#N HE LEFT MILK FOR STRAY CATS

[parkercore-69]

The original Saw(2004) script but it’s just the parts that make me furiously upset (aka. bits about Adam that didnt make the final cut):

theres like some mentions of suicde so just look out if that’s something that triggers you

[greycaelum]

I'm dying to know suguru reaction meeting baby kou and sai for the first time 🤧

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds & Mochi Chapters: { Protect }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"I'm gonna protect Cat!" Kouki huffed at him. 

"Uhuh? Be a good big brother." Suguru ruffled with the long hair this little mochi had begged him to comb into a bun like his Uncle's.

"That's right! You're the one to say when you got Mimiko-chan and Nanako-chan to protect. You'd grow white hairs soon." Satoru stuck his tongue out, rocking a fussy Saika from her father's loudness.

𑁍 Genre: fluff, domesticity

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.5k)— where Suguru didn't stray and stayed.

𑁍 A/N: some hot cocoa and a scarf for Christmas. I'm not taking requests, but I just wanna write this one.

The doorbell rang several times. Your hands stopped making the tempura for lunch and turned the stove off. Washing your hand over the faucet and patting it dry in a confused frown plastered your brow.

The housekeeper your husband hired had her day off and you got all the Sunday time as your family time and you're not expecting any guests today.

Topless and with an eight weeks old Kouki in diapers, cradled in his arms, Satoru strolled out of the nursery with a bright look on his face. Your shoulders slowly relaxed with your husband's ease.

"Hi My Love," you cooed and dropped a feathery kiss over your sweet boy's forehead.

Kouki's tiny nose scrunch up, rubbing it with his curled-up hand and snuggling back to his Papa's chest. Why so adorable Baby?! You inhaled, stopping yourself with all the fluffy emotions to smooch your son awake from his little nappy time.

"I thought I was your Love?" Satoru huffed with a pout but leaned Kouki so you could kiss the lil' mochi more. You look so novel with your messy bunned hair falling over your face and neck, dressed in his oversized shirt, still plump and round in your postpartum stage but dang, you got his heart swelling with all the changes in your body.

"Can you get the door please Honey?" On your tiptoes, you kissed Satoru's cheeks and slowly cradled your sleeping son into your bosom. The little mochi barely fussed and just snuggle to you for warmth.

Satoru pouted, wanting a little more skin-to-skin contact with his Kikufuku. But the insistent doorbell is starting to irk him too. Especially the person ringing it.

"I can hear it loud and clear, stop punching the darn thing Suguru. You're going to wake up my son." Satoru grab the nearby towel and draped it over you before unlocking the front door and spilling Suguru, holding a present.

"Suguru-san! Come in." You invited the man in with a wide smile. 

Satoru didn't waste a second to snatch the snack from his friend's hand and took Kouki from you so you could change.

You took one last peek, at the three boys before chuckling and left to change.

"He looks so big from the last picture." Suguru stared in awe at the little thing, so identical to the oversized man holding him. Kouki whined at the sudden shift from his mother's soft bosom but quelled from his father's soft rocking and coos.

"Doesn't he look like me?" Satoru grinned proudly. A grin of genuine joy and pride.

"I hope he'd take off from Y/n-chan." Suguru rubs the chubby milky cheeks. He could smell the creamy scent of milk and almonds. Why do babies smell so comforting? Even his heart and hand can't help but feel that tingling urge to nuzzle the little guy.

"Here, hold him."

"W-what? No, I'm fine!" Suguru withdraws his finger in a millisecond holding it before him in defense.

"C'mon, he's a little chonkier than other babies so hold him like this." Satoru laughed at his hesitance as he position his hand to hold Kouki.

"Like this?" Suguru could feel his arms tighten when the little weight slowly curled up into his biceps. There's something about how fully dependent and safe a tiny little bundle is in his stiff arms that pounds his heart.

"He likes you, see he's nuzzling." Satoru hums, proud of his little mochi being calm despite all the changing of arms.

"D-Does he does this all the time?" Suguru instinctively rocks his arms to lull the little guy.

"Do what?"

"Easily attaching to the one who holds him?"

Satoru shook his head.

"He's quite picky. Only lets Y/n, I, and his babysitter hold him on for a long time."

Suguru is barely listening as he stares at Kouki suckling on his tiny thumb. It's a little hard to wrap his head around that all humans started like this, so vulnerable, so innocent.

"He looks so much like Y/n-san." Suguru chuckled when Kouki nuzzle him at the mention of your name. Seems like the little guy's quite attentive to his momma's name.

"Aww, c'mon! Just wait until he grows up, he's gonna be the spitting image of me." Satoru half-heartedly protested, but cannot hold back the proud smirk.

"You alone are more than enough to handle in this society. Stop spreading your menace bacteria on your son too." Suguru spats in his friend's direction and cooed at Kouki who was growing fussy with the loud banter.

"Oh really? Just wait, we're both gonna throw chaos on you." Satoru stuck his tongue out before rushing to the kitchen at the sound of the microwave's timer.

Suguru on the other hand turned back to Kouki who calmed down easily. Rubbing the chonky cheeks with the back of his finger, a part of Suguru's heart warmed up, slowly spreading to his whole heart. Another reason he found to smile genuinely despite the stain of the world. He kinda understands why Satoru named him his hope and sky.

It's a girl.

The very minute Satoru called him, rubbing on Suguru's face he was gonna have a daughter, Suguru already foreseeing the riot this will make.

"I'd die for my son..." Satoru sighed but his face hardened in split second. "But I would kill for my daughter."

"I see... So?" Suguru sighed as well. He would do the same for his twins. Anything to protect his little girls too. Popping the soda can open that he got from the vending machine while on their little break from work, he drank to quench the thirst of summer while watching the kids in the park nearby a daycare have fun and run around their teacher.

"I need to protect her from danger." Satoru cried.

Suguru can't help but sympathize with the desperation in his friend's voice.

That was when you were still pregnant with the little princess, and now that the little treasure Satoru affectionately named his fortune and moon. 

"And what's the danger against women?" Suguru raised his brow.

"Men!" Satoru wailed. "Dammit, Suguru!" The fucker grabbed his collar and shake the life out of him.

"Stop choking me!"

Suguru is starting to offer incense to the boy who will dare to catch the little Gojo Princess's heart, may the heavens spare him from Gojo Satoru's tribulations.

"Su-chan! Look, look! This is my little sister, isn't Saika so pretty?"

Kouki grabs him and leads him to the little princess's crib. And just like that Suguru stared at the bluest of the blue eyes he has ever seen in his whole life. It perfectly stood out in the snow-white hair of the little princess.

She'll be breaking hearts for sure...

"Isn't she so pretty? She got Mama's nose." Kouki grinned, reaching in the gap of the crib to tickle his little sister's cheek, earning a little grunt and flailing of arms from Saika. Suguru ruffled the little mochi's long hair. 

He knew this little guy will grow just to have a heart like his mother's but still, he inherited the cheekiness of his father that is always present in those eyes Kouki inherited from you.

"Well, hello there Little Princess, did you know your Papa's gonna grow silver hair in that white mane of his from worrying about you?" Saika blinked and scrunch her tiny nose, reaching her hands out for him. Suguru laughed at her attempt for a 'carry me'.

He swears Satoru's kids have a penchant for wanting a carry from him all the time. 

"Up you go," Suguru grunted, carefully supporting the little princess's neck against his arms. A small smile against the pacifier filtered on her cute chubby face. "Grow up like your Mom, 'kay? Don't be a troublemaker like your Dad."

