#I mean no wonder he’s so focused on popularity

[feelingtheaster99]

“Even if you weren’t ‘maximum maximum legend,’ I would still want to hang out with you

🥹 Awwww, Mazey

[unintentionalseductress]

Prescription For Pleasure

Warnings: MDNI, sex, masturbation, medical masturbation, use of vibrators, clit play, piv sex, use of latex gloves, oral (fem receiving), some praise, kinda slow burn A/n: I am not normal about this man in any way. Not really proofread. Please do not use my banners without permission.

You’re seated in Zayne’s office, trying not to squirm as he sets up your appointment. Although this was now the third time you were seeing him for this regular inspection, it didn’t alleviate your nerves the slightest. Each month, according to the Hunter’s Association regulations, every hunter needed to be seen by their primary care physician for 3 consecutive days for their health.

And although the association deemed it a necessity, it was an embarrassing requirement according to you. The Hunter’s Association had done a survey and discovered that many of their employees suffered from high levels of stress because they were isolated and lacked much-needed human contact. To combat this, they made it mandatory to get physical contact by a medical professional every month.

But when all the fancy jargon was pushed aside, all the hunters called it the same thing - medical masturbation. It had become wildly popular amongst both men and women hunters, eagerly marking the days on their calendar for when they could come in. When you heard about the rule, you wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole. You had tried talking to Jenna to insist that you were indeed taking care of yourself in that aspect, thanks to your trusted vibrator, but she had shaken her head no. 

“We need documentation. I’m subject to it, and so is everyone else in my order.”  Defeated, you’d walked out of Jenna’s office before remembering another mortifying fact with a jolt. Your primary care physician was Zayne. 

Your childhood friend, your trusted cardiologist, stoic and calm, who remained reserved during your general checkups, was going to be your medical masturbator. You had almost turned yourself into a ball on the floor, tweaked out at the insanity of it all. Although Zayne was your general physician, you had a separate gynecologist, and apart from asking if you’d had your annual PAP smear, Zayne had left that part of your anatomy unquestioned. It didn’t help that you were attracted to him, and sure, if he’d asked you out on a date, you would have been more than happy to let him inspect you all he wanted down there.

But this clinical setting, enforced by your organization was a little too much to bear. Wondering how to tackle this situation, you wander over to Tara who was humming as she made her medical bookings on her phone app. “Isn’t this exciting?” she squeals as she sees you. “God knows the dating pool is thin right now. This is just what I needed!”

Tara’s primary care physician was a woman, and you wondered if that was a pro or a con. On the one hand, dropping your panties for a woman doctor seemed less unnerving than for a man. But if you had a preference for men, would it work against your arousal? You shook your head at your ridiculous musings and focused on talking to Tara. “Are you really that excited about this?”

“You have no idea!” Tara taps her feet as she talks to you. 

“And you’re ok about having a woman stimulate you?” You probe, trying to gauge Tara’s reaction. Tara giggles and lightly pats your shoulder. 

“I don’t know but the idea is kind of hot. I mean, getting it on in a doctor’s office? Besides if I don’t like it, I can change the doctor the next time.”

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks. “You can change your doctor?”

“For this yes, the app gives you an option since it involves showing off a lot of intimate areas. You have to be able to trust your doctor right?”

You logged into the app, finding the little button to request a change in doctors, but for some reason, the page kept refreshing and crashing. With a sigh, you decide to get the worst of it over with and call Zayne, hoping he can make the change for you on his end. His voice is cool and professional when he answers your call.

“Yes?”

“So, you must have heard about…the new regulation?” you had put forth nervously.

“I am aware of it, yes.” 

“Well, for obvious reasons, I would like a different doctor.” 

Zayne smoothly says, “Of course. Patient comfort is always first. Do you have a doctor in mind?”

“Maybe my gynecologist? I tried doing it in the app but it keeps crashing.” There’s a moment of silence and you can hear Zayne’s fingers tapping away at his keyboard before a low hum leaves his end of the line.

“There appears to be a problem.”

“Problem?” you’d parrotted back.

“Yes. Because so many people are booking appointments at the same time, most of the available doctors are already taken. Including your gynecologist.” 

It felt like watching a bird crashing into a window in slow motion, that brief moment of hope that it wouldn’t hit the glass shattering in an instant. “Oh.”

There’s a pause before Zayne delicately says, “I’m sorry but it looks like you will have to make those appointments with me for this month. 3 of them according to the regulation. Hopefully, you can make the change for next month.” His voice sounded slightly apologetic.

“Won’t it be weird given that we know each other personally?” The question had fallen from your lips before you could stop yourself. 

“I promise not to treat you any differently than any of my other patients who are coming in for this inspection. I understand this may be a little unexpected, but I assure you I did a term of gynecology during my internship.”

A tinge of mirth carried over in his voice and you can’t help but make a noise of embarrassment. “Zayne, please!” His laugh was dry but not unkind, and you can’t help but want to hide your face even though he couldn’t see you. 

“Don’t worry too much. But I do advise you to make the appointments soon. My schedule is filling up rapidly.”

With those words, he’d disconnected the call and you were left wondering if an unknown god from another planet had cursed your existence. 

And changing doctors had proven to be more difficult than you’d thought. The entire organization seemed to be having a single thought. They had made appointments in the app almost halfway into the year, essentially blocking you from being able to do anything about your situation. Now on your third month with Zayne, you watch as he checks his notes from your last session, feeling like you want to scamper from the room.

The last two sessions had been incredibly stimulating, your arousal heightened by the fact you were attracted to Zayne. You’d never considered having someone watch as you touched yourself but found that you’d enjoyed it, at least, when it was him. He had remained professional, but you’d avoided him these last two months, save for when you had to get your monthly cardiac profile. He reads his notes from his computer as he prepares for your session. 

“Preferred device for stimulation still a vibrator, with a large, rounded, flexible head?” His eyes remain on his screen and you’re grateful for him giving you this smidgen of privacy. 

“Yes.”

“Preference for the doggystyle position still?” 

Your face burns. “Yes.”

“Still consenting for verbal stimulation?”

You nod your head.

“And still consenting for internal vaginal stimulation?” You make a noise of consent, squeezing your thighs together, your panties uncomfortably chafing against your already swollen pussy. 

“All right, I have everything I need.” He logs off and removes his lab coat, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his well-corded arms, and your mouth almost waters at the sight of them. Clearing your throat, you shyly reach into your bag and pull out the vibrator in question, which he takes from you and clamps into a stand, adjusting it over the examination table you’d be on. A bottle of lube awaits on the tray next to the table and you swallow as he finishes the setup. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says in that deep voice, and feeling like your fingers are wrapped in thick woolen mittens, you reach behind you to untie the hospital gown you’re wearing, and it falls to the floor with a swoosh, your nipples pebbling under the sudden chill. A small set of sensors were taped to your chest and on the sides of your forehead, essential medical devices to ensure your orgasm was satisfactory. Unperturbed, Zayne gestures to the table and you make your way onto it, letting your feet settle in the stirrups as he settles on a stool between your legs, pulling on latex gloves before gently spreading your folds apart. You stare up at the ceiling as he does his initial checkup.

“Labia look healthy, no signs of trauma or abnormal discharge,” he murmurs, then runs a finger down the edge of the fold that separates your inner and outer lips, causing your core to clench involuntarily. You hold still, knowing very well he saw the action, holding your breath, letting out a little sigh as he lets go. 

“Normal reaction to stimuli, already semi-aroused,” he says, trashing the gloves and making another note on his computer. He glances over at you, leaning back uncertainly on the table. “You may begin.”

You swallow, then carefully turn onto your hands and knees, crawling towards the head of the table, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing the viscous liquid onto the head of the vibrator, avoiding eye contact as your breasts sway under the motion, nipples painfully hard from anticipation. You could feel Zayne’s gaze but can’t bring yourself to look up. Even though this was the third time, it hadn’t gotten easier, stripping naked and pleasuring yourself in his office. 

Once the rounded head of the vibrator is slick, you turn, the chill of the lube against your heated membranes causing more blood to flow into your already engorged nub, and run your moist slit across the surface to spread the liquid onto your slickened folds. Your hand fumbles for the little remote control and with a buzz, the vibrator turns on at the lowest setting. You click the button a few more times until it gets to the speed you liked, then fail to hold back a moan as the sensations pleasurably begin to take hold in your clit. 

The first time you had done this, nervousness had made you set the vibrator on the highest possible setting hoping to get a quick orgasm and sprint out of the office. Unfortunately, the sensors relayed this information into Zayne’s medical record that your climax had been unsatisfactory, and you had endured being lectured by him with the medical gown loosely draped on your body, your rear open to the cold office air. 

His tone wasn’t unkind but it hadn’t helped you feel better either. “It helps neither of us if you rush this. The whole purpose of this examination is to ensure you’re relaxing. I know it’s embarrassing but if you fail to have a proper orgasm, I’ll have to make you repeat the process until I get data that says otherwise.”

“The sensors are-”

“The only way to measure anything. Without involving another person anyway.”

His words had left you gobsmacked and your retort had died in your mouth. After that incident, you had learned. Even with the chagrin of having him watch you, you had learned to take your time and let the feelings build, leading to incredibly savory climaxes that made your body squirm from the aftershocks. 

Your hips sway, setting up a rhythm to brush your sensitive slit onto the head, letting it vibrate from cunt to clit, the lube aiding the frictionless sliding and making your core drip. Quiet noises of pleasure leave your throat as help yourself, arching your back and changing the curvature of your ass to maximize the sensations, then when the perfect pattern emerges, you let out a keening sigh, and try to remain still, letting the vibrator work its magic. 

Zayne, who has been quietly observing the computer this entire time, observing the spikes relayed from the sensors, asks, “Have you found your optimal pleasure form?”

“Yes,” you gasp, the timbre of his voice sending an arrow of lust into the deepest parts of your clenching core. You knew what was about to come next. The sound of Zayne’s desk chair moving, followed by the snap of latex gloves as he pulled a fresh pair onto those beautiful hands. He approaches the examination table and takes the bottle of lube you had set aside earlier, a wet squelching noise issuing from it as he squeezes it over his gloved hand, gathering the fluid on his index and middle fingers. He leans over to whisper in your ears; the verbal stimulation has begun.

The humiliating reveal that you had a heavy praise kink had come up during your initial session and despite your insistence that it wasn’t necessary, Zayne, the ever-diligent worker, had made a note in your profile, and he’d been fulfilling it each time. A tickle of hot breath near your ear, before he murmurs, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

The hum of the vibrator in the background coupled with his voice makes your breath catch in your throat. You nod, knowing you didn’t have it in you to form coherent words. 

“That’s a good patient. Good patients listen to their doctors you know. And you’re doing a wonderful job.”

Your hips snap back to push your clit against the rubber pad, letting out a whimper of pleasure, the action pushing your ass up higher, revealing your pathetically drooling cunt, fluttering with the dissatisfaction of being unfilled. 

“Are you ready?” He waits for your consent and you manage a husky, ‘mm hm’.

“Good girl. Take a breath.”

You inhale, trying to relax, then let out an uninhibited moan as Dr. Zayne inserts his middle finger into your needy cunt, the ring of muscles offering no resistance to the probing digit. He gently thrusts a few times, before curling the tip of his finger up into the delicate patch of nerves on your upper wall, the smooth come hither motion awakening a new level of pleasure in your body. Your fingers tighten on the edges of the table, sobbing, trying not to scream at the feelings that threatened to explode from you. He keeps up the gentle assault before asking, “Are you ready for another one?”

“Yes…” your voice comes out shakily, knowing you desired more than just his fingers, but that you would never get to experience it. 

“Perfect. So well behaved, taking exactly what I give you.” Zayne’s sensual voice floods your ear before his index pushes into you, the thickness of both his fingers sending you into overdrive. Your walls clench welcomingly around him, inciting an exciting pull of liquid heat in your abdomen, the muscles tensing in anticipation for the exquisite release you knew was about to occur. 

Feeling your inhibitions abandon you as you are stroked closer to orgasm your self-control slips and his name falls from your lips as he pushes over the edge.

“Zayne…” some partially functioning confine in the back of your brain registers what you had just involuntarily purred, but the spasms rocking your core, those gratifying waves of delight flooding your body made it easier to ignore it as your being is reduced to a pliant mess of pleasure. His fingers ease up as the fluttering in your pussy calms down, your clit pulsating weakly as the final vestiges of pleasure are wrung from your body. 

With a wet noise, his fingers leave your moist hole, the glove coated with your juices and the lubricant. Awareness finally comes crashing around you as you realize what you had uttered in the throes of passion. 

“I…I didn’t…I wasn’t in control…” You try to find a way to explain, to let him know you had very little choice in the matter of sobbing his name as you orgasmed, but everything feels flat, almost on the fine line between explaining and insulting. 

“There’s no need.” Almost as if he’s read your mind, Zayne matter-of-factly redirects the conversation. “It’s not uncommon to blurt out things during climax. Some people swear, and others call out names. It was a very normal reaction considering I was the one in the room with you.”

He throws the gloves in the trash and goes to check the computer, to ensure the sensors had given him the information he needed before starting the second round of the appointment.

“Oh.” You say quietly as he sits at his desk, feeling dejected. Although relieved he wasn’t making a big deal out of it, you can’t help but feel disappointed with his reaction. Shouldn’t a man be flattered when a woman cried out his name when she came? Maybe he really was treating you strictly as a patient. And here you were, pussy exposed and spread after being probed by his dextrous fingers, mooning over him like a high school girl. Perhaps the limit of your relationship with him was in fact, doctor and patient, the childhood friends aspect fading. 

So there was no romance here at all. You had a crush on him, and he was doing his job. Reality sucks. You sniff and suddenly feel cheap, and get out of the doggystyle position and try to find the hospital gown to preserve some of your modesty. Zayne glances over at your sudden movements.

“Are you cold? I can get you a blanket.”

“I’m fine.” You try to sound normal. 

“Your records show that you usually rest about 10 minutes before you are ready for the next round. Do you feel like that will be the case this time too?”

You find the gown and drag it up to your chin, covering your body as you lay back on the table. “Yeah. Actually a little sooner today maybe. I have somewhere to be.”

“You can’t rush these things. Your body will cum when it wants to. A forced orgasm doesn’t promote anything beneficial.”

“Well can we find a way for this to happen quickly and in compliance with the sensors?” You’re trying not to let your frustration show, the pleasantness of your orgasm fading. “I don’t think I have the patience to do two more rounds.”

Zayne listens to you impassively, but those amber eyes flecked with green had an underlying intensity you couldn’t place. “You don’t have the patience to do two more rounds?” He gets up and comes over to you. “You want to just leave then?” He approaches the edge of the table and there’s tension in his jaw. Perplexed, you look at him, his reaction unexpected. 

“No, I’m sorry, I know I can’t leave because of compliance and all that.”

“Compliance,” Zayne mutters under his breath before grasping your chin and forcing you to look at him, a gasp leaving your throat. 

“You’re getting frustrated because you have to do this a few times every month while being supervised? Do you have any idea what I have to do before you come in for these sessions?” His voice is a growl and you clam up, shocked by this aggressive display of expression from him.

“Every month I have to remain professional as you come in, pleasure yourself, and then leave. I have to endure seeing your beautiful body bare in front of me and control all my impulses to touch you, to not overstep my limitations as your doctor. I pleasure myself remembering the noises you make and ensure I’m well spent before coming in to do your appointments. You sit there, acting like it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea what you do to me?”

One of his knees is on the table, and he’s looming over you making you feel like a tiny animal caught in his fury. “It’s torture, to watch you. You’re not like the other patients I see. You never have been. Because with you, I always feel like I’m on the verge of losing control. Do you know how difficult it is to not do things to you that aren’t specified on your medical record? To have my fingers so intimately inside you, feel every little drop of pleasure clenching around my fingers, knowing at the end I can’t have you to myself? To hear you call my name and know that you only see me as your doctor?” 

Your face is a bright shade of red but you can’t look away from his face. His teeth are gritted, and when you dare to glance down, you see the noticeable bulge that has formed between his legs. He follows your glance and clicks his tongue, letting go of your chin. 

“I know I crossed a boundary today. It’s all right. You can go. I’ll reschedule you with another doctor. I know you didn’t want me in the first place.”

Your mind is a blur as you quickly reach out to grab his hand, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. His admission was like a prayer answered, and you weren’t going to meek about this. His breath hitches as he feels you pulling at his hand and gives you a look of uncertainty. Your lips part but the words you want to say refuse to come out. 

“Damn it,” he whispers ferally before his mouth captures yours in a rough kiss. It was wild and demanding, a contrast to the reserved, patient man he usually was. You’re swept up in the feeling of his mouth on yours, the taste of his tongue, and the softness of his lips. When you break apart, his hand cups your cheek, his eyes searching your face.

“This isn’t just because of the session right?” He asks keenly and you realize what he’s asking you. He’d been aching for you before this whole stupid policy came into place. The same way you’d been longing for him. 

“No, it’s not. I had a crush on you back when you became my doctor to check on my heart condition.” A sigh of relief leaves him before he tenderly presses his forehead to yours, and you’re caught up in the sweetness of the moment. 

“I just had to be sure.”

Boldly, you raise your head, delighted when he meets you, pulled back into his kiss, your tongues sliding over each other, your fingers tangling into his hair, scratching the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

You gasp as he breaks the kiss to drag his tongue down the column of your throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the heated flesh, your blood humming in your veins as your eyes flutter closed. He pulls away the gown and pulls your perked nipple into his mouth, and you revel in the jolt of pleasure it brings you, each suckle felt in your clit which had already swollen up again in need. His fingers capture your other nipple, softly tweaking and pulling it and drawing little whines of desire from your throat. 

Your hand finds the junction between his legs and cups the heavy bulge, drawing a groan from him, palming him through his slacks, feeling it grow and tent the fabric under your ministrations. A low guttural sound leaves him and he gets off the table, and you almost protest until you see him dragging the small wheeled stool from earlier towards the table. He settles down on it, looping his arms around the tops of your thighs and pulling you closer to the table's edge until your feet find the stirrups again. 

“Stay open for me darling,” he instructs, his eyes glittering and you shiver as you feel his breath against your swollen folds. You squeak as he pushes your folds apart with his nose, inhaling your scent, his eyes growing dark with lust. “You smell delicious. I always wondered. Had to stop myself from sniffing my gloves after you climaxed. Not professional you know.” 

The musky tang of your pussy fills his senses, and his tongue darts out and dips into your slit, finding the swollen bud and licking it with just the right pressure that makes your toes curl and stars pop into your vision. 

Your hand rests on his head, tugging his beautiful dark locks, his name falling from your lips without barriers. Your hips rock against him, moaning, then let a sob as his lips suction around your clit. His fingers, free from the gloves at last, probe your entrance, scissoring inside to prepare you for what was to come before they curl up into that gummy patch that he knew too well. 

The sensations flood you, and the sheer knowledge of knowing you had Zayne touching you this way, unbound by the usual rules was sending you into a frenzy. Incoherent noises leave your mouth, crying out hotly as he teases the orgasm from you, your body shivering from the intensity. 

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and takes in your appearance, so soft and satisfied on his table, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Are you prepared for the after?” he asks, you nod, more than eager to experience him. A sly smile crosses his face before he reaches over into the little chest of drawers by the table and pulls out a condom. 

“Hospitals have free condoms. It would be impractical to not use one when it’s on hand.” He explains seeing your questioning look and stands to undo his pants. You watch curiously as his cock is finally freed, eyes widening as it faces you, so impressive and veiny, standing proudly with a slight curve in its length. His pubes were neatly trimmed at the base, ebony curls visible behind the shaft. As he starts to roll on the condom, you feel your whole body heating up in anticipation. 

He leans down to kiss you before taking your feet and resting them on his shoulders, his cock at the perfect angle to enter you. As he sinks into your welcoming heat, you let out a sigh of longing, feeling the delicious stretch of muscle as he pushes up inside you, gasping as you feel his full length sheathe itself. As he bottoms out, his eyes close in bliss, hardly daring to believe that after all this time, he is finally getting to fulfill this private dream. 

Each stroke has him brushing against your gspot and kissing your cervix as he paces himself, feeling the primal urge to take you roughly and selfishly calling at his self-control. A growl leaves his throat as you whimper, straining towards him as the both of you struggle to keep a grip on reality. He feels the seductive way your walls clench around him, hears the soft noises you make, sees your face contort in pleasure with every roll of his hips. 

“Oh you feel so good,” he pants hotly, glasses askew, almost at the tip of his nose as he thrusts. “Clenching me so needily. Gonna milk me dry.”

Your response is a shuddering whimper, your back arching greedily to feel all of him, creating the perfect curvature to brush your clit against the base of his erection with each push of his hips. He feels the little bud on his heated skin, your combined fluids dripping onto his shaft, slickening the bundle of nerves with each stroke. 

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock the way you do on my fingers.” Zayne’s voice is husky as he tries to hold on, damned if he came before you. “I know you want to. I can feel the way your walls are spasming. They always do this pattern before you orgasm.”

The fact that he had memorized this knowledge of you was too much and you let go, your voice filling the room as you climax. Zayne’s hips stutter as he feels you around his length, pussy fluttering so him. His pace quickens, the sound of slapping skin becoming more and more urgent, his balls hitting your ass each time as he chases his orgasm. 

A shiver passes through his body as it happens and he buries himself in your warmth. You hum in satisfaction as you feel his cock twitch and pulse inside you as he spills his load. He pants, sweat on his forehead as he bends down to kiss you again, carefully lowering your legs which burn from the stretch as they settle on the stirrups. 

Threading your fingers through his hair, you brush your noses together, smiling shyly at him as he smirks, his eyes closing as he catches his breath.

“Can I see you outside of my office sometime?” he asks and you laugh at the invitation. 

“Are you asking me out on a date after having sex just once?” you tease as he grips the base of the condom and slides out, your pussy feeling the loss keenly. 

“I have been wanting to for a while. I was just wondering if I was misreading the signals. But I think I have a solid answer now.” He helps you sit up and cradles your body against his, idly stroking your skin, before gently removing the sensors off your body. 

“Let’s get dressed,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead after a moment of cozy silence, and the both of you hunt down your clothes. As he fixes his tie, Zayne passes by his computer and lets out an amused huff. 

“Something funny?” you ask as you button your blouse.

“The sensors definitely gave enough information to make anyone’s head spin.” You walk over and snort as you see the window, full of sharp spikes. 

“Well, at least I am guaranteed you had a good time.” Zayne’s eyes sparkle mischievously as he pulls you in for another kiss. 

“I’m not changing my doctor,” you reassure him as you pull away. There’s amusement in his gaze when he replies. 

“Oh, definitely not. I think if the Hunter’s Association ever sees this record, they’ll heavily advise you to remain with the same healthcare professional.” 

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[lecliss]

Wait I just saw info saying Weiss does in fact have a BT!!!! I need to see it!!! I need his kit video to be posted already!!! Im dying to know what it is!!!! And Reno is getting an FR/BT too in the following banner, so October is gonna be busy for me!!!

[ssentimentals]

come and get your love {kim mingyu}

pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

prompt: arranged marriage! AU, in which mingyu is a popular dj and fem!reader is a famous news reporter. it gets worse before it gets better.

warnings: none! it's not the usual sweet/fluffy stuff everyone is used from me though.

one.

mingyu stares at the window and wonders if he's ever heard of someone jumping out from the sixth floor. surely someone did, right? and they probably stayed alive, right?

