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The Thunder Rolls (Yandere Oikawa)

Thank you for the commission!! Let me know if you want any changes, I wasn’t sure which direction to go with this >3< If you want something completely different I understand and can rewrite with more specifics.

Also, this song is one of my all-time favs and definitely inspired this oneshot. Highly recommend a listen, especially the third verse version.

Title: The Thunder Rolls

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, cheating/infidelity, swearing, a bit of angst

“Another love grows cold on a sleepless night

As the storm blows on, out of control

Deep in her heart

The thunder rolls”

From “The Thunder Rolls” a Garth Brooks Tribute by State of Mine

Dinner is ready on the table, a delicious scent in the air. There are two glasses of wine on either side. You probably took an hour to cook it.

It’s cold. It’s been 5 and a half hours since you made it- the evening having turned to early, early morning. You were exhausted, but there was no way you were going to sleep without your husband.

Rain leaves tear tracks on your windows and you shudder as a clap of thunder makes you jump. The storm outside is really picking up and that gives you a little bit of hope. Maybe the weather is what’s keeping him so long.

You check your phone for what must have been the hundredth time this hour.

Staying late at practice, be home soon. <3

He’s stayed late at practice every day this week, despite you dropping hints that you’d like to see more of him. 

You’re not stupid. You know he’s probably cheating, but you hold on desperately to the fact that there’s no evidence. Whenever you try to talk to him about the time he spends with his fans, he tells you that you’re being jealous for no reason. Don’t you trust him? 

You married him knowing he had a large fanbase, and that many of the fans want to be with your husband despite him wearing that gold band on his finger. It never seemed like a problem. 

You look out the window and watch as lightning lights up the sky. The wind is blowing the trees sideways and, after another crack of lightning, followed closely by the clap of thunder, the power goes out.

Maybe he really is being held up by the storm. You start to picture his car in a ditch, skidded off the road from all the rain, or maybe totaled from a crash with another vehicle… What if he’s dying or dead and you’re here, betraying him by wondering if he’s been cheating.

Tears prick your eyes as true worry seeps through your concerns. If Oikawa died, you didn’t know what you’d do without him. 

Headlights shatter the darkness as a car drives down your street. You literally cross your fingers, begging whatever god will hear you that it’s your husband. Thankfully, the car rolls into your driveway and comes to a stop in front of your house.

You fling open the front door and run to the car. Oikawa leaves the front seat and holds out his arms wide for you to run into, a smile on his face. You’re so grateful that he’s home, that he’s alive and safe and well and-

When you ran into his arms, the wind was blowing towards you. On the wind, you can smell a strange perfume. Definitely not cologne- it’s flowery and expensive-smelling and it’s not yours.

You take a step back and look up at his face. His smile freezes at the sight of your blank face and slowly disappears as his own face goes pale. He knows that you know now, and it’s clear that he’s weighing his options.

You spin on your heels and storm into your home. Oikawa follows, still not saying a word. You grab the wine glass and throw it at him. He dodges it and it hits the wall, exploding into a shower of glass and red wine. There’s no doubts that you know and Oikawa goes straight into panic mode.

“Sweetie? Let’s talk about this!” Oikawa tries. You ignore him and head towards the bedroom and begin pulling your clothes out of the dresser and closet. Tears roll down your cheeks even as you remain silent.

He’s really starting to panic now, “It’s not what it seems, baby!”

A suitcase is pulled from the closet and slammed onto the bed, the clothes being the first objects to go inside. You’re doing your best to ignore him, but he’s not stopping.

“Baby, please, you’re the only one for me!” Oikawa’s practically begging you to respond, but you refuse and continue packing.

“It’s really not what you think,” Oikawa pleads. You pull your wedding ring from your finger and throw it at him with as much force as you can muster. That shuts him up- his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Oikawa chants, “You don’t mean it.”

You zip up the suitcase, finally finished packing. You’ll come back for the rest of your stuff, but for now, this is all you need.

“I love you,” Oikawa’s voice cracks, “I swear, she meant nothing. It was just a mistake- a stupid-”

“Then why do it?” you scream, “Why do it?”

His eyes widen at the volume and intensity of your voice, “It was a moment of weakness, I didn’t-”

“I don’t even care,” you laughed sardonically, “Fuck you.”

Oikawa follows you, pleading for your forgiveness, even as you close the car door in his face and drive away, leaving his soaked, pathetic form in your rearview mirror.

Your phone starts to receive notifications. Just a couple at first, then constant messages and calls. You turn it off completely and wipe your tears away so you can see where you’re driving. 

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I need you.

Please come back.

Where are you?

I know you’re seeing these messages. Please respond.

You stare blankly at your phone until your mother snatches it away, saying, “It’s not good to look at his messages, it’ll just make you feel worse.”

You nod in agreement. She’s right. She’s always been right: about Oikawa and his flirtatious nature. She’d never trusted him, but she has the decency not to remind you.

It’s not long until your mother goes back to bed- it’s the crack of dawn now. You hear a knock at the door and freeze. There’s a camera on her tablet that shows the front porch. Unsurprisingly, Oikawa is standing there, knocking insistently.

“Go away,” you say to the tablet, which plays the sound on the front porch. Oikawa jumps on camera, then turns to the doorbell camera and begins his speech.

“Tell me what to do, (Y/n), sweetie, I’ll do anything. Anything to get you back.”

“Cut off your dick,” you said coldly.

Oikawa chuckles, “You’re so silly. But honestly?” he moves closer to the camera, “I’d do it, if you’d come back to me… Please, just come outside so we can talk face-to-face.”

“No.”

“What do you want me to do?” he wails, tears forming in his eyes, “You want me to never talk to another girl again? I’ll do it. Quit volleyball? Kill her? I’ll fucking do it.”

A shiver runs down your spine. Is he serious?

“Get lost. I want nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Tell me in person, then. Not just over this stupid doorbell.”

Against your better judgement, you open the front door just a crack, “Go away.”

He’s sobbing now, wiping at the stream of tears and snot running down his face. His big brown eyes are glassy and his bottom lip can’t stop trembling. He looks pathetic and you hate that a part of you feels bad.

“I messed up,” Oikawa whimpers, “I know I messed up big time. But please- we can go to marriage counseling! I’ll never even look at another girl again. I’ll quit volleyball, just please…”

He lets out a sob that turns into a hiccup midway, “I- I love you!”

You step outside and put a hand on his shoulder, “Look, maybe we could-” You’re cut off as Oikawa slams a cloth over your mouth. You gasp in shock and immediately feel the effects of whatever drug he’s put on it.

“It’s okay, we’ll move past this together,” Oikawa says, still sniffling a little, “I’ll be the best husband ever from now on. Cross my heart and hope to die!”

[be-missed]

Find You Again

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Reuniting as stars, former high school sweethearts stage a fake relationship to boost their public image. Navigating the scripted romance, sparks fly. The big question: can this staged connection reignite their real love?

Warning: curse words, notify me if there are any. Credits to the owner for the picture that I used below the cut.

A/N: I'm so excited to write this, enjoy. New series for y'all.

Song: I Can See You // Taylor Swift

Masterlist

Chap 1

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Flashing lights are all that Y/N can see, facing all the cameras in different angles, her name being shout by different people, and different set of eyes are focused on her. Walking the red carpet was one of the things that Y/N enjoys when she is invited for an event like the MET Gala; the other things that she enjoys, well, the women who walks with their wonderful dresses. Men? Not really, but the press and the people doesn't need to know that.

"You are staring" a voice from behind her said—her publicist, Emilia notified her when she was staring far too long to the woman that was in front of her. Y/N just shrugs and shakes her head, waiting for her turn to be interviewed.

A few minutes have passed, she is now the next in line to be interviewed, "So Y/N, what a lovely fit you have. Can you tell us who you are wearing?" the interviewer asked, and Y/N answered, "I am so honored to be chosen as one of Givenchy's Ambassador for this event, honoring one of the most prominent person that anyone knows in fashion..."

Y/N's voice got buried with a loud screaming from the bottom of the stairs. Fortunately Y/N got to finish her answer before she looked down. Then there she was, looking like a doll, dress to kill, looks that can melt; Jenna Ortega was standing in the bottom of the stairs, posing for every camera that she caught.

A smile creeping in Y/N's mouth has been caught by the reporter and the camera, this gave the reporter a chance to segue a hot topic that you and Jenna dance around, answering yet not giving the exact information that the people want, "Looks like Jenna Ortega arrived in the house, there have been rumors going around for quite some time now, that the two of you have a history?" the reporter asked with a malice on his voice.

Y/N smiled and answered "Well, we were uhm, friends way before our careers, so yes, we did know each other and yes I can say that we have a great history, but there's no bad blood between us" and chuckles, that leads to the reporters new question "So, if that's what it is, is she the muse for the new single titled 'I Can See You' that you dropped a few weeks ago and will perform later?"

Y/N chuckles and rubs her chin, trying to think of a way to dodge the question, "I mean, Jenna is a wonderful woman, I can't deny that, WE can't deny that. But you know, where is the fun of writing songs if I'm just gonna admit who I'm writing for, right?" Y/N leaves with a wink to the camera and entering the venue.

"That was fucking close. What's with the media trying to come up with something between me and Jenna? It's been going on for months" Y/N whispered to Emilia, trying to find a champagne that she can drink. "There are photos that are circulating in the internet from when you were in High School with Jenna" her publicist answered.

This statement made Y/N look at her publicist with a questing look "Okay, now what? I mean what can they make out of the pictures? I'm pretty sure Jenna is denying it for sure" and got the chance to seat at their designated table. "Yeah, she's totally not denying it, the both of you kept on giving vague answers. But they are the media and your fans, connecting every song that you write and the events that happens to your life and Jenna's life," Emilia said with a knowing look and sipping a champagne.

"How? I mean, I kept on using a he/him pronouns on my song to lower the connection. Don't tell me they are that smart to know and connect things, don't you?" Y/N said to her publicist, looking so worried about the on-going rumor that can't seem to die.

On the other side of the venue, Jenna was taking a seat with Enrique trying to hide an annoyed look. "What's with the rumors and Y/N, they kept on reoccurring, why can't it die?" Jenna said trying to fidget with pearls that on her dress. "You know that the both of you aren't denying anything, right?" Enrique said to the girl.

Jenna then send Enrique a look that can kill and said "I am denying it, that's for sure. While HER, she keeps on dancing around it" Enrique then shakes his head "Oh no darling, you weren't denying it, the BOTH of you are dancing around it. Please don't deny it" then Jenna answered him so quick "I am denying it, I kept on saying no..."

Enrique just chuckles and said "See, the both of you aren't denying anything. You and Y/N always say that the both of you are 'good friends' and for the record, the both of you are always in the same event" and ended his sentence with a shrug trying to prove his point.

Jenna just rolled her eyes and tries to listen to whoever is speaking. While Y/N got called backstage to get ready to perform.

The host announced that Y/N was about to perform. Lights were dimmed and a shadow in the middle can be seen, the intro starts, and the crowd began to applaud and scream for Y/N's name.

Jenna noticed the intro and looked at Enrique and said "Really, she's gonna sing this? Out of all the songs?" and Enrique chuckled at the comment and replied "Well that's her new song, what can we do but to listen and enjoy, right?"

The performance ended with pyrotechnics in the stage and a wild crowd.

As the host again took over the stage, Jenna decided that she needed another drink, because what the fuck was that lyric, it just added gas to the burning fire, nice move, she thought in a sarcastic tone.

"One sour whiskey please" Jenna said to the bar tender, wanting to seat in the bar stool but sadly, her gown is restricting her. While she was waiting for her drink, whispers can be heard from behind her, not wanting to know the drama she still decided to maintain her focus on the bar.

"Nice dress you have there"

Once the voice registered, her eyes widen and her hand clenches into fist. Thinking if she ignores the voice, it will just go away, because if she faces the other girl tonight, she don't know if she will make a scene. But to no avail, the voice speak again, now beside her.

"I said you look good in your dress, Miss Ortega" Jenna heard, now feeling a smirk plastered on Y/N's face. With all her might Jenna faced the other girl with a tight smile, her hand clenched by her side and said "I heard you the first time, you know?" with an eyebrow raised, "Oh so you were just ignoring me then?" Y/N said now trying to make a sad face.

Jenna's jaw clenched, how can Y/N take this like a joke, "Yes you are right, I am ignoring you" focusing back on the bartender, "But I thought we were 'good friends', right" Y/N answered while trying to tease Jenna, "In case if you didn't notice, I say that for us to have neutral grounds, now can you please piss off?" Jenna answered and thought that it might be a little harsh but she really just want to be away from Y/N.

Before Y/N got to say something, the bartender gave Jenna her drink, and when she's ready to walk away, a photographer got in her way and said "Hey Y/N and Jenna, can you please pose so that I can take a shot"

Y/N greeted the photographer with a smile and accepted the request, she pulls Jenna near her, while Jenna tries to stay her ground, "Come girls closer" the photographer again said and Y/N thought, "This man surely knows how to stir the pot"

The both of them smiled for the camera, closer than they have been for 5 years. This was the first picture of them that they were this close to each other after their career boomed and well, after what they had.

"Thanks ladies, enjoy the night" the photographer said and left the duo. "Okay you can let go now" Jenna said, "For your information, I also don't like being linked to you, so I came here to clear things out, yeah?" Y/N said with a nod in her head.

That surprises Jenna "Okay, I get that, then go on and deny that we had a history" Jenna said challenging Y/N, "You first, you are always out doing interview, unlike me, I don't have any premiere shows or any other events like this" Y/N smirked.

It made Jenna's blood boil again, inhale and exhale, she reminded herself. She doesn't want to make a scene and be banned to this gala, this is her second time, she doesn't want it to be her last she thought.

Y/N walked away and left Jenna stunned with her drink on hand.

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After the MET Gala, of course there would be an after party, Jenna was invited to many but decided to go to the nearest one to her hotel.

Trying to fix her make-up inside the car that she is on, she hears Enrique say, "Okay, slow down with the drinks, we don't need you going around the place" with a knowing look, Jenna then replied "That was ONE time oh my god, please let that go" with an annoyed tone.

Her car stopped at the entrance, looking outside through her window she saw a dozen of paparazzi trying to get a picture of none other than Y/F/N Y/L/N.

"Fuck, no fucking way" Jenna said to Enrique, still looking at the window, "What? What's the problem?" Enrique asked her worriedly, "Y/N is here, I can't stand another minute of faking smiles with her, every time I see her I fell like my stomach churns and I want to vomit so bad. Enrique please, let's go to another party" Jenna pleaded that earned a shakes to Enrique's head.

"Nope, can't be, your manager chose this party so you can mingle with different artist. I can't say no to that, and you know it" Enrique stated with a stern look, not giving Jenna a chance to say another word.

With a grunt Jenna whispers to herself "Here goes nothing" and exits the car. Another set of cameras are now trying to capture Jenna and her outfit for the afterparty, looking at the entrance, she saw Y/N rolled her eyes, Jenna thought "The fucking nerve of this girl t roll her eyes"

Now that they are in the same vicinity again, the paparazzi wasted no time and asked for a picture of them together, which they don't say no, since they don't want to cause another issue.

Y/N greeted Jenna with an open arm and huge smile, when Jenna got situated next to Y/N, she heard the other girl say "Are you stalking me?" which made Jenna look at the girl, with the heels that she is wearing, she stepped on Y/N's toe that made Y/N jerked in pain, with a worried voice Jenna said "Are you okay?"

With that, the security ushered the cameras away and assisted the both of them inside.

"DO you really need to step on me?" Y/N said, "Oh, I didn't mean to, really" Jenna answered, voice filled with sarcasm. Y/N have a deadpan look not believing what Jenna said "Yeah? You sure there?" Y/N said challenging Jenna, and that made Jenna smile "Of course not, I would do it again and again."

With that, Jenna left Y/N speechless. Y/N thought to herself "Is she that fucking angry at me? What did I even do to her?" and proceeded to enter the party and mingle with other artists.

The party actually went well for the both of them, avoiding each other like a plague, Y/N performing in the party and joining the DJ in the booth while Jenna tries to expand her connections and tries to know new faces.

Another hour have passed and Y/N was now taking a break from all the mingling and faking smiles and went to the bathroom, as if like faith is trying to take the both of them as a joke, she saw Jenna bending over the sink.

"Are you fine?" voiced laced with worry as Y/N walked slowly towards Jenna, "Don't come near me" Jenna said head still hanging low. Y/N stopped in her track and said "You are tipsy... or like drunk? You need to go home."

The statement made Jenna look at Y/N and said "What now, you're my mom now?" Y/N just rolled her eyes knowing that it is impossible to argue with a drunk Jenna. Y/N fished out her phone and texted someone, "Come on, I'll bring you to your hotel, can you tell me where it is?" Y/N asked while staying on her track.

"No, I won't go with you, I don't want to go with you can't you see that? Leave me alone" Jenna said trying to fix her make-up in front of the mirror, "Why not? You clearly can't walk straight I bet" Y/N said and chuckled. Jenna hates it, she hates that Y/N is right, that is why she is in the corner holding herself through the sink and not moving an inch because she knows she'll stumble with her drunk state and her heels so high.

Y/N take Jenna's silence as a cue to go to the other girl and support her. Jenna then said "We can't be seen going home together, I don't wanna be seen with you" It made Y/N's heart ache, is she that fucking bad in Jenna's perspective to the point that she doesn't want to be seen with her? Y/N just swallowed down the pain that she feels.

"Yeah, I messaged Enrique, he will meet us at the entrance and I'll make sure to not be seen with you." with a heavy sigh, Y/N supported Jenna to walk out of the bathroom through the crowd of people inside the party and into the entrance.

"Jenna, Enrique said he'll meet us at the front" Y/N notified and it made Jenna shakes her head "No... Y/N Nooooo" Jenna whined, it made Y/N chuckle, if she can have Jenna like this every time, not wanting to cut her throat, or sending sarcastic comments, she would make Jenna drink alcohol for as long as she wants, but she knows she can't.

But like their situation right now, Enrique can't really enter so they need to meet him in front.

"Jenna, I'm very sorry but we really need to meet him in front" Y/N said and telling to the security that they will go out of the establishment, which the security ushered them to.

Flashes of light welcomed them to the outside world, not far enough Y/N saw Enrique waiting for Jenna. "Thanks, I'm really sorry I can't meet you inside" Enrique said which Y/N answered "It's okay, take care, I'll be back inside"

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"WE CAN SEE YOU: Jenna Ortega and Y/F/N Y/L/N seen going home together after the after party for the MET GALA"

Actress Jenna Ortega and Singer Y/F/N Y/L/N seen together leaving the after party hand in hand. But before this, they are also seen in the red carpet, fans capturing how the singer look at the actress. They have also been asked with questions pertaining to them being together but the both of them swam around the topic. Another photo of them was released mingling by the the bar inside the MET, having all smiles and flirting with each other.

Their fans have been speculating that they were together ever since High School and just kept it lowkey due to their reputation and their careers. The fans also tried to make sense of Y/N's released songs and connected it to the actress, which can somehow make sense, but we can't be for sure knowing that the singer also have a list of exes.

The fans and the media seemed to not disagree and hate their dynamic, instead they hope that what they speculate is real, knowing and seeing how beautiful they look together.

Stay tuned for the latest update towards our favorite couple, or may I say duo? Who knows, right?

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A/N: Hope you enjoy this new series, thoughts?

Chapter 2

[captainlunaxmen]

Panic 2.0

Chapter 1

Dodge Mason x fem!reader x Ray Hall

This is a rewriting of my old series on @lunamadhatter99, I decided to rewrite it because the series wasn't completed, and I didn't like it that much anymore.

Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in the next chapters.❤️❤️❤️

Chapter summary: graduation day!

Chapter warnings: none.

Tag list.

@stuckinthesmalldoor @once-upon-an-imagine

@idontevenknow1359

Relief is all I feel right now in the auditorium, waiting for Graduation to begin. I patiently sit with the other students waiting for my name yo be called, next to me my closest friends: Natalie, Heather and Bishop. I look behind me, a few rows behind I spot the new guy, Dodge Mason. I gently smile at him and he smiles back, we bonded a lot since he arrived last year, which is something that makes me proud, since he's not known for being the most open person here.

Graduation is the first step out of here, out of Carp, Texas, which all of us call the capital of Nothing.

The second step would be the local summer game: Panic. It's easy to explain Panic: you play and if you win, you're out of here. What's the catch? It's in the name, Panic, the challenges aren't exactly children friendly.

And, funny enough, the game has one simple rule: do not panic.

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"Is your aunt coming?" Heather asks me as we walk out of the building. Natalie and Bishop being congratulated by their families.

"Nah... I didn't even get a text, I don't think she will show up." I shrug, "what about your mother?"

Right before she could answer a sweet little voice calls Heather's name.

"They're here." She smiles, almost apologetically to which I respond with a reassuring smile.

"Guess I'll see you tonight." I chuckle.

"You don't have much of a choice." She laughs walking off.

I dare to take a look around for my aunt, but as expected, no one in sight.

"Congratulations, Y/n." I turn around seeing Natalie with his father walking to get their picture taken.

"Thank you, officer!" I wave at him and Natalie and start to walk off too.

I take just a few steps before another voice calls for me.

"Y/n!"

I turn around once again, watching Jessica, Dodge's mother, walking towards me with Dodge next to her.

"Hi, Jessica." I smile, warmly at her.

"Congratulations, sweetheart." She hugs me tightly once sheclose enough, Dodge sends me and apologetic yet amused smile.

"Thank you." I say pulling away, "so nice to be finally done." I laugh.

"I bet." She smiles brightly, I notice her looking around.

"She won't be here." I casually say, Jessica looks at me, sorry.

"Do you need a ride home?" Dodge cuts in, sensing the beginning of embarrassment.

"Oh... no, no, I'm good." I quickly say.

He looks at me unconvinced, then hums.

"We'll give you a ride. C'mon." He motion on and starts to walk without waiting for my answer. Jessica smiles proudly and walk away as well, so I have no other choice but to accept and follow them.

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"I think I already know the answer but... Will I see you at tonight's party?" I ask, as I step out of Dodge's car.

"You definitely know the answer." He smile at me and I sigh, nodding defeated.

"You're lucky I'm not like Natalie, or you wouldn't hear the end of it." I say.

"I tried to make him change his mind, but he's stubborn." Jessica chimes in from the driver seat.

"Yeah, it's one of the first things I learned about him." I laugh, "but I can't say he's wrong. I'm not a party person myself."

"You're young, enjoy these years, trust me." She tells us, using a sweet and motherly tone.

"We do enjoy them differently." Dodge replies smugly.

"I agree" I support him and Jessica just rolls her eyes with a smile, "I'll see you tomorrow at work then."

"Of course." He smiles.

"Be careful tonight, sweetheart."

"Drive safe!" I say walking to my house.

Well, my aunt's house, but since she's never here, it might as well be mine.

