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deuxcherise · 8 months ago

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Lend a Hand

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Ayato Kamisato, fem reader A/n: So like… The amount of times I burst out laughing at the imagery. Anyway, enjoy a little story about how our blue-haired gentleman attempts to hold your hand. Or rather, he wants you to hold his hand, out of your own accord. Some guest appearances here and there from other characters too. Just more yandere Ayato. Kind of a continuation from Cats vs Dogs.

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If anyone were to ask the heir of the Kamisato clan the reason why he has a certain fondness for dogs, he could list off multiple reasons off the top of his head.

“Taroumaru. Hand.”

The dignified owner of the Komore Teahouse obeys the verbal command and rests one of his fluffy paws onto the waiting palm of the Kamisato heir. Had it been anyone lesser who had given the order, the retired Shiba warrior would have shown them exactly who they were messing with.

“Good,” Ayato compliments, shaking the dog’s paw gently before departing the tea house without another word, much to Taroumaru's curiosity.

A charming gentleman such as Ayato Kamisato generally has no problem getting people to follow his directions. Why would they, when they well know he always has their best interests in mind?

“Thoma.”

The Kamisato’s loyal housekeeper flinches and turns around, greeting Ayato with a nervous yet quick bow. Thoma then stands up straight and smiles brightly, looking less like a servant and more like a friend. “Yes, my Lord?”

Ayato places a hand out, palm up. “Hand.”

The two have an odd relationship, something you've noticed during your stay here in the Kamisato Estate. Sometimes, the idea of them being more than master and servant— perhaps even more than mere friends— has floated across your mind on multiple occasions upon witnessing the sight of them together. Yet, as with a lot of other things, you’d rather concern yourself with more important matters than what kind of relationship your husband has with others. So long as he doesn’t have any affairs, of course.

“Uh… Okay?”

Though hesitant, Thoma successfully places his hand on top of Ayato's palm. Like with Taroumaru, Ayato gives Thoma a small hand shake.

“Good,” the heir says before letting go of Thoma's hand and heading off in the opposite direction.

Thoma stares between his hand and Ayato's back before shrugging and going back to his cleaning duties. This isn't the first time Ayato has done something strange, after all. At least the young lord didn't force him to try some weird combination like last time… replacing the boba in milk tea with natto… Augh…

Dogs, with their unwavering loyalty and admirable obedience, tend to be quite upfront with their feelings. Their eyes are clear and their expressions are telling. Cats, on the other hand…

Your husband finds you in the garden, halfway up the furthest wall, hands gripping tightly on the vines. You strain a bit as you reach for the next vine.

“(Y/n).”

You jolt and turn around, eyes wide. You quickly hop down and gather yourself, dusting off your clothes before standing up straight and clearing your throat. You give a slight bow, a polite greeting from wife to husband as if you hadn’t just tried to escape the estate grounds.

“Husband.”

Seldom do you pay attention to his face— because why would you need to?— but ever since your husband had annoyingly insisted on you utilizing his name in address whenever he calls out yours, you've started to notice how his ever-present smile paired with those scarily murky purple eyes tends to crack a bit whenever you refuse to do as he says.

Somehow, it tickles you in a strange way whenever you see these little chips in his perfectly polite expression. They remind you he’s human. And perhaps… you might have a little bit of fun testing his patience.

“(Y/n),” Ayato tilts his head. “You may use my name as you please.”

“Thank you. I am aware, Husband.”

Another crack. “Hm.”

Ayato examines you from head to toe. His eyes trail from your hair to your eyes to your mouth before jumping down to your outfit. Your outfit is that of Inazuman attire with short sleeves and a short skirt rather than the long dresses he normally sees you in. Your legs are covered with dark tights, for modesty. Following your unusual outfit, are shoes meant for running and climbing with long strides rather than walking around with small steps. While he adores the way you look in the yukatas and kimonos and other traditional garments, this current look certainly fits the hidden personality you still refuse to show your husband.

“How refreshing,” Ayato can’t help but comment. “Is there a special occasion for this attire of yours that I'm unaware of?”

You can’t help but cover an arm over your chest and cross the other over the lower half of your body. What a lecherous man! Just because I'm your wife doesn't mean you're allowed to rack your dirty eyes all over me. Hmph!

Doing your best to keep the grimace off your face and relaxing your arms, you answer, “Not at all, Husband.”

“Is that so? Then, may I inquire exactly what you were doing here at the furthest wall of the garden? And without an attendant, no less.”

You purse your lips, rummaging through your head for the right words to use in this situation. Ayato allows you a few moments to mull over your words. Will you lie to him? Will you tell him the truth?

You come to a conclusion that would benefit the both of you. You point up at the wall, your face covered with your perfected doll face. “I wanted to go outside.”

Ayato blinks at your frankness. “And you… were planning to climb the wall?”

“Yes.”

Why did you tell the truth? Well, you knew better than to lie to the heir of the Kamisato clan, one of the most prestigious families in Inazuma with connections you couldn't dare imagine. The Holy Dogs may be strong in their own right, but they are simply a branch under the family. Not to mention, this course of action is in line with your obedient image.

Despite your neutral face, Ayato can spy the glint of rebellion in your eyes. Was your answer a challenge? To prompt him to do something? Oh my… How cute.

Much to your surprise, your keen eyes watch the edges of his polite smile curl just a little more upwards and his lips part just the slightest whisper as if he’s barely keeping himself from grinning and showing off his fangs. It sets the hairs of your skin straight up, forcing you to retreat.

“I, um, realize the error of my ways,” you stutter, giving another bow. “I shall head back inside. Please forgive me, Husband. It won’t happen again.”

Stupid! Why am I apologizing to him of all people!? It’s because of him I’ve been stuck inside! If it weren’t for the Elders, I’d- Hmph! Why is he so scary??

With your eyes on the grass, you barely make it past him with a couple of steps when he says, “Hold on for just one moment, dear wife.”

You freeze in your tracks. “Y-yes, Husband?” He hums. “I shall forgive you and forget what I’ve just seen-

You s internally give a sigh of relief. Prematurely.

“-if… you call me by name from now on, (Y/n).”

You twist around and look at him horrified. The moment you meet his eyes, you remember to hide your expression behind your doll face. “Is… is that necessary, Husband?”

Ayato places a hand over the bottom half of his face, posing like a thinker, but really he’s hiding the almost toothy grin behind his sleeve. His eyelids lower, almost looking at you like a hunter who has gotten ahold of his prey.

Although… is it not exactly so?

“If not, well,” he says, looking off to the side in a wondering manner, his tone playful. “I suppose the Elders may have a field day knowing my wife has a tendency to escape? Or that she doesn’t feel the need to inform her servants due to… perhaps the inadequacy of the servants of the Kamisato clan?”

You stiffen and gulp. How dare you!? You want to scream at him, but alas you must keep your obedient image. This is nothing, you begin to convince yourself. There are certainly worse things a husband can blackmail his wife to do.

You clear your throat. “T-thank you, Hus–... Mm… Ay… Ayato.”

You quickly bow and head back inside the house in a hurry.

“Good,” he compliments in a whisper you can't hear. You cannot see his expression from where you are but his face has completely cracked. His teeth are fully on display and his eyes filled with ecstasy as the sound of your voice speaking his name rewinds over and over in his head..

So a cat can certainly be trained… given the right circumstances. Hm…

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You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the delightful smells of various kinds of foods lining up the streets.

You turn towards your companion with an excited expression, only to remember that your companion is the heir to the Kamisato clan, your husband, and that you are merely his wife, a bride from one of the branches of the Holy Dogs that lie beneath the clan, brought together by artificial ties rather than something romantic like fate. You throw back up your mask and say, “Thank you for bringing me out here, Hu… Ayato.”

Strangely, his smile cracks a bit. “Of course, (Y/n).”

“A-YA-TOOO. WHAT UP, BROOO?”

Like a bull crashing through a glass, a boisterous man with long white hair accompanied by two red horns on his head suddenly appears in front of you both. His grin shows off his fangs. His outfit exposes a very large part of his chest, which makes some heat travel up to your cheeks.

“O-oni?” you squeak, connecting the dots between the horns, the fangs, and the red markings all over the exposed parts of the man’s body. Your eyes find it hard to rest anywhere on the man’s entire being but somehow they refuse to look at anything else.

“Itto,” Ayato greets warmly. He steps in front of you, almost covering your line of sight with his back. The blue of his uniform settles your nerves and mind, thus allowing your irritation to return with how this simple act of his could calm you down. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you oh so very much. Say, who’s the girl with you, bro? Haven’t seen her around before,” Itto says, shifting side to side trying to get a good look at the pretty lady behind Ayato.

Ayato steps aside and shows you off, with an arm hovering around your backside. “Itto, this is my wife, (Y/n). (Y/n), this is–”

“WHAT!? I didn’t know you were married, bro! Since when!?” Itto doesn’t wait for an answer, instead holding a hand right out to you. “Nice to meet ya, (Y/n)! I’m Itto Arataki, or Arataki Itto, whatever’s more convenient for ya. The one and oni— only head of the Arataki gang! The Oni Sumo King! The Pride of Oni! The-”

“I believe my wife gets the idea,” Ayato cuts in.

“Uh… uh huh,” you manage to utter, bamboozled for a moment. You take Itto’s waiting hand and give it a hardy shake, as much as you can with your human strength. “N-nice to meet you, um, Mr. Arataki!”

“Mr. Ara-taki? Huh. As good as that sounds… you can just call me Itto! Or bro! A bro of my bro is a bro of mine too.”

His sparkling eyes prompt a response from you. “Um, alright, Itto,” you politely respond.

CrAacKk.

Upon audibly hearing a crack, you examine your surroundings but find nothing out of place in this bustling crowd. No broken vases or whips or anything of the sort that could produce such a sound. That’s strange… Was it your imagination? Maybe you’ve stayed inside for way too long… Good thing you’re out here then! A member of the Holy Dogs shouldn’t be losing her touch, after all.

“Now that we’ve exchanged introductions, I believe we must depart,” Ayato says with a strained voice, wrapping an arm around your waist and turning around to head towards another direction.

“Huh? Wait a second–” Itto says, but his voice gets easily drowned out.

With the bustle and largeness of the crowd on this street, you and Ayato are quickly walled off from Ayato’s friend as he leads you away. Once you realize the proximity of your bodies, your cheeks start to heat up and you quickly make larger strides with your footsteps to escape his half embrace. He does nothing to stop you, content with walking behind you just a step or two in distance.

Why is he walking behind me? That's so weird! You think as you huff and puff, arms crossed as you speed towards a bridge. Ugh! Why is my husband so weird? Shouldn't he insist I walk behind him? That's the custom, isn't it? Wait a second… Is he letting me make mistakes on purpose?

You stop and turn towards him with a neutral face. He stops and looks at you with a tilted head, curious. He looks so innocent…

What a bastard! You think, before you continue and walk on the wooden planks of the bridge.

CrAcK!

“Oh!” One of your feet accidentally goes through a hidden soft spot, much to your horror. Terrified, you turn towards your husband, the only one in sight, and open your mouth–

Wait a second. I am a daughter of the Holy Dogs! What the hell am I doing!? I am (Y/n) Kamisato, not some damsel in distress. I must've grown soft! I don't need anyone's help!

You opt not to make a single peep. Fallen on the ground on your hands and knees, you place your hands on the surrounding wood to pull your leg up— only to hear more cracks of the wooden bridge and a sudden drop of your leg further through the hole your foot is stuck in. Any more movement and you risk destroying the rest of the bridge and dropping entirely into the water a kilometer below. You grit your teeth in frustration as you try to figure out how to get yourself out of this mess.

Your husband quickly closes the distance between you two, concern marring his face. “(Y/n),” he says, holding a hand out for you. “Take my–”

Don't get any closer!” you snap. “I just… I just need a moment.”

CrAcK!

Your foot falls in deeper, now taking your entire leg. The surrounding wooden planks feel moist, wet even, much to your discomfort. This is one of the newly refurbished bridges, so surely it must be the fault of heavy rain that came by a few days ago, along with possibly a lack of proper lacquering.

“(Y/n), please take my hand before you fall into the river.”

You shake your head, placing your hands on other places and attempt to pull yourself up. “No. I can–”

CrAaaaaCK!

You close your eyes and inhale sharply before glaring at his outstretched hand. It is covered in black satin gloves, his fingers long and slender. There is a certain tension of the tendons from where his half-exposed palm meets his wrist just before the rest of the arm is covered by his sleeve, exposing the fruit of wielding the sacred sword thousands of times.

For a moment— just for a moment— a image of this one hand holding both of your wrists together enters your mind.

Disgusted at yourself for such an inappropriate thought at such an inappropriate time, you quickly shake your head to rid yourself of the image. This gets interpreted by your husband as a refusal.

“(Y/n).”

A glance up at his face sends your eyes back to his hand. His smile is no longer present, his lips pursed in a frown. His eyebrows are level but the inner edges are slightly downward. His eyes… they… frighten you. Or rather… they do something to you that doesn't feel very appropriate for this dire situation you're currently stuck in. Did he have to deepen his voice in such a strained manner? What are you? A disobedient puppy?

You reluctantly take his hand and he pulls you right out with little to no strength into a princess carry. “Whoa!”

Ayato walks off the bridge onto solid ground before you could comprehend what just happened. Looking back, you find the bridge intact, the wooden planks outside of the immediate area of the hole you dropped in quite dry. Physics wasn't exactly high on the list of things the Elders focused on educating, bogged down by subjects like flower arranging or bridal duties, but you were sure water is weighted down by gravity just like any other element.

Why would water collect at the apex of a bridge rather than the lower sides…?

A sigh of relief exits your husband, his chest pressing against you, stealing your attention again.

“I believe it's time we head back inside, shall we?”

You nod, too tired from the excitement of today and allowing yourself to absorb the feeling of him holding you, along with the steady sound of your heartbeat in your ears. “Thank you… Ayato.”

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There are common sayings about cats Ayato has heard about. Things like cats like to drink milk, cats are good at hunting mice, cats don't like water, cats tend to land on their feet, etc.

One notable contrast between a dog and a cat is that a trained dog will listen to a command and stay in one place for the rest of its life, whereas a trained cat— if it is possible to train one— will still yield to no one but itself and continue to wander as it pleases.

You reach for another vine.

“(Y/n).”

You grab the vine and give a heavy sigh. Without turning your head, you respond, “Ayato.”

“Shall I inquire about your current action?”

“Is it necessary when you already know?”

Ayato hums, entertained by the sight of you hugging the wall like a kitten stuck in a net in your short attire. A very cute sight, yes, but one he wished was a little less… frequent. “If you wanted to go outside, you only needed to ask me.”

You suck in your cheeks and pucker your lips. “What if I… wanted to go outside by myself? Without you, for once?” you test.

Ayato's eyes darken and the edges of his mouth level out into a neutral position, neither smiling or frowning.

Without him, you say? Forgive your husband, but the idea of letting you out of the safety of the estate grounds without him or an attendant… where there are far too many factors that would get in the way… like other men…

“It is far too dangerous outside, (Y/n). Especially for a bride of the Kamisato clan. At least take an attendant with you.”

“... I don’t want an attendant either.”

The first time Ayato had caught you was not the first time you had made an escape attempt. It was simply of the many, many, many failed attempts you had made, though none have ever had any witnesses. At least, to your knowledge. In making sure your image of an obedient wife had been kept, you've sabotaged yourself before any passing servant could see you.

That being said, your husband has hidden eyes everywhere. And he simply finally made his presence known to you during your attempts to climb over the wall.

“Hm. My dear wife said it won't happen again and yet… here she is. What will the Elders say, I wonder?”

You click your tongue. How dare your husband threaten you with the Elders again!?

“Come down and all will be forgiven.”

You let out a sigh. “... Okay.”

You hop down and gather yourself, placing the doll face back on only for your eyes to widen at the sight of your husband's terrifying murky purple eyes pulsating with something vile. His smile looks strained, and you can't tell if he's trying to keep his smile polite or if he's trying to keep from frowning.

“A-Ayato?” you peep.

The sound of his name from your lips seems to snap him out of his stupor, the darkness of his expression swallowed up and returned to its usual relaxed politeness. He holds out a hand towards you to guide you in.

“(Y/n)~”

Seeing as you're not in some dire situation like that time with the bridge, you look at his hand and consider taking it since there's certainly no harm to your ego in doing so. A simple interaction between a polite husband and an obedient wife, that's all.

Only for that inappropriate image regarding his hand and your wrists to pop up in your head. making your cheeks burn and your heartbeat suddenly quite audible.

Suddenly, you run into the house, sliding the door open and close in less than a blink of the eye. You place your back against the door and slide your way down, breathing in and out to try to calm yourself and think of other things, like making rice wine or folding origami. To think you'd think about your husband in such a manner! Inconceivable!

Ayato, fazed by your sudden departure, slowly turns towards where you disappear into. He blinks. He blinks again. His open hand slowly closes into a fist. His ever-present smile fully cracks and the vileness of his eyes return in full blast.

“Bad,” he whispers.

Ayato Kamisato is not the kind of person who expects everyone to follow his commands, nor is he the type to expect everyone to want to hold his hand. He is a dignified gentlemen who would never lay his hands on anyone. Why would he need to in the first place, when he is the heir of the prestigious Kamisato clan?

But he's used to the mannerisms of loyal and obedient dogs, not aloof and fickle cats. Not like you.

One that puffs up and hisses at him if he gets too close, and wants nothing more than to run back outside. Is being with him that unbearable? Is there somewhere outside you need to be without him or an attendant? Why? Is there perhaps… someone? Someone his hidden eyes had managed to overlook?

As far as he knows, all female friends and both male and female cousins of yours are allowed on the Kamisato Estate so you needn't go outside. An unrelated man then? Itto? No, you've only just met, despite how easily you said his name, that he knows. Another man then? Impossible… unless… ?

Well, if you’re going to be prone to running away like some stray female cat in heat, should he just… tie you up and make sure your legs can't move for awhile?

Ayato scoffs at himself. No. Not yet.

Oh well, he'll just have to be patient. He was able to blackmail you into calling him by his name, and now look at you~ No longer stuttering. And he was able to hold you all the way from the bridge to home without any complaints and refusals. It is certainly progress, especially with how you've begun to respond to him more organically lately..

For now, he'll just have to work on getting you to hold his hand out of your own accord. Maybe he should facilitate a situation for that to happen just like the bridge…It certainly helps being a hydro user… Cats really don't like water, do they?

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moonchild-things · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twelve: Butterflies

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 5497

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THERE WERE TWO DATES THAT WERE CIRCLED in red on the calendar hanging in the kitchen. The first is obviously today while the other is for tomorrow. Two big days for Shoyo and Sakura. To say that Sakura is nervous would be one of the biggest understatements. Sure, on the outside she was trying to keep her composure as she got herself ready in the morning with her family. However, on the inside she is simultaneously extremely excited, and nauseated at the same time.

Since today is Tuesday, the first of May, it is the big day that Sakura has been worried about. The gallery. Her nerves were so high that she just about had the idea to skip on breakfast, to make sure that she didn’t end up getting sick at school. It’s usually Shōyō’s thing to get sick, not her. Though Natsu had encouraged Sakura to eat something, she even offered to share her own breakfast. Little Natsu wasn’t going to let her big sister leave the house on an empty stomach! Not wanting to upset her baby sister, Sakura agreed to eat a little bit of something.

“Have fun at your gallery, Sakura,” their mother said and kissed her eldest daughter on the head. Once Sakura had been practically fed by Natsu, their mother came over to clean up after them. “I might be able to stop by later in the day when they let parents go see it.”

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to okaasan.” She didn’t look up to her mother, already knowing that her mother was looking at her with a coy expression. Sakura didn’t have too much of a quelm with her mother going to the gallery. The teen has been pretty hush-hush about what her photo is for the gallery, so she understood the reason for her mother to go see it. Though she’s just a bit too embarrassed to admit that she was actually giddy for her mother to go see it. Her mother has been very supportive of her in every endeavor that Sakura has done, so she isn’t scared of what her mother would say. So Sakura is perfectly okay with her mother seeing her work. She knows that her mother would praise her for her work, so it isn't that nerve-racking. At least she knows that her mother won't say anything bad about it.

