#you boggle me blonde boy
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college roommate - leon kennedy x reader
nerdy!reader x leon kennedy
synopsis: you and leon have just started university, finding yourself in the same university visit, he comes and visits your dorm as he's been struggling in his classes. you kick it off, and you invite each other into your different, interesting lives.
words: like 4500
disclaimer: this isn't proof-read and i actually do need to proofread it and i will when i finish it, this also isn't finished. so if u don't wanna read it now and wanna come back to it when it's pristine and complete be my guest, the edit of this will be very edited like literally whole chunks of texts will be different, i just wanted to post something
content warning: kissing, bit of angst, slight smut/almost smut, sexual themes
A loud knock rings through your door, if it had come even a second later you wouldn’t have heard it at all as you were on a one-way path to passing out on top of your notes.
“Come in.” You mumble, picking your head up off of the desk and watching as a dirt-blonde hunk of a boy you don’t recognise comes through. Maybe it’s one of the frat boys trying to get to know all the girls in his dorm house.
“Hey. Can I ask a favour?”
“Who are you?”
"I'm Leon, I saw you in my engineering lecture the other day and you looked like you understood what was going on. Then I found out you were in my university building. So here, I am. Help. Please. I’m going to fail and we’re only 3 weeks in." His desperation makes you laugh, something you were shocked you could do in this dazed state after a mind-boggling 8 hours of completing work.
"Oh Leon, I'd love to but I think if I even think about that engineering class for another second right now I might actually drop down and die."
"It can wait, you busy right now? Other than you know, spilling drool all over your papers?”
“Yeah, I was just about to go spill some on my pillow too, I'm exhausted." You say, not entirely joking, and begin to gather your things.
“I get it.”
“We have another engineering lecture tomorrow anyway so you can just catch me then."
"You sure, though? I mean I'm already here." He shrugs and picks up a book from her bookshelf. "How do you read any of these? There are no pictures." You laugh again.
"You're asking me how I read physics books when you take engineering… Are you sure you picked the right course? You know, you can read it if you want, and would probably benefit from it. If you can even read."
"No thanks, I'll just get you to teach it to me tomrrow. I’ll see you in a bit, Einstein.”
"You should watch what you call me if you want me to tutor you, that’s usually not free."
"Oh, but the thing is I don't think you're actually going to make me pay for anything. You're too nice for that."
"That's a very bold statement to make to a stranger."
"You'll come round eventually."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Can I just ask you another question? I'm not going to stop annoying you until you answer it the way I want you to."
"Go on." You sigh.
"Have you eaten today? Cause I haven't and I'm hungry."
"Leon-"
"Please."
"Okay, okay, God, you're persistent. Gonna give me a headache." You groan and sit up.
"It’s worth it, you'll need me to keep you sane later in the year."
"Oh really? You think we’re gonna stay friends that long?"
"I know you've got your nerdy brain, but I've been told I have a great personality." You can't tell if he's implying something with that disgustingly stupid joke or if he really is just an idiot. To be fair, he's funny and managed to pull you out your the room you had been hibernating in for the past few days to get ahead of work. You suppose there are worse people you could be forced to talk to.
"Whatever. Just get out of here." You push him towards the door.
"You're not going to eat with me?" You roll your eyes and lock the door, getting dressed into something that wasn't your pyjamas.
…
Now here you were, eating outside with this boy from your lectures when you had just wanted to be at home sleeping. Although it was nicer than you thought it would be, he had insisted on buying you an energy drink to keep your eyes open as you were eating in some random burger shop.
"How come you're struggling?"
"Been going to too many parties, I've got different priorities."
"..."
"What?" He says defensively.
"Don't make me slap you. You can't be stupid because you got into this university, you're wasting your potential."
"I am not!"
"You're struggling! We're only 3 weeks in! I mean, come on, Leon."
"I don't understand what your problem is, maybe you need to live a little."
"That is rich coming from you. You're going to peak in college and fuck up the rest of your life if you ruin your chance now. And I live fine right now, I go out often enough and put the rest of my time toward my course, like a responsible human being."
"So you're boring?"
"So you're an idiot and can't plan for the future?"
"No, I'm not." He smirks. "And also, I never said I couldn't plan for the future, just that it isn't the only thing I want to focus on."
"Okay, fine, that's it. This is your problem, I'm not tutoring you."
"Got under your skin?" He smiles.
"I'm serious. You're smart if you got into this school, but you're wasting your talent partying and sleeping around."
“You’ve only known me for 20 minutes and you’ve managed to start an argument.”
“I just don’t want to waste my time. If you want me to help with assignments you need to make an effort, and if you want to be my friend, you’re also going to need to make an effort because I’m not going to care about someone who can’t even care about themselves.”
"I care about myself. Why else would I come to you for help on this?"
"Because you can't do it yourself and your friends are too stupid to ask them for help."
"No... Well... Okay fine, yeah that sounds pretty accurate. But in all honesty, I do care about my grade, that's why I'm coming to you. Now you know my intentions, I beg talk about something else, this entire conversation is reminding me of my mom."
"Like what?"
"Like, there's a party next Saturday, and I think you should come with me. You’re pretty entertaining."
"Oh, Leon. You're so clueless, it's pitiful."
"You have to go to the party, it will be fun."
"I have been to parties, I've gone to 2 since the start of the semester. But we have assignments to work on this week."
"One more little party isn't going to kill you. It'll be good, and then we can do the work."
"That's a very backward mindset."
"You'll thank me, trust me."
"You say the reason you’re struggling is because you’re going to many parties, and immediately proceed to invite me to a party." You shake your head and laugh. “You are something else.”
“So are you coming?”
“I’ll think about it.”
…
You and Leon had been going to the lectures together ever since, having lunch at points when he wasn’t hoarded by his friends and even managing a few study sessions into his schedule. You came 5 minutes early for the engineering lecture the next day. Flipping through the textbook notes to top up on your pre-reading beforehand, you had right at the back as Leon begged you to over text the previous night to sit there rather than the front so he’d feel comfortable sitting next to you. It doesn't take long for people to start filtering in, and eventually, that blonde-headed boy pops up next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder immediately.
"Didn't get enough sleep last night." He mutters.
"Up studying?"
"You know me so well."
“I'm not even going to ask what you were doing." You sigh, fully believing he had either gone clubbing or to another party last night.
"I promise you, I was studying. And you can ask me all the questions you want, I'll try my best to answer. I did go a little off track and I'm not doing well at it but your inspirational speech convinced me to try a bit."
"Really?" You ask excitedly, looking down at him. "Leon, that's great!" You feel his cheeks crease into a smile against your shoulder at your enthusiasm.
"You're more excited about it than I am, that's cute." He chuckles. "Keep talking, my head hurts, your voice helps."
"The lecture starts soon."
"Don't care."
"I’m not going to talk over the lecturer." You say, flicking his forehead.
"It's just a lot, okay? I'm trying my best, but I might have reached my full capacity last night." He sits up and sighs, rubbing his temples.
“Welcome to university."
"Yeah, whatever. Can we go back to your room after?"
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"Of course."
The professor finally steps into the lecture hall, and everyone quiets down, preparing for the lesson.
Halfway through, Leon couldn't help but pass out on you again. Your body went rigid, trying to make sure his head wouldn't fall off your shoulder. You pick the paper off of his desk, dragging it toward you as you start to write notes on your own and his paper so he won't miss out on anything.
He's surprisingly cute when he's not cracking annoying jokes and snapping back with snarky remarks. He was even making you lose track of the lecture a bit.
After class, you wake him up and walk him back to your dorm with him, chatting and catching him up on what he missed briefly. When you think about it, you're surprised you only met him yesterday. He feels like someone you've known since secondary school, or maybe he just treats everyone this way. Either way, you wouldn't complain about spending time with him.
"So, we're alone. What do we do?"
"Study?" You say, throwing him a pencil and paper. "Don't ask me stupid questions like that again."
"Come on, we just got out of an hour lecture, we basically already studied."
"A lecture that you slept for half of-"
"And that you caught me up on after."
"We need to make up the time. Now come on, let's work."
"But-"
"Now, Leon."
"Ugh."
…
The next hour wasn't as bad as you had expected it to be, you could still get your work done while simultaneously teaching Leon that content he missed out on. His demeanour quickly became enthusiastic when he saw how proud you were when you understood a concept, and you were genuinely impressed, he caught onto things quickly. After an hour, you both took a break sitting on your bed, him replying to some messages on his phone.
"Hey." You say, poking his arm to draw his attention.
"What?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Making the effort to try, even if it is just a little bit."
"You're definitely making more effort than me." He smiles, leaning his head on your shoulder again.
"If you want to sleep you should just go home, you must be exhausted."
"I'm not leaving you in this depressing room, I'm keeping you company."
"I’m not keeping you from anything? Your phone was blowing up a second ago I assume you have somewhere to be."
"They can wait, I want to stay around for a bit longer. I like the change for once."
"Change?"
"It's quiet, I can think for once. You’re different from the people I’m around smart and stubborn,”
“So you’re aware of the poor choice of people you hang around, you had me fooled for a while.”
“Wait I’m not done, and even after all of that, I can tell that you're a little shy which is adorable. Oh, and my favourite part is how easy you are to annoy."
"I am not."
"You're blushing right now, I can feel your cheek getting hot. Adorable."
"Don’t you even close your mouth?"
"You know I can't, come on, it's not like you mind."
"Oh my god."
"Admit it, I'm fun to be around."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Tell me what you think of me."
"What?"
"Tell me, come on. Please, I'm dying for validation."
"Well. You're nice, and I've never seen you without a smile on your face, it's refreshing.”
“A little more… I know you got it in you.”
“You're not as stupid as you make yourself out to be,. And I honestly can't tell if I'm special or if you treat everyone else this way because you make me feel way more important than I really would be for someone like you."
"You're special, trust me. And that's a stupid question to ask. Do you want a list of the people I've met? The people I’ve made friends with?"
"What?"
"I can count on one hand the real people I've managed to keep around and one of those is my dog. Don't worry about that, because I know you’re gonna be on that list too. I know you think that I have so many friends and I'm surrounded by people all the time, but they're all fake. They're just fun for parties and clubbing when you have nothing else to do."
"But-"
"It's true." He looks at you, his expression becoming serious for the first time since you've met him. "And I've got to tell you, you're different."
"Different?"
"Yeah, you're interesting. You're not fake, and you're actually doing something with your life."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, I think you’ve just surrounded yourself with one particular type of person, and now you’re shocked when you meet someone who’s not an idiot."
"Come on, I've seen the work you've done in these past 24 hours. You were working for at least 25 of them.”
"You know how to flatter me."
"That's another reason why you should hang out with me more."
"Oh, and why's that?"
"I'm not afraid to admit how much I like you, Einstein. Makes you feel good, doesn’t it?"
"I can't even think about what I should say to that." You say, laughing and burying your head in your hands. "God, you're a mess."
“I suppose, yeah. You’re changing that though.” He lifts your chin up to face him, smiling at your red cheeks. “See? So cute.”
"Why do you have to keep saying things like that?"
"Because you react this way." He grins.
"I hate you."
"Let me ask you something again. Are you going to go to the party on Saturday?"
"I don’t think so."
“Since I’ve got the chance, I think I can change your mind.” He smiles and pulls your face a little closer, close enough for him to feel your shallow breaths against his lips.
"I-" You can't find any words, you're stunned. He's gorgeous, and you can't deny that, but the idea of kissing him feels wrong, you can't do it. Not right now. The thought of getting with someone you're starting to have feelings for is setting off alarm bells, the alarm bells imprinted by your bad experiences from secondary school of guys playing with your emotions. No matter how much your heart is screaming you want to, your mind is screaming no.
"You're gonna go with me right?" He whispers.
"Okay." You say hoarsely, your legs desperately pressed together.
"Good girl." He smiles, getting up and putting his shoes on. "I'll see you on Saturday." He says, before leaving.
"I'm screwed." You mutter.
…
Saturday finally rolled around. You weren't even sure how much time you spent with Leon the day before, but you knew you wanted more. This was starting to become a concern for you. You remember last year, when you were hurt so bad you pledged to never fall for someone again. You can't do this, not with him. You know Leon is exactly that kind of guy, he’s charming, an athlete, with too many friends for his own good, someone who has no reason to be associated with you unless he wanted something, and was patient when it came to getting it.
And yet, here you were, wearing a simple little black dress and the heels Leon said would match. You pray that the feelings are cut off here, hopefully he sees you as just a friend and just likes to tease. But a little part of you has a sliver of hope that maybe this is real.
Leon came to pick you up from your room, as he was only a floor away. When you opened the door you were met with Leon dressed in a black bottom down with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up which definitely made you feel some kind of way.
"Leon, hi." You say, overly aware of the fabric hugging your skin, you rarely wore tight clothes.
"Wow." His eyes were stuck to everything that wasn't your face.
"Hey! My eyes are on my face, not my chest."
"I know."
"Leon!"
"Just admiring the view." You ended up crossing your arms to try and hide a bit of your figure.
"Can you stop looking?"
"You look great, don't worry." He says.
"Whatever."
"No, I'm serious. I mean it, you look amazing. Just relax and have fun, okay?" He puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You look hot. And it's only going to get better. Just try to have a good time, I'll be by your side the whole time.”
"I've been to a party before, you don't need to baby me."
"I know it’s just this one is a big one. They always end in a mess. I've had a couple of close calls with the police."
"That's not what I'm worried about." I'm worried about what I might end up doing with you, she thinks.
"Just tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable and we can go." He smiles and leads you out of the dorm building and into the street.
"How far is it?"
"Only a few minutes away." He says, leading you along the sidewalk.
The walk wasn't too far, it was about 20 minutes of you both drinking from a wine bottle for some pre-game. Time seemed to fly by as you came to the house. Whoever was hosting this party, probably one of Leon's friends no doubt, was rich. The house was huge and the whole thing was vibrating with the music that blasted through it.
"We're here."
"I think it’s going to collapse.."
"Wait until you see inside." He grabs your hand and drags you in, the house packed. You didn't recognise anyone and felt a little intimidated as Leon led you through the crowd of people, pushing them aside. You couldn't believe there were this many students in the town.
He stops at the kitchen, handing you a drink. You hadn't gone to a party this big before, and that was voluntary, this was just too much. You drink it in one to hopefully get you drunk enough to gain a bit of confidence and hand it back to Leon for it to get refilled.
"I didn't know there were this many people here."
"There's usually a lot." He smiles, handing her another drink. "Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole night. You take a shot before starting to sip on the more tame drink Leon had gotten.
"What do you want to do first?"
"Let’s go find some of my friends.He says, taking your hand and dragging you through the sea of people, most likely dancing, grinding, or drinking.
He pulls you into the living room, finding his friends from one of the lectures and joining in on their conversation. You're introduced and you talk with them, they're all quite funny and sweet. You were happy to have found a fun little group.
The rest of the night is spent with them, the five of you getting progressively drunker and drunker and talking about more and more stupid shit before someone suggests the group should go and dance, you immediately go and hide behind Leon.
"Dancing is definitely not my thing." You whisper.
"You have to come."
"No way."
"Please." He says, looking into your eyes.
"Why?"
"I want you to."
"Leon."
"If you hate it, I'll make it up to you. Please." He whispers, and you sigh, giving in. "I know you'll enjoy it." He smiles and leads her by the hand into the living room where everyone is.
"Everyone's too drunk to be paying any attention anyway." He says, and the group joins in on the dance.
After a few more drinks the alcohol started to hit.
"Isn't so bad, is it?" He says after the first few minutes, watching you find your rhythm.
"No, it's fun."
"See, told you."
"Don't let it go to your head, I'm just drunk."
He smiles, spinning you so your back is pressed against his, the two of you continue to dance. He leans down and kisses your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and grinding into you.
"Leon-"
"It's hard to control myself with you, almost kissed you that time I convinced you to come to this party, could tell you weren’t sure though."
"Because I thought we were just friends."
"That never lasts long, does it? Did you really think it was going to stay that way forever?" He says, running his hand down your thigh.
"We're drunk." You mumble, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. God, you wanted it. You were trying with everything you had to rationalise with yourself. He knew what he was doing.
"That doesn't change the fact that you're irresistible. And that's not the alcohol talking. I've been wanting to do this for a while."
He smirks, spinning her back around to face him and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"Let's go upstairs,"
"Leon-"
"Shh." He puts a finger over her lips and leads her away, finding the stairs and walking up. “Stop doubting yourself. One thing about you is that you always say no, or doubt yourself, let’s change that for once.”
He takes you to the first room he finds, happening to be a bathroom, opening the door and stepping in, kicking it closed and locking it. He sets you down and starts to kiss you, the alcohol making it a lot more forceful than usual. You kiss back, letting him guide you and set the pace, his hands sliding over her body.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He mutters, his lips trailing down to your neck. You feel the pressure of his hands pushing you backwards. Your back hits the counter, he lifts you up and settles himself between your thighs.