My phone rings once I change into something more comfortable.

Natalie, of course.

"Yes" I greet with a laugh, "I promised, I know."

"Oh good, you're making my job easier." She cheerfully replies. "I'll get there around 8? Does it work for you?"

"I don't have much of a choice so... yeah." I laugh.

"Wear something cute. We have to celebrate! Wear that cute dress you wore at my birthday party." She suggests at the end.

"Do you want to control what I wear now?" I scoff out a laugh.

"You're just so cute in that! C'mon!" She insists, "I'm making my puppy eyes."

"That doesn't work if I can't see you, you know that, right?"

"But you know what I look like." She sings trying to get me to agree.

"Fine.." I sigh, deeply, letting out a laugh too, "fine, I'll wear that stupid dress."

"Hey! It's not stupid! It's cute!" She scolds me jokingly. "I'll see you tonight, bye!"

"Bye!" I say having up the phone and heading ot my wardrobe to take out the short dress Natalie referred to.

To pass the time I'll clean around for a while, just to keep my mind busy. If I start to think, I'll end up thinking about Panic and I really don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to risk thinking too much and then back down. I'm taking the risk this time and I'm determined to win.

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We arrive at the already started party, Natalie parts from us to go greet some friends of hers, while I go find Heather and Bishop.

I spot them near the fire, drinks in hand already so I make my way to them.

"Hey." I say taking a set next to Heather.

"Hey Y/n. You came!" Bishop cheers, surprised.

"Natalie forced her to promise she would be here." Heather explained, simply.

"Exactly. Can't break a promise." I sigh, but glad I spend time with them.

"We're happy you're here." Bishop nod towards me, "you're just in time, we were-"

Ray's loud voice interrupts him mid-sentence.

"Oh god.." I sigh, Heather pats my arm comfortingly.

Ray gets close enough to shove the cup against Bishop.

"Final collection." He, basically, demands.

"School's out, okay? I'm not even playing." Bishop replies, raising both hands up.

"Think of it as an insurance." Ray says bending over to get on Bishop's eye level, "it's gonna be one he'll of a summer."

"C'mon, man, I'm not gonna play." Bishop tries once again, with a nervous laugh.

Suddenly Ray grabs his arm, it looks painful from Bishop's expression.

"We're all playing, one way or another," Ray says, not letting Bishop go.

Heather looks at me, pleading, and I sigh.

"Ray, leave him alone." I warn.

He turn his attention to me, looking me up and down until a smirk appears on his face.

"Well, well, well... did you dolled up for me?" He asks.

"No." I answer.

"Are you sure, baby? You know I love you in that dress..." he says, staring at my legs.

"You say that about everything..." I say annoyed.

"That's because you are my favourite." He winks and gets closer.

"Could you leave us?" I ask.

"Mmh?" He hums, then bends over, the cup rests quietly on the ground, he then puts his hands on both armchair, caging me.

"Listen, I know you have some trouble understanding human language, but this is pretty basic." I say and his smirk only grows.

"You can lie to yourself, but not to me. We both know the truth." He says and I catch him looking down at my lips.

"If it helps you sleep at night." I turn my head to find some support in my friends, but they only loom unsure of what to do.

"I do think of you at night, actually, if that's what you're wondering, but I don't... sleep exactly." He leans closer.

"You're disgusting." I push him away.

"Took you long enough to push me away." He winks again, "see you soon, baby."

And with that Ray finally walks away with his cup.

"Prick." I mutter out, takingn a sip of my drink.

"Hey," Heather calls for us, "a toast. To global amnesia."

I nod, grateful, at her and raise my cup.

"Nah..." Bishop says, "selective. There's a few things I want to remember."

I notice Heather and Bishop looking at each other, something passing through their mind and I would swear There's something going on between these two.

As we toast, Natalie finally joins us.

"Hey, what did I miss?" She asks.

"We were toasting to a future free of Ray." I answer her.

"And who will you angry flirt with?" She teases.

"Uh?"

"That guy sucks." Bishop intervenes, to which I nod.

That's how the evening goes, we talk, remembering the good old days, while Bishop and Heather also try to talk me and Natalie out of playing Panic... no success on their part.

"Let's go dance!" Natalie exclaims, to change subject. She grabs Heather's arm and goes to grab mine too, but I manage to avoid it.

"I'll sit this one out." I say, I notice Natalie's stare, "I never promised I would dance."

She scoff and grabs Bishop, who gives me a helpless look and I just shrug waving at him.

I decide to just stay seated and enjoy my beer and my peace.

"Waiting for me?" Ray's infamous voice makes me groan annoyed.

"Obviously not. Now if you don't mind leaving me alone." I say, not looking up at him.

"I do mind. Especially when you play hard to get, you know how much I love it." He replies, sitting down and dragging the seat right next to me.

"I'm not playing anything. I simply don't like you." I tell him and he leans closer to me.

"Yeah... sure." He softly says, looking down at my lips.

"It's not gonna happen again." I warn.

"Let's bet, then."

"Uh?" I can't deny I'm intrigued.

"I know, you like challenges, so let's bet." He says, confidently looking into my eyes.

"Bet what?" I ask, pretending not to be interested, but his smirk only shows me he see right through it.

"If I win Panic, you'll be mine." He says, looking at my lips again, biting his own.

"Yeah, sure." I laugh at that, taking a sip from my beer.

"Too scared?" He teases.

"No." I, too quickly, answer.

"C'mon," he whispers, "you're sure I'm not gonna win, right?"

"What I get if I win, uh?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"I'll leave you alone. Even though we both now you don't actually want that." He winks and stands up.

I consider him for a moment before nodding my head, standing too.

"Fine." I say.

He takes my beer and take a sip from it.

"Deal." he holds out his hands waiting for me to shake it.

"Deal." I sigh, taking his hand to shake it.

He hold my hand for a moment before he pulls me to him so he can whisper into my ear.

"Can't wait, baby." He leaves a peck on my ear and I quickly move away from him.

He smirks and starts to walk back, my beer in hand, before nodding his head and fully turning to walk away.

"Shit." I sigh.

I go look for Natalie and tell her I'm about to get going, since I have work tomorrow.

She tries his best to keep me here and celebrate, with Heather and Bishop's help, but I did my part and it's time for me to go and get some rest.

They reluctantly let me go, Natalie offers to take me home, and since it's already too dark I accept.

I can't wait to lay down on my bed, hopefully forgetting about the bet for a while.

[raineandsky]

#127

The lock on the door is an easy pick, and with one final touch the door clicks open and allows the villain inside.

Now, the villain is usually well above petty crime. He’s done his fair share of thieving. He’s pick-pocketed, he’s robbed, and yeah, sure, he’s broken into places here and there. But his life is actually fun now, thanks to a villainous promotion and some less of the dirty work, and so stealing ended up rather low on his list of fun weekend activities.

It’s not a weekend, though, and it sure as hell isn’t fun either. This is business, and goddamn if the villain isn’t a professional.

He glances at the screen of the phone in his hand, checking and rechecking the picture he took of the supervillain’s instructions. If only the supervillain wasn’t trained to be a doctor, his handwriting might be somewhat legible. He is though, unfortunately, and the villain is wishing he’d just typed up the words when he had the time before.

I’ve had a ‘tip’ on [Hero]’s address. The villain can just about make the words out. It’s like a word puzzle, which he is notoriously bad at already. I have reason to believe she’s got some important documents in there. Infiltrate, find her stash of secrets, and bring it in.

Easy enough. The fun part of stealing was usually finding the most expensive object, though, and the villain has an inkling that some paperwork won’t exactly make him a millionaire. He tucks the phone into his pocket, taking a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness before shutting the door behind him and exploring.

He finds a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, the fridge, ooh she has good taste. The villain plucks a punnet of grapes from the fridge and tosses one into his mouth. The supervillain has him on late nights—he doesn’t have time for dinner at the moment. The hero will have to survive without her grapes.

The office feels like stumbling across a mine of incredibly boring, inexpensive gold. The villain takes to rooting through the piles of papers mounting on the desk. All plain, civilian problems—bills, taxes, a newsletter from the mayor. Nothing exactly incriminating.

“What are you doing in my house?”

Who the hell is awake at three in the morning? The villain wasn’t that loud coming in. He turns dramatically, expecting to make his first introduction to the hero, but he isn’t faced with the hero. He isn’t faced with a hero at all.

An old lady is standing in the doorway, her glasses perched wonkily on her nose and a baseball bat in her hands. The bat is kind of menacing, at first, but then she has to awkwardly adjust her glasses and the illusion is gone.

The villain’s mind is short-circuiting. That’s not a goddamn hero. What the hell has the superhero gotten him into? What the hell is he meant to do with a bat-wielding civilian?

“You’re deaf as well as unlawful,” she adds drily.

“No, no.” The villain's cool demeanour is slipping too fast. “No, I can hear just fine, thank you.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?”

The bat taps pointedly against the woman’s palm. She’d probably injure herself trying to swing it at him. That thought alone is vaguely comforting. Only vaguely, though—she’s still wielding a baseball bat.

“What are you doing in my house?”

“I am here,” the villain starts slowly, “to rob you blind.”

He doesn’t know what else to say. He didn’t expect to run into anyone, much less a civilian, much much less a little old lady. He’s running on a bank of prewritten sentences he used in his thieving days, and for some reason the least helpful one is the one that wants to be said.

The woman’s face scrunches up in an emotion the villain can’t read. At first he thinks it might be distress, or perhaps fear, but then she raises the bat and he realises that, oh, no, that’s actually unbridled rage.

She brings it down in an arc and the villain just about dodges to the side. She doesn’t seem to mind the fact the bat absolutely annihilates her desk in his stead. Jesus Christ, is that thing made of steel?

He may be a villain, and villainy may require a certain amount of balls, but this is where he draws the line. The old lady swings again, crashing into the glass cabinet a hair’s width away from the villain’s face, and he decides that no, he’s not dealing with this shit tonight.

He scrambles for the window, throwing himself out onto the fire escape stairs with his new nemesis in tow. She makes one last swipe at him as he takes the stairs down two at a time.

“I’ll bash your head in next time!” she shrieks after him.

It’s only when the villain is safely on the other side of the building that he slows down. He pulls his phone out, sucking in a deep breath, and unlocks it to look at the superhero’s note again. Really scrutinises it. Then it clicks. He sees the problem.

That’s not a 6. It’s an 8. He was on the wrong goddamn floor.

He stares blankly at the screen for a moment. He’s too old to be putting up with this shit.

He shoves his phone back in his pocket, heaves a age-old sigh, and lets himself back into the building for round two.

[sillymicox3]

The Savannah Kids Headcanons (Mostly stupid or smth)

-It would be a funny thing if Aiden were to drive a car the others would be scared to death because of Aiden's recklessness.

-At some point Logan and Ash are comfortable with each other that Logan can freely go in Ash's house. Mike and Emma don't mind it and they welcome him like he's also their child.

-Whenever there's thunderstorms Ashlyn would be under her blankets with her noise cancelling headphones on and would say to herself "I'm a teenager, I'm not a child so I'm not going to my parents" only to find herself cuddled up to her parents 1 minute later.

-Speaking of thunderstorms the twins also can't handle them and would go to their mother.

-Whenever Logan wants to visit Ash at midnight he would text her and the first thing he says is 'knock knock I know you're in there come out now'. At some times Ashlyn would mistaken him as a hacker that knows her address so now she has a bat on her side of the bed and would carry it when Logan messages her. (Sometimes would hit Logan, but Logan would dodge it because it's becoming a routine)

-When Tyler and Ashlyn get mad at each other the others form a circle around them and bet who's going to win the battle.

-Ashlyn and Logan once found a dog. Whenever Aiden tries to recklessly play with it Ashlyn beats the shit out of him mentally. Logan tries to set it free because it kept on shitting.

-Speaking of dogs since Logan keeps on forcing Ash to watch horror movies, as a payback she let's loose a random stray dog in Logan's room and the dog ended up shitting next to Logan.

-Ashlyn has a soft spot for dogs. Whenever she's infuriated at Aiden he would pull out a random picture of a puppy and she would go "aww". It's Aiden's only chance of living.

-When Aiden plays monopoly he would laugh like a mad man every time he does something. He also used the money as a fan to give "rich kid vibes".

-They share the same playlist. Aiden would add questionable songs and Taylor or Tyler would be the ones to remove them to save the other's innocence (if they have one).

-When Tyler's angry as fuck he would use a nearby object no matter how heavy it is as a weapon and would throw it at someone. If he can't, he'll destroy it. If he can't then he'll use his shoe (inspired by a fellow classmate of mine)

-As a child when Aiden was home alone he would jump down the stairs to feel adrenaline and when he broke one of his ankles he would walk it off (based on a true story of mine ig)

-When the gang was hanging out in Ash's house Ashlyn once let out a loud, blood curling, ear piercing scream. Only because there was a snake in the kitchen.

-Ben and Taylor are scared of My Little Pony because Aiden showed them those MLP infected slideshows on tiktok.

-When Tyler first played baseball he accidentally threw the bat when he tried to hit the ball and the ball ended up hitting his nose.

Yeah that's all ig. They're pretty stupid and inaccurate.

[taesanstrustfund]

Girl Next Door [h.taesan] p.2

Synopsis: A new girl moves into the neighborhood and it just so happens to be the house right next to han dongmin’s. He has no interest in the stranger, but she has interest in him. Its spring break for senior year and this would be the perfect time for Dongmin to work on his self-projects, but it looks like he works on self-discovery through the rest of the school year and summer instead. With both Teens working through life, broken family dynamics, and future dreams, they end up making summer more than what it should have been before college.

[ before college au!!, non-idol au!!, fluff, coming-of-age taesan, angst ]

Warnings: broken family, cursing, mentions loss of siblings, absent parents, smoking, drinking! (i’ll put the specific warning before the chapter!!)

AN: when I make more chapters I’ll make a master list! Don’t worry about drag chapters, I like make sure the characters are the main point of the story, so I will jump a bit in the future! Just be aware. Thank you for reading, you are all so cool!

Chapter two. [y/n]

Just as I expected…

His room is so sad and boyish. The greyish blue walls are barely covered with pictures or posters. He’s got shelves, but they barely hold a handful of things. His room is vast, though, compared to mine. I’m a bit jealous.

Was it stupid to go through his window? Absolutely. Would I do it again? I will, most likely tomorrow. It’s not like this friendship will blossom into anything crazy.

I’ll be lucky if we hang out before my mom decides to move again. She is always running from the past while I’m tripping on the now, trying to keep up while still enjoying my youth.

We’ve moved seven times in the last five years. It’s not that the places we stayed at were bad or that we couldn’t afford them; it’s more that my mom can never settle. She’s never comfortable with anything anymore.

After my dad left the family, she’s been a mess. He left when I was eight, and it’s been 10 years since I’ve seen or heard from him. He’s made no effort to contact me unless my mom hides it. My mom always drinks and cries about it. She never thoroughly explained what happened, but just repeated that she didn’t hate him; she just wished he could have taken her with him.

I’ve tried asking why he left, but she shakes her head and dodges the question with a sour look before closing herself off for a few days. I’ve learned to stop asking and just started making things up.

Maybe he left for another woman. When I bring him up, she winces at the image of starting a family and living happily with them.

Maybe he passed away, or he followed the wrong crowd?

Maybe he’s just living a completely different life, and I have no idea.

Maybe he’s an alien.

Whatever it is, I want to find out. But I also don’t because I can’t be mad at a man I don’t know. And my mom has never said anything bad about him, at least not in front of me. She gets upset, cries, and tells me he was a good man and she’s still proud of him.

The only thing I can remember about him was the key tattooed on his wrist, covered in ivy, to match the lock with flowers my mom has on her wrist.

I remember him being good at cheering me up. Making up stories and reading me his creations and what he jots down.

Maybe he’s a writer. Ghost writer? I’m not sure. But he had a talent for making my mom laugh. I can’t do the same, but I try my best. I know she sees him in me and tries hard not to resent me.

I lay on my bare floor, boxes surrounding me in my new room. The walls are still ugly, plain white, echoing my breathing. It is painfully quiet.

My phone dings, and I sit up to check the notification. I make sure it’s not my mom, drunk and upset again by the new empty house, reflecting how she feels.

(Xxx-xxx-xxxx)

“Never crawl through my window again.”

I read the text from the random number and smile, turning on my stomach to type out my message.

“Sorry, not sorry. You’re room is boring.”

“It’s my room.”

“It’s still boring.”

“Ok.”

Man, that's a Tough crowd.

“So Dongmin, tell me about yourself.”

“I’m good.”

“Nonchalant.”

“Just don’t have an interest in starting anything with you.”

“And yet you texted.”

The message bubble popped up before he left me on read for a few minutes.

“Bye.”

“Don’t say bye if you’ll be back around. Goodnight. .”

I turn my phone off, letting my face sink in the tingling feeling of the commercial carpet that needs to be replaced. It’s rough like gravel, almost grainy, but I don’t feel like moving from my position, letting the carpet mark my face with an abstract pattern.

I should change these out. My mom swears this is the last time we move houses or towns. How much of myself can I put into this room, this house, before I have it taken from me, too?

I lift my face from the carpet, taking a deep breath of cleaner air than the old dirt floor I inhaled. I turn on my phone and search for paint places around the area.

I want to trust my mom's word, so I'm setting my room up the way I've always wanted it, adding pieces of me to it so I can make it feel like home—finally have some place to call home.

I found the perfect shade of yellow, which I’ve always loved. I can finally buy posters of everything I like and put them on my walls and my door. I’ve always wanted to print out photos of characters. I enjoy filling the almost lonely feeling of not having a structure to lean on.

I hate nighttime. All I do is think. There is no sun, no light; it's all dark and quiet, and I hate dark and silent. I think too much for my own good and try not to upset myself, but I can't help the thought of wanting to be secure in one place. Find friends and experience things like high school instead of homeschool.

I want friends.

I want someone to want my company.

The boy next door, Dongmin. I want you to be my friend.

———————

The unfamiliar smell of bacon in the morning leads me downstairs to the kitchen. My mom has her hippy pants on, her hair up in a bun, and an old t-shirt I’ve seen her wear almost my entire life. 

“Mornin’,” she smiles as she peeks behind her when she hears my footsteps. 

“Cooking already? I thought you hated making breakfast,” I joked as I sat at the table littered with books and papers from the movie, along with my mom's work. 

“I thought I might try it since this is our place now. New house, new me.” I almost choked with laughter.

“You’ve said that too many times now; at least make it believable,” she scoffed, but she smiled afterward.

“I'm serious. I like this town; I heard the neighborhood is quiet, and I can finally work peacefully. There are all kinds of things you can go and do around here, about a 40-minute drive to the beach if you wanna go, no kids to worry about-” 

“There’s a boy next door.” I cut her rambles off.

“Oh?...” she slows her talking speed and lets silence fall only for a few seconds.

“Do you like him?” she teases me. I knew she would ask this; she always does when I make friends with guys.

“he’s a bit grumpy for someone who looks my age.”

“You should be his friend. Mrs.Chen didn’t call you ‘Yue’ for nothing.”

Mrs.Chen was our neighbor about three houses ago. She loved me for some reason, always bringing me candy, sweets, and food while I worked on school. My mom sent me to her place when she was having a rough night. She was a fantastic lady, the closest thing I had to family besides my mom.

She bought groceries for me when I was at her house, drinks I liked, and snacks I enjoyed. She almost took me in as her own when my mom couldn’t be my mom sometimes because she was too sad. 

I would help her clean her house and get all the high places, decorate for Chinese New Year, and even give me a red and bao during events she hosted or Chinese New Year. 

She was old and couldn’t do much by herself. I always told her to sit down and relax, and I’d take care of it.

She would say that she'd never seen me upset, even when I didn't have the best conditions for a kid growing up. No, dad, my mom is hurt, I’m moving constantly, and I don't have any structure. She started calling me “Yue,” which means “pleased.” 

The more I was around her, the more I picked up on the names she would call me. It was always “yue” but when she would catch me being hyper she’d call me softly saying “xǐyuè.” which means “happy” or “joyful” but other times when she saw me brushing off behavior from others, or even saw me keep a smile on my face while telling her about my worries, she’d say im stubborn and call me “qǔ yuè” which means “to try to please.” she would see straight through me. 

When we moved, she was the hardest goodbye.

“I hope she's okay. She can’t do all that stuff by herself.” My voice is quiet as I think about her. 

My mom doesn’t say much, I think, to keep me happy. I prefer it that way. After we moved, I was angry with my mom for the first time. I didn't want to call Mrs.Chen my friend, because she was closer to me than that. She was more like my grandmother. 

I still remember her face lighting up when she heard me greet her by Nǎinai.

“Finish getting dressed. We have a lot of unpacking to do today.” She turns and shoots me a quick, apologetic smile before putting her focus back on the stove. 

I give half of a smile before moving from the chair and heading back upstairs to my room. 

I’ve lived in apartments and duplexes, but we’ve never had a house fully to ourselves. It feels so big, and I don’t know how we will have things to fill it up. You need a whole family for that, right? 

I throw on my jorts and a graphic tee shirt of ponyo. It's been one of my favorite Studio Ghibli films since childhood. Some of my favorite chunky sneakers while my socks that peak out are mismatched. 

I’m about to head out the room when I see Dong Min through my window. He’s shutting and locking his window. I reach for my phone and text him. 

“You shut your window?”

“Don’t want people crawling through it.” 

Oh, he wants me so bad. I made myself giggle and decided to text an invite to help with the house. 

“Wanna help paint my room today?”

“Busy.”

I roll my eyes and huff. 

“Grumpy.” 

“U sound like my mom.” 

“Let’s be friends.”

“No.”

“Please”

“No”

“If you leave your window open, I’ll take it as an invite to bother you.”

“Good to know that you’re aware you’re bothering me.” 

“Open window = invite. Remember that. I’m going to get paint now. You should come with” 

“No”

“Worth a shot. K baiii!!! ^u^”

————

Who would have thought that picking out paint would be so much fun? I collected a handful of paint color sample papers, just because. 

The town is really pretty. In a couple of weeks, a fairground will open during the weekends. I’m hoping that by the time it opens, I’ll finally have Dong Min warm up to me. 

I don’t have a hard time making friends; it’s just keeping them when I can only talk to them through the phone, that’s the hard part. Quality time together is essential to me since I never seem to get it with anyone. 

I will admit, I’ve never had a problem with people warming up to me super fast or right off the bat, wanting to be friends. But Dong-Min, something is off about him. Not in a bad way, but he seems…heavy? He doesn’t act like a kid, I guess. He seems more mature. Not that it’s a bad thing, but adult stress on a kid is probably the worst burden mentally. 

As I get home and carry the paint cans up the stairs, I hear my mom's Green Day blasting from her Bluetooth speaker. 