Her mother shook her head with a click of her tongue, “I’ll go if I want to, young lady.” She swatted the back of Sakura’s head who yelped.

Sakura grumbled while rubbing her bruised head, “...mean old woman...”

“What was that?” The older Hinata hummed far too sweetly.

Her brown eyes narrowed at her mother as she shuffled off to grab her school bag, “I’m leaving now.”

Her mother just chuckled, “alright, have a good day. Shōyō, hurry up!”

Sakura lazily walked outside and grabbed her bike. The cool morning air washed over her and relaxed her just a bit. As long as she didn’t work herself up so much, everything would be fine. She’s used to being completely calm, so today shouldn’t be any different.

Shōyō then came barreling out the door after his sister, “bye, Natsu! Bye, okaasan!” He grabbed his bike from besides Sakura and the two started their journey to school. All the way there, Sakura was quiet, far more quiet than usual. On their morning bike rides, she’s usually complaining every once in a while about the ride there, but she wasn’t today.

Her brother noticed it right away. Sure, Shōyō can be pretty dense about a lot of things. Though every once in a while, he could notice subtle things about his sister. She’s a far better reader of his emotions, and he might not be the greatest at reading hers, but he does what he can. “Are you nervous, imouto?” Sakura just huffed in reply as they were peddling up the mountain. She tried to make him believe that she was more focused on riding up the mountain instead of overthinking things at the moment. Shōyō just smiled widely at her, “There’s no need to be, you’ll be completely fine at your gallery! Everyone is going to love your work!”

Sakura glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before focusing back on her biking, “Hm.”

The school day started off as normal as usual. Everything about today was normal. Besides the fact that Sakura has been feeling sick since she woke up. Even while she’s sitting in her class, she can’t focus on the lesson since she could feel the butterflies in her stomach causing her an issue. Never in her life has she felt like this. The closest that she’s come is when she had first tried to join the yearbook club in junior high. After that, joining the photography club this year is a close second.

She truly hasn’t put herself out like this in any way. Sakura is subjecting herself to a pretty big stage. Though she shouldn’t complain about it, she’s doing this to herself. Whatever gets said about her work, hurtful or not, she would just have to suck it up. She can no longer let people’s opinions, or what she thinks their opinions might be, rule her world.

This is the moment where she’s going to put her work out there and let people hit her with their opinions. Though she was still completely nervous about it. She probably would be sick about it for the rest of the day until the day was over.

As Sakura was wallowing in her own worries, a meek classmate of her was slowly approaching her. “U-uh, Hinata-san? Are you o-okay?”

Sakura glanced over to see that it is Yachi Hisoka. The other girl has short pale blonde hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion. Yachi is a pretty well-known student. Sakura respects her for the fact that she’s hardworking and intelligent. If she were more outgoing, Sakura would have tried to befriend her a bit more. Considering they’re in the same class and both quite similar, the two girls would be pretty good friends. Though neither of them were going to speak to the other. Well, until now.

“Why?" Sakura asked coolly, "Do I not look okay?”

Yachi jumped in fright. She’s heard about how cold Hinata Sakura could be, but seeing it up close is terrifying. “Eep! Sorry!” She bowed deeply, “I just thought that you looked upset about something! I’m sorry for assuming that you were.”

“Hm, it’s… fine Yachi-san.” Sakura shuffled uncomfortably at the girl's sudden bowing. She knows that Yachi is quite the skittish girl. Sakura is certain that she has seen her apologize to a wall after she walked into it. Though she didn’t realize that Yachi was worried about everything and anything she said that might be offensive. Sakura could understand that fear, but she couldn’t say that she has the same one. Sakura could care less if she offended someone, unless it has to do with her photography. Her hobby is her weak spot, everyone knows that.

The other girl shook as she looked up at the intense expression in Sakura’s eyes. She tilted her head, “You know my name?”

“Yeah," Sakura raised an eyebrow, "I know everyones name, just because I don’t talk with anyone in class, doesn’t mean I don’t know who you all are.”

Yachi nodded her head strongly, “Right! So sorry for thinking otherwise.” Yachi chuckled nervously, “U-uh, I was just wondering if maybe you would like to eat lunch together. Since you usually eat alone or go outside.” She then frantically waved her hands, “But you don’t have to! It's just a suggestion!”

Sakura eyed her for a moment and thought it over. It’s not a bad idea. Besides Sakura needs to start befriending others and at least being more approachable. She shrugged her shoulders, “I guess that’s fine. Besides I’d rather just stay here instead of trying to find my brother.” Having something else to focus on, or in this case someone else, to distract herself from the thought of later today would be a good idea. Plus, this could be… practice. Practice of making friends or trying to socialize. It would be nice for Sakura to say that she was able to at least make a friend in her class. It would be nice.

“Oh, all right.” Yachi said, quite surprised that Sakura had even said yes. She had been expecting the other girl to just scoff and ignore her. Guess the rumors of Hinata Sakura being some mean, cold girl were a bit wrong.

They were silent for a moment as Yachi pulled a chair up to Sakura's desk. The two girls started to eat their lunches. Though really they were both picking at their food because they were too anxious to eat. Though Sakura finally sighed, “Do I look nervous?”

“Huh?" Yachi jumped again and stuttered slightly, "Oh, well I don’t know… are you nervous about something?”

“Maybe.” She certainly had thought that she had hidden her emotions a bit better. Though Sakura couldn’t be certain since she’s never had to hide her emotions like this. Nervousness, to this degree, is obviously new to her so trying to keep it hidden is also new to her.

Yachi waited for Sakura to elaborate a bit more, but didn’t get anything else from her. She could tell that Sakura isn’t one for opening up or small talk. Yachi also has a bit of trouble talking to people from time to time, so she understood just a bit. “Oh, well, I’m sure you don’t have to be worried about anything.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow while stuffing some rice into her mouth. “Yeah, sure,” she mumbled out.

The blonde-haired girl sighed and gulped in trepidation. “I don’t know what it’s about, but you’ll be fine.” She tried to smile reassuringly to Sakura who looked up to her with slightly narrowed eyes. “Based on what I’ve heard about you, you’ll be okay!”

She appreciated the sentiment, though she has to ask, “And what have you heard about me?”

Yachi froze, “O-only good things! I swear!” She panicked for a moment, thinking that Sakura saw this as a bad thing. “People just talk about how you’re really smart and stuff and level headed.”

Sakura chuckled slightly which calmed Yachi down a bit. Sakura knows about the gossip that goes around, having Endo follow her around at volleyball practices undoubtedly meant she heard plenty of it. So she knows what some people have said about her. Even during middle school she had. Though it doesn’t bother her, it’s just opinions or lies most of the time. Why should she worry about rumors? Which is a bit of a hypocritical thought considering she was usually so affected by people’s opinions about her photography and such. It seemed like opinions about things that she couldn’t change about herself didn’t affect her. However, opinions on her hobby, something that she chose to pick up as a kid, gave her quite a bit of anxiety.

“Well, I’m not the smartest,” she shook her head and continued to eat her lunch, finally getting a bit of an appetite, “Didn’t you get the highest mark on our last test?”

“Oh, well, not really.” Yachi scratched the back of her head sheepishly. A bit bashful at being called smart, “I think we might have tied or something…”

“I’m sure you got a point higher than me.” Sakura shrugged before coughing slightly as the girl slouched down in her chair. She cleared her throat, “Hm, I’ve been wondering… I’ve been looking for someone to study with.” She pushed around her food in her bento box, “Kami-sama knows my brother is terrible at studying and would just be annoying.” She turned to look out of the window so Yachi wouldn’t notice how her ears and cheeks had become slightly red. “So maybe would you… Study… With me? Sometime?”

Yachi wasn’t sure what to think at the moment. Was Sakura suddenly embarrassed? Yachi didn’t think that Sakura would be capable of that. Once again, she shouldn’t think that the rumours she heard are true. “Ah!” She gasped while staring at Sakura who still hadn’t turned to her. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Sakura glanced at her from the corner of her eyes and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. The barest of smiles graced her face, “Cool.” Suddenly, the butterflies in her stomach calmed down just a bit more.

"Yes, that goes there. No! Keep that off of the ground, Fujiwara will kill me if you mess that up!" Shimada ran about the club room gathering all of the pieces that would be displayed in the gallery today. She truly hadn’t realized just how stressful it is for the president to oversee all of this stuff. The third-year now has a new respect for all of the previous club presidents. Why did she take up this responsibility? Oh, yeah, because there really wasn't anyone else.

Sakura watched her friend run around the room helping others collect their things. If she were being honest, she doesn’t envy Shimada for having to deal with all of this. Even if they were in one of the smallest clubs at the school, it seemed like they were more or less in charge of this gallery. The art club could have taken this over since they’ve got about triple the amount of members. Though for some reason, Shimada and Mori Aiko, the vice-president, had decided for their club to take the responsibility of getting everything set up. All of the entries into the gallery had to be run by them and the club advisor, an old woman who Sakura has barely met before, while they set up the venue and such. Though the venue just happened to be one of the large classrooms on campus. Both the art club room and photography club room are far too small for the number of people involved in the gallery and people who would probably come see it. Sakura could only hope that she doesn’t end up having such a responsibility. It’s not that she is incapable of doing it, she doesn’t want that added stress on her.

Just as Sakura was thinking about it all, Shimada came bouncing over to her kohai. Her hair bounced around her head as she smiled brightly. “Oh, I can’t wait to have you show people what you’ve done!”

Sakura just stared up at her before walking over to her framed photo, “...ok.”

“Don’t be so down, Sakura-chan!” Shimada followed after her as they both stared at it, “Everyone will love it, I sure do! I can never get over how talented you are!” She then grabbed Sakura in a tight hug and swayed them back and forth.

Sakura deadpanned, “Stop being so clingy, Shimada-senpai.”

“I’ll stop being clingy if you just call me Emi.” Her senpai cooed while rubbing her cheek against the top of Sakura’s head. Sakura really does not appreciate being this small. Why do people feel the need to pick me up like a child?

She rolled her eyes, if it meant getting put down, then she’d do it. “Emi-senpai,” the older girl preened now that she got the usually stoic and formal Sakura to call her by her first name. Though she froze once Sakura continued to talk, “you’re annoying.” Shimada then let the girl down who brushed off her clothes.

Shimada pouted like a baby, “Don’t say something like that to your senpai!”

Sakura disregarded her, “Hm.”

The older girl shook her head and tried to brush off the small disrespect from her kohai. “So how did you decide on what to put into the gallery?”

“Surprisingly, you're kind of good at advice,” Sakura shrugged her shoulders.

A different girl passed by the two while carrying a box. “Is she really?” The mousy, brown haired second-year chuckled, “Shimada usually is bad at giving people advice!”

“Shut your mouth, Ito!” Shimada growled and just about threw her clipboard at the other third-year girl.

While Shimada started to bicker with Ito, Sakura stared at the photo in her hand. She never would have thought that one photo would have so much meaning to her. And one that wasn’t really of anything. It would have a meaning of “rebirth” or “transformation” no matter who looked at it. Though she doubted anyone would really see the deeper meaning to it, and what she tried to portray in it.

The anxiety started to creep back into her stomach. Though she tried to breathe slowly and stop it from over taking her. There was no need to get sick before this. Getting sick is Shōyō’s thing. She’s level-headed, she’s the calm twin. She swallowed thickly and thought of something to distract her for a moment. She thought back to how she got this done after so long.

A FEW DAYS AGO

Sakura needed a little bit of inspiration. Tomorrow was her deadline for the gallery, and she still didn’t have anything to turn over for it. Even though she has taken plenty of photos they mainly consist of the volleyball team, scenery, and her family. It isn’t a question of whether or not the photo will be good, it’s a question of what the photo should be of.

Just about everyone else in the photography club had already turned in what they wanted to show in their exhibit. Even the art club already has all of their entries for the gallery and started planning out their layout for the gallery. Really, Sakura is the last person to turn something in. Here she was saying that she wanted to change herself and do something to make herself unique and she's procrastinating.

It's not that she is doing it on purpose, it's just that she can't think of what to photograph. So, taking up the advice from Shimada, Sakura thought back to what got her into photography. To do that, she went to the park. The place where she first became… inspired. She could only hope that she found some more inspiration here.

Sakura walked along the pathway in the middle of the park. The blossoms from the trees were swaying along the breezes of wind as a few kids ran about playing with each other. It almost looked exactly the same as the day that she first took photos as a little kid. Spring was coming to an end though. Soon enough the heat will increase as summer rolled in in about a month. That’s something that Sakura doesn’t like all that much. She hates the heat.

She idly walked along and took a few photos of the trees and blossoms. As much as she thought it would be a good idea to just take the photo of the cherry blossoms or something similar, it doesn’t feel right with her.

The teen tried to think about what she could find here that would be rebirth. Sure the photo itself may not need to necessarily mean actual rebirth or anything, but she wants it to. She wants the meaning to be obvious yet have its own hidden meaning. Curse her for wanting to have multiple layers to her photo.

Though she then thought to herself about her first time taking the photos. She wondered how that woman was doing… Was she also still doing photography? Perhaps she has her own business or something. That would be pretty cool. Sakura would kind of hope of doing that once she graduated college. She still has no idea who that woman was, never getting her name or anything. If Sakura has to guess, she’d say the woman must be around thirty now. An old lady.

Sakura wandered around the park. She listened to the ambient sounds around her, looking around lazily while sticking her hands in her pocket. Hm, if she didn’t find anything to photograph here, then she’d have to just enter in her photos of the cherry trees. At least she has a back-up.

Then she saw it. A fluttering little butterfly. A swallowtail.

It’s pale white wings with small black designs on it seemed to glow in sunlight, drawing Sakura’s attention to it. The butterfly flew past her face and slowly and gracefully landed on the bark of the tree besides her. She stared at it for a long moment before lifting the camera to snap a quick photo of it.

Sure, the butterfly isn’t the flashiest or prettiest one around, but Sakura is the same way. In her own opinion, she isn’t pretty, she doesn’t stand out, yet she’s changing. Becoming better in some ways. So perhaps she saw herself in the butterfly. So she is drawn to it as she captures the butterfly in a moment in time.

Just after she took the photo, the butterfly then flew off, disturbed by the teenager. Sakura watched it fly away, so she would never see it again. She looked down at her camera to see the photo that she took. Honestly… it’s perfect!

For the first time in a long time, she felt giddy. This photo is definitely amazing. No doubt is it a good pick for the gallery. Not only that, but butterflies are a universal symbol for metamorphosis, everyone knows that. So this is it, this is the photo for the gallery.

She smiled, “this is great!” She laughed joyously, a laugh that she hasn’t uttered since she was in middle school. For a moment, she almost started to jump around in excitement. Though she stopped before she embarrassed herself in public.

Sakura stared at the photo, a small smile crawled onto her face. She took the photo and placed it up on the wall, in the perfect place, just where it belongs. Admiring her work for a moment, she let out a content sigh. From this moment forward, things are looking pretty good.

Shimada noticed how Sakura seemed to have calmed herself down. Slowly, she joined Sakura to stare at the photo, “Don’t worry about anything, Sakura-chan. People are going to love your work!”

Sakura nodded her head at the encouraging words. With another quick breath, she calmed down completely. There’s no need to be. There were plenty of people who already said that they liked it, with some small criticism to the composition and color correction for it. Other than that, Sakura knows that this work is good. So she’s assured that she shouldn’t feel anxious about this any longer. It’s time to be confident in herself.

“Imouto!” Sakura jumped slightly at the shout from behind her and slowly turned around to find her brother. Apparently, a few students were already coming in to look at the gallery since everything is just about set up.

However, it wasn’t just her brother. It seemed like he had brought along the entire volleyball team with him. Aren’t they supposed to be practicing right now? She thought to herself in annoyance. Sakura sighed and approached the group, “Hi.”

They all looked around the room and stared at all the art pieces and photos that the conjoined clubs had nearly finished setting up. Suga glanced around at them all, “Everyone did a really good job with their work.”

“Yeah,” Asahi agreed, “all of you guys are really talented!”

Sakura nodded her head at him, “Oh! Oh!” Shōyō jumped up and down as he dragged his setter friend over to the framed photo. “Kageyama look at the cool picture that my sister did!”

The setter stared at the butterfly photo for a moment with narrowed eyes, “...I don’t get it.” Sakura rolled her eyes, she already knew that a simpleton like him probably wouldn’t understand anything in here. His brain probably couldn’t comprehend art.

Daichi walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder, “This is really good, Hinata-chan. Good job!”

Sakura muttered, “...Thanks.”

“Yeah, Sakura!” Nishinoya jumped over with stars in his eyes, “You did a really amazing job!”

She hid herself in her arms at the compliments constantly aimed at her, “Whatever.”

“Aw, no need to be embarrassed.” Endo cooed down at the girl who was growing even redder. He bent down and got up in her personal space. Sakura then stomped on the drama queen's foot, “Ow!” The third-year then hoped around on one foot as his friends laughed at him.

“It’s true, Hinata-chan.” Suga approached her with his usual large smile, “You’ve done a good job on this one. I may not know much about art, but I can tell you put a lot of thought into this.”

Sakura stared at him for a long moment and pursed her lips, “Really? You can tell…” She wasn’t sure if he understood the fact that a butterfly on it’s own could mean “rebirth” or if she was trying to change herself. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if he did see it as a symbol of herself. He’s pretty observant and if Yamaguchi could see her issue, then Suga probably could too.

He flashes her a thumbs up and a heart warming smile that may or may not have flustered Sakura. “Of course.”

The group then started to move on, the others finding something else that caught their eye. Sakura is just glad that they weren’t going to bother her any more. Hopefully they won’t come back and she’ll get to leave before they try to bombard her again. Just as she had thought she got away with it, a large shadow engulfed her. She looked up to find that it is the bitchy blond giant himself looming over her with a bored expression. Yeah, he’s certainly someone she wasn’t looking forward to seeing here.

The boy stared at her with narrowed eyes before taking a quick glance at the photo, "Oh, it's a picture of a butterfly.” The tall blonde rolled his eyes, “how original."

Sakura clicked her tongue and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't see any other photos of a butterfly, are you seeing something I'm not?"

"I thought you'd pick something a tad bit more interesting, not just a silly butterfly." Lightning struck between the two as they continued to glare at each other.

For a moment, Tsukishima's appearance changed in Sakura's mind. Instead of being blonde and golden-eyed, he had black hair and dull blue eyes. She thought of Sato Hitoshi, and how he looked down at her the same way. Always thinking that he's better than her, that he had the answers that she didn't. Months ago, she may have been more self-conscious about her photography. She would have succumbed to her doubts and wilted under his stare. However, she's learned to not take malicious opinions like Sato's or Tsukishima's to heart. They were saying these things just to get under her skin, just to cause even more self-doubt in herself.

She's different now.

Being around the photography club, getting those compliments and kind constructive criticism has helped to boost her confidence. She was better now, at least a little. Sakura could brush off Tsukishima now about her photography just like with every other thing he tries to say to her.

Sakura made sure to stand tall, well as tall as she could in front of this beanpole of a teenager. She squared her shoulders and stared straight into his gold irises. "You may think it's silly, but it has meaning to me. And that's all that matters.” Her words were strong and loud, no doubtful tone in her voice at all. “Say what you want about my work. I know it's good, and a lot of other people think so too."

Tsukishima stared at her for a long moment, processing the fact that she was standing up for herself. He knew that she doesn’t get riled up like her brother and doesn’t get that emotional about things. He also knows that she doesn’t like confrontation. At least, the sort of confrontation that involves her own problems. He’s seen first hand how she stands up for her brother most of the time. However, to see her stand up from herself is new. Something he never thought he’d see.

