#I promise I am doing well mentally!! This is just painting practice n I had a vision! Also I make weird stuff when sick :]

[freezinglemur]

"I Feel like I'm rotting..."

> You practically are. It is a wonder you are functional at all. You try not to think about it.

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Home Calls The Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: one

Word Count: 7.2k+

rating: T (mentions of death, depression/mental illness, past abuse and neglect, and reader’s height is briefly alluded to)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Ch.2

Author’s Note: New at this so go easy on me please. 🥺 Probably one of the few times I will ever use an unnamed Y/N. I’m not very used to writing in this format, but I am too lazy to think up a good name as I intended for this to be a one-shot. Though I am awful at one-shots …so this may end up in 2-3 parts. This came from a prompt I wish I could credit but can’t find now, about hybrid Bangtan “adopting” a human that Taehyung brings home. This was originally meant to be a funny and strictly fluffy take on the prompt, but evolved into this somewhat angsty mess. Apologies. Still fluffy though, I promise.

It had been one week. One week without Choi Han-Gyeol, and the boys were still very much in mourning. It hurt when so much of their lives had been intertwined with the man’s, and so much of him still lingered everywhere around the farm. They could no longer hear the sharp cackles over his own jokes, but the ugly painting of a morose clown he had bought on a whim from the bizarre still hung in the living room. Not even three weeks ago he had affixed it to the wall, near the mantel decorated in photos of the boys through the years. Jimin took one look at the clown’s sunken cheeks, droopy eyes and quivering lips, declared it a monstrosity, and then demanded it come down.

But Han-Gyeol or Gramps as he preferred they called him, made a remark about how he would leave it up, because with the portrait hanging there, he wouldn’t have to go down the hall to look in the mirror. Joking at his own expense was one of his specialities. Jin had picked up his sense of corny humor from years of close exposure, and the boys groaned over each of the duo’s lame puns or terrible one-liners.

Now it was different, though. Jin hadn’t even attempted a joke since the day before they lost their guardian—Gramps never cared for being referred to as their owner or master, a habit easier to break for some of them than others. The funeral was a pretty swift process, thanks to the meticulous instructions the old man had left behind. Apparently he had been planning for the inevitability for a while, likely since his health started to take a serious decline.

He brushed them off when they cast him worried gazes, practically growling like a hybrid himself when they hovered too much or tried to discreetly take on more of his house chores. He hated being coddled and said he would rather keep his dignity and some semblance of independence.

Han-Gyeol had no children, just some scattered great-nephews and a great-niece. None of them contested the will, leaving everything to his hybrids. Then again, the old guy was smart. On paper, it looked like all he’d really had left at the end was a farm in the middle of nowhere, one his family had never visited.

In reality, the eccentric geezer had amassed quite the fortune in late adulthood thanks to his peanut shelling company. He sold to candy factories around the world and made a killing from that alone, never mind all the well-made investments over the last decade. The farm, he told them, was a purchase made from nostalgia, wanting to reconnect to his country bumpkin roots. It later became a safe haven to every hybrid he found or rescued and let stay with him.

Jungkook, the one who had found him collapsed in the field—a heart attack, they learned later—was holed up in Gramps’ bedroom, surrounded by his things and the fragrance clinging heavily to the air that the boys jokingly called his “foxy grandpa” perfume, because he wore it when he wanted to go out on the town and leave an impression.

Everywhere he looked, everyone was so sad. So…defeated. Taehyung was no exception. He was just as devastated by the heartbreak of losing the only human most of them had ever really been able to trust.

Gramps swept into his life on a muggy summer day when he was just a pup. At the time, he was about to be carted off to who knows where by Hybrid Control officers. The family who had purchased him to be a playmate to their young daughter—who’d quickly gotten bored with him in favor of a colossal dollhouse—could no longer keep him.

They were losing their house and a lot of possessions, including the six-year old puppy hybrid who didn’t understand why his owner’s parents were arguing, tears streaming down the woman’s face. The little girl, a child of nine, seemed less affected right up until her parents started separating toys she could keep and those that would have to be sold. You tended to lose everything when you got caught embezzling millions, not that he knew that at the time. He was scared, confused, and no one was paying him any attention.

When they finally noticed him watching from the corner of their daughter’s playroom, the decision to send him with Hybrid Control wasn’t a drawn out one at all. They regarded him with dispassion, and the tall man in a gold and black uniform reached for his wrist to pull him away.

Taehyung couldn���t say he was overly attached to the family. The parents cooed at him when they took him from his littermates and parents, stuck a bow on his head and dressed him up in the most expensive outfit he had ever owned, and presented him to their daughter on her birthday.

Then that was that. From then on they mostly treated him like a discarded teddy bear that had been left on the floor and needed to be put away, regardless of the fact that he talked, ate and was, as he’d always been told by his family and the woman who owned his parents, a very good boy.

The girl he was meant to grow up with, his person, his noona, barely looked up when they carried a wriggling Taehyung out, frantically reaching for her. Sure, she was bossy, changed her mind about what game they should play so much it made his head spin. Sure she never listened to what he wanted to do, and actually stripped him down to force him to put on clothes she liked better for the sake of her imaginary games, depending on the role she gave him. Sure she wasn’t…perfect, but that didn’t matter to him.

His parents had told him having an owner would be a wonderful thing, and of all their pups, he deserved a good home. They told him he would know his person right away, love them, and that the right human would cherish him.

The pup had often wondered, another expensive bobble in the big house with this distant family who brought him there, if he was doing something wrong. Because none of them inspired the feeling his parents told him about. Still, they were his home. His first real home that was meant to be his. And he must have been a bad boy to lose it.

Through all his crying, and pleading, and promises that he would be good from then on, a better boy than he ever was before, the humans gave him the same blank face they always had, ready to let the hybrid control officer drag him away. Then, they took a look at him, and their eyes widened. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, a whimper died in his throat. Were they changing their mind? Seeing that he was worth keeping after all? “Wait, we’d like his collar back.” The husband had said, all business. The collar they had bestowed on him was a bit heavy, and very flashy. Custom made and encrusted with quite a few jewels. When he doubted his place in their family, thought about wandering off to find someone who actually wanted to play with him and cuddle at night with him, he looked down at the accessory.

Surely they wouldn’t spend so much money getting it for him if they didn’t love him. His mother told him his human would love him so much, they’d shower him with nice things and kind words, stroke his belly when he was sad, and throw his favorite ball for hours with a smile on their face. Taehyung only shifted into his puppy form by request, when their daughter wanted to put bows in his fur or the game required an actual dog (according to her whims).

Her parents didn’t like him running around as a puppy any other time, because of “pet dander” (whatever that meant). Needless to say he had never run through their huge backyard chasing his favorite ball. He had never rolled in the mud after it rained while someone sprinted behind him with the hose to try washing him off.

Once the collar was ripped off his throat, he knew he never would. This was it. They really didn’t want him. He wasn’t a bad boy, he was the worst boy, and his cries started up in earnest. Though this time, he didn’t fight, didn’t protest when hybrid control took him from the large house, ready to let them throw him into the back of their scary, dark van with its barred, tinted windows.

That was when Gramps materialized from nowhere, asserting his right as a concerned citizen to know what was happening, and told them right then and there he was going to adopt the sobbing boy. Taehyung must have looked so pitiful, ears pressed flat in his fluffy golden hair, tail drooping lower than ever before. His big watery blue eyes, the only fault for an otherwise perfect specimen of a golden retriever hybrid, shining with oncoming tears.

Gramps was an eccentric fifty-five year old man at the time, dressed tackily in tartan pants with a yellow blazer and wearing a velvet top hat. He kind of reminded Taehyung of ringleaders from the circus show he had been to once with his owner and her family.

The hybrid control officers protested about the rules, how he had just been signed over to them and anyone wanting to adopt him would have to wait for Taehyung’s intake and his ten day hold to be over. Then they could submit an application like everyone else and see if they were approved.

Taehyung quivered, his eyes pleading with this strange human who seemed like the least threatening choice, hoping he would help. And he did. With a conspiratorial smile, he took out his wallet and his phone.

Two decades later, Taehyung still wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but he ended up going home Choi Han-Gyeol, which was the best thing that could have possibly happened that day. There, he found a playmate/friend in an emperor penguin hybrid named Seokjin who’d been rescued roughly a year prior to his arrival from a carnival that wasn’t equipped to provide for him properly.

The older boy showed him the ropes, got him used to living on the farm and assured him that Gramps was a good human that could be trusted. One of the first additions he’d made to his land after acquiring Seokjin was installing a new facility where the temperature stayed subarctic at all times so he could be comfortable when he needed to escape the summer heat.

Over the years, more hybrids had joined them, coming from a variety of backgrounds. Two of his hyungs were former wild hybrids, losing their families in separate incidents due to discrimination against their species. With Gramps as the common thread that tied them together at first, they had become close. Just the eight of them, thriving in their own little corner of the world.

And then there were seven, Gramps’ ashes scattered on the rocky shores of his favorite beach, just like he wanted. He was gone. He was free. Happy as that made the dog, it didn’t stop the persistent ache in his heart. For him or for the others.

They went on, because what choice did they have? The farm animals were taken care of, the house was grudgingly cleaned, but no one had any cheer, and it was starting to take its toll. They were usually a vibrant bunch with a rowdy household. Gramps scolded now and then, but they all knew he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Hey, food’s done.” Yoongi greeted as Taehyung made his way into the kitchen. “Who’s going to be the one to drag the kid out here?”

Hoseok and Jimin, who had been quietly talking at the table, stared between each other. “Shouldn’t we let him sleep a little longer, hyung?” Jimin asked carefully. “You know he’s restless at night.”

Jungkook, their youngest, was holding himself responsible for the passing of their late owner, a burden all of them wished he would take off his shoulders. Somehow in the poor bunny’s head, he had convinced himself he could have prevented Gramps’ death. Noticed the signs of the impending heart attack sooner, or taken on more of the old man’s chores no matter how much he’d get yelled at for it.

But the reality of the situation would remain the same. The heart attack would have still happened, and no amount of wishing otherwise would have led to a different outcome. Shortly before that fateful day, they had all noticed Gramps slowing down, ever so slightly, and the change of his scent. He assured them it was a light cold, nothing more, and that he would take it easy. But deep down, each of them had known better.

Trying to give Jungkook time to work out his feelings was the plan. It had only been a week, and grief wasn’t linear anyway. They wanted to let him come to the conclusion he wasn’t to blame in his own time while offering him support.

���It’s past two in the afternoon,” Yoongi grumbled, sounding fairly annoyed, his thick tail swiping once across the floor. Of course, some of them were running low on patience. “The least he can do is get up and come eat with us, then go lay back down. But a shower probably wouldn’t kill him either.”

“He’s depressed, Yoongi. Gramps was here one minute, gone the next. And Jungkook was right there after it happened. There’s still a lot he needs to process.” Hoseok reasoned.

“Okay, well somebody go get him so he can process on a full stomach at least. Up until a week ago the bun was eating like he was in his third trimester of pregnancy, now he’s just nibbling at whatever I send up. It’s starting to piss me off to see all that food go to waste.” The words were harsh, but the three of them had been living with the mountain lion far too long not to see through the bluster. Yoongi was as worried as they all were. He sometimes made a separate meal just for Jungkook with all his favorites in an attempt to get him to eat a little bit more.

“I’ll go, hyung,” Taehyung volunteered, catching the big cat hybrid’s gaze of approval before he changed direction for the stairs. The older man said a quiet thank you, and added something about bringing the other members of their pack down if he saw them.

Taehyung ascended the creaky, spiraling staircase of the three-story farmhouse. For being such a large house, it was as cozy as a small log cabin on a winter’s eve. It never felt imposing and stuffy, like his first owners’ home had been with its air of emptiness.

This was a home Gramps had built not very long before meeting them. He liked to say he had a good intuition that all the extra space he had no use for when it was built, would be given purpose. And sure enough he found Seokjin, then Taehyung, followed by Yoongi, and the others trickled in steadily, until the big farmhouse was always loud and homey.

The third floor was mostly recreational— a game room, a movie room, even a nice home gym for Jungkook and whoever felt like joining him. The second floor housed them, their rooms close, just like they preferred.

Whoever didn’t want to sleep alone for any reason ranging from bad nightmares to general clinginess could stroll to the room across from theirs or right next door and climb into bed to snuggle down with a packmate. Gramps’ room was the only one facing the stairs, far down at the end of the hall.

Growing up, they had fun pretending they were in a cartoon, running from room to room chaotically and trying to startle Gramps by popping up from a door he didn’t expect, sometimes succeeding and sometimes getting frightened themselves (especially Hoseok and Jin).

Each step felt so heavy, and the hallway felt so long and simultaneously not long enough as the dog approached Gramps’ door, already sensing the sadness emanating from inside. Taehyung missed the Jungkook who wrestled with him and played pranks with him, even annoyed him from time to time.

They had lost Gramps and now, he really felt like they were losing themselves. It was no wonder, since he had been the only safe human for most of their lives. The world outside the farm was not as nice. They had to wear collars whenever they had a group outing, so none of them could be snatched up and carted off by hybrid control.

It reminded him of something strange Gramps had said a year or two ago, all of them outside enjoying the spring sunshine that day.

Jin set out the lunch he’d whipped up, Namjoon read in the shade while Hoseok played with Yoongi’s tail and he chased Jungkook and Jimin around.

The makane trio collapsed on top of each other in the sweet smelling grass, giggling and playfully nipping ears. He and Jimin joined together to pin Jungkook, who, despite being designated a prey hybrid, had muscles to spare. Competitive to a fault in their little games, Jungkook only stayed down for a minute before he was kicking up and falling on both of them with a triumphant laugh. Blunt teeth tugged at one of Taehyung’s floppy ears, but it didn’t hurt, the solid weight of the bunny’s strong body draped over him as he was half-lying on Jimin. When they realized this, Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled back, not wanting to accidentally be rough with their packmate’s wings. “Come on kids, time to eat.” Yoongi called. They all obediently sprinted over, nearly toppling into one another. Jin rolled his eyes good-naturedly, instructing them to use the hand sanitizer he’d brought along before accepting their meals.

As they chowed down, less than refined with no one to impress, Taehyung heard Jin ask Gramps if the food wasn’t to his liking.

“Nah, not that at all. You did a fine job like always Jinnie-boy.” The penguin preened at the compliment, his fair skin going pink. “But I’ve got a question for you boys, and I want you to answer honestly. Don’t worry about holding back on account of my feelings.”

“Why so cryptic, Gramps?” Yoongi asked, setting his chopsticks down to give the man his complete attention.

“Cause these needs saying and it’s important. I know I adopted each of you boys from some sticky situations. Some of you have spent most of your lives here. And I never was a spring chicken, but that’s beside the point I guess. I’m thinkin’ I did you a disservice, keeping you secluded here on the farm.”

“We like it here!” Jimin protested as soon as Gramps paused for a breath. His colorful wings ruffled out, indignant at the very notion that any of them could feel otherwise. “Why wouldn’t we? You provide us with all our needs, and we’re family.” Various voices joined in to agree.

“He’s right, HanGyeol-ssi.” Namjoon’s baritone cut through all of them. He hadn’t called Gramps that in ages. It was the only way he would address him for a month after arriving, but once Han-Gyeol drilled ‘Gramps’ into his head, he used the affectionate nickname as freely as the rest of them. That meant that Namjoon wanted to impress upon their elder how serious they were being. “You may not see yourself as our owner, but you’re our human. You taking us in, giving us this life, it means more than we can express.” The others dipped their heads in solemn nods. “Plus, you’re not exactly keeping us in chains. If we wanted to go, we wouldn’t be here.” A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smirked.

Gramps tipped his head back, his sharp crackle of a laugh setting everyone more at ease. “Fair enough, and I did ask for honesty, eh? Nice to know you stick around and mooch off me cause ya want to.” he teased. “But I had to ask. The world’s changing. More humans are taking their heads out of their asses these days. I hear beyond the barrier, hybrids are getting more rights every year. Soon it won’t be mandatory for them to wear collars in public if they don’t want. They’ll be able to carry identification cards.”

Taehyung’s ears twitched in interest, the others seemingly as intrigued as he was. The farm was situated just past the old barrier, one that separated the half of the city mostly inhabited by hybrids from the one with predominately human inhabitants. Nothing said humans couldn’t live amongst hybrids, or vice versa, but before any of them were born, it was decided that maybe the best way to keep the peace after the emergence of hybrids was through separation.

At least, that was until hybrids and humans could come to a better understanding. They couldn’t even come together and decide how to govern on one accord. Most humans that chose to make their home amongst the hybrid population kept to themselves, or they already had hybrids in the family whom they wanted to be comfortable. When they asked long ago what made Han-Gyeol purchase twenty acres of land in the hybrid district before he actually had hybrids, he said that hybrids always struck him as being above drama more than people. All they really wanted was peace and equality. Humans wanting to live in their district just had to pass a background check, prove they weren’t linked to any hate crimes against hybrids and hadn’t ever been convicted for abusing one.

There also wasn’t such a thing as true “ownership” of a hybrid this side of the barrier. If a human and hybrid chose each other, the process was a lot more like when a human adopted an orphaned child, or vice versa, when a hybrid adopted themselves a human family member. Things were of course much more oppressive on the human side. That’s the side all of them had suffered on.

“I know none of you have had an easy hand out there,” Gramps said, like a mind-reader, “but if you ever got the urge to set out on your own and see life beyond this farm, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Where’s this coming from?” Jin whispered. “Are we a nuisance?”

“You’ve been slacking on your chores too much for video games, Kookie.” Taehyung pretended to scold.

Jungkook’s mouth popped open as he clutched his face in silent horror, making them all laugh.

“Thanks for humoring an old man.” Gramps sighed. “Just promise me none of ya are going to sit around in the dumps when I’m gone. Find you a nice human if you decide to take in another one. Preferably a newer model with low mileage. If it’s a pretty lady, even better.” He winked, to which they all groaned. Gramps…always the jokester.

That was then and this was now, when the strange advice seemed more relevant than ever. Taehyung knocked softly, hearing Jungkook shuffle around as he more than likely sat up from the cocoon he’d made of the blankets.

Adopting a human, huh? That was all well and good to suggest, but Taehyung didn’t even know how to keep a pet. Sure, they shared the farm with some chickens, ducks, a few goats, even a horse and sheep and two pigs…but none of them were pets. The hybrids considered them just as much residents of the farm as they were. Friends. Their animal sides, even though some of them were the natural predators of the lesser animals, made them sympathetic to the barnyard creatures in a way few humans besides Gramps could be. It was absurd to think of keeping a puppy, when he was partially a dog genetically himself. A human…the member of their family they had lost was a human. And nothing and no one could ever replace their Gramps or his impact on them.

But maybe…just maybe… Taehyung thought of the gloominess that shrouded the whole house. How normally mild-mannered and patient Yoongi was more huffy than ever, how Jungkook had retreated into himself, how Jin had stopped telling jokes and all of Namjoon’s time was spent in the library or writing depressing poems…he knew what he had to do, for all of them.