I can feel the handle creating a temporary molding in my hand as I near the top. I set the cans down on the floor before pushing them with my feet while wiping my hands off my pants. 

Moving everything is going to take a lot of work. My mom and I had some moving guys take the heavy stuff upstairs before we got to the house and unloaded our truck. 

I decided to give it one last try. 

“Man, these boxes are reaaaaaallllyyy hard to move. If only there were a nonchalant neighbor who doesn’t want to be friends, could come over and help me move them.” 

I hit send and sat on the floor, scrolling through my music app before returning to my favorite band, 'The Band Camino.' 

I move some more minor things to the center of the room and try not to get distracted by the trinkets I have stored away. 

The mirror leaning in the corner of my room is watching my half performance during my songs before I hear my mom call for me. 

Opening my bedroom door, I’m greeted by a wanted familiar face. 

“I’ll help you move your stuff, and that’s it.” 

Dongmin stands in my doorway, wearing flannel over a plain white tee and washed-out jeans. His hands are hidden in his front pocket as he looks seriously at me. 

“I felt your aura before I opened the door.” 

He furrows his brows, not a twitch from his mouth that seems stuck in a constant frown. 

“Okay.” Jesus Christ, does this guy ever carry a conversation? 

He walks into the room, angling his body so he doesn’t get closer to me than needed. Hurtful. He looks around and sees the bedding against the wall, the boxes stacked, and me standing staring at him. 

“I’m painting my room.” 

“Figured.” 

“Wanna help?” 

“Busy” 

“I’ll buy us pizza.” 

“I already said I’m busy.” 

I shrugged and turned my speaker up more while listening to “See You Later” by the band Camino. I was moving boxes so my mattress could sit on the floor. 

Dongmin moved my bookshelves away from the wall and moved pieces of my metal bed frame around. 

Afraid of the dark comes up on shuffle, and I get distracted. Singing along while dancing around. 

“Hey!” I turned around and saw him standing by the bed frame. I got the memo and walked over to help him pick it up and move it. We took it out into the hallway and lean it against the wall. 

Moving all the boxes and furniture only took about 20 minutes, but it’s killing me that not a single conversation was held. 

“Thank you; you’re totally awesome,” I say, smiling while panting. Physical activity, especially lifting, was not my strongest attribute. 

“I’m heading home now.” 

“Wait! Do you want pizza? I can pay. We can get whatever you want on it. No judgment.” I hold my hands up to surrender to the unknown fact that I’m a picky eater, but I’m willing to compromise my safety toppings. 

“No thanks. I only came over cause my mom said to help.”

“You told your mom about me already? Jeez, okay.” I cheese with a stupid pose, hoping to get something out of him. 

“No. I told her there were new neighbors.”

“Oh, I think I saw her carrying two little kids-“

“She’s not my mom.” Oh? Stepmom? 

“Step mom?” 

“Barely.” 

“Gotcha,” I pursed my lips, feeling like I had touched on a sensitive topic. The silence was a bit deafening for me, hearing my playlist hit its end and my music shut off. 

“Well, let me at least have a way to thank you for helping.” 

“No breaking my room.” 

“But we already made the rule of the window open = invitation.”

“You came up with that.”

“You agreed!”

“I didn’t respond to that part.”

“So it's not a no.” I smile a little, waiting for my answer. 

 “I'm not liable for any injuries you get from climbing between houses.” He gives a slow blink, keeping the same straight face. I don't think he ever smiles. 

“Deal!” I shove my hand towards him to shake on it. 

He looks at my hand and back at me, giving me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes a bit and grab his hand, shaking it. His hands are bigger than mine, which I expected. But they are softer than I thought they’d be. 

“Your hands are soft. What lotion do you use?” 

He walks out of the room. I follow him just to the doorway and yell over my mom's music.

“Next time, use the window! You’ll feel so much cooler!”

“No next time!” he gets to the bottom of the steps and walks to the front door before opening it and returning to his house.

[taehyunsloves]

╰┈➤ ❝ Omega for hire - Part 2 ❞

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Choi Yeonjun

Rating: nsfw 🔞

Wc: 4.2k

Contains/tags: alpha/beta/omega, abo, omega Choi Yeonjun, alpha Choi soobin, age gap, boypussy Choi yeonjun, soobin is daddy, pregnancy

Summary: Soobin’s gaze flickers back and forth between them, his anger escalating as he notices the pregnancy test lying between them. Something inside him snaps. “You little fucker!” Soobin shouts, punching Taehyun against the table. “It’s not what it looks like. We’re just friends. JUST FRIENDS, okay?” Taehyun tries to calm him down, but it’s clear that Soobin isn’t listening. “So, you’re fucking him, huh? He’s MINE.”

Note: This is part 2 of „Omega for hire“ which was originally planned as one shot. I decided to write another part because many of you requested one. This time I tried something different in style. Hope you like it.

Song: You belong to me - Ari Abdul

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It’s Wednesday evening. Yeonjun’s shift has just ended after a long day of — finally — doing some real barista work. Not just cleaning and all that shit. His colleagues had taught him different ways to make coffee and even showed him how to create latte art. Overall, it had been a great shift.

The evening, however, would have been even better if Soobin had shown up after work, just like he’d promised. It’s a lie when Yeonjun says he isn’t disappointed.

Something had changed in him since that night in Soobin’s apartment — an encounter that had been… intense, to say the least. It hadn’t felt like it was just about sex; there was something deeper there, something that stirred inside him. His inner wolf definitely felt it.

But it wasn’t just the wolf. Yeonjun felt it in his heart, too — without the primal urge telling him he needed an alpha to feel complete. It wasn’t about just any alpha. That was the point. His wolf and his heart agreed: it had to be Soobin. Only Soobin.

Yeonjun’s mind was full of that tall man — who, by the way, happened to be his boss. Even in his sleep, Soobin appeared to him as his savior, the one who cared for him in every possible way — quite literally.

Today, Soobin had promised to take care of him again.

Yeonjun had made sure to look extra pretty before heading to work. He put on a bit of makeup and blush, choosing to wear white jeans and his favorite pinkish-white knit sweater. He knew he looked cute. Usually, he wasn’t the type to take many pictures of himself, but today he felt so pretty he couldn’t resist. He snapped a few mirror selfies — and maybe… pouted a little too much. I look like a duck, he thought, amused, as he slid his phone back into his pocket and left the apartment.

The wind is blowing as Yeonjun makes his way to the café. He hears the soft clinking sound of Easter decorations on every house he passes. Easter is next weekend, and his neighbors have gone all out, decorating their yards with colorful Easter eggs and bunny figurines. They look cute, but the wind is making the eggs fly away. It feels almost like he’s in a dodging simulator, but instead of obstacles, he’s avoiding Easter eggs. A blue one nearly hits his left butt cheek.

Arriving at Eclipse, Beomgyu — his friend and colleague — greets him with a grin.

“I’ve got something for you, Yeonjunnie!” Beomgyu reveals what’s been hidden behind his back, smiling mischievously.

White bunny ears and a matching tail.

“You’re joking, right?” Yeonjun asks, disbelief written all over his face.

Beomgyu shakes his head with a laugh. “It’s mandatory for Easter. Trust me, you’ll look cute. The girls will love it!”

Yeonjun sighs, feeling like he’s stuck in some bizarre dream.

Beomgyu takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “…or more like… our boss.” He winks, hands the ears and tail to a stunned Yeonjun, then walks off, giggling.

There’s no way he just said that.

Throughout the day, Yeonjun gets plenty of compliments for his cute look. A sweet old lady gives him a generous tip, and someone even slips him their KakaoTalk ID. Of course, he’s not about to text that guy! He was just playing along for the tip — which, by the way, was pretty damn good.

But despite these small moments, his mind keeps drifting back to Soobin. Just Soobin, Soobin, Soobin. What will tonight bring? The anticipation is thrilling.

His thoughts are interrupted when someone tugs at the tail on his jeans. Ready for Beomgyu’s teasing grin, Yeonjun turns around.

“Taehyunnie?!” Yeonjun exclaims, surprised, and pulls his old friend into a hug.

Taehyun is someone Yeonjun has known since elementary school. They did their bachelor’s degrees in music together, but while Taehyun pursued a career as a musician, Yeonjun decided to go in a different direction. That’s why he ended up in Busan. Just floating through life, no clear plan in sight.

“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Seoul, holed up in your little cabin, recording songs?”

“I’m on Easter break and thought I’d surprise an old friend,” Taehyun says, eyes sparkling as he takes a seat at the counter. “Happy to see you.”

“So, Hyung… how’s life treating you?”

Yeonjun walks over to prepare a drink for his friend, trying to keep the conversation light. “Same old, same old. I’m still the same, still Choi Yeonjun. What about you? Has it really been over a year already?” He sets Taehyun’s drink down. The café is nearly empty, so they’ve got time to catch up.

“Work’s going great. The company loves my songs and my writing. I’m ghostwriting a lot for other artists right now. Feels like I’m exactly where I should be,” Taehyun says with a genuine smile. Yeonjun can feel the happiness radiating off him. “Also… there’s someone.” Taehyun adds, suddenly shy.

“Huh? No way, cute Taehyunie is getting laid more than me?” Yeonjun jokes, but then sees the look on his friend’s face — this is clearly a more serious topic. “Oh… you didn’t — uh — whoops.” The younger man laughs awkwardly.

“We’re not that close yet, but she’s really pretty. I feel good around her. She spilled her water all over me at the gym, and it was kind of adorable,” Taehyun says, a dreamy expression on his face. “What about you?”

“Ah, nothing. Still alone.” He replies fast.

“Liar. Who’s he?” Taehyun asks, raising an eyebrow.

“There’s nobody,” Yeonjun says quickly.

Taehyun doesn’t quite buy it but doesn’t push the topic further.

“Fine. So, wanna hang out later?” Taehyun asks, grinning.

“I’m busy after work, but I’ll call you when I’m free,” Yeonjun replies with a warm smile. “I’ve gotta check on the other guests. See you later, Tyunie!” He waves and heads to the guests.

Yeonjun’s shift has ended, and he leaves the café, waiting for Soobin. The wind blows, and the cold air bites at him. Soobin is still nowhere to be seen. He’s already waited for 15 minutes. After another 15 minutes, he decides to walk home in the freezing cold.

As he walks, he feels his eyes slowly start to sting. A tear rolls down his cheek. He feels hurt, disappointed — but most of all, disappointed in himself. He had trusted a literal stranger too quickly, all because he was fucking him so well and, worse yet, had probably even impregnated him. Yeonjun didn’t take the Plan B pill Soobin left for him as a “gift” after that one night, when Yeonjun had lost control of his heat and Soobin had just shown up, pinning him against the wall. How could he have resisted? It was stupid. So stupid. He didn’t even know this man, and not only that, but Soobin was almost double his age. Fuck. He had gotten too comfortable too quickly. But it felt right. It felt so damn right. When their eyes met, it felt like lightning had struck — like they could see straight through each other’s soul.

Another tear falls.

In the end, Mr. Choi is just his boss. Maybe that’s all it should be.

Just his boss.

His boss.

When he enters his apartment, his makeup is ruined by all the tears. His hair is a mess. He’s cold, his body trembling from head to toe — a literal ice block.

After hopping into the shower, he pulls on a pair of black sweatpants, a tank top, and an olive-green cardigan. He sits down on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket. The scent of Soobin still lingers on the cushions. Burying his nose in one of them, he inhales deeply. Soobin smells so damn good. It comforts him, and slowly, he drifts off to sleep.

Something is ringing like the devil himself. Yeonjun flickers his eyes open, searching for the source of the noise.

“Who the fuck…” he mutters, reaching for his phone. He sighs when he sees the screen.

Incoming call: Taehyun

He picks up the phone. “Tyunie, why the hell are you calling at 1 AM? Jeez. What’s wrong?” Yeonjun is a little worried; Taehyun has never called him this late before.

“Hyung! Sorry for calling so late, but I thought you might still be awake… I’m in your neighborhood right now, and I was thinking you might want to grab a late-night snack at the store down the street?” Just the thought of food makes Yeonjun’s stomach rumble. Honestly, he’s always down for some ramen. He pushes himself off the couch, leaving the scented cushions behind, grabs his keys, and slips on some white sneakers. Before leaving, he checks that the scent blocker is still in place.

Taehyun is already waiting outside the apartment complex, eyes sparkling and his usual cute smile greeting Yeonjun. They start walking toward the store.

“How was your date?” Taehyun asks, glancing at Yeonjun.

Yeonjun gives him a sidelong look. “There was no date. What do you mean?”

“Come on, you said you were busy. I’m not blind. I can see how you dress up and how you act.”

“He… didn’t show up,” Yeonjun sighs, avoiding eye contact with his friend.

Taehyun stops walking, turning to face him. He places a hand on Yeonjun’s shoulder and pats it softly. “Oh… I’m sorry, man. Then he doesn’t deserve your attention. Don’t waste your tears on such a jerk.” Yeonjun laughs, but it sounds more hopeless than anything.

“I wish… somehow, he got to me. It felt so good with him, I don’t know. We don’t even know each other, so how could someone get this invested so quickly?” Yeonjun buries his face in his hands. “I made a huge mistake, Taehyun… fuck.” He steps aside, leaning against the wall beside the sidewalk, slowly sliding down to sit, his face still buried in his hands.

Taehyun kneels down beside him. “What happened, Jjunie?” He pats Yeonjun’s shoulder again, his voice soft.

Yeonjun’s voice trembles as he tries to stay calm. “I… I had an early heat because of this man. He — I don’t know what happened, but I met him at the café. We just locked eyes, and less than 10 minutes later, it hit me. I felt this… bond, or tension, or something like that. On my way home, some random alpha came at me aggressively. Somehow, he was there and saved me from the other alpha. After that, he brought me home — not my best decision, to be honest, but I couldn’t think clearly. After a few minutes at home, someone knocked on my door. I thought it was my friend, but… guess what? It was him. And then everything else happened.” Yeonjun pauses, taking a shaky breath. “Taehyun… I — I might be pregnant. And… he’s my boss.”

Yeonjun looks up, meeting Taehyun’s eyes. The younger man is staring at him, wide-eyed in surprise, clearly struggling to find the right words. A few seconds later, Yeonjun finds himself in Taehyun’s arms, pulled into a comforting hug.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyun whispers, his voice gentle as he tries to comfort his friend. “I’ll stay with you. If you want to take a test or anything, just let me know. You’ll be fine, okay?”

Yeonjun nods, tears rolling down his cheeks, soaking Taehyun’s sweater. He doesn’t say anything, just lets himself be held, feeling the warmth of his friend as the weight of everything crashes down on him.

After a few minutes of silence, Yeonjun finally calms down, and they get up, making their way to the store.

The bell rings as they enter. Yeonjun grabs his favorite ramen and some add-ons, while Taehyun picks his. The older guy walks over to the pharmacy section and tosses a pregnancy test into his basket. He’ll probably need it soon.

After paying, they settle into a corner of the store to prep their food.

Engrossed in their conversation, they don’t notice the door open. Suddenly, they hear loud, aggressive shouts.

“You don’t have anything left?! Nothing?” Silence. “FUCK!” The sound of something crashing against wood follows.

Taehyun looks confused—Yeonjun freezes, eyes wide. “What’s happening over there?” Taehyun whispers, glancing toward the agitated man.

Then, the man turns around slowly, glaring at Taehyun. His eyes narrow as they lock onto Taehyun’s side. For a moment, his expression shifts to one of surprise, but it quickly hardens into something more menacing.

Before Taehyun can react, the man rushes toward them. Yeonjun’s face goes pale as the alpha’s angry steps approach.

Taehyun realizes in an instant what’s happening. This must be the man Yeonjun was talking about—the one he’s been so conflicted over. And now, he’s in rut.

A few steps later, Soobin grabs Taehyun by the collar, slamming him against the table behind them. Taehyun struggles to remain calm.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” Soobin snarls, his teeth bared.

Taehyun stays silent, trying to assess the situation. Soobin’s eyes flick to Yeonjun. The omega looks completely shocked.

Soobin’s gaze flickers back and forth between them, his anger escalating as he notices the pregnancy test lying between them. Something inside him snaps.

“You little fucker!” Soobin shouts, punching Taehyun against the table. “It’s not what it looks like. We’re just friends. JUST FRIENDS, okay?” Taehyun tries to calm him down, but it’s clear that Soobin isn’t listening.

“So, you’re fucking him, huh? He’s MINE.” Soobin’s voice cracks with barely controlled rage. He raises his fist, but Yeonjun steps forward, positioning himself between them and touching Soobin’s chest.

“Soobin, stop! You’ll hurt him! He’s my friend,” Yeonjun pleads, his voice trembling.

Soobin looks at him, his eyes narrowing. He takes in the sight before him. His voice drops dangerously low as he addresses Yeonjun.

“This looks pretty obvious to me. An alpha and an omega… a pregnancy test. I don’t know, Yeonjun…” His eyes flick to Taehyun, his suspicion mounting. “How long have you two been fucking? And don’t lie to me.”

“We don’t,” Taehyun insists, his voice rising with frustration. “I have my own omega, and it’s not Yeonjun. It‘s not me who probably impregnated him.”

Yeonjun feels a knot in his stomach. This is escalating too quickly. Two alphas shouldn’t fight, especially when one of them is in rut.

“Soobin…” Yeonjun murmurs.

Soobin’s eyes snap back to him. “You’re what?”

“I didn’t take the pill, so… I don’t know, maybe,” Yeonjun says quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

Soobin’s grip on Taehyun’s collar loosens, and he steps back, his face frozen in disbelief. The silence lingers for a moment before Taehyun takes the opportunity to escape. He glances at Yeonjun, nodding once, then bolts out of the store.

Soobin is just about to turn and follow, but Yeonjun grabs his wrist, holding him back. To his surprise, Soobin doesn’t pull away.

Something has shifted in his gaze. His eyes are wide, but there’s something else there now—surprise, confusion… maybe something darker.

“Soobin…” Yeonjun starts again, but before he can finish, Soobin pulls him close, pushing him against the nearest shelf. Yeonjun is trapped between the solid wood and Soobin’s strong arms, the heat radiating against him. Soobin’s eyes darken as he looks down at him with desire.

“Now I know why you didn’t come,” Yeonjun says quietly, his eyes welling up with tears from the overwhelming situation. He’s not sure if it’s the right moment to show his disappointment, but he can’t help it.

Soobin doesn’t seem to hear him. Instead, he inhales deeply, his eyes flicking down to Yeonjun.

“You smell so good…” Soobin whispers, his voice low, full of desire. “Imagine the little you with my puppy. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Yeonjun shudders as Soobin’s words cut through him like a razor. “You shouldn’t be out here like this,” Yeonjun says. “Let’s go home. I’ll give you what you need if you come with me now. Please.”

The second part of Yeonjun’s plea catches Soobin off guard. His ears flicker, a slight hesitation in his eyes. He nods and, without a word, releases Yeonjun from his grip.

Yeonjun grabs the things he bought, and Soobin pulls him along by the wrist, offering a quick apology to the cashier as they leave the store together.

Soobin leads him back to his place, which, fortunately, is just around the corner. Before Yeonjun can even step inside the apartment, his boss has him in his arms again, tossing him over his shoulder.

Yeonjun is carried into a room with a massive bed covered in black and red sheets. Soobin sets him down gently, crawling on top of him. The younger lies back on the mattress, his body tense beneath Soobin’s weight.

“Pull my blocker off,” Yeonjun whispers, knowing full well the risk he’s taking. But at this point, he feels like he has nothing to lose.

Soobin does as instructed, pulling the blocker off with a hungry look in his eyes. The moment it’s gone, his lips find Yeonjun’s in an urgent, desperate kiss.

His hands grip Yeonjun’s body harshly, pulling him in like he wants to consume him. Yeonjun gasps into the kiss but doesn’t pull away. His fingers claw at Soobin’s shirt, nose inhaling the alphas scent. Rough hands slip under Yeonjun’s cardigan, pushing it up and off his body. Clothes hit the floor. Every inch of skin burns like fire, each touch leaving trails of heat across Yeonjun’s body. All the thoughts of before forgotten. Right now Yeonjun feels complete.

Soobin pushes him deep into the mattress, a low, dangerous growl rumbling in his chest.

One hand roams down on Yeonjun’s hip, keeping him pinned firmly beneath him. The other hand trails slowly between Yeonjun’s thighs, teasing him through the thin fabric. Yeonjun whimpers, bucking his hips.

“So pretty,” Soobin growls as he leans down, his nose brushing against Yeonjun’s pulse. He inhales deeply, savoring the omega‘s scent. He can’t hold back. His teeth graze Yeonjun’s neck — not hard enough to mark, but close enough to make Yeonjun shiver. His whole body arches.

Soobin’s patience snaps. He tugs the younger‘s pants down, tossing them aside, leaving him bare beneath his gaze.

“Say it,” Soobin murmurs, voice so low. “Say you want me.” Yeonjun’s voice trembles, but there’s no hesitation. “I want you.”

He flips Yeonjun onto his stomach in one swift movement, one large hand firm on the back of his neck. Holding him down. Keeping him exactly where he wants him.

“Good boy,” Soobin rasps.

Then he feels Soobin’s hands spreading his thighs apart. Yeonjun whimpers into the pillow, feeling the air hit his skin. The alpha growls low in his throat, his chest pressed against Yeonjun’s back, his breath hot against the omega’s ear.

Without warning, Soobin’s hand lands on Yeonjun’s ass with a sharp smack — not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Yeonjun gasp. Another growl.

He leans down, leaving hot kisses. His other hand roams between Yeonjun’s legs, fingers finally slipping where he is already dripping for Soobin, warm and desperate.

“So fucking wet already,” Soobin whispers against his skin. “You’re ready to take me, aren’t you?”

Yeonjun moans helplessly, his hips grinding back. It’s filthy.

“Beg for it,” Soobin orders, voice tight. “Tell me you want it.” Yeonjun moans.

“Please,” he gasps out. “Please, alpha. I need you. Need you inside me.”

He lines himself up, not teasing anymore — he presses in hard, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he feels Yeonjun stretch around him. Yeonjun cries out, the stretch is painful, but it’s exactly what he needs.

Soobin doesn’t stop. He thrusts in deeper, each rock of his hips punching small sounds out of Yeonjun’s mouth. The hand on Yeonjun’s neck tightens just a little, showing him who he belongs to.

“You’re mine,” Soobin snarls into his ear.

“Yours,” Yeonjun breathes.

Soobin slams into him harder, the wet, filthy sounds of their bodies crashing together filling the room, mixing with Yeonjun’s broken moans and Soobin’s breathing. He needs the whole world to know that Yeonjun belongs to him.

His body is burning — every nerve lit up. Soobin pounds into him mercilessly, one hand fisted in Yeonjun’s hair, pulling his head back, exposing the curve of his neck.