"Leon-"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure? About me?"
"Yes." He smiles, lifting his head. "Now stop doubting yourself, will you? You're too perfect for that." If you were sober, your mind would've had red lights blaring, trying to protect you, but the alcohol flattened out all thoughts. A hint of doubt crossed your mind instinctually. But his touch is so good, and he's making you feel things that you haven't in a long time.
"I-"
"Come on, tell me how much you want me."
"I really like you, Leon. It's just...I have this feeling that I'll get hurt."
"What are you so afraid of? What can I do to change your mind?" He whispers. "I'll do anything for you." He says, pulling your head down to kiss him. The sweet nothings bring back some bad memories, it's starting to feel a bit like deja vu.
"I've been hurt before, Leon."
"What's his name? I'll kick his ass."
"It was in high school, but it happened too many times."
"You have to stop thinking, just focus on me, okay?"
"Leon."
"Come on." He sighs, pressing a finger to your lips. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I don't want to lose something because someone in your past ruined everything for you, okay?"
"I don't know."
He sighs. "Do you wanna head home ?"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not upset. Come on, I'll take you back."
"I didn't mean to ruin the night."
"No, I'm not letting you leave thinking you ruined it. I'm sure a million more parties are happening this week if you feel so bad."
"I'm a mess, Leon. Why do you even like me? I'm not worth it."
"Of course you are." He says, cupping your cheek."You're the only person I can stand to be around for hours while sober. And you can't argue with that."
"Okay."
"I'll get us out of here and you can crash in my room."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now come on, we're leaving."
...
The taxi ride home was short and sweet, but still awkward. You were scared he'd be mad at you for ending the night so abruptly, but when you got into the room he made sure to put his arm around you, whispering reassurement into your ear, stroking your hair.
"You don't have to worry. I'm not angry."
"Really?"
"I don't blame you for wanting to wait."
"It's just, the last time-"
"I'm not him, you can trust me. I've been trying to prove that to you."
"I think... Maybe I can learn to trust you."
"You will, eventually." He says, holding his arms open, gesturing for her to cuddle with him.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
You cuddle him for a bit, the silence being cut by the sound of the two of you breathing. Leon leans down to kiss capture your lips softly, it feels a lot easier to kiss him back, pressing your body against him.
"I don't know why anyone would ever hurt you." He whispers between kisses. "You're perfect." He runs his fingers through your hair.
"I don't know about that."
"I don't know why you doubt yourself either. Go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."
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Want her back [chifuyu]
Note: bonten timeline
YEAR 2017, 8:30 AM
"Hello kazutora, close the shop, I won't be coming today."
" hey-
The 25 year old male nonchalantly informed and hung up without letting the other side speak. He sleepily got out of the bed and moved like a sloth to stand in front of the mirror. His unrecognizable state reflected in the glass. His eyes picturing one of a corpses, a thin, slender body.
He saw the background of his reflection.. bottles were scattered near the bedside, the quantity of 'em was painfully concerning... the forgotten beer bottles that helped him pass out last night.
He looked at his dark mess of a hair, the blond now dyed black
black
"I want to see you in black hair"..
the glass got broken
knuckles dripping blood
but why didn't he feel anything?
He looked down at the broken pieces , breathing heavily.
"fucking end this"
he picked a sharp piece of glass placing it on his wrist, he closed his eyes...and all he saw next was you , your laughter that he got addicted to without which he's now an empty shell, your smell that he never seem to forgot even after 2 years, he felt the threads of memory peaking through his mind like a needle making him reminisce when he first met you.
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـ
YEAR 2004, 10:35AM, JAN
Gasping for air, he rested his hands on his knees, the blond boy never ran so fast..
Tilting his head upwards , looking at the front..
"Mandarake" it read
"I wish there should be atleast one left"
He went inside the store, eyes searching for the newly released volume of one of his favorite shoujo manga.
"Found ya!"
Chifuyu let out a relieved sigh and moved towards the new edition manga's block taking out the desired manga excitedly. Maybe he wasn't that late afterall..
"Excuse me, that's mine" or maybe he was
He turned towards the voice taking in the appearance of the girl infront of him who unlike her bold voice looked rather soft.. yeah thats what he thought
"Pardon?" He asked clueless
"The manga you are holding, its mine"
The boy was offended clutching the manga to his chest giving you a "the fuck you are talkin'bout" look.
"Look miss, i was here first, found it first and grabbed it first so please make some sense" he sassily said while doin the motion of taking the manga out of the shelf.
"Well, I already paid for it so.." you shrugged taking the manga from him returning the attitude and turning your back to him..
Only to be stopped by a hand tugging at your jean jacket and with a swift motion the manga was in his hands.
He gave you look before walking past you to the counter and you did nothing to stop him
"Sorry Sir , but this item has already been purchased by the lady"
He frowned at the lady and you can't help but chuckle at his mind boggled state
"I forgot my wallet previously ..so i came back and paid for the manga first then saw you when i returned to take it back from the shelf"
He looked at you when you started explaining and his expression changed from confused to one of understanding & then to annoyed.
Fucking have to wait for another week
He nodded at you nonchalantly and left the shop, his shoulders slumped.
You smiled at his leaving figure before taking your manga from the counter and following after him.
how can you let him go..you find him cute
"Hey! Wait!"
He half turned towards you raising his brows, hands in his pockets.
"What?"
"I am planning to read it now" You waved your manga infront of him
"If you are free wanna read it with me? At the nearby library?"
He fully turned at your side
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
The librarian glared at her far right side for the nth time now. There were you two, kicking your feet under the table at the scenes pictured in the manga ;placed between you two on the wooden table, both of your muffled giggles can be clearly heard by the librarian making her develop a popping vein sign on the side of her temple.
Strangely , after that you both just so happened to cross paths a lot, sometimes you just so happened to already have the manga he wants leading to you both reading it together and sometimes he just so happened to come with his bike to the manga store which is 2 blocks away , resulting in you both going to different places and you freaking out when he speeds up the bike.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
2004, NOV
Chifuyu laid on the sloppy ground of the open field near the river , hands at the back of his head, his hair flowing in the direction of thre wind making it seem fluffier, bangs flying and uncovering his forehead making him look more attractive and refreshing. He had a faint smile ghosting his lips, eyes closed, he was waiting for someone.
"Chifuyu!!"
The ghost smile he had now turned to a broad one, biting his lips to keep it hidden, he calmed down and slowed his breathing pace making it seem like he was in a slumber.
He can feel the sudden warmess around him as the person who yelled his name sat near him.
"Chifuyu" you again called , this time a little softly , looking at him tenderly he is so adorable! you thought wanting to poke his cheek. So you did.
"Chifu.." you muttered , not with the intention of waking him, just mumbling mindless while poking his cheeks, the oh so squishable cheeks
You sighed at his lack of response and cup his face with both of your hands and started squishing it making his lips pucker up.
And then.....
You pinched them
"I know you're awake dummy"
"Saying after satisfying yourself , squishing my cheeks & all "
He opened one of his eyes , smiling bashfully
"Yup!" You chirped while crawling behind him as he sat up and you wrap your arms around his neck tightly making him jolt and let out a grunt.
"Piggy back!"
"Destination?"
"Ice cream truck"
"Girl, this is mid November"
"I'll tell your mom you were the who emptied her body perfume by spraying it on peke j"( his cat)
He rolled his eyes before getting up , jumping a little to strengthen the hold of you and started walking. You snuggled in the crook of his neck taking in his scent which made your muscles loosen up.
The fluffy hair of his and the smell of his shampoo making your heart flutter just a little.
"Hey chifu.."
"Hm?"
"I want to see you in black hair"
He stopped, his brows furrowed
"Why-
"your mom showed me your toddler album"
" WHA-
"Black really brings out your eyes. "
He calmed a little, heat rushing to his ears which you pinched making him whine. He turned to do a double take at you and tapped his cheek with a boyish grin to which you comply.
"Will dye in a few years"
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢
"But you are not here, why?"
2017, 11:11 AM
Chifuyu tried to open his eyes, vision blurred for quite a while , he turned his eyes to his side glancing at his left hand's wrist where the stinging pain is now wrapped up in bandages, his ears as well were stinging not from pain but from a shrieking voice calling him , he then turned to his front to made out the who the figure infront of him is
"Takemicchi..?"
The said was crying is an understatement, Takemicchi was terrified when he saw his bestfriend lifeless laid on the floor when he came to ask him to be his bestman unbeknownst to the secret everyone hid from him , blood surrounding him sent chills down his spine and for a second Takemicchi felt he'll himself die right then and there , he had enough , seen enough people, his loved ones die infront of his eyes, his helpless eyes.
"Chifuyu..why?"
"She died"
Takemicchi stopped from further investigation when he saw the ravenette breaking down like never before.
"She left me and its been two fucking years Takemicchi and you don't know how hard it pains , how did you endured all of it when you saw hina die? I-i can't, i just can't, i never believed her death , i wasn't able to and when i did the pain just worsened everyday its fucking jabbing me like needles in my chest , my head is filled with her voice and everything else is mute"
Takemicchi silenced him as he was trembling, horrified by the news and his friend's state.
"This timeline is the worst of all" Chifuyu informed through his drained voice, eyelids getting heavier and words coming out as a mumble .
Takemicchi's breath hitched and somewhere in his heart a silent promise striking through his blue eyes resolved at chifuyu's next words, soon after which he drifted to sleep
"Takemicchi, i want her back"
@drowningmist been a draft for a month or so, finally posted after exams. Reblogs are appreciated!
#tokyo revengers#chifuyu matsuno#tokyo rev x reader#matsuno chifuyu#tokyo revengers chifuyu#tokyo rev x you#tr chifuyu#tokyo revengers fluff#mitsuya drabbles#hanagaki takemichi#tokrev#tokyo revengers takemichi#tr takemichi#sfw interaction only#fluff#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu fluff
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Still thinking about the fact that Traveler was most likely canonicaly homeless throughout their entire stay in Mondstat and Liyue for the first two archon quests. Do you know how horrific that actually is. You're telling me. That these characters we know and love. Kaeya, Diluc, Jean, Lisa, Amber, etc. Saw what looked to be a kid and had no house or place to stay. And didn't even ASK if they wanted one. What the fuck???? Huh?????? And the Goth Grand Hotel was entirely rented out by the Fatui.
Like the way this is the most likely canon situation boggles my mind.
What was the reason. Diluc. You have a mansion. This blonde alien girl/boy thing just saved your country. Fought a fucking dragon with a dull blade and Mora they found in treasure chests and comissions. Spare ONE room. ASK. And the knights of Favonius. There has got to be at least ONE spare room for your so called honorary knight. They fought a dragon for you come ON come OOOOOOOON.
#genshin impact#traveler genshin impact#diluc genshin impact#kaeya alberich#jean gunnhildr#jean genshin impact
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Daily ZenNezu Brainrot with yours truly, Tsuki!
One thing that always boggles my mind is when KNY fans say Zenitsu and Nezuko are a ‘rushed ship’, or ‘weren’t written well’.
In hindsight…they were! Gotouge San took great pride in this relationship, and wrote them very well. And here’s why!
Zenitsu, a broken boy— No familiarity with…well, family!
Being an orphan, it’s no surprise he pinned for women quite often. He acted out of pure desperation, opening his heart to anyone and everyone who would dare show him an ounce of affection. The poor boy didn’t know much better, thus being an target with easy vulnerability for women to manipulate.
When he saw Nezuko, sure, his boyish giddiness took quite a turn on overdrive, but a part of me feels that Nez served as a goal for him. I think it heavily has something to do with his respect towards Tanjiro. He described the Kamado’s sound as ‘gentle’. Knowing Tanjiro was willing to die for whatever was in that box, it changed Zenitsu’s perspective quite a bit. (What a sweet boy.) So, knowing how important Nezuko was, gave him a sense of responsibility— to fight hard in the name of his beloved, whether or not she would actually return to a human. (Which, in my opinion, makes it so much cuter. To him, it didn’t matter if she was a demon or not.)
Now, onto Nezuko!
Nezuko, a broken girl who lost the ONLY thing she knew: family!
It was made clear that the Kamado’s were in fact ‘country bumpkins’, just a bunch of oblivious kiddos who’s social circle was very small.
Now, we weren’t given the perspective of Nezuko’s reaction to the loss of her family right off the bat. Her dazed out demon state can be hard to read, but after Urokodaki’s hypnosis (?), she uses the image of her family when relaying protection for strangers. Tanjiro also stated in a Taisho secret how her siblings looked up to her greatly, Nezuko being the light in the dark times they’ve been through.
With that in mind, it’s no doubt Nezuko lost a part of herself following the death of her family.
Back to what this has to do with Zenitsu…
A taisho secret revealed that, when reverting back to human form…the blurred memories of Zenitsu saving her made her heart beat faster.
Even in her flashbacks leading up to the completion of her transformation, a panel of Zenitsu was shown.
He was the light in her darkness!
All that time spent in a demonic fog, the presence of the giddy blonde boy kept her company. This statement is even stronger when you realize the many times Zenitsu spent time with her to make Nez feel included, such as the goldfish viewing (taisho secret), flower field (light novel) and the many times he would sit by her box spewing about his daily happenings.
…What point am I getting to?
Zenitsu and Nezuko complete each other. They’re both the missing halves to broken hearts.
Think about it:
Nezuko, a girl with strong heart, who lost her family. And Zenitsu, a boy with a healing heart, who hasn’t had a family. Its a harmonizing balance.
Nezuko and Zenitsu alike became their sense of family for each other. He was able to open his heart to her, with no judgement nor manipulation— her presence serving as family. She was able to lean on him, giving her hope—his presence serving as family.
Its great chemistry.
(And with the thought that Nezuko was a bit oblivious to love, while Zenitsu had a clear understanding of it, only makes Zennezu have a cuter dynamic. Both of them are shy cuties who forget how to form coherent sentences when around each other.)
🌸🌼
I headcanon that, during Tanjiro’s bedridden woes post Muzan battle, Nezuko would sit by his bedside and ask him very…awkward questions.
“Onii-Chan, what does being in love feel like?”
Maybe I’ll do a headcanon post later on.
Credits to Petite Kimetsu on TWT for the clear scan of this!
#zenitsu x nezuko#zennezu#zenitsu#nezuko#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny headcanons#zennezu headcanons#brainrot#rambling
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Hello hello! I stumbled upon your imagines recently and I absolutely love em! <3 May I request Herlock finding his S/O who’d fallen asleep wearing his coat?
hey anon ! ooh boy do you know how much i love writing for this man. it's funny, his theme just started playing as i started writing this hehe. hope you enjoy !
sherlock finding his s/o sleeping in his coat
sherlock is usually out of the house with cases taking up a lot of his time. sometimes it would be rare to see him before dinner because of a particular brain boggling murder case.
that being said, it was expected that you'd start to miss the detective while he was gone. the dinners you had to keep warm for him made you wish he'd be home for the food you helped iris with.
the night sky was getting even more dark, iris was in bed as you waited for your lover to come home from a long day's work. all you could hear was the clock ticking throughout the room, and it annoyed you to pieces. a loud groan from you was softened as you face planted into the couch cushion beneath you.
when was he coming home ?! it's way past curfew at this point ! every minute felt like an hour and ever hour started to feel like an eternity. you looked up at the door, the hanger beside it held sherlock's coat and hat, he hadn't been able to put it on since he was in such a hurry. a shiver run down your spine as you realised how chilled the room felt.
then it hit you. if you missed sherlock so much and we're also coincidentally cold, you should steal his coat ! the only good course of action of course. it would satiate your craving of him being here with his scent and it would be super warm to wear, killing two birds with one stone !
cue to you laying on the couch with the detective's cost wrapped around you. the coat was so warm that it felt like it was serenading you to a comfy trance, that scent also provided you with comfort. it wasn't long until you had fell asleep because of it.
a creak from the front door echoed throughout the room as the familiar detective peeked his head through the crack, inspecting the place and noticing that the lamps were still lit.
"ah love, seems that you forgot to- ah!" the blonde tried to keep his voice down, but the sight of you curled up on the couch in the most comfy position he's ever seen you in his entire life was too much for his heart.
a blush rose to his cheeks as he smiled so goofy, kneeling down to your level so he could tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
the sight was to die for, if he could, he'd squeal in delight, but he'd never want to wake you. he might just stay here for a bit, admiring how you looked in his coat. did you miss me that much ? how cute, he thought.
after a bit, you started to stir and woke up, your face very much close to sherlock's right now. you jumped a bit, face flushing bright red. it made sherlock laugh a bit too loudly.