He had to adopt a new human.

~~~

(Y/N) unwrapped her burger, salivating as the smell hit her full on. She currently had the whole bench to herself, free to set down her tote bag and unwind a little. Silently sending up thanks for the food, the young woman took a big bite, groaning happily as she started to chew. It was the little things that made life bearable at times. Like munching on a juicy burger in the peace of her favorite local park.

Bit of an overcast day, but that didn’t stop the people who were walking along the trail, or unwinding on benches or blankets just like her. Some even had their hybrids with them.

There was also a girl throwing a ball to a dachshund, who raced after it as fast as those stubby legs would allow, and (Y/N) was sure if the pup was a hybrid or an ordinary dog. It could be hard to distinguish at times, especially from a distance.

She sighed, trying not to be too consumed in thoughts of the past, when she and her childhood dog had done the same.

Ha-Kun was a loyal mutt. She and her father had found and rescued him when she was in middle school. (Y/N) remembering taking the shivering puppy home and getting him dry after fishing him out of a river. Instantly, the young girl fell in love with his doleful brown eyes and laughably long ears. There was no telling exactly what was in his genetics, but basset hound probably featured prominently.

That was about the time when (Y/N) made another discovery—her gift. Touching the dog had sent sparks skittering through her fingertips. She’d assumed it was static after rubbing him vigorously with a towel. But as she reached to stroke his head, something strange occurred.

In that moment, (Y/N) could truly feel everything the dog felt. His contentment, the fear that was melting into gratitude, and a newfound sense of devotion. Running to retrieve her dad, she tried to explain what happened, words likely making little sense judging by the confusion on his face.

After he had calmed her down, (Y/N) tried telling him what happened once again, and her father listened with intrigue. Returning to the kitchen together, they found the pup still wrapped in towels and cozy on the kitchen table, smacking his lips in a yawn at them. Giggling, (Y/N) decided then and there he looked too at home to abandon back outside, where he might find himself in another predicament, and her dad agreed. Their new family member was named ‘Ha-Kun’ shortly after, and he made their small family complete over the years. It turned out (Y/N) truly did have a special ability. She was an empath. Specifically, one who could feel and understand the emotions of animals.

It had come as mildly surprising at first, but her father shrugged it off, hypothesizing maybe it came from her mother’s side. Magic was uncommon in the modern era, but not unheard of. People still cropped up now and then who were born with some special talent or another. Making plants grow, running at super-speed, teleporting, and talking to animals.

(Y/N) couldn’t talk to them per se. She had never been able to crack the code to understand ‘words’, but understanding their feelings was very close to that. One touch and everything in its head flowed right through her. Her keen knack for getting them had made her decide to become an animal behaviorist.

Her profession was rewarding, and it felt like her calling, traveling everywhere from households to zoos in a bid to make sure animals had a voice through her. With insight into how they felt made it easier to deduce what was happening and why their behavior may have suddenly changed. The work paid handsomely, but well, it did get a bit lonely.

Ha-Kun had finally slowed down too much to play fetch, and then too much to go on long walks. He ate less, he slept more, and the day she touched his back and peeked into his mind, just as she had so many times before, it broke her heart. That day was a blur.

(Y/N) tried her hardest not to dwell on it. But there was crying. So much crying. Ha-Kun was sad to be leaving her all alone, but she assured him he had been by her side as long as he could manage, and she would never forget him. Her dad met her at the vet’s for moral support, and to say his own goodbyes. They’d watched Ha-Kun drift off into a peaceful sleep together.

That was eight months ago, and (Y/N) still felt the echoes of that loss. There were times when she came home to her empty apartment and felt his absence so profoundly, it was all she could do not to sink to her knees and sob. Ha-Kun had been her best friend, her confidant, there for her always. Each time work had been draining, a blind date her friend set her up on went horribly wrong, or things otherwise weren’t going her way, she could come home and tell him all about it. Her power let her know that animals truly did understand far more than people gave them credit for, and Ha-Kun was a sweet, supportive soul.

People in her life who meant well made suggestions, saying maybe she should try adopting another pet, or maybe even adopt a hybrid. And (Y/N) had considered it, knowing her old friend would rest easier to know she was opening her heart to a new friend. But the few times she had half-heartedly visited hybrid adoption agencies or pet shelters, the spark of connection to make the leap was never there. (Y/N) would never do a hybrid or a pet the disservice of bringing them home when her heart wasn’t in it. She believed both hybrids and animals deserved only homes who were fully committed to them.

Maybe one day, her soul would match with another’s again. Looking down in her lap, (Y/N) realized she’d let her burger grow cold, nibbling it with less enthusiasm so it wouldn’t go to waste. This was the first time she had been back to this park in eight months. It was one of the last places she and Ha-Kun had been together in his final days, and for that reason, she’d thought it best to get some distance from the spot for a while.

Watching everyone happy, whether with their significant others or hybrids, was bittersweet. (Y/N) would never wish the pain that still lingered on any of them. They were strangers who had done nothing to her. But would it be unreasonable if she wished she had a reason to join them again?

Her eyes focused on the girl and dachshund again, the dog slowing down, finally tired after a long hour and a half of chasing its ball. It looked like he wanted just one more throw, and his owner seemed to understand and obliged. It was fascinating watching an animal so small work up that kind of speed.

But as he took off again, a second blur appeared from nowhere, outrunning him to dart for the ball and snatch it up without hesitation. The dachshund was so caught off guard he slipped, eating dirt as he tumbled through the grass. The second canine, much larger than his stout frame, paused to stand over him, head dipping in a show of concern. The dachshund scrambled to his feet and shook himself off as the owner ran over.

She approached warily, unsure about the intentions of the unknown dog, but wanting to check on her own pet. (Y/N) could now see the other dog was a gorgeous golden retriever. As the girl approached, it released the ball from his mouth and nudged it toward her. Bemused but still cautious, she picked it up, and her dachshund trotted over to stand behind her.

The golden dropped to a crouch, fluffy tail an elegant flag waving through the air. Ah, clumsy as his approach had been, (Y/N) was certain that he wanted to join their game. Shaking her head, the girl scooped up her dachshund, dropping the ball at the golden’s feet and walking away. His ears drooped a little, but he picked up the abandoned toy and began to trot around the park.

(Y/N) watched curiously as he made his way around the area, approaching various people and hybrids. Some seemed interested in the dog, and offered him a few quick pats before turning back to their affairs.

Others ignored him entirely, and a few times an agitated hybrid or grumpy dog had blocked their person and stood their ground, making it clear he wasn’t welcome in their space. Each rejection seemed to discourage the poor dog, his tail falling lower and lower. (Y/N)’s heart really went out to him.

Though she couldn’t help but wonder where he had come from, and where his owner was. Surely a golden retriever with such nice muscle definition rippling beneath his glossy, well-groomed coat had a home.

One that made sure he was fed, groomed and properly exercised. As she continued admiring him, his eyes swung in her direction. Human and dog stood still, just observing each other unhurriedly. Then, mind made up, he was coming closer, ball still held in his mouth, tail raising optimistically. (Y/N) couldn’t help but grin. He was no quitter, that was for sure.

Reaching the bench, he was so close she could now see and admire what a stunning creature he was up close. This was the kind of dog that dominated the ring at dog shows.

He radiated warmth, and she had to admit (Y/N) wasn’t sure she had ever seen a golden retriever so silky. It was his eyes that did her in, though.

They were the deepest, most soulful blue. She knew enough about breeds to know that blue-eyes weren’t possible in a purebred golden, even though he looked like one in every other way. Maybe there was some throwback in his genes, some physically non-evident breed making itself known.

Whatever it was, he was no less beautiful. His eyes shining, he eased his head towards her lap. At first, she thought he was going for the remains of her burger, which she had all but forgotten about at his appearance. But it quickly became clear he had another objective altogether. (Y/N) smiled gently, cupping her hands and holding them out.

The dog readily dropped his head into them, and (Y/N) couldn’t contain her loud gasp, nearly recoiling. The emotions that filtered into her… It was such a strong mix of grief and loneliness. He reminded her…of herself.

“Oh, buddy…” she breathed, her eyes feeling heavy and wet. The canine whimpered, dropping the ball on the bench and just standing there with his head on her lap. She used her thumbs to stroke under his eyes, as if she were wiping away unshed tears. The golden whined a few more times, but made no move to remove his head from her lap, sitting on his haunches and pushing in further until his snout touched her stomach. (Y/N) knew that even if she stood up, he would still be at waist-level with her. He was a good size for a golden retriever, but she was also pretty petite for a human. “How long have you been feeling like this?” She asked him.

The golden slowly withdrew his head, huffing a short bark in response. More than ever, she wished she could do more than understand animal emotions. If only she knew exactly what pain was ailing his heart.

There was still no one in sight coming to claim this guy, and his heart called out to her too strongly for her to get up and leave. She had no more appointments for the afternoon anyway. Reaching for the ball he had placed on the bench, (Y/N) showed it to him and watched a little light return to his eyes. “Would me tossing this for you cheer you up a little? I noticed you’ve been trying to play with someone for a while now.”

More light trickled back into those expressive baby blues, a slow wag setting his tail in motion. Taking that as a yes, (Y/N) stood, and sure enough, the dog’s head was at her waist. Putting her tote bag on and throwing her trash away, (Y/N) moved out into the grass with him so there’d be more room to throw. He stood at the ready, and she hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed with her weak tosses.

When she let the ball fly and he took off like a shot, all she could do was gape. In no time flat the pretty dog was barreling back, and the ball was back in her possession. “Whoa, you really live up to your reputation as a retriever.” She praised. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, eyes squinting in pride. “Wanna do it again?”

The strong bark and way he pawed the ground in anticipation made a full smile break out across her lips. (Y/N) lost count of how many times she watched his sail across the ground like he was floating and return with the ball in his grip. Both their cares seemed to melt away, the dog becoming more animated with every throw, and (Y/N) remembering the joy of playing with a pet in the park. He was much speedier than Ha-Kun ever was, but the fun of watching her old friend bring back the ball was the way his stubby legs maneuvered. This guy was all grace and speed, covering the distance to her in long strides.

(Y/N) felt like it was just the two of them, existing to play with each other, until something cold brushed her nose, and she looked up to see snowflakes drifting down from the dark sky.

It was harder to ascertain the exact time they had been out here. It was a dreary day already and she had come here around lunchtime. With the shorter days of winter, it could be approaching sunset for all she knew. Which meant…

Her new friend looked at her, and his tail dropped, all the energy bleeding right out of him. He knew, she realized.

“I,” (Y/N) swallowed, voice feeling thicker than it should. Why did the thought of saying goodbye sting so badly. She barely knew this dog. And there was no way he was just some stray. He probably got lost, stumbled here, and was too distracted by the prospect of playing to sniff his way home. She likely should have been more focused on helping reunite him with his owner than indulging both of their lonely hearts. “It’s getting late.” She told him.

He barked once, staring behind him, towards the trail that would soon be lit by the light posts coming on. It cut close to the woods, but the area was safe, so even in the evenings, joggers still got in their last bit of running for the day.

Unsure what he wanted, (Y/N) watched him lope off toward the trail, stop, and turn back around. When she remained frozen, he barked a bit more urgently, running to her and nudging at her. She stumbled, able to tell even when being gentle, this dog was strong. “I could be completely off base, but you’re acting like I’m supposed to be following you.”

More urgent barks, and it clicked. That’s exactly what he wanted.

“Um…do you actually know your way home? Do you want me to walk you there?” A calmer bark. “Is it far?”

To her utter astonishment, the dog shook his head. For the first time since meeting him, (Y/N) wondered if she was wrong. What if he was never just some pretty dog, but a hybrid? It might explain those eyes.

And, if that was the case, she should probably be more cautious about following him to parts unknown. Friendly and playful and lonely as he had been, a hybrid was very much in touch with their human side. If he had any ill intentions, what would she do? He might be able to overpower her if he shifted.

A long whine broke her from her thoughts, and he delicately touched his cold nose to the back of her hand, his eyes nothing short of pleading. Puppy dog eyes weren’t fair coming from a master. There was a bit of desperation she could sense from him at the touch. He really, really wanted her to come along. (Y/N) remembered the initial sense that she was meeting a kindred soul, which caused her to feel such a fast attachment to him in the first place. For whatever reason, she wanted to trust him.

“Alright,” she adjusted her tote bag and took a step forward. The golden retriever spun in happy circles. “Lead the way.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

[thedandelion-writer]

hello hello! i luv ur blog omg <3

if its not toooo much trouble.. could u do some hcs for ganyu, albedo, and hu tao comforting their partner after a bad day? (also if ur ok with it a platonic one for klee comforting her sibling figure >>)

i. got a concussion from getting hit with a baseball today NAHSHSH so i am Not having a great time and just. wanted some of my favs bein soft bc i love them quite a lot <33 thank u for ur time! much love <333

❝bad days❞

Pairings: Ganyu x gn!reader, Albedo x gn!reader, Hu Tao x gn!readee, Klee x platonic!sibling figure

A/N: Woah- I hope you're okay?? And it's no trouble at all, I made sure to include lots of fluff for you, so that it'll made today at least a little better! Take care of yourself please anon >-<

Ganyu would notice your mood right away

Whether you'd show it subtly or not

The thing is, she's not entirely sure what to do

Although for her, comforting > cheering up

She'd ask if you wanted to talk about it, and would actually listen without complaint even if you ranted for hours on end, work could come later when her s/o is in distress

Your head on her lap, as you told her everything that went wrong, Ganyu's fingers delicately patting your head all the while

After you let it all out, you admitedly felt a lot better

"Sleeping always helps," she'd suggest.

And you two would just take a nap together in the afternoon sunlight

This was if you were emotionally or even mentally down. If you were somehow hurt phyisically she'd fuss over you all day, though trying not to ask too many questions for fear of being annoying

Ganyu would sort of look like she had something to say, but didn't know how to express it

She then made sure to get a name out of you in the most un-suspiscious way as possible so she could tax the hell out of them later (if it was a monster, let's just say they'd be sent right back to the ice age)

Albedo, often fixated on his experiments, would realistically not know about your horrible day until you told him about it

"What happened?" or "What's wrong starlight?" would probably be his go-to phrases

He's would be in between comforting and cheering up, because his way of doing one would more or less result in the other

"I saw some lovely terrain earlier while painting, would you like to go with me to see it once more?"

And of course you don't turn down the offer. Pretty things always helped to lift moods and just seeing him after a crappy day had helped you feel better

Attempting to take your mind off things, Albedo would talk about any recent experiments he thought were interesting, or anything he was particularly proud of to discover

You could talk to him as well if you wanted to, he'd lend you an ear anytime, but I feel like Albedo's response to things would be way too logical leaving you a little confused at times

Before leaving to return back to the city, he hands you a leather bound book.

Inside it were pages upon pages filled with pressed flowers, and even leaves that you don't normally see.

"They're non-toxic," he assured you, just in case you were wondering. "I have been meaning to give this to you, today gave me the perfect opportunity."

You beamed in thanks, already forgetting what was it that brought you down earlier.

Another scenario would be that you somehow got hurt, and that was why you're mood was less than stellar

Anybody who hurt you would be turned to dust think twice about hurting the chief alchemist's lover next time

Hu Tao doesn't want you to dwell on the fact you had a bad day

Cheering up >>>> Comforting

"Bad days are normal! What counts is what you do about it after. When working in the business of death, I know lots of ways to lift one's gloom~"

She'll take you to either prank people with her, laughing like idiots afterwards

Or catching butterflies!

Such frivolous activities would surely help

"Let's see who can catch the most butterflies!" Hu Tao grinned, straightening her hat in form of a challenging gesture.

"Ohh you're on," you returned, playfully sticking out your tongue.

She planned on letting you win, but didn't have to because you did it all on your own

When your legs started getting tired, and your lungs out of breath, you both sat atop the grassy plain to set the butterflies free, admiring their colorful wings sparkling against the sun

Looking at your smile, Hu Tao triumphantly said,"see, I told you I could turn your frown upside down!"

For the physically hurt part, medicine had never been her forte

But any enemies who dared touch you would be incinerated into ash, and any human who did would earn a free coffin from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor ^^

Klee hated seeing you upset

In fact, she hated it so much she made it a mission to cheer you up

As someone early into her years, she always wondered what it was that made grown ups sometimes...unsmiley

With Jean's permission, and promising not to bomb anything and anyone, she practically dragged you out to bury some newfound treasure

She let you pick the spots and everything <3

It was really hard for the after-effects of a bad day linger after spending time with a literal ball of sunshine

If it was an injury that tainted you mood, then Klee would help you dress them with surprisingly gentle hands

"When I went with Master Jean to Liyue, I met this girl named Qiqi! She always said to clean the wound first...then bandage it," she stuck her tongue out in concentration.

And although the wrappings were sloppy, it was the thought that counted.

"Then we kiss the boo boo better!"

That definitely made the pain go away

You thanked the archons for such a sweet little sister

Oh and of course, she'd totally bomb the bad guys who caused you any pain

What? Don't look at her like that, Jean allowed it!

[oopskashish]

Hi! can I request a Harry Potter x reader fic? one where Harry gives Y/N a necklace that belonged to Lily in a way to show her how much she means to him? ❤️

Light

A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this but I was just gathering the best ideas I could think of. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Summary: After the battle of ministry, Harry gives his lover a part of his parents.

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Warning: almost death of someone but there are no deaths, fluff, and just emotional in a good way.

The air was strumming with tension as Y/N stood beside Harry, wide-eyed. She looked around as the Death Eaters apparated in the department of mysteries. Each death-eater had their wands at least one DA student.

Harry and Y/N whirled around to see Lucius Malfoy walk towards them. Y/N felt a hand wrap around her arm and she was tugged back. Her back met someone’s chest and she looked up to find Yaxley. She felt the tip of his wand touch the side of her neck where her veins laid.

He held her wrist of the hand which was holding her wand and twisted it, making her scrunch her face in pain, and she dropped the wand.

She was disarmed, without her wand she was an open target.

She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to calm down, taking in a couple of deep breaths.

A chaotic mind is the source of error.

She could hear her father practically whisper in her ear.

She opened her eyes to find Harry having a conversation with Lucius.

“Harry, we will let your friends go if you hand me the prophecy.”

Harry contemplated the thought, looking at his friends and then finally at his girlfriend who shook her head subtly.

“Don’t.” Y/N mouthed.

Harry gave no reaction to her and turned to Lucius. He thought for a moment, looking at Lucius who was looking at him with almost a hopeful expression.

“You will let my friends go?” Harry questioned him.

“Yes, I will.” Lucius says with a satisfied expression. His plan was working.

“Alright, then.” Harry casually shrugged, extending his hand to give him the crystal ball which held the priceless prophecy. Lucius smiled as he outstretched his hand to grasp it.

Just when he thought he had, Harry, accidentally of course, let the ball slip out of his hand. The prophecy fell down and smashed against the floor, the misty cloud dissolving in the air.

“Oops.”

Lucius’ nose flared with anger, just as he was about to raise his wand, a voice interrupted him.

“Get away from my godson.”

Lucius whirled around, facing Sirius Black who delivered a fantastic punch right in his jaw. The intensity of the punch made him fall on the ground.

The order members apparated in the department and started fighting the death-eaters.

Except one, Yaxley.

Yaxley had a hand wrapped around her neck, holding her firmly in his grasp. She tried not to struggle against his grip.

"I will kill her if any of you try to attack us." His voice boomed in the room, making everyone turn to him. Y/N scowled, and looked down at his hand, specifically his watch trying to think of something.

"Don't you dare." Harry seethed out, which was very unlike him. Sirius held him back before he could have attacked Yaxley.

This was a compromising situation.

Or was it?

Y/N slowly grasped his wrist, making him glance at her. She didn't do anything, knowing his grip can't go any tighter than it already was. Otherwise it would affect her in a brutal manner.

"Now, drop your wands." Yaxley said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Y/N's hand shot up and it gripped his hair. She gathered all the strength in her body and flipped him over her head, letting his body crash on the ground. In process, his grip on her neck had loosened, much to her luck.

She whispered a thanks to her dad who got her innumerable martial arts lessons while she grew up.

"I think not." She quickly reached for her wand and she watched as he stood up to his feet.

"Scared to duel a 15 year old one?" She asks, cocking her head to side. Yaxley was looking at her with a disgruntled expression which was accompanied by loathe.

"Shut up you filthy half breed." He sneered, casting a spell which she easily defended.

All around her people were firing spells.

She was an excellent duellist, the best in her year. She had defeated numerous brilliant witches and wizards in her school but here was a man who was as cruel as he was talented.

His hexes were being thrown at her at the speed of light, and there was no way she could win until and unless she took him by surprise.

Her mind was processing all the spells she has ever learnt from anyone and everyone. She exhales as she casted a spell made by Fred and George which Yaxley, fortunately, missed to defend.

His face suddenly grew blisters which was a perfect moment for her to disarm him.

But instead of Expelliamus, she went with,

"Anaticula!"

A smirk played on her lips when the wand shined very lightly, but it was enough to show her that her spell worked.

Sirius suppressed his urge to smile when he heard the spell he and James used on countless death eaters in the first war.

Yaxley muttered some profanities and casted the cruciatus curse on her. But instead of the curse, a duck came out and it quacked around Yaxley.

"Cute duck." She smiles and before muttering, "Petrificus Totalus" and freezing the man.

She padded her way towards Harry and Sirius, careful of any spells that might hit her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bellatrix appear and cast a spell on Sirius.

She pushed Sirius out of the way and she was hit by a red beam of light which exerted a force on her, causing her to be thrown back.

Y/N was ready to take her final breaths, knowing that the curtain was of death and it will kill anyone who touches it.

But instead she landed near Harry, panting.

None of it made sense but she got up, and watched Sirius duel with Bellatrix now. Harry pulled her to side near a rock.

"Are you okay?" He hastily asks.

"Yeah. What happened-" she was cut off by a sound of crack.

They two of them emerged from their corner to find Voldemort standing there, and all the death eaters apparated to stand behind him.

Y/N forced herself not to go to him and go all Jackie Chan on him, instead she inhaled and exhaled and stood beside Sirius who was heaving heavily.

"Harry Potter, yet again we meet. Now, where is that prophecy?" He asks, looking at Lucius at the end of the question.

Before Lucius could have said a word, Dumbledore and Y/N's father apparated.

"You shouldn't have come here, Tom." Dumbledore says calmly, and gestured Y/F/N to step back.

Y/F/N did it, hesitantly, glancing back at Y/N, Harry, Sirius, and Remus.

He had been a rather close friends with Marauders, especially when it came to pranking. He wasn't exclusively a Marauder since he had a group of friend of his own in f/h/n.

The duel between the two exceptionally brilliant wizards started.

"Sirius get out of here!" Dumbledore tells him. He was about to take Harry's hand but then Dumbledore intruppted, yet again. "Don't take him."

Sirius took a deep breath in and looked at Harry.

"Stay safe, and go behind Remus."

"Padfoot, take my daughter with you." Y/F/N said.

"But I-" Y/N was cut off by Sirius who grabbed her arm and apparated back to Grimmauld place.

"Sirius I need to go there! Dad is there and so is Harry. What if something happens to them? I can't live without either of them!" Y/N started panicking.

Sirius held her by her shoulders, causing her to look him in the eyes.

"I hate this just as much as you do, but I won't go against your dad's wish. They both will be okay, Dumbledore is there. Y/F/N is an excellent wizard, don't worry."

Y/N nodded, and hugged Sirius. Sirius wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back.