Suguru can't blame Satoru.  A part of him knew he would never hesitate to follow Satoru in beating up some punks who dare to lay fingers on this little princess.

"You have to protect her Kou-chan."

"Of course, I would." Kouki vigorously nodded to him. 

Suguru saw the twins loitering around Shoko's watch, all happy with the sweet you keep piling on their table.

"Isn't she so pretty?" Satoru smirked proudly, picking up Saika who made grabby hands to her Papa to snuggle much to Kouki's pout with his little tickling session cut off. "She looks just like Y/n with my hair and eyes."

Suguru can't help but soften his eyes at the sight of his friend being surrounded by warmth.

"You've got your hands full in the next decades, fending off those boys."

He laughed when Satoru turned pale in split second, dreading the very same day he dreads when his twins also leave the nest.

"I'm gonna protect Cat!" Kouki huffed at him. 

"Uhuh? Be a good big brother." Suguru ruffled with the long hair this little mochi had begged him to comb into a bun like his Uncle's.

"That's right! You're the one to say when you got Mimiko-chan and Nanako-chan to protect. You'd grow white hairs soon." Satoru stuck his tongue out, rocking a fussy Saika from her father's loudness.

Thinking back a few years ago, he'd never imagined the two of them being fathers, much more to be so protective of their daughters.

But one thing's for sure. They'd both raise hell and high waters to protect what they're living for.

—GreyCaelum

[PS: Writing for Suguru is not my forte, but I'd say he's a family man]

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[pigeonpeach]

Teyvat’s Cat dads!!

A/n: DISCARD any prior cat content because I genuinely have no memory of it! A more detailed drabble including pure fluff! Also happy new year! I’m spending it in bed with incredible back pain and sore throat >:(

Monsieur Neuvillete

A unexpected cat dad indeed! But the Melusines recently adopted a stray cat causing it to follow them to and from work. Entering buildings and following them even into meetings. Thus Neuvillete met and was adopted by the Siamese cat known as Bubbles due to its love for bubbles. After that Bubbles rarely left his office. Neuvillete was charmed by the little guy. A bold creature but like the melusines it is simply too mad to be at. The kitty has claimed his office as its own now. Thus when the Melusines visit they often are there to visit the cat too. It seems he’s the favorite now of the cat now. Bubbles sits on his desk as he works on papers, often looking like he supervises his work. The cat stays in the office though, it is not brought for trials as it dislikes the Opera house. Bubbles has his own chalice to drink from, as the kitty seems to like drinking out if his chalice. As such he leaves a decoy chalice for them to drink from. He would be irritated but he notices the cat also prefers the same waters as he does. Sometimes even making a disgusted face and ignoring certain flavors. The cat also seems to not be adverse to water strangely enough.

Needless to say this kitty is one of the most spoilt in all of the court. With a adoring dragon sovereign as its guardian and a entire species willing to pet it. This once stray kitty now drinks only the finest of waters but also the finest of fish!

Diluc of Mondstadt

The darknight hero after sneaking away from the scene and to the trails to his home discovered he was followed. Footsteps, light but present were heard. He turned but saw nothing. Cautious he pressed on, now taking a different direction to lead this stalker elsewhere. But when he finally confronted them did he discover a small but trembling black kitten. Its eyes were the only thing in sight. It meowed so pathetically, his heart was caught. He carefully picked it up discovering how small it was. This kitten must have been orphaned, its too young. He looked around finding no more. He noticed the kitty was shivering as he pulled it into his cloak pressing it closer to himself so it could feel his body heat.

Bringing it home was initially jarring for little Selene, a name given by Adelinde as she personally took charge in its care. She took the cat to the vet and discovered it was quite littered in fleas and malnourished. Diluc assisted with the flea bath, petting little Selene’s head in order to soothe her panicked meows. He saw to it that the kitty would be clean of all fleas, expensive shampoos used to ensure if would never have such problems again. As for food, it wasn’t a problem. Diluc would hand feed the kitty warm milk as the kitty really stuck to him. Clearly he was the favorite from the start.

As it grew older it also grew fatter. Selene is a chubby kitty indeed. But it’s partly because Diluc couldn’t refuse to share his steaks with the kitty. So easily does she tug at his strings as he is reminded of how she once knew s life without any of these comforts, so needless to say she is fed the finest of meats and vegetables. She’s a real sweetheart though. She meows often to complain about Diluc’s absence. If he isn’t home she’ll look for him in his office and every room. She’s a black cat so she’s also quite stealthy, therefore Adelinde gifted her a big red bow on her collar so she was slightly more visible. At least it would be easier to not trip on her late at night. When Diluc is home she is usually orbiting around him. She’ll relax near him, in his office she will lay upon his lap purring a storm as she enjoys his warmth and affection. And she takes up a good chunk of the bed when he sleeps, often sprawled out under the covers.

Pantalone

The Regrator is a commanding figure indeed. People shiver seeing him. But surprisingly his cat is his exact opposite. A common orange tabby with a pension for misfit. This kitty is very much more liked than his owner. Named Diamond, this beautiful female is the exact opposite of her owner. She is friendly and quite polite. She is often seen loafing on his lap as he does paperwork. She is mostly kept at his home, if his employees are working hard and he believes they deserve a reward then he may bring her. She’s a delight in the office as she often patrols the break room. She is a plump kitty too. Sometimes accused of being pregnant but she’s really just fat. The staff sneak her treats because she’s just too irresistible. She’s a adorable little lady. With a diamond coated collar, and well groomed coat she is a very pretty cat. There’s even a little white heart on her belly. She’s known for being a stress absorber to him. Even when he is utterly exhausted or miserable does his face visibly change when she jumps up onto his table and meows at him. Her little meow alone is a relief to him. She’s quite soft too. Her fur may get over his black clothes but its fine to him. He likes randomly finding hairs on clothes he hasnt even worn around her.

Pantalone will likely never have any children of his own but she’s close to one. Especially considering how spoiled she is. With new toys almost every day. A wild array of comfy sweaters meant to help her stay warm. To her diet, luxurious wet food. Made to be the most nutritious and healthy food to try to keep her fit. Unfortunately she has a ravenous appetite so if fish is being cooked she will try to take it. Often the private chefs must sacrifice a slice to her. One day Diamond despite his attempts at helping her keep in shape did seems to get really plump. One maid suggested she might be pregnant which immediately delighted him. He adores kittens and the chance to have more little Diamonds running around. He started to prepare for kittens only to find out she was just fat. Poor Pantalone didn’t get to be a cat grandpa but he is actively looking for s suitable tomcat for his beloved Diamond. As he is determined to have more little Diamonds.

[atlasscrumpit]

Heyy!!! Can i request a YandereMoonKnightxReader where the reader has become really quiet and reserved after being taken by the moonboys so one day Jake finds a stray kitten and after the boys discuss it and argue they agree to give it to reader as a support animal of sorts, and the whole naming process and caring process and the way the reader comes out their shell more because of the kitten but the boys are also lowkey kinda jealous of the affection the kitten gets from reader lol? Have a lovely day xoxo

Kitten

“We’ve tried everything, she has all the stuffed animals in the world.” Steven said as he spoke to Marc in the mirror.

“Steven, that doesn’t explain the kitten in your arms.” Marc said as Steven chuckled a little.

“I found her on the street, what if we give her to Y/N? Maybe a pet would help her come out of her shell and not be so nervous.” Steven said, doing his best to keep his voice down because you were still asleep in his bed.

“Steven, I don’t know if this is a good idea. A kitten is a big responsibility.” Jake chimed in making Steven sigh.