The omega growls low in his throat — a sound Soobin isn’t expecting — and suddenly, Yeonjun pushes back harder, grinding against Soobin’s hips. Soobin falters for a second, thrown off by the sudden shift.

Yeonjun uses it.

He twists beneath the alpha, until Soobin’s back hits the mattress. „Stay,” Yeonjun says, voice soft. “Let me.”

For a second, Soobin looks like he might protest — but the weight of Yeonjun’s body on him — it breaks something deeper inside him. He nods.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste a second. He sinks down onto Soobin’s cock again, hands placed on the alphas chest.

“So big,” Yeonjun whimpers, riding him in hard, messy rolls of his hips, literally using Soobin. “Made for me…Only for me.”

Soobin groans — loudly — the sound ripping out of his throat as he bucks up into Yeonjun’s tight cunt. But he lets Yeonjun have it. Lets him take control. The way Yeonjun moves above him is hypnotic, dirty, beautiful. Tears shine in the corners of the omega’s eyes, mixing pleasure and overstimulation.

“You drive me insane,” Soobin growls, barely able to hold still. “Fucking perfect.”

With a low growl, Soobin finally grabs Yeonjun’s hips and slamming up into him, taking back control as Yeonjun cries out in a high, broken moan. His head drops onto Soobin’s shoulder, body shuddering.

“So greedy,” Soobin whispers into Yeonjun’s hair, fucking up into him without mercy. “Can’t get enough of me, huh? My greedy little omega.“ Yeonjun sobs his agreement, clinging to Soobin’s broad shoulders.

Both of them are close. And when Soobin’s knot starts to swell Yeonjun gasps, clinging at Soobin’s back. „Please,” he begs.

With a final, deep thrust, he locks inside Yeonjun, his knot swelling wide, anchoring them together. Yeonjun screams out, a sound of pleasure and pain. Soobin wraps his arms around Yeonjun’s back, holding him against his chest as they ride out the orgasm crashing through them.

“You’re mine,” Soobin growls into his ear again, but this time it’s not a threat — it‘s more like a promise.

Yeonjun, completely wrecked and trembling in his arms, manages a broken whisper: “Yours.”

Only Soobin’s. Always.

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Yeonjun’s eyes flicker open, bright sunshine flooding the room. Next to him, the regular breathing of someone sleeping. He turns around, facing the resting Soobin, watching his chest rise and fall. The alpha looks peaceful — nothing like the dominant alpha he had been yesterday in the store.

A situation that could have gone wrong in so many ways — for him, for his friend, maybe even for Soobin.

“Hmpf…” A sound escapes the elder’s throat as he opens his eyes, blinking against the sunlight.

“Hey…” Soobin says, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hey,” the omega replies softly.

“We—”

“…should talk,” Soobin finishes the sentence for him.

Yeonjun nods in agreement, his expression growing sad again. He looks down, avoiding eye contact.

“Soobin… I thought you left me. I was waiting for you. My day was great because I kept thinking about us meeting in the evening. But then you didn’t show up as promised. Not even a message?” Yeonjun speaks quietly.

“I regretted everything, you know? But then you showed up in that store and almost punched one of my closest friends. After I saw you, I knew…”

Soobin nods, inhaling deeply.

“I wasn’t myself yesterday… I ran out of suppressors, so I decided to leave the house at night, hoping I wouldn’t meet anyone on the streets. Unfortunately, you and your — even worse — alpha friend were in that store as well.

My rut took over, Yeonjunie — I’m sorry. I didn’t text you earlier because… I don’t even know why, to be honest.”

Yeonjun nods, his fingers nervously twisting the blanket between them.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “Everything changed the moment I saw you… like that. I understand now. But still… I have one wish.”

Soobin watches him closely, head tilted, his expression soft, waiting for Yeonjun to continue.

“Take me on a date,” the omega whispers, almost shyly, but with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

For a second, there’s only silence between them — then Soobin’s lips curl into a warm smile, his eyes sparkling.

“Whatever my pretty boy wants,” he says.

1,5 Years later

It’s late morning. Yeonjun sits on the couch, his son on his lap, trying to pull at the strings of the little birthday crown they made for him. “No, no, little one, that stays on,” Yeonjun says, laughing while adjusting it again.

Soobin comes in from the kitchen, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He places the mugs on the table and sits down next to them. Their son immediately reaches for him with both arms.

“Appa,” he babbles, Soobin’s face lights up as he lifts him into his arms.

“One year,” Yeonjun says, smiling as he leans against Soobin’s shoulder. “Can you believe it?”

“Nope,” the elder replies, kissing the top of Yeonjun’s head. “And I still have no clue what I’m doing.”

The omega laughs. “Same.”

Their son claps his hands, proud for no reason.

“Best worst decision we ever made,” Soobin mumbles against his son’s skin, and Yeonjun nods quietly while watching.

The birthday cake is waiting on the kitchen counter. It’s small, messy, and perfect. Just like them.

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 5)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut, Body Shaming

Words: 5,738

The weekend flew by, and before I knew it, Monday had arrived with its usual speed. I found myself back in the same classroom, at the same place and time, but something felt a little different. Nick and I had been texting non-stop over the weekend. It was just casual conversation, nothing special, but for some reason, it made me inexplicably happy.

I noticed a bunch of curly black hair in front of me. Charlie and I hadn't talked since that day. I sent him a bunch of texts, but he didn't reply. I checked with Ellie and Tao, and they hadn't heard from him either. It wasn't just me he was avoiding; it seemed like he was avoiding everyone.

Interrupting my thoughts, Nick said, "This is Nellie," showing me a picture of his dog, and she was the cutest thing in the world.

"Oh, my god, she's so cute! I've always wanted to have a pet, but ever since our cat died when I was little, we just never got a new one," I said, a tinge of sadness in my voice.

Nick's brows furrowed in concern, a cute little habit that I couldn't help but notice when he was puzzled or concerned about something. "You know, maybe you should come round to my house and meet her. Plus, my mom has been bugging me to invite you over" he suggested. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face, I don't know if it was because of Nick's mom has been asking about me or Nick inviting me to his house.

"Are you free on Saturday?" he asked hopefully, his brown eyes searching mine.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

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"Charlie! Charlie! Wait up!" I yelled across the bustling school hallway, dodging through students those rugby drills are finally proving some use.

Finally catching up to him, I took a moment to catch my breath. "What happened with you? I've been calling and texting you. I was even this close to coming to your house to make sure you were alive," I said, demonstrating the minuscule gap between my thumb and forefinger to prove my point.

Charlie turned to me, his face a mix of surprise and sheepishness. "Sorry, I've been dealing with some stuff, and I needed a bit of space. Didn't mean to worry you."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide my concern behind a facade of annoyance. "A simple 'I need space' text would have sufficed, you know."

He scratched his head, a nervous grin appearing on his face. "Yeah, I know. I'll keep you in the loop next time. Promise."

As we walked, the tension melted away, and our usual banter resumed. Charlie might not be telling me everything, but our friendship stayed solid, thankfully.

"Ugh, I've got a ton to catch you up on," I exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. His laughter filled the air. "Do I detect some juicy gossip?" he teased, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. Even though I haven't talked with him for a couple of days, I still couldn't help but miss him. I had every right to be mad, but I knew deep down Charlie was keeping something from me, but it was within his right to tell me when he is ready.

"Oh, you have no idea," I replied, joining in the laughter.

"You look fine, sweetheart," my mother remarked as she emerged from the archway. She must have noticed my tenth attempt at fixing my hair and the frustrated sigh that accompanied it. Admittedly, I may or may not have put on a little makeup. Sensing my mom's curious gaze, I decided to address it before she could.

"I'm going to a friend's house. I'll be back around 5," I informed her, trying to keep it casual.

"Are you heading over to Charlie's?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Um, no, his name is Nick," hoping my response would slip past without her catching the name. My mother, sensing something, walked over to me and handed me my coat and gloves, well aware of my tendency to get cold easily. I was honestly not made for cold weather.

"Is this a boy from school? You know how I feel about you going to somebody's house," she probed, hinting at her concerns. I knew I had to choose my words carefully to navigate this conversation if I wanted to be allowed to leave the house.

"He's my classmate in English. I want him to look over my paper that's due next week," I lied, maintaining a calm tone and hoping she wouldn't see through the deception.

"You've never needed help with your papers before. You're really good at writing," she remarked, clearly skeptical of my story.

"This paper is 50% of my grade. I have to do well on it," I asserted, emphasizing the importance of the assignment and knowing that grades were a language my mother understood well. Having dealt with her expectations back home, I knew I had to convince her to let me go.

She looked pleasantly surprised. "Yes, you're right. Grades are important. I'm surprised I didn't have to remind you," she smiled, genuinely pleased to see me showing concern for my academic performance. Seizing the moment, I quickly put on my coat and gloves, ready to head out the door.

"Come back in time for dinner!" she yelled as I walked away. I gave a quick nod to show I heard and hurried off before she could ask more questions.

My hands were practically freezing, despite the gloves doing a lousy job of keeping the cold out. I stubbornly kept them on, pulled my coat tighter, and power-walked down the street. The bone-chilling London winter seemed to pierce right through me, making me pick up the pace even more.

I stood there for a moment, torn between knocking and ringing the doorbell. My indecisiveness was playing its usual tricks on me. But before I could finally decide, the door swung open. There was Nick, giving me a gentle smile.

"Hey," he greeted. It was kinda unexpected to see him so chill and casual, a side of him I hadn't really seen beyond the school environment.

"Hey," I smiled back, deciding to ditch my gloves that weren't doing much to fight off the cold anyway.

Nick made a gesture towards a delightful chocolate and white mix Border Collie. "Uh... this is Nellie."

"Hey, Nellie. You're so adorable," Reaching down to pet the dog behind its ears. The warmth of Nellie's fur against my hand brought an unexpected comfort, making the chilly weather outside seem momentarily forgotten.

"Did you do something with your hair?" he asked, his eyes locked onto my puff ponytail that had consumed a good chunk of my morning. Lately, I'd been experimenting with new hairstyles, breaking away from my usual braids.

I immediately reached up to touch my hair, a hint of worry crossing my face. "Wait, is it bad?"

He shook his head without hesitation, offering a reassuring grin. "No, you look… it looks great." His compliment made me feel like the effort I put into styling my hair that morning was totally worth it.

"Okay, you better come in before Nellie thinks we're going for a walk," he said, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.

"Okay"

Walking into his house, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly homey it was. The place just radiated coziness, making it clear that it wasn't just a house; it was a warm and welcoming home. Definitely nothing compared to mine, my house was just cold and empty still filled with boxes. I noticed a few portraits on the wall, nowhere really of his dad. Which I have nothing to brag since my parents have been divorce.

He led me upstairs to his bedroom, which I couldn't help but feel uneasy, like it was way to personal...like I shouldn't be here. But as soon as I saw his room it was very clean...? Definitely not what I was expecting.

Nick saw the look on my face "What? What's wrong?" he asked looking around confused. I couldn't help but chuckle, breaking a smile "It's so clean in here...it's weird," But overall, it suits him with the rugby poster littered all over the walls with a cute little light hanging over his bed. There it was again, that small hint of vanilla, smoke and a mix of musk but the musk was a lot stronger.

Dramatically, he placed his hand over his chest, gasping, "Are you seriously thinking that I am weird because I know how to clean,"

"I just never expected something like this," I said, gesturing to the room. Walking around, I noticed a few books on the shelf. "Especially for a rugby player. I mean, aren't you guys supposed to be dirty, by default?" I picked a book off the shelf, the title reading "Le Petit Prince (French Edition)."

A French Novel?

Sensing my curiosity, Nick blushed, swiftly taking the book from my hand and putting it back on the shelf. "My dad gifted it to me, but I barely read it," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his expression.

Sensenig that his dad was a sour subject I decided to drop it. Still observing his room, noticing the little trinkets of action figure and posters, until my eyes landing on the little snacks on the TV stand plus Mario Kart next to the Nintendo, excitement bubbled up within me as I took in the familiar sight.

"You have Mario Kart!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up at the sight of the game. Memories of playing it flooded back.

Nick's eyes beamed. "You like Mario Kart? Do you know how to play?" he asked, a playful smile on his face.

I nodded. "Me and my Dad used to play all the time when I was little. I still do, just never really picked it back up," I said, shrugging.

"Do you want to play?" he asked, holding the Nintendo playfully.

I smiled. "You don't even have to ask."

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"Come on, Come on I'm in the lead! Can you just let me win" Nick yelled, he was particularly begging at the point.

"It doesn't matter cause you're not going to win," I smirked. He's literally the King of Rugby and practically wins at everything. This is one thing I'm really good at, so I am definitely not going to let him win.

"Can you let me win one time? You've won five or six games."

"I am literary going easy one you,"

"No!" he groaned at the screen when he saw my Princess Peach cross the finish line. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"You need more practice, Nick. Maybe I can give you some tips," I teased, reveling in the playful banter. It was one area where I knew I could outshine the rugby star.

He pouted, "I don't need tips. I just need a fair chance." The adorable pout he sported was enough to make anyone's heart melt.

"I think this is just Karma kicking you in the ass; you can't be good at everything," I said sarcastically, while grabbing a little popcorn.

He nodded in agreement, "No, you're exactly right. You're just good at everything," he admitted.

"No, I'm not," I chuckled. But there was something in the way he looked at me, and it's been happening a lot lately. I can't quite figure out why he has this knack for making me feel this way. It's as if a single glance from him is all it takes to turn me into a bundle of nerves.

"You are. You're a proper little nerd. And you don't even know it."

"I am not!" I protested, playfully nudging him.

"Let's see. You're good at video games. Literally all school subjects, but especially math's. Amazing at photography. Befriending dogs, and you are good a sports manager. Like I have never seen our gear so clean before-"

"Shut up!" I interrupted in a playful groan, feeling warm flush spread across my cheeks. Covering his mouth, while pushing him onto the bed. It seems this was the only way of shutting him up.

"You know it's true," he mumbled from beneath my hand, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Get off me. Seriously, get off," he added with a laugh, the room filled with our shared laughter.

The laughter quickly faded, leaving a lingering warmth between us. I don’t understand this feeling, I have never felt this way before. Our eyes were saying one thing, but our bodies were saying another. In that stillness, I became aware of the soft sound of snow falling outside.

"Oh, my god" I was star-stuck looking out the window.

His eyes followed mine, and as he turned to the window, a quiet gasp escaped his lips.

"It's snowing."

We just look at each other we didn't have to say anything, we jumped up from the bed, rushing down the stairs putting our coats on. The air was charged with anticipation, I was on the brink of witnessing snow for the very first time in my fifteen years. Nick handing me a hoodie in the process.

I shook my head refusing the offer, but he only shoved it back in my face,

"You were freezing when I first saw you this morning," he chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But he wasn't taking no for an answer.

I couldn't help but laugh, realizing he had a point. Gratefully accepting the hoodie, I slipped it on, feeling the warmth envelop me trying to ignore his overwhelming scent.

"It's a bit big," you said, glancing at the blue fabric draping down to my knees.

"It looks good on you," he said breathlessly, he was looking directly at me. Two compliments in one day, that was definitely something.

It was absolutely beautiful outside, the cold didn't bother me as much as before, it may or may not have something to do with the hoodie I was wearing.

Nick wasted no time sticking his tongue out to catch the tiny snowflakes. His cheeks had a rosy flush, and there was something about the way the light hit his hair, making it look a bit browner. He looked marvelous.

Caught staring, I locked eyes with him, and there was a fleeting smile on his face. Before I could fully process it, he playfully threw a whole snowball at me, leaving me in disbelief. I hurriedly made a makeshift snowball. It instantly became a snowball fight.

For a moment, just a moment everything seemed perfect, the way he laughed when Nellie was eating the snow. To when he brushed the snow off my hair. The way he took pictures of me when I made snow angles. When he laid beside me all I did was listen to him talk any and everything.

It was just perfect.

I couldn't shake the knot in my stomach, and suddenly, those stolen glances and shared moments held a new weight. When he looks at me, it's like he's seeing something beyond the surface. There's this intensity in his gaze, and I can't help but admire the way he looks at me. The way his eyes light up when he smiles, the little expressions that make him uniquely him. The realization hit me -

I have a crush on Nick Nelson

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"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Ellie snapped her fingers in front of my face, trying to grab my attention. My eyes, however, were glued to the three little bubbles dancing across my screen, eagerly awaiting Nick's response.

Ellie couldn't resist taking a peek at my screen, and a knowing smirk crept onto her face as she shook her head. "Oh, I see what's got you all distracted now."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening," I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from the screen to meet Ellie's amused gaze.

She chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Nick, huh? The mystery guy who's got you glued to your phone?"

Blushing, I tried to downplay it. "We're just chatting, you know, about random stuff."

"Random stuff, right," Ellie teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "I've seen that look before. You've got the 'crush glow' all over your face."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. "Oh, come on. It's not like that. We're just friends."

Eyebrow raised; Ellie smirked. "Friends who text 24/7, interesting definition of friendship."

I sighed, realizing she saw through my attempt at nonchalance. "Okay, fine. Maybe there's a tiny crush. But seriously, don't make it a big deal."

Glancing out the window, I spotted Nick chatting with a pretty girl that I always seen around school. They were standing so close, and her laughter reached my ears even through the closed window. My heart sank as I watched them share a moment. She was effortlessly charming and ever so pretty, and the way Nick's eyes lit up in response made my stomach churn. It felt like they were in their own bubble, leaving me on the outside looking in.

Ellie looked at me and she frowned and nudged me gently. "Y/N, what's going on? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

I forced a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil inside. "Oh, nothing. Just caught up in my thoughts, you know?"

But Ellie wasn't buying it. She followed my gaze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene outside. "Oh...that's Imogen. That's one of Nick's close friends,"

"Oh, really?" I tried to sound casual, but I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Just a friend, huh?"

Ellie shot me a knowing look, her eyebrows raised. "Y/N, are you getting jealous?"

"What? No!" I protested a bit too quickly, my cheeks heating up. "I mean, why would I be jealous? We're just friends, like I said."

Ellie chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "Sure, just friends. a friend who you have a crush on."

I rolled my eyes, attempting to change the subject. "Let's focus on something else. What were you saying before about our plans for the weekend?"

Ellie raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting me off the hook that easily. "Smooth transition, but we'll get back to this later. Anyway, I was thinking we could do a little movie night at Tao's. We can bring some snacks, binge-watch our favorite films, and just unwind."

"Yeah, that sounds great," I replied, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. "Movies and snacks sound like the perfect distraction."

As we continued discussing our weekend plans, my mind kept drifting back to Nick and Imogen. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them. Were they just friends, or was there a deeper connection? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I found myself absentmindedly scrolling through our previous texts.

The guys were practicing for an upcoming match, and I was just here cleaning the Rugby they have already gotten so dirty after a couple of throws. Occasionally, Nick would glance over in my direction, offering a reassuring smile or a quick wave.

"I can't believe they have cleaning rugby balls. Doing the dirty work while we get all the glory?" Charlie teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. "Someone's got to keep these in top-notch condition. Can't have you all playing with muddy balls, can we?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of action, I noticed I haven't been seeing you lately. Any particular reason?"

I hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal. Finally, I decided to open up to Charlie, knowing he'd always knows what to do. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You know, get some 'guy advice.'"

"I think I am the worse person to give 'guy advice'. especially now" Charlie looked down the ground.

Noticing the sadness in his eyes, I joked around with him "Oh come on, Charlie, don't be so hard on yourself. You're my go-to guy for advice, whether you like it or not."

He managed a small grin, "Alright, shoot. What do you need from my services this time?"

I sighed, glancing back at Nick on the field, his focused demeanor contrasting with the playful banter of the other players. "It's just... things have been different lately. We've been hanging out more, texting, you know, normal friend stuff. But I can't help but feel there's something more."

Charlie looked worried as soon as I brought up Nick's name, "Of course this is about Nick Nelson,"

I nodded, "Yeah, it is. I mean, we're friends, but there are these moments, these looks, and it makes me wonder if there's something more. And then today- I don't know... it just hit me differently."

Charlie glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping before he spoke. "Look, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but there's something I think you should know."

My heart sank a little, and I furrowed my brows in concern. "What is it, Charlie? You're making me nervous."

He took a deep breath before continuing "Okay so Tao told me to tell you that-

"Wait why couldn't Tao just tell me himself?"

Charlie looked a little uneasy "Because Tao is Tao"

Great he still doesn't like me.

I shook my head, urging Charlie to continue. "Tell me what Tao said."

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Tao found out from a friend who is also friends with Nick, and he said that Nick is single. But he is super interested in this girl that was originally from the all-girls school."

I swallowed the lead in my throat "What girl,"

Charlie sighed looking out onto the field "Her name's Tara Jones,"

My heart sank as Charlie dropped the bomb about Nick's interest in Tara Jones. Her name replayed in my mind like an annoying song on repeat. I couldn't shake off the blame creeping in why did I let myself get attached? Was I just too naive, thinking there could be more between us?

Nick's wave from the field added salt to the wound. I managed a feeble smile and a wave back, but inside, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Watching him, I questioned every shared laugh and conversation we had. Were they all just leading up to this moment where he'd be drawn to someone else?

The game raged on in the background, but my world stood still in that painful moment of realization. The cheers from the crowd turned into distant echoes, drowned out by the pounding of my heart, echoing the rhythm of disappointment.

How can I be so stupid.

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She was so beautiful, and I could see why Nick might be into her. Browsing through her social media, her confidence and elegance just stood out. It's something I feel like I lack. Her dark skin had this warm, rich tone that glowed in every photo. The more I looked, the more I found myself comparing. It made me question if I could ever match up to someone like her in Nick's eyes. The more I scrolled, the more I felt like an outsider peeking into a world that seemed so different from mine.

"See, I told you," Tao said, peering over my shoulder. Charlie shot him an annoyed look.

"Tao, come on, give it a rest. This doesn't necessarily mean anything," Charlie snapped.

"Like hell it doesn't," Tao retorted. I deeply sighed; their bickering wasn't making the situation any better. Isaac looked at me with a hint of concern.

"We don't even know if she actually likes Nick back," Isaac chimed in, attempting to offer some comfort.

Charlie scoffed, "I'm the one stuck seeing them in class every day, and trust me, it's nauseating. Believe me, he's into you," he added, shooting me a look.

Tao, fixing his gaze on Isaac, cautioned, "I've warned you about fueling romantic fantasies that just won't happen. Life isn't a romance novel, you know." ignoring Charlie reassurance.

"But I want to believe in romance." Isaac wined still looking hopeful. Our heads turned to the door when Ellie came in, Isaac immediately jumped at the chance "Ellie! So, there's this girl at school who Nick's got a crush on?"