The two had gotten closer since they both cared a lot about Harry. Sirius had been keeping in touch with her asking about Harry and of course about her well being too.

Sirius, as a matter fact, was a great uncle. She remembered how he had sent an entire set of oil paints, the top quality, as a birthday gift. He had told her about her father and mother's embarrassing moments, as a result for a week she couldn't look at them without laughing.

"Thank you," she says, parting away.

"No need of that, now let's get you a cup of tea." He led her to the kitchen where he told Kreacher to make tea for them.

They sat at the dining table, both of them hiding their anxiousness.

"By the way, that flip was amazing."

Y/N laughs. "Dad made me go to martial classes for a long time. I used to cry when I was too tired to go there but he dragged me if that what it took. By the way, how did I not end being thrown at the veil?"

"Harry used the reverse spell just in time."

"I hate to leave him there, but dad just had to say that." Y/N pouted as she took the tea from Sirius, thanking him quietly.

"Your father is very stubborn." Sirius nods, pouring tea for the two of them. "Good thing that y/m/n is stubborn too."

"Oh, don't say that. Them being stubborn is a nightmare. They can go on arguing for hours what would be the dinner. In the end, there will be a Shepherd's pie and a Cornish pasty."

Sirius chuckled. "That would make a good plater."

"Oh no, I would be probably eating cake for dinner." Y/N says, dipping her biscuit in the tea.

Sirius laughs.

"I can't imagine how is it living with you guys."

"Well, quite amusing actually." She nods. "Where is mum?"

"She is at work, an emergency."

Y/N nods. Her mum was an exceptional healer, and was half of the time at work since it was such a demanding job. While her father worked as a curse breaker.

"Y/N," Sirius keeps his now empty cup in the saucer. "I am grateful for what you did today but it was a very stupid decision. You can't risk your life for me."

"Well, you mean the world to Harry. He would go mental without you."

"He would go mental without you too." Sirius says, keeping a hand on hers. "Promise me that you won't do it, if such a situation ever happens again."

"I am not going to make any promises that I might break."

Sirius was touched by the sincerity in her voice. It reminded him of his own best friend, his brother, who once saved his life during a mission in the order.

But he still gave her a pointed look.

Y/N only shrugged and she jokes. "I can't lose an uncle who gives me the best presents."

Sirius keeps a hand on his heart, mocking a look of hurt. "You only like me because I am good at giving presents."

"No but it is a big reason." She grins. Sirius smiled at her too.

The door opens and Harry comes in along with the others, looking exceptionally pale. He looked beyond exhausted as he padded into the room.

Harry had barely got near the dining table when Y/N shot up from her chair and flung her arms around his neck. Harry reciprocated the hug, burying his face deep in her neck. He sighed in relief as her scent flooded his senses, calming him down immediately. He closed his eyes, letting the tension of his body evaporate away.

"Harry, are you okay? Did that noseless bastard hurt you? I am going to break his ribs if he dares to do anything." She whispers in his ear, making him chuckle.

"Noseless bastard?" Harry mused.

She slapped his shoulder lightly. "Answer me."

"I'm fine."

"Now tell me the truth." She says, parting away. Harry sighs, looking down at the floor.

"He invaded my mind, again."

Y/N clenched her jaw. Harry reached for her hands and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles, calming her down.

He pulled away when Sirius approached him and hugged him fiercely. She looked around and gave Remus a smile who nodded back.

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and the others were all seated at the table and were being served tea by Kreacher who kept on mumbling things under his breath.

She bit her lip anxiously as she looked for her father, sighing in relief when he came in. Y/F/N strides towards her and hugged her, holding her incredibly close to him.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes dad." She mumbled into his shirt, holding him tightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he breathes out, "I'm okay."

The father and daughter parted away, and Y/F/N hugged Harry, checking him over in a fatherly manner.

After the death of Harry's parents and when he was sent to the Dursley's, Y/F/N had somehow tracked him down and demanded that Harry will stay with him for the weekends.

Y/F/N and Y/M/N were close friends of Lily, and they wanted to make sure that Harry is alright. They knew about Lily and Petunia's relationship and thus wanted to make sure he grows up with as much love as they could provide him.

Y/N and Harry had been close childhood friends and Y/M/N made sure he get all the love he could while he lived in an abusive household. They were a family, practically, and not even Dumbledore couldn't stop them from being together.

When Y/F/N and Harry parted away, Sirius asked Harry.

"Snape didn't teach you much, did he?"

He shook his head. "He didn't teach me the actual method. He just kept invading my mind instead of teaching me how to actually defend myself."

Sirius and Y/F/N share a look, both swearing on their lives to make sure Snape gets what he deserves.

Sirius then turned to Harry. "I think you should sleep, you must be very tired."

Harry nodded, sagging his shoulders. He wordlessly took Y/N's hand and pulled her out of the room with him.

"Keep the door open!" They heard Y/F/N call out and a few chuckles from the room.

The couple blushed at that. "Don't remind me, father." Y/N said, just loud enough for him to hear.

The couple went to the room that Harry and Ron shared during the summer. Harry rummaged through his pockets as Y/N freed her hair from a ponytail and ruffled them a bit.

"Y/N?" She turned to Harry, who was holding a necklace.

"Yes, love?"

Harry sits beside her and let her take his free hand. "Sirius gave me a necklace over this summer. It belongs to Mum. I want you to have it."

Y/N's eyes widened. "What?"

Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek, smiling softly at her. "You have always been the light in my darkness, and I am sure that mum and dad would have loved you with all their heart. It would mean a lot to me if you keep a part of them with you."

Tears prickled in her eyes after hearing those sweet words and she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. She sniffled, holding back her tears.

Harry nuzzled into her neck, kissing the skin there. He let her collect herself, his gentle touches reminding her that he loved her more than anything in the world.

"Are you sure about this, Harry?" She whispered.

Harry pulled away, just a little to look in those deep beautiful eyes he fell in love with. "I have been surer about anything else in the world."

Y/N smiled and kissed the corner of his lips. She parted away and turned around, gathering her hair to the side. Harry gently took the necklace, holding it as if it was made of stars.

But it was more precious than that.

He clipped the necklace around her neck, and Y/N touched it with her finger tips, feeling the carvings of the metal that had a flower on it, a lily of course.

She turned around and let him pull her into a kiss.

It was divine.

The feeling of tension left their bodies as soon as their lips, and the sumptuous feeling of unconditional love they had for each other filled them up to the brim, flooding their souls.

It was as if the sky held stars for the first time and found the meaning of happiness. The feeling was as ethereal when the sun first shined.

It was a heaven the found in one another.

They parted away, panting. Breathless smiles took over their faces as they looked at each other's lips with so much affection that even blind could see.

They laid down on the bed, embracing each other as the silent promise of being together no matter what was made.

A promise that was fulfilled even when the hell broke loose and the darkness flooded their lives. They stayed together, being each other's light.

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[writesowhatnext]

elementary, my dear weasley // fred weasley

Summary: Fred receives an anonymous love letter so he enlists his best friend to help him figure it out

Request: Could you write some fluffy Fred W x Reader? The reader gives Fred an anonymous love letter but since they’re friends, he asks her to help him figure out who it is? You can go anywhere from there! Thank you x

A/N: this is such a super cute prompt so I really hope I can do it justice

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: none actually, I think

As Fred walked towards you with a very serious look on his face, you regretted every decision you’d ever made, simultaneously. Why did you tell your mum that your cat had broken the vase? Why did you snog that boy in first year? Why did you dye Ron’s hair pink and let the twins take the fall? Why did you start your last Charms essay the day it was due? Why did you write Fred that stupid letter? Your mind was in overdrive trying to devise a getaway plan, if you avoided Fred now then he’d definitely come and find you at some point but then, at least you could be more emotionally prepared for rejection. How had he even found out it was you? You’d gone to extreme lengths to throw him off the scent.

In your panic, you’d forgotten to actually try to execute any form of escape plan and so there you sat, a sitting duck, with Fred Weasley charging towards you. You winced as he slammed the familiar paper down in front of you, familiar handwritten peeking out from between his spread fingers. You looked up from his hand to his face very, very reluctantly. And for some reason, he was smiling.

“You will never guess what I’ve just found.”

You frowned, watching him with a fairly healthy level of confusion as he dragged a chair to sit at your table. He ignored the annoyed looks from the Gryffindors at the table he’d stolen from and sat down, pushing your letter towards you.

“Read that.”

Your frown deepened as you slowly pulled the letter toward you. What sort of mind game was he playing?

Your heart beat loudly in your ears with every word you read: from the ‘Dear Fred,’ to the ‘With love.’, you’d reread and checked the letter more times then you could count and you could practically recite it by heart at this point. When you left it for him, it had been a good idea, now it just filled you with regret and a horrible sick feeling in your stomach. You raised your head to look at him and hummed, carefully watching his reaction.

“Hmmm?” he asked incredulously, snatching the letter back and staring at it. “I know it’s not surprising because I mean, come on, but surely someone confessing their love to me via the timeless art of letter-writing deserves more than a ‘hmmm’, don’t you think?”

You stared at him for a moment. All the while, he just looked at you expectantly. And then it clicked; Fred had no idea you sent that letter. Your mouth fell open slightly as you tried to figure out how you would behave in this situation – if it was someone else that’d been hopelessly in love with Fred.

“Let me read it again.” You insisted, pulling it from his hands. You didn’t read it; you just stared down at parchment, trying to figure out what you were going to do about it. He didn’t know it was you; that was perfectly clear. It would be fine. He never needed to know it was you, not really.

“Who do you think wrote it?”

Happy that you were finally asking the right questions, Fred smiled and rested his elbows on the table.

“That’s what I need your help to find out.”

“You want to find out who sent it?” you asked loudly. Perhaps a little too loudly, you discovered; a couple of people in the common room looked up at you.

“Do I-“ Fred shook his head. “Blimey, Y/N, what has got into you today? Of course, I want to find out who sent it.”

“Why?”

Fred could not fathom your behaviour right now – his fish impression proved that. Once he’d stopped opening and closing his mouth, he placed a hand on the paper, pointing at it with his finger.

“Whoever wrote this says that I am the sunshine of their world, Y/N.” he shot you a deadpan look. “The sunshine of their world.”

You made a face, your composure slipping, a horrible cringing sensation coming over you. “And?”

“And…” he stressed, rolling his eyes. “I want to find out who thinks so highly of yours truly.”

“To do what?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N, what’s with all the questions?” Fred huffed, making a face. “I just want to figure out who sent it – I have to talk to them.”

You wanted to know what he meant by that but you couldn’t afford to keep asking questions without raising some sort of suspicion.

“So how are you going to figure out who?”

“Well,” he said, frowning. “That’s why I’m here. George took a look and said that if anyone could help me, it was you. So, dear, dear Y/N, any ideas?”

You paused for a moment, confused. Why would George think you knew who wrote it? Sure, you knew a fair few people but you were hardly Sherlock sodding Holmes. It was probably a coincidence, you thought. Though, the strange nervous feeling in your stomach lingered.

“Well,” you leant your chin on your elbow. “Tell me how you found it.”

The smile that lit up his face at the promise of your help was almost enough to quash your guilt at the fact that this definitely, probably, certainly qualified as lying to him.

You barely listened as he talked you through his morning routine. He’d woken up, late as usual, and thrown on his robes because he thought it was Monday – it was not. When he was rifling through them to find some Helium Toffees that he swore – though you were thoroughly unconvinced - he didn’t plan to use on you, he found a folded-up section of parchment. And, the first thing he did was smell it.

“You what?” you asked, definitely now listening. “What did you do that for?”

“To see where it came from.” He replied as if it were obvious.

You frowned at him, lost for words. Not only had you not disguised any sort of smell when you’d written it, you were also kind of worried about Fred’s mental state that that was his first thought.

“So, what did it smell like then?”

“Nothing, really.”

You stared at him for a moment. You were exasperated, for sure, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach flopped, replacing it with fondness.

“Well given that very promising lead didn’t pan out-“

“Oi!” Fred poked you in this side, earning a hideously loud spout of laughter from you. You grumbled as he smiled proudly.

“What’s next?”

“Well,” he began, leaning forward as if revealing the biggest conspiracy to sweep the wizarding world since, well, Harry Potter. “I figure whoever it is has to be close to me, right? To get it in my robes and all.”

You tried to fault his logic, but you’d forgotten, with how horrible of a student he could be, that Fred was actually a genius when he wanted to be. You just nodded.

“I don’t know where to go from there though: I don’t recognise the handwriting; I don’t know when they put it in there; I can’t write one back-“

“You’d write back?” You tried to hide how breathless the thought made you.

“It’s like you know nothing about letter-writing etiquette.”

If only he knew.

Forgetting that you were trying not to be helpful, lest he discovered that you were his secret admirer, you were accidentally helpful.

���Didn’t you go through your pockets before you changed last night to find that chocolate frog Ron stole?”

“So, Ron stole that frog.” he turned to you, smirking. You remembered in that second that you’d promised Ron that you’d keep that information to yourself.

“What? Who told you that?”

He narrowed his eyes as you painted the most innocent expression you could on your face.

“But yeah, you’re right. So what?”

“So what?” This boy. “So, they must’ve put it in your robes after that.”

His face lit up.

“Okay so, who did you see after that?”

Finding his concentrated frown much cuter than you should’ve, you were almost disappointed when he started talking.

“George, Ron, You-“ you were both sad and happy that he didn’t pause. “Hermione?”

You shook your head, making a face. He nodded in agreement.

“Harry, Lee, Angelina. Do you think it was Angelina?”

You stomach sank at his excitement. “Could be.”

He smiled, leaning back on his chair, pleased with himself.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

He seemed surprised at your question as if he’d forgotten what the point of your detective work was.

“It’s still lunchtime, right?”

You looked at the clock on the wall. “Just about.”

“Come on then, my little detective.”

As you followed him to the Great Hall, you tried to ignore the way your heart jumped at the nickname.

When you reached the Hall, Angelina was sat down, surrounded by her friends. George was also there, probably late from his detention with Snape.

“Alright, George?” Fred said, nudging his shoulder against his brother’s. George looked at you, and then at Fred. Something was strange about his stare.

“Why do you look so happy?” George asked, crossing his arms.

“Y/N and I have cracked the case!”

“Oh, really?” When George looked at you almost pointedly, a lump formed in your throat. He knew.

“And I’m going to go seal the deal – wish me luck, Georgie.”

As Fred walked rather confidently over to Angelina, you and George stood shoulder to shoulder. In silence. It was eating you alive. Your mind swam with things to say: explanations, excuses, ways to make a clean exit.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” He said, his tone light and a smile on his lips as he watched his brother strike up a conversation. Out of all the things he could’ve said, you hadn’t expected that. You looked up at him and he nodded over to Angelina’s confused face. “Letting him trot over there thinking Angelina wrote that letter? Very wicked.”

You paused before deciding you had nothing left to lose.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell him?”

“Yes.” George said as if it was obvious – his expression a carbon copy of Fred’s.

“He would hate me, George.”

He laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. You wondered what about your misfortune he found so funny. “My sweet, sweet Y/N,” you both watched as Angelina’s friends burst into laughter. You felt even more guilty at Fred’s discouraged expression. “Fred could never hate you.”

As Fred returned to you, tail between his legs and ego wounded slightly, he didn’t even notice George’s arm around you. He just frowned, nodding.

“At least that narrows down our suspect pool.” Then he turned to George. “Up for helping us figure out the mystery?”

George let go of your shoulder, making apologetic gestures as he backed away.

“Sorry mate, still got detention.”

Fred made a face before turning to you. George winked as he left the Hall in the opposite direction of the dungeon.

“So, who’s left?”

You were worried about how short the list of possible authors was getting and George’s words were echoing in your head.

“Fred,” you started, tilting your head to the side. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” he asked, frowning and crossing his arms.

“Well, I-“

You cursed yourself.

“So, I-“

“What I’m trying to say is that I…”

You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Basically this is really hard to say and I really don’t know what to do if you hate-”

“You wrote the letter?”

Your head shot up to see Fred, smirking with an eyebrow raised.

“I can’t believe you’d send me off to go ask Angelina whether she wrote it. Blimey, love, you’re more ruthless than I thought; should be a bloody Slytherin. It’s a good job I figured it out before I plundered over there like a right git.”

You blinked. What was happening? Why was Fred smiling? How did he know?

“You knew all along?”

He just smiled.

“Why- Why did-“ you stopped, mouth open. “Why did you make me help you?”

“Bit of fun,” he shrugged, pressing his lips together. “Wanted you to tell me.”

You placed your hand to your forehead, groaning. You must look like a right idiot.

“How did you know?”

“Smelt like you, didn’t it.”

You frowned, moving your head.

“You pay attention to what I smell like?”

“I pay attention to everything about you.”

He placed his hands on your hips. You were sure you’d short-circuited.

“The way you smell… the face you make when you lie… how suspicious you look when you’re messing with my robes.”

It was impossible, you thought, to be more embarrassed than you were in that exact moment.

“You saw me put it in there.”

“I saw you put it in there.” He said, pulling you into him. “Was quite pleased when I read it, actually, I’ve fancied you for years.”

“You’re lying.”

You placed your hands very tentatively on his chest, his soft jumper underneath your palms.

“There’s only one liar here.”

You made a face. He looked over your head, pursing his lips before looking down again.

“The sunshine of your world, ay?”

“Shut up.” You groaned, cringing again. He laughed, his whole body shaking. “What does this mean?”

“Well,” he moved his hand to the small of your back. “I was hoping it meant I could kiss you.”

You nodded, again at a loss for words.

“That alright with you?”

You just nodded.

[hopelesshawks]

We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

[kats-baku1999]

Prom Queen

God save the prom queen.

Bakugo wasn’t sure how it could have happened. He was supposed to be a hero, he was supposed to be number one. Deku had almost grabbed you, but he was taken down. Todoroki was so close to getting you out of his grasp, but he couldn’t use his quirk in fear of hurting you. Bakugo was the last line of offense, and he almost had you. Your hand reaching out to him, begging for him to save you. He couldn’t get there fast enough though.

Now he understood how Deku felt their first year, at that damn training camp. When he couldn’t reach Bakugo in time. When they couldn’t save him. There was nothing they could do this time though, the villains had sent the school a video of you. You were gone, they had taken you from them for good. They had buried an empty casket, had a funeral service. So many pros attended, especially ones from the time you all saved Eri.

Fatgum, Kirishima, and Amajiki stood up front. They were the closest people you had to family, other than everyone else in 1-A. Bakugo and Todoroki stood at the front of their classmates. Both of them setting aside this petty feud they had over you. Both of them standing with one another, getting the other through this. They had lost you, both of them lost you. So there they stood, both making a mental vow to avenge you. To fix what they couldn’t accomplish before.

The League of Villains would have to pay for this.

Teenage daydream. Just another dressed up heartbreak.

This entire idea was stupid, and both boys knew that. A party? No sorry, a dance? It was the girls’ idea, they said (Y/N) always talked about wanting to experience an American prom. So they planned one for all of the third years, as some kind of way to honor her. It had been three months, only three months, and they wanted to throw some over glamorized party? Both Bakugo and Todoroki hated the idea. They got dressed for it nonetheless, knowing if they weren’t there they would never hear the end of it.

Everyone was dressed up in their best formal outfits, as if it would fix the heartbreak they all felt. Music was blaring through the speakers, everyone was dancing and laughing. Except two boys who sat on opposite sides of the rooms. Staring at the picture of you that had been placed on the stage. You were the honorary prom queen, even if you weren’t here to accept the “honor”. Bakugo scoffed, staring up at the picture, his heart clenching at the sight of your face smiling. As if nothing bad would ever happen to you.

Midoriya walked over to the table where Todoroki was sitting, staring at his hands. Todoroki looked up at his shorter best friend, giving him a pathetic smile. Midoriya recognized the look in Todoroki’s eyes. A look he hadn’t seen on his friends face since their first year of school. A look of wanting nothing but revenge. Midoriya knew that soon enough Todoroki would want to make his move against the League of Villains, but he also knew that he would be with him every step of the way.

Judging by the feeling that just flooded his body, he knew that moment was quickly approaching.

God save the prom queen, only 18.

The doors to the dance all were blown off their hinges, blue flames engulfing them. Everyone froze in place, and the music came to a halt. Bakugo and Todoroki were on their feet. Glaring into the smoke and flames, where a low laugh was coming from. He was the first to step through, dressed up in a black tux. Grinning at all of the young heroes, who were more than ready to take him down.

“Ah, what is with the long faces?” Dabi teased, looking towards his younger brother, “Oh poor Shoto, don’t look so angry, I actually brought a party favor,”

“You damn bastard!” Bakugo shouted, getting ready to jump forward, but Kirishima grabbed him before he could. Everyone’s eyes focused on the smaller figure that was walking through the flames next. Dabi began clapping, slowly, before letting out a small cheer.

“Everyone, the guest of honor,” He smirked, stepping forward, his hand reaching out, “The most promising graduate of U.A. High’s hero course,”

Bakugo froze, his face twisting into a look of shock.

Todoroki swore he felt his heart stop.

You stepped into view, wearing a dark blue dress that shimmered in the blue flames. Your hair flowing down your back. You looked like the girl in the picture, the girl who’s face had been burned into everyone’s memory. Except you weren’t smiling anymore. No, instead you had a grin painted across your face as you took Dabi’s hand. Everyone was frozen in shock, including the teachers who were now on the scene. Dabi led you up to the stage, where you took the microphone from Kaminari and Jirou’s DJ stand. Both of them blinking in shock, Kaminari even had a few tears running down his face as he watched his once best friend walk to the front of the stage.

“Well, hello everybody,” You grinned menacingly, your voice echoing throughout the hall, “I guess I should just say thank you so much for this honor,”

You motioned towards the posterboard of your face, where a crown sat on the stand. Dabi walked over, and picked up the crown, twirling it around on his fingers. Before he set it aflame.

“I mean really, it is great to see everyone again!” You laughed, looking towards both the boys who once swore they loved you, “I’ve been dead for what three months now?”

You put air quotes around the word dead. Finally Kirishima stepped forward, getting ready to rush the stage. You let out a small “tsk”, and used your quirk to stop him. Water manipulation was something you never thought much of, till Dabi showed you that it also extended to the human body being made of 60% water.

“Now now Kirishima, don’t be reckless,” You grinned into the microphone, throwing his body onto the ground, Bakugo and Sero rushed towards their friend, helping him up.

“(Y/N)!” Midoriya yelled, stepping forward. You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Oh come on Deku, let us hear the damn hero speech,” You teased, and his eyes widened a little bit. His jaw clenching tightly, “No? You’ve got nothing?”

“I think we’ve left them breathless Selene,” Dabi spoke up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Todoroki was standing frozen, small flames flicking off of him at the sound of your Hero name rolling so carelessly off Dabi’s tongue. Bakugo was the next to step forward, his hands cracking. Ready to blow Dabi to space for even saying your name.

“Oh Katsuki, did you not just watch throw your friend like a rag doll?” You laughed, making his feet halt. He looked at you with wide eyes.

“I would like to believe you wouldn’t hurt me, (Y/N),” He looked at you with raised eyebrows, and you again let out a manic laughter.

“I am going to be honest with you, I always preferred Todoroki,” You seethed, jumping down off the stage. Walking towards Bakugo threatenly, his heart breaking at your words. “He was so quiet, calm, collected, but apparently you two have a lot more in common than I thought,”

Todoroki was the next to step forward, you flicked your eyes towards him. Practically daring him to do something stupid. He just held his hands up in defense though.

“(Y/N)-”

“No, Sho let me finish explaining what you have in common, it is actually a shared trait with everyone in this room!” You looked around at all of your old classmates, “Cowards, you are all a bunch of damn cowards,”

“(Y/n) you’re alive?” Shoto ignored your classwide insult, stepping towards you. You threw Bakugo back, and let go of your control on his body. Your eyes focusing on Todoroki. He stepped towards you timidly.