“It will keep her busy, especially when we have to go away on missions.” Steven said as Marc groaned.

“Fine.” Marc grumbled as Steven smiled brightly.

“Thank you!” He shouted before he heard you groan.

He quickly rushed over to you and saw you waking up.

“Love! You’re awake, I have a surprise for you.” Steven said excitedly as you sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself.

Steven held out the small kitten as you looked at her in surprise.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered as you cautiously reached out and brought the kitten to your chest.

“She’s yours now, love. She needs a home and I know you’ll take the best care of her.” Steven said as he saw tears in your eyes.

“Can I name her?” You whispered making Steven smile.

“Of course, sweetheart. Any ideas?” Steven asked as you smiled and looked down at the kitten.

“I think I’ll name her Peggy.” You whispered, brushing your finger over her tiny head.

“It sounds perfect, why don’t you two get acquainted and I’ll quickly go to the store to get supplies.” Steven suggested as you looked at him excitedly.

“Okay, thank you.” You said before Steven kissed your forehead and left.

You stared down at the kitten as you giggled softly.

—

An hour passed and Steven returned with four grocery bags filled with supplies for Peggy.

“I think she’s hungry.” You muttered, bringing her over to Steven.

He prepared some warm cat milk in a dish before directing you to sit Peggy down on the bench.

He noticed how cautious you were with her, it made him smile softly.

Peggy quickly lapped up the milk as you smiled.

“Thank you, Steven.” You said before you hugged him, making him smile and wrap his arms around you.

“That’s okay, angel. You promise to take good care of her?” Steven asked as you nodded.

“Of course!”

—

Steven’s plan had worked, but now he found himself growing jealous of a cat.

He knew it was a wonderful thing for you to come out of your shell, but he wanted you to show him some of the same affection.

He sat beside you on the couch as he watched you talk to Peggy.

“Can I hold her for a bit?” Steven asked as you nodded and cautiously handed Peggy to Steven.

He noticed how closely you would watch Peggy, making sure she was okay.

He noticed you leant into him while watching Steven pet Peggy.

Steven smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You yawned and closed your eyes, cuddling into Steven.

“Sleep, love. I can take care of her.” He said as you nodded and relaxed your body.

[harrietbarnesblog]

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Chapter 6: it's nice to have a friend...

Your mind replayed the convo you had last night with Chan. you couldnt think about anything else. Chan Chan Chan was what your mind kept thinking of. Absent mindly opened your fridge to pick up the cartoon box of milk. You stared at the fridge for a few seconds as you forgot why you opened it. Then you remembered. You picked out the cartoon box and shook it but it was empty. You sighed and decided to go to the nearby supermarket. You put on your jacket and left the house.

You walked down the road listening to music. You entered the supermarket and went directly to the dairy aisle. There was only one bottle of milk. You rushed to take it but someone took it before you.

“Fuck.” you said under your breath.

“y/n?” you heard someone call you. You turned around to see who it was. It was Chan.

“Chan, hey. Didnt expect to see you here.”

“We ran out of eggs so I came here to buy them.”

“Oh I see. I came here to buy milk but there is no milk. So I'm gonna just head back home. See you later, chan.”

“y/n, did you have your breakfast yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Umm.. do you wanna join us for breakfast. It's just me and the boys you know.”

“You want me to join you? What if they dont want me there?”

“They won't mind you joining us.”

“Fine, I'll join you.” you said.

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You and Chan went to the dorm in his car. You knew jyp building was near your house but you didnt knwo it was this close. It was only 3 buildings away.

“Guys, look who we have here.” Chan said removing his jacket and hanging it in the jacket hanger.

Minho didnt look up from his phone.

“Did you bring home a stray cat? If not, I'm not interested in whatever you brought home.”

“Minho, be nice.” Chan said in a motherly voice.

“Hello everyone.” you said slightly laughing thinking about what Minho said.

“You are y/n, right?” Felix said and hugged you.

Then Changbin greeted you.

“Oh my god! is that a gojo on your hoodie? You watch jjk?” Han screamed.

“Yes, you watch it too?”

“Of course I do. I'd be a loser not to watch it. We are gonna be besties.”

“Guys be ready I'm serving breakfast in five minutes” Chan said.

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You ate breakfast heartily. Chan had made pancakes and eggs. You all sit on the dining table which could fit 10 people in it. You sat in the middle of Chan and Hyunjin.

“The pancakes are so good, Chris.” You said.

“Thank you, milady.” Changbin and Seungmin coughed from their places hearing Chan call you milady. Others just exchanged looks. You just blushed slightly.

“Do you want coffee, y/nnie?” Felix asked you.

“Yes, please.” You said. He poured you a cup of coffee.

“So like are you guys dating or something?” Jeongin asked out of the blue.

“No.” You and Chan said at the same time.

“We are just friends.” You said. But deep down you wanted to be more.

“Ohh I see.” Jeongin said.

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After you had your breakfast you helped Chan clean the kitchen even though he refused to take your help.

“So I'm leaving. See you guys later.” You said.

“Wait lemme walk you home.” He said.

“Okay.”

You both picked your jackets and stepped out of the dorm. You guys took the elevator and went out of the JYP building.

“Umm… so I had fun having you over today.” He said.

“It was really fun to be there too.”

You two made small conversation on the way to your house. You reached the house so soon since it was only 3 blocks away.

You stood in front of your apartment.

You hugged Chan goodbye.

“By any chance would you like to come up?” you asked.

“Me?”

“Who else?”

“Yeah sure.”

[talesofesther]

Moonstruck - Part 5

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

A/N: Hope you like this part, more notes at the end <3.

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The incessant beeping of the bedside alarm clock was annoying, slowly pulling Eddie away from dreamland right as the fake scenario his mind conjured up was about to get to its best part.

He groaned, reaching a lazy hand out to turn off the alarm, accidentally knocking the device to the ground, but it did the job anyway. Soft stripes of morning light were seeping through his bedroom window, lighting up the messy room.

Eddie rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his arms to the side, the motion causing his elbow to hit a ball of fur that lay just beside him. He heard a startled and loud meow right after, making him jump and almost fall off his own bed.

Propping himself up on his elbows and with his drowsy eyes now open, Eddie glared at the black cat as if he had personally offended him. "Jesus dude, how'd you even get in here?"

The green-eyed feline didn't move, his paws tucked under his body as he started purring softly.

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, fingers getting stuck on a few loose knots. He blinked the last remains of sleep from his eyes, the curtains on his open window flew with the wind. "Touché," he mumbled, figuring the black cat sneaked in during the night. He was one of the stray cats from the trailer park, or, not much of a stray anymore considering Eddie has been feeding him on the regular, and apparently, he was sleeping inside now too.

With lazy steps, Eddie made his way to the bathroom, casting a last glance at the clock on the floor to make sure he was on time. The trailer was empty, as it was most mornings before Eddie left for school.

After freshening up, he was rummaging through his wardrobe for clothes; throwing his pajama pants on the bed, and mumbling an apology when they landed right on top of his fluffy visitor. He settled for a dark red hoodie and his jeans, prioritizing comfort.

Once ready, he turned around and cradled the cat in his arms. The animal clung to the bed with his claws, letting out an overdramatic meow as Eddie tucked him under his arm.

"Stop complaining, today's the big day, if anything I should be the nervous one," Eddie told the cat, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. Both he and the black ball of fur - held up by Eddie's left forearm, paws dangling - analyzed the contents of the fridge.