'focus.' wonwoo hisses next to him, jamming his elbow hard to mingyu's right side.

mingyu blinks back to the present, looking at the contract in front of him. his sign looks almost foreign on it and to be honest the more he looks at it, the more this whole 'jumping out of the window on sixth floor' idea starts looking great. mingyu turns his head and his gaze lands on you. the only person here with who he's unfamiliar and isn't this ironic? how most unfamiliar person for him in this room is about to become the closest person to him in his life?

'thank you.' your voice is clear and you even muster a smile to the lawyer. a fake one, but still a smile. 'can we get going now?'

'where are hurrying, oh the love of my life?' mingyu asks, raising his voice to sound more dramatic. 'my legal wife, my petal-' wonwoo elbows him hard but mingyu keeps going. 'don't you want to get to know your husband more?'

mingyu waits with baiting breath for your reaction. it's a test from him, sort of. depending on how you'll react he is going to correct his behavior later on. your eyes bore into him with no emotion, nothing on your face betrays how you're feeling. staring at him for few seconds, you simply stand up and walk away, not gracing him with any kind of reply. wonwoo sighs like he's dying next to him but mingyu pays him no mind; he saw your eyes and despite how well you tried to hid it, he saw it - emotion. and he is going to see it again.

two.

'is that wall really that more interesting than me?' mingyu asks, turning towards you. 'it can't be.'

he watches as you slowly turn, facing him. it's been a week since he last saw you and now that you two are back together for fittings, he can't help it. mingyu is not sure what's wrong with him but something about you makes him itchy. he wants to poke you, annoy you, ask you questions, talk to you - anything to get your attention. and when he has it now in form of your raised eyebrow, he can't help but grin. 'so. anything you want to ask from me, my wife?'

your lips twitch and he spent too much time with wonwoo to be able to recognize when someone is trying to hide a smile - it's exactly what you're doing right now. he probs even further: 'i wonder if you're one of those sirens. do you think your voice will lure me in and that's why you're staying silent?'

you uncross your legs and his eyes zero on that motion, focusing a bit too hard on how pretty and long they are. how good they look in those black straight jeans. how nicely they'd look wrapped around-

'it is,' you say, voice not as cold as last time but still rather emotionless. 'the wall, i mean. it is more interesting than you.'

mingyu fakes a gasp, clutching at his chest in an horribly outstaged offence. 'i'll have you know, i'm plenty interesting.' there's a smirk in the corner of your lips and it's such a sexy look on you that mingyu gets thrown off for a second. 'c'mon, ask me something.'

you sigh like he's the biggest annoyance in your life but mingyu sees the way you're biting your inner cheek in order not to smile and he's winning. he's so, so winning. 'mingyu,' you start and he likes the way you say his name. 'are you very upset that there'll be no more parties on ibiza with some hot models for you? now, that you have a wife?'

mingyu blinks. icy chills run down his spine and it's a struggle to keep his expression neutral. 'keeping tabs on me, wifey?' he asks, going for lighthearted but he's too tense to make it look natural.

you roll your eyes, huffing. 'no need to, you're doing a great job by being on every single news portal yourself.'

and it's true, that's the thing. mingyu is a popular dj, of course he's where the party is and yes, in the nice company of pretty people most of the time. but the way you said it - like he's some dirt on your shoes, like you think his whole life is only this, like you know him already when you don't know a damn thing about him - makes him angry. livid, even. he should say something back, something equally bad, but then designer walks in and you two are picture perfect couple again. mingyu kind of hates it. he also hates how he can't even hide the awe in his eyes when you walk out in a white dress, looking stunning.

three.

thunder rolls in with all its might, showing exactly why all flights are cancelled. mingyu watches how mother nature reminds everyone who's actually in charge here, while you're busy stressing out at the background. he turns, focusing on the way you zip and then unzip your bag, grabbing laptop from it with a big sigh. before he can even think it through, question is out of his mouth: 'how can i help you?'

you freeze. you look shocked when you turn to him and he doesn't blame you - it's weird to ask that when both of you are not speaking terms exactly. 'what?' you ask, stuttering a bit. it's kinda cute. 'you want to help me?' mingyu nods. 'why?'

god, you really never want to make anything easy for him, do you? 'because maybe i'm not an asshole you think i am?' mingyu tries but you don't budge. 'fuck, okay. is this how our marriage-'

'fake marriage,' you but in.

'fake marriage is going to be?' mingyu asks. 'we will not talk to each other and you will react like i'm trying to poison you every time i bring you tea? aren't you tired of this?' mingyu moves closer to you. in this huge hotel room you look so small, especially when you wrap arms around yourself like you're doing now. 'our flight got cancelled, but you're stressing out here like our wedding did. i asked a simple question and you're acting like-' he throws his hands in the air, loss of words. you stare back at him, guarded and he suddenly wants to give up. 'actually, nevermind. i'm going to take next room, text me if there'll be any updates about flights.'

mingyu is.. emotionally drained. whenever he tried to take steps towards you all he was met with was a concrete wall. he knows your first meeting could've gone better but the way you're shutting him down is brutal. he grabs his bag and moves to another room, when you softly call out his name. and maybe he shouldn't give in so easily, but it's you and he's ready for anything to get you to talk to him.

'i'm sorry,' you mumble quietly, looking up and meeting his gaze. 'i just- flight is cancelled and we will be late for all our appereances tomorrow and people will be angry-'

'they all will wait,' mingyu interrupts. is this what got you so stressed? you thinking that some people will be angry at you? mingyu instantly despises this idea, you thinking that some people have this power over you. 'they will wait however the fuck they need to wait for us, okay?' a suspicion creeps in his mind. 'did someone say something to you?' the way your eyes widen is an answer enough. 'who?' mingyu asks, raising his voice a little. 'tell me who.'

his voice and tone is firm enough for you to just give him your phone with a message thread with one of the directors of tv channel open. mingyu reads through the messages and grits his teeth so hard, his jaw clicks. 'let me talk to him,' he looks back at you, pleading for you to give permission. 'please. no one should ever talk to you in this way. let me talk to him and i will remind him his place.'

mingyu probably looks very scary right now, but he doesn't care; how dare someone speak to you like that? how dare someone make you this stressed? you nod and mingyu quickly goes to get his phone, typing number of that director. he walks out to call him without noticing sincere small smile playing on your face.

four.

it goes better after that. you two are talking and it's a big win for mingyu. one week full of tv appereances and interview recordings flies in a blink of an eye with your company, especially when you open up to him more and more. mingyu thinks marrying someone who is this smart and funny is not the worst thing in the world.

five.

two weeks till the wedding and mingyu takes you out on your first real date. or well, you don't know yet that this is a date but he's about to drop that bomb soon. the restaraunt is nicely lit, food is delicious and the way candle lights dance on a naked skin of your shoulders in this dress makes him a bit dizzy.

'is this a date?' you ask, looking up at him when waiter brings dessert.

mingyu likes having your eyes on him. he always wanted your attention and now that he has it, he never wants to lose it. he reaches out for your hand, smiling when you let him interlace your fingers together. 'yes, for me. i'd love it if you'll treat it as one, too.'

your eyes are mesmerizing. how mingyu is supposed to concentrate on anything else when you're looking at him like that? your thumb gently caresses his skin. 'it's a date for me too.'

six.

it's all very new. mingyu is not in a rush but he really doesn't want the first time he kisses you to be the wedding so yeah, maybe he is in a rush. it's not like you're complaining though.

'easy there, cowboy,' you giggle, when he pushes you against the door of his bentley. 'what's got you so worked up?'

'you in this dress,' mingyu mutters, leaving small kisses on your neck. 'you dancing to my dj sets. you being next to me. you, just you.' mingyu stops right in front of your lips, practically vibrating with need to learn your taste. 'let me. fuck, please let me, i-'

you kiss him first. and it's everything he thought it'd be and then some more. mingyu kisses back, devours you whole against that car and leaves a stinging bite on your lower lip when he finally pulls back. he brings your foreheads together, breathing heavily. 'we could've been doing this from the start if you didn't act like you had a stick up your ass.'

'fucker,' you mutter, slapping his bicep but with no real heat behind it. 'get off me.' you push him gently and when mingyu steps away, you smile. three days till the wedding and mingyu already is not sure how he's going to survive them without your kisses. 'thanks for the night, mingyu. you were amazing up there.'

mingyu preens, something warm fills his body at your praise of his skills. he knows he's a damn good dj but hearing this from you means so much more. 'i'll see you tomorrow?' he asks, smiling.

you burst out laughing. 'yes, mingyu, i'm not going to skip my own wedding.'

mingyu grins, not wanting to admit how relieved he is to hear this. 'just checking.'

seven.

true to your word, you don't skip the wedding. you are there, looking like an angel in the white dress, making mingyu's heart want to jump out of his ribcage. you kiss sweetly by the applause from everyone and mingyu holds you tight during your first dance.

'forever with me, aren't you excited?' mingyu asks, gently swaying you.

'two years by the contract don't sound like forever,' you say, grinning. 'getting a bit ahead of yourself, mister.'

'what can i say, i'm very confident.' mingyu spins you once, twice and then pushes you back into his arms, right where you belong. 'your heart eyes are giving you away, by the way.'

your laugh is quickly becoming his favorite sound. he smiles too at your giggles. 'you're not exactly being subtle either,' you say playfully. 'happy that you got me in the end, mingyu?'

mingyu leans in, capturing your smile in a sweet kiss. cameras are going crazy and people around are clapping, thinking that it's all fake but it's the single most real thing in his life. 'you have no idea how.'

a/n: this was a request from anon like month ago and i got around it only now, i'm sorry :( hopefully whoever requested this is happy with how it turned out, cause i kinda like it <3 - nini

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abstract -> "Lets make it up to eachother!"

y/n's perspective

“She’s awake! Get the doctor!” I heard and my vision was doubled while my head was throbbing. Where was I? The last thing I remember was…

“Then why don’t you run?”

Did he actually run? Was he finally free like he wanted? How does a hybrid escape without pretending to be human? Oh yeah… the black market. 

If he did... I hope it was successful and not all for nothing.

“y/n? How are you feeling?” I heard and I looked to my side. “Jeno… how’s school been?” I offered him a smile and didn’t have to see his face to know he was concerned for me. “Good, I've been focusing on this internship and well I try my best to not lose sleep,” he said and I smiled. “Haechan should learn from you,” I said and I heard his soft laughter. 

“How… are they?” I asked and he sighed. “Let’s get you checked out first. I’ll let Taeyong-hyung explain,” he said and I knew it was probably bad. 

“Y/n the doctor is gonna come in and do some tests, you’ll be given pain medication and you currently have stitches so this will scar. We’ll set up future appointments” I heard as I saw Johnny enter the room. 

I wonder if they're okay. 

seonghwa’s perspective

Last week we were finally let out. That would mean she's dead or alive to have them do action. I don't know what they did to San or Hongjoong yet. But I was in observation to see if I should be considered for a breeding farm. 

I heard them talk… I had no chance of adoption. My only option was a hybrid farm where their only purpose is to reproduce. It also gave me little hope that she was alive. 

I know she’s scared of me… but she would’ve tried to convince them otherwise. I also did hear that Yeosang and Wooyoung were code greens ready for adoption but Wooyoung has been in the medical wing. 

“If I could, those tigers would be shipped off. Hongjoong is excessively violent, he killed her. What am I supposed to tell San? Or Wooyoung? Those hybrids are far too dependent on her. If they knew, San would become a bigger threat to himself and Wooyoung would join him” I heard. She was dead…?

I may have not had a lot of hope but a part of me hoped she was alive. Oh, Hongjoong… we caused a mess.

“Seonghwa, you have a check” I heard as they opened my curtain. I saw the employee now opening the glass door. “I’m sorry,” I said… and he looked at me confused. 

“If… if I didn’t help her she’d still be alive. Even then I could’ve stopped–" "Seonghwa none of this is your fault, I'm sorry your future isn’t looking too bright,” he said and I felt the tears run down my face. 

“My future was never meant to bright”

yeosang's perspective

She was alive. I knew she had to be… there's no way she'd die. 

I was in isolation. My records unfortunately were publicly known when I was in here. The accident at a popular apartment complex where politicians, CEOs, and even idols lived took pictures of what happened. They warned me… she called in asking if I was gonna be put up for adoption. If… she was dead. I would get a horrible punishment for defying her… maybe even move the country? 

“Yeosang, are you ready for some air?” I heard one of the employees. I remember him being called… Jaemin? He was a friend of hers. “Any news?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” he said and I nodded. “Do you believe that?” I asked and it caught him off guard. He was supposed to make me feel better. I know he’s not allowed to say anything…

“Look… she’s the strongest person I know. The last time I saw her, Johnny promised to make sure she was alright and my friend worked with him. She’s in a stable condition”

liar. He was lying… 

“You don’t believe me do you?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“She’s… not in stable condition. In fact, they're trying their best to monitor her at all times–” “What’s wrong with her?” I asked and he sighed. We started walking outside as he looked to think about what he’d say. 

“Hongjoong when he clawed her jaw hit a vein connected to her heart. The week before when Kun was there, she flatlined but I  know she’s stable now we just need her to wake up. If not she might be in a coma for longer than we’d hope” he explained and I could only feel hatred for those tigers and myself… I pushed her, and I misinterpreted her feelings. She was scared of them… and even us. 

“Is there hope?” I asked and his smile said everything. It was forced and I could see the glassy look in his eyes. “There's always hope” 

Liar. 

wooyoung’s perspective

“Wooyoung you need to eat, we don’t want to put you up with the purple code hybrids. She’s not gonna be happy when–” “How can she feel anything? She’s not here… she’s dead isn't she?” I cut him off. The doctor sighed and shook his head. 

“No, she's not dead,” he said and I didn’t believe him. 

“Do it for her… don’t you think she’ll be distraught to see you in a worse state than before? When she saw you she said she was heartbroken. To know that you were a depressed hybrid… that those who promised her to take care of you weren’t–" "She’s not here!” I yelled. 

“Let me mourn her… she isn’t coming back,” I said and I was fully convinced. She would’ve been here already, she’s gone. I should’ve been there.

“Wooyoung you need to take care of yourself, your weight is dropping and you’ll start to get sick..” I turned him out. I didn’t feel hungry… not when I used to live a fantasy almost two weeks ago now. I was hopeful at first…

but then she never came back. 

san’s perspective

The world… stopped. 

My world stopped… code purple. For hybrids who are dangerous to themselves, mainly ones who experience such stress, or depression they harm themselves. 

Would it be so bad to be with her again? Constrained and isolated… How was Wooyoung doing? Was he like me? 

I missed the feeling of that collar on my neck, the feeling of her warmth, I miss her. Where is she? How long has it been since I've been here?

Surely only a few hours… I wonder when she’ll be here. Maybe in a few hours? 

“San, how are you feeling?” I heard and I finally saw someone after they put me here. “I’m… tired,” I said, I was tired, my mind felt like I was spinning and I felt sick. 

“Do you remember what I told you last time?” he asked me. “What?” I asked and he sighed. “San, I've been here three times a day for two weeks now,” he said and I was confused. I laughed, “It's only been a few hours…” I said and he shook his head. 

“I’ll remind you later, today we thought it would be good to take you outside” he said and I shook my head. “San, do you remember when you arrived here after the fight? You lost any sense of time and thought you lived the same day over and over again. You improved so much afterwards… she would want you to improve and get adopted again” he said and I shook my head. 

“I am adopted, she’s my mate” I said and he sighed almost like he was tired. 

“San, we’ve been having the same conversation for the past two weeks, almost three times a day” 

hongjoong’s perspective

My hands felt dirty… They didn’t let me go to the cells anymore. 

I need to get rid of her blood. I didn't mean to kill her. I… where was Seonghwa? Was he okay? Did he get adopted already? Maybe she’s alive and she took them… but not me.

I don’t deserve it… besides living with humans?  I hate them… I hate her… but I want to apologize. I hope she’s okay. I want her to be okay. But is she? Why would they send me away if that's the case, they were preparing to send me off. 

I was slowly accepting what I was destined for… I was gonna die. Born into a circus, I was always gonna die. 

“You’re scheduled to leave in three days” I heard. It was the main doctor… “Dr. Doyoung will take you in to check your wounds,” he said and I was unchained from the ground to be led to the medical wing. 

He knocked on the door when it revealed another employee… and Wooyoung? He looked… starved. His eyes looked lifeless and dark circles prominent. 

He looked up at me to not even react. They led him away, speaking to him in a cheerful voice as if wanting to cheer him up. “You ruined the lives of four hybrids,” the behaviorist said to me. 

“What's wrong with him?” I asked and he scoffed. 

“The healthiest right now is probably Seonghwa and Yeosang. Yeosang though is still clinging to her being alive, while Wooyoung has refused to be cooperative with this severe depressive episode, even San has lost all sense of time and is worse. All humans aren't evil, but you let that control you and even ruined your own chance to actually live” he said as I went inside the room to see the doctor. 

I… I'm sorry…

y/n’s perspective

“Two weeks?” I asked and they nodded. “Johnny and Jeno tried their best to take care of you… but you were asleep for two weeks and they thought for a minute your body was in shock, especially after your flatline last week. 

“I… what?” I was confused with everything. Two weeks I was out… What happened to them? “You’re okay physically, the tests they've done should help and it looks like they helped you gain some strength to walk despite being comatose for two weeks” he explained and I nodded. 

“Curious about anything?” Taeyong asked and I wanted to ask but I was scared. “I’m curious. Curious as to why you were suddenly scared of your hybrids. Kun told me that your hybrids said you started to be detached and started avoiding them and it was clarified that you were scared” he said and I nodded. 

“When I did the interviews… Hongjoong mentioned that hybrids do anything to survive even if they pretend to like their owners” I said and he laughed at me. “You’ve clearly forgotten how those three looked at you. Wooyoung used to– actually has been obsessed with you for years, Yeosang is the most overprotective hybrid i've ever seen and San? He loves you… he was your first hybrid and he… he’s a code purple right now” he said and i stopped. I felt frozen… 

“A… a code purple?” I said hoping I heard wrong and he nodded.

“He’s lost track of time… he thinks it's been hours. His mind is scattered in events, sometimes he’ll think he’s there because he attacked you and become depressed, or he’ll think the attack was minutes before and scream that he’ll kill that tiger. The worst of it is, right now… he’s waiting for you to show up in front of him. He thinks it's been hours and you’ll recover soon, for him it hasn't been two weeks”' he explained and he wiped my cheek.

“He… he’s no, you're messing with me. San… I need to see him!” I declared and he grabbed my elbow. “You shouldn't be so rash. No one knows you’ve recovered… Kun thinks you're as good as dead. He was there when you flatlined and thought there's no hope” he said and everything was overwhelming.

“I need to see him,” I pleaded and he smiled. “And we will, just let me go to the station first. We’ll go later today, I want to take you back home–" "No” I refused and he sighed.

“The blood is clean… Wonyoung had people clean your apartment–" "It won’t feel right with them not there” I argued and he sighed. 

“Give me a few hours then, I'll call Yuta and Shotaro, they'll take care of you,” he said and I sighed. “I’m a grown woman I don’t need to be taken care of” I argued and he nodded. 

“Okay… but they’ll meet with you to make sure you're okay, '' he said and I nodded. “I can walk–” “I need time alone… I know where they work” I said and he nodded. “Be careful, you just–” “Taeyong please” I pleaded and he nodded as he left. 

I couldn't stop the tears flowing down. I was an idiot… I doubted them and I failed Hongjoong… I need to talk to him–

“Why are you crying again?” I heard as I noticed a man in front of me. It was the man that helped me before. “It's been a long day” I answered and he nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but please don’t cry, surely whatever it is it can be fixed?” he said with a  cheerful smile. “Have you ever owned a hybrid?” I asked and his eyes widened. “Only one,” he said and I nodded. “How do you know their feelings are genuine and they actually love you?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's an interesting question… Well, hybrids are known for faking they care but that's a rare few. If you treat them with love and care I can assure you they will be the same” he said and I nod. 

“What if they fake it though, even if you love them to the best of your ability?” I asked and he hummed. “Well, a hybrid can fake words, but the things they do have meaning. Where– I mean hybrids are like animals by the end of the day. They have animal habits they follow, like uhm bunnies circle around their owners, fox hybrids are dependent on owners and usually bond to one person for the rest of their life–" "What about canines and panthers?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“That's a weird pair?” he laughed and I smiled. 

“Well, panther hybrids only really expose themselves to their owners when they fully trust them so sleeping is a big one. Uhm… panthers are actually known to cook or feed their mates as an act of love? –” San often would feed me off his own plate and make me eat more… and he would always say how he preferred sleeping in my room.

He was showing he trusted me… 

“– Dog hybrids however, are known to scent their mates and groom them? So dog hybrids will often fix their owners hair or males would often scent their owner to tell others to back off” he explained and suddenly Yeosang made much more sense to me. 

“I can tell you're a good hybrid owner… any hybrid would be lucky for someone to care about them like you do” he said and I smiled. 

“Thank you…?” I didn't know his name. “Oh? Uhm my name! My name is… Yunho” he said and I smiled. “Thank you, Yunho! My name is y/n” I said and he smiled. 

“It was my pleasure, ah! I think you dropped this?” 

Yuta and Shotaro were spamming my phone. 

I was now in front of the infamous building… The Seoul Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. 

I entered and I was immediately greeted by a shocked Haechan. I smiled at the boy who couldn’t even produce a sentence. “YOU'RE OKAY!” he yelled and I laughed as he hugged me tight. “We were convinced you weren’t gonna wake up” he muttered and I ruffled his hair. “Where's Kun?” I asked and he sighed. “Kun cares about you a lot… so does Doyoung but Kun sees you like his little sister–”

“Haechan, what's going on with him?” I asked and he sighed

“He’s planning on sending Wooyoung and San to Jeju’s Rehabilitation Center, as for Yeosang… There's a threat of legal action with his previous owner, Seonghwa is going to be moved to a breeding farm, and Hongjoong is being sent out of Korea '' he explained and I was speechless. 

“W-What?” I asked and he nodded. “Kun right now is out but he’ll be back soon–” “Take me to San,” I said and he shook his head. “Only Kun and Doyoung have the key to get in there… and you're not supposed to be allowed without them knowing,” he said and I smiled. 

“Please, let me see one of them?” I asked and he nodded. “I can take you to Yeosang,” he said and I nodded. He talks to have someone come get me and lead me to Yeosang.

“y/n?” I heard and saw Renjun. I smiled softly and offered a hug. “I'm so glad you're okay! When did you get discharged” he asked and I sighed. “Maybe two hours ago?” I said and he scoffed. “You should be resting–” “I need to see if they're okay” I cut him off and he nodded. 

He leads me around the green code hybrids seeking adoption until we go towards the ones who have not been cleared for adoption. 

“He’s missed you a lot,” he said and I smiled. He opened the curtain and I saw he was asleep. “Jaemin has been trying his best to cheer up him and Wooyoung but it's been hard for them,” he said and I nodded. “I’m only doing this cause I know he won’t hurt you and he is still your hybrid,” he said as he opened the kennel and waited for me to enter. 