“Yeah, did you even think to come look for me, or did you just give up like everybody else in this room?” You stared at him, his eyes scanning over your face. Taking in all of your features. Your eyes had dark circles under them, as if you hadn’t been sleeping much lately.

“I had no idea that there was even a chance of you being alive,” He whispered, and you just shook your head.

“Any future pro hero should have been able to tell that video was staged, Dabi was just proving a point, that it wouldn’t take much for you all to give up on me!” You yelled a little bit, laughing again, “No instead of saving me, you threw a prom and made me the queen,”

“I never gave up on you, (Y/N), please you have to understand that I was going to do something about it, as soon as I got the chance,” Todoroki’s hand reached out for yours, and you let him grab it. He felt himself shudder at the feeling of your touch for the first time in months.

“Why not sooner, Shoto?” You whispered, holding his hand up to your heart, “Do you feel that, I am still alive, so are you going to try and save the prom queen?”

“Tell me what you need me to do,” He whispered, ignoring the protests of his classmates. Dabi shot out a warning flame, causing them all to step back. That was when the realization set in, Mr. Aizawa was knocked out, he couldn’t stop either of you.

“Come with us, Shoto,” You whispered, “Look at how disposable we are to these people,”

Bakugo watched in horror, as the two of you held each other. As you asked Todoroki to leave with you. That was when it set in, he himself would never do it. Even if it was you that asked. You were too far gone, and he knew you knew he would have to stop you. That you were now his enemy. Even if you looked like her, you were no longer the (Y/N) he loved. You were not the sweet girl that made him blush and stumble over his words. He stood up, readying his quirk. Ready to take you down, to help Todoroki. Surely the Half and Half bastard would not be able to do it on his own, so Bakugo would help him. It was their job, to save you this time.

What he wasn’t expecting was ice to spread strategically throughout the gym. Freezing everyone into place, everyone but you and Dabi. Midoriya let out a loud yell, pleading with his friend to stop. Todoroki was so wrapped around your finger though, it wouldn’t take much for you to get what you wanted out of him.

“I’ll follow you anywhere prom queen,” Todoroki mumbled, looking towards Dabi who was smirking down at his little brother proudly. Now both he and (Y/n) had what they wanted. This was going to destroy Endeavor, that his perfect masterpiece was now on their side. (Y/n) was just smiling happily, that she had gotten the boy her heart belonged to.

“Well love birds, we better hurry up before the other pros get here,” Dabi hopped off the stage, walking past you both. Your hand linked with Todoroki’s hand again, smiling when he brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He walked past his frozen classmates, his eyes refusing to meet theirs. That was until he got to Bakugo, pausing in front of the one who was once his biggest competition.

“Sho, don’t be mean,” You practically whined, “You don’t need to rub it in,”

“No, I just need him to know that the better man has this one,” Todoroki’s tone was different, as if he was trying to hint something to Bakugo, “It had to be me,”

Realization washed over Bakugo, as he watched Todoroki follow after you. Midoriya was breaking out of the ice finally, getting ready to run after the two of you. Bakugo busted free of the ice though, stopping Deku from going any further.

“Kacchan let me the hell go, I have to stop them!” Midoriya yelled, trying to push Bakugo’s hand off of him.

“No, Deku, for once don’t be the hero, it has to be Todoroki,” Bakugo grabbed the green haired boy by his shirt, “Half and Half bastard has to be the one to take (Y/N) down.”

….God save the prom queen.

[subbykboys]

pretty in pink | yangyang

↳ pairing : yangyang x reader

Genre ➞ smutty smut smut

Warnings ➞ PWP, sub!yangyang, dom!reader, feminization, cross dressing (technically only lace thigh highs but still counts!!), fingering (m. receiving), hair puling, pegging

Word Count ➞ 4.9k 

requested by @that0nedumbbitch

posted ; 5.13.20

You’d only been teasing. 

Really, it was completely harmless. 

Cooing over how small and delicate he was as he huffed in annoyance and batted away your tickling fingertips. Playfully entertaining the idea of stuffing those slim dancer legs of his into a pair of your favorite pink lace thigh highs, taunting him with how pretty he’d look, how he had the perfect hips to compliment a pair of panties. 

Well— it was harmless until you saw the look of annoyance melting into something else entirely. 

“But you’ve got the perfect little ass for it~” you snickered, laughing loudly when your boyfriend sharply swatted your hands away as they wandered to pinch at his butt. 

“Y/n! Knock it off!” He hissed, voice tinged with a faint whine as he pinned you with a weak glare, squirming to the opposite side of the couch in hopes of escaping your playful groping. You grinned in wild amusement, taking an immense amount of pleasure in watching him whine and pout and wriggle. 

Gosh, he was always so god damn cute. And for what? To torture you? If he wasn’t careful, your heart might just explode one day. You still can’t comprehend how you’ve lasted so long in a relationship with him without combusting from his adorableness. 

“I’m serious!” You laughed, grabbing hold of his waist and tugging him towards you before crawling on top of him, trapping him beneath you. 

He rolled his soft brown eyes, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly as he refused to meet your gaze. You snickered, caging his head in between your arms as you leaned down to pepper light kisses across his warm cheeks. 

“You’d look so cute in lace. Pink, especially. You’ve got the perfect complexion.” You mused, drumming your fingers over his stomach, chuckling as it tensed and he squirmed at the ticklish sensation. 

“Shut up! Would not!” He countered in a loud whine. 

“Would to!” You shot back stubbornly. 

“Would. Not.” He gritted, chin jutting out as he glared up at you. 

You grinned widely. “Wanna bet?” 

He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow lifting into an intrigued, curious arch. “Bet?” He asked softly, blinking hard once. 

Your lips curled. That wasn’t a no. 

His eyes went wide when he saw the look on your face, his lips parted to let out any objection. But before he could double back and drop a flat rejection, you’d already hopped off of him. He yelped in surprise when you grabbed hold of his hands and yanked him up right along beside you. 

“Wait—” he squeaked. 

“Too late~” you sang, dragging him into your bedroom. The moment the door shut behind you, you pushed him onto your bed. He let out a surprised breath, wide eyes watching carefully as you moved towards your dresser. 

“What’re you doing, y/n?” He asked cautiously. 

Chuckling, you pulled open the top drawer, a triumphant gasp escaping you when your fingers brushed over the very thing you were searching for. “What I do best,” you whirled around to face him with a mischievous little smirk, “proving you wrong.” 

Yangyang barely had time to process those words before you were tossing something into his lap. He gently lifted the pink fabric, holding it up in front of his face to get a better idea as to what exactly it was. Though, he immediately regretted it once it clicked in his head. The shade of red his face turned was only comparable to a freshly painted fire hydrant 

“Y/n!” He shrieked in horror, yeeting the pale pink thigh highs across the room. You barely managed to catch them midair with how hard you were cackling, body doubling over, cheeks aching as tears burned in the back of your eyes. 

“Whaaat?” You drawled, holding out the thigh highs to admire them with a lazy grin. “I think that they’re pretty cute. But they’d look even better on those gorgeous legs of yours.” 

He blinked at you rapidly, spluttering clumsily over his words, “y–you want m–me to wear those?!” 

“Yup!” You confirmed happily, popping the ‘p’. 

“You can not be serious.” He murmured in complete disbelief. 

“Deadly.” You smirked playfully, stepping forward to drape the sheer fabric over one of his shoulders. There was a brief lull of silence in which Yangyang stared up at you with saucer sized eyes, jaw practically on the floor. “What? Not up for it? Don’t tell me that you’re a wuss.” 

The taunting pitch of your voice coaxed the expression of astonishment off of his face, replacing it with stubborn determination. You always had a thing for his competitive side. 

“I am not a wuss.” He grumbled, lower lip jutting out as his brows furrowed. 

“Oh really?” You hummed softly, eyes narrowing as the corners of your lips turned upwards. He swallowed thickly when you stepped forward, nudging his legs apart with your own, looking down at him with a dark smirk. 

Slowly, you lowered your head. His breathing grew deeper, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your lips just barely caressing over his. His immediate responsiveness filled you with a sense of pride, your grin widening as you whispered slowly; 

“Then prove it.” 

He shuddered, chin tilting up in an attempt to connect your lips. But, instead of being met with the warmth of your mouth against his, he felt something slightly rougher. His eyes fluttered open, and he quickly jerked his head back, face heating with a blush upon being met with the pink thigh highs.  

“First, try these on for me. After that, we can discuss having a little… fun… how’s that sound?” There was a promise lingering in those words, a promise he couldn’t bring himself to disregard. Gnawing roughly on his bottom lip for a moment, his gaze flicked from your smug grin to the thigh highs and back a few times before he let out a soft huff of defeat. 

“Fine.” He snatched them from your grip and pushed himself to stand upright, beginning to trudge towards your connected bathroom. 

“Oh!” You exclaimed suddenly, whipping around to yank open a second drawer, digging around for a moment before pulling something out and tossing it at him. “Put this on, too. If I’m getting a taste, I want the whole fucking meal.” 

He rolled his eyes in spite of the heat in his cheeks, before spinning back around and making his way fully into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You smiled to yourself, flopping back onto the mattress with a content sigh. 

Now this… was going to be fun. 

To kill whatever time he needed, your impatient mind flooded with images of your boyfriend, picturing him in as implicit detail your mind could manage. Picturing him with that shy look on his face, blushing with flickering eyes. Picturing him whining about how exposed he felt, shuffling bashfully on his feet as he pouted at you. Picture him laying flush on his back, panting and moaning, begging for more— 

“Snap out of it!” You hissed at yourself upon realizing you’d let your mind wander just a bit too far. Though, it was too late to pretend that the mental images hadn’t conjured up a very real warmth in the pit of your stomach. Your head jerked up at the soft squeaking of the bathroom door. It took a few moments for your brain to fully process the sight before you, but once it had… your jaw dropped. 

“Fuck me.” You cursed weakly, ravenous eyes dragged slowly down your boyfriend’s beautifully decorated bodice. 

The pale pink lace clung tightly to his long, slim legs, squeezing ever so perfectly around the middle of his thighs. You mentally praised yourself for having grabbed that white silk button up. It was a few sizes too big for his small frame, hanging slightly off his one shoulder to display his collarbone. The bottom of it reached just above the top of the thigh highs, exposing just enough to have you just about drooling but concealing just enough to leave somethings to your imagination. 

God, he looked so fucking perfect. 

You’d only been messing around before, teasing him to draw out those adorable reactions. But now… now there was an entirely new objective sparking to life in the back of your mind. 

His face was painted a glowing crimson, lower lip caught in a tight grip between his pretty teeth, gaze refusing to meet yours. He was shifting nervously back and forth on his feet, fingers tugging at the hem of the oversized shirt. “O–okay, I put it o–on. Can I take it off now?” He rushed out, voice trembling ever so faintly.

“Come here.” You demanded gently with a light tilt of your head, completely disregarding his question. Swallowing, he shuffled forward a few meager steps. You chuckled darkly, leaning back to rest your weight on your arms. “Closer.” 

A chill wracked his body at the sound of your voice, soft yet rough in all the right ways, practically dripping with venomous seduction. He couldn’t help but to feel himself drifting closer, obeying unquestioningly. He only stopped when his knees were nudging against yours. 

Sitting up, you reached for him. This time, he didn’t swat away your wandering hands as they caressed over the delicate cut of his lithe body, dragging slowly down his clothed front, drifting over his hips, before dropping to soothe over his lace clad legs. 

“God… look at you,” you breathed, fingers tracing the soft floral design at the top, “you look even more stunning than I imagined you would.” 

By the time you lifted your gaze to meet his, he was already staring down at you with hooded eyes, unintentional desire pooling in his deep brown irises. “Y/n—” he began breathlessly, but you cut him off with a question.

“Do you like them?” 

He blinked hazily. “Huh?”

“Do you like them?” You repeated slowly, slipping your fingers beneath the hem to feel the soft grooves created in his delicate skin by the tight elastic. “Do you like the way they feel? Do you think they’re pretty?” 

“I— yes.” He admitted quietly, silently reveling in your teasing caresses. 

“Yes, what?” You pressed persistently, wanting to hear the words come out of his mouth. 

He flushed, smiling shyly. “I– I think they’re pretty. And… I like them.” 

The satisfied, proud glimmer in your eyes made his insides go all warm and mushy. He loved when you looked at him like that. But he loved it even more when you called him a—

“Good boy.” You purred, one hand raising to drape over the back of his neck to pull his head down, effectively connecting your lips in a deep, slow kiss, while the other maneuvered around to press flat against the small of his back, pushing him forwards until he had to place his knees on the bed on either side of your hips, his own hands reaching up to stabilize himself on your shoulders. 

He offered a satisfied hum, eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to melt completely into the kiss. His skin burned where you gripped his thighs, squeezing the thinly veiled flesh every few seconds. A low groan reverberated in the depths of your throat at the feeling of his tongue pressing greedily against your lips. 

“Little eager, aren’t we?” You taunted lightheartedly. He merely moaned in response, his hips nudging forward. The feeling of something hard and warm pressing against your sweatpant clad thigh coaxed a hum from your chest. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

A yelp surged from his lips as you suddenly swung him around, letting his body bounce on the soft mattress before climbing on top of him. “Y/n…” he breathed out, flushing deeply as you pinned his hands down to the mattress on either side of his head. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” You cooed, positioning a knee between his thighs, shifting it up until it was just barely brushing the place that was aching for you the most. 

He whined weakly, hips pressing down to grind himself desperately over the length of your thigh. You chuckled darkly at his shameless display, allowing him to have his fun for a moment, relishing in the way he bit down on his pretty pink lip to suppress breathy moans of delight, eyes fluttering as his face darkened. 

“So fucking gorgeous.” The growling pitch lacing your words made a trembling gasp spilling from his lungs. 

Though, the sound was muffled by your hungry mouth clasping over his. Your hands drifted to clutch at his tight waist, pushing beneath the silky white fabric to feel the tightening of his stomach beneath your touch. He readily allowed his body to bow upwards, pressing his chest tightly to yourself. His skin burned like red fire in your wake, the heat flushing directly down towards his swelling cock, concealed by nothing but the thin, flimsy material of the silk button up. 

“Touch me,” he pleaded meekly, hips rolling, head tossing and all remaining rationality flooding out of his body at a dangerous rate, “please touch me.” 

“Well… since you asked so nicely…” you all but purred, wasting no time in taking advantage of his flexibility and stretching one of his pink lace clad legs upward until his knee was hooked over your shoulder. He gasped at the sudden switch of positions as well as the unexpected stretch of his muscles, but a spark of excitement glinted in his dark pupils. A possessive growl rumbled deeply in your chest at the sight of him below you, so pretty and vulnerable, ready for the taking. 

God… the things you were going to do to him. You craved the sounds of his breathless moans and broken pleas, felt indescribable greed to bend and pull at his body to your selfish will. You wanted to hear him scream your name. Best part was… you knew just how to make him do it. 

“Fuck, baby boy,” you groaned, peering down to catch a glimpse of his swollen dick, leaking onto his exposed stomach. You dragged your tongue over your lips at the sight of his vivid red tip, slick and weeping with precum. A part of you wanted to shimmy down between those beautiful, supple thighs of his and steal a taste of him… but a more impatient part of you just wanted to get to the part where he was face down, ass up and howling your name for all the world to hear. 

“I’m going to wreck you.” 

Now that was a promise. 

Yangyang let out a strangled moan as your hand dropped down between your bodies, cool fingertips feathering over his cock, sending shocks of hot pleasure shooting through his body. Fuck… you could never get over how responsive he was. A single caress was all it took to get him trembling and whimpering, craving for more… more… more. 

“Please– oh please, y/n, please.” The sound of his begging had the flickering flame of desire burning inside of you tearing into a full blown forest fire, blazing hot as the sun and uncontrollable. 

You silenced any more impending pleas with your lips slotting into his. This kiss was different from the last. It was fiercer, hungrier, deeper. Your tongue dipped into his mouth, tasting him, exploring him, rediscovering him. A delighted moan pulsed from your mouth into his as he boldly took your tongue between his lips and sucked, staring up at you with a dark, hooded gaze, before releasing it with a lewd pop. 

“Shit,” you hissed, the hand that had been teasing his arousal snapping up to take your mouth’s place at his lips, gently pressing between them, “suck, baby.” 

He readily obliged in spite of the hot blush overwhelming his cheeks, happily taking your fingers knuckle deep, tongue lapping while his head bobbed, hazy eyes fluttering as they gazed into yours. You snagged your lip between your teeth, moaning weakly as you watched him go to town on your fingers. A smug smirk drew itself across your face, “fuck, baby. You’re pretty good with your tongue, aren’t you?” 

At your teasing tone, he offered up a weak glare, giving one final –purposeful– suck before pushing your hand away from his face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take a great amount of pleasure in the sight of your slickened fingers connected to his full, pink lips by a slim, glistening string of saliva. 

“Don’t tease. Just fuck.” 

You choked on a sudden bout of laughter, face splitting with a wide grin as you gave a blunt nod. “I love the way your mind works, sweet thang.” Without missing a beat, you pushed your hand down between your bodies once more. A shudder of anticipation and delight roused goosebumps across his skin as you traced his rim with slow, careful circles. The leg hooked over your shoulder tightened faintly, heel nudging between your shoulder blades. 

“Y/n,” he whined softly, hips grinding down, “please touch me. Wanna feel you.” 

The childish pout that pressed itself across his lips did not fail in making your heart swell. Damn, you were always a sucker for those precious puppy dog eyes. Relenting, you pressed a finger to his entrance, offering a shallow, experimental thrust just past his tight rim. His body jolted, a light gasp shooting from his chest as his eyes widened slightly. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” You hummed, voice gravelly and dark as you pressed your finger deeper inside of him. He whined, nodding rapidly as he pressed his hips down. “You want more?” 

“Yes,” he choked out, tossing his head back as you offered a shallow thrust, “god, yes! Please.” 

An appreciative sound rumbled deep in your chest at his desperate begging. In return, you drove your finger deep inside of him, curling and stroking it against his tight walls. He cried out, your name a sinful moan on his wet, pink lips. 

“Mm, that’s right, sweetheart. Feels good, doesn’t it?” You groaned roughly, smirking as he rolled and trembled beneath you. He could only manage a broken whine, head bobbing as he panted heavily, breath hot— almost searing against your skin. “Say it, baby. Let me hear you.” 

“Y/n,” he whimpered, muscles trembling at the feeling of a second finger prodding curiously at his hole, “please give it to me. I need it so— oh fuck, so bad.” 

Well… he did say please. 

Without another thought, you stretched him out around a second finger. He moaned hoarsely, eyes fluttering as he clenched around you, mouth hanging open and spilling out shameless sounds of euphoria. You cooed, the sound almost taunting as you watched him writhe. 

God, he was so cute like this. You almost couldn’t stand it— almost. 

Pivoting your head, you pressed a kiss to the inside of his lace clad knee, drawing a low, sweet moan from his throat accompanied by a soft mewl of your name. Chuckling, you allowed your mouth to slowly drift down the length of his thigh, sucking light pink marks into the supple skin. The closer you got to his weeping cock, the more he squirmed and whimpered for more… more… more. 

“So greedy,” you purred, nipping lightly at the inside of his thigh, only an inch or so away from his arousal, “my fingers aren’t enough for you, sweetheart? You want my mouth, too?” You emphasized your statement with a purposeful curl of your fingers that had him throwing his head back and crying out in a vocal display of his pleasure. 

“Oh please— please, please, please.” He begged shamelessly, rocking his hips back against your fingers, only to whimper in hopeless despair as you drew them out of him completely. “No, no, no, no— y/n, please.” 

You hushed him sweetly, shifting up to gently stroke his flushed cheek, tenderly wiping away a stray tear that had trickled from the corner of his eye with your thumb. “Oh don’t cry, my sweet boy. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Just be patient for a moment, alright?” You murmured reassuringly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He whimpered softly, before giving a faint nod of his head as he caught his breath. 

Smiling, you pushed yourself off of him and the bed completely, swiftly turning to open the top drawer of your nightstand. “W-what’re you doing?” He asked breathlessly, propping himself up on his elbows. 

Instead of responding, you dipped your hand inside, a smirk curling onto your face as you pulled out your personal favorite toy. A beautiful, long, thick purple strap-on. Yangyang let out a trembling breath at the sight of it, his eyes going hooded, his lips parting, his breath picking back up as excitement burned hot in his veins. 

Without missing a beat, you tossed off your shirt, your thick sweatpants following suit before you pulled the black harness up over your legs and swiftly secured it on your hips in their place. Your hand dipped back into the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. You didn’t waste a single moment before popping open the lid and flipping it over to pour a generous amount into your awaiting palm. 

“Oh god.” He whimpered, cock twitching tellingly as you slowly lathered it over the length of the purple silicon. 

“Oh baby,” you cooed teasingly, crawling back onto the bed and over his body that was trembling with desperation. He inhaled deeply, stifling a low moan as you slipped yourself back between his thighs, your strap nudging lightly against his rock hard arousal. Lowering your head, you grazed your lips over his ear, enjoying the way he shuddered as you nipped at his sensitive lobe. “God’s got nothing to do with this.” 

A high pitched moan burst from his lips as you suddenly thrust your hips forward, filling him to the hilt in one fellow swoop. He immediately flung his arms and legs around you, fingers digging into your shoulder blades as his crossed heels pressed into your lower back. You peppered soothing kisses to the place where his neck and shoulder met, allowing him a moment to adjust to the abrupt intrusion. 

“Tell me when you’re ready, baby.” You whispered quietly against his skin, slipping a hand beneath the silk top to caress his stomach and waist. He took three deep breaths, face nuzzling into the naps of your neck, before he finally nodded his head. 

“R– Ready, I’m ready.” His voice was airy and light as it touched your ears, his trembling hands drifting up to clutch at the back of your neck. But he gasped as you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down above his head. 

“You sure? Because once I start…” he shuddered as your dark gaze slid slowly over his beautifully disheveled form, a taunting little smirk twirling at the corners of your lips, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” 

“Shit,” he hissed sharply, capturing his lower lip tightly between his teeth, “fuck me, y/n. Please— fuck me.” 

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, those are the magic words.  

Before he could so much as blink you were pounding into him mercilessly. 

A silent scream exploded from his lips, his lithe back bowing off the mattress, head thrusting back into the pillow as his eyes rolled. 

Rough grunts rumbled in the back of your throat as you plowed into him at full speed, the sharp crack of skin connecting with skin bouncing off the walls. The room filled with the unfiltered sounds of pleasure that erupted from your boyfriend’s lips: his melodic moans, hoarse whimpers, broken whines, trembling sobs. And each one was like a shot of red hot adrenaline straight to the vein, egging you on, encouraging you to go faster, fuck harder. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it.” You snarled roughly, pinning his hips to the mattress with your free hand, nails digging deep crescent moons into his delicate skin that were sure to remain visible for days to come. He sobbed brokenly, tears of uncontrollable pleasure swelling in his pretty eyes. 

It never failed to amaze you how he was able to still look so stunning even when he was crying. Then again— pretty much everything about Liu Yangyang was almost painfully beautiful. One of the many, many reasons that you were so helplessly in love with the boy. 

“Y/n,” he barely managed to gasp out, eyes beginning to roll to the back of his head, displaying the whites of his pretty eyes, “y/n– wait—” 

Your hips immediately slowed to a slow, manageable grind, the faintest twinge of concern igniting in your gut. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice soft in his ear. “Too much?” 

He immediately shook his head. “No, no. I just— well, I…” he paused, closing his eyes and taking a slow deep breath as his cheeks burned with an embarrassed blush. Gathering the courage to say what was on his mind, he opened them back up, determination glinting in his caramel irises. “I want you to fuck me f–from behind.” 

Oh? Your brows raised slowly, not having expected just a bold statement from your bashful boyfriend. But the look on his face told you that you hadn’t misheard, and a shit eating grin stretched across your face. 

“Fuck.” You breathed out, heat surging through your veins. “Your wish is my command.” 

He squeaked as you flipped him over onto his stomach, grabbing his hips and tugging him up until he was on his hands and knees in front of you, cute round ass on full display for your devouring gaze. You cooed softly as you dragged your fingers over the pretty pink lace on the backs of his thighs. His skin trembled under your touch, his body subconsciously pressing back, seaking more. 

But, he was in for one hell of a surprise as your palm collided roughly with his backside with a sharp smack. He shrieked, jolting forward. He swung his head around, eyes wide and mouth gaping. “Y/n!” 