Eddie was nervous, very. Today was the day he would know if he would finally graduate this year or not, and he hoped, prayed to a god he didn't believe in, that he would. Because his last four months with you have been the best of his life, he smiled more than he ever has before and was already addicted to the warmth that you never failed to bring to his chest.

The constant rapid thudding of his heart was a telling, as was the way his fingers tapped the fridge's door and how he nibbled at the inside of his cheek. He was afraid that fate wouldn't favor him once again, afraid that you'd move on, leave town and he would be stuck behind, again. In the back of his mind, Eddie knew that he'd never recover if that happened.

Milk and cereal would have to do, he laid everything on top of the kitchen's counter, along with the cat. Turning around, Eddie grabbed two bowls, one bigger and the other smaller, and a spoon.

"I am hoping for the best, didn't do all that studying for nothing," Eddie mumbled, brows furrowed as he filled one of the bowls with milk, watching the cat's little nose smell his hand. "And I don't wanna leave her either, that is if she'll have me." He pushed the bowl towards the black creature, who started eagerly drinking the fresh milk.

"So, what do you think?" Eddie leaned his elbows on the counter, raising his eyebrows as if the cat understood every word; who knows, maybe he did. "About the… school, not her, she's-" He cleared his throat, feeling heat come to his cheeks for no apparent reason.

The cat kept drinking, his tail lazily moving from side to side on top of the beige counter. He licked his lips once he was finished, sitting down with his green eyes looking at Eddie before he started licking one of his paws.

"Yeah, you're right," Eddie said to himself, knuckles hitting the countertop. He ate his breakfast in silence, ringed fingers gently scratching the black fur behind the cat's ears. He wondered if you liked cats, if you'd like to have one in the future.

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Eddie turned the steering wheel, parking his van near the trees in the school's parking lot. He plucked out the keys from the ignition, stuffing them in his jeans pockets and turning around to grab his backpack.

The driver's door swung open abruptly, making Eddie almost tear his backpack in half with the way he involuntarily snatched it. He turned around quickly, strands of hair flying in his eyes with the motion.

"Hah yes, finally!" You exclaimed, a huge smile on your face and your chest rising and falling a bit too fast. As soon you caught sight of Eddie's van you'd made a run for it. "I arrived first." You told him with a smug tilt to your chin.

Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh, heart fluttering for you. "I swear you're both out to get me today."

You frowned, and Eddie waved a dismissive hand. "Morning sweetheart, you ready for today?"

Breathing in deeply, you raised a hand and pushed away the stray hairs that stuck to Eddie's eyelashes. You adored the way he always leaned into your touch, no matter how small. "I think so. Are you?"

"Nope, I am not," he mumbled, climbing out of his van and closing the door. He instinctively put an arm around your shoulders, his lips grazing your hairline in a faint kiss as he held the strap of his backpack over one shoulder. To the naked eye, you both could easily pass as a couple, everytime Eddie thought about it his skin filled with goosebumps. But even after these few months of being pretty much attached to each other, it wasn't true.

Eddie still couldn't put a name to what you two were, and it's not like he wasn't aching to make a bolder move, but every time he thought about it, a not-so-small voice at the back of his head would ask him; what if you're overstepping? What if you're reading it all wrong, and this one mistake takes everything away from you?

The fear of losing you was still winning. Yet it's not like you had made any moves either.

Despite Eddie wanting nothing more than to actually be able to call you his, he counted his lucky stars every night for the privilege of having you. No matter what road you chose with him, that was already more than enough.

You looked up at Eddie, squeezing your arm around his waist. "You're gonna pass Eds, I know you will."

"I hope so," Eddie said quietly, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. You walked together towards the school doors, the first rays of sun were starting to peek through the clouds.

A group of boys was standing beside a parked BMW when you walked by, Eddie instantly felt their eyes on both of you. One of the boys sported a basketball team jacket, the others had sunglasses on top of their heads, button-up shirts opened halfway and cigarettes hanging from their fingertips. Not long ago, Eddie would've felt uncomfortable under their eyes; not so much for himself but more for you. Not today though, today he pulled you closer and straightened his posture, risking a glance at the group of boys with a fire in his eyes that was new even for him.

You didn't notice, not always anyway; how the other boys at school would look at you with hungry eyes after you passed them by, whispering nasty comments to themselves with wicked smiles. Eddie always noticed, it made him clench his fists so hard his knuckles turned white and his nails almost pierced his skin. In one way or another, he made it his life's mission to scare off every single one of the scumbags. You brought a protective side to Eddie, one he didn't even know he could have.

He opened the school's glass doors for you, extending his arm for you to enter, with the sole purpose of seeing you smile. It always worked.

"I'm headed to art class." You turned to him, hands holding onto the black straps of your backpack.

Eddie groaned, "lucky you, I have fucking algebra."

You giggled and pointed a finger at him, "as soon as you know the results,"

"I'll come running to you no matter what." Eddie finished the sentence for you with a sweet grin.

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"So who are you going with?" Chrissy asked you, walking out of literature class side by side with you.

"Uh- I'm not sure yet, I think I have someone but, we haven't talked about it yet." You gave her a tight-lipped smile, both of you had just gotten the results that you were graduating; and you were over the moon about it, however now, the whole prom night thing became a real issue.

You were expecting, wanting to, go with Eddie. But he wasn't the biggest fan of formals and you'd never force him to.

"You two are adorable, you know," Chrissy told you as she stopped by her locker, opened it, and grabbed a pastel pink textbook. "An unusual pair but, adorable."

Leaning against the metal door beside hers, you faked cluelessness, heat already crawling up behind your neck and to your cheeks. "'you two' who?"

Your blonde friend raised an eyebrow, closed her locker with a click, and pointed a gentle finger over your shoulder; "you and Mr unhinged over there."

"It's painfully obvious," Chrissy whispered closer to your ear and then walked away with a teasing wink, leaving you to turn around and see what she was talking about.

Eddie was racing from the end of the hallway and towards you, running as fast as his legs would carry him; his hair flowing wildly and his backpack bouncing on his back. He clutched a white paper in his hands, and as he got closer you saw his huge smile.

"I passed! I passed!" He came to an abrupt stop in front of you, voice breathless and some octaves higher from excitement.

Your mouth hung open in awe and happiness, you started jumping on the pads of your feet. "You passed, oh my god." You reached out to him, already sharing his excitement. "Eddie you're graduating."

"I'm graduating!" He took your hands in his and jumped with you. Both of you bounced on your feet, laughing and smiling and creating what was probably a comical scene for the passing students, but you couldn't care less. Eddie then pulled you forward and encircled his arms around your waist, lifting you up and off the ground. He hugged you close and twirled you around, his eyes closed with a distant sting of happy tears.

"I can't believe man, finally."

"I'm so happy for you Eds," you mumbled against his hair, clutching his shoulders.

He lowered you to the ground slowly, pulling away only to be able to look at you. "I owe most of it to you. Did you pass?"

You smiled so brightly it hurt. "Yeah, yeah I did."

Eddie's cheeks were flushed pink, from running and from the wave of feelings twirling in his stomach; his eyes glistened under the school's cheap lighting, half closed because of his smile. "We're graduating, princess," he whispered as if still trying to convince his mind about it.

With a soft nod, you held onto one of his hands. "We are."

Eddie ran his free hand through his messy curls. "I can't wait to tell Wayne about it, he's gonna be pumped."

"He'll be proud of you, Eddie. I am too," you told him, your thumb drawing loose patterns on his hand.

Eddie averted his gaze from yours, his smile fading ever so slightly with furrowed brows. He had been stressing about asking you to prom for more than a week now, but this was a chance he wouldn't get back if he let slide. So Eddie opened his mouth with all the courage he had left, but someone beat him to it;

"Y/N, hey!"