I nod and go in to kneel close to his bed. I pet his ears softly as he whined and opened his eyes slightly. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” I said and his ears flattened on his head. 

“Are you real?” he asks as he grabs my hand, tightening it as if I'd disappear. “I’m real, Yeosang,” I said and he sat up looking at me for what felt like a few minutes before he started crying. 

“Please, be real! I…  I miss you” he said as he hugged me tightly. I rubbed it back as he sobbed. “I’m here, I promise,” I said and he pulled away to look at me. I wanted to cry too… so many times I got into my head that he faked everything to hide away from his owner when I should’ve known better. 

His hand cupped my jaw to where my bandages lay. “Does it hurt?” he asked and I smiled. “I’ll heal,” I said and he nodded. 

“I’m sorry for making you adopt them–” “It's not your fault… I got in my own head. Hongjoong is rough around the edges–” “You shouldn’t defend him” he said angrily and I smiled. 

“Yeosang…. He was wronged. I should’ve voiced my thoughts sooner, but he deserves a second chance. What you suggested was sweet… he’s lived tormented by humans so he deserves to feel loved even if he doesn't know how to accept it” I said and his eyes widened. He nods…

“You’re too good to be real. I still don’t believe you're actually here… maybe you're a true angel visiting me in my dreams'' he said and I chuckled. “I don’t have wings or a halo,” I said and he chuckled. 

“Doesn’t mean you aren't an angel to me” he said and I smiled. 

“y/n?” I heard and I looked behind me to see Doyoung. “Did Haechan tell you?” I asked and he nodded. “I-I’m, why didn’t they tell us you were awake?!” he asked and I smiled while looking at Yeosang. “Well, I did wake up two hours ago,” I said and Yeosang laughed. “You should be resting,” he said and I smiled. 

“I know… Doyoung. Can I see San?” I asked and he sighed. “I don’t have the key… Kun has taken charge of seeing Hongjoong and San, I only see them to check up on them” he said and I nodded.

“And… Wooyoung?” I asked and he sighed almost nervously.

“He’s… he needs to see you”

Yeosang was gonna be checked one last time by Doyoung while he led me in front of Wooyoung’s kennel. “Be careful with him… he’s been worse than I've ever seen him” he said and Yeosang didn’t want to let go of my hand. 

“I’ll be here when you're out, I promise,” I said and he didn’t look convinced. “When have I ever lied to you? Or broken a promise?” I asked and he nodded. 

They leave me alone with Wooyoung’s key. I knock before opening the door… It's to tell the hybrid I'm going in. I open it and see that he’s already staring at the door. His eyes widened. 

“y/n?” he said and I noticed how hoarse his voice was. How skinny he was… how tired he looked. “Hello, Woo,” I said, trying my best to offer a happy smile as I felt my vision blur. “You're… alive?” he said, confused and not moving. 

“Missed me?” I said and I sat down on the floor to sit at eye level with him. “I…” he was speechless. I smiled as I hugged him… his tears and sobs broke my heart. The way he tightened his grip on my body and let out cries was the only thing I could focus on. 

He struggled with words as he sobbed. 

“I... I lost- any hope that you were alive!” he let out and I felt a serious ache in my heart. “I’m sorry,” I said and he shook his head as he let go and ghosted his hand on my jaw. “It's not your fault,” he said and I knew what he suggested. 

“It's not his fault either… I should’ve talked about what I was feeling "I said and he said nothing but hugged me. We sat there on the floor with him hugging me in silence.

“Wooyoung '' I heard as I saw Yeosang in his regular clothes and his collar. “Yeosang?” he said as he lifted his head without letting me go to see his friend. “The doctor wants to see you so he can discharge you,” he said and he tightened his grip on me.

“I’ll still be here… you get to be in comfortable clothes and your collar again,” I said and he nodded letting go but did move to leave.

“She’ll still be here,” Yeosang said and Wooyoung nodded. “Can… Can we get food from that street food market?” he asked and I smiled. “Anything you want,” I said and he nodded. He leaves but not without looking at me one last time and giving me a slight smile.

Progress…

“Are you gonna take in those tigers again?” Yeosang asked and I sighed. “I hate how I… I want to give them a second chance. A better chance without me being scared of them… I took them in because they wanted a better life and I didn’t even try like I did with you, Wooyoung, and San” I explain and nod. 

“I don’t trust them” he said and I smiled. “And you have every right to,” I said. 

“y/n?” I heard and I saw Jaemin who looked at me with the biggest smile. “How are you doing?” I said and he chuckled. “You see Yeosang, she’s okay,” he said and Yeosang nodded. “Jaemin? Can you take me to Seonghwa?” I asked and he sighed. “The tigers are gonna be transferred–” “Kun can’t do that, I'm still their owner,” I said and he chuckled. 

“You're the same as ever. Let me take you there then, I'd rather not be sued and in debt even more than I am” he said and I chuckled.

“Yeosang, stay here for Wooyoung,” I said and he shook his head getting ready to argue– “He needs someone here, and I’ll be back,” I said and he nodded reluctantly. 

I followed Jaemin when I noticed he was also a code green hybrid. “Seonghwa, you have a visitor,” Jaemin said as he opened the curtain first. 

He looked at me shocked. 

“You're… I’m sorry! I should’ve stopped Hongjoong, please I-I’m so–” “Seonghwa it isn't your fault '' I said while giving him a smile and he looked at me with wide eyes. 

“I’m sorry for not offering you what I did to my hybrids' ' I said and he looked confused. “You deserve a second chance… so does Hongjoong. Let me make it up to you” I said and he shook his head. 

“I… I should be asking that of you!” he said desperately and I smiled. 

“Let's make it up to each other then!” I said and he was frozen… “I… why do you still want me?” he asked and I shrugged. “You’re a sweet hybrid… a farm doesn’t suit you at all,” I said and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I… I really am sorry I wasn't–” “It's not your fault, you… were the sweetest. You tried so hard to earn a place with me and I know you deserve it. So I'm sorry for letting Hongjoong’s words get into my head, I really do think you deserve better Seonghwa '' I said and he was silent. 

“Do you accept me?” I asked and he smiled softly. 

“If you’ll take me” 

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[redsrooftopprincess]

Monster

Raphael x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Happy Monsterfucker Pride Month you fucking deviants. 😈 Here's a present.

There are a lot of words that come to mind to the average person upon meeting the Hamato clan. "Thing" is pretty popular, and "Freak" is always a classic, but by far Raphael's least favorite is "Monster."

That one tends to stick around, like a "Hello My Name Is" sticker, even after first meeting. The others have an easier time. Leo's the calm, cool one, Mikey doesn't need any help making friends, and Don's got that cute nerd thing going on, but Raphael is big, quiet, and Close Quarter Combat has left him with more scars than clear skin, making an already ugly situation worse.

So when he was sitting at your desk while you were hanging out one night and a notification popped up on your computer, the word caught his attention.

"What is a... 'Monsterfucker?'"

You're not sure sure if anyone has ever died from asphyxiating Dr. Pepper, but you wonder for a moment if you'll be the first.

When you can once again breathe, you look up at him raising a brow at you, "You good?"

"Yup," you croak out with a nod and a thumbs up, clearing your throat, "good."

He gives you a moment to catch your breath, "So... You gonna answer my question, or...?"

Damn. You were hoping he'd suddenly magically forget that he asked.

You've been holding off on coming clean to the guys about this particular personality quirk. You're conflicted because, while it would do wonders for their self esteem, it would more or less be the equivalent of wearing a big sign around your neck that says "HEY RAPH! I'M INTO YOU!" You're still trying to figure out how to approach him about it, and whether or not doing so would ruin an already amazing friendship.

Apparently, you aren't going to get a choice.

You clear your throat, procrastinating, and looking down at the Halloween coloring book you've been working on so you don't have to meet his eyes, "Well..." You clear your throat again, "... a Teratosexual... or... 'Monsterfucker'... is someone with more... exotic... preferences," you cringe internally.

"Exotic as in...?"

"Exotic as in... non-human." You say, making an attempt at sounding casual, suddenly very focused on the cat you're coloring.

That was not the answer he was expecting.

The longer he's quiet, the louder the heartbeat in your ears.

"So you're... not... into humans." He ventures hesitantly.

"Not generally, no..." You say, still not looking at him. Your face is burning.

"Oh..." He says, sitting back and attempting to process, "So what kind of, uh... monsters, I guess... are you, um..." He can't believe he's actually asking this question.

"Depends," you say, thankfully without your voice squeaking.

"On..."

"On... who they are as a person," you say, "just like anyone."

He's quiet again, and you resist the urge to look up at him. He's running through moment after moment with you in his head. The looks, the touches, the gentle words, all those times he kicked himself for reading too much into things...

You tense as you hear him get up and walk over to your side of the bed. the mattress dips as he sits down beside you, and a hand comes up to still the hand coloring. You look up at him, heart thundering in your ears as his thumb brushes over your wrist.

"Now, I could be way off base," he says softly, "and if I am feel free to tell me and I swear I'll never bring it up again... but sometimes I feel like you and me, we..." He takes a breath, "What are we? Friends? I mean, Donnie's your best friend, but you spend all your time with me, and... um..." He trails off.

"Is that what you want...? Friends...?" You ask, hesitantly. You're talking about it. Everything the two of you have both very purposely avoided talking about. The time, the touches. You're talking about it, making whatever the hell this is real. Which means the next words out of his mouth could either build or break you.

"Honestly, at the risk of possibly ruining the best thing that's ever happened to me... No."

"Honestly," you say, breathless, your heart doing backflips, "me either."

"So... If not friends, then... what do you want?" He asks, holding your gaze.

He watches every one of your reactions closely. Any sign of unease or discomfort and he's going to bail. But there aren't any. He's pulled to you, and he closes what little distance there is, a blush blooms across your cheeks and chest.

"Honestly..." You whisper, "you."

He inhales sharply, and looks down at you in awe for a moment, heart pounding behind his armored chest. Exhaling, he cups your face with his other hand, brushing his thumb over your jaw before sliding it back slightly and tilting your head up to him.

"You sure that this... that I'm... what you want...?" He's vibrating. Everything in him is screaming out to take you. Claim you. You're right here. You're giving yourself to him. Anyone else would have just kissed you by now. But he isn't anyone else, and this isn't exactly a normal situation. He has to be sure.

His soft caress is sending sensations rippling down your arm, and you can barely breathe for the ache in your chest. The night they met, Mikey had been injured. Badly. So badly, that they had to drop in at April and Casey's even knowing there was a stranger there.

He stood in the corner and watched you like a hawk. You were new, and new was dangerous. He watched you jump in to help Donnie with whatever he needed, eyes clear and calculating.

In the moment, you were too focused on making sure D had what he needed to save his brother's life, but the memory set your skin on fire.

"Pretty much since the beginning." You whisper, nodding.

He wastes no more time. You've wanted this as long as he has and that thought sends a surge of heat through his bloodstream. He releases your hand and slides his around your waist, pressing his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap, and as flush against him as he can. He's been dreaming of this since the moment you met.

It feels right. Natural. Like you should have been doing this all along, but the moment the hand against your cheek slides into your hair, gripping it gently, and you can feel the rumble in his chest within your own, any whispers of regret are forgotten.

All too soon, he pulls back, both of you needing a moment to catch your breath.

His forehead pressed to yours, you look up at him curiously when he starts laughing softly.

He beams down at you, "You know, on the list of shit I though was gonna happen... ever..." You smile up at him, laughing gently as well. He looks at you with elated, if not confused, eyes, "You got any idea what you're signing up for."

"Pretty sure, yeah," you grin.

They all tried so hard to be human, but it was the hardest for Raphael. Whether it was a result of his mutation, his wildly inconsistent emotional states, or some combination of the two, he was the closest of the four of them to their primal nature.

That night, and the hulking figure in the corner, like some kind of ancient sentinel watching over his charges, was a memory you had come back to so many times you're pretty sure you could recreate it perfectly, not that you would want to.

You pull back slightly to look at him, and bring your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. You look down at his lips, brushing your thumb over his scar, you've always wondered what it felt like, "... and I think I've been handling it pretty well, so far." Your eyes meets his like the period at the end of a sentence.

Looking at you as if you were the only thing he's ever really wanted, he presses his lips to yours far less tentatively this time, growling into the kiss.

You rest your hand on the back of his head as he kisses down the curve of your throat, nuzzling against it and leaving traces of himself on you. You don't miss the significance of being marked as His and something warm and grateful fills your chest.

He works his way back to your mouth, kissing you deeply before pulling back. He looks down at you, still in almost disbelief.

"I want to see you..." He says, breathless, running a finger just under the hem of your tank top. He looks down before meeting your eyes once again, and you would shudder if you weren't pinned down by his gaze.

You smile, pulling your shirt over your head, letting it fall to the ground. You had no idea what you thought his reaction would be to finding out everything, but this was way better than you could have hoped. Gooseflesh scatters across your skin, though you're not sure if it's from the change in temperature, or the way his eyes laser focus on on every inch of you. They light your skin on fire, but he doesn't move.

"You're allowed to touch me, Raphael..." you whisper. His eyes shoot up to yours, "I want you to." He inhales sharply, fingers already tingling, he hesitates for just a moment before a calloused hand brushes tentatively over an already hardened nub, making you shiver.

His hand covers your breast and he squeezes gently, the sigh that ghosts from your lips emboldening him.

When he dips his head and captures the other in his mouth, circling with his tongue, the whimper that escapes you as your eyes fall closed is nearly his undoing.

One of your hands rests on the back of his neck, while the other guides his hand lower. As he caresses your waist, his mouth moves to your other breast, giving it the same treatment and leaving your pulse racing.

You can feel the dampness between your legs, and from the way his churr has deepened, it's evident he can smell your arousal. His fingers play at the waistband of your shorts, but no further.

"This doesn't have to go any farther than your comfortable with," you reassure him.

"It's not that, it's just..." His cheeks darken, "I'm not... um..."

"Human?" You venture, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah..." He says before laughing softly, still not entirely able to process that this is happening, "But, I guess... that's not really a problem for you, is it?"

"Nope," you say, offering him a wicked smile which leaves him swallowing hard.

You smirk and reach up to tug at his paldron. "Feeling a little one-sided here, Red," you say looking over all the clothing and equipment he still has on.

He exhales, a permanent smile of disbelief resting in the corner of his mouth. Him. You want him. You climb off of him, laying back on the bed, and he stands. He sheds his gear and clothing as you look on hungrily, reclined on the bed like a God damn empress. His tail twitches. You aren't just letting him have you, you want him right back, and that is doing amazing things for his ego.

As he's removing the last of his clothing, he glances down at your shorts before meeting your gaze with a brow raised in expectation.

You narrow your eyes and smirk, pushing yourself up and standing beside the bed, before pushing your shorts from your hips and letting them slide to the floor. Now it's your turn to look at him expectantly as he tosses his red mask on top of his gear and takes the few steps towards you.

He looks down at you as if you're the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, and if you ask him, you are. With fabric no longer impeding, he is glutting himself on your scent and his head is swimming as it takes everything in him not to drop right there.

Your eyes roam over his body greedily, drinking him in, something you previously could only ever do in secret, and he shivers. You can't help it, you reach up a hand and hesitate for only a moment before placing it on his chest, following the labyrinthine whorls and channels in his plastron. He's cool and hard under your fingertips, and rough in many places where the keratin has been damaged.

"You know what kills me?" You ask softly, fingers tracing a particularly deep scar, "You have absolutely no idea how beautiful you are," you step forward, pressing your lips to the deep groove. You're rewarded with a sharp inhale and the rumble in his chest against your bare skin.

His hand slides around your waist and he pulls you into him as you kiss upward along the length of the scar. Your softness caresses him, and warmth pours through his shell, filling all the parts of him starved for sunlight. A deep hum reverberates inside of him when you reach the divot in the top of his pectoral scute, and kiss the scarred skin just above.

You look up at him, whispering, "Will you let me show you?"

He looks down at you, and he looks terrified. But he nods. He trusts you.

You take his hand and walk to the end of the bed. You close the door to your room, the light flashing in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

"Sit," you say with a gentle squeeze of his hand, leading him to the side of the bed facing the mirror. He does as he's told, and you climb into his lap, also facing the mirror.

You take his large hands in yours and guide him, showing him how you like to be touched. He watches your reactions to every movement closely, and it isn't long before he's confident enough to explore on his own. His fingers trail lightly down your side, following the line of your hip slowly inward. He stills, waiting to see if you're going to stop him from moving forward.

You don't.

He holds your gaze, watching your features change as his fingers slip into your folds. You gasp as he teases you slowly, and it isn't long before you're near trembling.

You're eyes fall closed, and your mouth falls open as one finger finally pushes into your soaked center. You lean back against him, whimpering as his finger curls, brushing against the soft part inside of you, before pulling out and pushing back in. He repeats the action, slowly, and again, slowly. He feels you clench around him, writhing impatiently, and looks up at the mirror.

Flush and trembling in his arms, one hand nearly covers your abdomen, the contrast of your smooth skin and his pebbled scales looking almost intentional, color and texture complimenting each other perfectly. The other continues disappearing inside of you and drawing from you the most exquisitely frustrated sounds. And it's him. He's doing all of it. His oversized, inhuman hands are creating this moment.

There is no other word for it than "beautiful..."

Your lust blown eyes open to meet his as you whimper and twist in his lap. "f-fuck..." he shudders as he drops, gripping you tighter.

The corner of your mouth turns up slightly as you meet his reflection's eyes. Trembling, he angles himself to rub against your sex, coating himself in your slick, pulling a small sound from your throat. You're already so wet and ready, and when you tilt your hips and capture his spade-tipped head, you are very grateful for that.

The burn as you stretch around him is glorious. He's bigger than you were expecting (and you were expecting), and a deep moan is pulled from you as you sink down on him slowly, your eyes falling closed.

You still once he's buried to the hilt, both of you needing a moment to adjust. When you open your eyes, his are still closed. His arms hold you tightly around the waist, and measured, trembling breaths ghost over your shoulder.

He needs a minute. This is new for him and the worst thing he can imagine right now is for this to be over before it starts. You are so soft and warm and tight, and he can feel your heartbeat pulsing in the walls around him, and if he doesn't get some kind of control, he's going to bust right here.

After a few moments, he opens his eyes, meeting yours in the mirror. His fingers find your clit again, and he strokes it slowly, groaning, his head falling back, when you clench around him.

In an involuntary search for friction, your hips rock against his and he gasps, his other hand tightening around your waist, and he's never been more grateful for years of training in meditation.

He breathes heavily for a few moments, and once he feels like he has his bearings, he holds your gaze and tightens his grip on your hips, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back in. You can feel his churr inside you and you shudder as he sheathes himself again, feeling the vibrations of his desire scatter outward from your center, leaving your fingers and toes tingling.

You move together in a slow rhythm, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He's going to remember every single second of this for the rest of his life. Whatever happens next, this is his. This moment. This feeling. He's wanted a lot of things in his life - peace, acceptance, love -, and for this one shining moment, he has all of them. For this once shining moment, he has you.

This beautiful, brilliant goddess of light and mercy is with him, wants him. You are watching him in the mirror as if he is something sacred. Divine. This broken deformation of something that isn't even a man, held in reverence, and he is filled with something indescribable.

His head falls to your shoulder with a deep moan, as a fire ignites inside of him. Not the one he's used to, there is no burning rage. No barely contained fury. This is not the fire of battle, but the fire of a forge.

Red hot iron burns in his veins as years of doubt and insecurity are boiled away. They didn't matter anymore. Every weird, unacceptable mutated turtle thing he had to deal with. Every scream of horror at his terrible visage. Your light. Your heat, is burning it away. Allowing him to make something new. He leans back, lifting you and bucking up into your harder as that heat fills him, and with every thrust, something in him is reshaping itself.

You could see it in his eyes. That fire of creation. And if you thought he was beautiful before... He holds your gaze with open purpose, unsure but ready for anything, pouring that fire into you. The catalyst of his recreation. And for the first time in his life, he feels like maybe he deserves something good.

And, Gods, you felt SO good.

He's transfixed, his hand reaching around to find your clit again, moaning as his mouth descends to your neck and shoulders. Needing to pull more of those exquisite sounds from you. Every one of them ringing through him like a struck anvil.

A smirk turns his lip as he stands, growling, and you brace against the door as he shows no signs of slowing. His large hand comes to cover yours on the door, wrapping around it. Eyes no longer fixed to the mirror, gaze downward, watching the way you stretch around him as he disappears into you, he can feel his release building as your body flexes around him.

The fire roars under your skin as his speed and strength increases, capturing every sight, sound, and scent, and tossing them back into the flames.

You're beyond language at this point, grunting and whimpering with every thrust. You can feel him in every part of you, until there is nothing left in the world but him and the burn of him filling you completely.

You can feel the pressure building as he growls low and sparks shoot up your spine, his hot breath crashing over your shoulders in waves as he is lost to you. He wraps his arm around you, leaning back and pulling you flush against him as his eyes fall shut.

You are consumed by the flames, arching against him with a cry as white fire streaks through you, the pressure breaks, and you are undone. Raphael follows with a roar, gripping you tightly as he buries himself in you. A second wave crashes over you when you feel him spill himself inside of you, your body milking him dry.

Trembling and breathing hard, you sit back and hold each other as you come down together. You meet his eyes in the mirror, and he's looking at you in reverence and gratitude, like you're his own personal miracle.

Because you are.

He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your shoulder and breathes deep, pulling your scent into his lungs as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Glancing up, he watches himself drip out of you, staining the rug below. You are flush and exhausted, but smiling as your heart rate and breathing slow.

After taking a few moments to clean up. You crawl back into bed together. He slips his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You smile up at him, happy, truly, actually happy, for the first time in... ever? That can't be right. It feels right. All you know is you've never been happy like this.

It won't last. It can't. He's too special. And now he knows he has options. "Just think, when you get bored with me, there's a whole community of people that will also find you hot." you chuckle softly. It was only a matter of time, right? You were nothing special.

His smile disappears.

How could you think...

"Y/N, I don't want anybody else." He says softly, sure.

"Raph, you haven't met anybody else." You counter.

"Fuck anybody else. Everybody else. I got it in one, and I ain't about to question that." He presses his forehead to yours.

You smile at him in patient, loving, disbelief. "Okay, Red."

He raises his head to look at you. "Want me to prove it? Fine. Give me a few years, I'll have you convinced."

This gets him a laugh. "Years?" you really like the sound of that.

You grin up at him. You really, really like the sound of that. But moments later, you cringe hard and start giggling, a clear sign that your brain has interrupted with something ridiculous. "Okay okay okay, I'm gonna say it. I have to say it... I've created a monster."

"If I'm lucky," he says. You look into his eyes as he smiles down at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. "You better be prepared for me not to be able to keep my hands off you," he says with a smirk.

"Y/N..." He groans and covers his face with a pillow while you cackle.

"No wait, see? Now you can't hate that word anymore because it will remind you of sex!" You chirp delightedly.

"You can't possibly be fucking serious right now..." He says, muffled by the pillow.

The next several minutes are spent with you vehemently defending your joke, while, delightfully annoyed, he quietly admits to himself that being a Monster might not be all that bad.

...

Happy Pride Month, my Monster. I love you. ♥️

...