"s-sherlock.. ! it's uhm.. not what it looks like.."
"oh i can assure you it's exactly what it looks like, my little bunny rabbit. and quite frankly, it's absolutely adorable seeing you wear my own coat when i come home." sherlock ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead.
"actually.." he smirked, "maybe you should wear it more often."
#dgs sherlock holmes x reader#dai gyakuten saiban x reader#herlock sholmes x reader#dai gyakuten saiban sherlock#dai gyatuken saiban#the great ace attorney x reader#the great ace attorney
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Today we grant you…
Bruno
And he gets white because I don’t have that ugly blonde dye job of a color.
Mate, you aren’t funny. Like I enjoy bad jokes, I like puns, but you ain’t make me laugh once. It’s kind of concerning, because I laugh at literally everything.
How fancy boy Youcef becomes your best mate is mind boggling because I really thought his standards were higher.
I can’t picture anyone being friends with you outside of the Villa because of your constant ‘jokes’- except maybe Will cause man is too high to think properly.
It actually nuts that you and Cora ended up together, but I guess she had to settle for you out of the line up, huh?
Do us a favor- don’t become a comedian. Stick to your day job.
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Another You and Me
A/N: Takes place when Deeks was in college and Kensi was finishing up high school
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Kensi glanced down at her map, squinting at the crisscrossing lines, interspersed with tiny boxes that represented buildings. Normally, she had no problem reading a map and orienting herself, but the university provided one she held now boggled her mind for some reason.
She’d successfully made it from the visitor’s center to the heart of campus and then gotten completely twisted around. Groups of students and teachers walked past her as she stood in the center of the campus next to a large, marble fountain within a small park. Glancing around, Kensi tried to locate the writing center listed on the map.
Her academic advisor had suggested Kensi sign up for one of the high school planned tours, but she chose a self-guided tour instead. She preferred to handle these things on her own; she’d been living on her own for over a year now, and didn’t need well-meaning adults interfering. Plus, she appreciated the ability to attend the events that interested her instead of being herded along with a hundred other students and their accompanying families.
A group of four guys who looked a few years older than her took a short cut through the park, shouldering past her. They chatted loudly, the only blond-haired one in the group grabbing one of his friends around the middle, and nearly knocking him over. She couldn’t tell what the other guy said, but everyone else laughed in response.
Figuring she’d been standing in one place for too long, Kensi checked her map again, and started back in the direction she’d come. Less than a minute later, she felt someone quickly approaching behind her, and spun instinctively with her hand raised in a protective fist.
“Woah,” said the guy, leaning back. Kensi dropped her fist slightly when she recognized him as one of the boys she’d noticed earlier. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized.
“Then why were you following me?” she asked suspiciously.
He offered her a disarming, and lopsided grin, jerking his finger behind him. He had startling blue eyes, she noted. “I saw you walking around with your map earlier and I can spot a lost high schooler when I see one.”
“And what, you’d like to give me a personal tour?” Kensi huffed out an annoyed breath even as her gaze drifted back to his eyes, and then up to his hair which stopped just an inch or so above his shoulders, curling in at the ends.
“Well, I am a tour guide,” he said, reaching into his backpack to remove a silver name tag. He didn’t hold it up long enough for Kensi to catch his name, but she saw “Student Guide” at the top. “Unfortunately today’s my day off.”
“That’s too bad,” Kensi found herself saying, and he chuckled dipping his head so his bangs flopped into his eyes. Her cheeks flushed almost immediately, and she mentally kicked herself for flirting with a random stranger. “I mean, cause then you could show me around.” Even better, Kensi.
He had the good grace not to comment on it, though he did grin again. “I remember when I was a freshman. I spent the first week stumbling around with my map, running late to classes. So where are you headed?”
Holding out her map, Kensi pointed to the building in question.
“Ah, the writing lab.” He nodded, pointing to the right above her head. “You’re going to follow that line of buildings straight down to the end until you get to this tiny one tucked between the Chem center and Speech Pathology building.”
“Thank you,” Kensi said sincerely. “I’d probably have wandered around for hours on my own.”
“That’s what your friendly neighborhood tour guide is here for,” he said grandly. “Hey, I’ve got a class in five minutes, but good luck with your tour.”
He offered a wave as he hurried off in the directions his friends had headed. It was only after he was nearly out of sight that Kensi realized she’d never learned his name.
Maybe she’d see him around next year, she mused. If she did choose this university it would have nothing to do with a pretty blue-eyed blonde with a gorgeous smile.
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A/N: Just in case anyone’s concerned, Deeks isn’t really flirting with Kensi. He’s merely being friendly and helpful.
Since Deeks’ university was never specified (that I can recall or find) I left the one in this story unnamed and modeled it after my undergrad university, Purdue.
#densimber 6.0#densimber 2022#densimber day 16#ncis la fanfiction#Kensi and Deeks#pre-series#au#fluff#by ejzah
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I will join u in grumbaphango town weasel tell me more 👀
Congrats- you made me ramble so much I’m putting it under a cut :)
Oh mae you’ve gotta listen to me listen—do you know how much love just one mumbo can hold in him? All these boys, grian zed tango, they do this crazy amazing shit but each of them are so passionate (mumbo does too but for the purposes just imagine mumbo ok listen) imagine literally any of them approaching mumbo to say hello for the day, not a single one could do it without pranking him along the way, something simple like tapping his shoulder on the wrong side, and then how prideful mumbo is to hear about the latest thing grian built, the latest game tango invented (seriously how does he come up with these games), the newest, mind boggling Minecraft defying contraption zedaph invented—it would make mumbo the proudest man on the server. He has these fantastic boyfriends that are all doing such incredible amazing things. I personally believe a mumbo needs to be in such an enriching enclosure. Because who better to compliment your work than Mumbo K Jumbo, who can become awestruck at the simplest things but never fails to give the most sincere compliments and feedback. It’s enough to motivate more builds and games and machines for millions of years frfr
And I’m not stopping there. I have too much boy on the brain. Grian? The fuckin? Crazy one? With zedaph and tango? The other crazy but in different flavors ones? The way grian would instantly go to one of them after a successful prank to hear their explosions of laughter or praise, or enlist one of them to help construct something specifically needing their expertise. Of course I draw grian uh. Brunette but yknow everyone calls him blond SO YOU CAN IMAGINE EVERYONE- MUMBO EVEN- teasing them for being the blond menaces. If they’re around there’s schemes sure to follow not far behind. Each one only amplifies the other- tango has that infinitely supportive energy, zedaph with infinite ideas and confidence, grian. Is. Well. He’s grian of course. He’s eager to get on literally any plan with even a modicum of prank involved. Does this leave mumbo most often dodging their attacks left and right every day? Yes but don’t worry about that
AND IF YOU CAN STOMACH JUST A BIT MORE FLUFF I IMPORE YOU to imagine. Just. All four of them. Crawling into bed, grians there first bc he’s a brat, zedaph close behind bc I think he’d specifically demand grians cuddles bc. Sweater on sweater violence etc etc. then there tango bc with his long arms I’m sure he tries to hug em both at once, probably can’t really do it but by golly the spirit is there. Where’s mumbo you ask? Well the fuckers always working late at night. He woulda probably been first in bed if he were in the house at all. But he comes in late, he assumes after they’ve all fallen asleep—they know he wouldn’t be back soon. But he loves to see them, tumbled around the bed with the sheets messy, so he can tuck them all in. When I say the amount of love this man can hold. Hell tuck them up all nice long before he even gets ready for bed himself. I doubt he’s a very quiet man so amidst all the noise from fumbling around opening the closet for his pjs and turning on the sink to brush his teeth, the other three wake up, silently deciding to stay put as they are. Only so when mumbo walks back, ready to climb in next to whoever’s on his side of the bed, they all lunge and nearly give the poor hairball that is mumbo jumbo a heartattack. pulling him in under the covers unknowing of how much work he put into tucking the sheets around them. But don’t worry. They are all sleep :)
#my fucking god I didn’t think I’d have it in me#well. hope you enjoyed. whatever that was. I’m insane just a little#weasel speaks#hc#asks!#zed#mumboposting#hermitshipping#grumbaphango#hell yeah. now the tag exists.
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Chapter 4: Annoying
Summary: A day in your life and you think it's going to be another annoying one, but a note always brightens up your day.
A/N: this chapter is focused more on you, the reader, so we're taking a break from suna's shenanigans! thank you guys for reading this series and supporting it, it means a lot to me ♥️ as always, like, reblogs and comments are appreciated! enjoy reading!!
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[THE BOYS™]
Piss Blond [7:31pm]
okay, what about urameshi yusuke?
Local Gossiper [7:31pm]
i dont exactly vibe with him.
Piss Blond [7:32pm]
now i know youre just turning these guys down for the fun of it YUSUKE IS AN ANIME CHARACTER
Osamu Ramsay [7:32pm]
lmao
Suna rolls his eyes skywards as he lies on his bed, homework forgotten on his desk as he stares at his ceiling. His shoulder still hurts, a dull ache in his muscles that he feels when he moves his arm around. His phone buzzes with each message sent to the group chat as he reaches over to grab it.
Piss Blond [7:39pm]
also dont think i didnt notice yall changing my name to PISS BLOND you traitors
Osamu Ramsay [7:39pm]
you want it as highlighter head then
Piss Blond [7:40pm]
YOU WANT ME TO HIT YA
Osamu Ramsay [7:40pm]
YOU CAN TRY SCRUB
Braincell Holder [7:42pm]
….i guess its safe to assume theyve started fighting again
Braincell Holder [7:42pm]
suna, have ya thought of anyone who can tutor you?
Suna frowns at Ginjima's message, sighing. No, he has not. He's been thinking, contrary to what Atsumu thinks, but he hasn't been able to think of anyone to ask to tutor him.
Local Gossiper [7:45pm]
no i havent
Local Gossiper [7:45pm]
anyone you suggest?
Piss Blond [7:45pm]
weve been giving ya suggestions for hours ò_ó
Braincell Holder [7:46pm]
are you guys done fighting?
Piss Blond [7:46pm]
yeah i won
Osamu Ramsay [7:46pm]
in what universe
As the twins start to bicker over chat again, Suna rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto his bed and lying back down, splaying his arms all over the sheets. He's exhausted from the day he just had. A bunch of Erika's 'friends' had bombed his DMs, and he just resorted to blocking them so his poor phone could take a break from all the notifications.
Suna turns his head, catching sight of your shoujo manga on his nightstand. After much inspecting, he found your name scribbled in small letters on the back of the cover so now he knows that it's definitely yours. Blase and nonchalant you. Who would've thought.
But the fact that you own a shoujo manga isn't the thing that's boggling Suna's mind, it's the fact that you had a picture of you and KITA of all people when you were kids. Did the two of you know each other? He has never seen you two spend time together or even talk at school unless it was about academics.
Judging by the picture he saw, you two must've known each other since you were kids.
Local Gossiper [7:58pm]
hey. does kita have any friends
Braincell Holder [7:58pm]
thats such a way to ask… of course he does
Local Gossiper [7:58pm]
no i mean like. friends he hangs out with outside of school.
Local Gossiper [7:59pm]
or like. a secret girlfriend.
Piss Blond [7:59pm]
wow, you live up to your name
Local Gossiper [7:59pm]
@Piss Blond you do too
Local Gossiper [7:59pm]
anyway
Local Gossiper [7:59pm]
answer the question pls
Osamu Ramsay [7:59pm]
not really??? we dont exactly keep tabs on what kita does in his free time out of school
Piss Blond [7:59pm]
and if he had a secret girlfriend, we wouldnt know
Local Gossiper [8:00pm]
oh
So no one knows about you and Kita… aside from Suna…
The 'bingo!' moment has made itself known as Suna thumbs at the manga now on his lap, eyeing the polaroid picture seated carefully between the middle pages.
Local Gossiper [8:01pm]
another question: how do you think will high and mighty react to blackmail
Braincell Holder [8:01pm]
wh
Braincell Holder [8:01pm]
who?
Braincell Holder [8:05pm]
suna???
The first thought you had waking up in the morning was how one of these days, you're really going to throw your alarm clock at the wall. Alas, you decide to just slam on the nefarious object, stopping its incessant ringing. It's annoying.
Groaning, you slowly sit up on your bed, blinking to get used to the light in your room. The sunlight is so annoying.
Your body is aching a bit, and you rub your shoulder to ease the pain. Dammit. Why did you have to be so careless yesterday? First, you practically crashed into Suna Rintarou from 2-1 and right after, realized you lost your copy of 'Love-Hate Relationship with my No-Good, Very Annoying Roommate'.
You were so happy yesterday, too, after Kita asked you (well, your club but he came to you) to make posters for the volleyball club for fundraising. You wanted to do your best for him, so when you informed your president about the favor (to which he didn't even bat an eyelash, much to your expectation and annoyance), you immediately worked on the drafts so you and your friends can start taking reference pictures today.
Now you have an aching shoulder (plus head, did you hit your head yesterday?), a lost manga, and a sour taste in your mouth.
Your alarm clock starts to ring again and you slam your fist onto it, stopping the ringing once again. You groan, rubbing your face as you get out of bed and trudge towards the bathroom. You go about your daily routine; take a shower, brush your teeth, scowl at the dark bags underneath your eyes, put on your uniform. Your movements are sluggish, due to lack of sleep.
You spent the whole night flipping your room inside out looking for your manga. You're going to cry. You even tucked your favorite photo of you and Kita in between the pages. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What if you never find it again?
Sighing dejectedly, you grab your bag and walk out of your room, closing the door quietly behind you. It would be a shame to break the strong silence in your house. As you walk down the hallway, you pass by your parents' bedroom, pausing.
She should still be asleep at this time. And she'll have a massive headache when she wakes up.
Pursing your lips, you silently open the door to your parents' bedroom, blinking to grow accustomed to the darkness inside it. There's a distinctive stench in the room, one you've grown to be familiar with for all the years you've been alive. You sigh. She's at it again.
You have memorized your parents' bedroom like the palm of your hand by now, walking over to the curtains to pull them back, avoiding anything that could make you trip in the process. Once you do, light finally shines in the room, bathing everything in color again.
And you finally see the mess that is your parents' room. The sheets are haphazard, part of it even lying on the floor now. Beer cans and red wine bottles litter the wooden floor and you nudge a can away, a grimace on your face. Honestly, if she was going to do this again, she could have prepared a trash can to dispose of everything as well. Look, there are even cans and bottles on the bed.
And your mother is lying among the cans and bottles and haphazard duvets.
This is so annoying.
You feel your fists clench but you close your eyes and repeat the word "relax" ten times before you open them again, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.
You slip into the kitchen and open the fridge, taking out a bottle from your mother’s stock of Korean pear juice and some oranges. You peel the oranges and cut them into slices, putting them in a small bowl before taking out a pack of crackers and a bag of nuts out of the cardboard, placing all of them on a tray. You unscrew the cap on the bottle of Korean pear juice and pour the contents in a tall glass, placing it on the tray as well as some ibuprofen.
You pick up the tray and walk back upstairs back to your parents’ room. Your mother was still asleep, a beer can pressed up against her cheek while she’s none the wiser. You press your lips into a tight line and walk into the room, stepping over trash and cigarette butts, to place the tray on her nightstand. You gently remove the can from her face, tight frown still on your face.
At this, your mother stirs, unfocused eyes blinking open and gathering her bearings for a couple of seconds. She slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes as she groans from the piercing headache. You hand her the ibuprofen. “Here.” You say, and your mother blinks at you once, twice, through her haze and she smiles brightly at you.
“Good morning, sweetie!” She chirps despite her state, accepting the ibuprofen from you. “Thank you, what time is it?”
You check your phone, pursing your lips. “6:30. How are ya feelin’?”
“Oh, my head is pounding!” Your mother complains, whining. “And I feel like I wanna puke.”
“Don’t puke on me.” You quickly say, scrunching your nose at the thought. “And maybe you should stop drinking so much. Yer liver’s gonna give out and yer stinking up the place.”
Your mother opens her mouth, about to say something, and closes it. Instead, she sighs, nodding slowly. “Yer probably right. I’ll try to cut back just for ya!” She says to you, giving you an apologetic smile and you frown, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Ya always say that.” You grumble, averting your gaze away. “But ya never do.”
She goes silent, her eyes finally clearing up as she takes your words in. Her expression softens into a sad smile as her gaze falls downcast to her lap. You would have thought she looked ashamed. “Well, it’s a miracle I’m still alive!” She suddenly replies, going back to being bright and you give her a cold gaze. “Anyway, come have a bite, honey! You haven’t had breakfast yet, have ya?”
“How’d ya know that?” You ask, deadpan.
“It's a motherly instinct, ya know!”