Both of you turned your heads towards the new voice.

Bryan waved at you, team jacket in his hand as he walked closer.

The boy gave Eddie a quick look before settling his eyes on you. "Can I steal you for a bit?"

"I uh-" you shifted your gaze between Eddie and Bryan. "Yeah, sure. Just a second." Directing the last bit of your sentence to Eddie, you allowed Bryan to pull you a few meters away from him.

Eddie leaned against the orange and green stripes on the wall, not able to tear his eyes away from you. The frown he initially had as soon as the basketball player snatched you from him was slowly dissipating. He watched as you spoke, a small smile on your face as you nodded to whatever the boy was saying. Eddie fidgeted with his own hands, in moments like these, he was reminded of the massive gap that still separated your world from his.

Five minutes passed and you were finally walking back to Eddie.

You stopped in front of him and he reached out to tug at the ends of your backpack strap, a shy attempt at not letting you leave again.

"Do I need to scare him off?"

You playfully glared at Eddie, raising your hand and resting it on his forearm. "Stop it, Eddie, he's actually a good guy."

Eddie hummed. "You don't see what I see, sweetheart."

"Oh Mr. Know it all," you chuckled, "maybe I do."

Eddie raised an eyebrow for you to continue.

"He asked if I wanted to go to prom with him."

The words made Eddie's mouth go dry, his gaze shifted away from yours. "And um-what did you say?" He tried to sound nonchalant; wasn't very successful.

"No."

His head snapped up at your words, face scrunched with a frown. "No?" That Bryan guy wasn't bad looking, he was popular and was on the basketball team. Honestly, it would make perfect sense for you to go with him. Eddie had pretty much tossed any hope he had out the window, but now, you said no?

You shook your head softly, a timid smile playing on your lips. "No. He's not the person I wanna go with."

As you looked up at Eddie, slowly, pupils blown wide and lips partially open in a silent question; Eddie felt it, he felt the shift in the air. A small step towards the direction that, until now, you were both too scared to openly dive into.

He took the leap with you, heart raging against his ribcage. Eddie took your hand in the familiar gesture that belonged to both of you, fingers lazily hooked around yours. "Would you- would you give me the honor of going to prom with me then?"

His voice was adorably shy, so quiet that you wouldn't have heard had you not been standing so close. You squeezed his hand, chest growing impossibly warmer. "There's no one else I'd rather go with."

A beat passed as your words caught up with him. With a boyish grin, Eddie raised your joined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

Eddie is the best part of your day too.

____

"Stop looking at me like that," Eddie grumbled, he stood in front of his mirror, hands fidgeting with the tie around his neck. He glared at the black cat who sat comfortably on his bed, sure that the little animal was judging his poor attempt at straightening his tie.

Eddie wore a full black suit, he borrowed it from his uncle and it was slightly too big on his lanky frame, but it worked. The shirt underneath had the top button open, otherwise, he felt as if it was strangling him. His hair was still damp and the only thing left was to properly adjust his tie.

The low sound of a random Metallica album played in the background, Eddie stood out like a sore thumb inside his own room. He wasn't completely opposed to it though. It felt weird when he first saw himself in the mirror, but the fancy look was slowly growing on him.

Nerves and anticipation crawled under his skin, Eddie was finally going to his prom night, and with you as his plus one. Something only a few months ago he wouldn't even dare to dream about.

Eddie grinned once he managed to adjust his tie. He turned to the black cat on his bed, opening his arms. "How do I look?" He pursed his lips, tugging at the ends of his blazer. The cat purred softly, his green eyes lazily watching Eddie.

"Yeah I look weird, they're gonna fucking laugh at me." Eddie bit the inside of his cheek. He reached out for his guitar to take it away from the mirror, letting it rest on his bed so he could have a better view of himself.

In a few minutes, he would be arriving at your doorstep to pick you up, and in a few more minutes you would both be walking through the gymnasium doors.

"No, it's fine, she deserves it," he decided.

Eddie dried his palms on his pants, reaching over to run his fingers through the cat's fur. "You don't mess up my room while I'm gone."

In his kitchen, Eddie grabbed the flowers that rested in a cup of water, giving them some gentle shakes for the droplets to fall.

The drive to your house took about fifteen minutes. As Eddie parked his van in front of your house, it felt like it took both five minutes and one hour to get here.

Crickets were singing in the early night, and the sky was clear of clouds, making room for thousands of stars. Eddie walked up to your front door, his hands tightly clutching the makeshift bouquet. He had handpicked the wildflowers, choosing different colors he hoped you'd like. He took a deep breath to ease his nerves before knocking.

Hopper opened the door for him, he wasn't surprised to see Eddie on the other side. He'd lost count of how many times they had been in this exact position before.

The door opened widely with Hopper motioning for him to walk inside. As always, Eddie stepped into your cozy home with his head hung low, mumbling an "excuse me" as he walked past the chief of police. He knew he wasn't the chief's favorite person, he'd never push his luck.

"She's upstairs," Hopper informed him, he had a frown on his lips. Watching the boy clutching the small flowers with both his hands, his grip wavering, and eyes fixed to the ground.

The older man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. For weeks now, he'd figured his assumptions were very much wrong. He put a hand on Eddie's shoulder before he could walk up the stairs.

Eddie stopped abruptly, although Hopper's hold wasn't harsh.

"For the record, I think you're a good kid, alright?" His eyes diverted to the random commercial playing on the TV before settling back on Eddie, he squeezed his shoulder. "But I will hunt you down if you don't treat her right."

Eddie smiled softly, giddy for having your father's approval. "I wouldn't dream of it." His words were laced with sincere confidence.

Eddie skipped up the stairs, brown curls framing his smile. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before gently pushing open your bedroom door. You stood in front of your dressing table, with your back to him, but the mere sight of you already took his breath away. Your dress was dark colored, matching his suit perfectly, it hugged your body just right; your hair was loose, manicured hands putting on an earring and as Eddie caught a glimpse of your smile through the mirror he almost dropped his flowers. He was whipped.

"Look at you," you said lowly, turning towards him with a smirk. "Eddie Munson in a suit, there's a sight I didn't know I needed." You raised a perfectly styled eyebrow, your heart doing somersaults in your chest because Eddie was handsome. The black suit was perfect for him, in a way only he could pull off. Tie slightly loose around his neck and sleeves partly rolled up. It was so Eddie and so charming.

The bold words brought a grin to Eddie's lips, he allowed his gaze to travel up and down your body; engraving the image of you in his mind. "Only what my girl deserves." He dared say, timidly extending the flowers to you.

"I picked them, reminded me of you."

Your fingers grazed his as you reached for the small bouquet, you held it as if it was your most prized possession, heart swelling at the gesture. "Eddie, you didn't have to." Bringing the flowers to your nose to feel the perfume, you added; "but I love them."

Eddie averted his gaze, his thumb fumbling with the ring on his finger. He took a step closer to you and raised a hand to ghost over yours. "You look beautiful."

Eddie had always been a charmer. There was something different about tonight though. After placing the flowers in a cup of water, you bid goodbye to Eleven and your father and walked with Eddie to his van. His hand rested on the small of your back all the way, he opened your door for you to get in.

Driving to school didn't take long, time always seems to fly when you're with someone you love. When you arrived, a few cars were parked in the school's parking lot. The commotion inside the gymnasium could be noted from afar, with colorful lights shining through the big doors and faint music reaching your ears.