The blond continued to stare at her for a moment, and Sakura easily stared back at him with no sign of backing down. Tsukishima scoffed loudly before turning away and walking off. Honestly, Sakura saw that as a win.

“So did you find out why you like photography?”

Sakura turned to find that it was Yamaguchi who had approached her this time. He smiled sheepishly and apologetically, seemingly apologizing for Tsukishima’s behavior. She brushed it off though, no need to think about that asshole. “A bit. This certainly… helped, I guess.” She then cleared her throat, “Thanks for your advice, Yamaguchi. I… appreciate it.”

Yamaguchi’s smile widened, “No problem, Hinata-chan.”

“Sakura.”

He blinked, “Huh?”

Sakura turned away from him with pursed lips. She certainly was getting quite embarrassed today, isn’t she. “Just call me Sakura, so you don’t confuse my brother and I.” He’s a friend now, she thought. He’s seen her real problem with self-esteem, so he deserved to be regarded as someone closer to her. It seemed like she was building up plenty of friendships now.

“Oh, all right.” He chuckled lightly while shaking the back of his neck, “Then call me Tadashi.”

Sakura smiled lightly, at least, a larger smile than Yamaguchi has ever seen from her. “Right.”

To be honest, that went far better than Sakura could have ever thought. There was no need to be so anxious about this she realized. Today was far more… relaxing than she would have thought. So as the sky was starting to darken, Sakura’s mood was more than bright. Though you wouldn’t be able to tell that with how she kept herself so calm on the outside.

The day was winding down, school had now completely ended and really only a few clubs were still going on. Mainly it was the sports teams continuing their long practices, including the boy’s volleyball team. Sakura gathered her belongings with a content sigh and started to head out of the classroom. She was quite hungry and could totally go for a meat bun right now. Daichi might end up getting her one again if she flashed him her large eyes. After all, she did a good job today.

“Hey, Sakura,” Shimada called out as the small club followed after her. She turned around to find her president smiling widely at her, obviously extremely proud after today. Shimada bounced in her place, “We’re all going out to get some boba! We do this after every gallery, it’s kind of a ritual. You wanna come with?”

The five upperclassmen all stared at Sakura expectantly. However, there seemed to be a small air of hesitancy. It seems like they figure that it is pointless to ask her, as if they already know her answer. Sakura shuffled slightly, “Oh, um…” She chewed on her bottom lip, “I don’t know.”

Sakura isn’t a stranger to hanging out with people. However, hanging out with her own friend group, without Shōyō… is different. She’s unsure if she would consider it a good difference or bad difference just yet. As much as she’d like to distance herself from Shōyō, it was still up for debate on how quickly she is going to do that. Leaving any sort of comfort zone for her was already anxiety inducing as it is. However, to do it too quickly might scare her off. She has to find a pace for herself that doesn’t cause her to want to abandon her quest for individuality.

Yokoyama Nobu, a blond haired second-year nodded their head rapidly and pulled Sakura from her thoughts, “Come on, you deserve a treat after today.”

“Yeah, you did so good, shortstacks!” Wada Katski, another light-blue haired second-year, chuckled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Sakura huffed lightly and looked away from the group, “I can’t… I have to go with my brother to his practice.”

The upperclassmen all shared a glance with each other, obviously not surprised at that. Though that didn’t mean a few of them didn’t deflate just a bit. Shimada scratched the back of her neck, “Ah, well then.”

Mori Aiko, the white-haired vice president, waved her hand “Another time then.”

“...yeah.” Sakura muttered as she turned around and started to head to the gym, not really wanting to see their disappointed looks. They all seem to know her almost unhealthy attachment to her brother, and they just wanted to help her. Everyone of her senpais saw that she wanted to be her own person, make a name for herself, but they just weren’t sure what to really do to help her. They want to be her friend. It just seems like they’re just going to have to wait a bit longer.

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Breakfast, Meetings, and Clean Apartments Chapter 4

I stood in a dark void alone. Silence filled my ears. I felt fear sink into me when I heard a laugh. I looked up to see the queen bee of my school, Jessica. Her long, flawlessly straight brown hair up in a ponytail, her perfect, tan, unblemished skin, 10 rating body in a cheer outfit stood over me. "Do you honestly think you could run from me? I thought you would've known better than that. Even if it's not my friends and myself, you'll be targeted again. A new school won't help. You're our little toy; don't think we'll give up so easily. He'll grow tired of you soon enough." Her voice was filled with malice, hate, and control. I watched as she was about to grab me before she was pushed aside by my parents.

"Look at you. You worthless bitch, do you really think he can save you from everything forever? You'll be back with you're good parents soon. Then we'll decide a just and fair punishment," they said in unison, adding venom to the last part. "How dare you think that you can just leave us. He'll see what you're really worth soon enough." Then I heard his voice.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), where are you?" He sounded worried. Then he appeared before me. "Oh, there you are. Look, Sarah called, and she's getting the wedding back together. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be on your own now. You've come so far, though; you should be able to save yourself now." He looked at me with happiness. He looked at everyone around me. "Anyway, with all these people to love you, you'll be safe."

"Brendon, th-these are th-the ones that I-I-I need saving from!" I cried out as he stood up.

"Don't be crazy, (y/n/n). If this is what I took you away from, you should feel ashamed for playing me as the fool. Have a nice life."

I awoke with a start as tears streamed down my face. I was sitting straight up in a sunlit living room. It took me a second to remember everything from last night. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I stood up feeling much more relaxed than I had a few seconds ago. When I did, I noticed that Brendon hadn't moved since last night. I smiled and set the blanket on top of him. Suddenly my stomach growled, and I saw it was 8 a.m. I went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. 'It's the least I can do.' Surprisingly, it seemed that whatever was causing my muscles to give out yesterday wasn't effecting me today because 30 minutes later bacon, eggs, biscuits, and hash browns were perfectly prepared along with fresh coffee. I set the table, and went to wake up Brendon when I ran right into him. I stumbled back a bit, but he caught my wrist and held me to his chest. "Good morning," I said looking at his slightly messy hair. 'He looks so sexy right now.' I shook my head as I tried to change my train of thought. "You must be starved."

He gave me a smirk as he sat down at the table. "Now, how did my little civilian get all this ready for me? Also, (y/n/n), did you take your medicine?" He asked as he began preparing his plate.

"I have no idea, what ever was messed up yesterday isn't as messed up today. Maybe it's triggered by some emotion," I said as I remembered it only happened when I was stressed, upset, or nervous. "Also, no, I figured I need to eat before taking it. Oh, do you have anything planned for today?" I asked sitting beside him and making my own plate.

"I have a band meeting at 10, but other than that, no. Why?"

"No reason, I was thinking that if I was going to spending the day here, than I was wondering what I would do." I had already planned on picking up the house a bit if he left.

"Well, you could come with me."

"I'll pass, I don't want your friends thinking you've gone mad, anyway, I'm feeling lazy."

"Oh, okay," he said sounding dejected.

"I will go with you next time, I promise."

The rest of breakfast went by quietly and he was buzzing off to get ready to go as I cleaned up the table. I plugged my iPod into a set of speakers in the living room, sat down on the couch book in hand, and made it appear that this was my plan for the day. Before he left, he came and gave me a hug, and two pills since I forgot. "Remember, you have to take those every six hours," he said as he walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes and gulped down the pills before I got up and quickly got to work on the house. I gathered all of the trash, dirty dishes, and dirty clothes around the apartment, even from Brendon's room after a really long debate with myself. After getting all the dishes washed, the trash in the waste basket, and a load of laundry started, I began to dust. I kept working happily listening to all of Panic! At The Disco's songs. I even vacuumed, swept, and mopped. After four hours of cleaning I was folding the last bit of laundry when I heard the door open and close. I was in the laundry room, so I figured Brendon was just getting home.

"(Y/n)? Who the hell came and cleaned the apartment?" I heard him asking as he opened up my door. "(Y/n), where the hell are you?"

"The laundry room," I said as I gathered up the laundry in a basket to go and put away. I met him in the kitchen. "How was the meeting?"

"Fun, now what in the world are you doing?" He asked me as I passed by. "Wait, give me that." He took the basket from me and began putting stuff away.

"I was putting up laundry."

"Why?"

"I felt the need to. Was I not supposed to?" I felt worried that I had over stepped a boundary that he had set up that I was unaware off.

"No, you were supposed to be lounging around. If I knew you were going to be doing all of this, I would have dragged your ass off to the meeting with me. I told the guys about you, and they want to meet you. I said you had to stay home because you weren't up to moving around a whole lot. You made me lie to my band," he used a mock sad voice. "Also, I don't think Doctor Andrews will be happy if he knew you were cleaning my house. I really don't need that guy lecturing me. If I didn't know any better, I would swear he was your dad."

"Oh, is that all. I thought I had made you mad at me," I said sitting down on the couch. "I'm sorry, I lied, but if I hadn't then I wouldn't have been able to show you my appreciation. Also, I promised I'd go with you next time."

He finished putting up the laundry and placed the basket in the laundry room. He sat beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Well, the house looks a thousand times better, but you could have had an accident while I was away. You would've been helpless since you left the "Brendon" signal in your room."

I burst out laughing at this. I also blushed as he hugged me closer to his body. He was wearing a tight grey shirt, a grey beanie, black skinny jeans, and his glasses. He once again looked sexy as hell. "The 'Brendon' signal?"

"Yeah, you know, your cell."

"Oh, well, next time, I'll keep it on me. Oh, why did you tell the guys about me?"

"Eh, I just felt they should know that a cute girl was staying with me, so they'd be on their best behavior when they bring over lunch."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, yeah, you might want to go get cleaned up the band's coming over for lunch, and it's on them," he said winking at me.

I smacked his chest as I rushed to my room to grab a (f/c) v-neck blouse, (s/f/c) light jacket, (f/c) skirt, (s/f/c) tights, and my flats. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to clean the apartment!" I shouted as I stepped into the shower, and I could hear Brendon laughing. I quickly finished, put on my clothes, put on a light layer of make up and did my hair. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, a knock resounded through the apartment. "That must be them," I said walking by Brendon. I had the door opened and was in shock when I heard Brendon coming up behind me saying, "actually, their just now getting the fo-." I looked to him and saw his face go to shock.

"Well, Brendon, who's this slut?"

#brendon urie #panic! at the disco #x reader

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(Oh I know that mood! XDD Its confusing but good at the same time XDD ^^)

OMG that '(or two') of them gave me an idea. Imagine Buttercup and Thumper's reactions to Poppy dating Psycho and Greasy.

:)... :D... XD

Okay the rest is under the cut XDD

I love your responce, thank you so much!! I'm glad they, too, hate Henry- but also I wanna give them a very long and dull timeout for 'i-told-you-so'-ing Poppy =_= Follow up question! How did they feel about... << >> *sharpening my knives* *getting jim to load some guns because i don't know how* *bracing everyone*... Ben?...

OMG- I am SO EXCITED!! that you asked me a question about this!! I will do my best!

Okay- The Toon Patrol's Reactions to Poppy's Parents:

Greasy: "Ehhh, their loss is our gain." *plotting inwardly*

On the outside Greasy is quite calm, just listening quietly to Poppy's story and then giving her a pat on her hand like 'its okay, you've got us now'- like he's not very interested in this.

But in actuality his brain is just... occupied. He's scheming. Hatching. Thinking how... these people Quietly considering all the angles and what he can do to these people... not really as comeuppance- because you cant really give someone back their childhood, it doesn't work that way. He knows that perfectly well, - , just out of spite. For Poppy. Because that's how Greasy's mind works.

You do something he doesn't like, you get fucked. And not in a good way.

So he'll be quite quiet for the rest of the day after that... lost in the back of the group... "Oh?? No no Poppy, don't worry!, I'm just tired today~ I'm not thinking about aaanything... "

Psycho: "Poppy... how would you feel if I paid them a visit?~ "

These are the people that made her go into horror cartoons?? They... why?? That was terrible for her!! She has t r a u m a!!

While Poppy was explaining her childhood and her parents, Psycho is getting more and more twitchy... Its honestly making Stupid quite nervous sitting beside him.

'Poppy... Poppy has people... who make her unhappy??

That cant be right. Why are we letting this happen?? Boss- '

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. Poppy is NEVER gonna deal with her parents alone, again. She has to call them?- Guess who just let himself into her house and will be sat next to her or will be rooting/snooping through her cupboards the whole time for moral support. She has to go SEE them??- Guess who followed her and is glaring at them through a window.

She is his person ^^ So she's not alone, period.

Smartass: "... that's rough, Pops. ... watcha thinkin, Grease?"

Smartass KNOWS that Greasy is plotting something and he's on board with whatever underhanded, dirty, unfair, twisted plan he comes up with.

He cant do the sympathy, he's not even gonna try- but the revenge, yeah that he can help with. That will make Poppy feel better, right? It would make him feel better! "Yeah Pops, he's not thinkin' nothin'. Hey, you want tea? Lets getcha some tea- Wheezy, what are you doing? Nothing? Great, make her some fricken tea- "

Stupid: "We'll adopt you instead, Pop's!!"

Stupid has a quick fix for her XD ^^ He will be her parent. All better!~ "Now come on, lets go get some ice cream with mum (A.K.A Wheezy) and then you have to clean your room, okay??"

He also as lots of cuddles for her.

Wheezy: "... Her name's 'Buttercup'?"

Wheezy is, as usual, the calm one in the middle of all this chaos- Poppy can use him to ground herself.

I mean, he's PISSED. He hates the sound of these guys, he really does, and if he ever met them he'd be inconveniencing them as much as possible - leaving his cigarettes in their potted plants and putting them out on the walls and couches, possibly taking a lazy piss on the front porch, bluntly question them about inappropriate stuff like "so, is it true you two could be cousins?" and "Is 'buttercup' a... nickname?? or somethin??... " and 'so pop's tells me you two are pretty strict- how come you're fat then? no control, huh?', etc, - but he isn't, you know... so personally offended, like some of the others 😅😅They all take this quite to heart, as they are insane, but he is more thinking that this is Poppy's issue... and he'll be behind her, however she wishes to deal with it.

If that means mostly freezing them out, except a call every now and then- then fine. He's not thrilled, he thinks if they really cause her so much heartache then they aren't worth her time or thought and she should just drop 'em, "but fine... this is how you wanna handle this? Okay." He's very much in her corner, but just without being overbearing.

Hey! ^^ Hope uou're having a good day- you seem to be in a really inspired mood!! That's amazing!! ^^

I have a two questions! About Poppy's parents!!

So, I gather that they're very strict and have an image of her they want her to adhere to, whether she wants to or not.

... how do they react to her friendship with the Toon Patrol?

And how did they feel about Henry? 🤔

I am! Today is a good day, and inspiration is flowing through me (a little too much, in a way? I wanted to focus on something else actually, but I couldn't tear away from the family posts XD)

Ooooh those are really good questions! I'm glad you asked!

Well, you're right. Buttercup and Thumper wanted their daughter to not associate with 'no-good ruffians'... Which means they would NOT approve of her making friends with any of the weasels. Let alone the whole gang (let alone dating one (or two) of them).

Though they'd have to find out about her friendship inthe first place. Aside from the 'necassary' phone calls, Poppy doesn't really share her life with her parents outside of a "Things are going good", and she definitely wouldn't want any of her friends to meet her parents. Especially if those friends were these crazy weasels. Not because she's ashamed of her friends, but because she dreads interactions with her family at all and doesn't want her friends to be around them either.

If they ever did meet though, disappointment wouldn't even begin to cover how Buttercup and Thumper would feel about her new friends. A pervert, a loon, a chain smoker, a pea brain, and a crime boss? No. They wouldn't approve. And they would make absolutely sure Poppy was well aware of it.

So, unless they dropped in for a conveniently timed surprise visit while she had friends over, or they just so happened to cross paths on the street, or one of the weasels actually asks Poppy about her family, nobody is going to know about each other if Poppy can help it. Maybe one of the weasels find her after a call and asks her what's got her so down (maybe a certain weasel decides to drop in for a surprise visit and actually walks in on her calling her parents). But either way, Poppy is making damn sure that they don't meet.

The same applies to Henry. They did not like him at all and tried to get her to leave him. And that is probably one of the only positive things they could have done for Poppy. He was a homeless, jobless slimebag who used his good looks and charisma to get what he wanted from their daughter.

He did act like he was a good person when Poppy introduced him to her parents. But they still didn't like him because he wasn't the kind of man they wanted her to end up with. Poppy refused to leave Henry though, insisting that they needed to give him a chance.

When Henry left her, they weren't sympathetic. They pretty much just gave her a passive-aggressive, "We told you so. You should've listened." The one good thing about that is that it was one of the pushing points for Poppy to limit contact with them.

Thank you so much for asking!! If you have anymore, I'd be happy to answer! ^^

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supernatural-bias · 3 years ago

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sard i started thinking again-

simpbur but based on the your new boyfriend video- that white button up shirt gets to me...

but! wilbur's a man on the grind, he's working 9-5, trying to deal with his crippling student debt while also managing his simp tendencies (that probably qualify for a restraining order) so he's tired like all of the time, red bull can only do so much for so long

and of course he looks a wreck ninety percent of the time because christ it's simpbur, but i'm thinking that you notice, maybe he's the guy that comes in for coffee every morning at the place you work minimum wage at, maybe he's the guy always half out of it on your train ride home each night, maybe he's your coworker who is always a little nervous around you, but no matter who he is to you, you notice because he doesn't look ok like at all, he looks like he's one strong gust of wind from turning into a very cute pile of dust

so you ask him how he's doing, how his day's going, and he just lights up, like somehow your small bit of care and concern just fixed his entire world, and he blushes before telling you it's going well (it's not) and asking about yours, and by the end of it you've asked him to go to dinner with you (whether it's a date or just new friends eating together is up for debate) but you get into this routine with him, you get dinner twice a week and at first you were excited for those dinners because will always looked so much better at them, he's smiling, in a fresh sweater, you even think he's washed his beanie, but then after a few more weeks of dinners you look forward to them because you look forward to will, there's just something about seeing him come out of his shell, pull himself partially out of this rut he's been in for such a long time that makes you swell with pride (and maybe adoration) because whether or not it's romantic, you love will

and then your dinners start to change, they go from being at whichever restaurant google said was good to being at your flat, cooking a meal together (the day he offered to host at his you were beaming with joy because he'd never let you that far into his life before, probably because he hadn't cleaned his flat since he first moved in) and then it keeps changing even more from there, dinners at yours change to movie nights every thursday, your sunday lunches change to having little sleepovers the saturday before and then going out to a little place by the pier (and of course he's a simp throughout all of this, but he's starting to realize what makes you happy is him getting better, so he tries) and then one day you notice things will has probably noticed all along, you don't pack a bag for your saturday sleepovers because your shampoo is in his shower and your toothbrush is beside his, half of his top drawer is yours, hell you keep a pair of shoes at his house, but what really hits the nail on the head for you is one morning when you're doing the dance you two do to get ready for lunch, seamlessly opening cabinets without even having to ask the other to move, will flipping the pancakes while you brush your teeth, you're in a white button up (too big to be yours) and your underwear when you open the fridge and it's the two of you. the fridge is the perfect mix of you and wilbur, your go to drink is sitting right beside his, there's prepackaged cookie dough that you bought together, there's a box of leftovers from last night's take out and everything about this is just too domestic. it's flat out weird, you'd never been this at home in a house that isn't yours, why the hell are you so comfortable here? and then you turn around to try and shake this feeling only catch this view of will, bright rays of morning sun streaming through the windows, catching perfectly on his side profile while he makes you your cup of tea in grey sweats and a tshirt that has one too many holes from years of love. and that's when it hits you. that's what this is. it's love, you're head over heels absolutely in love. and then you think of every time you've looked at him the way you are now, when you first slept in the same bed after thursday movie night because the weather was dreadful, when he anxiously told you he was going to start seeing a therapist and you about jumped over the dinner table telling him how proud of him you were, when he picked you up from a bar at three in the morning and wouldn't even let you think of apologizing for needing him, when he got a promotion and you cried because you were so happy for him.

so you tell him. you shut the fridge, turning to him, all you can think is that he looks like angel, an absolute angel in the morning light, and you just spit it out "Will, I'm in love with you", and this is my lack of sleep induced rant so of course he's going to look you dead in the eyes with the biggest grin in the world before saying "It's about time you figured that out love"

and happily ever after.