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[dynamightsfave]

bakugo katsuki—interviews

bakugo katsuki fucking hates interviews. in every shape and form. public conferences? "i did my fucking job. the building crashed down because the base sucked ass. that's not my fucking fault" one on one interviews? "why the fuck do they have so many damn questions about my methods? let them try and do what i do!" talk shows? "if you're not gonna ask me about my job, i don't know what the hell i’m doing here, my personal life is my goddamn business. also, if i wanted comedy i’d go to the fucking circus, at least the clowns wear their actual uniform instead of shitty suits"

safe to say, dynamight is every interviewer's nightmare. he's a wonderful and attentive person off camera (he’s still an asshole, but a nicer one), but when you start asking him questions and place a camera on his face, the brass defensiveness, one of the things that lingers from his stubborn teenage years, shines through. that and that mouth that curses more than a sailor in their golden years ever has. there's offers to take him of course, being in the top ten heroes ranking of not only japan, but the whole world. he's mostly partnered up in these interviews, so there's someone to lead the talking and answer for him when he doesn't want to give into "the stupidest fucking question he's had the misfortune to hear". 

red riot and shoto are the ones that are usually designated as his babysitters, but other old classmates have appeared onscreen with him as well. even deku, now a teacher, has made special features. but there's never much demand for an individual interview with pro hero dynamight, and if there ever is, bakugo usually rejects them without looking much into it.

which is why, his secretary was very confused when the mention of a last attempt at a talk show made his boss perk up rather than frown instantly. his lip didn’t instantly curl with a groan and his red irises didn’t meet the back of his skull. instead, he curiously eyed the schedule placed in front of him, and gave a curt nod in thanks when he was done. ryu developed a sense of uneasiness that took over his system. surely that was a sign of the end of the world. but he couldn’t really say anything, pinky and chargebolt recommended the interviewer and swore it would go well. maybe they were right? they needed it too, dynamight hadn't appeared on many public events lately. so there's that, now he just had to pray bakugo didn’t fuck it up.

and that brings us to right now, with dynamight taking a seat in front of you and the public’s applause dimming. the tension that fills the air lingers in the audience, and for once, bakugo and his interviewer seem to be completely at ease. ryu can’t help to think to himself that this is yet another sign that the world is about to end, and he wonders if he should call up his family to say a final goodbye. for now, maybe it’s better he focuses on what’s in front of him.

"great explosion murder god dynamight!" you smile at him, as if he was a friend you’re glad to see again, "so glad you could make it!"

you have that magnetism that makes every guest comfortable around you, familiarity being the base of your show. it’s a big part of why it became so popular, the charming host that interacts with their audience and speaks their mind in such an easy way.

katsuki smirks, chest a bit puffed and fingers drumming the armrest.

"sort of didn’t have a goddamn choice, did i?" while his response only makes the people watching tense more, you only chuckle, nodding as if you understood like nobody else.

"we’re our managers’ puppets aren’t we? either way, wonderful to have you," and goddammit, you never sound insincere, "these days it’s hard to have a minute of great explosion murder god dynamight"

"you know what they say, villains don’t rest. and if they don’t rest that just means us heroes have to work twice as hard as them" did he just answer without cursing? oh the world definitely ends today.

bakugo maintains eye contact with you while he lounges on his seat like he owns the place. he’s made hundreds of interviewers and others shrink with that attitude of his, but from the looks of it, you’re not only not one bit bothered by it, but you almost encourage it. your arms flex as you lean in towards him, agreeing with him.

"all right, since i don’t want to waste much of that precious time of yours..." eyes twinkling, you could even say teasing—dare i say flirty—, you tap a small melody onto your notebook with your pen, "let’s dive right in to the questions! promise this won’t be long. first off, i want to solve a doubt i’ve had for some time now"

he arches a brow, accepting the challenge. there’s the same amusement in his eyes that yours have, it sends chills across the room. it’s so weird to see the bakugo katsuki being not mean to someone that isn’t a little kid or a polite fan.

"i’ve said it a couple times now, and i have to admit it’s a bit of a mouthful. “great explosion murder god dynamight”. why that name? how on earth did you come up with it?"

it’s funny. you say it as if it isn’t a mouthful. quite the opposite, it rolls off your tongue like quick, flowing as if it’s escaped a million times, a prayer you know by heart. bakugo rolls his eyes, similar comments follow him practically every day everywhere he goes since he made the name up. he’s built up skin to them, not that they ever bothered him, he’s pretty proud of his hero name. some might say too proud.

"it’s a reflection of everything i am," he winces after a second, "maybe not the murder part."

"i do hear die is one of your favorite words tho"

"yeah well, it’s good to let the emotions out or whatever the hell. i try not to say it as much anymore, people say it’s rude or some shit," his hand makes a fast motion, as if to sweat it off, he really doesn’t give a damn, "anyway, the name’s like that because it had to embody how fucking awesome i am"

"ah, that makes sense," you nod along, not bothered by the curses, "a loud and bright name like your explosions. it does suit you"

at the compliment, the smirk returns to his lips, a small huff with it. he shuffles around to sit higher, now getting an idea of how this interview is going to go. katsuki finds that he doesn’t really mind it, at least the questions are off to a good start. and the host... well let’s just say he likes this one.

"i know, i picked it myself," he states, and you can’t help but laugh at how sure of himself he is. reminds you of a 6-year-old, not a single ounce of doubt in his body about how cool they are.

"would you say it was inspired by something else? maybe a hero you look up to?"

"nah, ‘t was all me," liar.

"i see. a unique name to say the least. but on the topic, is there any hero that you look up to? someone you aspire to be like. other than, i'm sure, best jeanist"

"obviously," he repeats, "but i mean; every kid and their goddamn mother has dreamt of becoming all might, he was n.1 longer than anyone. i’m sort of a basic bitch that way. when i was little i wanted to be like him, so i followed that dream until i made it real. and now i push myself to be as great as he was and more. plus ultra and all that bullshitr"

"wow. sounds like hard work," he grunts in agreement, and you purse your lips, "we all agree all might is a one of the greatest symbols we have, must have been incredible to be able to study under him. you mentioned the school’s motto. can you tell us about that? the ua days?"

katsuki smiles, his eyes drifting away to his hands. you can’t help but think he looks rather handsome, reminiscing his high school.

"in one word: it was fucking insane. he brought a lot of insight about what to expect in the actual field, and how to treat with bystanders—the little motherfuckers—, and he was always pushing us to do our best. he’s the sort of person you just know cares about what he’s doing," he explains, "our homeroom teacher, mr. aizawa was also very much like that, even though he didn’t look it. ua students are lucky when it comes to teachers. but they’re all ungrateful snotty brats"

it’s the first time bakugo katsuki has ever said something nice in public, even if it has some mean side dishes (wouldn’t be something bakugo katsuki said otherwise). at this point, it’s just you two in the room. no lights, no cameras, no audience, not even the questions you’ve jotted down in your notebook. only a conversation between two people. katsuki wonders if it’s a you effect, and he figures it must be, because he’s never as comfortable as he is talking to you. it comes so easy.

you smile, and it takes everything in you to not reach and put your hand on his arm at his words, the reminder of all the people watching in the room and through the cameras a dying reminder in the back of your mind. you like having him here, and you frankly don’t understand why other hosts dread his visits.

"sounds like a wonderful experience. i’ve talked to others from your course and they all speak of it with so much fondness, just like you. even with the hardships you had to endure," you clear your throat, voice dropping to barely a mutter. even the mic strapped to your blouse has trouble picking it up, "but i’m sure you don’t like thinking of them, i know i don’t. so, i know you’ve said all might and eraserhead are big inspirations, but do you have any other people you admire?"

you know you’re pushing your luck. your tone is far too friendly to be considered professional now and he’s not one to be heartfelt on camera. but if you could just get him to confirm what cellophane and shoto said last week... what you just know is the truth, but dynamight is a bit too proud to admit. you can see it in the way he looks away and puffs his cheeks to blow air.

"i mean, obviously, i’m incredibly grateful to best jeanist and edgeshot, they fucking saved my life," his cheeks grow the slightest bit of pink under your intense gaze. he almost chuckles as you nod entranced and edge just a tiny bit closer awaiting for the true answer. he guesses he might as well indulge, so, with a much lower tone, he continues, "and ya know, in class there were others that were pretty good too. not as incredible as i am, but close enough. if i had to pick any, maybe shitty hair and the dumbass deku. i guess"

screw the lights. your smile is blinding. it shines so much bakugo suddenly doesn’t feel like the answer was practically yanked from his throat. this is too much for his rearranged heart.

"that’s funny, they speak pretty highly of you too," you giggle. your eyes clash, and the small smile that forms on his face is instinct, he can’t control it. one, two, three.

"of course they fucking do. they better, else i’ll crush their bodies," he huffs, snapping back to his position before he was gobsmacked by you.

"all right, i’ve just got a couple more questions before we let you go," you get back on track too, despite the heat on the back of your neck, "uhm... oh yeah! well i guess you’ve answered this already, but just in case. you said red riot and deku were people you admired as heroes, i take it they are also the easiest to partner up with? i know pro hero deku is out of commission at the moment, but back when you still worked together"

dynamight actually thinks about this one. he furrows his brows, and his weight shifts on the sofa. he hums as his hand strokes his chin.

"well, it depends on the job. generally, i do like to partner up with them, we understand each other very well, as do everyone form our class. the time we spent training with each other pays off. so yeah, they’re easy to work with. but also, the half ‘n half bastard is quick to respond to what i do, and ponytail is a great strategist when it comes to infiltration or a mission that takes planning. the damn rabbit gets on my nerves a lot, but we make a good team. she should start thinking about retiring though, before she starts dragging me down"

"it’s lovely to hear the heroes of japan are so tight and coordinated. i must say, hearing you praise them is refreshing," your lip gets caught in your teeth in an attempt to stop the growing smirk, but your eyes betray you.

"oi, don’t misinterpret what i’m fucking sayin’. they’re all still pains in my ass, each worse than the last one"

"uh huh... okay, last question. if you weren’t a hero, what would you be?" that takes him aback.

"fuck you mean? i was always gonna be a damn hero. i don’t know. maybe one of those people that handle bombs in the army or some shit like that," he shrugs, but then a beat passes, "a firefighter"

"final answer?" you arch a brow. he grunts an affirmation, "o-kay! well, it’s been a pleasure to have you here, i hope we did not waste much of your time, but you’re free to go now. i appreciate that you didn’t shout"

he chuckles, following your steps as you get up and circle your table to get to him and say goodbye. the audience is clapping for you two, ryu is releasing the breath he’d been holding all throughout the interview, and the camera people are preparing to shut off. you reach him, and just like his smile before, his next actions are pure instinct. even more, they’re almost a routine.

his hand reaches for your waist, and he effortlessly pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. now, in this routine, it’s not common that you tense up. usually, you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his chest. you look up to him, eyes wide, and it takes one millisecond for him to realize what he’s done. he curses under his breath, and you laugh.

"welp, there’s that. no more hiding this," the stunned public is so silent they hear your whispers, "see you at home?"

katsuki gives you that low laugh you love, squishes your waist, and nods.

"yeah, see you at home"

ryu dials his family to say his goodbyes as his boss steps off the stage and the audience recovers from the shock. he prays the call gets through before the world suddenly explodes.

luckily, the world doesn’t combust, and he lives to see the heart magazines with your image on their covers and headlines screaming about japan’s favorite talk show’s host and potty mouth’s newly discovered relationship.

[strongheartneteyam]

Everyone wants him, that was my crime.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!omatikaya!reader

cw: mostly angst, TRIGGER WARNING for Reader being bullied bad by some Omatikaya girls, the perks of dating a popular boy (irony alert), hurt/comfort, neteyam reassuring Reader, some fluff, a stab in the heart disguised as a fic basically

So, this is just an angsty Neteyam fic inspired by “Slut!” by Taylor to make you guys suffer with me, I guess.

na'vi words: tweng (loincloth), nantang (viperwolf), tanhì (star - term of endearment)

Not proofread.

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Love thorns all over this rose

I'll pay the price, you won't

But if I'm all dressed up they might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know, it might be worth it for once

“Slut!” (Taylor Swift)

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You were dressed in your best tweng, one you had spent a long time making, wearing your best beaded long necklace to cover your breasts and even wearing some flowers to decorate your black, silky hair.

But none of that mattered. They laughed at you. The girls you thought were pretty and just so skilled and… popular. Something that you were never able to be, it didn't matter how hard you tried when you were a teenager. You were now a 22 year old girl, so, being popular did not matter to you anymore but it did not mean that having only one friend and having those girls look funny at you stopped hurting. The harassment did not stop there, it also included pushing you, putting their feet in front of you so you could trip and then pretending they hadn't done anything, saying something smelled bad whenever you were close to them and laughing inside their little group, making you smell your arms and your hair to try and see if you were the one who was smelly, just for the sadistic pleasure of messing with your head. You were a strong girl but stuff like that would bring down even the bravest na'vi female warrior.

“She thinks she's from the Tawkami clan, all dressed with flowers like this.” The girls would mock and laugh as you passed by

Your sad big amber eyes focused on the ground as shame and self doubt covered your body and beat you up from the inside.

Yes, you did love wearing flowers, sometimes wearing them in many different places in your body, on your hair and on necklaces over your breasts, but you never thought it was a bad thing until they pointed it out. It got to a point where you just couldn't take that many comments about your flowers anymore, the ones you used to pick up in the forest with a chest filled with joy. It used to be an incredibly wholesome, spiritual activity for you, but at those following days, you only felt rage and pain when you looked at your flowers. Poor them. It wasn't their fault. They were as pretty as ever. But you decided to tone it down and now you only wore a flower crown most days.

It was hard to relax. You could almost never be at ease when you were walking around the tribe, trying to focus on doing your chores as an Omatikaya, because you never knew when some girl would make a mean comment or just laugh at you, leaving you wondering if you looked weird or walked funny.

You tried to convince yourself that it was worth it, that you would get through it to be with the boy you loved, the one you were promised to and was soon to go through a mateship ritual with in front of the whole clan to bond you two together forevermore.

But it was insanely hard and sometimes it felt like you couldn't breathe.

Being Neteyam Suli's, the Omatikaya tribe heartthrob, mate to be was challenging to say the least. And yes, you knew that you were being bullied because he had chosen you. When it all started, you tried to convince yourself it was all in your head, that there must be another more rational reason for you to be bullied by those girls, that they couldn't be doing all this out of jealousy. It seemed too stupid, childish and… cruel, honestly. But even Neteyam pointed it out to you.

“Don't be sad because of those girls, tanhì. They are mad because you're mine and they wish they were in your place. But I chose you because I saw something in you that I didn't see in any of them. You're always honest, you have a childlike light in your eyes and a pure soul. They got nothing on you and that's why they treat you badly.”

He had told you those words one day when you were crying about being excluded from the girls’ friendship groups in the tribe. Neteyam's words reassured you of his love and made you feel better but the wounds still hurt.

Sometimes, the worst part of you told you to give up on him, that it was too difficult to bear, all those nantang like girls scorching you with their mean eyes every time they saw you walking around holding hands with Neteyam. But after a while, when you could think more rationally, you would think about how it would be unfair to him to do that. So what if those petty girls made you suffer? Making Neteyam suffer because you couldn't be brave enough to deal with that hardship would hurt you way more. Neteyam was worth it, he treated you like a princess, like you were the most beautiful, the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. You'd be damned if you threw a love like that away because of other people's envy.

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@criticallybella

@yeosxxx

[shadowdaddies]

Pas de Deux

Azriel x Reader

Summary: As the principal ballerina at Starlight Ballet Theatre, you never expected to enter into a romantic relationship with the Spymaster of the Night Court, or how it would change your life.

Word Count: 2.6k

Based on this ask. 🩶

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of blood

You hissed at the pain of peeling off your pointe shoes, feet bloodied and aching from tonight’s performance. The holiday season leading up to Solstice was always a popular time for the people of Velaris to visit the ballet. As principal dancer of the Starlight Ballet Theatre, you’d been dancing two shows a day during this season, your aching muscles protesting your every step as you bid everyone a good night.

Shoving through the back door, you stumbled into the snowy street. The icy cold against your sore feet sent a jolt of pain through your body, and you stumbled, slipping along the icy cobblestone street. Your feet flew in the air, your back headed for the pavement when strong, warm arms caught you.

You huffed a nervous breath, trying to register what had just happened when you looked up to see the most beautiful male you had ever seen. Hazel eyes focused on you in concern, onyx waves of hair falling in the winged male’s face as he held you.

You blushed under his intense gaze, interrupting the trance the both of you seemed to be in in that moment. Clearing his throat, the male returned your blush as he set you back on your feet.

“Thank you, for that,” you laughed nervously, glancing up through your lashes at the intimidating male before you, his kind eyes at contrast with his guarded demeanor, the dark shadows that seemed to follow him. With a startling realization, you recognized him as the Spymaster of the Night Court.

He cracked a small smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “My name is Azriel. You were wonderful tonight,” he admitted, the blush deepening on his cheeks as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“You watched the show?” you asked, surprised that the famed shadowsinger would visit the ballet.

A small laugh left his lips, a sound more beautiful than any music you had danced to in your life. “I did. I quite enjoy the symphony and the ballet as well.” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words, the thought of commanding Azriel’s attention like this. The thought was apparently too distracting, a gasp escaping you as your feet slipped on the ice once more. Azriel’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you up as you regained your footing. Only this time, he didn’t let go. 

You allowed Azriel to walk you home, falling into easy conversation as you found his company to be that of a soft breeze, calm and refreshing. 

Months passed as you got to know Azriel better, growing more attached and drawn to his presence every day. You enjoyed the excitement and stories he brought from his role as Spymaster, and he enjoyed your calm, relaxed personality, which always brought him peace after a trying day. You looked forward to seeing his face in the crowd at your shows, those hazel eyes keeping you grounded and secure.

Today was the weekend matinee for the Spring show, and you inhaled a shaky breath - your nerves growing as the time until curtain call shrank. Peering around the curtain, you looked to Azriel’s regular seat towards the front in search of his comforting presence, but your eyes locked with a different pair that made your heartbeat stutter.

The violet eyes of High Lord of the Night Court met yours, Rhysand lounged comfortably in his seat next to a tense looking Azriel. Your High Lord gave you a small, encouraging nod that soothed your nerves slightly. With a curtsy, you hid back behind the curtains, wondering what this could mean. 

Azriel was yet to introduce you to his family, and now was one Hel of a time to do so. The orchestra struck up their tune, drawing you from your spiraling thoughts as they signaled the beginning of the show. 

As the show came to a close, you mentally thanked the Mother that you miraculously made it through the performance without a mistake. What was Azriel thinking, bringing Rhysand here without a warning?

Gritting your teeth as you bandaged your hurting feet, you shrugged on pants and scowled as you stormed out the side door with a huff. Two faces greeted you, once with an amused smile and glittering violet eyes, the other grinding his jaw as Azriel glanced between you and Rhysand, anger and shame written on his face.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Rhysand purred, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he watched you with a feline grin. “Azriel said that we are going for dinner now?”

A low growl sounded in Azriel’s throat, the spymaster practically shaking in anger, fists clenched at his sides. “I said that we,” he paused, gesturing between you and himself, “were going to dinner, Rhys.”

Rhys seemed completely unbothered by Azriel’s ire, shrugging as he picked a piece of lint from his jacket. “Well, Azriel, as you know, I have important matters to discuss with your lovely lady here.”

Your eyes widened in shock, swallowing as you turned to Azriel. He simply sighed in defeat, sending you an apologetic look. “I am sorry that I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you earlier. Rhys has something to ask of you. But you can say no.” Azriel ground out the last words with a near-threatening tone, looking at Rhys as he spoke them.

Again, Rhys maintained his casual composure as he led you into a small restaurant. The space might have felt cozy, with its small interior and green and gold decoration, but as you looked around to find yourselves the only ones inside, worry twisted in your stomach.

Rhys looked over your shoulder, flashing an impossibly charming smile at the female behind you. “Hello, Sevenda. Thank you again for allowing us to dine here this evening.” 

The woman blushed slightly, nodding as she sang her praises to the High Lord, how grateful she was for the honor to serve him. Plates of food were brought out for all of you, the inviting smell at odds with the unease in your stomach.

Azriel’s hand reached for yours under the table, giving a reassuring squeeze before his focus turned to Rhysand. “Alright Rhys, get on with it. Tell her what you want from her, and we’ll be on our way.”

Rhys breathed out a low chuckle, his posture as casual as ever while he scooped generous helpings of food onto his plate, and yours. He leaned back in his seat, swirling a goblet of wine in his hand, studying you for a brief moment.

“The Night Court would like your assistance with an upcoming meeting of the High Lords,” he drawled, carefully watching your reaction. You were frozen in your chair, mind reeling with the possibilities of what place you would have in a High Lords’ meeting.

Rhys continued, setting down his drink as his tone shifted to one more serious. “I will leave it to Azriel’s discretion to fill you in on any details that I decide to leave out of my proposition, but I would like to use your extraordinary talent. You are, arguably, the most talented dancer in Prythian, and I need someone to provide a... distraction, at a gathering soon in the Day Court.”

You nodded, willing your heart to calm as you tried to focus on Rhysand’s words. “A distraction?” you repeated.

The High Lord nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set it down, swirling his finger along the edge of the glass as he continued. “If you would agree to be the evening’s entertainment for a night, I believe that your talent would captivate our guests while we attend to... other responsibilities.” 

That didn’t sound terrible. It would be considered an honor by many to be able to perform for all the High Lords and Ladies, but the unusual request still made you uncertain. 

You swirled your own wine glass by the stem, making a show of contemplating his proposal. “And why me? Surely, there are many other possible entertainers, or forms of distraction,” you mused.

Rhys gave you a conspiratorial smirk, eyes shining with approval at your questioning. Leaning back in his seat, the male crossed his arms as he nodded to the Spymaster next to you. “Simple. Azriel trusts you. I have seen your skill, how captivating you can be, and that appeals to the person we need to distract. You are the best option for us to accomplish our goal without rousing suspicion. And you are one of very few whom my spymaster trusts.”

Azriel’s shadows swirled protectively around you, the tension visible in his shoulders as the male merely nodded. Turning to you, Azriel held your hand tightly in his. “Please do not feel pressured at all. You do not need to do anything that you do not want to.”

Azriel’s words and the tenderness with which he spoke them were all you needed to hear. Turning to Rhys, you gave a firm nod. “I’m in.”

Two days later, you found yourself in a private room at the Day Court Palace, slipping on your shoes as Azriel paced anxiously by the door. 

“Beron will be seated front and center during your performance. The Autumn Court has an affinity for dance, so he should be especially interested in you.” Azriel practically growled those last words, his temper rising at the mere mention of the High Lord of Autumn. 

Hazel eyes turned towards you, long legs striding towards where you sat on the floor. Azriel crouched down, a scarred hand brushing the side of your cheek, his soft touch at odds with the visible tension he carried. “You just need to distract Beron long enough for Eris to leave the room unnoticed so that he can meet Cassian for the exchange.”

You nodded, giving Azriel an encouraging smile as he helped you to your feet. “I will never let anyone harm you,” he swore, his voice sharp enough that he might as well have carved the promise in stone. 