You stepped out of his van and into the cold night. Eddie made his way to your side and you reached out a hand to take his, being able to easily feel his nerves on his touch. Turning to him, you gently pushed him back into the now-closed passenger door of his van, his lower back resting against the metal.

He looked down at you with a frown but wasn't opposed to the idea of your actions. You rolled your eyes at his tiny smirk.

Looping your fingers through the belt loops of his pants, you focused your gaze on him. His doe eyes were nothing but black orbs under the dark sky. "Talk to me Eddie, what's on your mind?" You tilted your head to the side, voice gentle.

Eddie breathed out slowly, ducking his head, his forehead almost touching yours. "This still feels unreal, and I feel like I'm gonna be the joke of the night."

"It does feel kind of unreal, doesn't it?" You mimicked the crease of his eyebrows, raising your hands to the side of his head and threading your fingers through his soft hair, whilst he naturally reached for your hips. "How lucky am I to be going to prom with the Eddie Munson? Hellfire's Dungeon Master, best guitar player in all of Hawkins."

Your over-exaggerated tone made Eddie laugh, a deep chuckle that made you shiver under his hold.

"Don't forget The School's Freak." He reminded.

You hummed, squinting your eyes with a smile. "That's still a debatable title."

After a few more shared laughs, both of you leaning against his beat-up van with nothing but the stars as company; your smile faded slightly, lips pursing in a more serious manner. "You don't need to worry about them. We don't need to worry. I mean it when I say that I'm lucky to have met you."

You averted your gaze, smoothing out the ends of the collar on Eddie's shirt. His eyes were heavy on you. "Some of those people, they're just empty shells," you didn't have to specify for Eddie to know who you were talking about, "and you're not, you're… like a breath of fresh air, honestly."

Eddie chuckled under his breath, bashful eyes studying the way you held onto him and feeling his cheeks impossibly warmer. "What did I do to deserve you?"

A timid smile came to you and as you felt Eddie's fingertips gently grazing your cheek, you glanced up. He was close, so close his nose almost touched yours, his hand around your waist pulled you in.

With just a tilt of your head, you could…

Out of nowhere the music coming from the gym got louder, the new song starting with a bang that made you jump, your heart now following the quick beats as you realized just what you were about to do.

You felt Eddie's soft exhale on your lips. Forcing yourself away from him, you grasped onto his hand and pulled him to the party; your face burning hot.

Naturally, a few students shot curious glances in your direction as you walked inside the gym side by side with Eddie. Neither of you cared though, focusing solemnly on each other. The place was beautifully decorated, with colorful and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, music blasting from the speakers as many students danced around; there were a few tables offering snacks and drinks and a makeshift stage in the middle for the speeches.

You had your arm around Eddie's, his free hand mindlessly playing with your fingers.

Chrissy caught sight of you rather quickly, excitedly waving her hand in the air and calling you over. She stood with Jason by her side, who didn't look too happy to see you. Allison and Bryan were there too, it looked like they came together; you'd never tell her she was sort of his second option. You both stood with them for a while, talking and laughing and sharing a few plans for the future.

Eddie made a point to serve you drinks while whining about the nonalcoholic beverage. He also didn't let go of you the whole night, sometimes his hand laid around your waist, or at the small of your back; sometimes his fingers hooked with yours or he had an arm around your shoulders. It felt right.

Later into the night, you found the other boys from Hellfire Club, their smiles contagious when they saw you. Gareth eagerly complimented your looks, earning him a rather stern glance from Eddie. Dustin gushed excitedly about 'Eddie's new girlfriend' and how happy he was that he found someone, successfully rendering you speechless and Eddie a stuttering mess.

When a slow song finally came in, you dragged Eddie to the dance floor. Your hand loosely attached to his. He halfheartedly complained about it, smiling all the way.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling goosebumps with the way he held onto your waist. You swayed gently with him, not very mindful of following the song's rhythm, focusing more on the soft brown eyes staring down at you.

"What are your plans now that you're free of Hawkins High?" You asked quietly, playing with the ends of his hair.

Eddie hummed, his fingers tapping your spine. "I haven't really thought about it yet."

You chuckled, shifting your gaze up to the fairy lights hanging above you. If you squinted, they reminded you of stars. "Before thinking about college, I wanna go out. Explore, meet new faces, you know. Get away for a while."

Eddie felt his stomach dropping with your words, he involuntarily gripped you tighter to himself. "Leave town?"

"That's the plan, yeah."

He gulped down a sudden lump in his throat. Was it too foolish of him to think you'd stick by him after school was over? Maybe, he had hoped anyway. Eddie could only nod, not thinking much before pulling you to him in somewhat of an embrace. His arm closed further around you, his nose now resting on your shoulder.

What he thought was a potential goodbye, was nothing but a sweet gesture for you. You pulled him in as well, one hand around his shoulders and the other going up to bury itself into his hair.

After a few minutes of you slowly swaying to the song, with nothing but Eddie's shaky breath on your neck, you noticed the change in his mood. The many other students around you seemed to become a faded blur. "Eddie?"

He pressed his cheek onto your head, closing his unfocused eyes at the smell of your shampoo. "Just… Promise you'll be back? That you won't forget me?" His words were nothing but a quiet plea thrown out in the dark.

You pulled away from him, and Eddie's heart almost broke then and there. Your eyes were shining under the colorful lights, feeling the warmth of his body pressed to yours. "Eddie, remember what I told you when you first came to my house? Whenever I think about my future plans or… Anything, you're- you're always there with me. I want you there with me. If that's something you'd want too."

Oh. There you were again, showing him what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved.

His lungs didn't function properly, here, eyes fixated on you, dressed up for prom night, for him, and saying that you wanted him beside you; he forgot how to breathe. Eddie leaned forward, the strings of something that was months in the making finally pulling him in. "What are we?" He whispered the one question he hoped he knew the answer for.

Your eyes drifted down to his plump lips, your thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. "Whatever you'd like us to be."

Eddie couldn't hold himself back even if he tried, he leaned down, his lips finding yours. It had been long overdue, a love hidden beneath touches and stares and promises ever since the day in the library.

He kissed you with purpose, with a tight grip around you telling you everything he could never put into words. You cupped his cheeks, tilting your head to chase a closeness that would never be enough. Eddie's lips were soft; his kiss, even if passionate, had a clear gentleness.

You heard a whimper coming from him when you pulled away, his mouth chasing yours, noses bumping. The smile was instant, your lips brushing his in several more pecks until the air became an annoying necessity.

Opening your eyes halfway, you were greeted with the sight of Eddie with his lips partly opened; redder, a little swollen, courtesy of your touch and more kissable than before. His eyes were still closed, cheeks dusted pink and god- for a moment you thought you made him up, just for how entranced he made you feel now.

Eddie ran his tongue over his bottom lip, he opened his chocolate brown eyes slowly; his pupils were huge, glistening brightly. He leaned over, tender lips pressing against your forehead before he met your eyes again. "You had me hooked around your finger even before we met in the library, you know that, right sweetheart?"

A chuckle bubbled from your throat, you hid your face against his shoulder.

"I just wanna be with you, don't care where." He promised, lips grazing your hairline.

You bit your lip to contain the happiness, before teasing lowly; "took you long enough."

Even if you couldn't see him, you knew Eddie had his mouth hung open in his 'how dare you' way. "Oh come on, you're one to talk."

Both of you laughed, both of you knowing the timing couldn't be more perfect.

The slow song came to an end, giving room for another upbeat you didn't know the name of. Eddie kept his hold on you, and you didn't let go either. You felt his heartbeat against your own, the low thudding fitting perfectly with yours.