-💕 (sard i don't even know if this is understandable, i just wrote and wrote and we ended up here)

I AM KISSING YOU AND YOUR WRINKLY BRAIN JANE. DO YOU FEEL THAT??? THAT IS FEELING OF ALL MY RESPECT BEING GIVEN TO YOU

#I CANT EVEN ADD ANYTHING ITS TOO GOOD #dsmp #dsmp x reader #(y/n)#simpbur #simpbur x reader #anon asks

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milazka · 4 years ago

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not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

the less i know the better masterlist

main masterlist

summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose.

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her.

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare.

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins.

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched.

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget.

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance.

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious.

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash.

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt.

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?”

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm.

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?”

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well.

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?”

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.”

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,”

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine.

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds. She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him.

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him.

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl.

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?”

“Uh no, should I have?”

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?”

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question.

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years ago

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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A/N: This part was inspired on the song Treacherous by Taylor Swift

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

Treacherous

You can't believe you let Billy convince you into this. These parties were never your thing. They usually happen during the week, and on the next day, you can see the effects on those who went. Today is Saturday, but even so.

Maybe it was Billy's intense stare, or how he smiled and caressed your cheek as he asked you to go with him... Or how he said he wouldn't go without you because there would be no point.

Sighing, you look at yourself in the mirror, blushing at the memories. Your hair is styled with some waves, and they flow down your shoulders. The dress you choose is tight, perfectly hugging your body. Not too tight though, as the dresses Stacy and her friends wear. It's decent and delicate, pink and black... And you wonder if Billy will like it.

“(Y/N), Billy is here!” Your mother yells and you sigh, fixing your hair and leaving the bathroom.

Once you put the high heels on, you take your purse and go downstairs. Billy is seated on the couch, but his eyes find you immediately, and he stands up. “Hey.” You mutter, walking over a very weird Billy. He has his mouth half-open, eyes scanning your body. “Have you lost something?” Trying to keep the sassy tone, you cross your arms, heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I just never saw you on a dress before and...” He sighs, eyes meeting yours and a smirk coming to his lips. “You're stunning.”

Biting your lip, you look down, taking in the leather jacket and the red shirt underneath, which has a lot of buttons left open. “You look good too.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. “Shall we go?”

“Sure.” Nodding, you start walking to the front door.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls, and when you turn around, she's standing by the kitchen door frame. “Be back by ten, alright?”

Silently, you nod before waving and walking out.

The ride to the party is filled with small talk. Billy keeps stealing glances, a small smile that never leaves his lips.

Once you get there, a house you don't even know who lives in, you raise your eyebrows as you walk in. The music is loud, but the people are louder. The place is crowded, and you wouldn't want to be the one to clean this place after.

“So, what do you think?” Billy asks, mouth close to your ear.

“It's very loud!” You tell him, and someone bumps on you, making your shoulder collapse on his chest.

Billy gives someone a hard stare before looking down at you. “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Come.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the living room, which has the furniture all moved, creating an open space. There are a lot of people here already, but they move aside for Billy. A lot of eyes lay on you, but you ignore them. “I don't even know if you can dance, pretty girl.”

“Oh, I do.” Smirking at him, you wrap your arms around his neck, and start moving.

Billy raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed as his hands encircle your waist. You're very, very close, and you can feel all of his body. Your cheeks burn, the proximity making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. The heels do make you closer to his lips, but still, he'd have to bend down to kiss you.

Kissing Billy Hargrove. You never thought you'd want to do such thing.

But here you are now, dancing with him, spinning around and colliding your back against his chest as his arms hold you close, moving to the hectic beat. And it's perfect, amazing. Not because of the party, but because of him. You want to be like this forever, in his arms.

“You? Here?” The voice, very familiar breaks through your stupor, and you come back to Earth. Steve raises an eyebrow, purposely ignoring the man holding you. “I could never convince you to come to these parties. Not even when we were dating.”

Billy gets tense behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter. “Well, that was because I never had a good reason to come. Now I do.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at Billy. “Where's your girl?”

“Bathroom.” He says, looking around. “There she is. Gotta go.” He steps away, but stops suddenly, eyes focusing on Billy for the first time. “You try anything with her I–”

“Steve, go.” Cutting him off, you speak up. “I'll be alright, Billy treats me well.”

“He better do.” With one last angry stare, Steve walks away, and you breathe out, relieved.

“I'll get you something to drink,” Billy says, letting go of you. You turn around, giving him a look. “A soda. Just soda.” Smiling, he raises both hands in defeat. “I know you well, pretty girl.”

“Alright. I'll check the backyard.”

“I'll meet you there,” Billy says and you nod, starting to make your way through the people.

The backyard isn't empty, but it's not crowded as the house is. Blame it on the cold. It's freezing, and you wish you had brought a jacket. The yard is cute though. A single three and some wooden tables scattered around. There's a bench under the tree, so you sit there bracing yourself and rubbing your arms.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you find Tyler coming to join you on the bench. “You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks.” His tone sounds weird, and you move away from him a little.

“People didn't use to notice you, but they sure are now. And God, you're so beautiful.” He says, and you give him a confused glance. Why is he saying this? “How did you manage to stay invisible for so long?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders. “Because I'm not the type of girl guys like you pay attention to. And now that I'm with Billy–"

“You're with Billy?” He cuts you off, eyes following a small group of people walking by. “Is it official?”

“Mmm... We're... We're hanging out.”

“There's a big difference, see...” Tyler moves closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You immediately shake his hand away, but he keeps it on the backrest of the bench. “Because if you're with Billy, your off-limits. And if you're not... Well, I can have a shot with you.” Tyler run his fingers through your shoulder, all the way to the back of your neck. So you get up, not even trying to seem polite.

“I'm not interested, Tyler.” Bracing yourself from the cold, you look down at him.

“Look, you know Billy won't keep you. Save yourself a broken heart.”

“(Y/N),” Billy calls and you thank the heavens. Turning around, you find Billy coming your way. “Tyler.” He says in a weird, plain tone.

“Billy.”

“Here.” He hands you over the can of soda, eyebrows furrowed. “Everything alright?”

“Sure,” Tyler speaks before you can, a humorless laugh escaping his lips.

“Wasn't talking to you.” He snaps, eyes coming to look at you.

“I'm fine.” With a half-smile, you tell him, craking the can open and taking a sip.

“Mmm.” Billy mumbers, and you can read the question in his eyes. “Here.” He says at the same time he starts taking his jacket off. “You're cold.”

“I'm not, really.” You protest, but he puts the jacket around your shoulders anyway. “I mean it, B. You'll be cold.”

“I'm alright.” He assures you. “And come. Let's get out of here.” Without giving Tyler a second glance, Billy guides you away, and you don't even try to resist.

You thought he was driving you home, but instead, he took you to a snack bar, where he bought you ice cream. And here, leaning against his car in the almost empty parking lot, you're having more fun than you were back at the party. The night is a bit cold, but the sensation Billy brings out makes you warm.

“Did Tyler say anything?” He asks, putting his empty plastic ice cream cup on the hood of his car.

“No, just... He said I'm pretty, that you'll break my heart so I should give him a chance.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, putting your cup next to his before pushing yourself up, sitting on the hood of his Camaro. “But don't mind him. Nobody else knows what happens between us.”

“I won't break your heart. I'm scared you will break mine.” Billy says, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. “(Y/N), I...” He comes closer, his hand, on the hood, touching your leg. Then you fold a leg under yourself, your body leaning closer to him. It happens involuntary, as a need you have you didn't even know was there. “I use to act and think and feel like I was unbreakable. But you... You made me weak.” It comes out as a plead, and Billy ends the little distance between you two. His face is too close, and his blue eyes are everything you see as his hand comes to caress your cheek. “I'm completely at your mercy. I'll do anything you say”

You've never been this close to Billy. And yet, you want more. The whole world is out of focus, and even the gravity is too much. Your heart needs him, it wants him. “Put your lips close to mine...” Your voice is barely a whisper, as your mind tries to win the fight over your heart. You'd be smart to walk away, but Billy is quicksand. He pulls you in. His kindness, gentleness... His touch, his voice, his eyes... Every single thing draws you closer. “As long as they don't touch...”

“I'm in love with you,” Billy says, eyes never leaving yours. “I've been since I saw you for the first time but it only got stronger. When we're close, I want to kiss you, and touch you and look at you... And when I see you walking away all I can hear is the sound of my own voice asking you to stay.”

A smile takes over your lips. He's confessing it, he's saying it with all the words. Billy's heart is open... And he loves you. “Everyone warns me about you. They tell me not to fall for the bad boy and sometimes it scares me but... Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know.” Holding on the collar of his shirt, just to make sure he'll stay close, you look at his lips. “But nothing safe is worth the drive so...”

“(Y/N)...” He says, begs, pleads.

“This path is reckless... Treacherous... But I like it.”

And it's settled. You want him. And when Billy loses control, when he kisses you, you surrender. His lips taste like ice cream at first, but soon after all you can taste is him. And it's amazing, indescribable, inebriating. You've never kissed someone like that, you never wanted to kiss someone like that, and now you know why.

You've been waiting to kiss Billy all along.

And when you have to pull away, he holds you close, forehead touching as you both catch your breathes. The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable. It's the silence of two people in love enjoying each other's company.

“So...” Billy says after a while, his thumb caressing your lower lip. “I believe we're dating now.”

The different tone makes you laugh, playfully pushing him away and jumping off the hood. “What makes you think that?”

“A good girl like you wouldn't kiss someone she's not dating.”

“I'll make an exception for you...” With a smirk, you open the passenger door. “We can go back to the party if you want.”

“No way. I'm taking you home.” Billy gestures for you to get inside, closing the door for you.

“Are you for real?” You ask as he starts the car.

“Yup.”

“You know my mother isn't home, right? She wouldn't even know.” Putting the seat belt on, you look at Billy. He has a smile on. The kind of smile you've never seen before.

“No, I want to make things right this time.” He glances at you, and your eyes fall on his lips, making you want to kiss him again.

Blushing, you nod, looking at the road ahead. “Alright.”

On the ride home, you listen to some music. And as he speeds through the streets, you sing out loud. Some people look with an angry face, eyebrows furrowed, but it only makes you sing louder. You're happy, like you never felt before.

The song is only turned off when he stops by your house, and you step out of the car. Billy walks you to your front door, and you stop there, turning to face him.

“I had fun tonight.” You tell him, a hand on the door handle, but with no intention of going inside.

“So did I.” He mutters in a low voice, stepping closer. Despite the high heels, he's still taller, so you raise your head to look at him. The darkness hides you both from curious eyes, and it makes you brave enough to move closer, holding on to his shirt.

“You know that if I cross the door with this jacket I won't give it back anymore, right?” You whisper, a smile on your lips.

“Take it, it's yours.” He whispers back, a hand caressing your cheek. “The jacket... My heart...” And he kisses you again, slowly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his lips and mouth against the cold of the night.

But he pulls away too soon, and you sigh. “What?”

“It's past ten, pretty girl. Get inside.” He places a kiss on your forehead, reaching behind you and pushing the door open. “See you tomorrow at school.”

“Good night, B.” Smiling, you turn around and step inside, but the door remains open until his car disappears down the street.

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thedaredevilsgirl · 4 years ago

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Chapter Two - Vibrating

Warning: Smut (vibrator use, fingering and dirty talk)

Word count: 1,817

I'm starting to think I'm terrible at writing smut, but I swear I'm trying to improve. I hope you like it

You and Tom have always been close, everyone knew that, but after the events of the last week it seemed that you were even closer. He was always waiting for you so you could go to campus together, walking you to your class and taking you to the library before you went back to the fraternity.

"Megan said she is waiting for me in front of the library and can take me home later, so you don't have to wait for me today." You say to Tom as they walked to the library.

"Are you sure honey?"

"Yeah, see you later" you turn to look at him.

"Can I come to your room tonight?" He asks with a mischievous smile on his face.

Every time he smiled like that it made you nervous, you nod your head positively and he steps closer tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear before bending down a little to be your size and whispering.

"I can't wait to touch you again angel," you feel your whole body shiver at those words.

Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead and goes in the opposite direction from you.

When you turn to enter the library you see Megan with her arms crossed in front of her body looking at you suspiciously, you approach her and she pulls you inside the library quickly making you sit on one of the tables and sitting in front of you.

"You're going to tell me everything that's going on right now," she commands.

"What are you talking about Megan? Nothing is going on" you try to cover it up.

"Y/N I'm not an idiot, why are you and Tom suddenly so close?"

"We've always been close" you answer as if it's obvious.

"Yes, because he is your brother's best friend, but now you are acting like a couple, like you are fucking...OH MY GOD YOU ARE FUCKING" some people who were inside look at the two of you angrily.

"Keep your voice down please, and no, we are not fucking...not yet at least."

"Oh my god, what do you mean not yet?" She asks agitated.

"I asked him to teach me how to fuck" you say softly and embarrassed "he said yes and maybe he gave me a oral earlier in the week" you admit all at once.

She puts her hands over her mouth to avoid screaming again, and you can see the excitement in her eyes.

"Finally you're doing something about your feelings," she says with a smile.

"I don't have feelings for him" "A seriously" she rolls her eyes" You have liked him since first grade and he likes you too, you just never did anything because your idiot brother would kill him"

"That's not true" he tries to defend himself and she just looks at him with disdain.

"You can literally feel the sexual tension between the two of you."

"Anyway, it's just sex Megan, nothing else is going to happen, I just need the experience." You say. She suddenly gets up from the table again drawing glances at both of you.

"Get up" she says quickly grabbing her things.

"What? Why? I thought we were going to study".

"No, we're going shopping".

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When your friend Megan said you were going shopping, you thought she was talking about going to some clothing store, but that's not what happened.

"Why are we here?" You ask Megan as soon as she has you enter a sex shop getting a blush as you look at the things there.

"I just thought since you started your sex life you might want a few things" She says laughing.

"If I had known you were going to act this way I wouldn't have told you" you roll your eyes "can we please leave".

"No, come on Y/N, have some fun, I know this isn't really your thing, but I guarantee that once you try it you will like it, you just need to give it a chance" she speaks while looking for something specific in the store.

"Try what exactly?" "

Here" she takes something from one of the shelves before turning to you again "try this on" she puts the box in your hand.

"No, no way" you turn red as you hold the small box of bal vibrator in your hand.

"Y/N, think along with me, you tonight, going into Tom's room and saying you want him to use this on you" she points to the vibrator.

You can picture exactly the scene perfectly and it sounds wonderful.

"I'm sure you'll kill him with a hard-on just by suggesting it, and you'll still have a wonderful orgasm, so...will you try it?" She ask.

"Ok, fine" you give in.

"Great" she smiles "don't worry, I'll pay, thank me after Holland makes you cum".

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You ran to your room as soon as you arrived at the fraternity, only to take the vibrator out of the box and clean it, You also changed your lingerie for one that you had just bought. You wanted to impress Tom a little tonight.

As soon as you get dressed again and hide the small vibrator in the pocket of your sweatshirt you finally make your way to Tom's room.

"May I come in?" You ask knocking on Tom's bedroom door.

"Hey" he says as he opens the door and gives you room to enter "I was just on my way to your room, I thought you'd be here early" he locks the door.

"Megan and I decided to do some shopping" you say smiling and sit down at the study table.

"Did you buy anything interesting?" You ask curious.

"Yeah, I mean we went to some cool stores, forever 21, Gap, Victoria Secrets and Megan took me to a sex shop" you say as if it wasn't something interesting and Tom looks at you surprised.

"Megan took you where? He asks, maybe he had heard you wrong.

"To a sex shop," you shrug.

"Why?" he asks walking over to you and standing between your legs.

"I wanted to see something" you say a little nervously taking the small vibrator from your pocket "actually I wanted to try something"

"What?" Just imagining you going to a sex shop made Tom horny.

"I want you to use this on me" she puts the dildo in his hand.

He sighs as he looks at the vibrator and soon after he is kissing you desperately, his hands grip your waist tightly pulling you closer to his body.

Your shirt is the first to be removed and he stops for a moment just to look at your body, trapping his lower lip between his lips when he sees the red lingerie on your body.

"Do you like it?" He asks running his fingers gently over the strap of the bra "I bought it with you in mind."

"I think it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He helps you remove your skirt without you having to get off the table.

"Can you take your shirt off too, please?" He smiles and removing his shirt, his hand touches your abdomen the direction before pulling you in for another kiss.

His fingers touch the inside of her thigh trailing towards her intimacy, both fingers touch the delivery catching the wetness and he brings them to his mouth closing his eyes as he feels her taste again on his tongue. His breathing fails, you never thought you would see anything hotter than this.

"Are you sure you want to try this baby?" He asks to make sure it felt comfortable.

"Yes, please."

He finally takes the vibrator and turns it on at the lowest speed.

First he slides it down the length of your neck stopping the vibrations right at your pulse point, you close your eyes and feel him moving further down, from the top of your breasts to your nipples making them hard against the lacy fabric of your bra.

"Stop teasing me, please," you plead, and he just smiles.

The vibrations travel down your belly and you feel your breath hitch as he reaches for the bar of your panties, he looks at you for confirmation and you say yes.

The vibrator finally touches your clit and you feel like you might die, but the vibrations are turned off soon after. You look at Tom trying to understand why he had stopped.

"Don't worry honey, just getting it out of the way" he says pulling your panties off your body.

He turns the vibrator back on and puts it in contact with your clit, he moves it down into your folds teasing your wet entrance, sighing you throw your head back feeling the pleasure in your body. Tom leans only his body on yours and leaves wet kisses on your neck.

"Tom, please" you moan gripping the curly locks of your hair tightly

"I need more". He chuckles against her neck before bringing the vibrator again to her clit along with his thumb making a circular motion.

"Don't stop please" she pleads.

"You don't know how beautiful your moans are love" he whispers to you and lets a light bite on your earlobe increasing the speed of the vibrator.

"Fuck, Thomas, I'm going to..." You close your eyes tightly feeling a tasty sensation in the pit of your stomach indicating that you were about to cum.

"I got you angel, cum for me".

Your body obeys his command and you come with a loud scream of his name, he turns off the vibrator but continues with the finger movements until you come down from orgasm.

You hug him tiredly letting your head fall on his shoulder, he quickly picks you up in his lap and lays you on his bed.

"Are you okay?" He asks pulling your hair out of your face.

"Yes, thank you."

"You need to stop thanking me for this" he smiles.

"Never, not until you stop giving me orgasms" she laughs a little before closing her eyes.

He lies down next to her hugging her body and sleeping next to her for the first time.

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You wake up the next morning alone in Tom's bed, desperate to get out of there and not be caught by your brother, and sneak out of the room quietly.

When you are finally ready for your day and go downstairs to the kitchen you see Tom and Harrison having coffee alone since the other guys in the house were slow to wake up.

"Did you sleep well?" Harrison asks as soon as you enter the kitchen.

"Yes" you put the coffee in the cup and sit down next to him "Very well" you say looking at Tom.

"And you?" he asks Tom "did you bring any girls home last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, your room is next to mine, I heard all the moaning" Harrison says laughing and you choke lightly on your coffee "Don't stop, Oh Thomas, keep going I'm going to cum" you say imitating a female voice.

"Did you hear everything?" Tom asks nervously.

"Yeah, I don't know who the girl was, but I hope you made her cum at least," he says debauched.

"Yes, I did" he says smugly giving a cocky wink.

He walks past you to put the cup in the sink and when Harrison is not looking he whispers in your ear.

"And I hope for several more".