You grinned at him cheekily. “Sorry, baby boy. I couldn’t help myself.” 

He huffed at you, rolling his pretty brown eyes. “Yeah ri— ah!” Before he could finish speaking, you were tracing the tip of your silicone dick over his pink rim, just barely pressing it in. “Oh… y/n… please.” Well, that was a pretty quick change of tone. 

A low hum vibrated on your lips, eyes going hooded as you soothed a gentle palm over the reddening spot. “Hm… you sound so pretty when you beg. Do it again.” 

He snagged his lower lip between his teeth, head lowering to rest his damp forehead on his arm. You didn’t offer him the chance to relax into the position, taking him off guard as you weaved your fingers through his soft hair and jerked his head back. A rough gasp erupted from his chest, eyes fluttering at the delicious strain in his neck and the beautiful burn of his scalp. 

“I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you, sweetheart?” Your voice was a lethal snarl against the shell of his ear, his entire body shuddering in response to it. “You want my dick you’re going to have to at least say please. You can do that, can’t you?” He whimpered, nodding as much as his body would allow given his current position. “Then say it.” 

“Please.” He mewled breathlessly.

“Please, what?” You urged. 

“Please—” he swallowed thickly, “please fuck me.” 

Keeping good on your promise, you immediately thrust your hips forward, filling him completely. He cried out in pleasure, his arms going weak beneath the suddenly unbearable weight of his upper body, causing his body to collapse onto the mattress. But you were quick to brace his hips, keeping his steadily on your knees as you resumed your earlier, mind numbing speed. 

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You grunted out tauntingly between purposeful thrusts that had his body jolting forward. His hands reached back, latching onto your thighs as his face pressed into the plush bed sheets that were growing damp from a mixture of sweat, drool, and tears. The room filled with his moans, the distinctive sounds that he made when he was teetering on the edge of release. 

Reaching beneath his quivering hips, you wrapped your fingers around his throbbing dick. He sobbed out, the feeling of being touched where he needed it most sending his brain and body into overdrive. 

“Y/n— I’m gonna—” he couldn’t even finish the statement, too scrambled up inside to make any sense of the words coming out of his own mouth. But, he didn’t need to say it. You could feel it. Feel it in the way he was trembling and quivering, dick twitching uncontrollably and spilling precum over your knuckles. 

“Come, baby.” 

And so he did, unraveling beneath you like a ball of yarn, spilling himself over your fingers as he collapsed, body completely spent. You dipped down, pressing tender, soothing kisses over his shoulder blades, working him through his high with only the gentlest of caresses and sweetest of whispers. 

“You did so well, my love,” you hummed, massaging his waist as you carefully turned him onto his back. A hazy smile curled at the corners of his lips, hooded eyes staring up at you with nothing but the purest satisfaction. You chuckled light-heartedly, caressing away any lingering tears that remained on his flushed cheeks. “You feeling alright?” 

“I feel…” he let out a long, heavy breath, his eyes fluttering shut as his features took on a blissed out expression, “Fantastisch.” 

“I’m glad,” you hummed lightly, pecking the tip of his nose, before a teasing grin twirled onto your face, “next time… you should try on a skirt for me. I bet you’d look so fuckable—” 

You were abruptly cut off by a pillow connected to your face. 

“In your fucking dreams.” 

Hm... you’ll see about that. 

A/N; sdsjdh you guys are so cute I really can’t stand it seriously. Thank you for such a warm welcome!! This is my first post on here, so I hope you guys enjoyed! 

[sevlgi]

I need u

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: pyromaniac!reader, based on bts hyyh universe. [26/33]

warnings: fire, mental health issues, mentions of abuse, death, mild violence, suicide attempt

synopsis: Rosé would be nothing without your fire, but what happens when she’s the one who has to rescue you from it?

a/n:  DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU READ: this is not meant to portray a healthy relationship in any way. this is based off of a music video, the HYYH series to be exact, and is not meant to reflect how I think rosé would act. PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING

word count: 1.7k

Before she met you, Chaeyoung didn’t think she was missing anything.

Sure, she knew that it wasn’t exactly normal to be so indifferent about everything, to not feel an ounce of passion for a single thing in her life. 

As soon as you first blazed into her life, though, it all became so much clearer. There was so much fire behind your eyes, the intensity of your feelings fueling you in an incredible explosion that was too close to burning you up for comfort. Where she was calm and level-headed, you were impulsive, the fervor you felt for your dreams the direct opposite of her slow pace.

And suddenly, she felt things that she had never had before. Chaeyoung finally experienced the butterflies she read about, something that might even be called love.

Either way, she was fascinated by everything about you. Your fires and your storms, your passions and your anger, everything that formed the blazing light that illuminated her darkness.

She needed you-- Chaeyoung knew that she was nothing without you. Without your fire, she was just a trickling stream, cool and silent in a way that no one would miss.

But slowly, that intensity to you began to scare her. The sheer passion you held burned you up from the inside out, too much fuel and not enough time or room to contain it. The calluses on your hands from playing piano in the middle of the night became the imprint of a lighter’s ridge, the excitement you felt at mastering a new piece becoming fury at the world around you.

You didn’t seem to love anymore, only hate. And that meant you didn’t love her anymore, which was what scared Chaeyoung the most.

Because she needed you, and you were burning up like the last sparks of a bonfire in the last night of summer.

“Does it hurt?”

Shrugging to hide her wince when you touched the bruise on her cheek, Chaeyoung assured you, “It doesn’t. Promise.”

It did nothing to quell the anger furrowing your brow, but you sighed and turned back to the cloudy gray sky, legs swinging over the side of the trailer. Below the two of you, the sounds of your friends playing echoed, scaring away the crows perched opposite you. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What for?” the lavender-haired girl asked, her hand cold compared to your warm one. “It’s not your fault.”

“It might not be,” you agreed, reaching over to brush some hair out of Chaeyoung’s eyes. Somehow, you were unaware of the effect you had on her. “But I still hate it. There’s just so much wrong with the world around us.”

Chaeyoung huffed out a breath through her nose, crossing her legs. “Don’t say that, Y/N. Aren’t you always the one telling me to see the brightness of things?”

Frowning, you got the lighter out of your pocket again, your thumb rolling over the ridge mindlessly. “Yeah. But I was wrong whenever I told you that, Rosie. You can’t believe that. Just look at your face- strangers did that to you, just for bumping into them.”

“It’s not their fault,” she tried, watching as the hem of your jacket was nearly singed. “They were angry. You’re angry, too, don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t hit someone if you were mad enough.”

You looked over to her disbelievingly. “I wouldn’t. God, Chaeyoung, who do you think I am? I wouldn’t hit someone, never mind you, not unless they hit me first.”

“Good.”

After some silence between the two of you, you began flicking at the lighter again, the clicks louder than they should’ve been almost a story above the ground. “We should leave someday.”

“Leave?” Chaeyoung cocked her head at you, tapping a stray rock she found on the blue-painted metal of the trailer’s roof. “What, all of us? To where, Y/N? Where would we go that would accept us?”

Sprawling out on the roof, despite all the dead leaves and dirt surrounding you, you watched the clouds go by and sighed. “I don’t know. All I know is that none of us can stay here, jagiyah. Seoul, maybe, or somewhere else in the world. Your English is good, we can survive.”

She let out a breathless laugh, scooting back so that you could lay your head on her thigh. Plucking the lighter out of your hand, she blew the fire out and tossed it aside. “Maybe. Would we go to America?”

“Where do you want to go?” You squinted up at her, the sky reflected in your eyes. “I’ll go anywhere you and the others want to.”

“What about Australia?” Chaeyoung giggled. “I’ve always liked their accents.”

“Australia, then,” you agreed, smiling up at her. It was moments like this that she would forever treasure, just talking about the possibilities of the future with you. No matter how hopeless it was, you had each other to brave through all of it, and it was enough to make her want to keep going.

Jennie appeared from below the trailer, her hands steady on the railing leading up. “What about Australia?” she grinned, Lisa hitting her from behind to make her go faster. “Yah, Lisa!”

“Y/N, stop it!”

Chaeyoung grasped futilely at you as you shattered a glass bottle on the concrete stairs leading up to your bedroom, screaming out as the spray of leftover alcohol hit you. With a shove, all the empty bottles on top of your dresser smashed to the floor, your unhealthy coping methods creating an even larger mess to have to clean up.

She rushed at you, arms wrapping around you in an attempt to stop you from doing anything else you’d regret. You only laughed and swayed, your girlfriend’s hands digging harder into your back. “Let go, Rosie.”

“No, not until you stop,” she panted, feeling her eyes sting as she squeezed. “Please-”

Once you found that your struggling was futile, your hands shot out, pushing at Chaeyoung’s stomach hard enough to slam her into the wall away from you. She gasped, even though it didn’t really hurt, sliding to the floor as you stumbled away. “Told you to let me go,” you snapped, stumbling over your own two feet as you backed away.

Desperation hit her, desperation to bring you out of your alcohol-induced fit, and she lunged forward, her hand bracing on your chest before her fist connected with your face.

There wasn’t much power behind the hit, but under the influence, you collapsed onto the stairs next to the remaining shards of glass, coughing out as you felt blood on the corner of your mouth. Chaeyoung hauled you up, her hands fisting in your shirt as she begged, “Come back, Y/N. Please, I need you.”

“You need me?” Once again, the sheer fury in your eyes was scaring her, seeming somehow cold in all its blazing glory. “Yeah, well, you’ll have to live without me. I’m gone, Chaeyoung, I’m leaving. I’m leaving this-- this shitty town, and you’re coming with me.”

The lavender-haired girl practically sobbed out, “I’m not! I’m still in school, Y/N, I can’t go without you. Don’t do this to me, please.”

Instead of a response, you twisted hard, flinging Chaeyoung onto the couch by the stairs and walking off. “Y/N! Jagiyah, don’t-”

The door slammed behind you, and she could only stare up at the ceiling to push down the boiling tears welling behind her eyes.

Where did it all go so wrong?

The lighter was warm from how long you had held it, an imprint of the switch seemingly permanent in the side of your thumb.

Your initials and your girlfriend’s were scratched in the cheap plastic; every time you bought a new one, you did the same thing. Recently, you’d started using the dull knives you could find in motels and other places.

After the day you threatened to leave, you were evicted. That made it easier than it ever had been to just up and leave, the only possessions you owned being the flannel Chaeyoung lent you and the clothes on your back, but for some reason, you stayed.

She had just graduated the night before, and you had asked her to finally go with you. Even Lisa was ready to leave, and all it took was Chaeyoung coming to your motel room.

Glancing over at the clock, you sighed, realizing that it was 4 hours past when she said she’d arrive. The plan was to pick her up, then go to Jisoo’s, where you could steal her brother’s car and leave, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards any longer.

Hauling yourself up, you seized the open tub of kerosene, splashing it all over the room. It soaked the sheets, the rugs, until your bare feet were wet with the liquid where you stood. Alcohol, anything that could be burned- you poured it all over the room and yourself, staring at the blank screen of your phone. I’m so sorry, Chaeyoung.

The lighter thudded to the floor and orange light lit up the room.

“Shit,” the girl gasped when she saw the smoke billowing out the window of what she knew to be your hotel room. Her bags were dropped to the floor as she pulled out her phone and charged for the motel, banging the door open faster than she needed to.

“Excuse me, young- hey!”

Chaeyoung ignored the receptionist yelling at her, turning the corner onto the stairs as she called the fire department. “H-hi, there’s a fire. Yes, in the motel on the corner of Main, please get here as fast as you can!”

She kicked your door open, gasping when she found you lying on the bed amidst the flames. Covering her face with the sleeve of her jacket, she rushed in, shaking you. “Y/N, get up. Y/N!”

The lighter, she realized, was on the floor. That couldn’t have been a mistake- you never let it out of your sight.

Either way, she looped her arms underneath yours, struggling to pull you out without touching any of the flames. “Come on, Y/N,” she groaned, hissing when she stepped right by the fire.

“I need you.”

[lavishedinjimin]

Room 109 -> jjk (m)

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: werewolf!au ↳ word count: 6.7k ↳ warnings: alpha!jungkook, omega!reader, omega is in heat, mating, knotting, dirty talk, female solo masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe!), jk is proud of his size lol, multiple orgasms, pregnancy kink — synopsis: Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch. 

A/N: I hope this oneshot can heal all of your thirsty, sexually frustrated souls. Also, this is my first time writing about a/b/o fics so please go easy on me. Please enjoy! 

Let’s face it, your college entrance exams were hard enough but finding a decent apartment that was close to your university and wasn’t gender-neutral was harder.

Almost all of the closest residencies were full and booked of students that were about to experience a new chapter of their life. College. You get stressed very easily, and the fact that there are almost no more apartments that accepts only girls freaks you out. You are not going to share a goddamn room with a boy. Hell no.

“Mom…” you mewl as you cradled closer to your mother’s side with your laptop in front of you, “They’re all full.” You whimpered when the words ‘Sorry! We are fully booked right now! Try searching for other apartments that attain your satisfaction.’

“No baby,” she hushes you sweetly, wrapping an arm around your small body while caressing your arm. “Don’t give up just yet.”

Trust me, you were close to giving up.

It wasn’t about the point that you hate boys – you don’t. You just don’t trust them. It’s hard to earn your trust, and your parents raised you like that. Your pack had a history of betrayal and treachery from other wolves, and was once a powerful pack was now fragile and weak. Most of your friends were Omegas like you, but they have Alphas to look after them.

The only Alpha friend… well – he’s not necessarily a friend was a guy from your high school, Hyejun.  

He once was a part of the pack but with the influence of his father, they left, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. Packs were always there for each other, it was their sole promise. They were the first ones to leave the group. It was surprising that your father didn’t go to try and kill them instantly. Strangely enough, Hyejun never stopped looking after you. Whenever an Alpha tries to make a move on you, Hyejun would somehow pop in and protect you. That was in high school, though. And now you were in college and you had no idea where he is now.

Just the thought of sharing a whole residence with an Alpha creates creepy tingles down your spine.

It was now a week before school starts and you still have no place to live. Without further thinking, you huffed and opened your laptop.

‘Gender neutral apartments near me’

Your eyes widened when you opened a website that was full of apartments that were still available. “Mom,” you called out, and within no more than five seconds she was right behind you, bending down as she rests her hands on the couch.

“Oh, darling! You’ve finally found a – oh.”

“Mom, I know, it’s the only ones that aren’t fully booked.” You spoke desperately.

“Y/n, daughter,” she sighs and walks around to sit on the space beside you. “If there’s no more choice then I guess we have to take the chances.”

“T-Take the chances of what?”

You mother smiles at you, “You know what. It’s better than to live so far away from your school, yeah?”

You look down, “I guess so…”

“Hey, liven up, baby,” she giggles, “Let’s not worry too much. There’s still a chance that you’ll have a nice young lady as your roommate.”

You pursed your lips, nodding. There was no time to hold up a grudge, you need to do what you had to do.

~

“Y/l/n Y/n.” You told the clerk behind the glass countertop, gripping your backpack and your suitcase tightly. She nods and starts typing on her computer whilst readjusting the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Room 109. Shared with Mr. Jeon Jungkook, am I right?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders.

“Great! Here are your keys,” she hands you two keys, “and please let Mrs. Han over here take you to your room.” A middle-aged woman appears in your vision, wearing a clean blazer uniform. ‘A beta’, you spoke to yourself, smelling her scent.

“Follow me, miss Y/l/n.”

She leads you to an elevator and presses the fourth floor. It was a very awkward silence, and you didn’t know what to do but to just stay put in a corner. You know she can smell you. And you wished that she was just another human, just like the woman behind the counter.  

She suddenly grabs a hold of your suitcase before you could even touch it, and it made you surprised. She smiles politely, “Let me help you.”

Following right behind her, you both walk along clean white hallways. The floor was glossy black tiles, and the sounds of her heels clicking was the only noise that you could hear – except for the harsh beating of your heart. You were so nervous to meet this Jungkook man, and there were so many questions running through your mind.

‘Was he a normal human? Was he a werewolf too? Is he perhaps an Alpha? Beta? Oh, please, be an Omega. Is he nice? Or would he be loud? I wish he doesn’t smoke – I swear to God if he smokes I’m going to leave this place in a flash.’

“Excuse me miss, we’re here.”

Mrs. Han’s voice departed you from your thoughts and you immediately straightened yourself up. “Oh, s-sorry,” you smile pathetically, readjusting your straps.

The woman just grins and lends you your suitcase back. “Well, I’ll be leaving you here. Please, if you have any questions, you are free to go down the lobby. Other information is stated on the documents we gave you. Have a nice day –”

“Do you know who Jeon Jungkook is?”

Your eyes were wide as you spoke, frantically wanting an answer. Mrs. Han knows what you mean, and she sighs.

“Jeon Jungkook, sweetie, is an Alpha.”

Oh, of course he is.

You were about to throw another tantrum, hell – you wanted to throw up, but she quickly places her hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “Y/n, I just want you to keep safe. He can be a little too much sometimes, but try to make an alliance with him. Don’t get into his bad side, okay?”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t.”

“Good, now go in there. We don’t have all day.” She leaves you with a final smile and turns away, heels clicking.

You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. ‘This is my worst nightmare’.

With sweaty hands, you use the keys on the lock and turned the doorknob. You pushed the door slightly, peeking to see if anyone’s inside. You opened the door halfway, and you sigh in relief when you saw no one. “Thank God.”

You pulled your large pink suitcase in and shut the door behind you. Ahead of you were a kitchen and a living room – a decent size for two people. The walls were painted in beige with white trims. ‘I could get used to this’, you thought.

You take a look around, noticing that there were things already placed on some shelves. You cringed when you saw how disorganized the cupboards were. Empty jars of Nutella and peanut butter, expired milk, and many more. Great job, Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook – your eyes expand when you see a man who just walked out from a bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body.

You shrieked as you covered your eyes, instantly turning around. You mentally cursed yourself that you know have the image of his half-naked body engraved in your mind. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t m-mean to!” You stumbled on your words, panting heavily from shame.  

Jungkook, on the other hand, clenches his jaw from your sweet and heavenly scent. ‘She’s an omega’, he thinks, and a smirk slowly crept up his lips. ‘Maybe having a roommate wouldn’t be bad after all’.

Jungkook releases a deep chuckle as he stares at your small figure. He doesn’t try to walk closer to you, knowing that it might scare you. He knows he can radiate a strong aura for new people.

“It’s alright, you can turn around.”

His statement shocks you and you shake your head side to side. Funny enough, you still kept your eyes closed with your hands, even though you were already facing away from him. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“But why?” Jungkook pushes, loving your cute reaction, “We’re roommates now, dear, you’ll have to get used to seeing me shirtless.”

You gulp at his words, suddenly feeling your blood rush into your cheeks. Jungkook smirks when he feels the air in the room change, he knows what he’s doing to you. The wolf in him smells your lovely scent, and he indulges himself in it. He slowly walks closer to your body until there’s a one-foot distance. Your breath hitches up, afraid to breathe. ‘I need to calm down…’

“I’m sorry if I react like this, sweetheart. It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a female omega. I forgot how addicting their scent can be…” he trails off, the last sentence spoke in a mutter as he leans his head down to the crook of your neck. You flinch when you felt his hot breath on your skin, goosebumps arising.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t bite.” He says smugly and you can practically feel the smirk wearing on his face. You jump when he places both of his hands on your hips. “H-hey—”

He swiftly turns you around so you were now facing him. His hair was still damp, some of it covering his eyes. You couldn’t even dare to look down, yet you can see how muscular he was on the very bottom of your eyes. Your stare wavered when he made eye contact with you, his eyes holding so much authority and control.

“May I get your name, pretty girl?”

You chew on your bottom lip with the petname he gave for you, eyes blinking twice – three times.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” your name rolls out of his tongue so perfectly, his voice so pleasing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites. That smile that probably makes a lot of girls – and boys – heart to flutter. Every word you knew was stripped out of your head as you didn’t know what to reply.

Realizing that you were still on his grip, you held onto his wrists and pushed them away from your body.

“U-Umm, nice t-to meet you.” You force an awkward smile, gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly to ensure your balance.

Stepping back, you finally see a clearer vision of his appearance. He was tall – really tall, probably a head and a half taller than you. He was built really nicely, his figure strong to protect his pack as he was born to do.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, smiling smugly when he notices you staring at him for far too long.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry… I better get to my room now.” You mumble, proceeding to go…actually—you didn’t know where you were going.

“Here,” he chuckles as he moves your hand away from your suitcase and he grabs a hold of it instead, “I’ll show you your room.”

You follow Jungkook behind him and let me tell you, his back muscles were unbelievably impressive. ‘Why isn’t he ashamed by all this? He’s only wearing a towel, for god’s sake!’

“I’m sorry I didn’t clean the area, I wasn’t told that you were coming today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. But it’s okay though.” You replied, smiling politely even though he can’t see you.

He leads you to a white door and stops in front of it. “After you,” he smiles and you thank him quietly, the blush on your face still clear and evident. You open the door and you smile brightly when you see how spacious it was. You walk further inside and notice the neat, twin-sized bed.

“I promise you that this room was locked when I got here. The management only opened this when you booked it.”

You ran your hands on the soft mattress of the bed, “Did they clean it?”

“Of course they did, sweetheart.” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widened for a split second before you clench your jaw. “Stop calling me that,” you fight the urge of blushing once again, not making any eye contact with his own burning irises. You didn’t like what you were feeling – you didn’t like that you felt so frail under his overwhelming watch.

“You’re body’s telling me something else though, Y/n.” he walks around to face you with a sly smile plastered on his face. You didn’t look directly at his face, but you were faced right in front of his built arms. Some beads of water were still tripling down his skin and cause you to gulp. His biceps flex involuntarily, beautifully-toned abs right in front of your view. It was mouthwatering. You tried to fix your direction somewhere else, but his body was just begging to be seen.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled. Jungkook doesn’t say anything else – thankfully – and he smiles at you.

“Well, I guess I’ll be leaving you here. Please make yourself at home,” he steps back with a handsome grin, shaking his wet hair away from his eyes. “You’re free to do anything, just don’t eat my food, okay?”

You crease your brows together, wanting to chuckle at his statement, “I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good.” He proceeds to walk to the door, “See you around, Y/n.”

~

“Must you always stay quiet all the time?” Jungkook suddenly plops beside you on the couch, interrupting your daily reading session. You can see his face close to your left shoulder on the corner of your eyes, trying to analyze whatever you’re reading.

“Well, a person doesn’t blabber around when they’re reading, huh, Jungkook?” You snap, clearly annoyed at him. You were just about to enter the goddamned war scene of the story. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you the attention you always want.” You roll your eyes, fixing your gaze back on your book.

Jungkook looks taken aback from your words, causing him to raise a single brow up. “Hmm, someone’s got a sharp tongue.” He leans closer to you, making you feel timid. His mouth was so close to your ear, and his breathing sent shivers all over your system. “I never would’ve thought that you can be so bratty,” he growls the last few words in a deep voice.

Bratty? You shifted in your seat, feeling a little bit weird. You didn’t like to be called a brat, it makes you feel degraded.

“I’m sorry,” you ended up saying that in a whisper, cautiously lifting your head to look back up at him. Jungkook’s heart beats faster on his chest, seeing your big eyes staring at him so innocently and so cutely.

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

Jungkook chuckles, “It’s okay, sweetheart. How’s abooouuut…” he drags, scooting closer to you, “How’s about I treat you to lunch? You know, get to know each other a bit more. I’ll pay.”

You didn’t hesitate to nod your head, agreeing to his offer. You instantly placed your bookmark and closed the book as you sprinted back to your room to get ready. Anything for free food.

Jungkook laughs at your adorability, watching you shuffle excitedly. He brings his hand up to his lip, playing with it. He was just as eager as you are – but for different reasons.