Eddie was the best part of your life.

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A/N: I did always love to explore the kind of relationship where they're not yet lovers but aren't just friends either, simply adorable.

Anyway, for the main storyline in this miniseries, I'd say this is the final part. However, I plan on writing shorter additional stories for this little universe; for example, exploring some things that happened with them in this three-month time jump, and also now after, maybe a road trip together or something. Just some little additional glimpses into their relationship, let me know if there's something specific that you'd like to see (just please if you'll send an ask, specify that it's for the Moonstruck universe). It can even be something as small as "the first time they went to the movies together", I'd be happy to write it <3.

You can find the extra stories here.

Thank you for reading this story, feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[finn-writes-stuff]

hi :) i didn’t see anywhere that requests were closed, but if they are feel all free to ignore this!!

can i request something’s for Resident Evil 8? maybe reader is a shape shifter, but their main shift is a cat? (preferably a smaller one so they can sneak around)

and at one point the reader sits at one of the lords meetings just to eavesdrop, no particular reason. basically they’re just a free roaming cat and go where they’d like, as long as they’re not caught.

please and thanks love <3

This is such a polite and pleasant request, thank you &lt;3

Platonic! RE8 x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

Gender-Neutral Reader

Masterlist Commission Info

While the village is not exactly filled with cats, you're innocuous that no one really looks twice at you. It suits you perfectly, allowing you to go wherever you please.

When you do run into the Lords in your cat form, you get some varied reactions.

Moreau, when he spots you, will inevitably start to coo at you, doing his best to coax you closer. He wants to pet you, and if you let him, he'll shower you in treats in praise about what a lovely kitty you are. He's not nimble enough to catch you if you don't want him to though.

Donna is a little less persistent. When you decide to adventure through her manor and catch her eye, she'll often just watch you for a long moment. She's too worried about scaring you off to reach out. On days when she's a little less lost in her head, she'll set out food or milk for you.

House Beneviento is not a place of peace for you though. Angie will run at you to try and pet you and tug at your tail. With how quick she is, she's harder to dodge, as well.

The castle is perhaps even more dangerous perhaps.

Alcina tends to do little past noticing you. She's a busy woman who doesn't have time to be chasing after strays. Although if you find your way into her room or office, she'll speak to you, venting about business problems.

The girls are terrors though. They absolutely love you and will do their best to catch you. If they do, inevitably they'll try to keep you as a pet.

Bela seems the nicest at first, coaxing you to her with treats and soft words. But she also owns cages and collars, trapping you in her room if you let her too close.

Cassandra never tries to lure you close, she enjoys chasing you too much. Your cat form is small enough that you can usually evade her, but the thrill of the hunt always seems to make her faster.

Daniela tries to sneak up on you. If you let your guard down in the castle, she'll jump out at you, trying to bundle you off to her room without her sisters seeing. She has also dubbed you Mittens, regardless of how you respond to this.

The castle is perhaps better than Heisenberg's factory though. Between the Lycans that surround it and the soldats within, you'll find yourself threatened at every turn.

Heisenberg himself rarely pays much attention to you around town, but after you managed to get into his workshop, you caught his attention. He was impressed with how clever you must have been to get there.

He'll let you go as you please, but when you are there, you can expect something to eat, a hand scratching under your chin, and an explanation on his new experiments.

Finding your way into a lords' meeting was an adventure. There were regularly Lycans everywhere, keeping guard. But you've been evading them for as long as you've lived here.

You found a nice vantage point where you could lay down and listen. For a few meetings, you simply rested there, without being noticed.

At least you thought so. Once, after the lords left, Mother Miranda looked up at you, directly catching your eye.

You decided to avoid the next meeting.

[writing-fanics]

okay here me out

[since its the month of hallowen]

Ill probs write this soon but rn I'm working on my art project almost done

so what if i do a fic where morpheus' lover has been missing for over a century. he came back from his imprisonment to only be told that they've been missing for 100 years. Lucienne tells him that they left to go search for him but haven't been see since.

hes constantly seeing a black cat in the waking world. running over towards him and nuzzling their head against his leg. a stray cat he found and gives them warm milk using his powers and occasionally pets them.

It isn't until during his meeting with Death she picks up the black cat holding them in her arms, and hands them to morpheus causing the cat to purr.

"why're you giving me this cat?"

Death: "are you really that clueless?"

morpheus: "I'm not clueless its a cat."

Death: "that cat has been following us since the park. They've been all over you."

morpheus: "so that cat likes me."

Death: "look at the cats eyes."

Morpheus does so and sees the same [e/c] of his lover whos been missing. "y/n?"

cue the cat meowing and nuzzling their head against his. and then cut to morpheus trying to figure out how to turn them back into their human form.

also cue y/n playing with matthew by chasing him

[jaesqueso]

Feline Instinct

pairing: barista!ten x werecat female!reader (feat taeyong, yangyang and briefly the 7th sense line)

summary: He always loved cats and he seemed to have an hypnotising attraction to you, could the two be related?

for the Neo CreaTures collab by the incredible @raibebe​ ❤

word count: 8,655

warnings: suggestive but no actual description of anything, marking, mentions of heat and mating, lil bit of angst and too much fluff

a/n: why did this take forever to finish? anyways, rai I love you, I’m sorry this is so late T_T was going to have smut but already too long and fluffy to include, hope ya’ll enjoy it! ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

As Ten opens his eyes the pounding in his head makes him hide inside the covers. What the hell did he drink yesterday that got him this wasted?

Slowly flashes of last night go through his mind. It was halloween. He got in his Edward Scissorhands outfit and drank a few beers with his friends before they head out to a party. More drinks, more friends. People in weird costumes, people in sexy costumes and… Her. Oh, he remembers her. The cutest kitten outfit he’s ever seen. And he went up and talked to her. ‘How embarrassing’ he thought. But he remembers her smiling as they talked. And then he left to go home, but wait… She came home with him! He can now recall the messy kisses and the hands all over each other. And she insisted on keeping the ears and the skirt with the tail as they fooled around in his bed, ‘kinky’ he thought. But hold up. She fell asleep in his arms. Is she here?

Carefully he peeks through the sheets only to find no one around. Half of him is relieved that she won’t see the mess he’s in right now but the other half can’t help but be disappointed not to wake up by her side.

Getting up, he heads to the shower. As the water falls down his back he can feel his skin burning. Turning his back to the bathroom mirror he widens his eyes seeing the scratch marks all over, damn this girl was on fire!

He can’t stop thinking about her and the way their bodies moved in sync the previous night. He’s sure he needs to be with her again, but he doesn’t even know her name, how’s he going to find her?

Ten gets dressed and walks to the kitchen to get some food, but first he goes outside to put out something for the stray cats in his street. Meow’s fill the air as he gets outside.

“Good morning lovelies.” He smiles as he pours out some milk for the hungry little animals.

He watches them for a few minutes before turning to head back inside to have his own breakfast but one of the cats grabs his attention.

“You’re new around here aren’t you?” He picks the kitten up and observes its shiny fur and a soft pink collar. “We got a little run away don’t we?”

His heart melts as the little cat rubs its head on his hand, purring. He tries searching its collar and the heart shaped pendant but there’s no name, no number, nothing. He decides to leave it for now but if in a few days the kitten is still around he’ll definitely try to find its owner, they must be worrying sick, he knows he would.

Later that day he goes out to meet his friends.

“The man of the moment arrives!” Johnny shouts and everybody cheers and laughs as Ten enters the room.

“Dude, did you actually score?” Mark asks.