"We've heard from multiple sources" Tao cut in, but Isaac completed ignored him "We don't know if they're a thing. Can you talk to her? Since she is in your year"

Isaac's hopeful gaze shifted to Ellie, who raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. "Whoa, slow down. First, spill the tea. Who's this mystery girl Nick's into?" Ellie said, playing dumb while glancing at me to check if it was Imogen we were talking about. I just quietly shook my head no

Tao chimed in, "Her name's Tara Jones. She was originally from the all-girls school."

Ellie crossed her arms, processing the information definitely wasn't expecting that. "Tara Jones? She's a sweetheart, I don't know Tara that well. I can just go up to her and ask who she fancies. And I'm, too busy being the cool, mysterious new girl, who everyone wants to hang out with."

Isaac quickly jumped back into the conversation, seizing the opportunity. "We just want to know if there's something going on between her and Nick. You know, for Y/N's peace of mind."

"I'm fine. It's honestly fine. I'm just being an idiot and overthinking things," This whole thing has been stressing me out, more than I realize. It's probably best if I cut my losses now before I get more attached.

Ellie gave me a sympathetic glance rolling her eyes while she sighed "Well, I can try to find out, but no promises, only if I get a chance I'll ask her,"

I flashed her a thankful smile, and Isaac promptly leaped into Ellie's arms. Sometimes, I forget how much of a hopeless romantic he is. Charlie joined in, gesturing for me to join them. Gratefully, I embraced the warmth of the hug. I realized I wouldn't know where I'd be without them.

Tao sat there, glaring, watching the scene.

The next school day rolled around, and I made a quick stop at the boys' locker room to check on inventory, making sure to steer clear of any awkward encounters, especially with Nick Nelson. Luckily, I managed to avoid any unexpected run-ins. However, as I strolled to my next class, it hit me that I'd be sharing a class with him soon. The knot in my stomach tightened, and a sense of unease settled in, a reminder of the events from the day before.

Waving at Charlie as I eased into my seat, a jumble of nerves hit me hard. Concentrating seemed like an impossible task, with my thoughts entirely hijacked by the looming encounter with Nick. What in the world was I even going to say to him, if I mustered the courage to say anything at all? The classroom blurred as my mind grappled with racing thoughts.

"Y/N?" he said, staring right at me with worried eyes.

Finally returning back to earth, I mumbled, "What?"

"You just spaced out," he observed.

Not knowing what to say, I managed a simple "Oh," fiddling with my blue pen, which oddly seemed to help with my nerves. Nick, sensing the habit, scooted closer to me. I swear I could feel his body warmth.

"What's up?" he said, looking directly at me. "I can tell when something's on your mind," he added in a hush, leaning even more closely.

Gosh, I hate the way he makes me feel. The way I act around him is ridiculous. I hate that every time he gets close, my heart races, every touch, every feeling. I hate all of it!

Why does he make me feel this way?

"Do you...Do you want to come to my house later?" I blurted out, causing for Charlie to peek over at me with panic eyes screaming What the hell are you doing!

He looked surprised, but all he can do is smile.

Mom is not going to be here until super late, so I can have the house all to myself. I cleaned from top to bottom of house, throwing all the boxes away and tightening up everything was squared away.

Hearing a knock at the door, it was him standing at my door smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey"

Opening the door for him, "Hey,"

"So, how does this work?" he asked hesitantly, glancing around the room as if unsure of what to capture with my old Canon. The way he held the camera was so awkward, it brought a smile to my face.

Figuring it was a fair trade after all the rugby lessons, I decided to teach Nick a thing or two about photography.

"You can take a picture of anything you like, really. It could be something beautiful, something that grabs your attention, or simply anything that intrigues you," I explained, observing him furrow his brows while peering through the viewfinder.

"Anything?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

I nodded, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up my eyes. "Exactly! That's the beauty of it. Photography allows you to freeze a moment in time, to capture something you love, like, or find amusing. It's incredible how a single image can encapsulate so much emotion, tell a story, or even memories."

Nick listened attentively, his curiosity evident. I continued, "You see, every photo has a story behind it. It's a way of preserving feelings, experiences, and moments that might otherwise fade away. You get to share your perspective with others through the lens, allowing them to see the world through your eyes."

As I spoke, I could see Nick growing more intrigued, absorbing the idea of photography beyond just pressing a button. "Give it a try," I encouraged, "Capture something that stands out to you, something you'd want to remember."

Right as I looked back at Nick, I noticed that fuck, he was looking directly at me. His eyes looked into mine and there it was again, that knot in my stomach. I didn't know what to do, I had completely froze. His eyes seemed different though-

Feeling a buzz in my pocket, I checked my phone. It was a message from my mom, letting me know she wouldn't be home until midnight and that there was lasagna in the fridge. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, knowing I wouldn't have to explain having a boy in my room when she returned.

Hearing a click, I turned to Nick, curious about what had caught his attention through the lens of my camera. "What did you take a picture of?" I asked.

"Just something that I thought was beautiful," Nick replied with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on mine. Raising my eyebrows confused but also curious. He didn't say anything at all, other than putting the camera down.

"Want to watch a movie?" he suggested,

"Already one step ahead of you," I grinned, pulling out one of my favorite Marvel movies.

We settled into the living room couch, time passes by, and my eyelids begin to grow heavy. Waking up to see the credits rolling I quickly sat up. I completely sleep through the whole entire movie.

Looking out the window, it was dark outside, looking at Nick he seemed to be tensed.

"I feel asleep, didn't I?" I chuckled.

Nick's lips curved into a gentle smile, "Yeah, you did. Must have been a comfortable couch."

I stretched my arms, attempting to shake off the drowsiness. "Sorry about that. I guess I needed the nap."

Nick shrugged, "No problem. You looked peaceful."

We sat quietly, the feel of the movie night still in the air. Even with the unexpected nap, the evening felt calm.

"I should probably head home," Nick said, glancing at the time. "It's getting late."

As he stood up, I walked him to the door. Opening it without caring about the cold air seeping in, the night possessed a certain calmness, and the air held a subtle tension, like the moment before something shifts.

"Thanks for inviting me over," Nick said, and for a moment, our eyes met in a way that spoke volumes, yet said nothing at all.

"I wish that you didn't have to go," I admitted, feeling the weight of the night settling in.

"I wish I didn't either," Nick confessed, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"You look so cuddly like that," he added, his gaze lingering on my knitted sweater.

My eyes softened, and a playful grin tugged at the corners of my lips. "You think so?"

He nodded, smiling back at me. "Yeah, like a giant teddy bear."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the sweater. "Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

Nick's cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face "It's meant to be one," he replied, and we stood there for a moment, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if I didn't have early morning practice, I might consider staying longer."

I felt a subtle warmth spreading through me. The casual banter, the shared laughter it all felt so easy and right. Yet, there was an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that lingered between us.

"I guess I'll see you around," Nick said, but he didn't make a move to the open door; it looked like he wanted to say something else he just couldn't find the words.

As he stepped closer, the air between us seemed to shift, and before I knew it, he pulled me into a gentle hug.

Vanilla. Smoke. and Musk

I slowly wrapped my arms around, wanting to not let go, but he quickly pulled away, backing towards the door.

"Um… catch you on Monday," he mumbled, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed anywhere but on me. He melted into the night, leaving me standing there, gaping at the door, with a whirlwind of thoughts spinning through my mind.

Charlie casually peeked around the side of the door, and from the look on his face, it was clear he caught the whole thing.

"Still questioning if he's into you?" Charlie asked, shooting me a knowing look.

Part 6 Link Here: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/759302465187414016/hearts-unleashed-part-6

[ragingduststorm]

R U Mine?

Since I'm in my Ed Skrein phase right now and just watched the first Deadpool again, I just had to write some smut about baby boy Ajax.

Little background: OC is a mutant water bender (ATLA style) and gets paid to heal people. On their first meeting, she accidentally heals his lack of emotion and he develops an obsession for her. They become something like friends and she constantly teases him for not being able to do nothing and just chill. He finally takes his chance after orchestrating some time off for them.

OC's name is Ray, uses she/her pronouns, self-conscious about her body

Word count: ~5k

Warning (this is a long one): 18+, so, so much sex, obsession, oral (both f and m receiving), degradation (the b word is used several times), praise, a lot of biting and scratching and pain, edging, dom/sub, lots of swearing I might forget something, it's honestly so much

“Just give me a second. Stay there!”, she laughed as she sprinted into her bedroom. She could have purged the alcohol from her system, but she enjoyed not worrying all the time. Her brain was constantly filled with questioning whether she acted normal, if she was too much or too loud. He’d never given her the impression or made a mean comment about it, but still the thoughts were there. Not when she was mildly drunk, though. She laughed as loud as she wanted and spoke whatever came to her mind. And that’s why they were in her flat now. Because she’d blurted out that the morally grey love interest in the book she’d just finished, looked alarmingly like him. She would probably regret all of this by tomorrow and ghost him as a result. But that was a problem for the Ray of tomorrow.

Now, she rummaged around the room, looking for that damned book. She’d finished it last night and had decided to take it back instead of keeping it here in the safe house. It was a beautifully bound hardcover filled with illustrations. Something like that had to be displayed, even if she was the only one who’d ever see it. By the third pile of clothes she started to panic. Ajax was in the other room, in her home, alone. And that nosy shit would absolutely be snooping around. She had to hurry. There! Underneath a stack of papers and some spare sheets. How on earth did it get there? It didn’t matter. She flipped through the pages, looking for a suitable picture as she returned to the living room.

 Ajax was nose deep in her video game collection, of course. “You know, we haven’t done that part of the list yet.”, he said as he turned around. “Patience, young Padawan. I’ll beat you in Mario Kart later.”, Ray grinned as she stepped closer to him. “See, this is your good twin. Culann, Lord of the Risen Court and Master of the Wind and all its creatures.” Ajax looked at her sceptically and then at the illustration. “Hmm, I don’t know.” Her reflexes were sluggish from the alcohol, so he snatched the book from her hand with ease. “Hey!”, she said, but he was already on the other side of the room. God, that bastard was fast. He flipped through the pages as she chased him through the room. “So that’s what you read, ey? I mean, I knew you had a dirty mind, but this is utter filth.” Ray’s whole face burned red hot as she knew exactly what page he was on. “Give it back, that’s private!” The adrenaline paired with the alcohol made her completely forget about her powers. She tried to jump at him, but he dodged easily. “Doesn’t look very private to me. That’s quite an audience in this picture.” This time, when she tried to grab the book, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and before she knew it her back was pressed against his front. His free arm was draped around her chest, making it impossible for her to flee as he held the book so that they both could look in.

“A medieval fantasy setting and still they have showers. Wouldn’t it make more sense to fuck in a bathtub?”, his mouth was dangerously close to her ear, his voice low and threatening. An involuntary shudder gripped her body, making her lurch, but still, he held tight. The illustration showed the winged love interest kneeling in front of the female protagonist, eating her out like his life depended on it. Ray remembered the moment she’d read the scene. How it had turned her own and how she’d taken care of herself afterwards. In her imagination it hadn’t been Culann, though.

“You fucking piece of shit.”, Ray stammered, out of breath not only from the struggle. He’d pressed her so close to him, she could feel his body through the thin clothes she was wearing. It wasn’t only his abs that were surprisingly hard. “Such a filthy, filthy mouth.”, he breathed into her ear and her legs almost gave out from under her. Ray was utterly confused and horny at the same time. They were…friends, right? Sure, they had flirted before, but it had always just been a joke. He was teasing her, making fun of her. “Ajax.”, her voice was quiet and he could feel a shift in him. “Stop me, if you want to.” It wasn’t sarcasm, it wasn’t malicious, it was genuine. If she wanted to, she could stop this, could have stopped this at any point. She could sober herself up, force him to get away from her, but she didn’t. Not because she had forgotten, but because she didn’t want to. She liked this. She craved this. 

“I yearn for the day when we can cast aside the façade and embrace the chaos we’ve sown together.” Ray’s mind cleared. She turned around in his arms as he threw the book onto the couch. They were so close. Closer than they’d ever been before. She could smell his cologne and beneath, his natural scent, could see every little imperfection. She looked up into his icy eyes that were fixed on her. “You read it.”, she said, surprised. He smiled at her and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. The gesture made her breath hitch. “Bought it yesterday. I’m not as fast a reader as you, so I’m only on page two hundred something.” So, he’d spent almost the whole day before dinner reading. “Congratulations, you know how to chill.” “It’s a lot more fun with you around, though.”, he said almost inaudibly as he caressed her face. His mouth was so dangerously close to hers. They were so close, she could feel his heartbeat, could feel his blood pumping through his body. She could stop this. She could make him back off. She could make his heart stop with just her thought. Instead, she reached up and kissed him.

It was like the floodgates had opened. All the pent-up tension that had built up for more than a year exploded as they kissed frantically. She pushed him back against the wall that he hit with a thump. Their hands wandered, exploring each other’s bodies. But he didn’t overstep. Only when his hands moved underneath his shirt, so did his under hers. When she took off his shirt, he in return took off her top. “Fuck.”, she whispered as she looked at him, shirtless and hers. “Likewise.”, he laughed as he took off her bra and caressed her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and flicked her already erect nipple with his tongue before biting it lightly. Ray cried out and almost lost her footing, so she moved them to the bedroom. It was utter chaos in there, proving that she hadn’t in a million years believed this was a possible outcome for the day. But he didn’t see it. He only had eyes for her.

She opened his belt and he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him only in tight underwear that showed a perfect outline of his hard cock. Her mouth watered just glancing at it. She pushed him down to sit at the edge of the bed. He kissed along her stomach, reaching her waistband. With one clean sweep he pulled both her pants and underwear off. Good, because she’d been wearing some embarrassingly old panties today.

She stood in front of him now, completely naked. Embarrassment rose in her as she compared his perfectly sculpted body to hers. She couldn’t understand why he wanted her or maybe he was just horny and she was simply there. She tried to move, but he’d grabbed her ass as he kissed along her hips. As if he’d read her thoughts, he looked up, right into her soul. “You’re so god damn beautiful, you know?” She didn’t know. But before she could reply, he pulled her down onto the bed, right beneath him. He parted her legs with his body as he kissed her with such passion, she couldn’t form a coherent thought anymore. His still restrained erection brushed against her delicate spot, making her moan. “Oh, I love that sound.”, he growled into her ear. Her body burned with desire for him. She wanted him to touch every part of her and she wanted to touch all of him in return. He went lower and lower, kissing and biting while she scratched his back with one hand. The other caressed his head.

Still, he went lower and as he reached her thighs, she couldn’t help but move towards him. “Patience.”, he laughed as he kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. He took his time until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Ajax, please.” He looked up at her from in between her legs and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Please, what?”, he asked with a smirk. “Touch me, lick me, fuck me. Anything!” Her voice was thick with need for him. “Your wish is my command.” And finally, he ran his tongue along her. His strong hands held her legs apart as he dipped inside her, flicked her bud, drove her wild. She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the backside of his head and held him in place.

“Fingers.”, she ordered and he obeyed immediately. He covered one of his fingers in her slick and his spit and moved inside her. “More.” As the second finger joined the first one, she screamed out. “A little faster and harder.” Exactly like that. As she got closer and closer, she screamed profanities, screamed his name. “Come for me.” His voice reverberated through her body, sending her over the edge. He didn’t stop. He kept going at the exact rhythm she needed until she’d ridden out her high. When she signalled that she was done for the moment, he came back up to kiss her passionately. 

“I didn’t think you’d be such a good girl for me.” His smile paired with the look in his eyes made her immediately ache for more. “You want me to be a brat?”, she asked. “Later.” “Good, because I really need you to fuck me right now.” His eyes darkened. “Say please.” She swallowed hard. “Ajax, please, I need you to fuck me senseless right now.” He slid off the underwear he was still wearing and sat back on his knees. His throbbing erection was now free and well, large. “Please, please, please.”, she moaned as he guided it closer to her entry. He covered himself in her slick but he didn’t enter. “Look at me.”, he ordered and she obeyed. Slowly, so slowly, he entered and her eyes widened. He studied her face closely and stopped for a second when it felt like too much for her. She breathed in hard. “No, keep going.” “Pain can be good sometimes, right?”, he repeated the words she’d said to him ages ago. She nodded and bit as he continued. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Finally, he was inside her. All of him. “Fuck, Ajax. You’re so…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence as he started moving. Slowly, out and back in, as she got used to his size.

She had to focus to look at him. One hand was low on her abdomen, where he could feel himself through her skin. The thumb on his other hand he took to his mouth and licked it before lowering it to her clit and stroking in lazy circles. She would never be able to get this god like sight out of her head. He picked up the pace as she adjusted. Now, she was entirely unable to speak. She couldn’t even swear. All she could do was moan and scream and feel. “Shit, you feel so good. You take me so well, baby.” He lowered himself onto his arms, making her angle her legs and resulting in him hitting even deeper into her core. Her hands scratched along his back hard and as she came again, she drew blood. Instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace, making her scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Keep going, make me bleed.” He struggled to get the words out and she could feel how close he was. Her hands wandered, one hand now clawing into his ass, the other into his side. “Say my name.” He sounded utterly feral now. She obeyed. Again and again she screamed his name until he buried himself so painfully deep. He came with a roar that tore right through her body and brain. It was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. She could feel his hot cum inside of her and she was so glad that she didn’t need to worry about it. 

He collapsed onto her when he was entirely spent, burying her underneath his bulk. His weight felt calming as she hugged him tight. He breathed rapidly against her ear, she could feel his blood running through him, could feel it leaving his cock, spilling out of the wounds on his back.

They stayed like this for a while. Silent, except for their breathing. Ray’s mind began racing again. What if things got awkward now? What if he’d gotten what he wanted and he would leave? That was absolutely his right, of course. He owed her nothing after all. And she didn’t want or need anything from him, either. These past few days had been like a beautiful fever dream and now it was over and…  he kissed her. Carefully. He lifted himself onto his forearms to gaze down upon her. She’d expected to see indifference on his face, but the way he looked at her took her breath away. She’d never seen him like this. Vulnerable and soft. “Do you need anything?” The question made all of her worries fly away. “Uhm, no…well, maybe. I need to take a shower.” Not because she was covered in his sweat and scent, she quite enjoyed that, but because she absolutely needed to heal her downstairs area. It had been a while since she’d last had sex and even longer that she’d been fucked like that, if ever. “Of course.” He pulled out and sat back down on his knees in front of her. “Do you need any help?”, he asked concerned. “No, I’ll be fine.”, she answered. And groaned as she stretched her legs and sat up. Fuck, she was in an even worse state than she’d thought. She was too proud to let it show, though. Slowly, she moved to get up. And immediately sank back down onto the bed as her legs didn’t support her. Ajax was by her side immediately. He swiped her hair out of the way and kissed the tattoo on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I got a little caried away.” “No, no, it was good…really fucking good, I’m just not used to…that.” ‘That’ was vague on purpose. ‘That’ was his dick, his strength, his enthusiasm, her feelings. One of his fingers traced down her spine, causing her to close her eyes and hum. “Do you want to?”, he asked as he reached right the base of her spine. “Hmm?” “Get used to it, I mean.” Her eyes opened with a start. He hadn’t noticed though, as he was studying her tattoos. What did he mean by that? Surely not… he must mean his size. Nothing else. “Uhm, I mean, uuuhhh…”, was her witty reply. He laughed and before she could stop him, he’d scooped her into his unbelievably strong arms and gotten up.

“Take a shower. Heal up. You can answer me later.” He carried her into the small bathroom and lowered her carefully back onto her legs, making sure she could support herself before he let go. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”, he quipped and he smacked her ass so hard, she lurched forward and had to steady herself on the edge of the bathtub. “You fucking piece of shit!”, she yelled but he was already out of the room. “You can return the favour later!”, was his answer. The throbbing of her cheek joined the rest of her body. She stepped into the tub and turned on the water. Steaming hot, just as she liked it. Didn’t matter that it was still hot as fuck outside, she needed her skin to burn right now.

She bend the water to clean up every part of her body before she concentrated on healing herself. Her insides had been in a worse state than she’d thought. She let out a sigh as the pain began to subside. Now she could see that Ajax had also bitten harder than she’d assumed. Bruises were forming along her body and Ray was sure that her ass sported an imprint of his hand. For a moment she debated whether or not she should heal all that. She quite liked how his marks looked on her body and she was one of those weird people that enjoyed pressing on a bruise. But no, it would be too weird if she healed everything except for this.

She stayed under the hot water for a while, just enjoying the heat before turning it off. She had no clothes to put on so, even though she was dry, she put on one of the gigantic fluffy towels she so loved. She’d expected Ajax to be gone or at least to be clothed and on his way out, but the sight in front of her made her jaw drop. He was lying in her bed, spread out naked like a Greek god, next to him a tray of fruit and snacks and a carafe of water. “Oh, no, no, no, that won’t do. This flat is officially a clothes free zone.”, his voice was playfully severe and he motioned for her to come closer. “First, this is my flat and I refute such a stupid rule.” She stepped a little closer, holding her towel tight. Her anxiety was now completely gone. This was her element. This was what she knew and what she was good at. “Second, a towel doesn’t count as clothes.” That bastard just sat there, lazily eating a grape, watching her. There was a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. “You know, when I said later to that whole brat thing, I didn’t mean now.�� Ray took a slow step towards the door to the living room. Ajax perked up, ready to pounce. “Too fucking bad. You should have specified.” They looked at each other like wild animals. He was the predator, she was the prey. The only question was, who would move first.

Ray did. She sprinted towards the door, opening it and slamming it in his face, but he was right behind her. Still clutching the towel, she jumped over the sofa to the other side of the room. She regretted not springing for a bigger apartment. “You little bitch. The more you struggle the more you will be punished.” He was in hunter mode now and Ray felt sympathy for anyone he’d ever been after. The man standing on the opposite side of the room was freaking scary and imposing. Adrenaline was pumping inside of her and her core was in knots. His cock was hard again and standing at the ready. She bit her lip. “Maybe I like the punishment.”, she hissed. He jumped and she ran into the kitchen. There was nowhere else for her to go, except the terrace, but she did not want to let the whole neighbourhood know what they were doing. The kitchen was kind of small and…tidy. He’d fucking tidied up when he got the food. Bastard.

He was blocking the doorway now and she was pressed against the sink. She had an idea. A terrible idea that was sure to make him mad. “You have nowhere to go. Come quietly and I might play nice.” She turned to look at him, catching his eye and holding his gaze. Slowly, she moved her arm towards the faucet. “Right. You bastard don’t know what nice means.” She threw an arm full of water towards him to slam him away from the door, but he’d expected that. He dodged and before she could move past him, he’d grabbed her. She screamed as he pressed her close to him for the second time today and he yanked the towel away from her.