~

It’s been approximately nine days since you’ve been living with Jungkook, and let me tell you, it was a tough nine days.

You would’ve thought that he would lose this sultry and sensual attitude of his around you after a few days but no. It stayed with him. Sometimes it would get very tiring with all of his teasing and suggestive comments but you held your guard up.

Unfortunately, Jungkook found your weak spots. Jungkook knows what words to say to get you all riled up. He just knows what to do just to make you weak in the knees, and knows what to say to have goosebumps raise on your skin.

Yet thankfully, he never touched you. It was because of the way he presents himself, the aura that he carries with him makes it feel like he owns every place he walks into. But then again, he’s an alpha, and they can take whatever they want in just a loud growl.

But there was no lie that he’s really handsome. He had a perfectly sculpted face, not a single flaw ever to be spotted. His long hair that would go past his ears always looked breathtaking on him, especially when wet.

You would be blind if you said that he wasn’t attractive and fine.

~

You woke up drastically with your chest heaving up and down, your breathing not normal than it should be. You can feel sweat trickling down your spine, all over your neck and your forehead. You felt hot.

Immediately springing into action, you throw the covers away from your body and you remove your pajamas, leaving you in your shirt and underwear. You nervously bite on your lip as you step your foot on the cold floor and made your way through the darkness of your room into the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes expanding in utter horror when you see that your pill bottle was empty. “No, no, no, no, no!” You immediately shuffled through every drawer and cupboards and prayed that you’ll find an extra bottle somewhere. “Did I not pack extra heat suppressants?!” you whisper-shouted to yourself, eyebrows joining together in frustration.

How stupid can you be?

“Okay, okay, calm down,” you paced back and forth, combing your hands through your sweaty hair. Your first instinct was to call your mom, but god it was 5 am in the morning and you didn’t want to wake her up, especially on a Monday where she goes to work. What the fuck were you going to do?

You definitely weren’t going to risk the chances of going outside of your room. You don’t want Jungkook to see you, not at this state. You mentally cursed yourself when you can feel your slick slowly dripping down your thighs, making you whimper involuntarily.

You closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath. Walking out of the bathroom, you instantly made your way to the door of your bedroom and locked it. You just have to lock yourself inside your room until your heat is over.

Laying yourself back on the bed, you wondered if the pills you took yesterday didn’t work. You started your heat two days ago, and you even made sure that you’ve scheduled your pills.

But as time passes, the feeling never went away. You couldn’t sleep. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as each second passes as hair was stuck on your neck and forehead. You tossed and turned all over your mattress, feeling frustrated and needy.

This scared you, not going to lie. It was your first time witnessing yourself in heat without the suppressants, and you didn’t know what to expect. You emitted loud whines and penurious whimpers, calling for some release. You wanted something, you wanted someone.

~

Jungkook groaned when he wakes up and hears the alarm from his phone. He reaches his arm out to grab the device and shuts off the annoying sound with his eyes half-open.

5:30 AM, it reads.

He gets up and switches on the light, blinding him for a couple of seconds before he rubs both of his eyes with a yawn. It was time for his Monday workout session. He prepares himself and changes his clothes to some black gym shorts and a black cut-off sleeve shirt, paired with his usual sneakers. He takes his phone and advances out to the kitchen.

Jungkook was humming softly to himself, filling his large bottle up with warm water from the dispenser.

“Oh, I forgot my headphones,” he said to himself and proceeded to turn around, but a strong scent hit his nose like a truck.

‘What?’

‘Umm…’

‘What the fuck?’

Jungkook’s eyes expanded ten times bigger when a sweet and savory scent filled up the air. He walks closer, sniffing the air until it leads him right in front of your door. Jungkook was now breathing heavily. It was his first time in a very long time to smell an omega in heat, and he doesn’t know if he can control himself any further.

“A-alpha…”

Jungkook’s irises turn red right after he hears your soft but desperate whimper. He growls when he felt his blood rush down to his cock. Jungkook wanted to burst right in, to help you through your heat. You were desiring for an alpha, and he was right there, but he didn’t know that your room was locked not before he tried to open your door.

This brought him back to his senses.

He immediately steps back before anything gets more carried away. He rushes to grab his water bottle – ditching the headphones and immediately runs out of the room with a heavy breath.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” the half-wolf chants as he makes his way towards the elevator with heavy steps. His breathing was rapid, almost making it look like that he was about to faint. He was going mad; he has never smelled an omega that sweet and delicious. It was like a new smell for him. His hormones were going crazy, his mind in a state of lust and desire.

He sighs in relief when he sees no one inside the elevator. Once he pressed the correct floor and the door closed shut, he couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly to the metal rails, knuckles almost turning white. Jungkook usually knows how to keep his control, but something about you just makes him mad.

He growls deeply as the sound of your sweet whimper fills his mind, replaying over and over again. He imagines you, looking so needy and in need of a release below him. He wants to help you, help you release that sexual frustration out of you. He craves to dominate you; your cute, little body. Your voice sounded so cute, so delicate that turns Jungkook on to the max. The word ‘alpha’ rolled down your tongue so smoothly, and he wanted to hear it again and again.

Jungkook tries his absolute best to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he takes several breaths.

~

“A-alpha…” the word came out in an eager tone, desperate for something. Your body was drenched in sweat and you felt slick frantically dripping down your thighs.

Your body took over your mind. All you can ever do was to dread for a mate while your hands teased your hardened nipples through your shirt.

You wanted an alpha. You wanted Jungkook.

As messed up as it was, you were dreading for your roommate to touch you. You were dreading him to mate with you, feel his big member inside of you.

“A-aahh, puh-please,” you mewled into the darkness, bucking your hips into nothing. Your body shivered when you snuck your hands under your shirt and tweaked your hard buds. “I c-cant…” you threw your head agitatedly from side to side, your skin itching from the desperate need of contact.

“Oh, whatever,” you spoke in gritted teeth while sliding your right hand down, cupping your dripping wet core. You immediately shivered from the oh-so-delicate touch, closing your eyes tight. You carefully rubbed your clothed cunt, your fingers immediately dampening as your slick transferred to your fingers.

With your other hand massaging your boob, you hesitantly slipped your hand inside your underwear, biting your lip.

“Mmnggf, my god,” you gasped when your fingers touched your sensitive clit. Without waiting any further, you rubbed the bud hastily as waves and waves of pleasure shoots through your system. You ran your digits down your folds, teasing your pulsing hole by poking the tip of your finger in. “I… a-aaah,” multiples mewls escaped your swollen lips when you rubbed your clit even faster, applying more pressure to escort you to a release.

“I wanna cum…” you begged to no one, “I wanna cum so badly.” You almost wanted to cry with the hopelessness in your body. You arch your back in an uncomfortable way when you pinched your rock-hard nipples once again.

“Please… make me cum, Jungkook.” You whispered.

You imagine that it’s him. You imagine that it’s him doing all of the work for you. His long, slender fingers that can unambiguously do more than your own can. You imagine his big, well-built body hovering over you, controlling your body and making it his.

“Alpha…” you can feel a heavy knot forming inside of your stomach, signaling that you were close. You didn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as your hips buck into the air, your fingers moving faster on your pussy. “Please please please…”

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt hot cum running down from your drenched cunt, and you didn’t stop to make sure everything didn’t go to waste. Your thoughts were clouded with immense pleasure, your body going into a series of quick trembles and shudders.

‘One more time.’

~

Jungkook kept clenching his jaw, his grip on the exercise bike tight. He should be focusing on his workout routine, yet all he could ever think about was you.

‘Were you going through your heat?’

He’d praise you for actually being considerate and locking the door; because if you didn’t, all hell would break loose.

But if he did walk in, would you accept him? Would you let him touch you, let him take over you?

He couldn’t help but ponder that maybe it was all just the pleasure that was speaking for you, and not Y/n herself. He wouldn’t like it if you’ll regret everything when you get back to your normal state.

These thoughts were circulating Jungkook’s head, not until an hour later when he’s officially calmed down. He hesitates to go back inside the room, but he has no other choice.

~

Jungkook.

You can smell him.

Without thinking any further, you jumped out of your bed and ran outside to the living room where your eyes set on a messy-haired Jungkook, shirt stained with sweat while he was downing his water bottle.

“Y-Y/n?” he asks carefully, eyeing you with caution.

You abruptly forgot that you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he can easily smell your arousal from a distance. He notices how your face was so flushed, hair in tangles and you breathing was uneven.

“Jungkook—” you whimpered quietly, pleading him as you walked closer to his frame. Jungkook shakes his head as he steps away from you, noticing his adam’s apple bob as he goes to the very corner of the room.

“Distance, Y/n. I-I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want.” Jungkook rasps, trying his fucking hardest not to pounce on you.

The shirt that you wore only covered a little bit of your wet pussy and your sweet scent filled the entire room in a flash. Jungkook was losing his mind, eyes threatening to roll back from your smell.

“No, please,” your eyes drooped, tugging at the hem of your shirt frustratingly, “I want it, I really, really do.” You sigh. When Jungkook didn’t respond, you took the chance to continue. “I-I ran out of heat suppressants. My heat is too strong today a-and I can’t take it any further.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw. He notices the glistening slick that was slowly creeping down your thighs, and he wanted to punch a wall. He growls lowly to himself, feeling his dick harden again.

“I’ve already cummed t-three times today, but I need more.”

The alpha raises his eyebrows from your statement, “Three?” he chuckles, crossing his muscular arms together in front of his chest, “That’s quite a lot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

There he goes. There he decides to tease you. You’ve learned that you quite love his teasing, and it makes you even hornier.

“I know, but all this time I was thinking about you, Jungkook.” You spoke quietly as you walked closer to him.

“Y-Y/n, are you – oh fuck, are you sure about this?” he tries to say, but your smell was overflowing his mind and it was difficult for him to formulate words. “Do you know what you’re about to do? Hmm?”

“Yes, I’ve never been surer. Please,” you were now right in front of him, and you heard him growl dominantly as he towers over your height. “Please mate with me.”

Without wasting any more time, he suddenly lifts your little body and carries you to his room, shutting the door behind him. He drops you onto the soft bed and you crawl up to rest your head on his pillows. Jungkook smirks down at you while he removes his shirt, revealing his beautifully-toned abs that had just the workout earlier.

“My little, desperate omega,” he scoffs, “begging for another release, aren’t you?” he hovers over you and leans down to lick a bold stripe on your neck. You croon your head to the side, allowing him more access. You let out a moan when he starts to suck on your delicate skin.

“You just want an alpha’s cock to satisfy you, huh?”

You nod briefly, followed by a quiet mewl when he removes your shirt, revealing your breasts to him. “Hmm? Is that what you want? Want this little pussy to be filled up with some big cock?”

“Hnngf, yes, yes, please,” he starts to suck on your hard nipples, biting on it playfully which makes you arch your back. He removes his mouth with a loud pop, “Filthy little girl.”

Your nerves were firing, feeling blazing hot and excited. You were fantasizing about this for so many hours now, after all of the unsatisfying releases – you have finally got what you truly wanted. Your hands were clammy and your mind was in a blissful mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him; right now, at this moment.

“Let me have a taste of you, baby girl,” he growls as he hovers down to your core. He inhales your savory scent and his dick twitches. Your pussy was so wet, dripping in juices and stained with cum from your previous orgasms. Jungkook’s arms sling around and under your thighs, parting them together to give him a better view.

“Fucking hell, you’re drenched, sweetheart. Is this all for me, hmm?” he doesn’t even give you the time to respond when he abruptly licks a heavy stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. The sudden feeling sent electrifying currents all throughout your body, “Oohhh, yes. I-It’s all for you, Jungkook.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this sweet little cunt, baby. I’ve been wanting to have a taste of you since you’ve first stepped inside this apartment.”

He drives his tongue back, this time alternating between licking numbers on your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. His tongue worked wonders on you, causing your hands to fly down to tug on his long and wavy hair. You try to shove his bangs away to have a better view of his mouth on your pussy.

“Ohh my god! Like that, keep doing that, please,” you breathlessly moaned, shutting your eyes from the pleasure. You felt him smirk between your pussy which made you clench onto nothing.

You whimper from the loss of contact when he leans back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands. “I’m going fucking mad on you, baby. You drive me wild.”

Your eyes fly to where his right hand is as he cups his hard length beneath his shorts. He proceeds to rub it firmly, teasing you as he makes direct eye contact. “You want this, huh?”

You nod desperately, bringing your fingers up to your lips to give them a suck.

Jungkook chuckles sinisterly and finally pulls the clothing down, and your mouth immediately waters from the sight.

He was nice and long, his girth impressive as precum dripped down the tip of his dick. He strokes his length a couple of times as he carefully examined your expression. “You like it?” he smirks, “You want it inside you, huh?”

He chucks the clothing to the floor and hovers above you, his dick now right in front of your entrance. “Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” his eyes suddenly turn soft after being invaded with lust, “Are you sure you want me to be your mate?”

You try to smile at his question, “Yes, yes I do, Jungkook. I want it to be you.” His heart swells up, but he feels like melting into a puddle after you’ve continued: “Do you?”

Jungkook laughs quietly as he strokes your hair with his hands reassuringly, his gaze looking so caring and loving. “Of course I do, Y/n. I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful girl that ever existed, even if we only met a couple of days ago,” he chuckles. “The most precious, kind, sweet, and delicate girl I’ve ever seen. I wanted to be yours so bad. I want to protect you, wanna take care of you forever.”

He nuzzles his nose close to the crook of your neck, shaking his head which causes his hair to tickle you. You giggle and Jungkook smiles, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. “You don’t know how much I need you.”

“You can have me, Jungkook. Claim me as yours.”

And with that statement, he was quick to growl as his cock twitches in desperate need. He tugs on in a couple of times before aligning it on your entrance. “I’ll go slow, okay little one?”

You obey his words as you nod. You felt the tip of his dick pushing inside your hole, slowly and carefully filling you with his thick cock. He was even bigger than you were expecting, filling you up in all the right places. “O-ohh my god!” you moaned out, lips open in pleasure as you felt your thighs quiver.

“Mhmm, your pussy’s squeezing my cock so good, baby.” He places his big hands on your hips as he pushes further, his eyes rolling back from how tight you are. “You feel so fucking good.”

He wasn’t even halfway in before you felt yourself close to an orgasm. You wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper inside of you. “I-I…a-aaaahhh!”

Your fourth orgasm of the day hit you like a huge train, covering Jungkook’s cock with your cum. You were clenching uncontrollably around him and he couldn’t help but shove the rest of his length in without any warning. “Fuck! B-baby, you’re gonna make me lose my shit.”

He stays still inside of you, letting you calm down from your previous high. But you can’t help but notice his heavy and ragged breath, growling every now and then. “J-Jungkook, you can move now.”

“Y/n,” his voice suddenly becomes deeper and raspier, “I-I might not be able to hold myself ba—oh s-shit—back.” He closes his eyes tight, moving his hips very slightly. “Please tell me that you’re a hundred percent okay with this. I don’t want you to r-regret anything.” He said in a heavy pant, pleasure for sure taking the best of him. Jungkook was overwhelmed with all of the waves of senses being thrown at him all at once. Fuck, just the thought of your cute little tummy carrying all of his pups makes him want to fuck your brains out.

“Please, Kook,” the alpha smiles at the nickname, “I really, really want this. I don’t regret any of this. I want you too as much as you do, so please, just fuck me already. Be my mate, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, “If you say so, baby.”

Immediately, he starts fucking you with a deep and hard pace. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you start seeing stars. He was literally trying to fuck your brains out.

Your fingers claw on his back, scratching his skin which made him hiss, probably from the pain plus pleasure it brought. This only encouraged him to go even faster and even harder than before.

“Such a slut for this big cock, aren’t you? You wanna be filled with my cum, huh? Wanna carry my pups?”

You moan delightfully from his words, clenching around him from the thought of having his puppies. “Yes, yes. Give me your pups, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

“You want it, huh?” He snarls, smirking down at you. Suddenly, his right hand flies to your neck and he wraps his whole palm around it, choking you. You whimper, not expecting to be so turned on from this action. He presses firmly on your neck, his dominant and assertive side coming out.

You feel so nice and full around him, his cock hitting so deep inside of you. His balls were fervently slapping on your pussy, making wet lewd noises that resonated throughout the room. He was growling on top of you, bruising your thighs as he continues to pound on your sore, little cunt.

He finally releases your neck but only to grab your hips with both of his hands, flipping you around so that you were on fours. “Face down, ass up, baby girl.”

You mewled as you did as you were told, burying your face on his pillows. His hand spanks your ass cheek once, twice, three times, making you whimper loudly. His smacks were hard and sharp, and you were sure that your skin will turn red in no time.

Jungkook continues thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling all the way until just the tip for him to slam his whole length in you. Your body jolts forward, as he does this action again and again. “Hmm, such a nice, tight pussy you’ve got.” He teases your cunt by gliding the tip of his dick up and down your soaked folds, collecting more of your wetness. “This is all mine, right sweetheart?”

He firmly slaps his dick on your clit a couple of times to get an answer from you. “Answer me, Y/n,” he groans.

“Y-Yes, yes, it’s all yours, Kook.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Jungkook only had one goal, and that was to fuck you into another mind-blowing orgasm. His hips move faster and his cock was deeper with the new position, allowing him to hit your sweet spot. “O-oh! Right there! R-right there,” you moaned, tears brimming in your eyes from how good it all feels. Your hard nipples were rubbing on the sheets, helping you and providing more pleasure.

“Right here?” He gives one particular hard thrust on that same spot, making you moan out his name.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Make your body tremble, your pussy clenching on my big dick, hmm?” He keeps pounding on your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge yet again. “That’s it, baby. C’mon, come for me.” With his last words, you instantly release around his length, squeezing him up as you shake. It was all so much for you to handle, yet Jungkook still holds your body so tenderly as you cummed.

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook pants, “so good, m’gonna cum inside you, sweetheart. Gonna fill those walls with my cum and you’re gonna keep it there baby.”

Jungkook chases his high and before you knew it, his cum was spurting inside of you, hot and long strokes of his seed shooting on your walls. He gasps and leans down, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he holds you close.

“Take it, baby, take it.” He grunts, and he doesn’t hold back the loud moan that escapes his lips when he feels his knot getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes suddenly go wide from the feeling. It felt like someone was blowing a balloon inside of you.

“Jungkook… wh-what’s happening?” You asked quietly, trying to push yourself away but he just groans and pulls you back firmly.

“J-Just stay here, baby. You’re safe, you’re okay.” He reassures you as he tries to calm his breathing down.

“How long will this last?”

“A couple of minutes,” he laughs quietly, “can last about an hour or two. We don’t know.”

You giggled, “Now we’re closer than ever, huh?”

“Yes, baby,” he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly, full of love and affection. “Quite literally.”

[saundraswriting]

Cosmogyral

I decided to participate in a writing challenge for a great author, Georgie at @bonkywobble. This is the first of two prompts for this challenge. I hope you enjoy it! 

SUMMARY: Cosmogyral: (Adj.) Whirling around the universe. Bucky stops whirling about the universe once the reader enters his life. 

This is being posted on my writing blog instead of my main blog @saundrasays. Please check out my other works if you wish. 

Masterlist // Ao3

Recovery was hard. Shuri and everyone in Wakanda did what they could for him. They were able to somehow fix his brainwaves into being triggerless, but he still had so much trauma to work through that some days he could barely move. There were days that the weight of the world bent his back, his hands were stained red. His time in Wakanda helped him learn how to be human again, caring for the goats and interacting with people, he even relearned his strength. He was able to train and spar and not kill and that did great things for his mental health. He was stable, but not happy. He wasn’t sure what would make him happy anymore.

“Hey, Buck.” A deep voice came through the sparring room. Bucky looked over from where he was working at a punching bag. His eye brightened significantly seeing you and Steve come through the door.

“Y/N! Hey. Good to see you too, Steve.” Bucky smiled, walking over to them. Steve shot Bucky a knowing grin at the enthusiasm but said nothing.

“We came to move you out of basic training, dingbat.” You were rocking back and forth from toe to heel, excitement palatable. “You based all your checks and Shuri and the others gave the recommendation for a return to New York.” You were grinning from ear to ear. You and Bucky had grown close over the events with Zemo and the almost Civil War.

You were one of the few that successfully drove attention from the in-fighting to the bigger problems, also pointed out that the Accords as they were written were terrible. Your involvement led to a peaceful reconciliation and explanation instead of a practical disbandment of the Avengers, much to yours and everyone’s pleasure. You worked closely with everyone to get their opinions and strived to find solutions, one of those was a location change. You suggested a move to somewhere out of sight, fit for training and bonding. No one was against you and as such you were along for the ride to collect one of the remaining members.

“Wait, what? I can go home?” Bucky froze, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. Then slowly, like a sunrise a grin crossed his face. His eyes scrunched up and he had dimples on his cheeks. The shoulders that seemed to be weighed down by something relaxed and eased, making him seem younger.

“Yep! We are gonna help ya pack and then get you home. Well sort of. We don’t live in the city proper anymore. But I think you will like this better, anyways.” You put your hand to the side of your mouth to whisper. “It was my idea.” You winked and turned quickly on your heel. “Hurry the hell up, oldies. We got shit to do and places to be.” You trotted out of the room hollering for Shuri, even though you knew exactly where she was.

“You heard her. Let’s get a move on. She waits for no man, let alone to 100 year old super soldiers.” Steve clapped Bucky on the back. Bucky huffed and nodded. The two of them cleaned up Bucky’s small mess and then slowly made their way to his small house to pack his meager belongings. They knew you would find them eventually. You had friends in Wakanda too.

A few hours later, Bucky’s last two years of his life were packed in discreet plain cardboard boxes the fit easily into the back of the Quinjet. Bucky had already said his goodbyes and was anxiously waiting in a sit behind Steve. You were at least on the ramp, loitering in your goodbyes, you were laughing and waving as the door closed. You settled down for take off and noticed Bucky’s look.

“You do know that not having a lot of thigs isn’t a bad thing, right? That just means you weren’t meant to settle down there. The next place I hope for you is a forever place and if not, I’ll help you find it. We have all the time you need. You aren’t alone anymore.” You said. You were trying to comfort Bucky, but knew you fell short.

“I guess that is true. I was too busy learning to heal and get healthy to be worried about stuff. I can get things now. I can have stuff.” Bucky said. He grabbed your hand and squeezed.

“Yep. You get to be a person now, isn’t that great. Decisions are all around you.” You said. You squeezed his hand back. “I know I just said that but to make the move easier and a bigger surprise, I did choose some of the things for your room, which if you don’t like we can change.” You let go of Bucky’s hand before settling down in your chair.

“This is your captain speaking. We have reached cruising altitude. I would like to thank you for flying Stark Air and Have a wonderful day.” Steve said from the cockpit.

You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Great. Thanks, Steve. I have so much shit to do. I have three godamn reports to file and a STRIKE team to brief for Fury. I’ll be in the tech room if you need me.” With that you headed off to a small room to the side, where you began briefing the team you’d mentioned and reviewing the reports you needed to file.

“Bucky, you can sit up here. I don’t bite.” Steve said. He and you had worn civilian clothes, Steve was relaxed in his seat, letting the auto pilot have control. “I hope you liked your surprise. I hope you like your surprise. She worked very hard on it. She’s sweet on you.”