You leaned up, kissing him softly as you swore, “I’ll be fine.” A knock sounded on the door, interrupting the moment as Rhysand and Feyre passed through the threshold. 

“Are you ready?” Rhys asked, the pure authority in his tone as he addressed you so different from how he’d been the night you met. Smoothing your skirts, you gestured for him to lead the way.

The setup was simple, but the semicircle of chairs in which the High Lords and Ladies were seated so close to you had your heart pumping. Taking your spot on the dance floor in front of them, you gave Beron a shy, alluring smile as you curtsied.

The orchestra began to play, and your body moved effortlessly to the music. Soft wisps of air twirled with you, giving you comfort that Azriel was close by and watching. Your flowing layers of skirts twirled through the air, flaring out like blooming flower petals as you glowed underneath the faelights. 

The entire room was enraptured by your grace, the siren call of your dance. The musical crescendo built, and with it so did your movements, tears building in the eyes of many in the room as you embodied the emotions of the music through movement. 

You had not even noticed Eris’s departure, a realization that brought a slight smile to your face as the plan seemed to be working. Then the violinist struck a wrong chord, the musicians suddenly in disarray as the melody was lost to the wind. 

You continued to push through, dancing in the silence, but as the audience turned to see what was amiss in the orchestra, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Before you could blink, fire encased your ankles, your wrists, your neck, restraining you in place on the floor.

Beron appeared in front of you, a curious look on his face, as the fire grew hotter around your neck. “Would you happen to know where my son is, Little Diversion?” 

Tears stung your eyes at the burn only for a moment before a blast of blue light knocked Beron halfway across the room. 

“Do not touch my mate,” Azriel growled, siphons glowing as he stalked towards the High Lord. You hardly had time to register Az’s words before an Autumn Court guard stepped out from the side, drawing his sword as it cut through the air towards Azriel.

Finding the slit in your skirt, you drew a throwing knife, piercing directly through the center of the male’s wrist. He dropped his sword with a hiss, the male crumbling to the ground as Azriel turned. The Illyrian’s mouth was ajar as he watched you remove another knife from your thigh holster, flicking it into the throat of another approaching guard. 

Hysteria broke out, High Lords and Ladies fighting alongside their allies, Prythian’s political leaders at each others’ throats in front of your eyes. You picked up the sword from the male you’d cut down, standing back to back with Azriel as you battled off the remaining attackers.

As you tried to catch your breath, strong hands spun you around, Azriel’s eyes intense as they searched your blood-stained outfit for any signs of damage. You let the sword drop to the ground - blood splattering as it clinked against the cold floor - and wrapped your arms around Azriel as you pulled him in for a kiss. 

He held you there, arms wound tightly around you as Azriel rested his forehead against yours. “When did you learn to fight like that?” he breathed.

Laughing softly against his lips, you gave him an incredulous look. “You think I could spend my life with a Spymaster without learning how to defend myself?”

Azriel gasped at your words, drawing back as his brow narrowed in confusion. “You knew we were mates?”

You shook your head, the peacefulness you felt at odds with the chaos surrounding you. “I didn’t have to know that we were mates, to know that I am yours. Always.”

Azriel’s eyes lined with tears, your mate pulling you in for another heated kiss when the sound of a throat clearing beside you interrupted the moment. 

Rhysand stood there with Helion, the two High Lords of Day and Night exuding an intimidating amount of power before you. 

“Beron did initiate an attack during an agreed time of peace by his interruption during this meeting, so he will be dealt with accordingly,” Helion announced, granting Azriel a small, reassuring nod. 

“Cassian confirmed the missive exchange went smoothly,” Rhys paused, looking around the wreckage of the room. “Well, it went smoothly on their end.” Violet eyes flicked to you, approval and kindness clear within them. Rhys took Feyre’s hand, his other coming to lightly clap your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “good night, sister.”

You blushed, bidding Rhys and Feyre good night before turning back to Helion and Azriel. Helion took your hand in his, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his eyes sparkling. “Azriel knows where my room is, if the two of you find yourselves in need... of anything,” he purred with a wink before striding through the doors.

Azriel groaned, pulling you into his chest. Laying your head there, you allowed yourself to savor his warmth for a moment before taking his hand in yours. With a sly smile, you guided Az out the door. Gesturing to your soiled attire, you winked at Azriel. “I think I could use a bath, if you care to join me, mate.”

In a blink, Azriel had scooped you up bridal style, peppering kisses to your face while he raced to the bath. You laughed, clinging tightly to him as you looked forward to your life with the Spymaster.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal (platonic) one-shot, where he finally meets Abigails best friend (the reader) and he actually approves of her. Abigail had met her through Dr.Bloom

Hannibal X Platonic!Reader: Friend or foe?

Warnings: fluff, Hannibal being protective of Abigail, no use of y/n, female reader, not proofread.

Word count: 928

Alana had told him wonders about you. She’d told him how good you were with Abigail and how your friendship was helping the girl get through her grief. Abigail never seemed to shut up about you either. Whenever Hannibal paid her a visit she always mentioned to name drap you at some point of the conversation. Even with all the positive words Hannibal had heard about you he couldn’t help but be protective of Abigail. The last time someone had become close to Abigail the girl had ended up dead and her death had sent Abigail spiraling. He didn’t want her to have to deal with anymore death. 

There was also another issue. He knew how desperately Freddie Lounds was trying to get Abigail to tell her story. There was no way to be sure you hadn’t been sent by the journalist as a spy. He wouldn’t put it past Freddie to do something like that. That's why he insisted on meeting you himself. 

“Don’t be mean.”

Hannibal turned to look at Abigail in curiosity.

“When have I ever been mean?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t act all protective and quiet. I don’t want you to scare her off.”

Abigail nibbled at her lower lip, eyes moving to look down at her shoes.

“She’s the only one who hasn;t judged me for being…well you know.”

She didn’t have to finish her sentence Hannibal knew what she meant. Being the daughter of a killer didn’t exactly make you popular, well, at least not in ways you’d want to be popular. Hannibal reached out for Abigail, placing his hand on her shoulder supportively.

“I don’t wish to scare her. I just want to make sure you are safe and that she means well.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

In reality there was no reason for Abigail to worry. The moment Hannibal had seen you standing at the door, Dr. Bloom next to you, a big smile on your face as Abigail pulled you into a hug he knew you were a good person. Dinner only seemed to prove his thoughts. All throughout dinner you and Abigail told him and Alana about all the things the two of you got up to. You laughed as Abigail recorded the time you’d helped her sneak out the wall so that she could go to see Hannibal. And despite the need to reprimand Hannibal once again for her actions he couldn’t help but notice how you were prepared to help Abigail, no matter the consequences. 

After dinner was over you offered to help Hannibal clean up. Despite his attempts to wave off your help you insisted. You were currently with your hands soaked in water, scrubbing at the plates with complete focus. Hannibal could hear Abigails and Alanas voices coming from the dining room but he was completely focused on you. He dried the dishes as you handed them over to him. He walked around the kitchen,placing each thing in the right place.

“You have a lovely house, Dr.Lecter. And Abigail didn’t do justice to just how good your cooking was. Dinner was delicious.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. And just Hannibal is fine.”

You turned to look at him, a smile gracing your lips as you handed him another plate. 

“You’re not as scary as I expected.”

“Oh?”

“Sorry. It’s just that the way Abigail talks about you makes you seem like an overprotective dad.”

Hannibal made a mental note to talk about that with Abigail later.

“Were you expecting claws and fangs?”

You let out a laugh, the sound filling the room and breaking any sort of tension that had once been there. 

“No nothing like that. Actually i don’t really know what i was expecting but whatever it was you surprised me. In a good way I mean. You’re really cool.”

Hannibal raised his brow as your words. You didn’t notice it, far too focused on the stubborn smudge that didn’t seem to wash off no matter how hard you scrubbed. 

“Cool huh?”

“Yeah you know like, old person level cool. I guess you seem wise and cultured.”

Hannibal ignored the fact you’d just called him old, opting to focus on the complements instead.

“You surprised me too.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Hannibal went quiet for a moment, trying to put what he thought of you into words. You turned to look at him in expectation. 

“You’re bubbly”

“Bubbly?”

“I think that's the best way to put it. You’re a direct contrast to abigail. She’s always had a somber quality to her.”

He met your gaze giving you a smile.

“You bring out her briter side. It’s a good thing. You’re good for her, i think.”

“She’s a nice girl. It’s not her fault what her father did. And if she helped him or not, well who cares?”

“A lot of people.”

You let out a shrug turning your attention back to the plate in your hand.

“Well, I don't. Can’t judge someone for wanting to survive.”

Hannibal observed you for a moment, watching you in comfortable silence. They had been right about you after all. He felt bad for having doubted their words but now, seeing it for himself, he could tell you were a good person who wanted good things for Abigail. Later that night he and Abigail sat on the sofa, watching some random movie that was passing on TV.

“I like her.”

Abigail turned to look at him. He met her gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes. She’s one of the good ones.”

And he meant it.

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: super glad that you guys still enjoy this series :x i’m gonna try to do a better job at updating it 💜 much love to you all and thanks for the love and support ! <<prev

You stare at Emily’s smile as you whisper out a simple question.

“..Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

You agreed to go to lunch with her. She claims it’s been a while since you both have spent some alone time together.

It was huge. It was reddish and it looked fresh. She seemed lighter. Especially in the eyes. She looked even more happier if it were possible.

“Does it hurt to touch?” you ask and reach your hand and she swipes your hand away. Your hand is back in your lap. She was protective over it.

She hides the mark with her hair.

“Did it hurt when you got it?” you ask her.

“A bit….He did it while…We were you know…Climaxing.” she says in a whisper.

“Is that what’s supposed to happen?” you ask.

“Well, I don’t know…Old Quil says it could’ve helped relived the pain better.”

“Wow.” you breathed out.

“You think Paul will do it?” she asks before she takes a sip of her drink.

You shrug, “I don’t know..Maybe. He might.”

“You two are getting married soon. It’s basically the wolf marrying you.” she says. You nod.

“It’s like…I can hear what he’s thinking. He can hear what I’m thinking…It’s so surreal because it’s like imprinting times ten.” she says in a lovesick trance but she seemed very relaxed.

“Does it freak you out?”

“Surprisingly, no. Not at all.” she says with a light laugh.

“I’m happy for you.” you say and she beams with a smile.

Slowly, you walk in the home, closing the door. You hang up your jacket.

You were alone.

You close the door to your personal studio space. As your fingers worked the clay sculpture, your mind was focused on Emily’s mark.

It looked painful to anyone who didn’t know what was going on. Knowing how you felt around Paul and being imprinted to him, you wondered how it would feel when it’s amplified.

You were almost finished and you heard the door creak open.

His hands lift up the window.

“You need some fresh air in here.” Paul says and you pause your activities.

“Hello to you too.”

He grinned and planted a smooch on your face. You chuckled as it was sloppy on purpose.

“I’m hungry. You hungry?”

“Nah…Not really.” you answer.

“You’ve been here all day I bet.” he says.

“No..I went out to lunch with Emily earlier.” you tell him.

“Oh.”

“But, I can still make you something to eat.” you say as you rise up and go to wash your hands.

“You’ll never believe this shit.”

You bust out into a laugh as you plate his food, “What?”

“We have a female shifter.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“But…Why are people still shifting?” you ask thick in confusion.

He says a quick thank you before he digs in, “Who the fuck knows. I guess there’s still nomads out there.”

“So..This has never happened before?”

“No.” he says.

“What’s her name?”

“Leah Clearwater.”

You froze.

She was older than you. You definitely heard of her and seen her around only a handful of times since she was fairly popular. You both had never spoken. Last that you heard, she moved away after a couple years after graduating high school.

“She moved back?”

“Yeah.” he says with a sigh, “She’s a motherfucker to deal with.”

You would’ve laughed but you just couldn’t.

“What…What does she do?” you ask.

“It’s a fucking Sam marathon. I thought Sam was the bad guy as well but he can’t help who he imprints on. Even if it was her cousin.”

Things were starting to make sense.

“So….She feels Emily stole Sam from her.” you state. He confirms.

You sat in silence as you then hear how her little brother Seth, had also shifted.

Damn.

“How old is he?”

“Fifteen.”

“Poor kid”. you say quietly.

The next morning, you and Paul made your way to Emily’s.

Paul pushed open the door and sitting in a chair with her arms crossed, was short haired girl with a mean look that’s permanent on her face.

She looked over at you both. She looked a bit different since the last time you saw her, she had perfect dark long hair. It was cut now.

“What’s up, Paul.”

He nods at her greeting. She turns her head, glaring at Emily’s back. Emily turns around with a slight smile, you could tell she was a bit uncomfortable as she set food on the table.

You have a seat and the tension was so thick, a knife would’ve shredded in half from trying to slice it.

Sam strolls in with the others. They all say hello to you and Paul, a young boy comes in last as he eyes you curiously. You wave and his eyes light up with boyish charm and waves back.

“That’s Seth, Y/N.” Sam tells you.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell him politely.

“Yeah, you too.” Seth says.

Bella and Jacob sits next to you after Bella gives you a quick hug.

You were pleased to see that Angela came as well. She sits next to Embry at the large table. Quil and Jared bicker with each other as Kim sits quietly.

Things were okay until you noticed that Leah didn’t touch any food. Her plate was empty and her arms were still crossed as she glared at Emily. The entire time.

“You’re not gonna eat?” Jared asks her.

“No… Not her food.” Leah says bitterly as she tilted her head to continue to glare at her. Emily’s feelings looked hurt but she tried her best to keep her spirits high.

“Just eat, Lee.” you hear Seth tell his sister quietly. She only looks at her brother and he immediately gets the idea before he gives up on persuading her. She returns her glare back to Emily.

“Me and Jake’s going to the beach after this. Are you coming?” Bella asks you as people fell into other conversation.

“Sure. I’ve been cooped up lately.” you say.

”Y/N, what are you working on?” Emily asks, trying to ignore Leah’s hard pressed look.

“J-just a clay sculpture.” you say.

“You make sculptures?” Seth asks you. You just nod, “Yeah, something like that.” You were feeling the air be heavy. You hurry up to eat so you can leave.

“Slow down.” Paul tells you softly with a chuckle. If only he knew.

Plates were cleared as you rise up to take your plate to the sink.

“Do you want me to take yours?” you heard Kim’s voice. You turn from the sink and see that she was talking to Leah.

“Do whatever you want.” Leah says, still not letting Emily catch a break.

You felt a tap on your arm and see that Jacob was steering Bella out the door with his arm around her shoulder.

You follow them out.

You let out a breath when you both got to the beach.

Jacob cracks up.

“What. Was. That?” Bella asked as you all sat on a fallen log.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Leah.” Jacob says. Bella chuckles.

“That was so intense.” Bella says.

“Be glad you don’t have to see inside her mind.” Jacob says and grimaced a bit. You look at the waves.

“What did Emily even do? Did they not get along growing up or something?” Bella asks.

“Emily came to town when Sam went missing, she was supposed to help Leah find him. Sam imprinted on Emily. Emily rejected it at first but the pull to each other was too strong she just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Leah thinks Emily was creeping around with Sam the entire time he was missing and..It’s a mess.”

“Jeez.” Bella says.

“I mean…Sam couldn’t help it…Right?” Bella then asks. Jacob nods, “He can’t. Imprinting just happens.”

“I do feel bad. She has to watch her cousin and ex be together like it’s nothing. God, that would kill me.”

“Yeah. They were like sisters too. During the summer Emily would come here or Leah would go to Neah Bay.” Jacob says.

“Her brother is nice.” you say quietly.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid..Too bad he has to deal with this.” Jacob says.

“He’s like the polar opposite of his sister.” Bella replies.

Jacob chuckled at that.

“They were gonna get married too…” Jacob says.

“Damn.” you and Bella say at the same time.

“She’s definitely gonna freak when-” you freeze before shaking your head.

“What?” Jacob asks you.

“Nothing…” regretting that you opened your mouth.

“What? What? Spit it out.” Jacob says.

You breathe in, “You didn’t hear it from me…But…Sam marked Emily.”

“What?!” Jacob asks you in shock and his face showed he heard the biggest piece of gossip known to man.

You motion for him to quiet down.

“Wait, what? What’s marking?” Bella asks, not wanting to feel out of the loop.

“Shhh..” you say.

Jacob chuckles as he tells Bella, “It’s the solidity of the bond between the imprint and wolf. You don’t have to do it, but it’s like taking the imprint a step further. It’s not even a step, it’s just a whole new level.”

Bella eyes are frozen with slight shock, “Yeah, she’s gonna freak.”

“So Emily’s been covering it up.” Jacob observed.

“Yeah. She told and showed me over lunch.”

“When Leah finds out, we have to hide all of the knives.” Jacob says trying not to laugh.

“I don’t think she needs all of that. She will just tear Sam to pieces with her wolf.” Bella says.

Both you and Jacob hum in agreement.

You all make your way back to Emily’s after some time. Many of the others were gone. You heard talking in the living room.

That’s where you went.

“I’m so surprised you haven’t met your match.” you heard Leah’s voice say. You enter and Paul is lounging on the couch as he looked at her, “Nobody can beat me.”

“That cockiness still didn’t leave you.” she says with a grin.

“You call it cockiness, I call it confidence.”

Leah snorts as she looks up for a bit with a soft smile. It was the first time you seen her smile since meeting her. She looked at you when she realized you entered with Bella and Jacob. She didn’t say anything.

You go to sit next to Paul.

She gets up and goes out.

“Where are you going?” Paul asks her.

“Wherever the wind takes me.” she says humorously.

Paul shakes her head at her with a soft grin. He takes a look at you.

“You staying for dinner?”

“Maybe.” you say with a slight shrug. He then lays in your lap. Your hand rest in his hair.

“Jared told us you guys have a pool.” Jacob says.

“Jared needs to keep his freaking mouth shut I swear.” you mutter.

“Hey, what about me?” Bella says as she leans against Jacob.

“You get a pass… Jake still has to earn it.”

“Aw, what?” Jacob says as you and Bella chuckle.

Dinner was slightly better. Leah wasn’t there to make tension. Emily seemed much more relaxed.

Jacob being immature kept giving you and Bella looks. You only subtly shake your head at him.

“What?” Paul asks as he noticed.

“Nothing.” you say.

“So..Did you and Paul get a date yet?” Emily asks.

“Umm…No.” you say.

To be honest, you’ve been so busy with work that you didn’t get started on wedding planning.

“How come? This is exciting.” Bella asks.

“I’m loaded with commissions right now.” you say.

Going independent was supposed to make things easier. Now, it just seemed like people were tugging on your arm, fighting over you almost. The only good thing about it, seemed to be that you could keep all profits to yourself.

“I could help.” Jacob says.

“Yeah, no thanks.” you say. Sam and Paul laughed.

You closed the door to your small studio room, only for it to open again.

“Come on, Y/N.” Paul says.

“I’ll be there in a few.” you say as you sit down on your stool.

“You’re almost finished anyway.”

“I know. So, let me just finish.”

He stands there for a moment before eventually leaving you alone.

By the time you were finished, it was way past midnight. He snored softly in bed and you plant a small kiss on his cheek before laying down right next to him.

Larry invited you to his upcoming birthday bash in LA.

“Bring your fiancé.”

“If he says yes.” you say as you walk around a bit with the phone to your ear.

When he came in from patrol from earlier that morning, you step back from his smooch. He furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back in. You softly smile.

“I want to ask you something really quick.”

“What?”

You tell him all about going to LA. He sighs. “I can’t. I would sneak out but, Sam put me with Leah for patrols.”

“Oh…Why you and not anyone else?” you ask as he pulled you into his lap as he sat on the couch.

“She doesn’t give me hell as much as she gives the others.” Paul chuckles a bit, “Sam’s words.”

You then chuckle a bit.

“Did you know each other before?”

He paused a bit. He then nods.

“Yeah…We weren’t tight or anything but she was actually cool before all of the Sam and Emily shit.”

You nod.

“Take Bella.”

“As if Jacob would let me.” you joke.

“You both went to Florida. He will be alright.”

You caress his cheek, “But, will you be alright?”

“I will miss you like crazy. But, I would rather you go where there’s sun instead of locking yourself in that damn room.”

“Hey, leave my room alone.” you say and he grins.

Bella looked up at you with excitement.

“Um yes! I would love to go.”

“Okay.” you say with a grin.

You sit down at the table after she placed her dinner for Charlie in the oven.

“What about Jake?”

“He will be alright…It’s LA. Come on.”

You laugh lightly.

“So, I get to meet the infamous godfather. Is he all macho?”

“No.” you say chuckling, “He’s actually really sweet. He will show us great hospitality.”

She’s happy with this.

“He asked me to bring Paul but..”

“Patrol?”

You nod.

“That sucks…Hopefully a time will come when they get travel with us. They’re the ones who really, I mean really, deserve a vacation.” Bella says. You agree.

You came home. Paul was asleep on his stomach. You were about to climb right into bed with him but you instead smooth your hands on his back.

He groaned awake and you stop feeling bad that you had woken him up.

“No, no, no. Keep going.” he says thick with sleep. You continue, applying pressure.

“Did you talk to Bella?” he asks.

“Yes. She said yes without hesitation.”

“That’s good…I did not want you going alone.”

“It’s LA. There’s no vampires.” you say with a soft smile as you climb on him to get a better angle.

“Yeah. But there’s guys who are human.”

You roll your eyes playfully but you wince a bit as you heard pops in his back but he hummed a satisfied noise.

“I have this right here. I don’t need anyone else.” you tell him.

He turns over and you’re still straddling him. His hands are firm on your hips. Your eyes immediately close as he forced them to move against his rock hard length. You open your eyes up to find that he was sleeping naked this entire time.

Soon, you’re pressed against him as he sits up and you’re sinking down on him with a breathy moan. His hands grip your back as you grip his. You felt the nips and open mouth kisses on your neck. He was god as you kept chanting it. He grunted as he asked you if it felt good. You agree with almost incoherent words.

You ate breakfast that he made you in the morning as you looked at him. He stuffed his face which made you chuckle a bit.

“What?”

“…I was just thinking..” you start.

“What?”

“Do you want…To mark me?”

He stops chewing.

He doesn’t answer.

You look at him.

You only resume eating as if you didn’t say anything. He did too. Eventually.

You wait with Bella at Emily’s while she waited for Jacob to get off of patrol.

Leah was there. She ignored Emily.

“I made brownies. You girls want some?” she asks as she entered the living room where you all where.

“Um..Sure.” Bella says. She rises and she looks to you. You rise as she was a bit frightened to walk past Leah by herself.

In the kitchen you both take slow bites. You both hoped that Jacob would hurry up. Sam made things worse by entering the kitchen from his bedroom.

Not even caring that Leah was in the living room, he places kisses over Emily’s face. She smiled a bit before pulling away and pushing a plate of brownies in his direction.

“You’re the best.”

You hung your head.

You heard a scoff. You look up to see Leah in the doorway of the kitchen. Pissed.

“That’s what he used to say by the way.” Leah says bitterly.

Sam sighs a bit as he realized his screwup.

“You’re a great baker as well. I’m sure you didn’t lose your touch.” Sam offered.

“Fuck. You.” she says with such weight.

She stormed out and you didn’t have to guess that she was in her wolf. Jacob comes in and hugs Bella. He takes a look at the environment as he eats the remainder of her brownie.