“Oh, you bad, bad girl. You got rid of all the marks I left on your pretty little body.” Her naked back was pressed against his front. One hand held her close and aggressively fondled her breasts while the other was between her legs. “Don’t worry, I will make new ones.” His cock was throbbing against her naked ass as his hand slid along her folds. “God, you’re wet already.” It was true. Her face turned red at how embarrassingly quickly her body wanted him. But instead of admitting it, she struggled against him. He could take her right then and there. He could just thrust into her, make her scream again. “Fuck you.”, she spat out. “Your filthy mouth is just begging to be filled at this point.” And it was the truth. She longed to take his hard cock into her mouth. To choke on his length. So, instead of keeping her mouth shut, she proved him right. “Go to hell.” She hadn’t expected him to bite into the nape of her neck so hard that she gasped. He turned her around and the darkness in his eyes made her heart stop. If she didn’t know better, she would be scared. But they both knew that she was in control. She could stop this anytime.

“On your knees.”, he ordered and he pushed her down so hard she had no choice but to obey. Her face was now right in front of his cock and her mouth watered. All brattiness had left her body. Before he could say anything else, one of her hands was stroking him as the other cradled his balls. “Fuck, good girl.” She looked up at him and the feral look he gave her drove her wild. She opened her mouth but instead of taking him in, she licked the tip that was already leaking precum. His moans undid him. This man had no idea what was in store for him. She licked along his shaft while stroking him off lazily. His cock throbbed in her hand and she smiled right before she began taking him in. Slowly, she took him deeper and deeper, her tongue swirling around and licking his precum. He tried moving his hips, but she signalled him to stop. Not yet. She worked herself closer and closer to his base, taking deep breaths whenever she could and choking herself on him. Now it was his turn to swear profanities and to say her name like a prayer. His considerable size was a challenge and she doubted many had been able to take him like this. The thought made her a little proud and even more eager to please him. He held her hair out of her face like a gentleman and she gave him a sign to start moving.

He held her head steady by the hair as he fucked into her face. Careful at first, but more and more frantic as he realized that she could take it. One of her hands was still on his balls, kneading them as her other hand wandered between her legs. It was just a small release of the pressure she felt, but she knew she would get her turn later. The good thing about her power was that she could bend down the excess spit that would have made her cough and choke otherwise. Her knees began hurting on the cold tiles, but in the moment she wanted nothing more than to have Ajax cum right into her mouth. She could feel he was close. Until he hit her just as she was breathing in and she began coughing. He pulled out immediately to check if she was okay. “I’m fine.”, she said in between coughs, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled her back up on her wobbly legs to kiss her. “Fuck, baby, you did so good.”, he was genuinely impressed, but Ray was indignant. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth.” “Oh, no, I wouldn’t have. I have other plans.” 

He made her wrap her legs around his waist and carried her back into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. That bastard had planned that, the tray was already on the floor. “That wasn’t much of a punishment if you enjoyed it, don’t you think?”, he asked as he stood at the foot of the bed, lazily stroking himself as he looked her up and down. Like he was going to devour her. Ray got goosebumps. “I mean, I almost choked on your cock, so I’d say that’s punishment enough.” Her voice was cocky to goad him on. She had no idea what else he wanted to do to her, but she desperately wanted to find out. “Turn around, on your stomach.” She gave him a smile. “No.” “Ray.” She’d always loved how her name sounded from his lips, but this was something else entirely. “Ajax.”

He didn’t take any more of her shit. He straddled her and even though she did her best to struggle, he turned her onto her stomach without a problem. Then, he sat down so she was trapped. “You little fucking brat.”, he spat and she couldn’t see him, but she could feel what he was doing. He jerked himself off. “No, no, no.”, she protested, her pussy aching for the relief she’d counted on. He pushed down onto her back with one arm. She couldn’t move. She was helpless. “You don’t deserve to cum.” “Ajax, please!”, her voice was so needy, it was embarrassing. “Oh, no. Begging won’t help you. You’re a dirty little bitch and you don’t deserve this.” And when he said ‘this’, he touched the wet spot between her legs, making her squirm. “I know how much you want it.” He moved lower down so he sat on her legs, his dick so close to both holes she wanted filled. She moved her ass closer. And jerked back as his hand hit her cheek hard. She cried out. He hit her again and again, alternating hands and cheeks and she just knew he had the nastiest grin on his face. But she didn’t dare look. She just screamed into the pillow. Healing the bruises had been a terrible idea. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Right before she told him to stop in earnest, he already did. He lay his body down on top of hers, his dick between her ass cheeks. And he moved. Her tears turned from tears of pain to tears of frustration. He was so close. Just a little adjusting and he would be inside of her. But he didn’t let her shift. Instead, he bit into her neck, into her shoulder, never breaking skin, but leaving nasty, painful bruises. “Please, Ajax. I can’t-“ another bite made her yelp. “I can’t take it anymore. Please!” Her voice was full of the frustration she felt. He let up a little and turned her painfully so she could see him. “Are you sorry?”, he asked, his gaze was hard. “Yes!” “What are you sorry for?” “I’m sorry I got rid of the bruises you left on my body.” “Do you swear to never do it again?” “Yes, of course!” “I don’t think you understand. Do you swear to let my marks on your body heal naturally, even when I’m not around?” Ray’s voice caught before she could speak. What? Was he serious? He, of course, noticed her silence. “Do you swear?” She could feel him stroking himself again. “Okay, yes, I swear!” She would have said anything in that moment to get him to fuck her. He couldn’t be serious anyway. It was just a game. “And do you swear to always see me before the bruises fade so I can give you new ones?” Oh. “What?”, Ray asked, now completely confused. He lay down back on top of her, pressing her into the bed. His mouth was right by her ear when he said: “Do you swear to let me fuck you, to let me hurt you, regularly? Do you swear you will make time for me, to let me come to you whenever either of us wants to? Do you swear you will keep yourself safe so that I won’t have to worry about you when we are apart?” Her head swam. She was horny and confused and so fucking turned on and insecure. His cock throbbed against her back. She had no idea what she agreed to when she said: “Yes, I swear. Now please, please, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”, he said with an obvious grin in his voice. Before she could say anything else, he’d buried himself inside of her. The tears came back, now because of the pleasure and the release she felt. He fucked her hard and deep and she came almost immediately. “Say my name.”, it was more of a plea than an order, but she was happy to obey. Her body was in so much pain and her head was confused, but she relished in the first thing and refused to acknowledge the second. When she came back down from her admittedly very long high, he pulled out and she could feel hot ropes of cum shooting across her back. Another way to mark her as his, even though she didn’t quite realize it yet.God, she was so tired. The alcohol was completely out of her system now, making her sluggish. The fact that it was five in the morning didn’t help either. Ajax carried her back into the bathroom, but this time he carefully put her in the bath and turned on the water. She knew it was both because he wanted to take care of her and because he wanted to make sure she only healed what was necessary and not one bruise more. He carried her back to the bed when she was finished and tucked her underneath the blanket. As he returned from his own shower, she was already half asleep. They didn’t say a word when he cuddled up against her as the big spoon. He pulled her close and she used his arm as a pillow. It was surprisingly comfortable. Usually, she had trouble falling asleep even when she was tired, but his steady breathing and the beating of his heart were like a lullaby to her. She must have already been dreaming because she could have sworn she heard him say “You are mine.”

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Converse High

Min Yoongi x reader

Word count: 3k

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A/N: Hi! Not sure what to put here, but I did want to thank @maple-leaves-in-the-wind for kind of helping me with the plot. Love ya <3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

"This song was actually inspired by someone that Suga met one day at a convenience store,” Namjoon said.

The boys were doing some promotion of their new album The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1 at a radio station, when one of the hosts asked what made them come up with lyrics in ‘Converse High’.

“Yeah, I went to a convenience store near our dorm late at night because I was hungry and wanted something to eat, so I bought some ramen. There was this girl wearing red high tops, heating up her food, but the other microwaves were out of order so I had to wait until she was done so I could heat up mine. She must’ve known that I was behind her waiting because she asked if I wanted her to heat mine up too since she was already there,” he laughed at the memory.

He continued, “She was really cool and even gave me her secret ramen recipe that tasted really good.”

“So, thank you Suga’s mystery girl, for inspiring him and the hyungs to write this song,” Jimin said, looking into the camera.

“Did you ever get her name, hyung,” Namjoon asked, turning over to Yoongi. 

Yoongi thought for a moment, then chuckled. “You know, I don’t think I ever thought to ask.”

~

Why did this have to happen today?

I internally kicked myself for not realizing what we were supposed to be doing today. I continued to run through the park, dodging random passersby and the occasional low hanging tree branch before I made it to where the rest of the crew was set up.

The boys were filming a RUN BTS episode today that we were supposed to come early to help set up, but thanks to my faulty alarm and the fact that I didn’t have it on my schedule because we were constantly reminded of it, I totally forgot.

I eventually set my stuff down and quietly walked over to Yumi and started to take out my camera.

“What happened? Why are you so late,” she whispered, not wanting to have the camera pick it up even though we weren’t the ones who were wearing mic packs.

“Everyone thought you were dealing with a hangover for how late you are!”

“I know,” I whispered back, making sure my camera was in working condition. “But one, everyone should know that I rarely drink and two, I didn’t think that I needed to put it on my schedule because we were constantly getting reminded of it, but I guess I was wrong.” 

I snapped a couple of test pictures of the boys to make sure that everything was working fine before looking over a Yumi.

“Why didn’t you set an alarm, I literally texted you about this last night so you didn’t forget,” she deadpanned.

“I did set an alarm, but it didn’t go off so I guess I got to sleep in,” I quietly chuckled, scratching the back of my neck. 

Yumi smiled and shook her head, “You, my dear, are going to get in so much trouble.”

I groaned, “Please don’t remind me. I’m still trying to get over the lecture the director gave me last time I was late to a RUN shoot.”

~

I really need to start putting things in my schedule. Not only did I receive a massive lecture from the director telling me how irresponsible I was, I didn’t get to eat any of the snacks that were laid out for staff as punishment for not helping. 

It didn’t help that I didn’t get anything to eat on the way out of my house because I was too focused on making it here at a reasonable time, so I was basically running on nothing and the snacks were looking REALLY good right now, but as my stomach growled I sighed and walked away, not wanting to torture myself anymore.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to filming,” the director said, looking around to make sure everyone was ready.

Since we were filming this RUN BTS episode at a carnival, everyone got their own camera person and because of that, the rest of the crew- including Yumi and I- got to roam around and take pictures.

“So, we get to do whatever,” Hobi excitedly asked.

The director nodded and the boys started cheering. Their little celebration was cut a little short when the director spoke up.

“But, this is still a competition and there is a spy. You guys are going to have to figure out who the spy is by the end of the day in order to win, if you don’t, then the spy will win.” 

The guys simultaneously groaned and then started eyeing each other. The director continued to explain some of the rules, stating that everyone will be playing the games as normal.

“With that being said, you are free to do whatever you please.”

The guys made a run for any games they can get to the fastest. A couple of them went to the same game and started yelling at each other to go to a different game. The staff chuckled at their competitiveness, then started to part ways to record each of the boys.

~

Recording lasted about 3 hours and it was safe to say… I’m about ready to pass out.

Half way through the shoot, I had bought some mini donuts, but it was not filling and it made me feel a bit sluggish. Shooting had concluded and revealed Jungkook as the spy, much to everyone’s surprise and then the crew wrapped up. 

We were told that the carnival would be open for staff and the members if they wanted to go around and spend time together. Naturally, when we were told that, I immediately thought about leaving to find the nearest convenience store for some kind of food, but Yumi had to pull me from my thoughts. 

“Y/n! We should go play something! How about darts,” she asked as she started tugging me over to the stall.

I groaned.

“No, I’m really hungry and nothing here is filling. I’ve got to get something in me before I, either, die of starvation or simply pass out from low blood sugar,” I said as I tried to get out of her grasp.

She sighed, letting go of my hand and placing them out her hips. “Come on Y/n, just play one game with me and then I’ll let you go. You never know when you’re gonna get to go to the carnival again.”

I mirrored her actions and put my hand on my hips. “First of all, this carnival is going to be open tomorrow too, so we can go then,” I said, and she nodded in acknowledgement, “and second, you can get someone else to play with you. I promise I’ll play all the games you want tomorrow, okay?”

She paused for a moment before letting her hands fall to her sides and sighed.

“Okay… BUT! You’re gonna pay for my food AND we get on some of the rides too. Deal?”

She held out her pinky toward me. I playfully rolled my eyes and linked my pinky with her’s securing the promise.

“Deal! Now, I’m gonna go before I land face first into this dirt,” I said, walking away while waving to her.

She waved back and went over to some of the other staff standing by a booth. I walked over to where the camera crew was now disassembling their equipment and once I got to my bag, I started carefully taking apart my camera.

~

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as I looked over to the microwaves and saw that all but one were ‘out of order’ and the guy using it looked like he was going to be there for a while.

Just my luck, huh? 

I shook my head and sighed, but went to pick out my food while I waited for the microwave to be available. Walking through the aisles, looking for my ramen, and happily grabbing it when I found it, then walking over to the rows of coolers to get a drink.

I walked over to the counter and paid for my food, then headed back to the microwaves. Luckily the guy from before was done heating up all his food and now it was my turn. 

I peeled the top of the ramen container back and walked over to put some water in it from the drinking fountain next to the microwaves. Once I was done putting in the water, I moved back to the microwaves and started to heat up my ramen.

While I was waiting there, I heard the quiet shuffling of feet behind me followed by a sigh. I looked into one of the microwaves and saw Yoongi standing behind me.

I quietly chuckled and said, “Would you like me to heat yours up too?”

I heard a confused “huh?” and turned around to greet Yoongi, bowing slightly.

He returned the bow with the confused look still written all over his face. “How did you know that I was behind you?”

A smirk grew onto my face, “A great magician never reveals their secrets.”

The confusion grew deeper as his eyebrows furrowed ever more. 

At this point I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “I’m kidding, I heard feet shuffling behind me and I could see your reflection in the microwaves,” I said slightly turning toward the microwaves to point at them.

He slowly nodded at my explanation. The microwave beeped, letting me know that my food was ready. I pulled out my food, setting it off to the side before I turned back to Yoongi.

“Going back to what I said earlier, would you like me to heat that up for you too?”

“Oh! Yes please.”

I took the cup of ramen from him and put it into the microwave, putting in the recommended amount of time and then pressing start.

“So… what brings you here? I would’ve thought that you would be with the others right now at the carnival,” I said, leaning against the counter and stirring my ramen with some chopsticks that were nearby. 

He shrugged, “Well, Taehyung was trying to drag me to one of the rides, but I played the “I don’t feel good” card and no more questions were asked.”

Humming in response, I took a bite of my ramen. As I stirred my ramen ready to take another bite, the microwave beeped signaling that the food was ready. 

Yoongi moved to open the microwave as I grabbed some chopsticks to hand to him, earning a quiet “thank you” before he started mixing his food. Still leaning against the counter, I watched as he walked over to the condiments bar and started to dig around in the cooler.

He proceeded to take out a slice of cheese and put it on his ramen, closing the lid.

Huh. That’s interesting…

“Would you like to sit with me? It’d be nice to have some company,” I asked as I walked to a table near a window overlooking the street.

“Sure,” he said as he walked over to the table, taking the seat across from me.

I continued to eat my ramen as he stirred his and I couldn’t stop the question rolling off my tongue, “Did you come up with that?”

He looked up from his food and I pointed to noodles that had strings of cheese hanging on them. “Hmm? Oh, you mean adding cheese to ramen?”

I nodded.

He looked down at his food, “Nope, someone taught it to me a few years back. I thought it tasted really good so I’ve been eating it like this ever since.” I nodded and went back to eating. 

We quietly ate for a while which allowed me to finish my meal, setting it aside and reaching to pull out my phone from my back pocket until Yoongi spoke up.

“What about you? Do you put anything special in your ramen,” he asked before slurping down the rest of the noodles.

I hummed, “Coincidentally, I put cheese in my ramen too, but it’s something I’ve been doing since I was a kid. I used to call it my ‘secret recipe’.”

“Wait…”

I was a little confused at his reaction and even more so when his face lit up like a light bulb just went off in his head.

“Do you remember if you taught someone this secret recipe of yours a few years back,” he asked slowly.

Tilting my head and humming I tried to think back. “Um, I’d like to say I did, but I tend to forget things pretty easily so it’s a little hard to say. Why?”

“Because I don’t think this ‘coincident’ is a coincidence at all. I’ve been having a weird sense of deja vu since you asked me that question at the microwaves,” he looked at me while I was still confused.

I shook my head lightly, trying to wrap my head around this. “Wait, so we’ve met before?”

He nodded as a small smile started to form on his lips.

“Then how come I don’t remember you? I feel like I would’ve,” I said, brows furrowing. 

“Well, we had that run in back in 2015, so it makes sense that we wouldn’t recognize each other after 3 years. Plus, we weren’t that big in 2015 which also makes sense why you didn’t recognize me back then.”

Nodding, I hummed, taking all of this in. No wonder I thought it was interesting when I saw him add cheese to his ramen. 

Now that I thought about it a little more it should’ve tipped me off that we might've met before when I noticed him adding cheese to his ramen since I really only teach that to a select few.

“I have to say… it’s pretty cool that you still remember that day,” I said with a smile starting to form on my face.

“How could I not! Because of that little interaction, we were inspired to make a song,” he said nonchalantly, leaning back and crossing his arms. 

If I had something in my mouth at this exact time, I surely would've spit it out right now after the sudden epiphany I had hearing that statement.

“WAIT A SECOND! I’m ‘the girl from the convenience store’ that inspired you to write Converse High?!” I was quite literally at the edge of my seat as I leaned further over the table.

He was a little surprised at my reaction, but then looked to the side with a hint of a smile. “Well yeah, you kind of left a lasting impression with your ‘secret recipe’ and those red converse you wore.”

I chuckled at the thought of my converse leaving a lasting impression on someone so much so that they would write a song.

It was his time to lean forward, putting his elbows on the table and squinting his eyes just a bit, “How did you know that you were the girl that inspired Converse High?”

He dramatically gasped, putting a hand on his chest, “Were you secretly a fan back then and were just faking it to get close to me?” 

I snorted and waved him off, “Please, I barely knew who BTS was back then so don’t flatter yourself too much, Min Yoongi.”

A slight frown appeared on his face, leaning back with his cross once again, "And the reason I know about the inspiration behind Converse High is because when I was doing research on what group Big Hit managed when I applied as a photographer, so I happened to come across a certain video of BTS at a radio station talking about the song.”

“I just didn’t think that your ‘mystery girl’ would have been me,” I said with a shrug, leaning back and crossing my arms, almost mirroring Yoongi, but he seemed a bit taken aback from the mention of “his mystery girl”.

He lightly scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I might’ve talked about you a little too much in the dorms and that caused Jimin to think that I had a crush on you,” he rolled his eyes at how ridiculous Jimin’s thought was.

“In reality, I thought you were really cool and I was a little sad that I didn’t get your name because I wanted to get to know more about you. I remember the rest of the members scolding me for not asking your name” 

I giggled, the smile staying on my lips, “I thought you were pretty cool too, you know. Back then, I mean. I would’ve loved to get to know you more too.”

“Maybe it’s not too late. If you want, we could get to know each other over some coffee tomorrow?”

It was my turn to be dramatic, gasping and placing a hand on my chest. “Is THE Min Yoongi asking me out to coffee?!”

He chuckled at my overdramatic question, but nodded.

“I would love to! Oh, we would have to get coffee sometime during the day, though, because I promised Yumi that I would go to the carnival with her tomorrow night. But it’s nothing official, so you can join if you want. We could just hang out,” I said.

He put his hand to his chin, as if in thought, “Sure I don’t see why not.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as a smile grew on my face.

“Great, then it’s a date!”

He started to mirror my smile, “Great, I can’t wait, uh…”

My smile instantly fell. “Don’t tell me that you don’t know my name? I’ve been working with you for years!”

He laughed, “Of course I do, but just humor me this once. I’m trying to right a past wrong, ok?”

I lightly shook my head. 

“Fine.” I sighed, sticking out my hand toward him with a warm smile, “Y/n. Nice to meet you!”

He reached over and took my hand in his, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Yoongi.”

[darkravens-blogs]

Lucifer Morningstar x reader part two. This art is not mine credits to the artist again this is gonna be a series part one is already out im working on part three now.

You walk into your house and start to get ready you can tell that someone followed you but you couldn’t quite figure out who but despite that you still decided to get ready you put in a beautiful red wine dress (picture at the bottom of da page) and start to do your hair and makeup.”I can feel you lurching” you say in an “teasing” tone “I thought so”Lilith said as she came out with a knife you noticed this and say”what’s that for” you say as you tilt your head” to kill you you fucking bitch”she says in a angry jealous and venomous toned voice as she lunges at you with the knife.you dodge and look at her with a “wtf” face “ but wh-“ before you can finish your sentence she intent you again putting the knife to your throat.” Because now I’m gonna give you three options I kill you right hear and now or I let you live and you can leave heaven and not come back or you can skip the date stay hear but never see Lucifer again and you have to watch from afar as we have the life you wish you had”she offers you a few options”if I pick the threed option can I still at least see him and know he’s ok” she nods “yes you may but you can’t interact with him at all no matter what or I swear I will kill you” who pushes the knife further into you neck drawing blood”understand bitch” “yes I understand” “good” she backs away from you as she removes the knife from you neck “now pack you things and leave you’ll be staying down in hell so he can’t find you oh and wright a letter saying your leaving” “ok”

(Time skip cuz imma lazy hoe and tired)

“So y/n is leaving” Lucifer said l through teary eyes”yea she wrought you this letter tho and said smothered a parting gives attached to it or something like that”. Lilith said as she handed him the letter”I’ll leave you alone for a bit to process what’s happening”he got up and left as he read the letter and tears started to fall from his face the letter read.

Dear luci

I have to go away for a bit and I don’t know if I’m gonna be coming back any time soon and in case I don’t come back I want you to know that I love you lucifer I always have and always will no matter how long we’re apart I will love you now and always even if you sit love your self I’ll love you through thick and then bad and worse sickness and heath no matter what happens or where I am I will always love you and find you and so you don’t forget me I taped a pic of myself to this letter and a promise ring so I have to for fill the promise I made to you I have a matching one so we will always find each other so all you have to do is remember me and wear it around your neck or finger so we know it’s is us I love you luci always have always will till next time luci :).

Lucifer starred to cry he couldn’t believe it he had to find you he just had to to let you know how he felt too he was going to find you no matter who or what he to go through.

The dress you were gonna wear 👇

[s10127470]

My very first art post!

This was an idea given to me by a friend of mine.

A spin-off of Ed, Edd n' Eddy, where the titular trio have grown up to become cops!

I know that sounds wild, but if Space Ghost can become a late night talk show host and Birdman can become an attorney, I think this isn't off the table.

This is also real cathartic to think about as The Eds have gone from doing scams to busting scams!

Anyway, the premise of this spin-off goes like this.

Set 10 years after the events of the original series, The Eds, all now 22, have gain traction as being local heroes of Peach Creek after stopping a series of crimes that were occurring while they were in their areas of occurrence.