She’s always like this. So talkative, and happy, and full of energy, and she’d fall into a deep depression where she’d drink all day, maybe all night if she doesn’t pass out fast enough. When she’d wake up, she’d have a hangover so bad she couldn’t get out of bed, and she’d be happy and acting like a mother again.
She always does it. You’re used to it.
And like every time, you don’t kick up a fuss and decide to just humor her, taking a drink of the Korean pear juice. It’s sweet and thick and kind of disgusting. Maybe it’s in your head (or maybe it’s the brand).
“You can have the rest of it. I’ll just eat on the way to school.” You hand the glass back to her with a grimace. She smiles sadly as you turn to leave.
“Yer a good child, honey.” Your mother says. “I don’t know how I’d live without ya.”
You pause, looking at your mother with cold eyes. She stares at you contemplating, swirling the pear juice in the cup. “Ya have yer papa’s eyes.” She blurts out, in her own little world once again, uncaring of the people outside of it. “Yer so like him. So like yer father. How he’d love you.”
At her words, your body freezes, staring at your mother with hard eyes. You don’t say anything.
She snaps out of it again and sighs, nodding her head. “I said something wrong again, didn’t I?” She laments, frowning.
You quickly avert your gaze, gritting your teeth. “Ya always do.” You say. “I’m going to school. Jus’ order delivery when ya get hungry.” Without waiting for her response, you exit the room and run out of the house. Your mother stares after you, her face sullen, and she looks at the mess in the room.
“Maybe I should clean up.”
You walk down the street, fingers gripping the strap of your bookbag. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining brightly (at this hour?), and people are already out and about doing their own thing. How annoying. You make a quick trip to the convenience store to buy yourself some melon bread. Convenience store food isn’t normally that good, but your rumbling stomach doesn’t really care where the food is coming from as long as it makes it to your digestive system.
A shame that your favorite bakery is closed for renovations.
You say thank the cashier as you pay for your melon bread and you exit the convenience store, immediately chowing down on the piece of bread as you walk towards the bus stop. It’s so good, you’re almost tempted to go back and buy a second one.
You arrive at the bus stop on time and wait for the bus to arrive, chewing on your almost finished melon bread in the meantime as you look around. You see a small dog standing by the edge of the sidewalk. It’s beside its owner who’s talking to somebody on her phone and it’s looking at you with its big ole’ eyes. When it barks at you, you narrow your eyes at it and it seems that that small action was enough to send it whimpering and hiding behind its owner.
The woman pauses, side-eyeing you and mumbling under her breath before going back to talking on the phone. You side-eye her back.
You finish eating your melon bread just as the bus arrives, discarding the wrapper in the trash bin before getting on. Just your luck, all the seats are occupied, rendering you unable to sit down. Figures.
Earphones in their rightful place, you hang onto the handlebars as you try to ignore everyone else around you. The ride to your stop wasn’t that eventful, aside from a baby staring at you with its unnerving big eyes (you stared back at it), and the bus slowly rolls to a stop nearby Inarizaki. A lot of people bump into you while getting off the bus, which irritates you even more. Relax, ten times, deep breath.
At least no one bumps into you on your way to the school gates, the look on your face is enough to make them jump away from your path. Very convenient.
You arrive at the school gates with time to spare, your hands stuffed into the pockets of your blazer jacket, when you hear a chirp voice from behind you. “Senpai!”
You turn around and nearly grunt when you’re almost tackled with a tight hug, looking down to see the smaller stature of Nana, who’s grinning up at you. “Good morning!” She greets, loosening her hold on you a bit.
You blink and allow a small smile on your face, patting your head. “Good morning, Nana.” You greet back. Nana’s normally brash and rude (she was to you when you first met) but she does an entire 180 when it comes to you. It’s like a younger sister looking at her older sibling.
The two of you start to walk to the school building. “Look, look!” She says, grabbing her Canon EOS, and going through the pictures, grinning widely. “I was walkin’ towards the convenince store, yeah? Because my Ma wanted ta make some maki sushi rolls but we didn't have any seaweed wrapper cuz' she forgot, anyway—"
You listen with rapt attention as Nana shows you around a dozen pictures of a ladybug on a weed growing from a crack on the sidewalk, the setting sun serving as the backlight of the photos. "—and then a bunch'a twats were walkin' by and ruinin' my shot and of course, I had ta give 'em a piece o' my mind, so I did jus' that! But then, the ladybug flew away!" She laments, shaking her camera and you gently take it from her, looking through the photos.
You nod as you look at each one. "These photos are beautiful, Nana. I don't see any problem with 'em, the layout's good, the lighting's just right. I didn't expect less from ya." You say, smiling as you hand her back her camera.
Nana practically beams at you. If she was a puppy, her tail would be wagging behind her frantically. 'I can almost see the puppy ears…' You think as you look at her.
When the both of you arrive at the shoe lockers, you see Ryuji putting away his shoes. He notices the two of you and smiles, waving. "Good morning—!" He greets but is cut off by Nana.
"Ryuji! Gimme back my manga, ya ass!!!" Nana yells at him, doing a 180 once again as she stomps up to the tall third year. You follow behind her, giving Ryuji a small wave and a 'good morning'.
Ryuji glares at her. "A good morning woulda been great, Nana. And use honorifics when ya talk to me, I'm your senior!" He says, pointing at her.
"I can talk how I want, especially ta someone who's been hogging all my manga volumes and not givin' em back!" Nana retorts, pointing back at him.
"Please be quiet." You say to the both of them, voice icy, and they immediately stop, standing straight with a meek 'right!'.
Nana makes an ‘ah’ sound and turns to you, eyebrows raised. “Speaking of manga, senpai, did ya find the manga you were lookin’ fer yesterday?” She asks you and you stop, robotically turning your head to look at her for one, two seconds, before you turn back to your locker and—with a loud bang—hit your forehead against the metal.
“No…” You lament, and you're sort of glad that there were no students around to see your embarrassing plight. As you remember practically turning your room inside out last night looking for that recent volume of Love-Hate, you feel like crying. No, you are going to cry.
"Woah! Don't cry over it now, come here." Ryuji says, patting your head as he tries to comfort you.
"I mean, it's just a comic, senpai, ain't anythin' important…" Nana says, voice flat.
Ryuji snaps his head to glare at her. "Don't say that right now!"
"Well, I'm right…"
"Ya threatened ta punch me over yer manga!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Not verbally!"
"It's not just the manga…" You say, rubbing your temple as you try to get rid of the growing headache. "I put my favorite picture of myself and my friend in between the pages… and now it's gone."
Nana and Ryuji glance at each other, lips pursed into tight frowns. "There's nothin' ta ba guilty about, I'm sure ya can find the picture." Ryuji reassures you, patting your shoulder. "And if ya don't, you can always take more with your friend."
You look up at him, eyes blinking, and you nod, muttering a 'thanks'. "Sure, if it's Ryuji, it's 'oh he's so kind', 'he's so caring', but if it's me, it's 'Nana, don't be rude' 'Nana, stop that'." Nana deadpans but slings an arm around your shoulder nonetheless. "Buuut, ta add to Ryuji's statement, I'll always be available ta take the pictures myself!"
You blink at both of them, fiddling with your uniform, before you hug them both, sighing. "Thanks, ya really ground me." You say, pulling away from them.
As the two of them talk and bicker behind you, you open your locker, about to reach in to take your slippers. But something flutters out of the shoe locker, much to your surprise. Glancing behind you, you check if Nana and Ryuji are paying attention.
Seeing as they're busy bickering about Nana's manga again, you pick up the piece of paper and peek at the contents.
The familiarity of the handwriting makes your stomach flutter, and it takes everything within you to keep from blushing on the spot. It's embarrassing, how such a short, simple note from him can elicit such a reaction from you.
'Come meet me. School rooftop.'
Insider Pursuit! Asagao Pharmaceutical Inc.
Founded in 2001, the company is now owned by the Asagao Group, spearheaded under the direction of the group's second son and his wife, retired actress who had lead roles in "Maiden of the Moon", "My Heart Still Remains in Tokyo", and "Petrichor". The couple's eldest daughter, Miki, oldest of three, is set to be the heiress of Asagao Group and will inherit Asagao Pharmaceutical Inc. in the near future.
#suna x reader#haikyuu x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna x female reader#haikyuu x fem!reader#suna rintarou#miya atsumu#miya osamu#haikyuu inarizaki#shu writes#please teach me how to be a girlfriend
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Candles and Broomsticks
"Tell me Elizabeth, how come it's taking so long for any of the children to be baptized?"
Lizzie causally sipped her tea as she speaks with a visit of one of the "mother friends" she "made" over the one year Bella attend a special school.
"Well me and my husband never really thought to baptized Bella. And Albert, Anthony, and Rachel just aren't cause Ciel and his wife chose not to. It's not the end of the world."
The red head huffs and fans her fan near her face, her long lashes fluttering as her blue gems roll. She is a opposite of Lizzie you see, from her hair to her sharp facial features compared to Lizzie's soft, to her outfit that isn't so cute and mature as Lizzie's but more tight formal that shows she's a prize of the doctor she wedded.
Her name is Lady Lenora Bell, wife of a Lord Doctor Arthur Bell, and has a daughter Bella's age named Marge who's just like her mother and not in the pleasant way Lizzie would've hoped.
It still boggles her mind how she wound up accepting her into her home.
"On a off topic, is your husband arriving for the party? I heard some gossip on it while I was in London." Asked Lenora with a smile of her dark red lipstick. Lizzie's heart fluttered in her chest as she smiles and speaks, "Yes, of course my darling husband will attend. This is a very special day for him after all."
Indeed, just down the road is a carriage being driven by the Phantomhive's chef and most special butler in the spring air. "Ahh, can't wait to pick up my lil Amelia." Said Bard after taking a large breath in the spring air. Sebastian chuckles beside him, "You saw her last week. Though I do agree with your words Bardroy."
Inside the carriage are a total of five adults and five children who sit excited, a little girl's legs kick in her seat as she giggles. "I take it you're excited Rachel?" Asked a boy with dark wisps of black hair that cover his ears, skin a pale smooth beige, and big lovely brown eyes behind brown ribbed thin glasses dressed nicely in a white button up and brown slacks with suspenders to match and a black coat over it.
Rachel giggles and nods happily, causing her parents to smile.
The scent of yummy food and sweet cakes fills the senses of everyone, the sounds of music and happy voices fells the ears of everyone.
The party was in full bliss and there wasn't a singe frown upon a face.
Beside the desert table stands Bella, her long black hair in waves down her back with a lovely blue gem necklace draped around her neck tightly dressed in a lovely gown that brings a gentle glow of her pale skin and a pop of her emerald eyes. With her are many teens her age dressed all lovely as well with happy smiles and sparkling eyes.
"Wow Bella, the dress is so pretty!"
"Thank you. My father and our tailor helped make it."
Across the way in the ballroom stands Ciel and a man whom he hasn't seen in a long while, a Chinese man dressed in emerald greens and sparkling golds.
Lau brought his glass to his lips and took a sip of his shiny golden drink before speaking, "My my, doesn't that dress look familiar. At least the fabrics. Perhaps a certain party connected to a case?"
The Earl chuckles softly yet meekly, "Thank goodness that dress is being used for better use."
The two were interrupted by a beauty, a man with fair blond hair long and tied in a small pony tail and skin a pale peach color with beautiful crimson eyes, dressed in a formal dark green suit with a beautiful sapphire blue cummerbund.
"Oh Joanne!"
Joanne smiles in return and spoke, "How are you, we haven't seen each other since Christmas."
"I've been doing well, and you?"
"Very well."
Suddenly, Ciel paused, "If you're here than certainly so is-"
He turns his body and quickly grabs hold of two children, one girl who's 7 and a boy who's 9, one girl with shoulder long black hair and big green eyes of emerald blue and a button nose booped with flushed blush and freckles and a boy with the same shade of black short hair and big brown eyes.
"Hi uncle Ciel!"
Ciel chuckles and hugs them tightly, his voice dipped in a childish way, "You were sneaking up on your dear uncle weren't you??"
Odin and Violet Sullivan-Harcourt, sweetest little angels you'll ever meet everyone will claim. Over the years it came a shock to the Phantomhive household to hear Joanne Harcourt was interested in courting the very lovely mad genius she is of Sieglinde Sullivan, the German girl Ciel and Sebastian took in and funded for everything she needed.
"My what adorable children you have Sir Harcourt."
The three adults and two children stop and look at Mrs Lenora walking over with a wine glass in one hand now wearing a lovely robin blue dress that tightly hugs the cleavage.
With a hum she leans down to look at the children more after Ciel stood up straight, "Such adorable children indeed. Though, I must say Miss Violet's eyes are a surprise twist."
The man looks at his school friend as he looks to his children and smile softly, "Yes, well, it's a family trait." He pauses. "Well, that is to say from my family. My grandmother was rumored to have such lovely blue eyes."
Though he smiles, Ciel can sense Joanne's shift of things.
A shift he's familiar well.
A shift to never be truly honest.
A big thing of change over time was Ciel, and not just him marrying and having children, he is no longer a boy seeking revenge but instead a man though wounded accepts life's odd path of surprises.
With him in that change was a familiar face, a mirror face if you will, of his brother from the dead away from the decaying fire and memories.
It was a begging plea of Undertaker after his madness parade of cheating death and justice finally ended for Ciel and Sebastian to please keep him living until his final breath when Sebastian devours his soul with his wife's.
It wasn't easy at first, framing your brother for murder can do that to you, but over time the two found peace. Hell, with help from Sieglinde they found a way to help him age normally with his healthy way of blood transfusion.
And along that time the girl and boy simply grew close.
Maybe it was the sense of unable to move about freely or books, who knows, what they do know is the two are very close, two souls as one.
Around this time was when Joanne began to express courting her.
You can ask anyone and you'll get a different story how the three came to be with a public wedding of Joanne and Sieglinde and then a secret wedding of Sieglinde and the forgotten twin, but the answer is the same.
No one knows the truth of Violet's true father.
Ciel glanced to his left and smiled at Xiu talking with two girls, one 8 year old with long straight brown hair and brown eyes and one smaller sized 7 year old with long thick curly dark brown hair and big brown eyes with small speckles of green if you look closely, and smiles.
Amelia, the daughter of Midford's maid Paula and the Phantomhive's chef Bardroy.
Mariposa, the daughter of Phantomhive's lovely gardener Finnian and his lovely wife Valentina.
"Why invite servants children to such a party? They'll bring the mood down."
That sentence snaps Ciel out his thoughts as he turned to Lenora, but before he could snap at her she has walked away giggling.
"You know, I don't quite like her my Lord." Said Lau with venom dripping from his words.
The room fell silent with the sound of a gentle tap of a glass, making everyone turn their heads to the direction of the noise to the handsome man with dark hair combed back wearing a white suit with a dark purple pink cummerbund and matching tie with a pearl broach clipped to the center, holding a glass of wine in one hand and holding Lizzie dressed in a lovely red dress of black lace beside him.
"Thank you all for coming to the birthday celebration of Lizzie's and I's lovely daughter Bella. Thirteen years ago today my life was simple darkness until she came into the world and lit it up as the stars in the sky. A light I never realized I needed until the day came." Said he as he looks to Bella who smiles bashfully.
Hannah leans to Angela, both dressed in dark purples and whites, and whispers, "How much do you want to bet someone will start crying?" This earned a giggle in which she smiles.
After a moment, a large cake of four lairs coated in candles gets carted in by the Phantomhive servants and the kitchen staff of the Midford manor, stopping right by the girl in pink. With her smiling softly everyone began to sing, some singing in different languages, but not one person can copy the look of warmth that Sebastian holds as he watches her.
Within a blink he sees the image of him holding a small infant girl crying before coming back to view to see Bella blow her candles out firmly.
It's strange, demons shouldn't cry, but he can feel his eyes grow misty since her birth.
Offical part three of my current fics of my Black Butler Next Gen AU for @nullb1rdbones, @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom, @sebalizzie, @docmartensanddietcoke, and @onehellofashadynerd
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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SQUEEZING IN
Lyle was super smart, but that didn't ever seem to help him get one over on his evil bitchy step-sister Kylie. She was too manipulative and hot to ever come second and she always got what she wanted in the end.
Kylie was a bratty slut who dressed in the tightest, shiniest clothing Lyle had ever seen. She loved to wear big heels and her curvy body was always squeezed into super tight slutty latex. Big blonde hair and long pink nails completed her ultra feminine look.
She loved to date white boys and drain them whilst fucking black studs. Cucking white boys and coming home with cum dripping out of her pussy was her favourite feeling in the world. She was manipualtive, demanding and horny. To her; men were lesser beings to be used for money or pleasure.
But even Kylie had to accept some limits on her power and when they were forced as a family to move into a smaller house she was outraged when it was revealed that she was meant to share a room with Lyle.