“What did you say this time?” he asks Sam.

“I just complimented her baking skills.” he says quietly.

It was silent for a moment before Jacob took it upon himself to silently let you and Bella know that you all could leave.

As you both were leaving out, Kim and Jared were entering the home.

“Em baked?” Jared says excitedly as he smelled the air.

“Go nuts.” you say quietly.

He doesn’t open the door but stands on the porch with Kim.

“Wait..Is it safe to go in?” Jared asks with caution.

“Yeah..Leah just left.” Jacob says.

“Oh.” he says with a slight wince as he takes a look at all of your faces.

“Why do you guys act like she’s the devil or something?” Kim asked. It’s quiet for a moment.

“We’re not.” Bella says.

“Please. You guys are. If it were any of you, don’t say you all would be smiles.”

“You ready to go?” Jacob asks Bella impatiently and she nods as she turns and takes his hand.

As you all walk to Jacob’s home, he shakes his head.

“We’re not mean. Right?” Bella asks as you both wheel your bikes.

“No. She’s just been trying to be Leah’s friend for some reason.” Jacob says.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah. Leah will be pleased to have a member of her fan club.” he says as he wheeled his own bike.

Coming back to Emily’s to see if Paul got back, you find him in the living room saying goodbyes to Leah.

“Alright see ya, Lee.” Paul tells her. She goes in and gives him a hug and he returns it.

She doesn’t look in your direction as she leaves out.

“You ready?” you finally ask him.

He nods once.

You both decided to walk home but it was silent.

“We should go sit at the beach.” you suggest quietly.

“Nah…”

You nod as you continue walking.

Paul flopped down on the couch as soon as you two came home.

“Come on, watch this with me.” he says as he was happy that his favorite movie was on.

You groan a bit, “I wish I could.”

“Why do you wish?” he asks.

“Deadline. Especially since I have to leave.”

“Oh…Hurry up so you can catch some of this.” he says trying to keep a cheerful attitude. You smile a bit.

Paul was asleep on the couch when you came out. It was very late, almost morning. You shook his thigh gently as you tried to wake him up but he was deep asleep.

“Paul.” you call. He blinks awake.

“What? I’m watching tv.”

You chuckle, “Liar.”

You pull his arm to tug him up and he gets up. He lays his head on your shoulder, almost making you fall but he catches you with a chuckle.

“Would quit acting silly?” you say. He’s still laughing.

His face was neutral as he watched you pack.

“It’s just the weekend right?”

“Yeah.” you say.

“What time again?”

“Sunday morning. I promise.” you say.

He watches you some more.

The day you and Bella touched down, you all went to an interactive art show. Bella made sure to bring her camera.

Larry’s girlfriend then made him a birthday dinner.

“No fucking way.” Larry laughs as he opens his gift from you.

“Happy birthday.” you say with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” he says and gives you a big hug.

You sculpted him a piece of decor for him.

You appreciate the intimacy of the dinner because the next day, that’s when his party began.

For it to be Larry’s birthday party, the guests that came and brought people, made it into the own party. You now understood the dinner the day prior.

People who weren’t even in the art scene were there.

You hold Bella’s hand. It was the first time you seen someone snort a line of coke as if it was nothing.

However, things were better as you both unknowingly made funny conversation with a musician.

“Wait that sample came from you?!” Bella asks in surprise.

He nods with a chuckle.

“Are you making new music?” you ask him.

“Yeah. I just have to make the cover but my album is about to drop.” he says.

“Do you need someone? Y/N is an artist.” Bella nudge you with her elbow.

You wave it off but he looks at you.

“For real?” he asks you seriously.

“Yeah but, go with your original plan.”

“No, no. What type of art do you do?” he asks with great interest.

He hands you your phone back after he swiped through photos.

“Before you leave, we have to link up.” he tells you.

Bella came as you talked ideas with him. It was the first time you were in a professional studio.

“You put cool ranch doritos in this?” Bella asks him as she bit and chewed on a baked chocolate chip cookie.

He smiles and nods.

“It works.” she tells him.

He let you and Bella listen to his songs to get the idea.

“Okay…I got it.” you tell him as you set down your pencil.

He nods with a smile when you show him the ideas.

While Bella slept, you stayed up as you worked on the agreed art direction.

You send it to him right when it was an hour before it was time for you and Bella to board the plane to go home.

You came home and Paul made it seem like you were away for twenty years.

“I should go away more, I like this treatment.” you joke and he makes a disapproving noise.

You chuckle.

At the bonfire, you prayed that Leah would understand imprinting. Seth was just happy to be there. You watched as he followed Jacob around when he arrived with Bella.

“I saved you some burgers and hotdogs, Jake!” Seth says happily.

“You’re the best.” Jacob says to him with a grin and ruffled his hair.

Paul tugged your hand to sit next to him.

Leah came, but with something. A hydroflask.

“You want anything?” Paul asks you. You shake your head as you didn’t want to say yes, only to not eat it.

He tells you he will be right back.

Leah sauntered over and you didn’t expect her to sit next to you.

“Hi.”

You look at her, “Hey.”

“Y/N..Right?”

“In the flesh.”

She chuckled.

“So…You’re dating Paul?”

You nod. She nods.

“How long?”

You tell her.

“High school sweethearts…” she says and looks at him, “It does kind of suit him…. I can’t hate on it.”

You nervously smile as you hoped that Bella would hurry up with getting food with Jacob.

She touched your arm.

“Want some of this?” she whispered. Her mischievous grin made you chuckle. You take a sniff. You make a face that made her laugh.

“I don’t really drink all like that.” you say.

“What?” she asks surprisingly.

“If anything, I’ll blow down here and there.” you say. Her eyes lit up.

“You got some right now?” she whispered excitedly.

You chuckle a bit, “Not on me…But hey, maybe we’ll make a day of it.” Her of all people needed it.

She grinned.

“Hey, you’re less annoying than the others.” she says in a hushed tone.

“Um..Thanks.” you say.

“No, seriously…And then…The girls Paul used to entertain used to be all..” and she makes a disgusted face that didn’t make you jealous, but it made you laugh a bit.

“He did tell me you guys like..Seen each other around.”

“Yeah..Yeah..We did..” she says and thinks off and you have questions.

“Did you guys know each other well?”

She laughs. She covers her mouth to muffle her laugh.

“I’m sorry….You seem cool..I wouldn’t want to lay it on you like all….Damn…I really don’t want to be messy.” she sincerely says and it makes you freeze at her. She looked uncomfortable. She only slightly shakes her head as she looked at you.

“What…What do you mean?” you ask trying to keep your voice light.

“I…I mean…We were young and reckless so..” she says trying to brush it off.

“Hm..” you mused.

“I don’t want to make things weird for you…I’m surprised he didn’t like…Warn you or…Tell you, at least.” she says in a hushed tone.

She wasn’t taunting but she takes a drink to stop talking. It was clearly the alcohol. She was spilling out her words.

Paul is coming back over you two and she calls out his name.

“Didn’t we know each other?” Leah asks.

“Leah…Just shut up.” he says.

“Come on, let’s joke about it. It was a long time ago. You’re with her now. I mean..She has the right to-“

“Leah. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” he snapped at her.

Her smile doesn’t fade.

“Paul.” she said his name in a tone that let him know that it was unnecessary for him. She then looked at your uneasy face and looked back at him.

”We know each other well. Tell her how well we know each other, Paul.” she insists as she hits his arm.

It was one look that made you freeze.

It was the look that showed he was seething.

“How…Well?” you ask with your eyes down.

“….Its….Before we dated.” he says quietly.

You look up at his chagrined face. You felt your heart form cracks.

“He always hung around us older kids and I found out very soon…He was very mature for his age.” Leah joked. She said it low to where nobody looked over in the direction of the conversation.

You still get up and not even daring to look back at him calling your name.

You rest your hands on your knees as you felt sick while you were on your way home. Shaky breaths came and that gave Paul enough time to catch up with you.

“Just tell me the truth…No matter how bad it is.” you whisper.

“Let’s go home first.”

“Just tell me now.” you whispered.

He swallowed.

“It happened when her and Sam was fighting one time…Me and you weren’t even talking to each other yet... They broke up for a brief period of time…Way before the shifting stuff even happened..We were….”

He took too long to explain.

“You had sex with her….Right?” you choked out, interrupting him.

“Yeah….But, it only happened once.”

“Okay.”

He blinked at you.

“So, that’s why she was acting weird towards me…There was plenty of opportunity for you to tell me knowing she was going to be around me.”

He couldn’t say anything as he looked down.

You turn with that and finish walking back home. He was so silent, you didn’t even realize that he was behind you when you went to shut the door behind you and it stopped due to him taking it over and shutting it.

“Y/N…Let’s talk about it.”

“I’d rather just forget it…You had a past…I won’t hold it against you.”

“Yeah but-“

“Just drop it, Paul…..Please?” you whisper. He takes a look at you before looking down. He nods.

“You can go back to the bonfire…I’m just gonna..Work on…” you trail off as your thumb points towards the room you loved to work in.

“I don’t want to go back…Not without you. If you’re not going, I’m not going.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

You just grab his hand.

”You’re my bestfriend. Why are you so afraid to tell me things?”

He relaxed. Shoulders dropped and you almost didn’t recognize him.

“It’s hard Y/N. I don’t want you to be disgusted with me. I was wild.”

His tone alone made you pull him in close and he smothers his body with yours, it made you incredibly but deliciously nervous.

“It was ‘in the moment’ type of thing. It’s why it’s never happened again. I should’ve stayed in my place...” he says.

“How do you feel…When you look at her?” you ask him.

“ I feel..She does deserves better..I never want to experience that..Ever. That’s why I don’t want to lose you. Ask me whatever you want, I will answer.” he says.

“Will you not keep anything else from me? I get you have a past…You didn’t learn those skills from fiddling with your thumbs.” you say and you hear his chuckle.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to judge you.” you reassure. He nods.

It was a nice day as you waited for Jacob to pick up the phone.

“Speak.” he greets.

You roll your eyes.

“Trying to go swimming?”

“….You mean like cliff diving?“

“Oh we can do that. I was gonna suggest my pool but-“

“No! Bells is with Angela though.”

“I don’t care, you can still come. I kind of want to talk to you anyways.”

He hangs up and he’s over.

You both float after an ultimate splashing session.

His face is dripping with disapproval, “You're kidding me right? You let him off way too damn easy.”

“Jake, I don’t want to fight with him.”

“I don’t care…If it was the other way around he would’ve popped his lid and you know it.”

“It’s not like he hid the fact that he got around back then anyway.”

“But still.” he says rolling his eyes.

“He was loyal even before the imprint.”

“Is that how you’re looking at it? Seriously Y/N. You give him way too much grace. I’m not hexing you but let a guy give you the smallest, I mean the smallest amount of attention, watch how he acts. I bet the words ‘I won’t judge you’ won’t come out of his mouth.” he says quoting you.

You swim away a bit and you say dismissively, “Yeah, yeah.”

Emily closed her cabinet as she was trying to make everyone a dinner with the help of Angela.

“I can get it for you.” you tell her as you set your sketchbook down.

You get your keys and Leah perks up from the couch.

“You’re going to the store?”

You nod.

“Can I come?”

You freeze a bit before you nod again.

She compliments your car. You say your thanks.

Leah boredly flips through the magazines at the store. You grab what Emily asked to get.

“We don’t have to go straight to Emily’s.”

You look at her.

She walked by you a bit as she played with her light jacket pocket. You knew the smell.

“I hate all of this…I have no friends. No period…A fucking wolf…Who the hell did I piss off so bad?” she asked in a hideout by the beach. It was very easy to miss.

You squint as grey leaves your open mouth as you speak, “No period?”

She takes what you were offering in your hand and she takes her turn, “I don’t even want to celebrate because I don’t even have an imprint..Like you all do.” she frowned.

“You’ll find your person.”

“Do not talk to me about that when you’re the last person to open your mouth.”

“First of all..” you accept your turn again, you blow out the drag after you held it, “Paul was the last person I would ever thought in a billion years, I would ever even talk to.”

“Yeah but..I would kill for that…The only person who could make it all better…Is happy…Free from feeling how I feel…Why can’t he feel…Just a second of how I feel?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t want to make things weird. I wish it didn’t happen, the post clarity was just…I was drunk when I started running my mouth..” she says.

“I’d rather that to happen than me going all of this time not knowing.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while before asking, “So…Does this mean I still get an invite to the wedding?”

“Sure..Why not.” you say with a grin.

You both made your way back to Emily’s.

Coming in, you set the bag down on the counter. The cooking food smelled so good as it wafted through the home.

You slowly sit down next to Paul as he watched you. He discreetly sniffed and he knew what took you so long. It was faint but, he’s been around you long enough to know. He doesn’t say anything.

“We were gone all of that time and nothing is finished?” Leah asked out loud.

You break into a chuckle. Leah hearing you laugh, eventually made her laugh. You’re laughing together.

Talking surrounded you as you tried to watch what was on tv but you instead watched the colors and zoned out.

You wish you brought a sketchbook.

Emily does finally says that the food is finished. Paul gets up from the couch and takes your hand.

“Oh my god…This is really good.” you tell Emily.

“Aw, thanks.” Emily says.

“Like…So good.” you say. Jared smirked.

“Leah likes it too. She’s almost finished with her plate already.” Jared points out.

“I’m hungry.” she says with her mouth chewing with food.

“You hungry too, Y/N?” Jared asks with humorous glint.

“What?” you ask as you chewed. Jared saw how hooded your eyes were when you looked over at him and he chortled to himself.

“What?” Kim asks him.

“Nothing.” Jared says as he finishes out his laughter.

You only brush it off and continue eating.

“So, when will the work that you did in LA come out?” Sam asks.

“Soon…Real soon.” you say in a lax tone.

“We have to go back. I had such a great time. California changed since the last time I was there.” Bella says with a smile.

“Right? I mean I would live there…But like…Christmas though. What’s a Christmas without snow? I gotta have snow on Christmas.”

“I thought you hated the snow?” Kim asks.

“I appreciate it….It sets the tone.” you halfheartedly say.

“I agree.” Angela speak up with a grin.

“It does. The first time I seen snow was when I started living here. I hate anything cold and wet but Christmas time doesn’t feel like Christmas without the snow.” Bella says to you.

“I made dessert.” Emily then says.

“Oh my god, yes.” you say with a smile as you put your hands together for a moment.

“No way, you’re still hungry.” Jacob tells you. You ate two entire hearty plates. He’s never seen you eat that much. He voiced it out.

“I have.” Paul simply says quietly with his hand still on the back of your chair.

“News to me.” Jacob muttered.

Jared leaned on the counter as he drinks a cup of juice.

Your eyes stayed on the sink.

“Who would’ve thought that was the way to pull Leah in?” he says in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” you say laughing a bit.

Leah still didn’t speak to Emily during the days you would still come over.

You sat on the couch as Paul was on patrol with Jared.

Kim said hi to Leah. She only waved to her but flops next to you with a grin, “Hey.”

“Hey.” you say.

“What’s that?” she asks as she sees you doodling.

You just let her look at it. She then asks if she can look through the whole book.

You let her. She takes her time with flipping through each page.

As you were washing dishes at home, Bella texts, double texting you to look online. You do.

“Oh, wow.” you say as you stand at the sink, looking at your phone. The water is still running.

Paul shuts the water off as he looks at you, “What?”

“Look! Look!” you say with a smile.

Your artwork was posted.

“Y/N. One of the most talented people I got to meet and I’m so grateful. Without her, this album wouldn’t have been visually made. Making this album cover with you was great and such a magical experience as we were able to go all out with creativity. You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not just talking about the art itself ♥️ Seriously though, I appreciate her and her mind sooo much. Hopefully, you all appreciate this album just as much as I do. OUT NOW!”

He stared at the picture of you two hugging each other tight. He swipes, there’s another picture of you two not being serious and being silly. He swipes over and there are more where you two were sitting close as you both worked on ideas together.

It displayed the fun you had. He took a look at your face and the faint smile you displayed as you looked at the pictures with him.

You watch as his mood change. Your heart beat faster as you his face hardened.

“What is it?” you ask.

He gave you a face that showed he was annoyed. You close your eyes as your smile faded.

“What is it?” you ask again slowly.

“Don’t act dumb.” he says deadpanned.

“I’m not.” you say with slight annoyance. He reads out loud, not hiding his distaste for a section of the text.

“You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not talking-“

“Here we go.” you mutter. But he still finishes reading over your spoken statement.

“What do you mean here we go?….You were just crying the other day about me and Leah and then turn around, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with this. That’s a love letter, not an accolade….It sounds like you rocked his world.”

You glare at him as you snatched your phone back. The audacity of him.

“I can’t relate. You two actually fucked!” you snap at him.

He clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes, “It was a long ass time ago.”

“Aren’t you even happy for me?”

“I am Y/N. I am. What you did was amazing. I’m not happy about his wordplay though.”

“I don’t know. I made something for someone and you’re thinking I opened my legs for him all because he gave me my flowers… That’s totally unfair. You’re thinking every guy wants to hump my leg. Get over yourself.”

“You don’t want to get me started. Remember New York? With Cullen?”

“What. Are. You. Talking. About? You’re not even making sense.” you grit out, feeling so angry that tears were threatening to form.

“Had I not told you to come home, you would’ve stayed longer and I know for a fact you two would’ve started a little fling.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you say as your vision is blurry. You storm out. You shut the door to the bathroom as you sat on the floor with your back against the door.

Your knees were to your chest as you silently sob, mostly due to frustration.

It was as if you two didn’t know each other at all. It was like two strangers in the home. He slept on the couch. It was like that.

“I’m sure…You two will get back.” Bella says quietly.

“I don’t even know…He’s acting stupidly possessive.” you grit out as you threw a seashell in the ocean.

“The message was nice…He will get over it.”

She didn’t know. She didn’t live with him. But you still give her a silent thanks for her trying to support.

You blinked awake as you were used to waking up alone for the past two weeks.

As you showered, your mind wondered why you two were always butting heads. After all, he was your soulmate and it was as if fights were just easy to collect.

Paul came in while you were sitting on the couch with a book. He was heading for the hallway.

“Can we talk?” you ask him.

He opens the hallway closet and grabs a towel.

“About what?”

“Come on, don’t act like a kid.”

“Take your own advice.” he throws back. You glare up at the ceiling before calming yourself down.

“What we’re doing is toxic. We’re always fighting. I just want us to get along.” you carefully say, trying to be the bigger person.

“I want us to get along too. Which is why I don’t get why you’re trying to hold onto old shit that happened a long time ago.” he says and sets the towel in the bathroom.

“You brought up Edward and New York.” you scoff.

“You brought up me and Leah.”

“That’s not fair and you know it. It’s apples to oranges.” you say with frustration.

“Okay.”

“Okay…So..What?” you ask him, not knowing what’s next.

“We talked.”

You move off of the couch as he started walking. You grab his arm to get him to turn around. He peered down at you.

“Say you’re sorry.” you tell him.

He sniggered. You felt yourself get angry. So angry you wanted to slap the smile off of his face.

“For what?”

You step back.

“You know what?… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. In fact, I give you my deepest apologies.” you tell him calmly. He looked confused.

You slid your ring off.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You set it on the coffee table.

He barked out your name.

“This isn’t healthy…I said yes to the loving, caring, secure Paul…. Not whatever this is.” you say.

“Put it back on.”

“I will, when things between us get better. We’re not even married yet and you’re sleeping on the couch like we’re about to sign divorce papers.”

“Fuck…Fuck. I’m sorry! Okay?”

You pick your book from the couch and he grabbed your arm as you tried to leave to another room.

“Let go of me, Paul.” you say in defeat.

“No.” he says.

You look at him.

“No. I want to marry you, Y/N. I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole. Okay, I admit I was being an ass but this…This isn’t worth it, okay?”

You look down for a moment.

“Just please put it back on. You don’t have to talk to me ever again. You can scream that you hate me all you want. Just please put it back on…Please?”

He extends his arm to swipe it up in his hand. He takes your hand and you watch as he slid it back to where it belonged. His hand actually shook which made you freeze.

“Do you even believe me?” you ask him quietly.

“Of course I do. Just ignore me being annoying, alright?”

“You’re very annoying.” you say softly. He looked up at your soft smile and softened his anxious face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” you say quietly.

He lets your arm go. You walk away and entered your art space with the close of your door.

You don’t make anything. You instead rest your head in your hands.

“How did everything become so hard?” you asked in your mind.

Paul opened the door when it was late, you were asleep at your desk with your head down.

Trying his best to not wake you, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

It was the best sleep of your life as you both slept pressed together. Little did you know, it was the best sleep of his life as well.

You woke up with a gasp. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to have clarity in your brain. You look down with a sigh and it was the most erotic scene you’ve ever seen.

Your head fell back into the pillows as Paul opened your legs wider and you clutch onto his head. Your eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered with a blinding light behind your eyes.

You both sat in the car as you squinted from the morning sun. You held a donut to his mouth as he took a bite that made you widen your eyes with a genuine giggle.

He chewed and you blink. It was weird. You looked through the windshield of the car, peering into the empty parking lot as you wanted to draw fish. The sky had a great blue. You immediately thought of the ocean.

You slump next to him and he had just swallowed.

A burst of bubbles warmth was in the presence of just him. Reaching over with a thumb and slowly graced the poked tongue that slowly made its way out of your mouth on the left over powder.

You sit back as you didn’t know what made you do such thing, only to find him with a lax grin.

He tilts his head back as he leans to tease your mouth with his. You leaned trying to catch his lips but they moved with his movements of not fully capturing yours.

You eventually break into a smile before leaning back into your seat.

Coming home, he seemed to not forget what you did in the car.

You try to lounge on the couch only for him to pull you in a kiss after sitting down next to you. The heated energy went right to your core as you couldn’t help but hook your leg to rest it a bit on his knee as he held your head to continue eating at your mouth.

You both connect on the couch as you both move your naked hips in sync. You squeezed your eyes shut a for a second as your body moved forward and swallowed all of him. Paul groaned deeply as he held your body as he moved his hips. He lost track of what was what. You couldn’t even think beyond the intense emotion of each other’s bodies molding together.

You both weren’t even kissing, but you both sighed out in each other’s mouths.

You climb off of him as he lifts you up in his arms.

Your hands fall onto the bed as he hovered over you and kissed your back and your shoulder blade. He nudged you onto the bed. As you turn and lay on your back, he opened your legs as you look up at him.

You whisper out his name as he started to grow again. His touches seemed to be amplified with desire. The desire licked the deepest parts of you.

He pulled back from the sensual kiss that smacked off of your mouth, he rubbed himself to get hard again against the white spilled substance that was between your legs.

The extra lubrication was making it hard to stop the erotic noises from spilling out of your mouth.

Paul had never experienced something so moist in his life. His hips lazily thrust as your body screamed in satisfactory tingles.

Bella smirked at the joined hands as you both walked into Emily’s.

You join her at the couch with a smile.

“Where’s Jacob?”

“He’s coming with Sam.”

“Alright, I’m off.” Paul tells you and mushed his lips to yours before leaving once Sam and Jacob entered the door.

You and Bella chill in Jacob’s garage as he tinkered on Bella bike.

It was acting like it didn’t want to start.

You sketch out the idea you had while Bella and Jacob fell into conversation.