All thanks to Ed's strength, Edd's brains, and Eddy's wits.

Kevin, still being their close friend following the events of Big Picture Show and having become a police officer, has noticed this and thought the trio would be perfect police material.

They were unsure at first, but eventually, they accepted the offer.

And now, the trio are using their special skills to bust crime and protect the fine people of Peach Creek from danger.

As usual, whenever there's a case, they always go together as a trio.

Though every once in a while, Kevin will tag along.

As for their roles on the force.

Eddy is the still the leader of the trio, and now uses his wits and cunning to help catch criminals.

He's able to read people like a book, and can tell when someone's guilty.

And if he can't get them to talk, he can use one of his famous torture techniques.

But when things get rough, Eddy isn't afraid to fight back!

He may not be the strongest or the most skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but he's pretty quick and specializes in dodging attacks.

He also uses a yo-yo to capture and trip up criminals, and his infamous El Mongo Stink Bombs to incapacitate them.

Edd is still the brains of the trio, making him perfect for the role of a detective.

He's always on the look-out for clues and is able to hack into just about anything.

Whenever he's in a pickle, Edd relies on his trusty slingshot and a collection of special balls with a wide variety of effects, ala Green Arrow's.....arrows.

Ed is still the muscle of the trio, and that incredible strength really comes in handy for the force.

With him now being skilled in hand-to-hand combat, Ed is even more of a force to be reckon with than ever before.

The crooks will know to think twice when trying to fight a guy who's capable of picking up an entire house over his head!

[commodorez]

i just woke up from a nap with a really intense dream

i drove my mom like a maniac to a house party after getting in some sort of vehicular combat. it was in this chaotic rich person house that a friend of mine from the vintage computing community was staying at. and i think my old boss's ex girlfriend was living there too. the rich people who owned it had a bunch of dogs who were very loud and bitey and mean. i was trying to find shoes for something, and taking pictures with film cameras that were difficult to use

then in walks this guy who used to run an event, and he's got... steve wozniak with him. the legendary woz himself. and suddenly me and 3 other people (including both woz and my friend) are all wearing jean jackets. then woz is asking about the weird old film cameras ive got as i take everyone's pictures with them.

and then i bent his ear, and i asked to show him the cactus, and he followed me to see it! so we traversed this labyrinthian house to get the flight case where the cactus was stored, dodging past all these people and poor rich people house design choices, and woke up the dogs and rich people who were lounging like bemused teenagers. we got the cactus case and went back upstairs to the party area to some desk space to start setting up, and i fumbled my demonstration trying to reassemble some stupid macbook pro with a messed up pram battery or whatever, and the dream ended before i could get beyond that to set up the cactus itself

it was so disorienting and so real feeling and i feel very out confused about the border between reality and dream fugue state

[slytherinspired]

Tell Me About the One Who Loved Him - A Sirius Black Imagine - Part V

I stood in front of him, my hand trembling as I pointed the wand at his chest, doing everything I could not to let the fear in my gut show on my face. The house-elf had known immediately—I was a Black, just like him. A bitter confirmation of what I had feared for years. 

I’d suspected the truth for a long time, ever since we moved to England when I was ten. My stepfather had accepted a new position at the Ministry of Magic in London, a move my mother fought bitterly against. I remember the screaming matches, her green eyes blazing with fury, accusing him of putting us all in danger. Eventually, she gave in, claiming it would be fine, that she’d find work in London. But something about it felt wrong, even then. 

We arrived in the summer, and soon after, I received my Hogwarts letter. I’d never heard of the school before—it wasn’t something we spoke much about back in Italy. My mother was evasive when I asked her about it. Days before I was due to leave, the news broke. Sirius Black, one of the most dangerous murderers in England, had escaped from Azkaban. 

I remember how my mother’s face drained of colour when she heard. She was hysterical, insisting we return to Italy immediately. I didn’t understand why she was so scared. My stepfather, Charlie, assured her that the Ministry would catch Black and that I’d be safe at Hogwarts. But my mother—she couldn’t be calmed. She left the house in tears, leaving Charlie to shrug helplessly at me. "You know how your mother gets," he said, trying to downplay it. 

That night, curiosity gnawed at me. I fished the discarded Daily Prophet from the trash and studied the moving picture of Sirius Black, wild-eyed, his face twisted in anger as he gripped his prison number. His hair was long, unkempt, but he didn’t look as old as I expected. I was drawn to that picture. I stared at it for hours, feeling a strange pull, a connection I couldn’t explain. 

My first year at Hogwarts was normal enough—friends, lessons, the usual. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Some of the professors seemed to look at me differently, like I was a puzzle they couldn’t quite solve. Professor Lupin always averted his gaze when we passed in the halls. Professor Snape glared at me with a disdain I didn’t understand. And Professor McGonagall, she had this...sadness in her eyes whenever she looked at me, like she knew something I didn’t. Something important. 

That summer, I came home with a nagging suspicion. My mother never spoke of my real father. All I had was the vague story that he died in some accident. But she always dodged questions, and I never pushed—until then. I started snooping, going through old things at my grandparents' house when we visited Italy. I found nothing at first. Until, one evening, a little old woman who ran the local bookstore told me my mother had lived in England before I was born. She had returned to Italy, pregnant and alone. 

I felt the world tilt around me. My mother had hidden an entire life from me. And England—it all made sense now. Why she was so terrified of going back. Why she had that haunted look every time she saw me. 

Then I found it. An old Daily Prophet clipping. Sirius Black’s face, screaming silently in his prison uniform, right there in my grandfather’s desk. It was the only issue he kept. Why? Why had he saved that, and nothing else? 

When I went back to Hogwarts for my third year, I told my best friend, Felice. "What if he’s my father? Sirius Black... What if that’s why my mother’s so scared?" 

She didn’t laugh. She didn’t call me crazy. She told me that maybe it was time I found out who I really was. 

And now, here I was, standing in this dark kitchen, holding a wand I barely knew how to use, facing the man from the photo. Sirius Black, the murderer. My father. 

His eyes—silver and cold—locked onto mine, and I saw it. The resemblance. He wasn’t some monster from the papers. He was...me. 

“What are you doing in my house?” His voice was harsh, hiding something—panic? Rage? I didn’t answer, too frozen, my mind swirling with everything I’d learned. My heart pounded so loudly; I wondered if he could hear it. 

“Kreacher!” he bellowed, and the house-elf appeared instantly, glancing disinterestedly at me. “Did you let someone in?” he demanded. 

“No, master,” Kreacher replied with a bow. “Master told Kreacher not to let anyone in.” 

“Then why is there a stranger in my kitchen, holding my wand?” 

My grip tightened, my hand shaking even more now. I couldn’t speak.  

Kreacher turned his large eyes toward me, calm and indifferent. “The House of Black will always open for a member of the family, master. No spell can stop that.” 

Sirius’s breath hitched. His eyes scanned me, from my trembling hand to my face, realization dawning slowly. 

“Step out,” he ordered, his voice softer now, as though he already knew the answer but needed confirmation. 

I stepped forward, out of the shadows, and for the first time, he saw me fully. His mouth fell open slightly, and for a moment, I thought he might faint. 

Those were his eyes staring back at him, sharp and piercing. His expression, the slight smirk that tugged at my lips even though I didn’t feel like smiling—it was his. 

“Hello, father,” I whispered, the words bitter on my tongue. 

The man who had haunted my nightmares, the murderer. My father. 

With Felice by my side, we spent every free moment scouring the Hogwarts Library for anything we could find about Sirius Black. At first, it felt like an impossible task—someone had done a remarkable job erasing almost every trace of him. Every record, every mention of his name, wiped clean like he never existed. It was maddening. But there was something stubborn in me, a part of me that couldn’t let go. Maybe I wasn’t ready to accept that he could be my father, but the idea had rooted itself in my mind. It became this absurd, obsessive quest. Felice and I even joked about it when we were exhausted from our studies, like it was some ridiculous game we played in secret. 

But it wasn’t a game. It was me desperately trying to fill in the blank spaces of who I was. 

We got into trouble often, sneaking into places we didn’t belong, creeping through the restricted sections of the library or archives. Professor McGonagall caught us so many times, dragging us into her office for detention. Her lips always pressed into a thin line of frustration, but it was her eyes that got to me. She wasn’t surprised by our behaviour. She wasn’t even really angry. There was something else—like she knew what I was searching for, and it pained her. 

One day, after weeks of dead ends, Felice pulled out an old, dusty Quidditch record from the library archives. We weren’t even hopeful anymore—it was our last effort, scraping the bottom of the barrel. We were flipping through the pages, skimming over the Gryffindor team lists from decades ago, when Felice suddenly stopped. 

“Look at this,” she whispered, her finger hovering over a name. 

Sirius Black – 5th year. Chaser. 

My heart skipped. We exchanged a glance before feverishly turning the pages until we found the section with photographs. And there he was. 

The picture showed him, handsome, with black, slightly curly hair, his smile wide and radiant, looking carefree. My heart pounded as I stared at the moving photograph—his hair, the curve of his mouth, the glint in his eye—it was like looking into a mirror. 

Felice nudged me. “I know everyone says you look like your mom, but… damn, girl, this... this is eerie. You’re practically the same person.” 

I could hardly breathe. My hands shook as I traced the edges of the photo, my mind spinning. Was this it? Was I right all along? 

I wasn’t even looking into his eyes anymore—I was looking into my own. 

I cried that night. Curled up in my dormitory bed, biting the pillow to muffle the sobs that wracked my body. Everything I had feared was true. My father wasn’t dead. He wasn’t a mystery. He was alive, out there somewhere, running from the Ministry. And worse—he was a murderer. 

In the days that followed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My father was a killer. He had destroyed people’s lives, shattered families, and he had hurt my mother. The woman who never spoke of him, who had fled from England to Italy, to hide from him. She had loved him once—how could that be? How could she have loved someone who turned to the Dark Lord’s side? Or maybe she didn’t know? Maybe he’d deceived her, the same way he deceived everyone else. 

The thought tormented me. Had my mother been protecting me all these years, shielding me from the truth of my own bloodline? From the darkness that might be inside me, too? Was that why she had run? To keep me from the shadows lurking in my heritage? 

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let it define me. If the Ministry couldn’t catch him, then I would. I would track him down. I would be the one to end it—to end him. Not for myself, but for her. For all the hurt he had caused her. 

He wasn’t my father. He was a monster. A killer. And I was going to stop him. 

That determination was what carried me through the next few months. And now, here I was, standing face to face with him, my wand pointed straight at his chest. Sirius Black. He looked ragged and worn, nothing like the man from the Quidditch photo, nothing like the father I had imagined. He was just... a fugitive. A broken man. 

But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let him fool me. He was dangerous, and I was ready. My hand shook, but I didn’t lower my wand. 

“Do you even know who I am?” I asked, my voice low, barely more than a whisper. 

He stared at me, something unreadable passing over his face. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his mind, piecing things together. And then, for the briefest moment, I saw it—a flicker of recognition. 

“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I know.” 

Something twisted in my chest, a mixture of anger, grief, and confusion. But I couldn’t let myself feel any of it. Not now. 

“I’m not your daughter,” I spat, my voice shaking with emotion I couldn’t control. “You’re not my father. You’re nothing but a murderer.” 

His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. I didn’t move. My wand stayed trained on him, but I could feel the tremor in my hand growing stronger. 

“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” he said softly, his voice almost pleading, “but it’s not true. You don’t know the whole story.” 

“Don’t you dare,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare try to justify it.” 

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But more than anything, I wanted to end it. To end him. 

But as I stood there, staring into the face of the man I had spent so long hating, I realized something. 

I didn’t know the whole story. But maybe... just maybe, I wanted to. 

[rancidpancakebatter]

Your Initials and Mine | Prt 2 - [P.P.]

Pairings: TASM!Bisexual!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Prompt: "peter parker writes your initials next to his on the back of his skateboard, when he daydreams about you"

Original Post | Personal Headcannon

Summary: Eyes are the window to the soul, but so is art. Peter's is bare before you if only you could translate it.

Word Count: 6.3k words

Content: Ben's Death, Swearing, Mentions of bruises (Peter needs to get better at dodging),

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A/N: Some fluffy, fluffy fluff for ya’ll. 

Peter’s house felt very much like a home. It was a space that was well cared for but also lived in. If you looked closely, you could see scuff marks under the dining room table where the chairs slid in and out. You could see loose threads on the quilted throw over the couch. There were knicks and dents on the pots hanging in the kitchen. And notches in the wood door frame down the hall. Love oozes from each and every “imperfection.” The subtle smell of cinnamon was in the air, and heat radiated from the oven. 

You followed Peter up the stairs to his room and saw many photos adorning the walls. You had spent hours staring at them before. Laughing at memories and tales May would share. She had once pulled out a few photo albums. There was a smile in each picture. A history filled with such joy, but also great tragedy. 

That was a Sunday evening about two weeks ago. May was looking a little brighter during your visits. There was a rosiness to her cheeks now, and her hair was shinier. She was looking better. She brought out cookies while you talked and apologised for Peter’s absence, like she did every week. While catching up, she caught you staring at a picture on the coffee table. She reached for the frame, tracing over her husband’s silhouette with a small smile on her face. 

“This was our first trip to Coney Island.” She spoke softly as if lost in the memory now- transported back to those many years ago. 

“Ben used to take me on dates there all the time. He liked trying to win me prizes, and I liked the excuse to be so close on the rides.” She chuckles, a small tear escaping her eye. “We hadn’t been in years. Our bodies got older and our days got busier. But then Peter entered our lives.” 

She pushes the photo towards you and points to the little boy on Ben’s shoulders. He looked small but full of joy. His hands wrapped around his uncle’s chin as if trying to hug him from high above. His hair is falling on his cotton candy-covered face- tufts of pink sticking to his cheek and dried sugar around his lips. His head tilted to rest on the older man’s head, but his mouth hung open, exclaiming in delight. The Ben in the photo looked the same, only with fewer wrinkles and salt-and-pepper hair.  

“We decided to take him that summer; he had been living with us for a few months by then…This was his first smile with us.” Her eyes turn down as she pauses for a moment. 

“Ben and I…we were so afraid that…we wouldn’t be enough— that we didn’t know what we were doing. We didn’t have as much money as his parents, we weren’t as smart, and we just…weren’t them. And we were so scared that we wouldn’t be able to give him all he needed.”

You reach for May’s hand, soft with age and always slightly cold. “You and Ben did a phenomenal job. Peter is a good boy; he’s brilliant. And he loves you so much.”

She gives you a polite squeeze before wiping at her face. You hand her a Kleenex and she offers you a teary-eyed smile. “He’s so young. He’s already lost his parents, and now Ben…I’m all he has.”

You felt rude, but you couldn’t help from asking, “Peter’s mentioned before that his- his parents kinda left him here. What happened? Why would they do that?”

May sighed. It was a tired sigh, one of true exhaustion. 

"Technically,” She began, “they didn’t leave him here. They had an emergency business trip and dropped him off to stay here for a few days...but then their plane crashed."

You suddenly understood just what she meant before. Peter knew true tragedy. Your heart broke for him, but then you looked at his smile. Peter had lost much, but he has gained so many things that are just as beautiful. You felt your soul fill with an iron determination. 

You squeezed May’s hand, “He has me too.”

She squeezes back, smiling- a look of gratitude etched into her eyes. After a moment, she admits that it’s been a long time since she’s gone through the photo albums, and she was scared to do it alone. You went through two with her that night, listening to stories and asking questions about faces you didn’t recognise. It was nice. 

But upstairs was mostly uncharted territory. The pictures hung here were foreign. You were nervous, finally entering Peter’s space.

The aged-cream paint added a warmth to the space, though you couldn’t see much of it. There were pockets of the wall poking out between all the posters and pictures on the wall. You had seen some of Peter’s doodles, but if you had to guess, he preferred to display his art instead of trapping it between the pages of a bound journal. Peter is very humble, and you’re sure if you called what he had hung up “art,” he would scoff and tell you it wasn’t that good, but to you, it was art. 

He could tell he liked to play around with mediums. You could see charcoal fingerprints staining pages of portraits and city landscapes. As well as coloured pencils and graphite. There was inkwork scattered about, adding pops of colour in the mix of blacks and greys. And you realised he wasn’t exaggerating before in his embarrassed defence, he truly did have a lot of drawings on his wall. 

There was a mix of chaos and order to their hanging. For the most part, they were evenly spaced and displayed around the walls over his bed and dresser. But then there was his desk. 

Peter was definitely a messy artist, turning chaos into beauty. There were notebooks sprawled across the wooden surface. Only a layer of polish protected the lumber below from splotches of paint- evidence of opting out from the pallet and just using the surface.

Impressions from the pencils haphazardly strew about were woven into the grain, forever a part of its story. There were scrapes and notches that you wanted to befriend. And it was all basking in a soft yellow glow from a single bulbed lamp, bent at the elbow in an awkward way that could only be to benefit a very specific angle he needed. 

Your eyes drifted to the wall above the desk. There were layers and layers of drawings overlapping and tacked to the wall, almost as if he had never taken one down. Your eyes darted around wildly, unable to pinpoint just one to look at. You traced the lines as they blurred together like a less mind-melding optical illusion– still mindblowing to behold. It reminded you of an overgrown garden, the leaves and petals intermingling together to create one living, breathing thing. You wanted to carefully examine each one, to take them into your hands and care for each one. 

Your eyes scanned from top to bottom trying to digest each one. You recognised some– the courtyard at school, the empire state building, May and Ben, his camera on his desk– but then you saw something you hadn’t really expected. Sure, you had both made jokes, and so had others, but you didn’t truly expect to be on his wall. And yet, here you were, locked in a game of blink with eyes that looked like yours.

They looked alight, as did the smile on your face. You looked excited. You vaguely remember Peter snapping a picture like that after he pointed out a bug he saw on the ground. You wondered if he used that as a reference. 

You saw another, this time from your side profile. Your hand was in your hair and you were mid-laugh. This one seemed to move and breathe. You doubted he had a picture of that. You could count on one hand the number of times Peter had taken a picture of you, mostly because you always covered your face in embarrassment anytime his lens was directed towards you. And if you didn’t catch it beforehand, you would hear the shutter and scold him, slapping him in the arm. Peter often sketches when he talks to you, you just never imagined he would be drawing you. 

These pictures were like looking into a mirror. 

No, not quite. 

This was different. In the mirror, you see your flaws and every hair out of place, but here, they were made beautiful. You were seeing through Peter’s eyes, peering at yourself through soft lines of graphite and charcoal. You felt delicate. You felt seen. But even when staring at yourself; you feel like you see Peter more. 

This was his heart fully bared before you. Before you was all the pain and triumph, and all the things he felt were important enough to capture. You were almost overwhelmed by the thought.

Peter watched with bated breath as you spun around his room with a fist over his mouth. You were wearing an expression he had seen in the classroom when you were thinking hard. He’d always found it adorable, the way your face would scrunch as you would study your books, but now he found it terrifying. Most of the time, when people look at his work, they give him vague compliments, not really having the knowledge to truly comment on it. But you were different. 

He didn’t know if you knew much about art, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you did. But more so, he just valued your opinion the most. Something about you was completely captivating. You were so sweet and kind- but also fierce and powerful. He didn’t think he was as cool as you, but he wanted you to think so.

He watched as you examined each piece, a small smile that rivalled the Mona Lisa etched into your face– like you held all the answers to the universe but refused to share them with him. 

He felt his heart leap when your head lifted from the desk, and you now gaze upon “the wall.” 

It started out very small. He would put his pictures up as a kid. Then he would sit at his desk and redraw the image, hanging that one up to do it all again until finally- he had a passable one. As his skills improved, he didn’t need to redraw as much, but it’s not like he had anywhere else to put them. They continued to grow and multiply, and he let it happen. Now it has become a scrapbook of sorts. Each piece is a snapshot of the stages of his life. 

He knew exactly when you saw it. You were bent forward slightly over his desk, as close to the drawings as you could be without touching them. You were treating his room like a museum, your arms tucked behind your back as if you let them free- you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from reaching forward and tracing the pencil strokes. But then you froze. Your shoulders tensed ever so slightly under the razor-back tank top you were wearing. Then you slowly leaned away, standing straight, before tilting your head to the side. 

You said nothing as you gazed at your portraits, and Peter wasn’t sure if he would be comforted by anything you had to say. He was terrified that- instead of feeling flattered- you would feel weirded out. Especially if you had seen the ones now buried under portraits of his Uncle Ben. He had been drawing him a lot, terrified that he was already forgetting his face. 

He heard you sniffle and was shocked out of his spiralling thoughts. He took a tentative step forward to stand beside you, looking over your form as you hugged yourself. 

“Are you okay?”

You wiped at your face, feeling your cheeks warm in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You gave Peter a smile, a genuine and full one, despite your wet eyes. “They’re beautiful.”

Peter scratched at the nape of his neck, ducking his head as if trying to dodge the compliment. 

“Thanks,” he said barely above the wind. 

“Really,” you insisted, “You should submit some of this. I’m sure you could win some ribbons or whatever they give you.”

He chuckled and you joined in.

A few more quiet moments passed as you took in everything you could, but then, Peter reminded you that you were here to study. 

You both settle onto the bed, cross-legged, backs against the wall, and knees touching. Peter goes over some of the questions you have and tries to explain them in a way that makes sense to you. You can’t dedicate your full attention to his words though, because every way in which he moves feels like a dance, and you’re enamoured by the choreography. His pen twirled around his fingers with a speed and precision you’d never seen before. You can’t help but think he would make a great drummer. As he talks, you catch general concepts of what he’s saying, but the details are lost in the blur of his ballpoint pen.

His leg is also bouncing around. It is just as quick. Short little bounces creating little shock waves from his knee. The bed around you shook so quickly that it was almost like nothing was moving at all. The only evidence was your books slowly moving away, drifting further into the dip between your legs. 

You feel almost like you’re being hypnotized. His gentle voice lulls you into a calm as he explains the difference between each of Henry’s wives, as his fingers drew you in. You honestly didn’t know how long you were entranced, but the spell was broken when he stood suddenly. 

You looked at him confused and he let out an embarrassed chuckle before dropping his head. 

“Sorry, I- uh. I’m sorry, I’m not very good at explaining this stuff. And I’m like, shaking you, or whatever.”

As he stood, his hand was scratching the back of his neck, and his pen continued to twirl at his side. Your heart gave a painful thump. It yearned for him. His smile. His joy. Before you knew what you were doing you were on your feet. Your hands reached for his, his pen awkwardly pressing against your palms. Words spilt from your mouth with a lack of any sophistication or grace. 