“Nah. She’s sweet on everyone. I am sure I will like it. She gets me pretty well. When I first woke up here, after Shuri cleared me of triggers, she was one of the first people I met. She happened to be walking through the lab and somehow knew that I was uncomfortable with the prodding even though I didn’t know. Then in a snap, she was everywhere. Not maliciously, just comfortingly on the edge of my radar, especially at the beginning. It’s no wonder, why I love her the way I do. She means a lot to me. Right now, I am okay with it being sweetness and softness and warmth. If one day it becomes thick and heavy and hot then I am okay with that too.” Bucky said. He couldn’t look Steve in the eye, only able to focus on his fingers, rubbing his human fingers against his cybernetic ones.

“Well then. I think I am embarrassed, and I was the one who mentioned it.” Steve could feel the heat on his cheeks. He laughed softly. “I am happy for you Bucky. I really am.”

The two of them chatted for most of the ride, finally you joined in after getting your work done. All too soon though, the jet alerted everyone to the start of the descent, forcing you all to return to your seats. Upon arrival, the boxes were left to be delivered later by a shield team. You and Steve had explained the upstate compound to him while packing in Wakanda, the solution to many problems, a training ground for new Avenger candidates and such. Your trio headed straight to Bucky’s room, the anticipation making you tremble.

“This is my room, but you look more excited.” Bucky pointed out. The two of you had been walking next to each other from the hangar but every few feet somehow, you’d shifted to the right or left, orbiting each other. Steve could barely stomach the nauseating aura the two of you put off. You couldn’t stop smiling and your kept clapping every few steps laughing in excitement.

“My love language is acts of service for a reason, buckaroo. I like doing things for the resident dumbass.” You grinned, reaching for Bucky’s hand, that was already reaching for yours. Steve silently gagged from behind the two of you.

The three of you reached the room, but Steve kept going. This wasn’t something he wanted to intrude upon. He had seen and heard enough with all your questions you had for him. You and Bucky stopped in front of his door. There was a biometric scanner next to the door but also a regular lock. You pulled a single key on a goat keychain and handed it over, your fingers trembling. Bucky grabbed on, his fingers brushing yours. You didn’t let go just yet.

“Welcome home, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes.” You took a deep breath and let go of the keys.

“Thank you. I promise, there is no need to be nervous. You did this for me, out of the goodness of your heart, I will love it.” ‘I already love you.’ He thought, he swallowed the words down though. He unlocked the door, ignoring his own nerves and pushed the door open.

His room had several big windows with a window seat, overlooking the acres and acres of land. There were shelves along one wall, several filled with books already, and movies. There were several plants hanging near the window seat. The walls were a muted blue/gray color and the sheets were chocolate color with what looked like a dozen pillows. The ceiling however was covered in a projection it looked like. It was too real to be painted but too artificial to be real. It was soothing and inviting and had just the right things to make him feel welcomed into his new home.

“The ceiling is something Shuri helped with. It is a projection from tech in the top of your walls. You can change it to project and sky from anywhere. Just ask SKYNET.” Bucky looked at you in awe. You had worked so hard to make him a place to call his own. “There are some books, movies, video games. The computer and tablet and phone are loaded to go with logins and apps and payment methods, I wrote down all that in a notebook in the desk too. I have a re-education guide for pop culture there too, same one I used for Steve except yours is more cause documentaries and I know you’d enjoy it more. I stocked the kitchenette with stuff already, nothing super perishable but snack foods and such.” You were rambling to cover your nerves; you both knew it. The more you spoke the more embarrassed you got. The more you talked the more Bucky felt his whole world shift, his entire existence tightened, to you and only you.

Recovery was hard, especially had been hard on him. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing or where he was going. He was just floating, purposeless until you.

“Do you like it?” Bucky realized he had been staring not at the room but at you while you were talking. He could see the love and care you put into the room, not just the room but into your wordless confession.  

“Yeah, I love you.” Bucky grabbed your hand, pulling you into a tight hug.

[valwrite]

hide & seek; daveed diggs

masterlist

summary: Y/N L/N can´t keep a promise. (sequel to leap frog & hopscotch)

warnings: cushion violence.

fic style: drabble.

word count: 1807

author’s note: this is the third and final drabble from the leap frog series. sorry that it’s kind of short and not really as good as the other two, i’ve got a bit of writer’s block right now. like, i have tons of ideas of what i would like to write but, when i try to write, my brain forgets the whole english dictionary and is just like “qué?”.

It was official. Rafael Casal was going to kill Daveed Diggs and Y/N L/N.

The sun had barely risen an hour ago; the air was still crisp with the chill of the night; some people were just making their way home, exhaustion and last night's makeup painting their face, and there Rafa was stood, phone pressed to his ear whilst his fist banged against the oak door repeatedly. He'd spent fifteen minutes in the very same predicament, alternating between calling Daveed and Y/N. Neither of the two were picking up despite the fact he was sure he could hear their phones ringing from indoors.

It was typical, honestly, for the two to pull such a stunt on him. The poor man was juggling having to worry about his friends whereabouts and his own health, which was progressively slipping away from him as his stress levels grew from having both their close relatives breathing down the back of his neck and questioning him on where exactly the two could have disappeared to.

When they both had first agreed to spending the night apart, Rafa was quick to laugh in their faces and tell them they'd find themselves crawling back to the other by the end of the night. Hell, the two barely survived nights apart brought on by work- Rafa had once walked in to Daveed's hotel room and found him asleep whilst Y/N slept on his propped up phone screen, nothing but FaceTime to unite them during their time apart- so how in the name of Hell would they willingly choose to sleep without one another? The satisfaction of his impending "I told you so" was the only thing keeping Rafa going.

“Screw this." He muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Crouching, Rafa picked up a few of the plant pots that decorated the front porch until he found the hidden key.

Quietly, and carefully, he turned the key in the lock. When the door opened, he pushed through slowly and held his breath, awaiting for it to squeak. A squeak never came, meaning two things: Daveed must have fixed the door and Rafa was safe to continue venturing into the home. Of course, he had to continue with the slowed movements and the careful breathing. The last thing he needed was to wake up the couple's four legged friend, that would only lead to an influx of tail wagging and puppy kisses being branded all over him. No, Rafa had to treat this like the most serious game of hide and seek he'd ever taken part in, on the off chance that Daveed was actually alone. The man was never a morning person, so being the person to wake him up, whether by accident or on purpose, was practically a suicide mission. Add that in with a reminder of the fact he'd (possibly) slept alone, Daveed was not going to be a happy bunny.

Rafa made his way through the living room where his eyes couldn't help but focus on the picture frames scattered along their television unit. They held so many stories, most of which he'd been present for and some he'd just been told about by the couple.

There was the cheesy one of them under some mistletoe on their first Christmas together, where Daveed had accidentally tripped over his own two feet and landed chest first into the cake she'd spent the whole day baking. There was the picture from a Warriors match they'd gone to, where Y/N spent most the night near drooling over the players and Daveed had silently prayed he still had a girlfriend by the end of the game. A candid photo of the both of them at some music festival, arms around each other and heads resting on shoulders. A collage section, filled with each cringe worthy matching Halloween costumes they'd worn. A picture of Daveed in a hospital bed, cast around his arm and Y/N sat at his side, their hairs still tousled from the kiss Rafa had walked in on before capturing the moment in a photo. At the time, they'd told him to delete it but the man was adamant they'd thank him one day when they were getting married and they realized that, without his meddling, the two of them would have never ended up on that date, in that hospital room.

With one of those things nearly down, Rafa was just counting down the hours till they came to the epiphany of his involvement in their love blossoming.

As he made his way out of the living room, the sound of a squeaky toy invaded his senses. Confused, Rafa looked down to see he'd stood on one of the dog's toys. All movement froze. He waited a couple heartbeats, to see if the pup had awakened. When no fur-ball came running his way, he assumed it was safe to move again.

The kitchen was up next. Rafa held back a laugh at the matching Mr & Mrs aprons which were hung up, mentally storing the reminder to mock them about it in his speech later on. A cupboard was slowly pulled open, a large bowl- in which countless of his favorite goodies were made by top baker Y/N- was lowered out of it and the tap was switched on, water trickling out of it and directly into the dish he was holding up.

Rafa now had to move more carefully than ever, his eyes flicking back and forth between the floor in front of him and the sloshing water in the bowl. But he had made his way safely up the stairs, down the hall and, now, he was finally rounding the corner to their shared bedroom. He could see the door had been left half open and, like the most tense scene in a thriller, Rafa took one step, two steps, three steps before he stumbled upon the exact image he'd been awaiting.

There they lay in bed, all shamelessly tangled up in silk sheets and limbs. His head on her pillow, her face buried in his neck. Casual sleepwear adorned them both- much to Rafa's own relief - whilst their outfits from the night before were strewn across the whole room. Each of their chests rose and fell in sync with one another, their breathing more peaceful than that of a monk. They so perfectly detailed what it meant to wholeheartedly be in love with someone, with no real effort whatsoever. It was such a shame Rafa was about to ruin their whole picture perfect sleep.

Eyeing the dog bed, Rafa affirmed that the pup was peacefully off in dreamland, with no sign of waking up and ruining his little surprise. He tiptoed from there onward, making his way around the king sized bed, stepping over abandoned cushions and swerving between articles of clothing. Panic coursed through him as Daveed let out a groan, rolling over where he lay. When the man's eyes remained shut, Rafa continued his careful journey to his best friend's bedside. After snapping a few pictures of the sleeping, unsuspecting fools, he lifted the bowl of water, carefully balancing it over them with his hands.

The first few drops fell onto the pillow, but the rest? They completely soaked Daveed and Y/N (mostly Daveed, he was Rafa's main target after all) and sent them both flying out of bed, eyes still half shut and wet hair dripping water all over the place. The first thing they noticed was Rafa, bent over at the waist, hand clutching his sides as laughter shook through his rib-cage.

“What the fuck, dude?” Y/N was the first one to speak, as she picked up and threw one of the cushions at Rafa, who smoothly ducked from her aim.

“What time is it?” Daveed had sat back on the bed at this point, shoulders hunched as he tried to find his phone.

“It's eight am.” Rafa passed him his phone. “And don't you what the fuck? me." He put on a high pitched voice as he addressed Y/N, dodging another one of her cushion attacks.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You do in my head.” Another cushion, this time it actually whacked him on the thigh. “I told you guys you wouldn't sleep apart and you two agreed to the bet, the forfeit being I get to dump a bowl of water over you both.”

“Hey, this isn't my fault.” Daveed stood up again, reaching for a pair of sweatpants off the floor. The bundle of fur had woken up by then, barking at Y/N's feet until she reached down to pick him up. “I was here alone last night, ready to sleep alone when she showed up at the door. She forced me to lose.”

“Oh, please!” Rafa was glad to see Y/N redirect her flying cushions at Daveed. “You practically dragged me into bed last night. I didn't force anything on you.”

“It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to turn away a tired woman at my door.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I brought it back just for you, babe.”

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket reminded Rafa of the fact that this was no ordinary day, where the two idiots in front of him had the entire morning to have meaningless arguments. Today, they were all on a strict schedule and Rafa was half responsible for making sure it all went well.

“As fun as this is,” He paused, redirecting his complete attention to Y/N. “you have a car waiting for you outside, to take you back to your parents home to get ready. So, with all due respect, fuck off and let me get D ready for you.”

“Fine, whatever, I'm going.” He could tell she wasn't really as bothered as she tried to seem, especially from the way her shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. “Be warned, Rafa, if you try take credit for our relationship in your speech, I will not hesitate to deck you in front of my whole family. Capiche?”

“You know, it's not too late to change your mind, Y/N. There's still a chance to rekindle our old flame and reenact that kiss we shared years ago.”

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Daveed made his way over to Y/N's side and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “That's my wife you're speaking to.”

“Not yet, Diggs.” Rafa grabbed at the other man's arm, stripping him away from Y/N as the two tried to share a kiss. “Save that for the altar, you two.”

The couple collectively let out a frustrated sigh as Rafa guided her out of the house, both aware of the fact that the next time they locked eyes, they'd be swearing eternal fidelity and love to one another and, as much as neither would admit it out loud, they owed it all to Rafa and his gossiping ways.

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Begins

Part 24

Chapter Summary: Jared sets his plan into motion. Elsewhere, the reader works on coming to terms with her struggles over these past few months. 

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warnings: Language, discussion of mental health struggles, 

Author’s Note: Only one more part after this!!! AH! I am tremendously blessed and constantly surprised by all the love and support I have received for this crazy little series. I couldn’t have done it without y’all, so enjoy the fruits of your labor. xo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and find more works by yours truly over at Alexandra’s Library! 

The sun was malicious as it beat down on the small Austin country club. It was normally packed on beautiful Sundays and this one was no different. Jensen was cruising down a hill in his golf cart, one of his old high school buddies riding shotgun as they played a full eighteen. It felt nice to get out and do something again for a change. It had been so long since he had any free time, seeing as he was between projects right now, and he wanted to soak up all of it before the next one came along. 

He slowed the cart down as they reached their hole, putting it in park on the flat grassland. He hopped out of the cart and searched his bag for a putter. 

“I don’t understand how you keep beating me. I’ve been practicing for months.” His buddy laughed, Jensen joining in along with him. He opened his mouth to comment, only for another voice to pipe up first.  

“Yeah, he always was the one to beat.” Jensen tensed as he recognised the familiar voice coming up to him and his friend. Jared was alone as he approached the men, but he was smiling brightly. Confusion was evident on Jensen’s face as he tried to determine what was happening. 

“Hey, Jared, good to see you again bud.” Jensen’s friend held out his hand for Jared to shake. 

“Likewise.” He nodded before turning his attention back to Jensen. “It’s good to see you too, man.” Jared pulled Jensen in for a hug, stunning his fellow actor before he returned the sentiment. 

“Can I talk to you?” Jared pointed his thumb behind him, indicating to Jensen that he wanted to talk in private. 

“Uh, sure.” Jensen was hesitant. He wasn’t sure what Jared was playing at yet. Especially considering the last time they talked outside of work, they were in a screaming match. But he followed him a little way away from the cart nonetheless. 

“What’s up?” 

“I figured you’d be here today.” Jared started.

“So are you following me?” 

Jared laughed. “No, no nothing like that.” 

“Then what is it?”

“It’s... well it’s about Y/n.” Jared ran a hand through his hair, pushing the long locks out of his face. He had a smile on his face, but Jensen could read the pain that hid behind it. 

“Jared…”

“No, just listen. I want you to know, I’m sorry. I fucked up, okay? I was selfish and stupid and I should have seen it sooner. I guess I couldn’t believe that you weren’t just using her to pass the time because it was easy.” Jared admitted. “And I hate myself for ever thinking that. I know you better than that. I think it was just my protective older brother coming out. You know she hasn’t had the best track record with guys, and I just couldn’t see past that for some reason.” Jared sighed. “You two, well, you guys are actually pretty perfect for each other, no matter how weird I may feel about that. And I’ll be honest, I do still feel weird. But I’m working on it.”

Jensen sighed, rubbing his hand across the full beard that adorned his face. “That’s great Jared, really I’m glad, but I think it’s a little late.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with me. I hurt her. I took back every promise I made to her. I don’t deserve her forgiveness anyway.” Jensen didn’t go into specifics, Jared would get the picture with what little he had offered. 

“Yeah, she is hurting. She’s hurting something fierce. I’ve honestly never seen her this way and it scares me. I overheard her tell Gen she is thinking of selling her business and moving to New York. Got some big offer from a huge beauty conglomerate. Didn’t even feel like she could tell me about it either.” Jared explained. Jensen’s head snapped up, his brows coming together on his forehead. 

“No, Y/n would never do that.” 

“That’s what I thought too. But she’s been offered some huge deal to sell her shares and be a VP for this new company. And she is seriously thinking of accepting it.” Jensen adjusted the ball cap on top of his head. 

“Why would she do that?” Jensen’s words came out in a sigh.

“Do you really have to ask that question?” Jared put a hand on his hip when Jensen scoffed at him. 

“Come on, you can’t put that on me.”

“I’m not blaming you, I swear. Y/n is hurting though, and I don’t think that anyone else will be able to talk her out of it.” Jared said honestly. 

“So that’s why you’re really here, to beg me to convince your sister to not run away because of me.” Jensen rolled his tongue behind his teeth, biting back the urge to yell. That would never get him anywhere. 

“I meant what I said. I am sorry. But I also know that she won’t listen to me. She may however, listen to you.” Jared jumped to the defensive the second the angry words left Jensen’s mouth. “Look, I’m not saying you two should pick up things where you left them, not that I would care either way, but she loves you in a way that I have never seen before, and that has to count for something.” 

“It did, at one point. Now, I’m not so sure.” Jared frowned at his friend. In one way, he did need his help, but at the same time he understood his hesitancy. They didn’t have the greatest history where his sister was concerned. 

“Just let me get you two in the same room. Then we can let it happen naturally. What do you say?” What could Jensen say to that. As much as he was hesitant about tricking her into something, he didn’t want her to go. Danneel’s words had been haunting him since he had returned from LA. Jensen had been on the fence about whether he should take her advice and go after the woman he loved, and if he let her run off to New York, he may never get his chance. Y/n deserved to have all the facts before she made such a huge decision. She needed to know that he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. 

“Ok, Jare.”

****

Gen’s words were still ringing in her head as she carried her tired body up the stairs to her apartment. Having babysat the three littlest Padalecki’s for the night, she was more exhausted than she had been in a while. She had forgotten how wild they could get sometimes, and she just had to be the fun aunt and cave when they begged for cookies. Three kids hopped up on sugar was, in hindsight, a bad idea. 

In the end, she was thankful for her time with family. Being able to spend real time with them had what Gen said to her affecting her more than she thought it would. She had all but made up her mind about going to New York, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea actually scared her. It was a big step to take, and she still had at least one more person to talk to before she called Mr. Baltussen back. 

The next morning, when she rolled out of bed, the sun was already high in the sky. She had slept far past her normal time, but for the first time in a while, she felt rested. Maybe it had to do with her plans for today. Or maybe she had truly needed to exhaust her body in order to get a truly restful sleep. Either way, she saw it as a bright sign. It was her reason to keep moving forward. 

Seeing as she slept in a little later than normal, she had to make quick work of showering and getting dressed before her appointment. Y/n plucked her favorite pair of converse from the stand near her front door and plopped down on her couch to put them on. As her weight settled in the middle of the couch she felt something bump her hip. She turned, her brow scrunched together on her forehead to find her laptop falling into her hip.  

“Seriously,” she huffed to herself. After all the time she spent looking yesterday, it had been on her couch all along. She could have sworn she checked the cushions, but apparently not as well as she thought. Y/n picked up the device and set it on the coffee table so she would be sure of where it was later, before bouncing out the door. 

Nothing had changed about the small office she once again found herself in. The walls were still the same soft shade of green she used love some time ago. They still held the same paintings and the plants that had once threatened to overtake the room were still alive and strong. Even the couch that she had hated sitting at was still full of accent pillows that tossed a splash of color into the otherwise neutral room. 

Y/n took a deep breath, allowing the essentials oils diffused into the space to ground her. It was like she had never left, and there was nothing she was more thankful for at this moment. When Gen had said she should talk to someone, she didn’t know Y/n had already scheduled this appointment. She had fallen so far from being a reasonably functioning human being. Just seeing Jensen and Danneel together and admitting out loud she wanted to sell her business, had sent her into a tailspin. Y/n had reached her breaking point, and she wasn’t hesitant to admit that she needed help. 

“Please, take a seat.” Dr. Hawkins stood up from her place behind her desk as Y/n entered, picking up her notepad and taking a seat in the armchair across from the couch. Y/n complied to her request, making herself comfortable on the soft furniture. 

“It’s been a while since we talked last. Where do you want to start?” Y/n bit her lip as she contemplated her choices. It truly had been a long time since she had been to see her therapist, and with everything that had happened in her life, she could build her way up or just jump right into things. “How about we start with work?” Dr. Hawkins suggested after a moment of silence. 

“Work is hectic. Things are really hitting off, not to mention I just spent the last few months juggling my business and working on set with my brother.” Y/n fidgeted in her seat, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Dr. Hawkins. 

“Yeah, and how did that go?” 

“Not at all how I expected.” Y/n was gnawing on her lip again. She wasn’t sure why she was hesitant to talk. After all, that was the whole reason she was here in the first place. Hell, she might as well just jump right into it. Y/n took a deep breath. “Long story short, I slept with Jared’s best friend slash co-star slash guy he considered his brother. All behind his back, for months.” 

“And why do you think you did that?” Y/n scoffed. She should have seen that question coming, she just expected more of a reaction. 

“Because I’m an idiot. Because the guy made me feel safe, and beautiful, and loved. I think I was lonely after clashing with my mother at Christmas about my dating life and also being stood up. He fed me every line I wanted to hear and for some reason I believed him.” 

“What makes you think he was lying to you?” 

“He told me he was all in. That he loved me and wanted to be with just me. He said it wasn’t just about the sex. But then Jared found out and things got bad. Jared punched him and wouldn’t talk to either of us. For weeks.” Tears were brimming in her eyes. Recounting everything was harder than she thought it was going to be. Admitting it out loud to another person broke her out of whatever bubble she had put herself into. It all sounded so ridiculous coming out of her mouth. “When things got tough he just bailed.”

“What exactly did he say to you?” Dr. Hawkins pushed.

“He said that we ‘all needed a break’.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers. “His reasoning was that he wanted to give me my brother back and he knew I could live without without Jared.” 

“Was he wrong?” 

“You know me. Family is everything to me. He just failed to see that I can’t live without him either.” It was hard for her to admit that out loud. After all, she had promised herself that a man would not define her life. Yet here she was, a broken shell of a woman because Jensen left her. It was a constant battle inside her head, a seesaw bouncing back and forth against her skull. Most days it was just exhausting. 

“To me, it sounds like he didn’t lie to you. He may not have gone about things exactly like you wanted, but that doesn’t mean that he was ever insincere with you.” 

“What about me seeing him with his ex fiance all over the media? He told me he was over her, but they are out in L.A. together having dinner.” 

Dr. Hawkin’s lips curled up in a small smile. “Are they still friends?” 

“Not that I know of. I mean, she was at his birthday party a few months ago.” 

“So what is to say it wasn’t just two friends getting together? Who says it had to be romantic? Was there any indication they were intimate?” Oh, she was good. Y/n scrunched her nose up, shaking her head. Of course her broken heart had soaked up what the media had fed her to fuel its own story on things. 

“You know, I understand now when people call therapists ‘common sense filters’.” Dr. Hawkins chuckled along with the messed up woman across from her. 

“So, let’s say that he truly did love you. Perhaps his leaving hurt him just as much as it hurt you. Maybe he needed a friend to talk to? Isn’t that why you are here, to talk to somebody?” 

“Yeah.”

“And did you patch things up with your brother?”

“We are working through things.” 

“It sounds to me that he made the right choice.” 

Y/n bit back the tears. “And me and him? Where does that leave us?”