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skyahri · 4 years ago

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Wow |Peter Parker X Stark! Reader|

Part One Masterlist Ko-fi

Summary: After Endgame, Peter finally gets to meet his 5 year old daughter for the first time.

Warnings: None really... I guess it's kind of sad but more of a happy sad and not a depressed sad.

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Despite how difficult things are at the moment, it's important to put on a brave face for your daughter.

So everyone takes a shower, gets cleaned up, and prepares themselves to meet Rei and Morgan Stark.

You were insistent that everyone look presentable for the kids. Not a spec of blood in sight.

Peter is definitely the most nervous by far.

One moment he was fading away and being told you were expecting, the next he was fighting a war and preparing to meet his suddenly five year old daughter.

You all made your way to the house in the woods. Several cars drive down the trail and parked somewhat neatly in the grass.

The others let you two go in alone, opting to look after Morgan while you two had some private family time inside. Of course the adults that were blipped wanted to meet the little girl, but now was not the time.

You two made your way inside, where Rei sat patiently coloring.

You insisted that Peter wait in the hall for a minute before coming out to give you enough time to talk to Rei alone.

She ran over to you and hugged your legs quickly, then reached up so you could pick her up.

You held her comfortably on your hip and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Rei, do you remember all those pictures I showed you?"

"Of daddy?"

"Yes... of daddy... well today, me and papa and all of our friends were able to bring back all of our loved ones, including daddy."

"So I get to meet him?"

"Mhm, you get to meet him princess."

"Do you think he'll like me?"

"Of course he'll like you. He'll love you more than anything in the world."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

You called out for Peter. He entered the room slowly, making his way over to the two of you.

He immediately noticed her mop of curly brown hair. It looked exactly like his when he put off a haircut.

Her bright brown eyes and rounded cheeks and little smile reflected him perfectly.

He set his hand on her head and felt tears prick in his eyes.

"Hey, princess-"

And that's all it took for her to immediately fall into him and force herself into his arms.

He held onto her tightly and stuffed his face in her neck. His tears flowed free and dripped down his face.

He was worried that there would be a disconnect between them. She's five years old and he's never met her before. She's had a whole life with out him.

But this? This was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"There's no need to cry, daddy. Don't be sad."

God and it just got better.

"I'm not sad princess. I'm just so excited to meet you."

"I'm excited to meet you, too. Mommy told me a lot about you."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Like how you're a spider and you like space. She said you like science like papa."

"You know what she told me?"

"She told you about me?"

"Mhm. She told me that you were a lot like me, but I think you're exactly like her."

This put a bright smile on her little face.

She leaned back to look her dad in the eyes, and then rubbed her face on his, just like he would do for you all that time ago.

The three if you spent the next hour telling stories and bonding.

Eventually the others became anxious and they made their way inside to meet your daughter.

Of course it was sad times, but Tony wouldn't want anyone to wallow over him. So instead they reminisced and spent quality time together.

The night was full of drinking and laughs. Loved ones bright together and families mended.

*Bonus*

"So this adorable little angel... is related to Stark?"

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, Bucky?"

"Nothing, nothing.... just that you're Satan's incarnate and she's the purest angel this world has ever seen."

He smirked as the little girl stared up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

"Not nice, Bucky." You scolded the century old man.

"Yeah, Fucky that isn't nice." Your daughter interrupted.

His jaw dropped at the comment, not expecting the kid to use such language, but then suddenly remembering he should be surprised in the slightest.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds about right."

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dumb-dotcom · 4 years ago

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Scary movies | p.p

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Some sudden changes make Peter afraid that he might've done something wrong, which pushes you to finally confess to your best friend

word count: 1k

a/n: this was part of someones writting challenge but I don't remember their username, still I hope you like it.

"so... Do you like scary movies?"

He said trying to drawn the akward but much needed silence with smalltalk after walking a considerable distance from the party I attended to, the music that came from the house that I just got out from some minutes ago was still audible and it amazed me the fact that noone called the cops yet. I looked at him, the dim light from the streetlight highlighted his features almost perfectly, his hair fighting against all of the products that he used to make it stay in place and his eyes that could be easily confused with hazelnuts, filled with sweetness.

"You should know by now." I tried to clean my face laughing off his awful attempt to start a conversation, if I had to be honest the night didn't went like I wanted it to be but it wasn't the worst either.

A broad smile was instantly placed on his face, any person who passed by us would notice it, I noticed it. The oversized orange bodysuit that I was wearing was now a bit stained with a drink from another girl and some long forgotten tears.

Everything felt peaceful now that I was besides him, like I used to when we were kids and I got in trouble so I 'ran out', small feet running through the hallway from our apartment to his, where I would nock and just seconds after his aunt opened the door I would ran to his room, seeking the comfort of his presence

I curled up into his arms, and felt his warmth on this October midnight, maybe spending my night at his house watching movies and drinking coffee like every other year was a better plan, and yes! Maybe I made a decision out of pure impulse and curiousity, but how could someone blame me when everybody at the school hallway talked about the huge Halloween parties that Flash threw and even more after for the first time a cute guy invited me to go out.

The curiousity part is almost unnecessary to explain, but the one thing that fuelled my impulsivity this time was the same reason why I did every other stupid thing that pushed me farther and farther from the inevitable truth for the last year or so, and it was trying to get my mind out of Peter Parker, ever since he told Ned and I about his feelings for Liz everything got so awkward, especially since Ned and Mj noticed my obvious feelings towards Parker, but he was oblivious to them, I finally started to move on a month after she left school because of the "incident", or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. See, love isn't how everyone (included some TV shows and absurd movies) says, it isn't always pink and beautiful, like, when the girl from the funny 90's romecom meets this guy at the school hallway and everything tells them that they are ment for eachother, no, sometimes it feels like an annoying thing that you carry around which drains you because, you are obviously in love with a guy that will never feel the same for you because he is one of your best friends and you just want what's best for him, even if it isn't you.

Now, after fighting with my friends because 'traditions are important' but so is opening up to new things, and being humiliated Infront of a large part of the school population I was walking to May's car, which was some blocks down the street so we could finally go and see some Halloween themed movies, with them.

"Y/n, can I ask you something? But you have to be really honest" he played with the hem of his sweater.

I didn't have to see it to know it, that is one of the many things he did when he was nervous and his voice tone gave it away.

"You already did" I passed a hand through my really messy y/h/c hair "but go ahead".

Our steps were slow, not wanting to get with May and Ned yet, so when he suddenly stopped walking I didn't immediately noticed, his stance suddenly changed from nervous to really serious which wasn't a good sign.

"What happened to you?" His hand reached out to mine.

"Isn't it obvious Pet-" I rolled my eyes ready to explain again the events of the party.

How everyone danced to the loud music, wearing their elaborated costumes, then someone pushing me to the sudden realization that the music had stopped and everyone was looking at me, and some girl yelled at me about the guy that had invited me to the party, a drink being thrown at me, someone holding back the girl and me running to the bathroom ready to call Ned.

"I'm not talking about today." He shook his head a bit, it was almost unnoticeable "I'm talking in general, you've seem off, distancing yourself and rambling about trying out new things"

He seemed melancholic and I didn't noticed when his hand left mine just feeling the coldness of his absence, I started to worry, I didn't mean to upset him and I also didn't know what to say.

"Is it that you don't want to be my friend anymore?" He finally said.

His words felt like a heavy stone that someone left to fall on top of me and crush me, it was working. I just wanted to go back in time and change everything, since the time that I decided to go and sit with the good looking guy that suddenly started to talk with me or the time that I wasn't able to go to Ned's birthday party because some girls persuaded me to go out with them.

"N-no! No, no, no, no... Pete I would never want to stop being your friend." I took both of his hands and we made eye contact "the truth is..."

"Yeah?" He was full with curiousity and some new shine in his eyes that I've never seen before made presence.

" T-that, that I like you!" I stumbled trough my words because fighting with your brain and your heart can sometimes blur out the message that you want to send.

Peter's mouth was agape and the shine was still there, but brighter, he took me between his arms into a warm hug filled with love.

"I like you two!! I've liked you for a while now and I was so scared at the thought of you leaving." He whisper near my ear.

"I don't ever want to leave you" I said with a dumb smile on my face.

I stepped back with my face lighted up and took his hand starting to walk, I didn't want him to look at me and how my cheeks where suddenly hot.

"Yes, I like scary movies" I said refering to the old topic which I got a laugh as response.

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moon-lixie · 4 years ago

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Help - Seo Changbin

“But what if he tries to kiss me? You know I don't know how to kiss.” And just how he helped you calm your nerves and pick the clothes you would wear, Changbin helped you with this one last detail.

genre: fluff, 80s AU

word count: 2.647k

The music turned slightly louder as a result of Changbin´s nervous fingers toying with the stereo of your room, blasting Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen in a volume where you could appreciate every single word clearly. You didn't pay particular attention to that detail as you kept moving your feet back and forth in the air.

Laying down on your bed, your elbows supported the weight of your head that leaned comfortably against your palm. Under your concentrated gaze was a magazine acquired barely minutes ago as you walked back from school with your friend.

A deep sigh left your friend's lips, almost disrupting the calmness with the blatant distress that it carried. And for the first time in the last fifteen minutes your gaze fluttered over his figure long enough for him to snap his head in your direction.

Once his gaze started softening and his brows abandoned the previously furrowed state they had met your glance with, you moved your orbs back to the pages that lazily turned due to your slightly bored fingers.

Many Friday afternoons had been spent like that, with your friend hanging around your house or vice versa. It wasn´t often that you got bored or impatient for the night to arrive soon —because that meant parting ways with Changbin and that idea always sounded dreadful— but today was one of those days.

Today, when the night arrived, you would be going on a date —your very first one that is— and it stirred inside you an excitement that couldn´t be dampened by nothing in this world. Or so you thought before your friend released another awfully loud sigh.

“Could you quit whatever it is that you're doing? You're ruining the mood,” escaped from your lips with a fake annoyance that prevented him from tensing up any further.

He mumbled a quick and awfully faint apology but you still managed to make it out in between the familiar melody of Died in your arms that began playing as the voice from the man working on the radio station currently playing faded.

It was your turn to sigh as he started pacing restlessly around the carpeted floor of your room. Whatever was the thing that could possibly bother him that much escaped your seemingly limited understanding.

For a split second you considered asking him what was bothering him so greatly, but knowing him you were certain that if it distressed him enough for him not to even bother hiding his restlessness, it wasn't particularly something he would be comfortable to talk about freely.

He seemed to limit himself to look at the floor solely until his eyes travelled to one of the walls without notice. It wasn't the one covered with the posters of your favourite bands —that of course happened to be his favourite ones as well— nor the one where your window stared at the backyard he had sneaked into in the middle of the night more times that you could count with a single hand.

It had been the one where you had tried to do a collage of photos; you had ultimately given up one particularly hot day of the last summer that only added to the uncomfortable sticky feeling of glue drying on your palms and the lack of photos that had prompted you to carry a camera around the last months.

A small smile morphed Changbin´s expression into a less sour one, eliciting a smile of your own. The corners of his eyes began crinkling as he took notice of the fact that most pictures were of him or at least included his presence; for a second you thought you could blush in embarrassment, quickly discarting the thought upon realizing that if someone was aware of your lack of close friends it was Changbin.

Standing up you left the magazine open on one particularly unimportant page and walked to stand beside the person you loved to tease about his height.

Watching as his hand reached out forward, you took in how he ever so gently pressed the tips of his fingers on the white edges of the polaroid that perfectly encapsulated one morning on the nearby park that had risen upon you two not long ago.

A flash of sadness unmistakably passed through his pupils, worry setting itself deep within your chest.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a hushed tone as if raising your voice in the slightest would result in scaring him away.

Without words he tried to reassure you that everything was fine, softly shaking his head and flashing your way the smallest of smiles. If only you hadn't known him since you were both kids, then maybe you would believe he was really okay.

The exact moment you were about to give up on letting him drown in his own pitifulness and ask him what was going on, he turned around and quickly made his way to plop down on your bed.

Your right eyebrow quirked in amusement as you watched him reach out for the one stuffed animal he had given you for your birthday four springs ago, pressing it tightly against his chest. For a moment you caught yourself feeling slightly annoyed at him not hugging you, if he wanted to hug something so desperately you would've liked to be his first option.

After letting a small huff escape from in between your lips, you walked towards him only to playfully snatch the brown fluffiness away from his arms and ultimately lay down beside him after saying, “you were going to asphyxiate it if you kept going like that.”

“It was either him or you,” he said, this time mirroring your playfulness and seemingly letting his worries aside.

“First of all, who said that it was a he?” you said while shooting a disapproving glare to your friend, “and second, if I needed to sacrifice myself to save this poor soul then I would.”

“Don't say I didn't warn you.” Before you were able to question his words he lunged at you, his fingers tickling just the spots that had you trying to stifle your laugh with all your might.

Seconds later he hugged you close to his chest, laughs filling the whole room and erasing any trace of worry from his face. While you just begged him to let you go as a poor attempt of expressing that you wanted him to do the exact opposite.

His loud laugh died down as he let you go and faced the ceiling once again, only sporadically leaving his mouth as a breathy giggle that matched perfectly the ones bubbling up from your throat.

And then, just as silence began to install itself on your bed right between the both of you, he said something that surprised you, “isn't it time for you to get ready for that date? I mean, that's the only reason you brought me here, right?” His tone was teasing and playful, for a second it pulled you away from the daze that the thought of almost forgetting about your date brought.

Right then you had no idea but as you agreed you were also signing for an extremely picky Changbin who kept shaking his head in disapproval over and over again as you chose different clothing pieces from your closet, either because he had turned into a full fashionista on the last hours or just because he wanted to annoy you.

“I swear to god Seo Changbin, if you don't say that this is the one when I come out we´re going to have some trouble.” The comment seemed to amuse him seeing that he had snorted right away.

Taking one last look at the mirror above your sink, you opened the bathroom door and stepped right where he could see you perfectly. “So, how do I look?”

He could´ve laughed at the weird poses you were striking while trying to add to the simple set of denim shorts and the white graphic tee tucked inside them if only he didn't seem so out of breath.

The top you wore was one that you had bought with him one Saturday when you had the great idea of buying some matching outfits and he had refused until you finally convinced him to buy a simple t-shirt, just that.

“God, does it look that bad?” you began saying with a frown painting your features with worry, “I mean, it is a bit casual but you said that it would be better not to overdo it-”

“No, no,” he quickly interrupted what both of you knew would be a string of incoherent and unstoppable talking that erupted as a habit that came from pure nervousness, “you look great, really. This is it.”

One small smile brightened your face but did nothing to ease the nerves that increased as the excitement washed away, because your date was no longer a what if that could take place in the future but a fact that would occur without a doubt.

Your trembling hands reached towards your bed where most of your clothes had been left discarded, along with the magazine that just now you remember existed —without a doubt it would be crinkled.

Starting to pick up some stuff with the intention of cleaning up, Changbin soon joined you and bumped the side of his hips against yours before walking with obvious content towards your closet. It meant a lot to you that, just like always, he was trying to help you ease your nerves without being awfully obvious about it.

Quickly, you rushed towards where he was and pushed him softly to the side before laughing and putting some folded pieces of clothing inside its respectful cabinets. He didn't just brush it off and instead paid you back with the same treatment, beginning like that another fit of laughter that barely allowed you to be quick about sorting out the pile of clothing.

When you both finished the sky had turned into a deep and dark purple that threatened to end your precious time with your friend; you were beginning to judge yourself for being so impatient earlier when all you wanted now was for hours to stretch endlessly if it meant staying in his comforting presence.

His hand held yours and brought you out of your daze; your heart shouldn’t have been beating as hard because it was just Changbin. That’s right, just Changbin, your sweet and incredibly attentive friend, just that…

A comforting smile met your sight after he squeezed your hand gently to catch your attention. It was just friendly Changbin, and they were just nerves for your date, not butterflies.

Without a word he brought you to sit on the floor right in front of him, so you could be facing straight as his slightly furrowed brows and beautifully brown eyes.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked, squeezing your hand one more time in the process. “Tell me so that I can help.”

You wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation, a couple of hours before anyone would’ve thought those words would end up slipping from your lips, not his.

“I don't know,” you murmured quite uncertain of what to say next, so you just said exactly that, “I have no idea what to do.”

“Ask me then, I’ll help you.”

The tone of his voice, so confident and friendly, made you want to laugh out loud. “This isn’t like studying, silly.”

“We can pretend it is. Let’s say it’s a math problem we need to solve, you know I got your back.”

That you did know, he always had your back just like you had his. It had been an unspoken promise of two toddlers that still managed to stay perfectly immaculate.

You began speaking, asking silly questions and eventually moving onto the real ones, the things that worried you and made your stomach churn until you felt nauseous.

“And what if he tries to kiss me? You know I don't know how to kiss.” This particular question left your lips as a mere whisper; it had caused Changbin’s grip on your hand to tighten as he hadn’t let go of your hand since you both had sat down.

“W-Well.” His voice was shaky, it made you wonder if perhaps that was a question too difficult to answer or if you shouldn’t have mentioned it. Immediately your gaze traveled to the ground as you tried to hide your embarrassed expression.

“I guess I can help with that too.” And just how he helped you calm your nerves and pick the clothes you would wear, he helped you with that one last detail.

The fingers of his free hand brushed on your chin as he lifted your face for you to stare at him. He leaned ever so slowly, a small nervous smile coating his rosy lips whose colour matched the blush bringing liveliness to his face.

Time seemed to move terribly slow as his lids fluttered shut, seconds later it was your turn to close your eyes. Before you knew his lips were brushing over yours, his breathing fanning over your cheek in a tickling fashion that made you feel warm inside rather than making you want to laugh.

When he finally pressed his lips fully on yours it felt like you were melting, a tingling sensation travelled through your whole body and you squeezed his hand as tightly as possible.

It felt like years before he moved away from you, though you were aware that it must have been barely a couple of seconds. Just as you were pulling away, eyes still closed, his hand cupping your cheek, he spoke softly, “It would be something like that.”

A shiver ran down your spine when his breath fanned over your lips and before you even knew your lips were pressed against his once again. This time it wasn’t as awkward or stiff; in fact, he let go of your hand and moved his position for him to be kneeling. Getting closer to you seemed like his mission as his other hand gently pressed against your cheek that had begun feeling jealous of the warmth the other was receiving from his touch.

His lips moved against yours slowly and careful not to scare you away, for a second you could swear you tasted a tinge of the vanilla ice cream he had bought on the way home at the tip of your tongue.

This time as he pulled away you weren’t left with confusing interrogations that messed up with your mind but with a hammering heart that seemed to overpower the noise coming from the stereo.

“Or something like that,” Changbin said, chuckling to himself with satisfaction before sitting back where he had been like he had never once moved. But you could see it on the faint smile covering his lips that he was enjoying himself more than his timid hands were trying to show as they were shoved under the thighs of his crossed legs.

“I don’t want to go anywhere now,” you said in between breaths; he laughed right away with a warmness that reached your cheeks as well as your heart.

“I don’t want you to go either.”

The smile on his lips painted itself on your face as well; seeming to get out of a strange daze the music from the radio reached your ears with a newfound intensity that made you scared about possibly disturbing someone. That thought was left aside when you recognised the song playing, it was Friends will be Friends by Queen.

There were butterflies dancing freely on your stomach and a sense of comfort that made your heart sing. Laughing out loud you leaned towards Changbin once again; Freddie Mercury had no idea what he was talking about, because sometimes friends were much more than just that.

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qianinterprises · 4 years ago

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Among the Horses {Part One}

Pairing: farm boy!Jaehyun x female!Reader

Other Characters: OC's, Haechan (sorta, kinda, not really), Renjun (sorta, kinda, not really)

Genre: fluff, angst, country au, farmboys and lady's au, falling in love, slow burn, friends to lovers

Warnings: verbally abusive aunt, yelling, degrading (not the fun kind)

Word Count: 3.8k

Overall Synopsis: Being sent to live with your aunt isn't exactly something wonderful, especially because she's verbally abusive and downright determined to turn you into a "proper lady" who a wealthy man will want to marry. However, perhaps living there won't be so bad. After all, you've got a handsome farm boy teaching you to ride horses.