“No, no, It’s not your fault. I just…spaced out a bit. I’m sorry. From what I did catch, you were doing an amazing job. I- would it help if you drew it out? Or we can do something else. Or I can-”

A small chuckle falls from his lips, and yours stop moving, too focused on his. His other hand has untangled from his hair and now sways at his side. He finally meets your eyes, and you think you may have stopped breathing entirely. His gaze was curious- as if he was trying to read your mind. You wondered what thoughts he was pulling forward. 

“Okay.” You look at him confused, and his heart seizes because you're looking at him like that with your cute little frown and scrunched brows, and you’re still holding his hand from when you rushed to accommodate his buzzing nerves. After a failed attempt to calm his racing pulse, he expands on his one-word reply. “I think if we draw out a timeline that would be helpful- a good reference point for you.”

You nod your head in agreeance and feel your cheeks flush when he slowly withdraws his hand from yours. His hands were warm, but not soft like May’s. His hands were rough— cracked around the ridges— and they were firm, strong. You felt like they could hold up the world, but hoped he would never have to suffer the same penance of Atlas. 

Peter sat back down and pulled a notebook that had been laying around into his lap. He tried explaining again, drawing little characters for each historical figure next to the line marking their significance. He would periodically quiz you on the person, seeing how much you knew, and you were both surprised by how much you had retained. 

Once the timeline was complete you thanked Peter for his help. He of course brushed it off as nothing, but you knew it wasn’t. You insisted that you would help him with something, but he continued to insist that he didn’t need any. After your relentless persistence, you settled on working through some calculus practice problems in the textbook. The agreement was you would both solve the same five, then check them against the other, and then consult the answer key. Truthfully you weren’t very excited to do math on a Saturday afternoon, but you wanted to help Peter. You wanted to be there for him like you told May you would. 

You were both scribbling away, occasionally nudging the other and making jokes about “keeping your eyes on your own paper.” It was nice. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you threw your arms up and declared that you were finished. 

“Great! What did you get for the first one?” 

The confused pout returns to your features. 

“You’re done?” You ask, almost sounding a little disappointed. 

Peter nods and turns his paper to show you. The college rule is not well utilized. Peter had the notebook balancing on his knee at an angle but still elected to write top down, making the equations crooked when you looked at it. In the spaces between, he had doodled vines of pothos wrapping around the jumble of letters and numbers. 

You were embarrassed that he could do all that before you even finished, but at least you got the same answers. You didn't remain bitter for long, melting when he flashed you that timid, tight-lipped smile. 

“That’s really pretty,” you said, tracing your finger across the vines. “It would make a great tattoo.”

Peter’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the thought of his drawings of you becoming a part of your body. 

“Really?” he asked with high brows. 

“Yeah, it would make a really cool band.” Your fingers mapped a path along your forearm where you thought the ivy should bloom. “See?”

Peter couldn’t help but agree. He turned to his bag, riffling through it before finding the treasure he sought. He dramatically pulled out a Sharpie looking to you for permission. You placed your arm in his lap, and he gave you an award-winning grin as he uncapped it. 

His hands were once again holding you, his touch gentle as he gingerly tilts your arm so he can begin drawing. 

“If you hate it, we can wash it off.” he jokes before you feel the felt touch down on your arm. 

It tickled a bit, and the ink was cold, but quite frankly you didn’t care. Not when Peter was bathed in the golden light of his lamp, the curve of his nose and the cut of his jaw glowing and eyes sparkling in the low light. This felt intimate, and your heart was racing the longer you looked at him. So you elected to look away, unsure your body could handle the feelings coursing through you. 

You continued studying the wall in front of you, going over every sketch and memorising every line. After about five minutes, you noticed something sort of out of place. It looked more like blueprints than a drawing. You couldn’t really tell what it was from this far, unable to read the scrawl around the page, but it looked complex. Beside it, you saw what looked like rough drafts for an odd costume, and a bright yellow post-it note that read “SPANDEX!!!” 

Before you could examine it much further you were distracted by a tickling feeling by your elbow. 

“Try, not to move,” Peter said in a hushed whisper as he cradled your arm closer to his chest, almost as if he were hugging it. “I’m almost done.”

You apologised, laying your head against the wall, looking for shapes in the popcorn ceiling. Peter grew a smirk, feeling your pulse quickening under his touch. If he was honest, he was just as nervous, holding you this close. His mind raced at the thought that you wanted him to draw on you, that you were willing to let his fingers roam over your smooth skin. 

He decided to change the design slightly, wanting to give you something unique and different– something he thought captured you better, how he felt about you better. He first traced where the vine would be, then added the leaves. When he was done, he tapped your arm to get your attention. 

You turned your head and gasped when you finally saw it. The vine wrapped around your wrist like a wreath before branching off and spreading up your forearm. They bent and wove around each other, creating a bouquet of leaves. There were the Pothos leaves that he had drawn many times, and also some that looked reminiscent of Creeping Jenny’s. 

But the leaves that caught your eye were the heart-shaped ones. You doubted Peter knew much about Dioscorea Bulbiferas or that Philodendron Hederaceums were one of your favourite plants. He drew hearts because he wanted to, and you melted at the thought.

Around the leaves, he drew clusters of stars– little hollow circles, crosses with spires connected like webbed flippers in the middle, and faux freckles– sprinkled across the expanse of your arm, filling the empty space.

“Do you like it?” Peter asked timidly. 

“Like it?" You scoffed, "Peter, it’s amazing! Have you ever considered designing tattoos? Because you should. Seriously, this is fucking gorgeous.”

You continued to gush and Peter’s face continued to redden as your compliments continued to pour. 

“I messed up here a little,” he says, humble as ever, as he twists your arm to show you where the line work got shaky by your elbow. 

You didn’t realise how close you were sitting before, but now as your thighs are pressed against one another’s and his thumb is rubbing circles on the soft flesh on the inside of your arm, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. 

“Please,” you teased. “Even your small blemishes puts my art to shame.” 

You thought the way he dodged eye contact was cute, especially with the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. But the way he looked at you, like you already had a home in his heart, made you feel bold. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, as you slid your fingers between his. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as your other hand traced the lines he had drawn. 

You were delighted when you felt his head rest on yours, reciprocating the affection with a squeeze of your hand.

“Careful,” he warned. “You’re already my muse, you don’t want to be my favourite canvas too.”

You couldn’t imagine why that would be a problem and told him as such.

“Well, when I find a fun, new canvas," he explained, "I draw until I run out of room.”

You thought of his skateboards and his class notes and reallized he was right. But you also realised something else. You lifted your head, fixing your gaze on him, and felt yourself drowning in pools of hot cocoa.

“That works for me.”

You watched as his eyes darted around your face, this time with a look of disbelief but also reverence. Your faces were so close you could feel the shallow breaths leaving his nostrils. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. And you wanted more.

It seems you weren’t alone in that thought as Peter began to lean in. His nose nuzzled yours and your lips parted as your eyes fluttered shut. Peter had never seen anything as beautiful. You practically melted under his touch, and it was addicting. He wished then that he had the skill of Rembrandt or Caravaggio, so he could one day capture the vision before him.

He raised his hand (the one that wasn’t already preoccupied with holding yours) placing it on the side of your neck, and you shivered at the touch. That was enough “go ahead” for him. 

He gently tugged you forward and pressed his lips to yours. You felt like you were flying. It was feather soft, almost non-existent. You worried if you opened your eyes, you would wake, only to find you were dreaming. It was a soft peck that didn’t last nearly long enough, and you felt your heart breaking as his face tilted, bringing his forehead closer but your lips unattached. 

You were soon relieved when his lips crashed back into yours, now firm and determined. You let out a small moan, not expecting the fierceness of his kiss. It robbed you of coherent thought and stunted your ability to breathe properly. His lips worked against yours, and you realised something else: you only ever wanted to feel his touch. 

You got lost in the moment, only coming back down to earth after he broke away again. He didn’t go far, resting his forehead on yours as you both worked to even your breathing. Your eyes remained closed, still afraid it was a dream. 

You sit in the quiet for a moment, both of your brains running a million miles a minute. When you finally opened your eyes, Peter was gazing at you, irises swimming with something akin to love. Maybe adoration, or infatuation even. His thumb was rubbing circles on your jaw as he continued to hold your face. 

“You’re beautiful,” He said through a smile. 

You felt your blood rising at the compliment, and ducked your head back into his shoulder to hide. He laughed, his hand now resting on the back of your head, playing with your hair.

“You are!” he insisted, causing you to grumble something he couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?” he teased.

You lifted your head just enough so your words weren’t muffled by the side of his neck. 

“I said, ‘Shut up’.”

Peter laughed again because your words held no venom. He let you hide for a little longer, but his heart was beating so hard, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand moved from the base of your skull to the side of your face until you felt his fingers under your chin. He softly guided it upwards, and you let him, until you were drowning in his eyes again. 

“Would it be too much,” he all but whispered, “If I asked you to be my beautiful girlfriend?”

A wide grin cracked across your face, and you nodded your head, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted that. 

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile of his own.

You nodded your head again, but this time it was much more enthusiastic. 

“Yes, Peter. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

His smile grew tenfold, and you felt like you could die. His face is so bright it could be the solution to solar energy. 

He kisses you again, and this time it’s a bit awkward. Your lips don’t mould as well through your smiles, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He breaks away for a moment and just looks at you. You feel vulnerable under his gaze. He was looking at you in the same way you were looking at his art. Then he smirked. 

He was too quick to stop. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, throwing you on your back. You landed on the soft sheets, bouncing a bit. Peter then leaned over you to pepper your face with kisses. You giggled as he continued showering you in affection, occasionally trying to catch his lips, all while he made comments about your new title: “I’m kissing my girlfriend,” “Oh my god, you’re my girlfriend,” “Wow, you’re so pretty, and you’re my girlfriend.”

A few minutes passed like that before he collapsed, tucking his face into your neck like you had done to him before. When you rested a free hand across his back, he snuggled into you, throwing his leg across yours and hugging your waist tighter. You chuckled lightly, but it was an expression of joy rather than anything malicious. 

You lay like that for a while, until Peter gets a notification on his phone. It’s kind of jarring, the way the tone rang out, and how he jumped up to snatch the device from above your head. The harsh blue light of his screen illuminated his face, shadows settling into the new frown lines appearing. It was an alarm, you realised. He sighed, hovering above you with a sad look on his face. 

“I have to go.”

Your face fell, and you tried to not let too much disappointment seep through. “You’re not staying for dinner?” 

Peter looked at you confused. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I have dinner with May every Saturday.”

Peter was silent for a moment, his face showing an emotion you weren’t familiar with. “You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah,” you reply weakly, afraid you had upset him but wanting to lighten the mood. “Why? Are you worried we’re talkin’ shit?

Your plan seemed to work because Peter chuckled at that, “Maybe so.”

“Well…You wouldn’t have to if you just joined us.”

Peter had only joined you for maybe three dinners. May always appologized for his absence, but what upset you more was the worry on her face she tried to hide. She never knew where her nephew was. He would leave and then sneak back in at night. Sometimes he remembered the errands she sent him on, but usually not. May had noticed the scrapes and bruises, just as you had. You both worried about Peter and however he was choosing to process his grief. 

Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew he was hurting his Aunt with his behaviour. He was trying, he really was, but having a double life isn’t easy. He felt great adoration and gratitude for you, to know you cared for one of the most important people in his life, but guilt singed at the edges of his spirit. It was almost six- he really should be patrolling right now- but he looked into your eyes and couldn’t say no. 

“Okay, I can stay ‘til eight,”

Peter watches as a small smile overtakes your face, but it’s sad at the corners, not quite reaching your eyes. He’s confused by this, as to why you’re not more excited. You bring a hand up to push his hair out of his eyes. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

It would have to do for now.

When May comes home, you rush downstairs to help her in the kitchen. She greets you with her momma bear hug and begins asking about your day as you wash the produce she set out on the counter. You're telling her all about it when Peter awkwardly trails in behind you. 

“Oh, Peter!” She says, trying to stifle her excitement. Like if she let it show too much, then she might frighten him off. Or maybe she was scared to get her hopes up. “You’re still here. Are you staying for dinner?”

Peter decides to hug her first before he says anything. It warms your heart to see. There’s a soft smile that he gives her, one that says, “You’re my mom, and I love you.” And his hug carries the same message. May looks so small in his arms, a little woman with so much love for her boy. 

“Yeah May, I’m staying for dinner,” he says, cheek resting on the crown of her head. They break away and May looks so very happy. “(Y/n) here convinced me.”

You try to hide your warm cheeks from May but she sees right through you. 

“Thank you, Dear,” She says to you with a pointed smile before turning back to Peter, “Now go help her. She’s done more than enough helping in the kitchen over the last few weeks.”

Peter gives her a shocked but impressed “Yes, ma’am” at her display of sass. He joins you at the sink, and you try to keep the small water fight that erupted contained to the basin. 

Dinner is finished, and You and Peter set the table. May Serves herself last, then sits to say grace. When she opens her eyes again, she gives a nod of her head, “Let’s eat.”

The beef stroganoff is so delicious. It’s buttery and creamy; it’s fresh and light. You tell her as such, and the kind, older woman shushes you, warning that if you keep complimenting her cooking like that, her head’s gonna get too big to get her shirt over. 

You reach forward for your glass and May’s eyes light up. 

“That’s beautiful,” She says pointing to your wrist. You look down and fall in love with the drawing all over again. You look to your side to see Peter smiling too. You decide to kill two birds with one stone. 

“Thanks, May, my boyfriend drew that for me.”

You were still looking at Peter and watched his adam’s apple bob as his cheeks turned crimson. Before he could make any jokes, May stood from the table, clapping and cheering. She ran around the table and enveloped you and Peter in an awkward group hug from behind. 

“Oh my goodness, finally!”

At that, Peter stuttered out a staggered “May!”

His guardian paid him no mind, “Seriously, he’s been gushing about you for ages.”

Peter buried his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth like he was trying to block out anything happening right now. You, however, were relishing in his harmless embarrassment. 

“Really? For ages?” You teased. 

May caught on and smiled widely, “Yes, since your first day of school. He came home to Ben and me and told us all about this new girl he had met and how lovely she was.”

Peter was now banging his head against his crossed arms on the table. You felt like you might cry. Peter had noticed you even then? He was kind to you, sure- and definitely your first friend- but to talk to his parents about you? To already pick up on enough things to talk about? You felt lucky to be here, in this moment. 

You reach your hand out to rest on his shoulder. Peter peeked at you over his elbow, scared to see your face. But instead of the disgust or fear he thought he might find, he saw a warm smile and glassy eyes. 

“Well, that might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

Peter sat back up, trying to play off his embarrassment, “What can I say? I’m just a sweet guy.”

You shove him playfully, and he dramatically leans away, as if you had truly clocked him, but then rocks back like one of those blow-up punching bags that always came right back up and bumps your shoulder with his. Once back at equilibrium, he lays his palm out under the table for you to hold. You intertwine your fingers and can’t help the little skip in your heart when Peter rests his hand on your thigh. 

You’ve made an assembly line in the kitchen. May is boxing things up while Peter washes and you dry and put away. May is ranting about this new girl who just started at her job and how entitled she was. It was nice to hear her talk about life again, not just the past. Peter washes the last dish, then tells you he’ll be right back. 

It’s quiet in the kitchen, the water now silenced, and the conversation paused for Peter’s return. You can’t fight the smile that comes to your face every time your mind wanders to Peter, which is often. Every time you glance at your arm, there he is, pulled straight to the front of your mind. It takes all your willpower not to giggle every time. You’re sure you’ll be swinging your feet all night as you lay in bed trying to drift off to sleep. 

“Thank you (Y/n),” May almost whispers from her spot against the stove, “for everything. We’re really lucky to know you.”

The sincerity of her statement floors you for a minute. “I feel the same about you guys. Thank you for having me.”

You share a look with May that makes you wanna hug her until her head pops off. You don’t think anything you do will be enough to tell this woman how much she means to you. 

But the moment is ruined by Peter stomping down the stairs. Well some of them, you can tell he’s skipping a couple on his way down by the weird long pauses between his footfall. He’s got his layered jackets and shoes on, and his backpack is packed up. He picks up his skateboard against the wall and says, “I have to go.”

May turns away to wipe at the stove, you think it’s so Peter doesn’t have to see how sad she is when he leaves. Instead, she asks, “Can you get some eggs when you get back?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He goes to rush out the door but stops. He slowly turns to you with a lopsided grin. His arms wrap around your waist and your cheeks warm knowing May is watching the whole display. She can see the puppy dog eyes and the way his fingers so expertly wrap around you. “See you later?”

“Not tonight, Mister.” May answers for you, “It’s late enough already.”

“Okay, Sheriff Parker,” he declares over your laughter. “So…I’ll text you?”

You pinch his cheek and give him a warning glare, “You better.”

He kisses you, and you lose your breath. His lips touched down on yours, and the rest of the world melted away, leaving only you and Peter. It wasn’t nearly long enough, but he broke away, sending a quiet “bye” through the doorway before closing it behind him. And just like that, he’s gone again. Wandering off into the night to collect more unexplainable wounds and stories you hoped, one day, he'd share with you.

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The Moment I Knew - Part 9

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Masterlist Series Part 8 (Series Completed)

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It’s been a whole year since Harry and Millie started texting. Millie’s birthday is here and she takes this time to reflect on her life since then. Harry has something up his sleeve for her birthday party.

“Happy birthday to Millie, happy birthday to you!” They all sing. My party is a bit smaller this year since Rachel and I have stopped talking, but My group of friends showed up. They made sure to give me the best party I could ever ask for.

Harry worked really hard to plan everything for me today, and Jason and the others showed me how important I was to them by helping him out the past month. They helped Harry get space cleared in his house and they helped me get ready for my move. I gave up my house that I was renting a month or so back and moved in with Harry, and it has been the best thing in my life. I love getting to wake up next to him every single day. We get to do normal boring stuff together and I love it. He makes me coffee every morning and I make his lunch for work. He does these small things for me every day that show his love for me.

The gift giving never stops. He made sure that when I moved in, he had all kinds of decorations and stuff to put around the house year round. Every holiday is taken care of. He wants me to make the house mine too. He let me get throw pillows to match the decorations even though he believes they are useless to have. He gets me fresh purple flowers, identical to my tattoo, every week to put as a centerpiece on our dining room table.

Harry is in the process of getting signed to a record label to professionally sing and record his music. I’m so proud of him and all he has accomplished. He made sure they knew to put my name of his songs, even though I said it’s no big deal. He can have the credit for them.

It has been a wild year for us. So much has happened but I couldn’t have asked for a better year. He has been so thoughtful all of the time, and even more so with this party.

He started the party at our house. There were blue balloons and streamers covering the whole house. There was a beautiful blue cake on the table with the number 24 on it. He bought me a gorgeous blue dress to match the theme. Everyone is wearing some sort of blue.

I close my eyes and blow out the candles. I can’t think of anything I would wish for, because I have it all. I have an amazing group of friends who everyday show up for me and support me. I have a wonderful boyfriend who would do anything for me, and I would do the same for him. We have been through so much this past year, but I can’t help but be thankful.

I remember last year on my birthday, I wished for 23 to be a good year for me. It started rough with Kellen not showing up for the party, and us breaking up that night. It got better. Harry and I got together, and even with our rough patches we have had this year, we made it out alive. Our love is as strong as ever. He means the world to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I’m so glad for it.

23 was one of the best years of my whole life, and I’ve got many more ahead of me to try and top it.

Everyone around me claps as the flames extinguish on the candles. Harry starts cutting the cake and he gives me the first piece. We all sit around the table and joke around and have a blast talking to each other. Icing is smeared on many faces, but luckily Harry and I were able to dodge it.

Harry says it’s time for gifts and I sit down as he and his friends bring them over. I take the biggest gift and start to peel the paper and see a laptop box.

“Oh my word!” I say in excitement.

“A little birdie told me you’re was starting to glitch and wear down, so I thought you could use a new one.” Jason says to me.

“You didn’t have to do that. I was saving up for it.” I tell him. “I really appreciate this.” I thank him.

“Take that savings and get something nice.” He tells me. I grab the next box and peel the paper I expose a book I have been wanting to read for a while. The next gift is opened to reveal a beautiful charm bracelet.

“Thank you guys so much for the gifts. They really do mean a lot to me.” I say to them appreciatively.

“You have one more.” Harry says. “You have to stand for this one though.”

“Okay?” I say. I do as he says and stand up. Harry moves to in front of me and grabs my hands.

“Millie.” He says nervously.

“Har?” I say back curiously.

“I never used to believe in soulmates. I’ve been through some heartbreak that made me believe I would never find love, but you strolled into my life and flipped my world upside down. I knew from the moment I first met you that I liked you. You made me believe in love again. You made me believe there was a reason I had been hurt so many times before. It was to become who I am for you. They all lead me to where I am. You are my soul mate Millie. You mean the absolute world to me Mil. I truly have been blessed with you in my life. I couldn’t ask for anything more. My friends love you. My family loves you. I love you so much Millie and I never want to let you go. You are my inspiration. My muse. You are the sun in my universe. You make my day, every single day without fail. You show me what it’s like to be loved unconditionally. You make me feel amazing and I never want what we have to stop. I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you will do me the honor.” He says. I am completely shocked but pleasantly surprised. His hand reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small black box. He kneels down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Millie?” He asks me and I feel tears stream down my cheeks. My smile is so large it hurts my face, but it’s such an amazing feeling. My chest swells with the love I have for him.

“Yes!” I say without any hesitation. I love Harry so much and I’m so glad he asked me. He takes my left hand and places an engagement ring on it. I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around him. “I love you so much Harry.” I tell him as he hugs me back. Everyone around us claps and photos are being taken. I pull back to plant a long kiss on his lips.

“Champagne anyone?” Jason asks.

“Yes please!” One says.

“Let’s celebrate!” Another says. Glasses are retrieved and champagne is poured. Harry puts up his glass.

“A toast for the birthday girl, and my lovely bride to be. We love you Mil.” He says with a smile from ear to ear.

“To Millie!” Everyone says. We spend the night celebrating with stories and talking.

“I can’t believe you guys knew this whole time!” I say to the group. They laugh.

“Well of course we knew.” Jason responds. “Harry here has been talking about it forever. It’s about time he finally worked up the courage to ask.”

“Oh really?” I laugh.

“To be fair, it’s a very big thing to do, lots of planning. But I was also a nervous mess. I was so afraid I would stutter or mess up what I wanted to say. So forgive me but I think it went pretty well.” Harry defends.

“That’s okay. I would have said yes anyways.” I tell him and he smiles at me.

“Plus, there’s a reason you two didn’t get caked!” Jason adds.

“Oh! That makes sense!” We laugh.

The party continues into the night until everyone goes home. Harry and I change into our pajamas and lay down into bed. We face each other. He stares at me with a smile on his face.

“I love you so much, future Mrs. Styles.”

“I love you too, Harry Styles” I tell him. He holds me in his arms and we fall asleep, ending the most perfect day.

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Masterlist Series Part 8 (Series Completed)