The passion project made you feel excited because you haven’t made anything for yourself in such a long time.

Paul was worried when you locked yourself in the room but a couple of hours passed before you come out, fingers covered in pigmented paint.

He watched you wash your hands in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing…Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” you answer and then he saw your smile. You touch his arm.

“Come look.” you encourage him and he follows you into the room.

He was pleased to see the window open.

The picture was vibrant and he moved toward it. He picks it up carefully with such interest.

“Careful. It’s not dry yet.” you say. He nods as he looks at it.

“Who is this for?” he says. He smiled as he held it up with such admiration but delicately.

“No one.” you say shyly but he managed to kiss it away.

“Can I have it?” he asks excitedly.

You nod meekly. He gives you a handsome smile.

“I love this..I love you.”

“I love you too.” you say feeling a burst of warmth inside.

You breathe out trying to be steady but it was hard because your back was pressed against Paul’s chest.

“Thank you.” he says in your neck.

“It’s just a painting.” you say with a light chuckle.

“Yeah but it’s your painting.” he says.

You wake up the next morning and see that Jacob texted you that Bella’s bike was fixed and invited you to ride with them.

You held onto the wall with one hand as you tried to get ready. You felt dizzy. Paul placed a kiss on your neck. His hands are covering you.

You’re lightheaded as you blink and your vision is spotty. You rush to the bathroom.

He heard you emptying your insides as you gagged into the toilet. He knocked with one finger knuckle.

“Y/N…Are you alright?” he asked through the closed door with deep concern. You gagged again. You cough.

“I’m okay.” you say while straining as you flush the toilet.

You clean your mouth and you shiver as you enter the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Paul asks as he rubbed your arms.

You nod and clear your throat.

“I just need to lay down.” you say with your heart beating. You pull back the covers.

“I can take you to the doctors.” he says.

“Paul, don’t overreact. I’m fine. I promise I will tell you if I feel worse.”

He looked at you as you hurriedly stripped off your clothes. You’re under the covers, feeling extremely tired.

The bed felt like heaven. Paul was pulled in as he looked down at you. He was soon joining you in bed, not caring you weren’t feeling well.

He makes you lay on his chest instead of the pillows. Sleep claimed you fast.

Birds chirped as you look at Paul leaned against a tree. You look and find yourself sitting criss cross in front of him.

”I’m not ready.”

He gave a look of betrayal.

You wait for him to say something.

”What if I am?”

You blink at the sky.

“Paul.” you say. You look at him. He staring at you intently.

“A lot…And I mean a lot goes on with this.”

“I know that…..” he says in a tone that let you know he was offended that you felt he didn’t already know that.

“I can’t…I can’t keep it.”

You look to Paul’s expression as he speaks out, “Y/N.”

You continue to look at him.

“You’re the only person I want to experience this with.” he says. You stand up. He looks up at you trying to convince you.

“We can…Just not now.”

He gives a look of defeat and he then shakes his head.

“Why do our blessings have to wait?” he asked in frustration.

“I’m not ready!”

You blink awake as Paul shook you gently.

“I made you something to eat.” he whispered in your ear.

“O-okay.” you whispered back.

You were petrified as you sat up in bed.

You held your head as he held your hand and sat down at the table.

He put two white pills on the table.

You say a quiet thank you and you swallow them.

”You slept all day yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” you ask after you swallow your food.

“Yeah. Slept the whole day away.” he says as he eats.

You sat back in your chair.

You look on the table and rise up.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need my phone.”

“Well, can you eat first?”

You sit back down. He just stared at you.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Besides my head, my stomach doesn’t feel nauseous anymore.” you say carefully.

He shooed you off from washing the dishes. You sit down in the living room. You don’t move. You instead just listen intently at the actions of dishes being washed.

The water turns off and he walked in, you raise your head.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Must’ve been some nasty bug.” he comments.

“Yeah..Thanks for nursing me back to health.” you say quietly.

He bends at kisses your forehead. He sits next to you and you’re lifting into his lap.

You apologize to Jacob for not coming but he knew from Paul that you were sick.

When you were feeling better, Leah invited you over.

As Leah talk, you took a big rip at the tall glass bong that sat on your lips. Your mind wouldn’t stop eating at you as you didn’t know how you would ever tell Paul what you were dreaming about. It seemed so real.

You didn’t panic just yet, your period was coming up soon. You found yourself praying inside as you genuinely hoped you didn’t get late.

It seemed too serious.

You knew you were getting older, but you felt it was the solidarity of becoming an adult adult. It was a hearty piece of responsibility.

“Stop hogging it, greedy.” Leah says and snatches it away.

“What the heck are you even watching?” you ask to change your mindset as the low volume movie showed shenanigans that didn’t make sense.

“Ah, it’s watching me.” she corrects you as the light smoke mixed with the dust of the room.

Walking home felt like you were walking on a cloud. You hated thinking too much so you were grateful for the walk.

You laugh as you both came home at the same time. He flings an arm around you and pushed the front door open.

Over dinner, he tells you to promise not to say anything.

“What happened this time?” you ask.

“Just chill from Leah right now.” he tells you.

“Why?” you ask.

“Sam doesn’t want Leah to know.”

“I’m not gonna say anything. Come on.” you start to grin.

“I don’t trust it. Just please.” he then tilts his head even more, “Please.”

It makes you chuckle.

“Okay. Fine.”

He then relaxed and just extends his arms some and there was a sign of acceptance while he said the next thing.

“Emily’s pregnant.”

“Whoa.” you breathed out. Good or bad, you didn’t know.

You lean forward and so does he.

You both look at each other and you both see the questions that you both were dying to ask.

“Is she happy?” you ask.

“Yeah. But feeling guilty.” Paul admits.

“She didn’t tell me.”

“She told no one. Sam let it slip when I patrolled with him earlier.”

“Is..He happy?”

“He’s through the roof.” he says quietly but with a grin.

“Hopefully I get to be the godmother.” you say with a grin.

He huff out a small chuckle.

You look down from his eyes as you then lean back in your chair.

“I know that before, you said you didn’t know….But what would you do? If you had found out…That you were pregnant?”

You let out a quiet breath as you don’t even dare to look at him. The way he said the word pregnant made you feel a lick of excitement.

“I-I still don’t know.” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. It made you peak up due to his silence. It was as if he was waiting for you to look at him.

“You would look so pretty pregnant.” he comments quietly. It was tender, almost like a purr.

“Paul.” you say nervously. You shouldn’t have peaked up at him. His look was darkly heated but it was subtle. He was dead serious.

“What? You would.”

You look down again with nervous chuckle as you slightly shake your head.

“Are you sure you want to take on the dad bod?” you say to joke around but it still came out shaky.

He still gives you a hum of amusement. It made your heart stutter.

“It’s a lot of responsibility.” you whisper.

“So is shape shifting.” he says tenderly.

You both blink at each other. You then nervously chuckle. He leans close to you, forming his own smile, “What?”

“Nothing.” you say shyly to him.

“It’s something.” he encouraged.

You look down.

“I had a dream.”

“About…What?” he asks.

“Us..”

“Did I look okay?”

You crack a smile.

“You did..But…We were talking ..Like this and..We found out I was…”

“Were we happy?” he asks as he caught the idea.

“You were ready….Me..Not so much..”

He doesn’t say anything as he then looks down. It wasn’t in disappointment, it was as if he was thinking about what you said.

The night fell and you yawned as you lie down in bed.

His hand was so hot. To him, you felt like a walking piece of heaven. He was surprised when you take his hand away from your warm and moist center.

“I’m..Tired..” you whisper and you place a peck on his lips.

“I’m not.” he whispers. He brushed a thumb on your bottom lip and gave you a kiss that made you feel shaky.

You breathe out heavy before you pull away from the suction of his lips. You don’t have time to process the loss of his lips when you fall back onto your elbows, you look at him when your mouth crack slightly open.

Your underwear was bawled up in his hand.

“Paul.” you only say in a breathy tone.

He only glides his hands up, your hips only shift a bit as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands were talented as they caressed your chest and slow burned a kiss with you. A shaky and light sound danced out of your throat that muffled into his mouth.

“Let’s just lay together.” he whispered finally.

You slowly blinked open your eyes as he invited you next to him. Before you lie down on your side, he finished lifting your shirt up from behind.

He placed a hand on your side as he smoothed his hand out. He placed an intimate kiss on your back. It made you jerk a bit from the sensation.

You closed your eyes. You felt the small shifts of movements of his body. Mostly because of him breathing. You knew that he was awake. You realized, that right in his presence was just as good as sex. You didn’t want to go to sleep then.

You wanted to savor more moments like that. His hand shifted to your stomach, it felt like butterflies were soaring in your stomach. It was like you were having a crush on him all over again.

The breath of his slowed breathing is what keeps you awake. It drifted on the surface of your neck as you blinked at the darkness. You found yourself counting his breathing.

[rose24207]

I need more need for Lando and popular reader. So when you have time, I have this request waiting for you. ⬇️

Need Lando who has a crush on reader but she has never really noticed him, but one day a teacher tells her she has to study with Lando to get her grades up, because he has the highest grades and can help her. So they start studying and actually getting to know each other and one day a guy reader use to date teases Lando about reader just using him for his mind so she can past the exam to stay in cheerleading so lando insecure and sad starts not opening up to reader and she catches on and begs him to tell her what's wrong. And happy ending with surprise kiss.

An unlikely pair

Summary: Lando has always had a crush on you , but you never really noticed him. When a teacher forces you to study together, you begin to get closer, but doubts arise when your ex teases Lando, making him feel like he’s just a tool for you to pass exams.

Genre: Nerd!Lando, AU, fluff, angst

TW: None!

A/N: this turned out better than I thought! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando had always admired you from afar, but you had never noticed him. He was just another face in the classroom to you, the quiet kid who kept to himself, always hidden behind his books or headphones.

You were a cheerleader, popular, surrounded by friends, and he was… well, not. You barely even acknowledged his existence, and Lando was perfectly fine with that.

At least he could continue to admire you from a distance, even if you'd never know.

Then came the announcement.

“Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?” Mr. Jennings, your teacher, called from the front of the classroom one day after the bell rang. You hesitated before walking up, wondering what this was about.

“You’re falling behind in your grades,” Mr. Jennings began gently. “And if you want to stay on the cheerleading squad, I’m going to need you to bring your grades up. I’ve spoken with Lando, and he’s agreed to help tutor you.”

You blinked in surprise. “Lando? You mean Lando Norris?”

“That’s right. He’s at the top of the class. If anyone can help you, it’s him. You’re going to meet with him after school to catch up on your work.”

Lando? Help you? This was going to be… awkward. You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Lando wasn’t exactly someone you hung out with, and the thought of having to study with him made you a little self-conscious.

But what could you do? You needed those grades, and Lando was probably the only one who could help you out.

The first study session was exactly as uncomfortable as you’d imagined. You sat across from him at a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by textbooks and notebooks. He barely looked at you at first, only flipping through pages and scribbling notes, clearly focused on the task at hand. You tried your best to pay attention, but the silence between you was deafening.

Finally, Lando broke the silence. “So, what’s the deal? Why are you struggling with math? I thought you were good at this stuff.”

You shrugged, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’ve just been distracted lately, I guess. Cheerleading, hanging out with my friends... school just hasn’t been my priority.”

Lando nodded, pushing a paper toward you. “Well, I can help you with this. But you have to try too. I’m not going to do it for you.”

From then on, the sessions became a little easier. Lando had a way of explaining things that made everything seem less complicated, and with each lesson, you found yourself opening up more. He wasn’t just the quiet kid in class anymore; you saw how kind, patient, and determined he was. He had a sharp mind, sure, but there was also a depth to him that you hadn’t noticed before. The more you learned from him, the more you admired him. Slowly, you began to realize how much you enjoyed spending time with him, how comfortable it felt to talk to him.

Then came that day. The one that would change everything.

You were sitting with some of your friends after practice when one of your exes, Ethan, approached. He leaned against the table with a smirk, his gaze shifting to you.

“So, you’re still studying with Norris, huh?” Ethan teased, his tone condescending. “What’s next, Y/N? Gonna use him for his genius so you can keep your spot on the cheer squad? I mean, it’s not like he’s good for anything else.”

Your heart dropped. You knew exactly what he meant. Lando was smart, yes, but he wasn’t the popular kid. He wasn’t the type of guy you’d date. You wanted to snap at Ethan, but his words stuck with you.

Was that how Lando saw you? Was he just a stepping stone for you to stay on the cheerleading team? You felt a wave of guilt hit you, and for the first time, you started to wonder if Lando felt like he was being used.

The next time you saw Lando, it was different. He was quieter, more distant. The warmth that had been between you during study sessions was gone. He kept his answers short, his eyes never quite meeting yours. You could feel the change, and it hurt. It was clear he was upset about something.

After a few more sessions of this coldness, you couldn’t take it any longer.

“Lando,” you said one day, grabbing his arm before he could leave the library. “What’s going on? You’re acting different.”

He pulled back slightly, avoiding your gaze. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

You could see through his lie. “No, you’re not fine. Something’s bothering you. You’ve been distant, and I don’t know why.”

Lando sighed, finally looking at you, his expression full of hesitation. “It’s just… you. I don’t know why you’re still spending time with me. You only need my help to pass the exam, right? After that, you’ll forget about me, just like you’ve forgotten about everything else.”

Your heart clenched at his words. You had no idea he felt like this.

“Lando, no,” you whispered, stepping closer to him. “I’m not using you. I’m not using your brain or your grades. I just… I like spending time with you. I like you.”

Lando stared at you, his brow furrowed in confusion. “But… I thought you only cared about the cheerleading stuff. You’re popular. You have everything you want. I’m just… the guy who helps you pass.”

You shook your head, shaking off the sadness that had been building up inside you. “You’re not just that. You’re amazing, Lando. You’re smart, and funny, and kind. I don’t need you to help me just to stay in cheerleading. I need you to help me because I want to be with you.”

For a long moment, the two of you stood in silence, the weight of your words sinking in. Finally, Lando’s lips curled into a small smile, his insecurities starting to fade.

“You really like me?” he asked softly, as if the idea was still foreign to him.

You nodded, your heart racing. “Yes, Lando. I really do.”

Before either of you could say another word, you moved forward, cupping his face gently. And then, without thinking, you kissed him. It was soft at first, full of hesitation, but then the tension between you melted away, and it deepened—one of those perfect, unexpected moments you never saw coming but always wanted.

When you pulled away, Lando’s face was flushed, his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. But then, the corners of his mouth lifted in a grin.

“So… this is real?” he asked, his voice playful now.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling back at him. “This is real.”

Thank you for reading!

[reignpage]

Hi reign! Your Eden AU is everything to me 🙏 I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing mundane things about the boys and their readers? Something like the way they take their tea or what their night/morning routines are. I love the idea of knowing their characters more outside of their relationships 🩷

morning routine:

Gojo

Wake up early cause of his alarm, he has some morning classes and lecturs, doesn't go to them Goes back to sleep Wakes up in the afternoon Does some work if he feels like it, never really needs to revise, he's pretty smart Breakfast is pancakes and lots and lots of syrup, just whatever's in the pantry, or he'll go eat donuts, it's actually so bad Best believe, he'll start eating greens when he gets with reader

Reader

wakes up late too hates waking up hates the sun hates everything but forces herself to go to her lectures and classes, just don't talk to her (not that anyone does) won't eat breakfast, doesn't believe it in, think it's Big Cereal at work but is very healthy apart from that, eats a big lunch and likely goes back to sleep if her afternoon is free

Geto

often doesnt sleep at all cause he's kept up by nightmares and artistic ideas he just needs to put to paper doesn't eat breakfast, maybe drinks tea cause he's sophisticated like that somestimes goes off to ride on his motorcycle at 5am if he's feeling very restless or heads off to the garage to work on his bikes or get some business done

Reader

wakes up early, like 7am with the sun meditates eats acai bowls if she can be bothered does some reading, listens to true crime podcasts goes to every class and lecture goes to some societyes like book club and crocheting

Choso

asleep all day sometimes that's why he doesn't go to class, it's cause he's asleep he also likes to go home sometimes and just hang out with Yuji, sometimes steals him away from kindergarten paints a lot, just very angsty and emo does that thing where he hangs around a brick wall, leans against it all mysterious and smokes or goes to skateparks breakfast is a cig that's how he gets his abs frfr

Reader

wakes up pretty late likes to just paint whilst listening to music might visit some art galleries or go for brunch with her friends but most of the time she's in the art building in a studio's she's booked really getting lost in her art sometimes likes to bike around campus and say hi to people (she's actually pretty popular because of her general cheerful disposition) breakfast is something quick like toast or a bagel she buys from a local deli

Toji

hates waking up early but has to do it anyways goes for a morning run around 6am maybe shoots some hoops or whatever you call it idk sports and then goes back to sleep gets up late in the afternoon doesn't go to class very often has to maintain a certain grade and attendance but when you're a friend of Sukuna, well... breakfast is healthy bowl of fruit boiled eggs protein shake

Reader

wakes up at a normal time goes to every class and lecture so she wakes up when she needs to spends a lot of time just doing work and making applications but she puts on the recent voicemails from her Insider's Line as white noise and if she hears something really juicy then her attention gets taken away and she focuses on that breakfast is a candy bar or popcorn, she just can't be bothered to eat healthy cause that means going to the store and it's so far away (it's a five minute walk)

Nanami

wakes up early, 7am every day drinks coffee during weekdays tea on weekends/holidays peppermint or green tea to be specific reads newspapers, goes on every news platforms and reads up on current events likes to read any new scientific publication listens to podcasts (doesn't really listen to music) on his commute makes a healthy, balanced breakfast if he has time but most times he doesnt cause there's always just so much work to do

Reader

sleeps through every alarm has to be shaken away grumpy in the morning needs her coffee which is just full of sugar that's her breakfast doesn't go to her morning lectures unless it's the ones she shares with Nanami has one class with him and that's the only one she has 100% attendance, until now.... she only listens to upbeat songs in the morning so she can get pumped up

Sukuna

wakes up early goes to basketball practice goes to the gym does his homework catches up on family news and affairs, goes to family meetings and business trips etc etc attends classes when he's free or if the topic interests him but generally speaking you shouldn't expect him there eats a balanced breakfast, same as Toji cause he is an athelete and he believes his body is a temple and yada yada yada

Reader

Wakes up early too Has lots of work She has to meet the trustees or investors or potential students has to file this, fill out that, write this and so on and so forth not to mention being a law student and the buttload of readings to do very diligent though gets it all done somehow she goes to campus even if she has no classes very much from 9am to midnight and sometimes even past that if there's just a lot to do stays in the library all day breakfast is something quick like toast but she often doesn't have time to and just eats granola bars she gets from the canteen

night routine

Gojo

parties all night and if he's not partying then he's watching movies and shows gets takeaway for dinner sometimes he does have to go to the family and do some traditional bs like pray for their ancestors or something hatessss that but loves seeing his grandpa (the patriarch) tho sleeps around 2am, later if he's at a party sometimes he's not in a mood to party, he just likes the noise

Reader

watches true crime documentaries to unwind drinks some concoction she calls tea maybe smokes some dried rose petals or something goes to the hospital as often as she can goes to sleep at a good time but will be on her phone for a while also the type who needs to masturbate to sleep lol

Geto

doesn't really sleep again drives around or works out angstily stays up last in the studio, likes to shoulder the burden of closing and wrapping up so his employees can go ahead also likes to just go through his mail and dms for next pro bono case eats lots of meat, like steak tbh sometimes when he's extra bored, he'll actually attend a party with gojo and Nanami's reader regrets it very quickly though so they often just go out in the streets or sits on the roof and shares a cig

Reader

does face masks drinks tea salad and salmon type of girl watches true crime documentaries maybe does some drawing and painting or reads a book by the window very chill very classy clean girl energy fr

Choso

up all night paints vandalises private property listens to metal forgets to eat sometimes has to do family business stuff but he's usually allowed to sit out or just no directly participates they sometimes leave him to take care of the kids sometimes likes to hang around reader's place like Edward Cullen

Reader

Often with friends at night doing movie marathons or having dinner pretty social sometimes gets stuck in the art building she falls asleep as she's painting and she's been locked in a couple times has even gotten friendly with the groundskeeper comes home late sleeps pretty soon after that

Toji

sleeps at a decent time knows the importance of getting his sleep goes to parties like maybe 3-4 times a week sleeps with at least one girl a day tbh sometimes can't sleep, in which case he'll be at the gym or shooting hoops again likes to go see his brother when he can eats healthy again boiled chicken and salad or something equally depressing

Reader

sleeps late writes a lot reads a lot scrolls on her phone feeling a little envious of all the fun people are having when she was dating her bf, she'd always have to wait up for him cause he gets really drunk and doesn't know how to get home and she felt a lot of dread at him coming over and expecting sex but now she's just living her best life getting all the good sex she deserves with toji even goes to parties with him now

Nanami

Sleeps late cause of all the work he has to do eats pizza if Haibara's ordered in but prefers homemade meals reads until he feels sleepy pretty boring tbh unless he needs to jerk off cause his reader was especially bold that day

Reader

sleeps late parties all night sometimes she's all partied out and in which case she watches true crime docs with her sister or horror movies and sequels and complains about everything they go home pretty often too to go see their parents online shops until dawn sometimes very messy no routine

Sukuna

sleeps late sometimes doesn't sleep at all creeps around night like Batman goes to parties just to sneer at the drunk people also likes to cause trouble if he's bored so he'll make some guys fight or put something in the way so they'll trip and fall just likes to push people around him maybe tries to steal a girl's virginity or something eats pretty normal Uraume always makes sure he gets his 5 a day

Reader

sleeps late also sometimes doesn't get any sleep if she's very very busy or very very stressed stays up late dreaming of all the ways she can make her enemies suffer she's so me fr also stalks people online cause she likes to know what's happening around campus eats healthy tho lays out her outfit for the next day journals has a minute by minute schedule

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: world's cutest couple | kgv

summary | in the middle of lunch with his friends, gyuvin gets a text from your best friend saying that he needs to come to the library because you’re sobbing uncontrollably and she can’t get you to stop.

genre | kim gyuvin x gn!reader, fluff, university!au, there’s like fake angst

wc | 1.1k

a/n: hehe heeee heheeheeee

ft kep1 youngeun

USUALLY, when Gyuvin ate with friends, he tended to ignore his phone until the meal was over. He felt like it was rude to ignore his friends for the sake of whatever was happening online, and whatever people had to say to him could wait.

That didn’t mean he didn’t check his notifications, though. If there was an emergency, he would miss it, and that likely wouldn’t end well.

So, when he gets a text from Youngeun, your best friend, who never texted him, he automatically assumes the worst. As far as he was aware, the two of you were supposedly sitting in the library, studying for the test you had in your general psychology class. You were supposed to be there all day, no exceptions, even when he’d begged you to come hang out with him that night.

Obviously, he was going to read it. If Youngeun was texting him, something was happening.

‘Hey man,’ the text began, ‘hope I’m not interrupting anything.’

The typing bubble popped up in the corner of Gyuvin’s screen, and he started to filter out whatever Ricky and Matthew were talking about in favor of focusing on whatever Youngeun was about to tell him. ‘Your partner is crying uncontrollably in this study room and I can’t get them to stop. Please help. 3rd floor room 316.’