"OMG - I am NOT sharing a room with this dweeb. This is gonna be my fucking boudoir and you're gonna have to learn to live like a hot girl."
Kylie's face flashed with a wicked smirk. "Actually that gives me an idea."
Walking to the door she locked it. "Take off your fucking clothes loser. All of them."
Lyle boggled - his mouth dropped open as his step-sister bossed him around.
"Didn't you hear me simp. Get those clothes fucking off. Soon you won't ever need them again."
Bullied by his more powerful step-sister Lyle stripped off his clothes. "Wh... what are you doing?"
"Well loser, if we do have to share a room I think we should share a body. You're going to become me and make me more powerful. Once I absorb your brains - I'll be an even bigger bitch."
"Wh... what are you talking about?" gasped Lyle in confusion.
"Oh just some evil magic I learned," she grinned demonically as she walked over to him and pulled at her tight latex pants.
To his amazement they stretched and grew in her hands as she pulled them bigger and bigger. They now looked like clown pants, but they were fighting to snap back to their normal size.
"Climb in... squeeze in with me. Don't you want to become a slut and merge with me loser?"
Lyle shook his head. "This... this is insane."
"Shut up and squeeze in here with me bitch. You're becoming me whether you want to or not. Come on Lyle, get in."
Almost like another will was controling him, Lyle stepped into his sisters pants with her. He could feel her warm flesh next to his and smell her feminine perfection.
"Good boy," she purred releasing her pants.
The tight pink latex shrank instantly and Lyle groaned as he felt it snap around his legs and crush him against his step sister. Tighter and tighter the latex contracted squeezing him and Kylie together.
"Mmmmmmh here it comes loser," laughed Kylie as he felt a strange sensation in his ass and legs. Looking down he gasped as he saw he was now merged with Kylie from the waist downwards.
"Doesn't it feel good to become me," she whispered in his ear as she pulled at her top. It too stretched and she pulled it over his torso then let it snap back dragging him backwards into her big tits.
"Ohhhh fuckkkk yessss," hissed Lyle as he felt Kylie's big boobs meld into his back and then push out of his own chest as he was pulled inexorably into her. His hands - now complete with long pink nails shot to his tits and he groaned in pleasure as the latex finished setting in place.
"Mmmmmmh I feel good," he moaned.
"That's because you're becoming me," giggled Kylie. "Now let's complete this merger and start our new life together. Say it. Say you want to be a fucking bitch."
"Yessssss I want to be a fucking bitch. Make me into you. Take it all."
With a groan Kylie felt her step-brother melt into her perfect body. With a grin she pushed her head into Lyle's and felt his face transform into her perfect features. He was becoming her and it felt so good...
"Mmmmh ohhhh fuck YES!"
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Panting with lust - the newly born 'Kyler' looked around her room and stretched her body. She felt good - flushed with intelligence and knowledge. Already reality was writing out Lyle and in moments he would no longer exist.
This room was all hers and she didn't have to share it with anyone.
Lying on the bed she picked up her phone and called up some guys she knew. She needed to get fucked.
"Mmmmmh I wonder how many guys I can squeeze into my tight holes?" she giggled.
"We're going to be so good together step-bro."
THE END
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GAM3 BO1
sypnosis: you get home from uni to see wonwoo on his computer with his gaming headset on. you think he's just playing a round with the boys like usual but when you're watching tv, you hear something that might not be gaming at all.
pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader + bestfriend!jeonghan
genre: established relationship, uni!au, fluff, smut (18+ only please)
word count: 3.0k
warnings: mentions of spitting kink, profanity, switch, fingering, oral (m receiving), hand/blow job, lots of edging, finger sucking, unprotected sex, cream pie, marking, pet names (baby girl), size kink, praise kink, and a whole lot of filth (i need to go to church for a week straight after this)
a/n: just wanna clarify there's nothing wrong with your so watching porn or whatever if you guys have discussed it between the both of y'all and are okay with it. also wanna clarify that there's nothing wrong w women/girls 😭 all genders are great. also this is my first fic so ahakehwksjaka this is so embarassing why did i have to write smut
[5:15]
You’re sitting in the plastic chairs of your university lecture hall, tablet and pencil sprawled across the tiny table in front of you, your cheek leaned against one hand as you drowned out the professor standing by the front of the room. The main reason as to why the development of information on the nature of the human transpla-
You groaned internally as you checked your phone for the billionth time since class started.
[5:17]
Wonwoo’s probably home by now, you thought.
You turn to look at your friend, mouth opened enough to whisper only to see that he’s slumped against his own chair, blonde locks framing his small face as he dozes off peacefully without a care in the world.
“Jeonghan!”, you half-whispered shouted, a hard slap going across his arm as he jolts awake, disturbing a few of the students around him.
“What?” Jeonghan’s hand immediately goes to rub against the sore area. “What was that for?” he whines, as his eyes start to squint, turning into a glare that others would normally be intimidated by especially since he was captain of the university’s soccer team. For you, however, he was just Jeonghan, your best friend who was also the laziest shit of a person you’ve ever known despite knowing how to balance schoolwork, practice, and of course, girls he occasionally fucks around with.
“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get horny,” a small smirk drags across his face as your best friend attempts to tease you. “Is Jeon’s dick so big that it’s got your mind all boggled up? I bet you want him to tie you-“.
“Shut the fuck up, Jeonghan. Not everyone’s as horny as you are.” You taunted back, eyes rolling back. He turns to you excitedly, eyes glinting brightly before he says, “Okay but I have to tell you about last night. Holy shit. I have no idea what’s up with girls but this girl I slept with last night cummed so hard just from me spitting in her m-“.
The blatant words of the soccer team captain make you scrunch your nose in disgust, a hand already going up to push his face away from your figure, cutting him off while making you think twice about how on earth you picked a better guy to be your ride-or-die.
The rest of the class goes by fairly quickly as you and Jeonghan talk about your classes, life, and of course, he had to finish that story about his newfound kink, much to your distaste. Soon enough, the clock hits 6 in the evening. The professor dismisses everyone, and you quickly pack up your things, wrapping your arms around Jeonghan for a brief hug before promising you’ll see him on the weekend for that party Soonyoung was hosting.
The crisp, autumn air hits you as you push against the heavy glass doors out of the health science department’s building, excited to get home as soon as possible. You haven’t seen your boyfriend, Wonwoo, for the entire day and all you wanted to do was just snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped around you, T.V. softly playing in the background as you guys mindlessly watch whatever programs on. Wonwoo doesn’t normally like watching television, he prefers playing games on his computer with his friends. He’s a true gamer boy by definition, spending countless hours whenever he’s not doing schoolwork to a certain video game, or in fact many video games. Last Christmas, you gifted him a hefty new monitor so he could have a second one to enjoy multitasking. You had taken up a second job in addition to your main one as a barista at the local university café in order to help afford your generous gift for him which you thought was absolutely worth it when you saw the look on his face when he unwrapped it despite the hard work that was put into buying. In spite of all of that, Wonwoo could never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you. He didn’t mind doing anything as long as it was with you, and you were the same with him. Both of you were well-suited for each other if anything. If Jeon Wonwoo isn’t the man you’ll spend your entire life with, well then, you’d rather stay single.
You decide to stop by the restaurant down the street two blocks from your shared apartment for some Chinese takeaway so you guys wouldn’t have to worry about dinner later on in the night. You quickly text Wonwoo, updating him on your whereabouts right as the owner waves you over to pick up your usual orders.
Tonight was just one of those nights where you weren’t the least bothered to do anything but laze around. You figured you’ll just wake up early tomorrow morning to study at one of the tables at your workplace before the start of your afternoon shift. Pulling out your keys and unlocking the door to your apartment, you hear Wonwoo furiously typing on his keyboard, assuming he’s probably in a game with one of the boys again. Accustomed to it, you popped your head through the door of his small gaming room.
“Hi.” You greet as your boyfriend looks up from his screen, a grin quickly mirroring yours as he pushes himself away from the desk, arms stretching wide inviting you to welcome his embrace. Wonwoo presses a long kiss to your temple and asks how your day went.
The rest of your night becomes a blur. Despite the one year you and Wonwoo have shared together, you’ve never felt more at home with the boy. Jeonghan had always told you about the guy in his friend group, never stopped talking about how similar he thought the two of you were, even going as far to say that you would be perfect for each other. Being the stubborn person you are, you disregarded the words of your best friend although you knew it was only thought of with the best of intentions to get you set up. Jeonghan claimed it was only because he didn’t want to have to entertain you when you were in your late 40’s, still single and working day and night in the medical field.
“Without sex!” He shuddered, eyes wide in disbelief. You rolled your eyes, knowing the manwhore himself couldn’t last a day without getting into somebody’s pants, let alone a lifetime. Jeonghan would never admit it out loud to your face, but it was obvious he cared for you deeply, he always takes good care of you.
You were the type who didn’t want to have to force the upbringing of a relationship. You preferred things to be natural and free-flowing, and that’s exactly what happened. Jeon Wonwoo and you met two winters ago in media club where he was in charge of short film projects while you were into photography. One thing led to another and here you are, basking in each other’s love and affection.
Smiling to yourself as you reminisce, you grab the remote and hit pause, getting up from the dark grey sofa. You walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your lips about to hit the rim of the cup when you pause. Quiet, distant noises of what sounds like moans were coming out of Wonwoo’s room.
The door is slightly ajar as you peeked in. Surprised to see his gaming headphones taken off and unplugged, neatly placed next to the keyboard. His framed glasses were still perched onto his high nose bridge – a feature of his that attracts you immensely. The area between his dark eyebrows was furrowed slightly, a section of his bottom lip in between his teeth. Immediately recognizing the brazen sounds claiming them to be yours as they reverberated off the walls of the small room, it could be none other than the sex tape you two filmed the week before. It was an unforeseen decision, neither one of you suggested it, it just happened to come about. That didn’t stop the both of you from getting off though.
Warmth spread up across your cheeks – not to mention in between your legs. Wonwoo’s hands were by his thighs, his fists bunching up the material. That’s when you saw it, the outline of his thick cock against the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants.
It doesn’t help knowing his length is just as impressive.
“Baby,” You called, slowly sauntering to him. Your boyfriend’s head whips in your direction as he opens his mouth to stutter, “I- “. Eyes filled with panic as he just witnessed his own girlfriend catching him watching something he’s not supposed to. Just because we’re starring in it doesn’t make it any better, he thought.
“I- I can explain,” Wonwoo started. “You don’t have to, baby. Let me help you,” you tell him. You couldn’t deny that Jeonghan’s words didn’t get to your head earlier today. Seeing Wonwoo in his current state just put the cherry on top, successfully engaging your core and peaking your arousal.
You sink down until your knees hit the carpeted floor; your face now perfectly lined up with the front of his crotch. If his bulge was half hard before, it’s definitely grown to its maximum now. His mouth is slightly open as he stares down at you. You swivel his gaming chair slightly as you smirk up at him, your hands already on the waistband of his sweats pulling them down to his ankles. Wonwoo lets out a low groan as you gently palm him through his boxers. His hips buck up silently asking for more.
“Ah, patience, baby,” You cooed, slowly trailing your fingers up the line of hair sitting above the top lining of his boxers and back down again before slipping your entire hand enough to pull out just the tip of his cock. Flushing bright red and leaking with pre-cum. Having never seen your dominant side excites him more as he can only imagine how many other parts of you he has yet to experience. Your thumb drags across the slit as you lean closer to press kitten licks against the side. You grab at the base of his cock before quickly sliding his boxers all the way off, giving you full access to the blood-rushing staff. Pumping slowly with one hand, you latch your lips onto the tip, sucking gently as he holds your head. You peer up with half hooded eyes to see that Wonwoo looks absolutely fucked out, his head is rolled to the side exposing his thick neck, and his eyes are squeezed shut trying to resist the urge to thrust into your warm, wet mouth.
Finally, you guided his cock further inside your mouth, gagging as you reached the hilt. The sound Wonwoo made was mixed between a moan and a whine, another one threatening to come up as you hummed around it, making vibrations around him. You kept a steady pace as you went back up and down again, making sure to look as innocent as possible maintaining eye contact while you were sure your acts were anything but wholesome. Most of the time during sexual intercourse, Wonwoo never got too vocal, occasionally letting out a few moans and groans but nothing like he was doing right now. The grip on your hair tightened as your boyfriend’s noises got louder and louder, signaling that he was close. So naturally, you did what almost everybody would do – you pulled away and let his cock fall from your mouth with a pop. The raging member stood straight up, rebounding off his lean stomach.
Wonwoo’s face immediately darkens as all the confidence you had before begins to quickly dissipate, knowing you did something utterly and most definitely wrong.
The gamer boy pulls you up with him, cornering you against the wall. His arms are planted on opposite sides of your head, his eyes bore into yours as you cower.
“Baby girl, I think you know better than not to tease me.” Wonwoo sneers, his lips smashing onto yours messily as he starts to work you up. Pulling your shorts down to place his fingers onto your core, your panties are already wet with a dark patch, showing him just how needy you are from just giving him pleasure.
Without breaking the kiss, he pushes your panties to the side and begins rubbing through your folds. He pulls away from your lips and instead, aims for your jaw, pressing a trail of light open-mouthed kisses down your neck until he decides to mark you just above your collarbone right where everybody could see and know that you were taken by the one and only Jeon Wonwoo. You suck in your breath when one of his fingers plunges into your heat. Slick noises came from a result of his pumping as he presses another finger to your entrance. You begin to let out a small whimper, regret seeping through, “I’m s-sorry-“
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, princess. Now, take off your shirt and bra.”
Not wanting to disobey him any further, your hands shakily grab the hem of your own shirt, pulling it off your head and letting it drop to the floor. Your hands find the clasp of your bra and loosen the clip, letting your breasts fall out of the cups. Wonwoo’s head immediately drops down to pay attention to the newly exposed flesh, cupping at the soft round pillows. He pulls his fingers out of your core, and you let out a whine feeling empty from the lack of stimulation.
Instead of wiping his fingers, he puts them directly in his mouth, greedily sucking them clean as you watch him, wanting none other than for his tongue to be stimulating your clit.
“It seems you’re more than ready for me. Your pussy is already dripping wet.” Wonwoo states as he pulls you towards him, stepping back to sit in his chair. He pats his thigh, “Well?” You waste no time as you get on top, your legs spread on either side of him. You trail your hand down his cock wrapping your fingers around it before lining his tip with your entrance. You sink down slowly as you sigh in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Wonwoo chokes, hands tightly gripping your hips as you start to roll them against his. He guides you as you lift and drop your hips, feeling his eyes trail down your body to stare directly at where you two were connected. You place a finger under his jaw and lift his head up pressing your lips sloppily against his. As you whimper, he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and bites your bottom lip before smoothing it out again with the muscle. One of Wonwoo’s hands leaves your waist to rub against the nub with his thumb, heightening your pleasure as you start to feel the familiar tight knot coming from your lower belly. Wonwoo can feel just how close you were from the way your pussy was clenching down on him as your soft moans turned into a whining mess. Just as you were about to reach your climax, he roughly tears his thumb away from your clit and pulls you up, disconnecting your body.
“Sorry baby, but it’s only fair I do the same to you. As much as I love seeing the look on your face when you cum,” he pauses, “I don’t think you deserve it.” He starts picking up his clothes.
“Please.” You beg, “Please fuck me ‘til I can’t walk. Please, please, I’m sorry,” you cry out as you plead. You just needed release.
Wonwoo stops in his tracks and hums in response, pretending to think. He needed the release just as much as you, but he wasn’t going to give in so easily especially after the trick you just pulled on him.
“Fine.” He concedes, finally letting out a sigh as he realizes he can’t say no to you. “But from now on, you’re under my full control. No more being a brat, okay?”
He pushes you down onto the floor, gently making sure your head lands safely before diving completely into you. He spreads your legs as he gets down in between you, giving you no warning as he positions himself and slides his length into you, stretching you out as you groan, your grip tightening around his broad shoulders. He slowly pulls back before slamming into you over and over again. Your hands grab at the hairs by his neck as you moan loudly, arching your back as you press your chest against his. He props one of your legs on his shoulder as Wonwoo’s hips continue moving, enjoying how well you’re taking him, so wet and so tight. The sensation of rubbing himself inside of you buzzing in his veins. Your orgasm starts to build again.
“Please, Wonwoo, can I cum?” you whine, too overwhelmed by the feeling. Wonwoo doesn’t respond as he just tightens his grip on you and holds you in place, hips already starting to stutter as he edges praises against your skin, telling you what a good girl you are for him and that you’re doing so well. You give in as your walls enclose around his length, convulsing with pleasure at the same time Wonwoo thrusts a few more strokes with his release coating your insides white. A grunt slipping past his lips as he rides out both of your orgasms.