“Do you forgive him?” Y/n nodded. Of course she forgave him. She would be lying if she said she didn’t. Somewhere deep down, even as pathetic as it sounds, she forgave him the minute her and Jared started talking again. “Then as cliché as it sounds, if it is meant to be, you’ll find your way back to each other.” 

“You’re right, that does sound cliché.” Both women laughed, the moment lifting from Y/n’s shoulders. 

“You know, it is okay to mourn your loss. Because that’s what this was. It was a loss, Y/n. All that matters is that you don’t let that grief run your life. And that’s something I tell all my mourning patients. You are a strong and smart woman. I know you’ll get through this.” Dr. Hawkins pushed away her notepad, her full attention on Y/n. 

“Yeah, I see that now.” Y/n smiled, allowing more of the weight on her shoulders to dissipate. Right now, she was kicking herself for not coming back sooner. But that’s what happens, life gets in the way sometimes. What matters now is that she found her way back. Her way back to Austin, to her family. And she would find her way back to happiness, even if it isn’t in the way she expects. More than that, she would find peace.

Part 25 (Final)

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Request: “#42 with Dean + Pregnant!Reader” by @flamencodiva​ 

Prompt: "Time for plan B." - "We didn't even have a plan A." 

Pairing:  Dean x Pregnant!Reader 

Word count: 1.9K 

Warnings: Dean and Sam are both in need of the infamous ‘breathe slowly and count to ten’-method, a tiny bit of angst if you squint 

A/N: Thank you for your patience. Hope you enjoy the read! <3 

Beta: @slytherkins​  

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You woke up in one of the comfortable red armchairs in the bunker’s library. There was an open hardcover copy of ‘A Guide to Growing a Happy Sprout’ spread out over top your round stomach. You remembered sitting down earlier with the intention of reading a few pages. How much time had passed since then, you did not know. As your pregnancy progressed, you kept finding yourself taking accidental naps more and more. 

You stretched but immediately winced at how uncomfortable it made you. Getting up to put the book away, you took a quick glance at the room and found it to be empty. You were pretty sure Sam and Dean were around somewhere, even though you thought it possible you had just slept for literal decades, judging by the heavy drowsiness still fogging your brain. In which case, both Winchesters would be long gone and the world outside the bunker had probably ended. 

On the off-chance that wasn’t true, you decided to have a look around and see where the boys were. You shuffled forward on sock-covered feet, but you had barely made your way out of the library when a loud bang sounded from the hallway, followed by a string of curse words. 

Your hands reached for your belly, covering it instinctively as if to shield your unborn child’s ears from the profanities that carried toward you down the hallway. You recognized the voice as Dean’s, all sleepiness gone in an instant at the possibility of him being in trouble. 

When you reached the door of the room you shared with Dean, you paused. Sam’s voice mixed with Dean’s but you realized they were coming from next door. 

The room next to your bedroom had been empty before you and your husband decided to turn it into a nursery. Nothing much had happened inside so far. All you did was clear out the old Men of Letters’ furniture and paint the walls a soft blue color you picked out after hours of deliberation. Stretched out wide over one of the walls was a colorful rainbow, which you had painted as well, back when you were still able to see your own feet. 

You walked over to the closed door and made a mental note to replace the numbers on it with a cute little sign once you and Dean had decided on a name for the baby. Your hand rested on the door handle and you were about to enter, when Dean’s voice sounded again. 

 “Time for plan B.” His voice was more gruff than usual, indicating he was not in a good mood. 

“We didn’t even have a plan A.” Sam’s response came quick. He sounded as annoyed with his older brother as ever. 

“Shut up, Sammy. You agreed to help me with this.” 

“And I will, once you learn how to read.” 

 “Alright, that’s it. You listen to me…” Dean started, his volume increasing. You decided this would be as good a moment as any to step in and see what was going on. 

The moment the door opened, Sam and Dean went quiet and looked up at you. Both men were sitting on the floor opposite each other. Their long legs were spread out in front of them and they were surrounded by pieces of wood, nails, and assorted tools. You even saw a dangerously sharp looking saw propped up against the wall. Next to them stood a contraption that looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t until you saw the empty box in the corner of the room and the images it had printed on the side, that you realized what the franken-creation next to Sam and Dean was supposed to be. 

“I…” You tried to think of something nice to say. Maybe it would diffuse the tense atmosphere in the room. But you couldn’t think of anything and you didn’t want to lie, so you concluded with, “…have no words.” 

Dean reached out to smack Sam’s shoulder. “I told you!” he hissed. “We did it wrong.” 

Sam rolled his eyes so hard you half expected them to pop out and land at your feet. “Of course, we did it wrong, Dean. My unborn niece or nephew can probably see we did it wrong. Does that look like a crib to you?” He pointed an accusing finger at their unfortunate end result. 

You had ordered a cradle online a few days ago. It was a perfect match with the rest you had planned for the nursery. However, at the moment it didn’t exactly look like a baby would be able to sleep in it. 

Sam looked up at you now. He saw the troubled look in your eyes and quickly got up to put a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he said softly. “We’ll fix it.” Then his voice changed again. “It’s just been a challenge so far because someone doesn’t know how to properly read an instruction manual.” His gaze found his brother’s and the two men stared each other down for an unnerving moment. 

“Oh, yeah?” Dean’s voice finally boomed. “Yeah, well… Neither can you!”  

It’s a good thing you didn’t marry the man for his comebacks. 

You put up both your hands, palms forward as if to surrender yourself. “Okay, if we could all just take a breather here,” you suggested with a hopeful tone in your voice. 

Dean didn’t move, but Sam complied. His chest heaved as he breathed in through his nose. Then he turned his attention back to you. “All I’m saying is, when I offered to help with this, I thought Dean would at least have a plan of attack, but he didn’t. Instead he literally attacked and went at it like a freaking animal.” Sam shook his head. “Now we’re gonna have to start this whole thing over from scratch.” 

Dean tried to look angry at first. He clearly didn’t like being called out like this, and struggling with the different parts of the crib for as long as they had, Dean had clearly become grumpy. Then it seemed Sam’s last words finally started to dawn on him and his expression changed to one of pure terror. 

“No way,” he said almost breathlessly. "I am not starting over. Nuh-uh, not happening.” 

You took a step forward and put your hand against Dean’s cheek. It had the intended effect; he visibly relaxed and his eyes softened as he looked up at you. Your thumb gently stroked his stubbled skin. 

“Why don’t you guys take a break,” you suggested, fearing your husband’s sanity if he didn’t step away from this for a moment. “I, for one, am starving. You’re not gonna let me eat dinner all by myself, are you?” 

To your surprise, Dean’s perfect lips pulled into a smile. Behind you, Sam opened the door a little further and stepped into the hallway. 

“I’ll head out to get some grub,” he offered. “A new place opened downtown, they’re supposed to have the best burgers.” 

Your mouth started to water at the mere thought of the junk food Sam was about to get for you. Of course he knew what to suggest to make you happy. You had practically been breathing cheeseburgers. At first your cravings had been all over the place, but these past few weeks it had gotten stuck on anything fat and greasy. The other day, you had finished your burger before Dean had even started his, a miraculous turn of events, if you said so yourself. 

Sam walked ahead, already on his way to the garage. It left you alone with Dean and when the older Winchester went to pass you, your hand reached out to grab his. He stopped and turned to look at you. 

Your eyes gazed back up into his. There was an appreciative smile hanging around your lips, yet your eyebrows were pulled together slightly. 

Dean reached up and let his rough thumb smooth out the soft skin on your forehead. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping a little closer. You noticed he glanced down quickly toward your baby bump and worry flashed over his face for just a second. You shook your head as if to assure him it didn’t have anything to do with the baby. Not directly, anyway. 

“I worry about you,” you confessed to him. You reached out to take his other hand as well so you were holding both of them. 

Dean seemed genuinely surprised by that. “Me?” he asked. “Why would you be worried about me? Sweetheart, I’m good. You’re the one doing all the work here.” He got that expectant look on his face, the one he always got when he was waiting for his words to make you smile or chuckle. 

You couldn’t, though. Not yet. Instead, the frown reappeared on your face. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice now so soft you wanted to feel it against your skin. “What’s going on? You can tell me.” 

“I know,” you nodded. “It’s just… Are you sure your little outburst just now had nothing to do with you being stressed? You know, about what’s to come?” Now it was your turn to glance down at your belly. 

Dean let go of one of your hands to gently press two fingers underneath your chin and make you look back up at him again. “Trust me when I say, I have never felt more certain about anything in my life than I feel about us and our future right now.” 

You closed your eyes, as if to savor this moment forever. Finally, you smiled. 

Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll fix that crib as soon as possible,” he promised. “Even if it’s gonna take a bunch of hocus pocus to get it done.” 

“Let’s eat first,” you reminded him while you started tugging him toward the doorway. But apparently Dean had yet to finish making his point known. 

His face dead serious all of a sudden, “If anything is to blame, it’s this furniture from hell.” 

“You mean Ikea?” 

“That’s what I said; hell.” Dean shook his head. “The damn instructions don’t even have words in them, Y/N!” He sounded outraged, as if a great injustice had been laid upon him. “You can give me a completely dismantled car and I’ll put it back together just like that, no problem. But this… No, this is pure evil. I’m telling you.” 

You laughed, amused by how deeply rooted Dean’s hate for instruction manuals apparently was. “All right, I get it,” you soothed him. “Now can we please go sit down? My feet are killing me.” 

That seemed to snap Dean out of his tirade. He hadn’t realized how long you had been standing up straight already. Though to be fair, neither had you until that point, but you were glad Dean finally started walking with you toward the kitchen. 

You promised to help out with building the cradle after dinner, and Dean accepted your offer under one condition. 

“Nothing too physical,” he said. “Sammy and I can bring one of those chairs in from the library for you to sit in while you boss us around.” 

A slap was heard as your hand came in contact with his arm. 

“I mean ‘help’!” Dean quickly tried to save himself. “While you help us.” 

His laughter did not do much for his credibility.

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Faking It  -  III

Summary: You’d done plenty of dumb things in your life, but the dumbest had to be picking Greendale’s latest bad-boy to pretend to be your boyfriend.

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Word-count: 3k+

A/N: hello friends i forgot what day of the week it was. sorry for posting late but i hope you like it regardless!!

“You punched Colin Anderson in the mouth?” 

Sighing, you closed your locker and turned to face your friend. “Hi, Harvey, I’m doing great, thanks for asking,” you said, adjusting the bag on your back as you did. “How are you today?” 

“Come on, Y/N, I’m being serious,” Harvey said. “You go on one date with the guy and now you’re getting into bar fights?” 

“First of all, it wasn’t a bar fight,” you said. “Second of all, if Colin Anderson didn’t want to be punched in the mouth, he shouldn’t have tried to grab my ass.” 

“Well, that’s not the story he’s telling people,” Harvey said, shifting around uncomfortably under the weight of new information. 

“What’s he telling people?” you asked, turning and beginning to walk to your next class. “And who is he? I’d never seen him before that night.” 

“That’s because you don’t go to any of the football games,” Harvey said, voice bouncing around as he followed you to keep the conversation going. “He’s like the rockstar of Green Valley, alright? And he’s telling people that Caliban lost a bet to him and you punched him to get out of paying up.” 

“That’s bullshit!” 

“Yeah, I know that now,” Harvey said. “But this is the kind of crap he does, Y/N. It’s only gonna get worse the longer that you’re around him.” 

“Harvey, for clarification, I never plan on being around Colin Anderson again unless I’m punching him in the mouth.” 

“You know that’s not who I was talking about,” Harvey said with a sigh. He rubbed his face and you actually felt bad for him right then. He could be a pain at times but he was still one of your closest friends, and the strain of being your friend was starting to show. “Just … be careful. Caliban’s not a good guy. I mean, look at just look at your hand.”

You looked down for a second and saw what he was talking about: the gnarly looking purple-yellow bruise on your outer three knuckles and the small split that refused to heal between your pinky and ring finger. You took a sharp breath and pulled your hand behind your back.  

“I think you’re wrong about him,” you said. You put your non-bruised hand out when Harvey started arguing. “Yeah, he’s done some shady stuff but don’t you think, underneath all that, there’s something good about him?” 

“No.” 

“Ouch,” Caliban said. You’d been too focused on Harvey that you didn’t even notice his arrival until you were jumping at the sound of his voice. Harvey seemed less rattled and more annoyed. “Please, cousin, don’t hold back on my account.” 

“Whatever.” Harvey was never a pro at witty comebacks. He shifted again and then gave up on whatever speech he was mentally preparing. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

“Duly noted,” Caliban said with a smile, stepping closer and placing a hand on the small of your back. “Thank you.” 

Harvey shook his head and got ready to say something that would, without a doubt, end up in an argument when the warning bell rang overhead. “I’ll see you guys around.” 

“No, Harvey, wait-” You reached out for his hand but he shook you off. You turned to face Caliban’s angelically smiling face with a fury. “What the hell was that?” 

“What was what?” Caliban asked, either not noticing your frustration or ignoring it in favor of pretending to be playfully ignorant. 

“Why can’t you have a single conversation with him where it doesn’t end in an argument?” 

“I’m afraid my cousin is rather sensitive at heart,” Caliban said, dropping his gaze to the floor for a moment. “He doesn’t appreciate my witticisms the same way you do.”

“I’m not so sure I appreciate them either,” you said. The second bell rang out and you took another step back. “I’m going to be late for class. We can talk about it later.” 

Caliban called out your name but you disappeared into the sea of students before he could change your mind. 

--- 

In an attempt to distance yourself from all the boy trouble you’d gotten yourself into, you buried yourself in schoolwork. You opted for the safety and quiet of the library instead of eating lunch with your friends, but your carefully crafted isolation was broken by Roz dumping her stuff on one of the chairs across from you and taking a seat right in front of you. 

“So what’s the deal with you and Harvey’s cousin?” she asked. The people around you shushed her and she mumbled out an apology before leaning in and whispering, “So what’s the deal with-” 

“It’s really complicated, Roz,” you said with a sigh. “And I’ve got this trig assignment due in like twenty minutes so I can’t talk right now.” 

“You can copy mine if you tell me what’s going on,” Roz said. She got a sinister smile on her face when she knew she’d won - a smile you had come to love and hate. You relented and she dug the assignment out of her bag. “Spill.”

“It started a while ago-” Not a total lie. It would be easier once you were copying answers and not looking at the face of your best friend. “He was looking for Harvey and somehow found me instead. The long-distance thing was going really well, you know? And then Harvey found out and completely freaked out-” 

“I mean, it makes sense,” Roz said. “You and him are like best friends and it sounds like Caliban ends up with everything Harvey cares about so- hey, don’t look at me like that. I never said it was intentional.” 

“What did he end up with that Harvey cared about so much?” you asked, putting the trigonometry aside for a moment to argue. 

“His little league spot, Lucy, a loving mom instead of an angry dad,” Roz went on to list a few more, slightly less heartbreaking, things before sighing and shrugging lightly. “And now you.” 

“I’m not some old action figure, Roz. It’s not like me dating Caliban has to change anything between me and Harvey,” you said. You looked down at your trig assignment again and thought that maybe you were taking this fake relationship a little too seriously. 

“But it does change things. He thinks you’re choosing his cousin over him.” 

“But that’s not what I’m-” you broke off your argument when people started shushing you again. “Fine, okay, whatever. Just tell me how to fix it.”

Roz got her sinisterly smart smile again and she rested her chin on her hands. “I’m so glad you asked,” she said. “I was thinking we could all go out - like go bowling or something - and the rest of us could meet Caliban while you spend some quality time with Harvey.” 

You bit your lip as you thought about it. It wasn’t a bad plan, but you didn’t like the idea of Caliban talking to your friends when you couldn’t step in to fix whatever lie he messed up. And the idea of Harvey and Caliban getting in close contact again … 

“We could go bowling,” you said eventually. Roz got excited and you got shushed again. “But you have to promise me you’ll be nice to him, okay? And Theo too.” 

“Deal!” Roz scooped up all her stuff, forgetting her trig with you. “I’ll go talk to the others and give you the details later.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile as she ran off. 

Maybe this would work out. 

Maybe a group fake date was just what you needed. 

--- 

“You want to go bowling?” Caliban asked as the two of you walked off the baseball field together. 

After a day of avoiding him, you’d finally decided to track him down after practice, not accounting for how attractive he would look with messed up hair and some color in his face. 

“I don’t want to - my friends want to,” you said. “They want to meet the guy that has me punching Colin Anderson in the mouth.” You shrugged when Caliban looked over at you with a very confused face. 

“Who the fuck is Colin Anderson?” he asked. Deciding there were better things to argue about, he let out a breath and shook his head. “Alright, bowling sounds fun.” 

You punched his arm playfully and said, “Liar.” 

He gave you a lighthearted, self-assured smile and rolled his eyes. “Am I picking you up beforehand so we can go over whatever little details you’ve come up with for me to tell your friends?” 

“Duh.” You sighed and stopped walking when the two of you reached the parking lot. “And, look, we have to talk about earlier. You can’t be like that with Harvey anymore, okay?” 

“What was I like?” Caliban asked, looking amused by how seriously you were taking this charade. 

“You know exactly what you’re like,” you said. “I know there’s that whole family thing that happened, but if you weren’t so antagonistic maybe things wouldn’t be so bad between you two. Why can’t you just be with him like you are with me?” 

“Because Harvey’s not nearly as pretty as you,” Caliban said, lifting a hand to your cheek before you knocked it out of the way. He sighed and put his hand in his pocket. “Unfortunately, Harvey has made up his mind about not liking me. Nothing I do is going to change that.” 

“Then let’s bet on it,” you said. “If being nice doesn’t work then I’ll … I don’t know, sit through one of your boring baseball games?” 

Caliban laughed and rocked back on his heels. “If it doesn’t work, you have to come to one of my baseball games and cheer me on. Face paint, hand-drawn sign, the works. Deal?” 

“No way.” 

Caliban shrugged. “I wonder how Harvey would feel about me letting the air out of one of his tires ...” 

“No!” You smacked his arm. “Fine. I’ll go to one of your boring games and pay attention, alright? Deal.” 

Caliban smiled and took his hand out of his pocket to hold it out to you, waiting for you to shake it. “Deal.” 

Rolling your eyes, you shook his hand. He cleverly maneuvered his hand around to interlace with yours and started walking across the parking and back to the school. His hand was warm and felt like it fit in yours, but it also left you feeling like you’d made a deal with the devil. 

---

Despite your reservations, the group date was actually going well. 

You only tried on two outfits beforehand and your parents weren’t there to ask questions when Caliban picked you up. The two of you went over all the details in the car about your relationship - Where was your first date? Did he know your favorite color? Did you know his favorite book? What was your song? - and he didn’t catch you staring at him this time. Plus, Caliban didn’t roll his eyes when you reminded him to be nice to Harvey tonight. 

Harvey, on the other hand, made no such promises, and one of the first things he did when he saw Caliban was glare at him. The rest of your friends were a lot friendlier; introducing themselves with uncertain hugs and making jokes about finally meeting the guy that left Billy speechless for once. 

And Caliban was quite the charmer, even with his whole bad boy thing going on. He flustered Theo and made Roz giggle - that’s right, giggle - and didn’t even argue when Sabrina suggested you bowl as teams. She was the only person who wasn’t affected by Caliban, but Sabrina wasn’t affected by much. 

Theo banned playing as couples because he and Roz weren’t a couple anyway, so Roz quickly suggested possible teams. You and Harvey would be together (she cast a very un-subtle look at you when she said that part), Theo and Caliban could be on a team, and then she and Sabrina would tie it all together. When no one offered up a better roster, the lot of you went to get shoes and pick a lane. 

Theo and Caliban made a surprisingly good team, with Theo excitedly bumping into Caliban every time one of them made a good throw and then full-on hugging him whenever one of them got a strike. It was cute, and you couldn’t fight those damn butterflies that flew around every time Caliban got along with one of your friends. 

Sabrina and Roz were, unsurprisingly, more interested in talking to one another than trying very hard to win. It was nice to see they’d outgrown their competitiveness, but maybe that was just because they weren’t competing against each other. 

And then there was you and Harvey. Like always, you were crushing it, but unlike always Harvey was so focused that you could basically see the steam coming out of his ears. He was determined to beat Caliban, even if it meant he had a rotten time while doing it. 

“Alright,” you said, turning to Harvey after your turn and crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you gonna be frowning like that the whole time?” 

“I’m not frowning,” Harvey said, mimicking your movements and crossing his arms defensively. “I’m just, you know, focused.” 

“Focused,” you repeated and he nodded. “Okay, but just know that you’re the only one ‘focusing’ so hard.” 

You walked back to the chairs and sat next to Caliban while Theo got his ball from the retrieval area. Pulling his arm around your shoulders, you leaned your head up to talk to him. To anyone else, this was a sweet moment - and maybe it still was - but it was also a very sneaky way to check on him without your friends suspecting anything. 

“You’re doing great,” you said quietly. “I think Theo would be your real boyfriend if you asked nicely enough.” 

Caliban laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I get the feeling that’s not all you came to say.” 

“It’s not,” you said, shifting as Theo started yelling for Caliban to come bowl for his turn. “Just- miss this one, okay? Not totally because that would be suspicious but-” 

“You want me to throw the game?” Caliban asked. 

“Yeah, kinda,” you said awkwardly. “Do you mind?” 

“A little, but I’ll do it,” Caliban said. He kissed the top of your head and untangled himself from you to get to his feet. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a game to win,” he said with a dramatic wink. “Enough fraternizing with the enemy for one night.” 

“The enemy?” You laughed and repositioned yourself in your seat. “Huh, so that’s how it is?” 

“Exactly,” Caliban said over his shoulder as he went to get his ball. 

He knocked down the pins so it would be impossible to get them all down on the second try. If Theo did well, Caliban would make some slight mess up and vice versa. By the time they were done, you and Harvey had won by three points. 

“Yes!” Harvey said under his breath after tallying up the scores. You pretended not to hear, but the two of you had a celebratory hug before getting back to the group. To your surprise, Harvey took a breath and held his hand to Caliban to shake. “Hey, good game, man.” 

Caliban took his hand after a moment and smiled. “Thanks, you too.” 

“Okay, that was fun and all,” Theo said, holding out his hands and gesturing vaguely to your bowling lane. “But can we get out of here now? I’m starved.”

Sabrina laughed and bumped Harvey’s arm. “What do you say? Winner buys us all something to eat?” 

“Oh, no way,” Harvey said. “I’ll drive but you guys are buying us dinner. That’s how it works.” 

“I think he may be right,” Caliban said with a dramatic sigh before smiling at the group. “What do you guys say we get out of here and treat them to a burger and some fries?” 

“As long as you’re paying, you can treat them to anything you like,” Roz said with a laugh. “We’ll meet you guys there?” 

You said you would and then followed them out to the parking lot, making jokes about how Harvey must have been practicing beforehand and Roz’s one amazing strike among the rest of her gutter throws. Your friends went one way and you and Caliban went the other, still holding hands even though no one was around to see it. 

Squeezing his hand, you came to a stop on your side of the car and leaned against it to face him. “Hey, thanks for that,” you said. “You were really great with them.” 

Caliban shrugged. “What are fake boyfriends for if not to impress your friends?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m being serious,” you said as you straightened up. “I know how much you hate losing.” 

“I may have thrown the bowling game, but I think I won something else,” Caliban said. He looked at your mouth for a second before looking back up at your eyes. 

“Oh really?” you asked. 

“Definitely,” Caliban said with a smile. He took a deep breath and looked out at the road not too far in front. “We should probably leave before your friends get worried.” 

“Probably,” you said. You took a step closer and lifted your hand to the side of his face before kissing his cheek softly. “Thanks, Abercrombie. It’s been a good night.” 

“It has,” Caliban said quietly. 

He didn’t push any more than that, letting go of your hand and opening your door for you. When the door closed as you got in the car, you took a deep breath. As happy as you felt when Caliban got in the car with an uncomplicated smile on his face, it also felt like you’d just been hit in the mouth like a pissed off teenager. 

“Ready to go?” Caliban asked as he buckled up next to you. 

This was still an undeniably bad decision, but it was your undeniably bad decision. 

“Ready,” you said with an uncomplicated smile of your own.

Part 4

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