Immediately assuming the worst, Gyuvin hopped up from his chair, slinging his jacket over his shoulders. Ricky and Matthew looked up at them, halting their conversation when Gyuvin went to pick up his bag.

“What’s up?” Ricky asked, tilting his head. “Everything good?”

“Something’s up with [First],” Gyuvin replied, pushing his chair in. “Gonna go see what’s up. Sorry, guys.”

“No problem, man,” Matthew replied, shaking his head. “Hope everything’s okay.”

With that, he was half-jogging out of the dining hall, cringing at the temperature change when he walked outside. There was a light breeze that accompanied the setting sun, and he wasn’t wearing enough layers to fight off the chill it brought.

As he fast-walked to the library, Gyuvin’s mind began to wander from bad to worse, wondering what in the world could’ve gotten you going. You hadn’t turned in any big essays recently, nor had you applied for an internship that you could’ve been rejected by—so, he started to fear the worst. Maybe your cat at home, who he hadn’t been able to meet yet, had died, or maybe your childhood friend was diagnosed with cancer—it had to be something not good.

Gyuvin was so stressed out that he bypassed the elevator, walking straight towards the awful stairs that would lead him to the third floor. He practically ran up them, skipping two or three stairs at a time as his heart practically pounded out of his chest. When he finally made it to the room Youngeun said you were in, he threw the door open, panting from the amount of ground he’d covered in maybe 3 minutes.

Youngeun was sitting across from you at a table, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. She looked exasperated, a vein practically popping from her forehead. You, on the other hand, were face down on the desk, obviously crying from the way you jerked every couple of seconds.

Gyuvin wasted no time in walking in, dropping his bag next to the door and rushing towards you. He knelt next to you so his head would be level with yours, resting a hand on your back as comfortingly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, to which you sat up. Your face was red and puffy and tears were bunched in your eyes, dripping down your face and onto your shirt. Before Gyvuin could do anything else, you shoved your phone into his face.

On the screen was an Instagram post, from a popular account among students at your university. They posted anonymous comments from the student body, most of which were positive, and a vast majority were quite funny. He’d followed it himself, but he wasn’t exactly checking every single post they made.

“What—what’s this?”

“Read it,” you choked out, slamming your head down on the desk again. Gyuvin grabbed the phone from your hands, scanning over the black text in front of him.

‘There’s a couple I always see around campus that are soooo cute. Like, seriously, the world’s cutest couple. They’re campus celebrities to my friends and me, and we (not creepily) take pictures every time we see them together. The next slide is our favorite picture of them.’

Curious, Gyvuin swiped, and a small gasp escaped from his lips. It was a picture of the two of you from about two months ago, during a small university festival that had become a tradition over the years. Quite frankly, it was a very beautiful picture of the two of you—and a moment he was glad to see someone captured. Ricky had picked up a water gun and began spraying both of you, to which Gyuvin had picked you up to use you as a shield. You were laughing and so was he, and all he could think about was how beautiful you looked in the picture.

Then, when you let out a dejected sob, he realized what he was here for. “You’re crying over this?” he asked. You picked yourself up from the table again, sniffling and looking at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen.

“They called us the cutest couple in the world, Gyuvin,” you said. The moment you got that out, you hiccuped, holding back another loud cry. “And the picture. Oh my god, the picture.”

“It’s a nice picture,” he agreed, putting his hands on your cheeks. “I’m glad you’re so moved by the truth, honey.”

Youngeun snorted, spinning her pen in her hand. “Yeah, the truth. Sure.”

Gyuvin would have to comment and ask for them to send him the picture later. For now, though, he had to stop your crying and make sure you didn’t waste a bunch of your “precious” study time crying over something that he already knew.

thank you for reading !

tags: @happysmileybee @wtfhyuck

[icypenguin]

Ok so can I request the sbg x wony reader but instead of SHES THE ONE AND ONLY SEO CHANGBIN FROM SKZ (she can beat ass.. and can pick ben with one arm :3

⋆ ˚｡ Pretty Phantom Breaker ⋆౨ৎ˚

cw: limping, running away from phantoms, thoughts of broken bones (that’s all i guess??)

a/n: HIHIHI AND OFCCC! but.. i dunno if this is how u expected T-T i hope i got your idea right and personalities right too.. i’m not really in that side of socials BUT DW DW GOTCHUUU anyway this is a platonic relationship with the sbg gang!!! hope you like itttt!

divider credits: @iluvrei @dollywons

to everyone’s eyes, you were known to be a clean, healthy, pretty and feminine girl. everyone always appreciate you for that. In school or literally anywhere, you’re always the one who soreads positive energy, and that’s what the gang loves you about.

you’re always focusing on a healthy life style (even if every night you’re teleported into some other realm) which makes it beneficial for the gang. They sometimes wonder, how can you be so positive even if it sounds like it’s the end for them?

“hey y/n, can you recommend me any blush? I’ve been seeing people use this like.. lisptick blush thing? i dunno what that is.. but it sounds cool!” you and taylor was sitting besides eachother on a bench, waiting for the others to finish class since you finished your work sooner. “ah! rare beauty? yes that’s a popular one nowadays! i do recommend you buying one of it since it comes in many different shade! it’s really useful, you can use it as a gloss and a blush!” picking up your phone to show the pictures of the different shade, the others were finally back.

“ughh i hate maths.. so booringgg…” complained aiden as he rolled his eyes. “well.. i suggest you to pay more attention in class rather than making paper airplanes” ashlyn stays in a monotone tone while logan, ben, and tyler ignored them.

taylor whispered a “thanks!” before moving on to the next topic, “well, took you guys long enough to finish that 5 kindergarten riddle” she joked while grabbing her bag in action to go home. “if it weren’t for that moron, we would NOT be take this long… burden pfft-“ tyler frowned, not making eye contact with anyone except him. “well- friends stay together right? they wait for eachother!” the others groaned as aiden pulled out this ‘friendship line’.

soon, you all started to walk to the main entrance while chit chatting random stuffs. you noticed aiden got closer, meaning he wanted to ask you something. “y/n, is it true that broccoli are better than sausages?” he stared with a curious look on his face. “well ofcourse, it’s better to eat broccoli everyday than to eat sausages everyday..” you smiled and gave him a thumbsup. “awwh man, i love wieners…” hearing that response, you laughed along with taylor whose heard your conversation.

! time skip phantom realm !

somehow, the phantoms were chasing the whole gang… thanks to aiden’s loud shout i guess.. “ugh did you really have to scream that loud to safe your darling ashlyn!?” tyler seemed irritated by how aiden was acting. “it’s called friendship okay!? just like how you protect taylor-“ he fired back the comment back to tyler and it kept going on and on. their bickering kept on continuing until- “wait- ben!? where’s ben!?” taylor was looking around, checking everyone but seeing no sign of ben near them. suddenly, everyone’s attention has been spotlighted to ben, who was in the back, trying to catch up.

when you studied closer to see ben’s anatomy, you noticed he was limping. soon, everyone noticed this wound of ben and aiden, who does not think first, decided to run back to ben “ah-! ben- wait for me-!”

ofcourse he tried to help ben but only ended up with them walking slower. as the phantoms were getting closer and everyone’s heart was beating as fast as ever, hoping they would be safe, you did what you had to did. rushing towards both men who’s being chased by a bunch of phantoms, you lifted them one in each of your arm. you didn’t really like to show this side of you, but what choices are there?

ofcourse, they were shocked to see how the feminine you- is able to carry 2 guys in a blink of an eye. “whatthe-“ tyler exclaimed in a shocked and unbelievable tone, while the others just stare at you speechless.

meanwhile ben and aiden was taken aback by the sudden lift, aiden adapted quickly and cheered you on “go go go! go y/n!” ben was just giving up his whole body on you and trusted you on his life.

as you rushed forward to the gang, the phantoms were catching speed of you too. but luckily, you catched up to them and you all managed to get into the base or the bus graveyard.

“phew that was rough…” panting while dropping those two men softly on the ground, the others stared at you with wide eyes, suprised by your skill. “what. was. that.” tyler shot back from his thoughts and stared at you. “that was so cool, y/n.. i didn’t know you can do that..!” logan admired you while having a happy and amused face. “aww thanks guys… i thought you’ll be weirded by it..” you rubbed the back of your neck while looking down, not used to have compliments by this skill of yours. “no way! you saved their life!” taylor gives you a pat on the back as a supportive sign. too, ashlyn got into the conversation “it’s honestly a relief for all of us…” she handed you a bottle of water for you to finally calm yourself down.

meanwhile the others were all fine, aiden and ben both thanked you before healing ben’s leg that logan thought can be of broken bone. tyler, at the corner, was scoffing. he had a high hope of becoming the strongest one in the group and he even thought he was! but i guess.. more suprises for him?

“aww tylerrr, don’t be so busteddd~” taylor laughed at her brother being to irritated and jelous. “w-what!? i’m not!” he barked back at taylor while having a clear jealous look on his face. “pfft yeah? than it’s no matter if i call you weak?” tyler then started chasing taylor as he wanted revenge.

you felt something tap your shoulder, ashlyn was looking at the corner to a phantom that.. successfully entered the base outta nowhere. “do you think you can break it?” she asked you with full trust.

maybe.. maybe you can be a phantom breaker champion?

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

[ineedhaikyu]

Inspirational Drabble

Summary: The match between Inarizaki and Karasuno is about to start! The crowd was buzzing with excitement, ready to cheer their hearts out for their favorite team. As everyone prepared themselves, one person couldn't help but torment himself. Luckily, Asahi didn't have to drown in his self-deprecating thoughts as someone became a lifeline.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Spoilers from the manga, especially chapters 248 and 249! A lot of fluff. Inspired by the picture above!

Asahi tried his best to breathe as normal as he could. He had to stay calm, not just for his sake but for his team’s sake. All of their hard work paved their way all the way to Nationals.

Out of habit, Asahi traced the kanji of person (人) on his palm before swallowing it. It might look like a silly routine but it helped. Though for some reason, he wasn't as nervous as he usually was. They're playing against Inarizaki, one of the top favorites to win this whole thing.

Yet, here he was hoping to catch another glimpse of his opponents before the match officially started. Specifically, the girl that brought a storm of warm emotions inside his stomach. (L/N) (Y/N), Inarizaki's manager, the girl he met just yesterday but already made her way into his fast beating heart.

The eagerness to see her again began this morning when he woke up in the very shirt she gifted him. It wasn't just the fabric that kept him warm but the feelings he had for (Y/N) as well. It almost seemed to good to be true but once he replayed the conversations and read their texts from yesterday, Asahi could honestly believe that (Y/N) wasn't just his dream girl... She's the girl he wanted to be with.

But would she go for someone like him?

He hoped so and if not... Well, a guy could dream, right?

"On a different topic entirely," Suga began as everyone finished changing into their alternate uniforms. "I saw a girl carrying an Atsumu fan earlier. Is he an idol now?!"

"Actually, he pretty much is for high school volleyball. The Inarizaki team garners a different kind of popularity than Itachiyama." Coach Ukai explained. "They have a solid core of talent and a wide array of spectacular, crowd-pleaser plays. That makes them the ultimate contenders."

"We do see them getting interviewed on TV a lot too." Suga pointed out.

Asahi confirmed with a nod. "(Y/N) mentioned yesterday how they're always being interviewed by multiple reporters and journalists."

"Oh?" Suga smirked up at him. "Was this on your date yesterday?"

"N-No. We were just talking." He defended though he couldn't do anything to hide the stutter in his voice. "She even told me she once got interviewed."

"Woah, really? That's cool! I guess that's the advantage that comes with being a part of a high class powerhouse school. I mean, have you seen their cheering section? It's huge."

"And that means no one here... Not a single person in this whole crowd, thinks we have a chance."

To his and Suga's surprise, it was Daichi who voiced this sad fact. Asahi wondered if he was in an alternate dimension. Ever since last night, his friend has been wound up.

"Gah! Daichi, what's gotten into you?!" Suga shouted. "Pull it together, man!"

Asahi was just about to say something similar when he saw Daichi lips turn into a smile. His eyes gleamed with determination as he said, "Now I'm fired up!"

The two third-years sighed in relief, knowing they had nothing to worry about as their captain was back to normal.

"It's about time you snapped back to yourself, Daichi." Suga commented.

Asahi nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You've been awfully quiet since last night. Meek, even."

"H-Hey! I-I was focusing."

~

The moment Daichi opened the doors to the main arena everyone was blown away at the sheer intensity the crowd produced. The lights of the gym shined like mini suns above his head. The gleam of the laminated floor looked untouched, almost spotless. It was enticing, begging to be played on.

Then there was the crowd. Asahi can easily see their supporters standing behind their signature black banner, sporting their signature orange colors. It was a welcoming sight.

The warm reassuring feeling quickly left his body when he looked at Inarizaki's section. They had triple the amount of fans Karasuno had, not to mention they even had cheerleaders and a marching band. It almost made Shiratorizawa cheer section tiny in comparison.

Asahi clenched his fist tightly and took another deep breath to calm down his nerves. Though the Inarizaki's marching band wasn't helping his case at all.

Suddenly, the crowd cheered loudly and Asahi took this as a sign that their opponents have made their appearance. Which means-

(Y/N) walked next to Inarizaki's coach, looking unbothered by the amount of fans cheering for her team. The smile on her face was enough to calm his nerves from her intimidating teammates. Even from the other side of the court, his eyes met with her (E/C) ones. The connection was instant as they smiled at one another.

"Aran!!"

"Atsumu!!"

"Osamu!!"

"Okay." DU-DUM! "Let's go." Daichi's voice could barely be heard over the marching band's drums.

So he tried again. "I said, let's-" WAAAA!!

This time it was the cheerleaders' collective cheering.

Asahi watched as Daichi grew frustrated with the crowd's interference. So much so that the captain yelled from the top of his lungs, "LET'S!! GO!!"

"Yeah!!"

~

Official Warm-Ups

(Y/N) felt her heart lurch against her chest when she saw Asahi again. She felt a bit silly with how happy Karasuno's ace makes her, especially when they spoke to each other just a few minutes ago.

She shook those thoughts from her head. Now was not the time to daydream about Asahi.

'Focus! Your team needs you!' Thought her brain. 'Don’t get distracted!'

'But Asahi's so cute. He’s such a gentle giant.' Her heart argued. 'Omg, his biceps look amazing! Just imagine having those strong arms wrapped around you and having him lean down to kiss-'

'STOP! Now is NOT the time to think about that! At least, wait till AFTER the match is over.' Her brain tried to reason.

'Fine…' Her heart relented to her brain’s demand but it only took one more glance before crumbling once again. 'Those broad shoulders though… Asahi is literally hot guy status.'

“(Y/N)!”

“Yes, Coach?”

“It’s the twins' turn to warm-up and you know how superstitious they are. You know what to do, right?"

"Yes, sir."

She caught the ball with ease and made her way to where Atsumu and Osamu were waiting for her.

Ever since the Miya twins joined the club, they began a silly little routine of her tossing the ball for Atsumu to set to his brother. The first time was during the twins' first appearance playing for Inarizaki. Usually, the coach or assistant coach would do the tosses during warm-ups, but at the time they were occupied which led her to do the toss for them. Atsumu was perfect with his set and Osamu effortlessly spiked the ball. From then on, they demanded, Atsumu more than Osamu, for her to toss for them in future warm-ups, claiming she had the lucky touch.

(Y/N) smiled to herself at the memory. She didn't believe in luck but she went along with it. For two years, she tossed them the ball in each official warm-up and now that this was her last year with them... Well, they weren't going to change tradition now.

"You guys ready?" She asked them, tossing the volleyball up and down.

"Heck yeah!" Atsumu answered excitedly. He held up his hand for her to high-five. "No way are we going to lose."

(Y/N) laughed as her hand connected with his. She turned her attention on Osamu, the small pout on his lips was enough to know what was on his mind.

"The faster we win the match, the quicker we can go out to eat. I'll even treat you to dessert. How does that sound, 'Samu?"

With the promise of food, the twin straightened up and high-fived her. His eyes sparkled with joy. "Let's show these guys what Nationals is all about."

With both twins looking eager to start, (Y/N) stepped back and stood next to the net as the twins also went to their positions. Without meaning to, she looked over at Karasuno's players and internally smirked when all eyes were waiting to see the twins in action.

After counting to three, (Y/N) tossed the ball in a beautiful arch as it made its way to Atsumu's waiting hands. Not surprisingly, the ball was set perfectly for Osamu to spike strongly.

"Nice kill!" She told them, her chest swelling with pride.

"One more!" Osamu called out.

(Y/N) raised a brow and was about to ask why when she saw both twins sharing a look.

"Alright, last one!"

Tossing the ball one more time, (Y/N) watched as the twins jumped in unison and her smile grew when she witnessed Osamu displaying his setting skills for Atsumu to spike.

"Ha! Ha! Super body and soul switch time delayed spike!"

'If only they could find a better name for that move...'

Despite the move they just did wasn't a delayed spike, it still made the crowd go crazy, screaming several compliments.

After the twins waved to their fans, they made their way to her.

"How was that, (Y/N)-senpai?! It looked cool, didn't it?!" Atsumu bombarded, looking for her praise more than anything (as if the crowd's praises weren't enough for him).

"Amazing as always, Miyas!" She complimented them as she clapped both of their shoulders before making them lean down to her level. "What's your reason for doing that move?"

Atsumu looked smug while Osamu answered her. "We have to prove the other team what we're all about."

"Uh-huh..." (Y/N) raised a brow looking unconvinced with his answer. "Now give me the real reason."

The twins looked at each other and (Y/N) wondered if twin telepathy was real because a few seconds later Atsumu sighed before replying, "To intimidate that crush of yours. He kept starin' at you when you weren't lookin'. It's creepy."

Osamu lifted his head for a second before crouching back down. "He's still starin'."

"Oh my god, you guys. I appreciate you caring for me but focus on what's important, okay? Right now, in your eyes, Asahi is your opponent so just view him as that and nothing more."

And with that, (Y/N) gave the twins another pat on their shoulders before making her way to the bench. Unbeknownst to her, the twins didn't take her advice to heart. Instead, they focused on something else.

"Did ya notice how she's on a first name basis with that guy, 'Tsumu?"

The twin nodded as he placed his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing on Karasuno's #3 from across the net. "They literally met yesterday, 'Samu! How did that samurai guy make an impression on our manager?!"

Osamu shrugged his shoulders because the answer was a mystery to him as well. "You're just jealous that (Y/N) likes him."

Atsumu whipped his head to glare at his brother. "AM NOT!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

Osamu sighed, not wanting to continue this argument. "Whatever. We still have to beat them."

"Without question. If he can't beat us then he has no right to even talk to (Y/N)-senpai." Atsumu declared.

"Agreed."

The twins took one more look at Karasuno's ace, making a mental note to pay special attention on the guy… and crush him.

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National Spring Volleyball Tournament, Round 2

Hyogo Prefecture Rep: Inarizaki High School (3rd Appearance Straight, 31 Appearances Overall)

Versus

Miyagi Prefecture Rep: Karasuno High School (1st Appearance in 5 Years, 9th Appearance Overall)

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It was time. Both teams stood on either side of the court, every member held a sense of seriousness as they tried to make themselves as imposing as possible.

At the sound of the referee's whistle, every emotion seemed to jump to another level. Asahi's hands fidgeted anxiously. Call it paranoia but he felt like he was wearing a large target. It looked like everyone wearing a black Inarizaki uniform were glaring daggers at him. He hoped it was just his imagination.

Then there was (Y/N) by the sidelines. Even from afar, he could see the excitement in her eyes. She looked so angelic with that smile of hers. He felt a wave of relief when he recalled how much support she gave him the day before.

"I’m not saying you should just get over yourself because we all have experienced some level of negative emotion in our lives, right? And it’s not as easy as turning a page in a book. Trust me I know. So believe me when I say this, it’s okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, you’ll find solace in someone."

Asahi felt his spirits lifted when he thought about (Y/N)'s words. Solace... She didn't know it but that was what she became to him. Her words gave her comfort and alleviated all the strangling roots of anxiety that surrounded him. He smiled to himself at the memory. It was enough to fall for her all over again.

After mentally counting to three, both members of the Karasuno and Inarizaki team bowed down to each other and yelled, "Here's to a good game!"

Asahi's feet moved automatically to where the coaches were standing. His heart was still beating like crazy. His nerves were still going crazy because in a few seconds they were about to play a high caliber team that were the people's favorite to win this whole thing.

That's when Takeda-sensei came to the rescue and provided the much needed words of wisdom. Asahi listened as his head coach spoke, "You know... Two months ago, during the qualifier finals, no one thought we could beat Shiratorizawa either." A bright smile accompanied as he continued, "What say we surprise everyone again!"

"YEAH!!" They shouted in unison with Hinata and Nishinoya jumping with joy.

It was time for the announcer's to present to the crowd the starting lineup. Asahi took a deep breath as he waited for his name to be announced. Not wanting to look any more nervous that he actually is (and to hide away his fidgety hands), Asahi crossed his arms and tried to look brave.

Physically, he looked intimidating. Mentally... Well, it went something like this:

'Daichi's right. Nobody's paying any attention to us. I don't have to be nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. I'm not nervous at all. Nobody's looking at me. That means I effectively don't even exist!'

With a furrowed brow, Asahi quickly shook his head at the thought.

'Wait, no. Now that I think about it, that was going too far. Heck, it was pretty sad!'

And of course his friends noticed how quiet he became.

"Asahi. Get over here." Daichi called, his voice full of authority and masking the slight anxiety he had. He didn't need his ace player to go down the rabbit hole before the match even started.

Suga couldn't help but laugh as he said, "I don't have to be a mind reader to know there's something laughable on your mind right now."

Daichi narrowed his eyes at Asahi. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it! That's an order!"

It was scary how frightening Daichi can get.

"I-I wasn't thinking a-anything bad." He defended through stutters. "At least... Not anymore."

Before Daichi could reprimand his ace, Suga cuts in with a slap on his shoulder and said, "Hey, don't make it obvious but (Y/N)-san has her eyes on you."

All the thoughts from a moment ago disappeared instantly at the idea of his crush paying attention to him. It gave him a new sense of motivation to play the best that he could. Volleyball was something he was good at, like really good, and (Y/N) took notice of his skills from yesterday's match. If he could impress her even more then maybe... He has a chance.

"Let's win this match and then win some more!" Asahi declared as he made his way to his assigned position. His aura was slowly but surely glowing with confidence.

Daichi and Suga sighed in relief as their ace finally looked mentally ready to play.

"Tell me the truth, Suga, was (Y/N)-san actually looking at Asahi when he wasn't looking?" Daichi asked his vice-captain.

Suga grinned. "Come on, Daichi. Just like I don't have to be a mind reader with Asahi, I don't need to be a psychic with (Y/N)-san. Those two are perfect for each other. Just you wait, a confession is going to happen in the future. Mark my words."

Daichi could only sigh at his friend's words but he didn't say anything against Suga's prediction. Even he could see the effects the pretty Inarizaki manager has on his gentle giant of an ace. He wouldn't be surprised if they kept in touch after all of this is over.

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Little did anyone know, this wasn't going to be the last day for Inarizaki's manager to be a part of their lives, especially in Asahi's.

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Next: Chapter Four