You share a long and sweet kiss after the both of you come down from your high. His hand is stroking your hair affectionately while he’s still buried deep in you, preventing his cum from leaking out. He grins as he looks down at how ruined you were from your session. Your eyes are closed in exhaustion as he presses another kiss onto your temple.
“I love you, Y/N,” Wonwoo says, his eyes showing nothing but adoration.
“I love you, too, Wonwoo,” you smiled.
After all, he is your gamer boy and gamer boys deserve stress relief.
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Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)
can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...
𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)
pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader
warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance
The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.
You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.
He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.
You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.
You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.
On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.
“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.
You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.
He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.
Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.
Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.
As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.
He was completely eating up your awkwardness.
He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.
The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.
Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.
One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.
You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.
The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.
You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.
You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.
He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.
You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.
You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.
Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.
“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.
You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.
You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.
Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.
He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.
“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.
He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.
One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.
He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.
You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.
He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.
He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.
He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.
Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.
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You Don’t Know Me
—•°. for @pregnant-piggy’s writing challenge with the angst prompt 24 “I used to think that I didn’t deserve you, but now I’ve realised that you don’t deserve me.”
PAIRING: Professor!Draco x Fem!Professor!Reader
SUMMARY: Their love has a deadline, it just isn’t clear to both parties that it isn’t forever when the Potions Professor courts the Charms Professor, unbeknownst to him that she’s determined to be somewhere else.
WORDS: 8.5k (originally 8.7k but...i cut it down hehe)
WARNING(S): fluff + angst, cursing, arguments, flirting, not proofread, and kinda messy because i’m uninspired auzjdjwwa NOT SMUT || THIRD PERSON
A/N: i’m terribly sorry that this is long || kinda based on a bit of the movie hello, love, goodbye and the scene in himym s1 when victoria leaves. almost forgot to add the playlist.
[NAVIGATION] [MASTERLIST]
I. The Living Daylights [September 1991]
Long halls and grand staircases kept her on her feet, and she wanted to know so bad what was behind those grand doors. A taller boy stood in front of her and although she knew he couldn’t see her, she scowled at his stupid, stupid back.
She gently moved to the side to get a better look and hear — who was it again? — Professor McGonagall talk and orient them. The grand door was a bit open, and she could see light leaking through.
Innumerable candles hovered right above the tables, and she couldn’t help but admire every single one of them. Normally, people unnerved her especially when it’s a huge crowd but this . . . it’s magical and it’s real at the same time! You don’t see a lot of that detached from fiction. She pinched her left wrist as hard as she could and let out a yelp just right after.
“What are you doing?” said a voice to her left, and a boy emerged from right next to the taller boy from earlier.
“Pinching myself,” she replied.
“Why?” he asked, his face scrunched up. “Are you that stupid?”
“Excuse me?”
And to her surprise (and dismay), the boy stepped forward to her and extended a hand. “I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”
“Calm down, Timothy Dalton.” As soon as she said this, she gathered she shouldn’t have at all. Only three other students seemed to get it. Instead of keeping her mouth shut, she didn’t. “You know? James Bond of 1987? Timothy Dalton . . . played James Bond? Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t know James Bond.”
“What?” The boy seemed to be attempting to comprehend what she’d just said.
The girl shrunk. “Er — nothing.” And with one last awkward smile, she took a few more steps to her right to avoid talking to the boy again.
She could’ve sworn she heard him mutter something under his breath, something like Boggles or Goggles.
Later on, she heard the blond boy talk to another boy with glasses. He said the exact same thing he said to her and she tried hard to not laugh when the other boy said no. The blond boy caught her eye, and she immediately shut her mouth close and looked away.
[Y/N] couldn’t be more relieved when they were allowed to enter the room behind the door, now mostly because she wanted to get as far away as she could from the boy than her former intention of exploring the place.
II. Encounter [September 1993]
It’s only their third Potions class of the year, but she already found herself partnered up with the same unkindly boy. He didn’t seem as eager to be friends as before, much less remember her. She doesn’t blame him. After all, this is the first time they’ve talked ever since that weird moment in front of the door to the Great Hall just two years ago.
“I’m ready to shake your hand now.”
“What?” he spat.
“I’m [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. The one who — I’m not proud — said the James Bond thing a few years back.”
“Oh yeah, you. I don’t like you.”
Maybe it was his stupid head or his stupid voice or his stupid (painful) words but she found the will to make a face at his back. Of course, she was reprimanded for this as soon as Professor Snape spotted her.
The next days were unbearable, and this was not because of being scolded by a teacher; it was mostly because she had to spend time with the same boy in the library, who clearly did not appear to be enjoying it as much as she was.
They sat in two different tables which were right next to each other but it put a respectable distance between them, and so they went with it. Desperate to break the silence and at least make small talk, she tapped his side of the table with a shaky grin.
“Hey,” she started, “just imagine all the things we could do on this table! I mean, it’s so wide and we can put so many stuff there. Maybe even put a cauldron or—”
He was stifling a laugh, or at least trying to when she realized what that sounded like.
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry. Terribly sorry.”
“I don’t like you even more now,” he said with a smile as he proceeded to dip the tip of his quill in ink.
“Good. I don’t like you even more now, either.”
“Finally something we can agree on, then.”
“Oh yeah, look at that. Our first agreement as a couple!” she exclaimed, leaning forward on his table with a toothy grin. When he did not respond, she took it as a sign to not even bother. “Er — grapes?”
But then Madam Pince’s footsteps neared and she had to stuff her container of grapes back to her pocket.
That was the second and last time they ever talked in their younger years.
III. Here We Go Again [September 2001]
There’s a certain familiarity even as she sat in a chair she’d never sat on before; there were only few faces she recognized among the long tables, sure, but it feels like home to be in the same place once more. Maybe it was the glow of the candles hovering above the students or how the first years appeared to be unsurprisingly nervous just like her batch did, but it’s familiar, it’s comfortable.
She knew some of the ones in the higher years. After all, they’d been school mates back when she was only a student. In this situation, the best thing to do would be to at least smile, but she settled for looking at her cup as Minerva McGonagall spoke. Cup, candles, long tables, cup, candles, lo—
“—new Charms Professor [Y/L/N].”
Applauds and cheers erupted from the students, and she forced herself to look up, meeting the eyes of some people she knew and, of course, although dreadful, strangers.
She stood up from her seat, raising her hand in greeting. Just before she sat back down, she saw a figure in a dark cloak with a smug grin from the corner of her eyes. He was familiar, too.
Her first day wasn’t hard, and the only challenge she had to face was ink being spilled by a first year after a fail attempt at the levitation charm. It was quick to fix.
Lunch came and she spent it in her office, admiring the carved edges of her desk. She sat back down on her chair and pulled out a drawer, from which she withdrew a rich parchment and laid it gingerly on the surface of her table.
[Y/N] was about to dip her quill in her most fine ink when the double doors swung open, causing her to jump from her seat. Her eyes immediately went to the paper on her desk, afraid of spilled ink. To her relief, there was none. “Yes?” she asked the guest who came unannounced.
“Good afternoon, [Y/N],” said the guest, and she realized with a start that it was her former classmate. It wasn’t hard to mistake him for someone else. After all, the sight of paleness with a tinge of arrogance was a brand made in — one might say heaven — hell.
“That’s Professor [Y/L/N] to you, Professor Malfoy; and I believe knocking would have made a better and respectful entrance.”
“I don’t believe the same thing.” He took swift strides towards the window opposite her desk, looking out the view outside before turning back to her, taking in the character of her office. “Care for a chocolate?”
“I’m not hungry,” she said. It’s true, though. She’d eaten too much that morning as an excuse not to look at anyone else in the table, most especially this . . . abomination right in front of her which proved to be ineffective. “I’m afraid now’s not a good time, I suggest you make an appointment with me instead of bursting into my office like this.”
“Why are you so formal?” He leaned on her desk, drumming his fingers on the edge.
“Careful! You’ll get scratches on my desk and the ink—!”
“Salty,” he commented, tossing a scrutinizing look her way. “Just imagine all the things we could do on this table.” She choked on her own saliva at this.
“I beg your pardon?” She knew what he was talking about, but she pretended not to remember anything at all.
“Oh, you will beg,” he joked, laughing.
“I’d rather we be professional in the workplace and set a good example for the students.”
“Now, why would you prefer that? You can’t tell me there’s nothing going on here. I mean, the tension!” He was joking, but she wasn’t sure if he was as he fiddled with his pockets. “Alright, then. But my offer stands as long as you drool.”
“I’m not drooling.” But she reached out to wipe her mouth, glad his back was to her.
“Sure you aren’t.” He then faced her and held out his hand, a little box tucked in his fingers. “Chocolate?”
“You sound like Professor Lupin.”
“Do I now? Well, I’d say I have a lot more suave.”
She stood up from her desk with an air of indifference as she set the ink and quill aside. “You don’t. Kindly make your leave now.”
“I’d rather I don’t.”
With a groan she could no longer suppress, she walked over to him and vigorously pushed him to her door. “And I’d rather you do.”
“Come on, Professor.” He was leaning on the doorway now with a mock pleading look.
“Let me think,” she said, biting her cheek and looking him up and down. He then took this as signal to straighten his shoulders. As she tried to stifle a laugh, she shoved him further out. “Get out.” With a triumphant grin, she swung the door shut.
She got back to the rich parchment right away; Ilvermorny had always been her dream ever since she heard of it.
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The following days were more than just confusing: Passing each other in hallways, Professor Malfoy trying to catch her eye; Professor Malfoy trying to pass a note (she never knew what was written in them, not that she wanted to); and subtle knowing looks in lunch. It had even gotten to the point where half the students knew already.
The problem with this is that she got loads of questions she did not want to answer at all.
“Excuse me, Professor [Y/L/N]?”
“Yes, dear? Are you having troubles with the incantation or the movement?”
“Are you snogging Professor Malfoy?” The class chuckled, but they all seemed to be curious.
“Heavens—! Five points from Godric.”
“Er — Professor?”
“I mean, Gryffindor! Merlin’s beard, that’s mighty brave of you to say that but kindly refrain from asking such . . . questionable inquiries and please stick to the topic. Now, moving on. . .”
In another room a few floors down, another student asked the same thing, only this time a different answer was given.
Professor Malfoy, who was more than willing to answer this, was just as more than glad for the opportunity: “Why, that’s a very graphic way to put it but no, I am not. I am, however, courting your Charms Professor. Get her to say yes for me, will you?”
“No words!” she said to him later that day in his office, her brows furrowed tight in anger. “No words.”
“That’s four words,” Professor Malfoy said after taking a bite out of a cracker. “So is it a yes?”
“Get out.”
He snorted. “This is my office.”
“Oh. Right, my bad, okay.”
“Unless you want to stay?” he suggested.
“I can’t and I don’t think so,” she said slowly as she backed away until she reached the door. “Have a good day, Professor.”
“Your wish is my command, Professor!” He called out loudly just as the door closed behind her, laughing at the sight of her.
The door swung open again. “Courting me?” she asked with a scowl.
“Mhm, do you want roses? I don’t really do those but I wouldn’t mind if you want me to bring you some during class.”
“Merlin’s ingrown toenail,” she exclaimed under her breath. She stood by the doorway this time, looking like how one would look if forced to eat a lemon directly. “Not even in a million years.”
“How about a hundred?”
“Not even in a week.”
This much was true — it took a few years, but more on that later.
“Then why did you come back?”
“Because I want to tell you right now that nothing will happen and I don’t want you to expect anything so it would really help if you stopped encouraging the students about . . . this.”
“One date says I can make you say yes until the thirty-first of June.”
“Goodnight, Professor,” she said, exasperated.
“June 2004,” he said, gambling.
She only lingers for a second longer in the doorway. “Stop encouraging the students.” And with a friendly smile, she left the door open as she walked away.
He didn’t stop. If anything, it got worse: There were suddenly flowers being brought by students she did not know, suggestive cheers whenever they passed each other in the hallways, and pretty much everything else in between.
The worst thing about it is that she isn’t sure if it’s truly the worst thing in the world, because if it isn’t, then that’s just bad. She stored these thoughts away as she pulled out her third drawer and brought out a tin box. Inside rested exquisite cream-colored envelopes, the texture satisfying to feel under her fingertips.
IV. The Follow-Up Letter [December 2002]
The holiday of their second year of teaching brought more anticipation on the Charms Professor than joy. [Y/N] leaned on the solid railing of the owlery’s stairs, a blue envelope in hand.
Should I send it? No, it’ll come when it comes. But then again—
“[Y/N]?”
A number of things happened in four seconds: One, the envelope flew away as she jumped at the sight of the unexpected guest that is the Potions Professor; two, “Draco! What—Accio Envelope!”; three, nothing but staring at each other bewildered; and four, an amused smile on Draco’s face.
“You said my name.”
“What are you doing here at this hour?” she asked him, tucking the envelope as she crossed her arms, all the while trying not to meet his eyes.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Professor, were you following me?”
“Back to calling each other Professor so soon when we just started going on a first-name basis a second ago?”
“Professor,” she said, stern.
“Professor,” he said, not so stern.
“Come with me,” she found herself saying. She wasn’t the only one surprised, for he remained silent the entire time they walked back to the castle. His surprise amped up when they stopped in front of her office, and he refused to admit he was nervous as well.
[Y/N] swung the door open, taking his hand and sat him down on the chair in front of her desk. Instead of sitting down in her chair, she walked towards the open window, the light of the night illuminating everything underneath it. She faced him.
“Look,” she started, and only when these words left her mouth did she realize she had no idea what she was going to say. “Draco,” she said again, trying to earn more time for herself, but only earning a giddy tug on Draco’s lips. “I like you,” she said exasperatedly.
His supposed smile falters, but laughs (mirthlessly) for the sake of keeping the conversation light. “If you’re confessing your love for me, that’s an awfully depressing way to put it.”
“Draco, I really like you.” It sounds like an apology. “But I can’t.”
He stood up from his chair, leaning on the edge of her desk again just like he did on their first year of teaching. “Why not? I mean, I said until this last school year, right?”
“You were serious?”
“Of course I was serious.”
[Y/N] moved over to where he was leaning on and does the same, and the both of them just stare at the window across the room. They don’t look at each other.
Silence.
“Why’d you want to become a Charms professor?”
“I’m good at it,” she said with a grin. Draco looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Huh, you don't look satisfied with my answer. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No, none at all, of course. Just curious.”
“We’re at work.”
“Hence work-related conversations because you wouldn’t agree to go out with me.”
“Fair enough. Okay. Well, I originally considered Muggle Studies because it's just familiar and I'm Muggleborn, you know? But then there was Charms . . . And not to brag, but I was always exceptionally good at it and I like it because it makes things convenient, and I like it when things are convenient.”
“Mhm, I guess this is what they meant when they said that Charms professors are charming.”
“And I guess this is what they meant when they said that Potions professors are . . . I don't know how to finish that.”
“I think you mean to say that Potions professors put the chemistry in everything. Seriously, I'm carrying our relationship right now.”
“Ha ha,” she deadpanned.
“Wait, could you do me a favor and not tell Flitwick and Snape about this?”
“Can’t promise that. And it’s Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape.”
Draco finally faced her, but she kept her gaze straight and fixed on the window. There was nothing outside except clouds, and it was calming her enough to keep her hand steady as she reached out to grab the envelope tucked in her cloak, but she put it back quickly before he could see.
“No dating in the workplace, right?”
“Hence my June proposal.”
“I might not be here for 2004.”
“Why not?”
It was only five seconds, but it felt like forever as she felt the burn of the envelope in her cloak pocket. “Draco, I like you. In fact, I liked you until third year, you know.”
“Oh, I knew. You weren’t so discreet, you know.” The two laughed. “Why’d you stop?”
“Eh, well, you were kind of a dipshit so I figured, ‘might as well not’ and here we are now. If someone told twelve-year-old me I’d be here right now, she’d burst like confetti on the spot.”
She expected him to make a ridiculous retort or at least a comment picking fun on her, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked: “Then what’s stopping you now?”
“You only get three questions. Now you have two left. Anyway, well, here.” Hesitantly, she pulled out the envelope and handed it to him. A moment passed until his shoulders slumped. He didn’t look at her.
The contents of the envelope uncovered more than just her worries, for it revealed a fear he never knew he’d have. “You’re leaving Hogwarts to teach in . . . Beauxbatons?”
“You have one question left. It’s only a follow-up letter to check if I’m still on the waiting list.”
“Yeah, but you’d be moving to . . . where is it again? France! It’s just — I mean, why?”
“That’s all the questions you get.” He stiffened, and so she sighed. “I want to travel.”
“Yeah, but you could do that in the summer and this means leaving. Like, literally leaving the country.”
“I’m aware of that. It’s just that I don’t want to be tied down here. I want to see, like, the Louvre Museum or something.