Part One Synopsis: Arriving at your aunts is very challenging and trying. After being put through the ringer with your attire, you finally get a chance to explore the green world, and spend more time with the farm boy who'd picked you up from the airport.

Author's Notes: So I started this a while ago and didn't really do anything with it, but I love it and I really wanna write more so yeah... Also, I've posted this on a03 as well.

Tagging: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @hwangful

A white, dirty pick-up truck pulled off the main road and onto a long, winding dirt road, leading them closer to a grand house that you had only been to a few times in your life. The place you’d be living for the next year or two.

The truck bumped along the loose gravel, crashing over potholes, sending you bouncing on the very worn cloth of the cab, your eyes glancing worriedly to the male beside you, one of his hands planted firmly on the hard steering wheel, the other loosely placed on the stick shifter in the center of the bench.

“Are you sure the tires won’t… fall off?” your voice was thick and laiden with worry.

He glanced over at you, warm brown eyes gazing intently into yours, the opticals flecked with curiosity and amusement. Embarrassment crept under your skin.

“You haven’t been out here in awhile? Have you miss?” he asked, tone filled with friendly amusement.

You awkwardly scratched at your nose, a bit of a nervous habit she’d picked up over the years.

“No. My parents never had the money to travel.”

Your voice was small, etched in nervousness and anxiety.

He cast you a gentle smile as he pulled the truck around a sharp curve in the road, and there it was.

The house was huge, at least three stories high and stretched across the land it was perched upon. The foundation red brick that looked freshly cleaned (it probably had been), a contrast to the pearly white of the rest of the structure. The curves and contours of the slightly oddly shaped house made it more enchanting and nerve-wracking, especially as you grew closer, tires hitting the smooth cement before your driver moved the shifter and parked the truck.

“Head on in, miss, I’ll get your bags.”

His accent was a combination of Asian mixed with southern, an odd mix that somehow seemed so delicately smooth and perfect, especially the way he drawled over the “r’s”

“Miss?”

You’d been stuck in your thoughts, eyes wide as you surveyed the prospects of your new home.

“Right, yes, thank you,” you said softly, moving to get out, the door creaking as it was opened.

Your black, falling apart sneakers hit the tan pavement of the driveway, the hooks of your overalls rattling loosely against your torso as they accommodated your movements; the loose denim legs falling just above your knees as you pushed the dingy door closed.

The male you’d ridden with, Jaehyun, he said his name was, pulled the latch of the truck bed and reached up to grab your mismatched luggage, his sturdy frame pressing into the hot metal of the truck.

“Do you need some help?”

Your voice was small, mixed with worry and hesitation.

You’d do just about anything to prolong the inevitable.

“That’s quite alright, miss,” he began. “You should head on inside. The heat is a harsh place for a lady,” he answered.

You looked down, playing with your fingers, but you didn’t reply. Instead, slowly moving toward the brick steps that would lead to the entrance of the beautiful home.

Anina Lee was a strict lady. She liked things just a certain way and she got them how she wanted. She didn’t tolerate bad behavior or disobedience. And she had a strong dislike for people that got in her way. Thus, she had never been married.

She lived alone, if you count having two live-in maids, a chef, and a stable hand that slept in the barn as living alone.

Alina was your aunt. Your mother’s elder sister who had alienated your mother when she’d married a man of lower class. That same man later had a wife who blessed him with three kids to care for, spending his days fixing the cars of those more fortunate than him, hoping to make a buck for his family.

That’s why you were here. A young girl, coming of age to be married off and starting a family of your very own. Your family couldn’t support you any longer, and as you prepared to move away in hopes of finding some sort of job or a life, your aunt had hastlessly offered to take you in. Your mother had all too happily obliged, hoping her only and eldest daughter would learn a thing or two from the elder woman, maybe turn you into the lady your mother and father had tried for years to make you.

The stainless white door slowly opened and an older woman stood in the frame. She was clearly in her 50s, stress lines drawn thickly in her forehead, wrinkles in the corners of her dull gray eyes, deep lines around her nose and mouth, her neck sagging just a little beneath her sharp jaw. She was a small lady. On first glance one may have a hard time understanding what makes her so fierce. She was small in stature, small in size and in frame, but she had the tongue of a snake, the heart of a lioness, and the skill of a chimp.

“(Y/N)! You’re finally here!”

You stood a good few inches taller than the woman, but that made you more nervous if anything. You made her way up the steps and, as you reached the woman in the door, you were promptly pulled into a proper hug that severely lacked warmth.

“I can’t believe you got on a plane and sat amongst all those people in that ghastly attire. You must change at once!”

The woman’s voice was so shrill it could pierce glass, but you held back the flinch.

“Martha!” the same voice called into the house as she pulled you in, shutting the door and encompassing them in the cool air conditioning.

A larger lady appeared, dressed in stained blue jeans and an ugly yellow shirt.

“Please show my niece to her room and help her change into something more… feminine and lady-like,” her aunt’s voice commanded.

“When you’re finished dear, have Martha show you to my study.”

There was no endearing term in the word “dear.” Simply an icy addition to a perfectly manicured sentence.

You watched your aunts receding form, pencil skirt tight on her legs, black heels sharply hitting the hardwood intimidatingly.

“Come with me, dear. Let’s get you changed,” the larger lady spoke softly.

She was older, maybe 60 or so, her skin dark tan, although you couldn’t tell if it was the sun or her natural skin pigmentation. Her voice was grainy, but soft and endearing. Motherly she’d dare say. And you thought that this woman may actually make living here bearable.

You followed the lady up the grand staircase, up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway until you reached the end. The lady pushed open the thick white door and stepped inside, you following her closely.

Inside, the room was surprisingly rustic. A simple, full-sized bed with an obviously homemade comforter thrown across it. A light gray plush rug beside the bed. The hardwood floors were surprisingly and delightfully bare. One large section of the wall was home to a large bay window that stretched from the ceiling to the plush gray cushion of the bench. There were a few flower paintings and other pointless nicknacks scattered on obsolete surfaces around the room, but you paid no mind to them as your attention was drawn to the lady opening the large mahogany grand dresser and plucking out two cloths.

She unfolded both neatly, placing them on the bed and you sighed. The skirt was long and pleated, patterns of red and white stretched in an annoying kaleidoscope arrangement across the nearly pointless garment and the white shirt appeared to be partly transparent.

“Go ahead and get changed dear, I’ll help you when you finish,” she said kindly and turned her back.

You waited for her to leave the room but it was apparent she had no intention to. Awkwardly, you began unhooking the straps of your overalls, letting the fabric clang to the floor. Your skin heated up, feeling all too exposed before sliding into the skirt, the itchy elastic clinging to your hips uncomfortably. You pulled your stained blue t-shirt off, swapping it for the crisp white one that you feared you’d stain in the next few moments.

The lady turned around, her wide hips bumping into the dresser slightly. The dresser was sturdy enough not to jostle, but it was obvious the corner was sharp and painful. You almost felt bad at the way the lady’s face winced, but it was quickly pushed away as calloused hands began gripping the delicate skin of your arms, squeezing along the skin up your arms.

She tsked and turned around, rummaging through the dresser once again, only to turn around with a black, light cardigan.

You gawked. Why on earth would you wear that atrocious thing in this weather? It was the middle of August! Not December!

“I know. But if your aunt were to see your arms, she’d have a fit. She probably still will,” she said.

You sighed. Your aunt hadn’t changed one bit. Your skin was fragile. The tops of your forearms lightly tanned, a pigment passed on from your father. The rest of your arms and body entirely was light. Lady’s should be gorgeously sunkissed to be beautiful and to be taken seriously.

With a huff, you put on the long black sleeves, the intricately designed cotton draping over your shoulders perfectly. But that didn’t mean it was any more comfortable. You could already feel the added heat seeping onto your skin. You’d be sweaty and uncomfortable soon.

“Now let’s do something about your feet.”

You looked down; your worn socks had holes all through them, mud permanently stained to the sweaty fabric.

Bustling from the room, you were left stunned in the wake of the surprisingly fast woman, watching her round the corner and disappear down the hall to fetch something to apparently “fix your feet.”

You thought you’d do something to speed along the process. The more time spent getting you dressed in these ridiculous clothes, the less time you had to explore the outside world. You made your way to the bay window, taking a seat on the plush cushion that accommodated you nicely. You pressed your back against the edge of the wall and turned your gaze to the picturesque green world filled with surprisingly lush looking grass, dips and hills along the valley, and the tops of trees further off in the distance. All this land was yours for the roaming. You couldn’t wait to get out those doors and go exploring.

The sound of water sloshing in a pot brought your attention back from the window, glancing curiously as the large lady placed the pot down in front of the window.

“Put your feet in.”

You didn’t argue. You were hesitant, but thought better than to argue and have your aunt boil you alive in this pot.

As soon as your dingy, dirty, mud pasted feet hit the water, you hissed. The temperature felt that it could boil the skin right off.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s hot, but your aunt is expecting you down soon and I have to do this as quickly as possible,” the lady said.

Grabbing your left foot, she picked the appendage up from the water along with a suds coated dish sponge and began mercilessly scrubbing away at the tender flesh. You whined and howled, tears pricking to your eyes as your skin was scrubbed and abused by the harsh bristles of the brush. You attempted to yank your foot away, but the tight grip on your ankle prevented much movement. You were stuck suffering as the skin became reddened from the irritation.

As soon as the painful experience came to a close, your now pink feet were dried with a towel before being slid into a pair of eccentrically beaded, golden strapped sandals that accentuated the rest of the over-the-top outfit nicely.

“You seem presentable enough now, although I’m sure the mistress of the house would have a few unkind things to say about your wild mane.”

You tried not to take offense. You liked your hair. It was an untamed mop that curved wildly carefree, blowing in the breeze that picked up the thick tufts.

“Thank you for your help ma’am.”

She bowed at the waist, a kind smile on her lips.

“No need for the ma’am dear. Call me Martha, or Mrs. Rivera if you must.”

And with no more haste, Martha Rivera led you back down the grand staircase to the bottom floor, the tight flats biting at your heels and ankles with every step you took, fighting off the winces that followed. You rounded a few sharp corners, venturing into a large sitting room with an extravagant flat screen high on the wall and couches that looked brand new. Through a dining room, table decorated with a sequined bronze cloth and the finest China you’d ever seen, although that wasn’t really a stretch. Finally, they made it to a large oak door, cracked just enough that you could see your aunt’s silhouette sitting behind an elegant red desk, glasses perched on her nose, pen in hand, eyes married to the computer screen. Mrs. Rivera left you by the door, and you almost spun on your heel and walked away. But of course, that would be too easy.

“Come in child. Stop standing in the doorway.”

Your blood froze in your veins. You pushed the door open and stolled in, tripping over the lion skin rug, stumbling a bit before catching your balance. Harsh wisps of breath rushed past your aunt's lips and the chair creaked as the weight lifted from it.

You straightened your back, staring fearfully into the cold gray eyes that trailed over your face and down your clothes.

The woman began moving slowly around you, manicured nails and boney fingers tracing over the outline of your clothes and jaw, running through your wild mane and down your hands, inspecting the bitten off nails. As she walked, she muttered things like “hair won’t do” and “horrible posture” before she stood back in front of you.

“You simply won’t do,” she said sternly.

The words hit hard. You may have been expecting something like this, but it didn’t make the words hurt any less.

“You look like you’ve been sleeping with the horses. Your nails are pitiful. Your skin is far too light.”

She gripped your jaw, tilting your head up harshly to expose your still slightly chubby neck.

“Can you ride a horse?”

The question was sudden and it caught you off guard, but you answered as quickly as your brain would allow.

“N-no. I’ve never ridden before.”

The woman sighed loudly, hot puffs of air pouring out of her flared nostrils.

“That’ll have to change. Starting tomorrow, you will be taking riding lessons from the stable boy. Every lady should have the basic skills of riding,” her tone was cold and brisk as she looked away and perched back at her desk.

“You’re dismissed. Dinner is at 6. Don’t be late. You may roam the grounds.”

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed her niece and immediately went back to work, not bating another eyelash as you fled hastlessly from the room, your eyes welling with tears as stress and fear washed over you, although more relieved that it was over and you could finally do something for yourself. You’d start by ditching these God forsaken shoes.

You made your way around the back door of the house, more by pure necessity than memory, simply logically thinking the best way around in the expansive flooring. When you made it, a smile broke across your face as you unfastened the painful shoes, kicking them off in a sloppy jumble by the door before opening the heavy door, the heat of the afternoon hitting your face, not that you minded.

As you stepped out, bare feeting meeting hot cement, you stripped the cardigan from your shoulders, draping it over a random, sun baked chair. You tore off through the grass, laughing giddily, breeze blowing wisps of your hair, skirt fluttering delicately over your skin. It would be difficult to do anything in the blasted thing, but you wouldn’t give yourself enough time to strip down into something better, opting to enjoy the last of the day while you could. And you’d start in the bright red barn your eyes immediately fell on.

Making your way through the soft grass that squished under the weight of your feet, you strolled into the half open barn, the soft snorts of animals bringing a smile to your lips. Just because you couldn’t ride, doesn’t mean you didn’t love the animals. You loved horses especially. They were such beautiful and majestic creatures. You’d always wanted a horse, but your family had never been able to afford one. You’d always wanted to ride, and now you could, although you didn’t understand why it was so important to your aunt.

The cool concrete felt rough beneath your feet, stray straws of hay littering the floor. It could have been a picture straight out of one of the Country Living magazines you’d kept hidden away at your parents home.

The first horse you came upon was a tall brown animal, head hung over the stall door, ears perked to attention, eyes trained on the new invader inside the barnhouse. He snorted at you and his hoof hit the barn door lightly in an attempt at getting closer. You stepped closer, slowly offering your hand out, letting the animal sniff searchingly.

“He’s looking for some sugar cubes.”

The voice came out of nowhere, interrupting your serenity, a yelp leaving your lips as your whole body jolted in the sudden fright.

You turned your head to the barn door where your driver was standing, taunt arms crossed over a broad chest, veiled from prying eyes by a lightweight flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His long legs were clad in dusty denim, mud and hay from his knees to the tops of the worn work boots.

“I’m sorry. I just like horses-”

“And you thought you’d come visit them?” he finished your sentence.

You immediately began shuffling your feet, eyes turning back to study the fading paint on the stall to keep from facing him.

Heavy footsteps hit the floor as the male moved closer until he was close enough to touch. His large, rough hand gripped your wrist lightly, bringing it up toward him. You let out a little yelp, riddled with confusion and curiosity until three small blocks were placed in your palm.

“Hold your palm out to him and don’t jerk away,” he spoke calmly, slowly urging you.

You nodded, having some sort of unkempt trust in his words as you turned back to the animal and extended your arm, palm flat, cubed sugar offered to the horse, who greedily munched them right out of your hands.

“His name’s Haechan. He’s a bit of a character.”

You nodded, drawing your now horse-slobbered hand away, opting to stroke the animal's fur from his nose to between his eyes.

“That’s an interesting name,” you said.

He hummed behind you and you heard his boots hitting the concrete as he moved away.

“Do you like animals?” he asked.

You spun around, eyes wide and shining.

“Yes! I love them! Sometimes I prefer animals over humans!”

His smile was gentle as he surveyed your physique, a dusty pink tinting his cheeks, although you thought nothing of it.

“Come on, I want to show you something,”he said, walking past you to the opposite exit of the barn.

You followed close behind, curious as to where he was taking her. Your feet fell back onto the grass, the long blades sliding between your toes as you followed in his wake. As they walked, a white picket fence came into view, not far from the barn, but oddly well hidden beneath the crest of a hill rolling through the land. Once you reached the fence, his hands curled around the boards, hoisting himself up, foot balanced on the bottom board as he climbed up, throwing a leg over one side, then the other, and jumping down. You stared at him in awestruck confusion.

“Climb over, I’ll catch you on this side.”

You didn’t know why you blindly trusted him. You didn’t know him from a random stranger in the town, but you complied, placing your foot onto the same board he had, pulling yourself up and swinging a leg over, then another. The skirt snagged in the boards a few times, one of your feet nearly slipping off the boards as you attempted to keep it pushed down. This proved to be more of a challenge as you balanced on your heels, hands clutching the top piece of wood as you contemplated how to get down now. That is, until his arms outstretched, slightly bent at the elbow, fingers parted, palms facing one another, and you knew what he wanted you to do. Taking a deep breath, you pushed off with your left foot, hands releasing your grip on the fence, letting yourself drop, eyes squeezing in slight fear that you’d soon flop hard against the green earth. But when strong hands caught your waist, arms drawing you in, broad chest breaking your fall, you braced herself against him, feet carefully being lowered until they pressed back into the earth.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

His teasing tone had you pulling away, glaring playfully at him before turning and pretending to walk away, leaving him in your path.

At least, until you heard a rustling in the long grass inside the fence.

You squeaked as it grew closer taking a step back as your harsh gaze followed the rustling of the grass, positive a snake would wrap itself around your leg as it dug its venomous fangs into your soft flesh.

Needless to say, you were in for quite a shock when the small head of a brown and white calf popped up from the grass.

And you were sinking to your knees.

The calf moved toward your lowered body, sniffing at your arms until you reached out to run a hand down it’s small head and back, cooing quietly, eyes brimming with unfiltered delight as you wrapped your arms around the baby, stroking the fur of its back lovingly.

“This is Renjun. He’s my little cousin's calf.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. Your cooes of joy were enough to show every emotion you were currently feeling.

Horrible aunt or not. You could certainly find worse places to be trapped. At least here you had rolling hills of green, beautiful animals to fawn over, and Jaehyun, handsome stableboy who you couldn’t wait to get to know.

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mysinsforbts · 4 years ago

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Be careful what you wish for~

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY Namjoon!~ 💜)

Dom! Namjoon lion hybird x Sub! (female) reader

Semi Hybrid au, Friends to lovers

Rating: 18+

About: Namjoon and you always had been friends because your parents knew each other, you played together in the sand, went to school together, studied together but you had no idea that you also would spend your lives together. As you and Namjoon became roomates, things start to get serious. He noticed his crush on you, while you had to deal with his heat and your hormones. You kept your fellings a secret, while he acts without thinking. Holidays were happening and than Namjoons heat broke out.

Warnings: semi angst, mentioning of death, cursing, Smut, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (female), possessive behavior, bareness, ass spanking, hickeys, marking, biting, breeding kink, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, begging, teasing, overstimulation, squirting, size kink, window sex, Semi publix sex, rough sex, eye contact, (It's just a lot okay lol) (Let me know when I forgot something~)

(I hope the time-jumps aren't to bad! Sorry for gramma mistakes! Please enjoy~ 💜)

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"Y/N meet Namjoon, today is his birthday so be nice to him okay?", is what your mom told you back than. You saw a boy maybe 8 years old, wachting a tv show. Carefully walking towards him and sitting next to him you said, "Hello, what are you watching?". The birthday boy turned smiling to you, "Friends", he said before mustering you interesterd in who you are and where you came from. His dimples catched your eyes and you decided you liked them. "Do.. do you want to watch with me?", he asked gently, smiling at you. You nodded and turned to the tv. 'I like him!', you thought.

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>> 7 years later <<

You went up the stairs infront of Namjoons house and ringed the bell at the door. A bit later a boy, 15 years old came out, still looking tired, "I couldn't even finish my coffee. Why are you so stressed today Y/N?", joonie, your best friend asked. You laughed and pulled out a book from your bag, giving it to him, "Happy Birthday Joonie. Isn't that the book you always wanted to read?". As he took the book from your hands, you saw him smiling. His dimpels, that you liked so much were showing. Before noticing what's happening, joonie hugged you, "GOSH! Thank you so much! I mean it Y/N! I couldn't find that book anywhere, where did you buy it?? No! Don't tell me! I-", as he rambled on, hugging you tightly a sound of a dump was heard. Than you realised the book had fallen down in the rain, "No! No! Shit!", you heard him curse while letting you go, picking the book up and running, in a hurry, back in his house to dry it.