“We have Riverside Museum here in Scotland and the British Museum in—.”
“Draco,” she warned. “See, this is what I meant. I’ve seen both of those already. I’ve been to a whole lot of places here and I want to see something else.”
“I see.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“So you’ll stop whatever you’re trying to do now?”
Draco stood up and walked to the door, not speaking as he did so. He looked the doorway up and down and finally faced her, his hands on the doorknob. “June 2003 is still six months away.” And with a grin, he pulled the door shut.
It could be the alluring glow coming from the windows or the still presence of the castle itself standing on the lonely grounds, but he seemed lovelier to her today than he had ever been.
V. Carpe Diem [June-July 2003]
The last week of June couldn’t have arrived so quickly, and just like the students, she was busy packing her bags. This was possibly the last time she was seeing her office.
Her eyes fell on her desk again.
Would it be wrong if she said that the idea of them on the table wasn’t looking so bad anymore?
Gah! No! Shaking her head, she slammed her chest shut when to her surprise the doors swung open with the same unannounced guest from not so long ago.
“You scared me, Professor.”
“Quit it, school’s over. My name isn’t Professor, so Draco will do.” Laughing, he held out his arm to her. “What do you say? Go out with me?”
“I have to go, Draco.”
[Y/N] walked out of the office, bag in hand when he called out to her.
“You never said no.”
“What?”
“You never said no whenever I asked you. It was always ‘excuse me,’ ‘I gotta go,’ ‘good night,’ or some random excuse that still wasn’t the two letter word and that face you make when you’re actually turned on.”
“Wha — I am not turned on.”
“I’m kidding again.”
She walked over to him. “Then okay, let’s do it.”
“Do — what? Do what? The table thing? That was just a joke because of what you said, I don’t really—”
“No, you idiot. I’m saying I’m willing to go out with you until I get the results.”
“Oh! So we’re — you know?”
“Yeah, where do you wanna go first?”
It took her five steps to realize he was frozen in the same place he stood five steps ago. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just happy,” he answered.
“Wipe it off your face, it looks weird on you.”
“This smile’s staying until the end of time, princess.”
When he caught up with her and they were walking alongside each other, not only did she see a smile but also the glint in his eyes brighter than ever. She still worried about how this was going to end, but it’s only the now, and there’s nothing else that could ruin that.
“Yeah, ground rules: Never call me that again.”
“Why not, princess?”
“Stop testing my patience, Professor.”
“Aw, no! Go back to first-name basis.”
She halted, and so did he. “Wait, I just wanted to make it clear that we can only do this until the end of July, okay?”
He paused, looking at her.
“Draco? Okay?”
“Done deal,” said Draco, and so they walked off.
When they made it to the train, whoops and cheers greeted them. The same kid from Gryffindor held up two thumbs up, and clapping along as they walked past.
They got into a compartment at the end of the train, the two giddy and nervous for what was to come. Their luggage were stashed above them, and it was only the two of them sitting across from each other, sharing knowing looks of excitement.
“You sure you don’t want to do the table thing?” she joked, smiling. The train began to move.
“Eh, I’ll catch feelings.”
“I thought you caught those already.”
“No, I mean I’ll catch them thrice as hard.”
“You know what they say: What’s thrice more, right?”
And they spent the entire ride laughing, reveling in the other’s presence.
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“Remember, no magic. We can’t risk it,” she said, her hands tucked into her pockets as they walked down the park where a number of other couples walked, some with dogs and some with children and some with just their hearts on their sleeves.
“Well, as it turns out, you are magic. Who knew Professor [Y/L/N] was such a rule breaker?”
She punched his shoulder lightly. “Draco Malfoy, you are the corniest rodent on Earth.”
“Just Earth?”
“Universe, then. Hey, what do you say we go laser tagging?”
“That’s so romantic of you to say, a million times yes!”
On the first week of July, the new couple spent countless times holding hands, walking around, laughing at people they meet who have phony laughs, and everything else normal couples do.
It was perfect, being in love. Everything is beautiful, but more so when you’re in love. Heck, even the pigeon shitting on that little kid’s head is beautiful. It’s like someone picked you up and brought you high above the skies and took you to many places you only used to dream of seeing.
They spent time in her apartment, and she made s’mores for the two of them one night. “D’you want music?” she asked him.
“Yeah, sure.”
She came back to the room with a boombox in hand. “I forgot what tape we put in there but first song that plays will be — forgive me if this is cheesy — our song.”
The intro to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You started playing, and she danced along to the beat.
You're just too good to be true. . .
Can't take my eyes off of you. . .
You'd be like Heaven to touch. . .
“Hey, that’s an old song.”
“I know,” she said, holding out her hand. He took it without any hesitation, and they danced along with laughter in the air every time one failed to follow through with the steps. They were singing along off-key when the song stopped and a different one played.
“It must be because I kinda . . . tried to enchant it a while back — hold on, let me just fix it,” she said, letting go and walking over to the boombox.
You give your hand to me. . .
“No, don’t worry, it’s a good song.”
“Yeah, a sad one. You sure?”
And then you say hello. . .
“Mhm, You Don’t Know Me’s a nice song to dance to despite its depressing lyrics.”
And I can hardly speak. . .
“Cindy Walker and Eddy Arnold are geniuses. This one’s written by Cindy. She sang it too but this one playing right now’s by Eddy, but there are a lot of artists who sang it too. Like Elvis.”
My heart is beating so. . .
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and just keep dancing,” said Draco with a laugh.
And anyone could tell. . .
From a distance, Big Ben sang a loud chime, giving its telltale sign that it was a new hour. But the two people in a tiny apartment among countless other lit windows did not mind, for they were only one more lover in the world for yet another hour, giving as much love they could give.
You think you know me well. . .
Her hand’s rested on his shoulders, and they’re dancing along. Just like songs are sung by various artists, love is given by various people; it’s as if it’s the same thing over and over again, but it’s not — there’s always a note different, a kiss astray, it’s unique because it’s your love and your love alone.
But you don't know me. . .
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“Shoot that ratty bastard!” she yelled, pointing at the kid in a neon orange shirt, a yellow laser tag gun in hand. He’d never seen her like this before, but this didn’t make him any less keen on loving her. If anything, he was more so in love than before. She faced him, face scrunched up in impatience. “What on Merlin’s rotten earwax are you waiting for?! Go!”
With a smile he’d never done before, he raised his gun to the kid and got him out of the game. [Y/N] cheered right next to him and he couldn’t help but laugh. “This is very brutal of us, you know.”
“Yeah, so we’re twenty-three and we like winning over kids, so what?” she said exasperatedly, laughing.
“This is not a good look on you,” he said in between laughs.
“What? So I’ve been told. Give me a bre— Oh, hell no. Avenge me! Get that kid!”
But the young player got him too anyway, and when they got out of the laser tag place, they went ahead to get some ice cream. “What day is it today?”
“July eighteen.”
“Phew! Just ten more days to go,” said [Y/N] before eating the last of her cone. “Almost there,” she mused excitedly as they walked away to go and fall in line for the rides.
Draco watched the cracked pavement beneath his feet move as they walked, only one thought in his head: Just ten more days to go. Almost there.
He looked back up to her, just thinking of all the things that could happen. What if she got in? What then? What if she didn’t?
The line for the Ferris Wheel in front of them was extremely long, and so he told her he’d be right back to get them both some cotton candy for the ride.
She reckoned he must’ve been gone for a long time, for when he came back, they were third in line. Safe to say that it was worth it, because when you’re way up in the sky, you’d like to eat clouds while you’re at it.
VI. What’s Become of It [July 2003]
Draco could only hear the song playing over and over in his head at the sight of her staring out of his hotel room’s balcony. It’s the twenty-eighth of July already, and his arms are crossed tight as he tried to keep himself steady. He walked over to where she was sitting and sat down right next to her.
“Nervous?” he asked her.
“Very, but also giddy.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered.
[Y/N] turned to him and raised a brow in question, but he only shook his head in response, ‘it’s nothing.’
But it isn’t.
She stood up from her seat to lean on the railing, still waiting for an owl to swoop in. Draco, on the other hand, was still in his seat, looking up at her.
I could do this everyday, he thought to himself. I could look at your face and listen to your voice and hear your snores and never be tired of it.
“Hey,” he called out, and so she then turned around to him with a smile. “Do you ever think of the future?”
“What’s this sudden mushiness, hm? It looks weird on you,” she said with a laugh.
“I know,” said Draco. “But do you?”
She leaned her elbows on the balcony railing. “Eh, well, it’s hard not to. I mean, Beauxbatons! It’s so much different from what I’m used to but I think I’ll ma—”
“No, no, I mean this. I mean us. What, we’ll just be strangers after this?”
Silence. Not completely silence, because the city was bustling like a newly built toy train; more like silence in the sense that it was hard to tell what to say in this situation that their words were stuck in their lungs, and it was hard to breathe what with everything that’s happened and everything that is yet to happen.
“Let’s go inside,” she said with a sigh.
As soon as they closed the door, true silence fell upon them, and it was only the sound of the pizza from last night being reheated in the microwave that could be heard.
“Why are you asking this right now?” she finally said as she rested her hands on her hips.
“What, I can’t ask questions now?”
“Draco, I’m getting the results today, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just asking where you see this going.”
“Where I see this going? I think I recall me telling you right from the start that this ends here, right?”
“Yes, I remember that too, but what if you didn’t get it?”
“What?”
“No—just—what if?”
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “There’s no such thing and even if there was, there’s still another one.”
“What do you mean there’s—”
An owl appeared just by the window, and so she had to turn away and open the door to the balcony, from which by there the owl came in, a letter in hand.
Only when the letter was on her hand did she feel a certain kind of burning in her fingertips, wanting to tear it open as wildly as she could. Her eyes went back and forth from the letter and to Draco, who was now eyeing her while holding his breath.
“Moment of truth,” she breathed.
And she opened the envelope. The anticipation grew wider and wider and tighter and tighter and deeper and deeper as she tore it open and pulled out the letter. She unfolded it with a look of both determination and fear, but never hesitation.
Her shoulders slumped. Draco took in a shaky breath. “What does it say?”
“I didn’t get in.” [Y/N] was spiraling. She turned her back to him and ran her hand down her face in disappointment.
“We are sorry to inform you. . .”
She went out to the balcony, looking out the vast landscape as a million thoughts ran through her head, unaware of the man behind her down on one knee with a ring in his hand, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. The wind drew goosebumps on her neck.
When she turned around, her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. What do you say in a situation like this? Is it bad that she wants to say yes?
[Y/N] opened her mouth to speak, but he spoke first, the ring still held up to her.
“Wait, no, hear me out. Marry me. I know it wasn’t as flawless as we thought it would be but you could stay here. You could be a tutor to younger students for when they’re homeschooling! Let me talk first. We’ll talk more about this later and figure it out but you could also just stay at home or come with me to Hogwarts. See? As long as we’re together.”
“You’re making me not work?”
“It could be the other way around, if you want. Just someone to stay at home with the kids and—”
“Kids? Marriage? Draco, that’s not in your plan — that’s not in any of your plans! You don’t want any of those!”
“I’m willing to want all of those for you because all my plans are for you.”
“What about me?” she said breathlessly.
“What do you mean? You are the damned plan! Just please consider it; we could get married right now, it doesn’t have to be grand, let’s just go to city hall and get married.”
“Draco, please don’t do this to me.” She wiped the tears from her face, and he suddenly wished he could vanish. Actually, he could Apparate to somewhere far away, but he didn’t.
“Will you marry me?” he asked again. “Please?”
She was about to open her mouth to speak when another owl stood on the balcony railing, a cream envelope tied to its foot. Time felt like it stretched longer than it should have.
[Y/N] turned away from him, not meeting his eyes as she untied the letter from the owl’s foot. She expected it to leave just like the first one did, but it didn’t. Instead of flying away, it just sat there, watching them.
Draco’s leg was hurting now, but he remained still as he watched her open the envelope. The silence was too loud again.
He watched her with wonder as she read the contents of the letter until she let her hand fall along with the envelope. It almost flew away but she caught it just right before it slipped from her fingers.
She gulped. “I got in to Ilvermorny.”
Draco dropped the ring box, and his heart along with it. His eyes went to the owl, which he realized just now was probably waiting for her to write to the school in answer to the acceptance letter she’d just received.
“Wow, you must be so desperate to get out of here, aren’t you?”
“Draco, what the fuck are you doing with the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen? I— just— I thought we had an agreement! Just — Why?”
“Because I love you and I want to be with you, is that so much to ask for? Don’t you love me back? Is everything we’ve been through just nothing to you?”
“I do! I do love you!” She was crying now, and it was hard to speak and try to keep yourself together at a time like this. “But I can’t marry you.”
“Why not? If you love me, why can’t you choose me?”
“If you love me, why are you making me choose?” she said, and came the day of the longest time she cried. “It’s been my dream to travel, Draco. Do you want me to stop for you?”
“We could just Apparate there right now if you want to. Or if you really want to leave we could make long distance work, too! We could write letters, use a—”
“That’s not how it works and you know it. My answer right now is a solid no. There.”
“But didn’t you love Hogwarts? Remember? You were so mesmerized and just — if not me, does Hogwarts not mean enough for you to stay?”
“Draco, please.”
He raked his hand through his hair, unsure of what to feel. “You know, I used to think that I didn’t deserve you, but now I’ve realized that you don’t deserve me,” he scoffed. “After all, Professor [Y/L/N] just loves it when things are convenient, right?”
“You— What, you were doing all this in hopes that I’d stay knowing right from the damn start that I was set on leaving?” She gulped, not wanting to believe what was happening right now. “This is stupid. Were you trying to get me to stay?”
“Is it too much to ask for?”
She scoffed as she wiped a tear away from her eyes, her face red. “Goodbye, Draco.”
And she left the room without another word. The floor seemed to be moving under his feet. The world did in fact move; it kept moving even when his heart broke, it kept moving even when a random kid was sentenced to detention, it just kept moving because the world does not stop for heartbreaks and mischiefs.
The microwave dinged just like it should have, and so he stood up to prepare the pizza, later on eating it on his own while staring at the lonely ring box on the floor.
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There he was on the thirty-first of July, overstaying in his hotel room, lying flat on the wide and empty bed, staring at the smooth ceiling.
But then he found himself on his feet, grabbing the ring box and stuffing the ring itself into his pocket.
He looked and looked until he found a place to buy one of those tasty ring pops.
As he made his way up the stairs of a building he’d been on a lot of times for the past month, a candy ring in hand. A thought occurred to him days prior to today: you can waste your time or love what’s become of it and make it count.
. . .No, you don't know the one. . .
He knocked on the door and kneeled again, this time a candy ring in the ring box, replacing the ring he’d bought the day they went to the theme park.
Who dreams of you at night. . .
The door swung open. She stood with one glow missing, but she was her nonetheless, and that’s all that matters.
And longs to kiss your lips. . .
“Wait! I’m not gonna ask you to marry me, don’t worry,” he said just when she was about to open her mouth. “Will you spend your remaining time with me?”
And longs to hold you tight. . .
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said with the brightest smile she’d ever had, and he stood up to pull her into his arms.
To you, I'm just a friend. . .
And they spent the day just like they did for the past month — laughing and loving, no trace of what had happened just a few days ago. They’ve wasted so much time already, they couldn’t afford to lose any more.
That's all I've ever been. . .
“I’m sorry for all I said back there,” he whispered to her neck as they watched a woman walk her dog across from their bench. He was resting on her shoulder, playing with her fingers.
“I’m sorry, too. I love you, it’s just that I love myself more right now.”
He nodded, and so he went back to humming and swaying lightly along to the song in his head.
But you don't know me. . .
She only laughed as she kissed his forehead. “That dog’s about to shit, be quiet.”
“Way to ruin the moment,” he joked.
“Come on, give me a break.”
For I never knew the art of making love. . .
They went to the beach, walking along the sand just right where the sea could just reach them. The sun was setting so soon just like their love, for she was set to leave later that night.
Though my heart aches with love for you. . .
The two sat on the sand, paying no mind to the sand getting everywhere. They watched the waves crash upon each other elegantly.
“You know, if ever I did say yes, I wouldn’t want to do it in city hall.”
“Yeah?”
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by. . .
“Mhm, but it doesn’t have to be big, either. I just want my friends to be there.”
“We could have that.”
“We’ve been over this,” she said with a dismissing laugh.
The chance you might have loved me too. . .
“But —”
“Sh. . . Just listen to the waves.” He did.
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When they returned to her apartment, she immediately brought him up to the roof, telling him to stay there while she went back down to get the same boombox from weeks ago.
“I’m back!” she announced as she put the boombox down on the floor. Draco was leaning on one of the railings of the terrace, and he resisted the urge to make a comment on what she just said and so he resorted to just smiling back at her.
After turning it on, she moved over to him, leaning on the railing just like he did as the song continued to play. “We could actually see the Big Ben from here. A bit far, but we still can. Over there. See?”
“Yeah, I see it.”
“So,” she started, “I’ll be leaving soon. Any last words for me, Professor?”
“Put on your candy ring and dance with me, princess.” He opened the ring box and unwrapped the ring, the two of them laughing as he put on the ring on her finger.
They danced slowly, laughing at the other’s laugh and so on and so forth. She brought her hand up to his cheek, caressing it gingerly as she could.
Draco laughed. “You’re getting candy all over my face.”
“Good, something to remember me by,” she teased. She didn’t bring her hand down, no. “Wait, I want to lick my ring.”
“You gotta do what you gotta do,” he said, grinning as she proceeded to suck on the fake diamond ring, the two of them giggling.
“Oh, it’s grape flavored, nice touch.”
“You could keep the diamond one if you want to,” he said, only to get elbowed lightly by her. They chuckled.
He didn’t mind that her hand was getting his own hand sticky or the fact that the candy was getting a bit of stain on his clothes. He only watched her, refusing to take his eyes off her, taking in what he could before he lost her for real. “[Y/N]?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want us to part with two bad memories. When you leave, I want to just remember this moment and the best month of my life. I can’t really just forget what happened a few days ago — actually I can because memory charms but you get what I mean — but I don’t think I want the memory of seeing you walk out that door and leaving.”
She paused, looking at him curiously. Big Ben sang a loud chime again, and he turned away to take a good look at the tall and distant tower. It was time.
“You don’t have to,” she said.
He looked back to her. “What?”
[Y/N] let go of him and stopped dancing. She cupped his face before kissing his forehead. She turned up the music louder so he wouldn’t hear her Apparating.
. . .You give your hand to me. . .
“Pick a number,” she told him with a grin.
“Alright, uh, any? Okay, seven.”
“Okay, close your eyes and count to seven.”
And then you say goodbye. . .
He obeyed and closed his eyes. “One.”
[Y/N] watched him, taking in the last she’d ever see of him as the song continued to play. “Two.”
I watch you walk away. . .
She walked over to the door, lingering as she watched the most adorable face she’d ever laid her eyes on. She thinks back to their third year together. “Three.”
Beside the lucky guy. . .
If she’d just made the effort of talking to him, maybe they would’ve had a longer time together. “Four.”
To never, never know. . .
She took a step backward, looking back at him once more. She’s thankful he picked a longer number, glad for the extra time she had to look at him one last time even just for a few more seconds. “Five.”
The one who loves you so. . .
Maybe if she’d given in earlier, there would’ve been much more memories, more moments to laugh about today. “Six.”
No, you don't know me. . .
A moment’s hesitation. As she watched his mouth twitch, she realized she wouldn’t have it any other way. And with one last look, she disappeared just as he opened his eyes.
“Seven.” He stood there, neck and clothes sticky from the candy, the real ring stuffed in his pocket. He ran his fingers through his hair.
He let a deep breath. “You can come out now,” he said jokingly, a tinge of torment in his tone. It’s hopeless, for she’d long gone. The only thing he could do was go back to the railing, staring at the small figure from the distance that is the Big Ben. “I should’ve picked the number three for leverage. Good luck, [Y/N].”
And he picked up the boombox still playing the song and walked out of there with a forlorn smile.
EPILOGUE: Another Time [June 2005]
Most of the time we meet people we don't know would be the very cause of getting to that something big in our lives: In a dark office sits a man in his mid-twenties, fidgeting with his creaking desk drawer, glancing at the velvet box resting innocently in the corner of it.
The man pulls it out completely until it halted just shy of falling off the desk itself and he only eyes it with what one could only assume is contempt, possibly for time being the only thing in the way — time, the most bitter thing of all.
He refuses to go so far as touch it, and so he pushes the drawer back. He stands up from his chair and walks over to his last class for the year.
He bids his students farewells for the holidays, and he goes off to pack his stuff, during which he finds himself contemplating whether or not to bring the ring he still keeps around in his desk.
Should I bring it? he asks himself for the umpteenth time that day. If I do, I'll throw it on the train ride home.
Somewhere in a peeling chair of a booth beside the window of a busy diner three thousand miles away, however, rests a young woman of the same age making herself comfortable as she takes off her coat while waiting for her pancakes. Her chin's on her palm, and she's desperate to find a place to stay for the summer. At the far end of the diner beside the lone booth stands a faulty jukebox and a young couple probably in their teenage years, two of whom are dancing along to a song she's heard before.
“You're just too good to be true,” sings the teenage girl.
“Can't take my eyes off you,” the boy sings back in reply, seemingly hesitant but in love (and foolish) enough to do so anyway. The two then starts to dance to the jolly instrumental.
Sighing, the woman leaves without another word, paying no mind to the pancakes she'd just ordered and forgetting the coat she'd just left in her seat where a plastic ring hid in one of the pockets.
On her way out, she began to hear a different song from the thrift store across the street from the diner.
. . .And anyone can tell. . .
Different singer, same song. She walked over to the store.
You think you know me well. . .
Strangely enough, it’s a lovely new version. After all, 2005 could use a different stroke of color. In this case, it’s Michael Buble singing a song that held a special place in her heart. With a smile, she went on her way.
But you don't know me. . .
Fate has to be one of the funniest thing ever, because however brutal it may be, it always finds a way to make every tear one has shed worth it. A fair example for this would be the coat with a plastic ring hidden in one of its pockets she unknowingly left in the diner, and the long string of events that follows that gets it three thousand miles away to London and into the hands of the very person who gave the candy ring.
Who’s this said person? Only the very man who’s debating on whether or not to bring a diamond ring he’d bought years before. Update on him: He left it there again.
Why? Because he’s saving it for another time, which is hopefully soon.
Whenever that is.
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hey there! love your works as always ^^
i saw your requests were open and may i do a scenario where Albedo comforts the female reader after being catcalled?
kinda need it rn.. some men are just really creepy, and it sucks that they think making women feel uncomfortable is an okay thing to do.
It would be very much appreciated, thank you ❤
—Albedo Scenario.
Albedo comforts you after being catcalled. (Female!Reader)
Author note: People are just so disgusting. They don't think about how bad their words or acts can make you feel. Or they simply don't care. It makes me sick. I'm sorry if you've experienced it, we should keep being strong. 💓 Thank you so much for requesting. :]
You were in front of the alchemy table in Mondstadt. Your gaze rested on it; you felt too uncomfortable to raise your head after what happened while you were walking calmly for a while.
Also, there was no one there. Timaeus wasn't there, and neither was Sucrose. You rested for a while in that quiet place, until a familiar voice caught your eye and made you boggle slightly.
"Y/N, do you need something? Excuse me for keeping you here waiting." Albedo's calm tone was accompanied by a slight smile on his face. When you turned your head to see him, his clear eyes were watching you waiting patiently for an answer.
You nervously shook your head and looked back at him, even though it took a bit of time to do so. He notices that something is not right with you, but decides to wait for your answer first before going ahead. "Oh, no, no. I was just looking for a quiet place. I'd better get going, you must be busy." You answered.
When you turn around and step forward quickly, the blonde hastily raises the tone a bit. "Wait! Did something happen? You know that no matter how busy I am, I always have time for you." He clears his throat after that.
You let out a sigh. Well, he asked, why wouldn't you tell him? Also, it was Albedo. The best comfort you could have is with him. You turned around again to speak to this boy. Your head was still a little down, but you were looking into his eyes.
"I was catcalled today. It feels so… bad. It's so awkward, I don't understand how—" your agitated voice trailed off as you felt the alchemist's gloved hand on your shoulder. His soft gaze only wanted to appease you and make you forget that experience. You saw it in the sparkle of his eyes.
"Yes, the science is advanced compared to some people's brains, right?" Albedo's comment made you give a slight laugh, although your face was still slightly pained, as he was right. And what happened once could happen again. "Listen to my words, Y/N. Don't hang your head. You know you are worth more than them. Come on, show it."
The boy's eyebrows shot up and he withdrew his hand from your shoulder. You felt cold when his touch left your body.
"Oh, and one last thing. I'm not as busy as you think. Next time, would you allow me to accompany you for a walk?"
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Tony gets injured during a mission, and his Omega, peter is not happy about it.
Notes: It’s pretty angsty at first but I tried to give it a little extra fluff and warmth at the end for you. Sorry this took me over a year to finish 😅Here’s to hoping this means I finish the other drafts of prompts I got ages ago.
Warning(s): ABO Dynamics, Light Angst, Peter Cries
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It wasn’t coming together right.
Peter stared at his sad attempt at a nest with tears swimming in his eyes. After Tony had been called away on a mission, the omega was left to his own devices. The rest of the Avengers wouldn’t let him do a thing in his “condition” (even saying the word made him want to roll his eyes), least of all his alpha. Tony had taken his possessive jealousy to a new level the minute he’d found out Peter was carrying. So, while he went out and risked his neck, Peter was stuck at home, staring at the pathetic lump of pillows and balls of Tony’s shirts that he’d tried to make into a nest in the closet.
Why the closet?
It smelled the most of his alpha, and was small (well, smaller than the bedroom) enough that he felt safe. He missed his alpha, much as Peter didn’t want to admit it, and kept asking FRIDAY for updates on the man. She’d tell him things like, “He’s fine, Peter. The boss asks you to please not worry so much about him.” It didn’t help. Nothing helped, because his alpha was off risking his neck while Peter was left fidgeting over blankets and fussing about his broken nest.
He wanted to cry.
It was frustrating, the hormones that his bump was making him go through. The omega had never thought he’d be this kind of omega. Sure, Peter preened under his alpha’s eyes and he got a little too snippy and possessive when other omegas were around his mate, but the raging hormones were something else. Peter had bawled over a Dodo video of a baby bird being returned to its mama the other day. He’d cried so hard that he’d hyperventilated, and spurred FRIDAY into sending an emergency alert to Tony. When the alpha came home and found his omega in such a state, the man had all but lost his mind.
Needless to say, Peter loved being pregnant. He loved his bump and couldn’t wait to meet his baby and have her in his arms, but for the moment, he felt like a burden.
A burden who couldn’t even make a proper nest.
Before he knew it, Peter was crying again. He curled in on himself (as best he could, given he was approaching seven months along and the swell of his tummy got in the way every time he tried) and sat there near his nest, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted his alpha. Peter sniffled, reaching for one of the shirts he’d strewn across the nest. It was an old Black Sabbath shirt of Tony’s, one that had seen plenty love itself and came with a smattering of tiny holes near the neck. The omega pushed his nose against the fabric and nuzzled it, stifling the sounds of his sobs in an effort to make sure FRIDAY wouldn’t alert Tony to his distress.
His senses and his hormones were supercharged. It had been hours since Tony (and a few of the others) had rushed off to fight some super powered sea monster. Truth be told, the reason that Peter was crying in the closet was because his alpha was gone, not because of his nest. He bit back a wail as he thought of his alpha, hating how Tony was so quick to rush into danger. Peter had tried to convince him.
“If I’m not allowed to go on missions, you shouldn’t be, either!”
“Baby, that’s ridiculous. I’m not pregnant.”
Peter had stared up at his alpha. They were tucked away together on the couch, Tony with one arm draped around him, his attention on a hologram that FRIDAY was projecting. Peter was nestled into his alpha’s side, desperate (he hated it, how needy the pregnancy was making him) for attention after his alpha had been away all day. The words stung. Peter bit his lip and looked down. It was archaic, the way that Tony treated him now that he was pregnant, and it made him want to scream about how unfair it was.
He hadn’t felt like such a child since before the whole Adrian Toomes incident.
“But alpha, you could get hurt,” Peter tried, and he gave a hopeful glance to Tony’s hand, hoping his fingers would stop moving where they hovered near the hologram.
Instead, Tony sighed. “Peter, this isn’t a discussion.”
“It should be! You’re just as important as I am — ”
“I’m going, Peter. End of discussion.”
In his mess of a nest, Peter whimpered as he remembered how his alpha used that tone on him. It wasn’t often Tony used the deep, alpha baritone to give him commands or bark at him. The thought of it now was enough to bring the boy to near tears. His bottom lip wobbled, and he sniffled and another wave of hiccuped sobs came over him.
“Peter?”
The sound of a warm voice made his breath hitch in his throat. Boggled as his mind was, his first thought went to his alpha — to Tony. But the person standing in the doorway, disheveled and exhausted, was a different alpha. Steve Rogers must have come straight from the battlefield. He had flecks of shrapnel on his uniform, which looked tattered and soaked. His hair was wet, matted down onto his forehead, giving it a dirty blond look. Steve hesitated, and Peter knew it was because of the waves of distress he was letting loose, flooding the air of the bedroom.
“Where’s Tony?” Peter whispered.
Steve’s hesitation was all he needed to see to know something was wrong. “Don’t panic,” he started, looking like he wanted to step further into the room and then thinking better of it. “He’s in the med-bay right now, but was knocked unconscious by — ”
Peter did sit around and wait for Steve to tell him the rest. He was on his feet surprisingly fast (at least he had his spider dexterity when it counted), brushing past the alpha. He heard Steve calling after him, but Peter shook his head and didn’t wait around. If FRIDAY had granted Steve access to the private room he shared with Tony simply to relay the message in person, it had to be bad. All the way down to the med-bay, Peter thought about the breathing exercises he’d learned for delivery and practiced them in real time, one hand resting against the side of his belly. The elevator took him down without waiting around for Steve, and Peter’s toes wiggled impatiently against the floor as he waited for the doors to open. He looked down, realizing he’d forgotten to put on shoes.
When the elevator slid open and left him free to rush down the hall (he didn’t waddle, dammit), his feet sounded noisy to his own ears, like the slapping sound was echoing and bouncing all over the place. He was on hyper alert, his senses going haywire. But everything stopped when he saw his alpha through the glass, attached to all sorts of wires and machines. Dr. Cho was hovering over him, using a penlight to check the dilation of his pupils. Peter rushed into the room. She looked up at him, offering him a sympathetic smile. “Peter, there’s nothing to — ”
But he cut her off, letting out a noise that was somewhere between a wail and a croak as he said, “Alpha.”
Tony’s eyes flickered open. He offered Peter a lazy smile. “Hey there, omega-mine,” he said, holding his hand out for Peter to clutch as he neared the bed. “The doc here’s got me on the good stuff. Says I took a pretty serious knock to the head.”
Peter’s attention was diverted briefly to the bandage wrapped around his alpha’s forehead. He pressed his lips together. He knew his alpha could sense the emotions rolling through him. Peter hadn’t even noticed Dr. Cho excuse herself. “You can’t keep doing this to us,” Peter whispered, letting go of Tony’s hand to cradle his bump. There were tears in his eyes again. They clung to his lashes, and his bottom lip quivered. Standing up to his alpha wasn’t something that came naturally to him, but this time it was too much. “I — I can’t stay here all the time, worried about you. You’re going to be the father to my pup Tony. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
The alpha blinked, looking caught off guard by the sudden emotion flitting across his mate’s face. “Of course it does,” he said, his voice quiet. “But you know the responsibility I have as Iron Man.”
Peter shook his head, squaring himself up a little, stubborn in his concern and hurt. He reeked of it, he knew. “Alpha, you’re hurt. You keep getting hurt. You have a responsibility to us. To our pup.” The tears that had built up spilled over his cheeks, creating fresh tracks. “Please,” he whimpered, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the alpha’s stare. Peter knew Tony was hurt. As an omega, he knew it was his job to care for his alpha.
“Okay, okay,” Tony said, the tips of his fingers twitching, coaxing Peter towards him. “Come here. Omega-mine, look at me.” Once Peter did, the alpha met him with a tender expression. “Alpha’s sorry. Come lay with me?” Again, he wiggled his fingers.
Unable to resist, Peter scooted closer to the bed, until he could crawl into it with his alpha. He curled up against Tony’s side, his bump forcing the alpha to scoot over some so they both had enough room. His alpha kissed the crown of his head, where he knew Tony could breathe in the scent of his shampoo. His alpha always said it comforted him, and knowing that brought Peter peace. He settled down, soothed by his alpha’s presence and his warmth. “I built a nest,” Peter said after a few moments of silent cuddling.
“Did you?” Tony sounded vaguely amused, like he already knew where this conversation was going. “How did it turn out this time?”
A long pause. “It — it went okay,” Peter said.
His alpha’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh. “I’ll donate a few more pillows to the cause.”
Peter smiled, giggling and nosing at his alpha’s jaw. “Thank you for the generosity, Mr. Stark.” He rubbed his hand over his belly, thoughtful. “I love you, alpha.”
“I love you, too.”
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