You stood outside and laughed. 'I like him so much', you thought.

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>> 6 years later <<

You moved out of the car and brought the last bag up the stairs, putting it infront of your door. Thanks to your university you had to move farther away from home. But finding something for you was difficult, everything was expensive. Than your smart best friend, Joonie had the idea to share one apartment as roomates. At the beginning you weren't sure about the idea, after all you had a crush on Namjoon since the last year of highschool. Beeing around him 24/7 would be hard on you. But your parents had other ideas. "Thank you for helping me", you smiled at your parents, who got back in the car. "No problem honey~ Don't worry to much, as long as it's with Namjoon there is nothing wrong with it!", your mum loved Joonie, but is that a suprise? Namjoon is handsome,tall, smart, funny and friendly. No other boy that you had met was like him. "Thats right! Namjoon is smart, he can help you with your studies and he promised me to take good care of you. From man to man!", your dad laughed at his last comment. Your mum just sighed and looked at you, with a nod that you should go. You said goodbye and went up the stairs. As you came to a hold infront of your door, you noticed that your bag was already inside. A shock overcame you and you opened the door to your apartment. In that bag was Joonie's birthday present, what if he breaks it??

You closed the door and walked in the living room, with the small kitchen. So in panic you just ran through the room and bumped into Namjoon's back, who made coffee. He got scared and looked at you confused, catching your shoulders so you didn't fall, "What are you doing?", he asked with a teasing smirk on his face. "Where is the bag? The bag that was infront of the door?", you rambled and looked around for it. Joonie looked at you concerned before answering,"In your room, but why-". Not letting him finish you just ran off in your room, checking on the bag. Well it looked fine.. Namjoon kneed next to you. Looking concered at you, than at your bag, "Why did something got stolen?". Busy opening your bag and taking the 'thing', which was wrapped into paper out. You sighed and shook your head. Carefully opening the paper and looking at the beautiful candle glass that you bought for Joonie. It was exactly his style and would fit perfectly to him."I thought it would break. I was so scared that it would shatter", you looked up at him and laughed, "No offense Joonie".His eyebrow raised as he laughed than too. Shaking his head he stood up and walked back into the kitchen, "I made coffee precious, come here have some~", the birthday boy said. 'Precious' that was your nickname from him since highschool. You loved it, it made your heart beat faster.

Standing up while taking the candle glass and the card you wrote for him with you, you walked back into the kitchen. Joonie put the cups down on the table and sat on one of the chairs. You sat down too and smiled at him, "Happy Birthday Joonie", gently you put the candle glass on the table. "I also wrote something for you, read it later~", you nodded towards the card while taking a sip from the coffee. Enjoying to see his dimples after such a long while. After highschoole ended and the holidays started you hadn't really seen each other, but now you would see each other everyday. Of course you were excited and so happy to have him around, but also very nervous. Joonie walked around the table and hugged you, hiding his face in your neck, "Thank you! This candle glass is so beautiful. How do you always know what I like?". You felt him smelling your neck, it was nothing new. After all he was a lion hybrid, what you forgot sometimes since you never talked about it openly. Namjoon didn't like talking about it. All you knew about him in this subject, you knew from his mother. Namjoon's mother was a kindhearted person. She trusted you and knew you liked his son but she also knew that it was difficult to be together with a hybrid, since they have to find the right partner to be with them forever. So what if you weren't the right one? Would Namjoon be unhappy than?

That is why his mother told you everything. She wasn't his real mum. His parents adopted him as he still was a hybrid baby. Joonie didn't know his real parents. He also never had friends besides you. His mother was thankful for everytime you protected him as he got bullied in school. Namjoons live wasn't easy. It never had been easy. Neither was it easy as his mother got in a bad accident 2 years ago. Since her death he became a lot quieter and more serious. But to you he seems still the same, he hasn't changed much while beeing with you.

Of course he hasn't, you were his light. You made his live happier. But you never saw those looks he gave you, the looks of someone who also liked you.

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>> Today <<

It already has been 1 year since Namjoon and you lived as roomates together and nothing changed. Actually a lot changed. You two were still best friends but closer than ever. Namjoon also met new friends. 6 boys, who did go to the same university as you do. You already met them, they're all nice, funny hybrids. 'Crazy what kind of suprises live throws at you sometimes', you always thought thinking back on how they met.Namjoon wanted to join the music club since he always had a talent for writing lycris and rapping, and so did the other 6 boys. Out of different reasons, but they all had the same goal. Wanting to make music,wanting to do what they love. You also met 'army' your best friend next to Joonie. Army and you went almost to every class together and decided to become friends. Often you all spend time together.

But now we had holidays, everyone had their own time to kill. Army went home to her parents. Some of the boys were here, some of them went home. Namjoon and you spend time together in your apartment. Like now..

It still was before noon but you sat happily chating at the table, eating your breakfast. "Did you read that book already that I gave to you last month?", he asked while slurping on his coffee. You tilted your head, "You mean the one about the 'map of the soul'? Didn't I give that back to you? Saying it was to complicated?", you took another bite from your pancake."Ahh true! You did.. But listen Y/N it isn't that complicated! Look it's just about the shadow,the ego and-", joonie tried to explain but you cut him off with a giggle."What??", he asked now pouting. You leaned over the table and caressed through his hair, "I know you're smart and you love theorys and storylines but I'm very bad at that. You should know Joonie~". Than you stood up and started to clean the kitchen. Namjoon stood up and hugged you from behind, hiding his face in your neck, "You're smart too! Let me help you precious~". You could feel your heart beat faster but tried to sound normal, "Please do~", giggling nervously you continued to wash the dishes. One thing that hasn't changed, was your crush on Namjoon. It got even worse, you were actually so in love with him.

Tomorrow was his birthday. You had to plan something special. So while laying on the couch in the living room you were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't realise how Joonie cuddled next to you. Laying his head on your chest, hugging you gently he looked at you. Just enjoying your calming nature, your warmth and your whole beeing. You were his safe place, you were always there. You were his home, so it was just normal that he wondered what you could be thinking about. Everytime he looked at you, his heart were going crazy. You were his Love. Opening your eyes, you felt Joonie softly breathing against your neck. You both must have fallen asleep. Laying one hand on his back, you started to caresses over his back muscles. Than all of sudden you heard him growl and grab your hand in his, "Don't tease me!". You laughed in his ear, "Is someone ticklish here?", while caressing over Joonies back with your other hand. He got up on his knees and tried to grab your other hand. Noticing it before he could act, you moved your hand above you. Namjoon tried to grab after it again and started to laugh as he missed. "To slow~", you teased him and pushed his hand away. Trying to get your other hand free in the progess you pushed him slightly off the couch. As Joonie looked at you with his 'death' glare you bursted into giggels and laughs. The wrestle fight between you two continued for a few minutes longer, as like almost everytime something awkward happened.

The two of you had so much fun wrestling, enjoyed the laughs from the other that you didn't notice how close you two had become. Yours were so close to Namjoon's face that you could feel his breath on your cheek. One wrong move and it was done. Joonie finally managed to grab both your hands and grinned like a child that just got sweets, as he noticed the feeling of his lips. They were pressing against something. You stopped to giggel and just layed there, not moving at all. Your brain had left the chat. Your heart was out of control. You two kissed. Without a second thought you closed your eyes, not wanting to meet those of your crush yet. Scared what you would see, scared how he would react. Unsure about what to do you didn't make a move. Than you felt how Joonie's lips continued to kiss yours, it felt gently, soft with a bit of insecurity. Your heart jumped happily and made you kiss him back in the same way. Namjoon still held your hands in his, now pressing them over your head. It didn't hurt, it felt good, dangerously good.

After a few seconds of passionatly making out you heard Namjoons phone go off, that layed on the kitchen table. Both shocked, acting like children they just got caught by their parents doing something forbidden you jumped apart. Joonie stood up, the blush on his face clearly visible, "U-Uh..Sorry Y/N..I..I will look who it is", he said, quickly walking over to take his phone call and to stop the annoying ringtone. As Namjoon was out of the room your brain started to work again. 'WHAT JUST HAPPENED??', you asked yourself,slight panic overcame your body and you stood up. You needed a shower now! You just took your towel with you and went to the bathroom. While opening and closing the door you were so busy thinking how to behave infront of your best friend now, you forgot to lock the door.

'Best Friends huh?', you thought while starting the warm water. 'What are we now? Best friends don't do this kind of stuff! Maybe Best friends with benefits?..No No! We didn't go that far!’, while showering your mind all of sudden started to imagine Namjoon's body infront of your eyes. You saw him a few times walking around without a shirt, he looked so good. Those arm muscles were something else. You often thought about him lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, fucking you against the-.. 'STOP! Get it together Y/N! You can't go crazy just because of one kiss!', you shook your head, trying to forget those thoughts. 'Well it was more like a make out not just a kiss! But his lips felt so soft and the way his strong hand was holding both of mine..', you sighed and almost got teary eyed. You still had no idea how to look in Namjoon's eyes ever again. Lord.. this was so awkward.

After you were done you moved out of the shower door, grabbing the towel. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a shirtless, just in boxers Joonie was standing there. Mouth agape, eyes almost falling out, blinking a few times and not moving. He just stared at you.

You stared back at him, forgetting you were naked. You couldn't help but to check this fine man out. He was perfect, from his hair to his legs. Namjoon always had a beautiful body. You knew since you saw him back in highschool on the pool. Oh boy, you never would forget this day. The day your crush on Namjoon almost got exposed. Back than you thought it was just a crush, it would go away soon. That was why you behaved openly about it, lucky for you Namjoon was still oblivious back than. He never noticed the looks you gave him, the compliements you made him or the way you got jelaous over other girls. On that pool day you were so excited to see Namjoon shirtless without it beeing weird or awkward. But that feeling was short lived as you saw another girl make out with him in the corner. All your hope got shattered in one second. You didn't know what you had expected, you were just a friend.

Later on you didn't talk to Joonie for 3 days. He always wanted to talk to you, worried what was wrong but you avoided him. After a week you slowly talked again and everything was normal. From him you got to know about his first heat and that he had it with that girl he made out in the pool. You came to the conclusion never to speak about your feelings to him. You weren't a virgin either so you couldn't blame him.

You lost your virginity to one of your friends, Namjoon's friend. Hoseok. He knew about your love towards Namjoon. Everytime you got hurt Hoseok was there. One day, you were so down from seeing Namjoom with this girl that you were crying in a corner were nobody saw you. But someone did. Someone saw you. For someone you were all he could see. To Hoseok you were a Sunshine, beautiful, bright and all he could see. Hoseok found you in that dark, lonely corner and helped you out of it, out of that party. Well, after that Hoseok helped you to make Namjoon jelaous but instead of solving your crush, you slept with Hoseok and had a short realtionship with him. 3 months than it also was over because Namjoon lost his mother. Of course you were at his side, day and night, 24/7, not caring for anyone else at that time. You didn't even care for yourself. You were starving for him. It was unhealthy, Namjoon felt horrible and so did you. All that came to your mind as you saw Joonie standing there shirtless.

Step. Step. Step. You heard Namjoon moving towards you but you didn't move. Paralyzed from the emotions you felt. Frustration,shy, sad but also hot. It was so hot, you could feel how your clit pulsed. "You will catch a cold precious~", joonie said in a soft but deeper voice than usually. He wrapped the towel around you and started to dry your hair gently. Not saying anything else, just helping you calm down, finding your braincells again. "Didn't you bring clothes to change?", he asked looking at you. You shook your head, holding the towel tighter against your body. Joonie laughed, "You're so cute.. I will bring you clothes, wait here~", he said while walking out of the bathroom. Sitting down on the bathtub you waited for him to come back. 'Did I just get horny from him seeing me naked?', you thought, feeling yourself get wet. You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand wander under the towel, caressing over your wet pussy. Playing a bit with your clit, not thinking about Namjoon who could come in any second. You were so turned on. As you heard the door opened you moved your hand quickly back to the towel, looking the most innocent as possible.

"Here, wear that. Its mine.. but I didn't know what to bring you.. all I could find was panties and some socks", joonie stuttered while holding towards you a white shirt and some boxers. "T-They are washed and comfy..", he said while looking at you smiling a bit. You took them and smiled back, "Thank you~". Than you just stared at each other. You didn't wanted him to leave but also didn't wanted to make the situation more weird than it already was. "C-Can I.. Can I help you?", he asked all of sudden while scratching the back of his neck. Looking shy, so adorable. At your confused look he repeated himself more clearly, "Can I help you.. putting your clothes on?". Your mind went blank but you nodded. 'What?', you asked yourself at the same time. 'No! Not now.. I need to go to my room', you bit your lip but your body didn't move a bit. As soon as you felt Namjoon's hands on your shoulders you threw every thought of not wanting this out of the window. You wanted him to touch you. Namjoon carefully started to dry your back with the towel until he reached your ass. Without asking he just grabbed your ass in his big hands and massaged them dry too. "Turn around", he whispered in your ear, his voice gave your chills it sounded so deep. Listening to him you turned around, now your face against his chest. Your eyes looked away to not get caught of beeing horny af.

Namjoon started to dry your shoulders and moved down, grabbing your breasts through the towel and gently rubbing them dry. You tried your best to act normal but failed, as a moan past your lips as he massaged your nippels through the towel. Namjoon didn't stop, he rubbed your stomatch dry and moved down to your thighs, leaving the rest of your body visible.

Biting your lip at the sight you had, Namjoon kneed infront of your thighs, on the same height as your pussy was. The thought alone of him eating you out, almost made you moan again. He rubbed your legs dry and than all off sudden you heard a growl and felt his head pushing between your thighs.

'He is a hybrid! Of course he would smell it!', than it came to you. That's why he was acting like this. Namjoon was about to go in his heat. That all makes sense now. But before you could give it more thought you felt backwards, almost falling into the bathtub. You catched yourself against the wall and couldn't help but to let out another moan. Joonie started to lick against your clit. If you didn't stop him he would eat you out and for sure regret it later. Hybrids in heat tend to lose theirselves in their lust and desire. But that wasn't as easy as you thought, since you were wet as well. Your body screamed for more.

"You taste so good Y/N~ Your smell drives me crazy! Let me have more?", joonie leaned away, looking up at you with blown eyes. Before you could answer you felt one of his fingers gently push into your hole, "You're so wet without me doing anything. You want this too right?". Than he removed his finger and brought it back up to his lips and licked it. "Mhh~", he sucked on it, smirking as he was standing up. Your eyes were now on the perfect height with his crotch. The outline of his semi hard cock was already visible on his boxers. "See? You did this to me Y/N! Since 1 year you tease me and made me wait. But I can't wait anymore! I want to have you as mine~ Please let me have you?", Namjoon asked while rubbing his hand against the outline of his cock. What should you do? You wanted him, like he wanted you. Your hole was clenching now that it had a taste of what it could have. Taking a deep breath you made your descion, "Let's move to the bed first okay Joonie? I'm a bit uncomfortable here~", you said while trying to stand up.

Namjoons ears, that caught your eyes now like how for the first time you saw them, twitched up at your words. Your struggle of standing up ended as his two strong, buff arms lifted you up and carried you out of the bathroom. Your legs moved around his, as you hugged him and enjoyed the touch. You could smell his perfuem, he smelled so good.

Than you felt a spank at your bare ass, "Don't get to comfortable there princess~", he teased, half growled while walking into his room, not closing the door. Namjoon carried you over towards his bed, on the window. He dropped you and leaned over you, starting to kiss you again. This time it felt different, it felt wanted, desired and passionated. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, laying your arms around his back. Caressing through his hair you felt his lips move down your neck, kissing it, sucking it and leaving a few hickeys on it. Than he kissed down your chest, leaving hickeys here and there too, while Joonie's hands gently massaged your breasts, circeling your nippels. The moment you felt a tug on one of your nippels you moaned and qickly bit your lip afterwards. You enjoyed that feeling so much that your nippels got hard, rubbing your thighs together and moaning as he pressed his lips to one of your breasts, sucking on the nippel. You tossed your head from one side to the other. Joonie's lips felt so good on your skin. You loved beeing marked, you loved beeing his.

After all this years, where you made yourself cum over and over again while imagine this situation, you finally could make it reality. You for sure looked fucked out, eyes blown wide, hair messed up, hickeys everywhere, nippels hard and your pussy was dripping wet.

"P-Please more Joonie~", you whined as he still played with your nippels. Namjoon looked up to you and what he saw made his dick just harder. You looked so good under him, he would ruined you more. His dick painfully pressed against his boxers at the thought of finally taking you. Finally you would be his. Not Hoseoks! His! How he hated the thought of seeing you with him. Namjoon liked Hoseok, they're friends. But he never would forgive himself for noticing the love he felt for you not sooner. For leting Hoseok having you first. Now you would be his! His forever. He wanted to breed you one day, but now it was to early. "Be carefull what you wish for princess~", he said while kissing down to your legs, spreading them gently. "Your smell is driving me insane. You're so beautiful!", he growled and started to kissing your thighs, leaving hickeys all over them. Namjoon moved one finger through your slit, to your hole and started circeling it. He loved to see you whine and beg under him. His dominace came out to play, in such times. You loved his dominate side. Or how would army call that? Duality! Yes! You loved his Duality!

"What do you want precious? You have to tell me otherwise Daddy doesn't know~", joonie whispered against your clit, he gave it a gently lick. You moaned, wanting to close your legs. Joonie held them open and did the same thing again. "Is that what you want? Want me to lick your clit? To suck it and flick it with my tongue until you are sore?". He did it again, this time adding more pressure on your clit. Your legs started to shake as you moaned louder, "Please daddy!~ Please put your fingers in me! Play with my clit!", your voice gave out as you begged. Namjoon growled and pushed his head in your cunt. At his limit to control himself any longer, he pushed 2 fingers gently in your hole and let you adjust to them. His tongue sucked your clit and flicked it all few seconds. He loved your moans, the way your legs were shaking and your walls clenched around his fingers. After a few seconds he started to move his fingers in and out at the steady pace, which got faster in minutes. Joonie tried to thrust them as deeply as possible, making the 'come here' gesture. You couldn't help but to moan loudly, your mind was blank, the only thing you could think off was Namjoon and his long fingers. The only thing that you could hear was your moans and the wet, dirty noises from your pussy. Namjoon's fingers fucked you at a insane speed. You were so close, your legs started to shake more. You caressed your hands through his hair. "Are you close princess? You're clenching so much! Cum! Cum on my tongue! Let me taste you~", he whispered as sucked more on your clit, biting it slightly, carefully. Than you just saw white, something in you snapped and you let your head fall into namjoons pillow. You just came, all over namjoons tongue and fingers,even the sheets were wet. You squirted.

"Did my precious girl just squirt for me?", Joonie said while looking up at your hard breathing face. You tried to calm down, to figure out what just happened but you had no chance as Namjoon moved his fingers slowly again. "I wonder if you can do that again? You came so quickly, maybe you can squirt again? Come on! Show me your dirty side precious~", joonie sounded not like himself. It was the lion speaking. The lion that he hold back for all those years finally was free now and it wanted everything you could offer.

Namjoon flicked your clit once again, sucking on it a bit more. His fingers thrusting into you at a faster speed. You didn't know what do to with yourself other than just to moan and push your cunt against his fingers, wanting to feel more. "You want even more? What a naughty girl you are! Are you that needy to be filled? Than come on! Take one finger more~ I will fill your needy hole!", joonie pushed one more finger in your dripping pussy. All three fingers were moving deep inside you, while the flicks on your clit just got more intense. Than your eyes rolled back and you came again. All over his fingers, more wetness dripped down your ass over to the sheets. "What a good girl you are! You deserve to have my cocķ! But let me clean you up first precious", namjoon said as he removed his fingers from your hole and licked them clean. Joonie leaned down and started to lick your hole , "You made such a mess~ Everything is wet because of that needy pussy of yours~", he slightly pushed his tongue in your hole, moved it around a bit. You whined and bit your lip as you felt his tongue inside, moving deeper. It felt so good but also so new to you.

After a few seconds he leaned away and moved away from your cunt, "Are you ready to get owned by daddy? Are you ready to be filled precious?", joonie asked while removing his boxers. His cock jumped out and your eyes grew wide. It was huge. You wanted to have it in your mouth, you wanted to suck him off. Just as you were about lean up, Namjoon pushed you down in the matress again, "Next time princess! I can't wait anymore! I need to feel your thight walls around me! Get ready precious Daddy will push his cock into you now~". You could feel the tip of his dick sliding up and down on your cunt, as he looked at you. "Look at me when I take you! Look into my eyes as my cock spreads you apart! I want to see your face when I pount into you and hit your sweet spot~", joonie moaned and grabbed my chin, to make me look at him. You got fluestered as you saw his eyes, dark and wild but beautiful and full of love.

Soon you felt his tip pushing into you, before with a 'plop' his whole, huge cock was inside. You felt so full, but in a good way. Even if it's burnt a bit in the beginning, after seconds you just felt incredible pleasure. The need to be fucked, to be ruined. "P-please move joonie~", you moaned while he leaned over you. Namjoon grabbed both of your hands and pinned them over your head,he hold them together without even trying. "I told you to be carefull with what you wish for precious~ Now you gonna get it!", he growled and started to move his hips in a hard and deep pace. You throw your head back again and moaned at the feeling. Namjoon hit your g-spot everytime he thrusted deeo into you. Your walls felt so warm and clenched around him. "Do you feel this?", he asked while giving one hard thrust, hitting your g-spot. "Next time I will breed you and fuck my seed deep inside your pretty pussy", he growled while getting faster and leaning down, kissing you. You couldn't help but to scream at his new pace, kissing him back passionatly. You were close, you would cum for the third time today. With him now pounding into you, having his eyes closed and moaning himself you just couldn't control yourself at this sight. You screamed Namjoon's name and came again. With that Namjoon stopped and leaned down to your ear.

"What a needy princess you are~ You came again and you still clenching around my cock~ Are you okay precious? Do you want more?", joonie kissed your ear gently and sucked on it a bit. You were so fucked out but you wanted to feel him cum too, wanted to pleasure him too, "I want you too cum too, Joonie Please use me!~", you whispered in his ear and kissed it too.

Namjoons hand caressed your cheek, pulling out of you, "Turn around than! Kneel over the beed, face to the window". Doing what he said, you had the perfect few out of the glass window. You were high up so there was no chance for someone to actually see you, but you could see people walking by, sitting on their desks and eating food. It made you just more wet. The thought of someone might see you getting fucked against a window turned you on.A spank against your ass made you whine and you forgot all those thoughts you had. "Lean forward! Press your breasts against the window!", he caressed over your back. You followed every word he said, now hissing at the feeling of the cold glass against your hard nippels.

Busy with geting used to the new feeling you weren't ready when Namjoon pushed his cock back into you. He pushed deep inside your cunt, leaning over you. You could feel his breath against your ear, over the back of your neck. "Do you like this precious? Does it turn you on that those people could see you naked, getting fucked by me?", he whispered in your ear while slowly starting to thrust into you. With every thrust your breasts bounced and rubbed against the window. You moaned and glass started to blurr. A few minutes later Joonie was fucking into you faster,you could feel his balls slappinh against your clit everytimd he pushed in. You closed your eyes and moaned louder, not seeing clear anymore. "Open your eyes princess! Look at this women with her child!", he growled while spanking your ass, he loved the way it jiggled everytime. Scared to got caught you opened them and looked down, out of the window to a bit older women than your mum. "What would you do if your mum saw us like this? Would you cum infront of her? Would she still think I'm a good school boy?", with every word joonie thrustes deep into you than pulling almost completly out and thrusting deep into you again. This had you screaming and the thought alone made you cum again. You let yourself fall against the window and tried to catch your breath. "See I knew you would squirt for me again~ What a good girl~ Now let me cum on your ass precious!", namjoon moaned while grabbing my hips and pouding into you like the lion he is. A few minutes later he whispered in your ear, "Happy Birthday to me", than he pulled out and came all over your red ass. You had just enough strenght to lift your gaze out of the window to the clock. It was 1 minute past midnight, Namjoons birthday was today and you had no present.

You were so tired. You hadn't noticed when Joonie stood up and came back with a wet towel and clothes to get you cleaned up. "Are you okay precious? Was I to rough? Let me help you", he caressed through you hair and lifted you up to lay your head on the pillow. You yawned and shook your head, "You were perfect joonie~". Namjoon cleaned you up and smiled at your words, "Everything I said was true. I love you Y/N! I hope you know that!", he sat next to you and wanted to put the clothes on you. As you heard the words you always wanted to hear, the words you already gave up on to hear, you jumped up suddenly wide awake. You craweld on his lap and grabbed his cheeks in both your hands, "WHAT? Say that again!", you thought that you had dreamt he said it and you just looked like a psycho now. But that thought changed as he took your hands in his, "I love you Y/N! I always have. I always wanted to be more than friends. Please be mine?". You jaw dropped not knowing how to react. "Love- I- do- too", came out and than you kissed him. This time the kiss felt complete. Namjoon chuckled and kissed your back,still holding your hands as he pulls you closer. You ended up falling asleep in the same bed, cuddling each other that night. The night on Namjoons birthday.

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>> 5 years later <<

The last the day of your study live, that was today for you and for your boyfriend Namjoon. He already got your present, the other boys, your friend army and you gave him a huge birthday cake with a song they prepared called, >"Magic shop". It was such a sweet, beautiful song. Namjoon cried on your shoulder as he heard that song, he was so happy and touched. But of course he would get his 'special' present today night from you.

"Now, before we say goodbye and I let you leave this classroom, tell me where do you see yourself in 10 years?", asked our class teacher for the last years. As Namjoon's answer came up he said, "I want to be a dad", while looking at you, smiling before looking at the teacher who laughed. You got fluestered and looked first at your friend army, who smirked and clapped with the rest of the boys and than back at Namjoon who winked at you.

After a while your turn came up, already knowing what you wanted you said, "I want to be a mum", winking back at your boyfriend Joonie. More clapping was heard and army started to laugh. Namjoon was the one blushing now and looked down at his calender. It said September 12th.

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years ago

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Just Call Me Cupid

Fred Weasley x Reader

George Weasley x Reader(Platonic)

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List:

Prompts: 15, 24 & 25

"Could you be anymore annoying?"/"Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn."/"[Y/N or Character] DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!"

Warnings: Swearing (always)

-Part One-

You know how the story goes. Three mischievous Gryffindors bonding over pranks and countless detentions. Becoming inseparable during their first year, and sticking together through thick and thin. That was the relationship between Y/n y/l/n and Fred and George Weasley. She fit into their lives perfectly. Her humour was exactly like theirs. She liked the same sports. Had the same classes. The same friends. Although one would wager that y/n held all the common sense of the three, always sure to rein the Twins in if they were edging too close to a line they shouldn't cross.

They used to joke she were the "Missing Triplet". Unknowingly separated from them at birth. They'd even gone as far one year to dye her hair fire orange, referring to her as Y/n Weasley for months.

With every passing holiday the Twins would bring y/n home with them. Her home life wasn't particularly grand, it was adequate in a way but had nothing on life at the Burrow. Molly welcomed her everytime with open arms. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay the entire holiday, start to finish, as she got along so well with the family, all of whom loved her like their own sister and, in Mr and Mrs Weasleys case, own daughter. So of course this Summer would be no different.

As the second week of their holiday came around; Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Y/n and even Hermione found themselves left to their own accord for the day as Percy and Mr Weasley had work and Mrs Weasley had errands to run.

The group woke to a fully prepared breakfast waiting for them and a completely chore-free schedule, a rarity in this home.

"Morning all" y/n greeted cheerily as she entered the kitchen. "Someone's happy this morning" "I'm happy every morning, Georgie." She replied as she made her way around the table with a spring in her step. "Oo, toast!" She exclaimed reaching for a single piece balancing on the edge of Ronald's plate, which earned her a stern slap across the wrist from the boy. "Damn. Relax! It's not like I went for a piece of bacon..." "Careful, y/n/n" began Harry from beside her, "that's a sure fire way to lose a hand." He joked. "Oh, right! I'm so sorry I forgot!-"

"RONALD, DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!" everyone, aside from Ron, shouted amusedly before falling into loud laughter. This had been a long running joke amongst the friends and family after Ron had yelled the line at dinner one night years ago. Y/n had to grip the back of Rons chair to stop from falling as he scowled at the groups mockery. "Oh sod off. HEY!" Y/n stole a piece of bacon from Rons otherside while he had been distracted. "Payment for one viscous assault on your favourite sister." She goaded taking a bite from the crispy piece of meat. "You're not even related." "Not yet." Smiling across the table she shot George a wink. George grinned, tongue pressed to cheek as his brow raised amused by her insinuation, in response he pursed his lips blowing her a kiss.

Y/n finally made her way around the table to a vacant seat by Freds side, chuckling lightly at Rons uncomfortable expression.

"Wow y/n, can't believe you'd really settle for the less-attractive Twin." Fred feigned insult as George threw a piece of crust at him. "I didn't. Otherwise I would have chosen you, wouldn't I?" She smiled innocently.

Fred's jaw dropped open in shock at her words. Though he fought hard to contain the smile and laugh forming on his lips, Fred was unsuccessful, cheeks grinning as a chuckle made it's way from his throat.

"WOW!" he placed a hand to his chest, "wound me why don't you?" He looked back to his gathered friends and family, all of whom were laughing at his dramatic reaction. "That's my girl", George spoke fondly, leaning back in his chair, hand hung behind Fred to y/n as they low-fived.

"Some 'best friend' you are." Fred continued, "and GINNY! I can't believe you would laugh at such a heinous lie! I thought we were closer than that!" Ginnys face were so red it near rivalled her hair at this point. Fred turned his attention back to y/n to find her face a similar shade, light joyful tears brimming in her eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "Awwe...Freddie..." she tried to speak, "come on, you know you're my favourite" she leant into his side - hugging his arm - placing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"OI!" her 'future husband' protested, "I'm right here!" "Sorry Georgie, gotta keep my options open. You know how it is."

The remainder of the meal was spent discussing how to fill in their first day home alone for the holidays. Everyone was excited at the prospect of a potential Quidditch match, except Hermione - the only one who doesn't play the sport, and the sloppy ground outside from the past days rain didn't appear very inviting in her opinion. Their plan was thwarted regardless as Ginny reminded the Boys of their current grounding.

Fred, Ron and George had all been forbidden access to their brooms and Quidditch equipment for two weeks, after accidentally breaking a kitchen window with a bludger - released too soon near the house. In the end everyone simply parted into their own groups.

Ginny and Hermione disappeared to her room, Ron and Harry to his, while the remaining three spent the day outside.

Fred, George and y/n were partaking in some 'friendly' bits of competition to occupy their time. It started innocently enough; "let's see who can throw a Garden Gnome the farthest". But naturally, as all three individuals were highly competitive, it escalated. It was all out War by the afternoon.

Basically, they were now running around, breathless and sweaty, chucking mud cakes in their "opponents" direction. A total free for all.

As a cramp set in y/ns ribs she sought shelter behind a shrub by side of the Burrow, trying desperately to spot either Twin and failing. She was thankful however for the opportunity to catch her breath. That was untill...

"Tired are we?" Startled by the sudden voice y/n jumped eye's locking with those of George who stood far too confidently before her, hands tucked behind his back, as he smirked. Y/ns eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Her eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area. No sign of Fred. That definitely isn't good. She began stepping away slowly from the redhead infront of her who cocked his head at her movements slowly following. Smile only growing as he lowered an arm revealing a metal pail filled with sludge.

"Oh God. George, please no!" Her arms came out in defence, "I'm begging you...Georgie, please don't!" Though worried and pleading she couldn't help the nervous smile and giggle that came to the surface. Eyes staring into his "I'll do anything! Mate, please just...put. down. The bucket."

George let out a long sigh, contemplating, as he swung the pail loosely in his hand staring to it's contents. With a dramatic roll of his head and a groan he dropped the bucket by his feet. "Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Y/n repeated, relieved. "Had you done that I'd never get my chance..." Georges brows furrowed, "chance for what?" "THIS!" Y/n scooped up a large mud patty from her feet, hurtling it directly across the side of his face, laughing maniacally. Though as George slowly scooped away the gathered muck on his eye, flicking it off his fingers, she couldn't help but feel bad. A little anyway. Offering a half-hearted apology as he wiped away the dirt by his mouth.

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" He began advancing on her again, "to think I took it easy on you, my 'loving' wife-to-be." He added sarcastically. Y/n gulped as she noticed the new found determination held in his gaze. Laughter turning nervous as she backed away. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you by...taking you roughly in the barn?" "Mmm tempting. But I have a better idea" he smirked wickedly. Y/ns face dropped as she made to run, but she wasn't fast enough, George wrapped his arms around her body holding her tight in place. "Not so fast, love." He lifted her from her feet walking blindly back towards the house. "No! Please no!" She whined through giggles, "Geoooorge" "It's not me you should be worried about, sweetheart." He whispered to her ear. Huh?

"Oooooh FREDDIE!" he called over his shoulder. FUCK! Where was Fred!?

George turned sharply on the spot and y/n suddenly found herself face to face with one Fred Weasley, complete with bucket. Only this one wasn't the same from earlier, it was bigger. And filled with...what was that? Oh god. Ice.

"Woah y/n/n, you look really flustered. Reckon you might need to cool off." He grinned. "Freddie, I was thinking exactly the same thing." Georges grip on y/n tightened as she began to squirm furiously. Pleading them not to. Fred raised the bucket in his arms as she slipped to the ground, George pinning her down and tugging back the side of her shirts collar.

Fred leaped into action, pouring the buckets contents over her exposed shoulder so the ice would fall down her back as well as down her chest. Y/n squealed at the brisk temperature change. Breath hitching and shuddering in response. The boys jumped back as she scrambled to her feet, shaking the material of her shirt to lose the ice still clinging beneath it. Various curses and insults being shot to the twins whilst doing so.

"Prats." She shivered, "the both of you. Prats." All three couldn't contain their laughter at this. George excused himself for a moment to rid his eye of a few pesky grains of dirt under his eyelid.

He dunked his head under the tap of the kitchen sink in order to rinse his eye, and face while he was at it, clean before filling himself a glass of water having become quite hot from all the running he'd done this afternoon. A sudden yell pulled his attention out the window.

Chuckling as he watched Fred frantically running from y/n who held the bucket of mud George had threatened her with earlier.

Fred was running backwards with his arms raised trying desperately to bargain his way out of his punishment. George could only just make out the conversation carrying on in the moment.

"Come on, said I was sorry didn't I?" "Why don't you put the bucket down and I'll run you a bath" "I have a stash of chocolate frogs upstairs you can help yourself to!" George was amused by that line in particular as he knew for certain that stash was well and truly gone, days ago, as he and y/n had helped themselves to it whilst he showered.

Fred were a fairly safe distance away as he out manoeuvred his friend easily with such long legs and lack of bucket. He probably could have kept up their little dance for some time, enough for her to admit defeat, if he had not tripped back over his own feet. George snorted at the sight, water nearly shooting from his nose, as his brother fell flat on his back. Y/n seized her moment. Standing above him with bucket raised smiling.

Many 'please's, and 'y/n's and of course countless 'no's falling from Fred mouth, all in vain as the bucket tipped above him. Contents hitting directly to his chest and covering him in filth. George really wished he had a camera right about now.

"What are you laughing at?" Ginny had appeared, grabbing a glass of water for herself. "Y/n getting revenge." "Why aren't you out there?" "To avoid exactly that happening to me." The two watched as Fred stood, wrapping himself around y/n to smear mud over her body as well, swaying them side-to-side dramatically as he did so. Muffled shrieks came from her mouth which was pressed tight against his chest.

"Mum's going to have a field day with you three." Ginny commented, placing down her cup as she ascended the staircase. George inhaled sharply as his jaw clenched at the thought. His eyes scanned the yard...they had made quite the mess. He wondered if they'd ever be allowed to play Quidditch again. Or even be allowed out of the house for that matter. His thoughts were cut short as his attention fell back to his brother and best friend.

They'd stopped rough-housing. Y/n pushing back from him with a huff. She stood before him with a pout, covered completely in muck. Fred was laughing haughtily at the sight as he took a step forward, sweeping a dirty piece of hair behind her ear. His fingers delicately traced her cheek bone and down toward her lips which had parted slightly as she stared at him. His head was hung towards her as he gazed back, hand now resting just below her jaw. Both slowly leaning closer...

The moment was over as quickly as it'd began, by Fred clearing his throat and dropping his arm, both hands finding his pockets and standing back a pace. He had said something about needing a shower to which y/n laughed awkwardly, avoiding any further eye contact.

"Ho-ly FUCK!" George exclaimed to himself as realisation hit him like a bag of bricks. "They fancy one another" his eyes were wide. How hadn't he noticed before?

The way their eyes seemed to linger on one anothers a tad longer than two friends would. The shameless flirting. The "innocent" light touches. How Fred always had his arm over her shoulder if he could. The quick kisses to their cheeks. The blushing. The way Fred tensed, white knuckled, when boys were 'too friendly' with y/n. The way y/ns teeth would grind as girls would fall over Fred. It all seemed so obvious now.

Without a second moments thought George bolted up the stairs.

Hermione and Ginny sat cross-legged on her bed, chatting casually about the upcoming school year and what excitement it may hold, when the bedroom door violently swung open. Slamming into the wall, one hot, sweaty and very much out of breath George clung to its handle.

The girls stared wide-eyed at the sight. "...yes?" Ginny asked curiously. Her brother was a sputtering mess, attempting to speak through deep burning breaths. "F-Fre-and y/...Fred and y/n!" He gasped, arms waved and flailing dramatically trying to make them understand him in his frantic state. "They-they're...they fancy one another!" He finally exclaimed before clutching his side painfully, "Oh, cramp".

Ginny and Hermione looked at one another with identical blank stares before shrugging simply, "We know" they spoke. "You KNOW!?" "It's pretty obvious." Said Hermione. A deep, frustrated, sigh left Georges throat, his head rolled and he flopped heavily into the small space between both girls, the action causing them to bounce.

"Could you be anymore annoying?" Ginny groaned but George ignored her, "This is unbelievable." "Is it though?" His sister questioned. "They're always all over one another. Always staring when they think the other's not looking." "Not to mention they're perfect for one another." Hermione giggled " "He stops her from stressing too much over school work, keeps her out of her shell when she's struggling. And she very well may be the only person on the planet capable of settling him down when he gets worked up."

"Do you think they know?" George asked, eyes fixed to the ceiling. "Not a chance" "Absolutely not." The girls answered. "Look how long it took you to realise, and you're their best friend." Added Hermione causing Georges brows to furrow. She had a point. They'd spent nearly every day together since they met in their first year. Practically attached at the hip and yet it only clicked now.

He couldn't quite wrap his head around how he was feeling at the moment as too many thoughts flooded his mind.

Was he worried? Excited? What if they dated? Would they hang out with him less, as a result? Would it work out? What if they broke up!?

"My best friend and my brother..." he wondered aloud, tone sceptical. The girls remained silent as George thought, chewing his cheek. The atmosphere was tense as they worried over his reaction. That was until a wide smile crept its way across his face. "My best friend and my brother." He spoke louder, more assured, with a curt approving nod. "I'm gonna make it happen." He stated matter-of-factly as he lifted himself from the bed, making his way to the door.

"And how, pray tell, are you going to manage that?" "Easily, my dear sister." George looked over his shoulder as he grabbed the doors handle, "Just call me Cupid." He winked, quickly shutting the door as he left with a smirk.

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