“Is that even a question?” Jaehyun grins. “Of course he did, look at the smile on his face!”

Ten scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, unable to stop the corners of his lips from curling up.

“I don’t know man, he was pretty drunk.” Mark shrugs his shoulders.

“Just let him talk.” Doyoung shushes the others and then turns to Ten. “Did you get lucky or not?”

“Well…” They all lean forward as he starts. “I did.”

The boys celebrate as if these were the news of the century.

“Oh c’mon guys, it’s not that big of a deal.” Ten tries to tone things down.

“Not a big deal?” Mark widens his eyes.

“Don’t you know who that was?” Doyoung is incredulous.

“Hm, should I?” Ten’s confused.

“Not to scare you but that’s Taeyong’s cousin.” Jaehyun almost whispers.

“Wait, do you mean the one he’s very protective about?” Ten’s expression now turns into a scared one.

“Don’t worry,” Johnny places his hand on Ten’s shoulder, “he didn’t see you two leave.”

“Who didn’t see whom leave?” Taeyong unexpectedly walks into the room and the boys freeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, we were just talking about how Mark was hammered and Johnny had to take him home!” Doyoung tries to come up with an excuse.

“Oh yeah, you guys just disappeared!” Taeyong nods, but then his phone rings. “Sorry, let me just take this.”

The room falls silent as glances are exchanged when he picks up the phone.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N. A lightbulb lights up in Ten’s head. That’s her name.

“You need me to pick you up?” Taeyong continues his phone call. “Ok, drop by the coffee shop later then. Bye.”

The coffee shop? Oh yeah, Ten and Taeyong had the night shift today. So that means she’s going to be there? Would she remember what happen? She didn’t look that drunk. Will she want to talk to him again or was this just a one time thing?

“Yo, Ten!” Taeyong waves his arm making Ten re-focus on the conversation. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah.” They get up. “See you later.”

The drive to the coffee shop is awkward. Well, at least for Ten, he feels nervous about how Taeyong would react if he knew what happened.

“Ten, are you ok?” Taeyong asks as they arrive. “You seem a little lost in your thoughts today.”

“I’m fine, just tired.” Ten simply replies.

“Oh yeah, you got pretty wasted last night too!” Taeyong grins. “Did you go home alone?”

“Of course, who would I’ve gone with?” Ten nervously laughs as he puts on his apron to start working.

Every other minute he glances at the door in hopes to see her. Is she really coming? Will it be awkward? Does he look ok-

“Y/N!” His thoughts are interrupted by Taeyong’s voice.

Ten glances to the door and there she is. In casual clothes this time, a pleated mid-calf skirt, knitted sweater, black beret and a beautiful pink necklace with a heart pendant.

“Ten this is Y/N, my cousin.” Taeyong does the introductions, little does he know there’s no need for them.

“Hi.” She says with the cutest smile.

“Hi.” His voice comes out almost silent.

“I’m gonna take 5, ok?” Taeyong asks.

“Sure.” Ten simply manages to say.

His eyes follow the two cousins to a table in the corner. There’s no other costumers at this time so he decides to clean up a bit instead of just staring at them which would be suspicious. As he’s wiping the counter he accidentally hears a bit of their conversation even if they’re taking really low.

“You know I don’t like you just disappearing like that.” Taeyong says.

“I’m sorry Tae.” She lowers her head.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, don’t worry.”

“I’m just trying to protect you. You know that right?”

“Maybe I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisions now. I don’t need you protecting me all the time.”

“Right, because if I wasn’t there last time you’d be fine right?”

“That was an accident and you know it. Plus I still got 8 more.”

“That will quickly be wasted if you’re not careful-”

Taeyong is interrupted by a loud bang. Ten widens his eyes looking down at the tray he accidentally knocked to the floor as he was eavesdropping. He apologises and steps away, hopefully they don’t think too much about it.

Ten didn’t talk to her that night. But she started regularly coming every time Taeyong was working, luckily they share a lot of shifts so he got to see her more. She usually seats by the window reading a book and drinking a latte.

He sneaks as many glances as he can without his friend noticing. There’s definitely something about this girl that just keeps him hooked. They haven’t even talked that much but he just knows he wants to be with her.

Kinda like how he feels about his feline friends. Specially this new one with the collar and the heart shape pendant. It has been coming around everyday and quickly became part of the family.

Unlike the other stray cats, this one always has clean fur and a healthy look, he bets the owner is worrying sick so he decides to take a few pictures and post it around the block, surely someone will give him a call. But after a week there was nothing. And to make it worst, somebody kept taking the posters down. Every other day he had to print out new signs to put up, but it was getting ridiculous, who would do such a thing?

On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Ten was almost arriving to work when he noticed he forgot his apron and he wasn’t about to get scolded again. Looking at the clock there was still time to run back home and get it so there he went.

He quickly found what he came looking for right by the door so it didn’t take him long to make his way back but as he crossed the street he saw someone in a black hoodie standing close to one of the “Missing cat” signs Ten had put up. Could it be that this person knows who the kitty belongs to? But before he could even consider approaching this person the paper is quickly ripped off the wall and crumbled into a pocket.

“Hey!” He shouts moving towards the mysterious figure.

The person looks back and he squints his eyes trying to see their face but the hood over their head covers most of it, and also it doesn’t help how fast they started running away.

“Stop!” Ten chases them down the streets completely forgetting his obligations.

But as fast as he likes to think he is, whoever this might be must run for a living because he simply can’t keep up. Specially not when the person started climbing walls in between buildings, real parkour style. Watching the lean figure smoothly getting away, he groans and kicks the air in frustration.

Glancing at his watch, he curses under his breath making his way back to the coffee shop, hoping he won’t be late. As he arrives, Taeyong rushes him to the back just before their manager walks through the door.

The whole shift, Ten’s mind was trying to unveil what happened. Who was that and why are they trying to sabotage the poor cat’s journey back home? He just couldn’t understand and he was obsessing over it. Also it didn’t help that his co-worker’s cousin didn’t drop by to distract his thoughts.

Almost a week passed by before he saw her again. Days spent juggling between trying to figure out who the mysterious traceur was and understand why does he miss this girl so much when they barely even talked. And then she reappeared. As beautiful as ever, walking through the glass doors in front of the café.

His heart pounds against his chest, his lips go dry and his sweaty hands start shaking. Enough is enough. He doesn’t know what kind of dark magic this girl has on him but today is the day he’s gonna ask her out.

“Y/N!” As Ten opens his mouth to greet her, Taeyong comes from the back and goes around the counter. “Did you bring it?”

She nods and hands him an envelope.

“Ten,” he grabs his attention away from her, “I need to take 10. Get Y/N the usual, I’ll be right back.”

And just like that Taeyong is out the door before Ten can even reply. The girl goes to her regular table by the window but doesn’t pull out a book like she usually does. Actually she looks a bit nervous today. He hurries in finishing her order. The shop is almost empty so this is his chance.

“Here’s your latte.” He gently places the cup on the table.

“Thanks.” Her voice is quiet and eye contact is being carefully avoided.

“Are you ok?” Ten asks sitting down in the chair in front of her, but only gets a nod as she lowers her head. “I’m sorry if I’m being intrusive, I can go if you’d like.”

“That’s ok.” She softly says as she takes a sip of her drink.

Silence takes over the table as Ten builds up the courage to say what’s been on his mind.

“Look, I-” He clears his throat. “I don’t remember much from the other night but-”

She finally looks up at him. He almost chokes at the way her eyes shine and for the first time he notices the yellow greenish colour through the almond shape and how her pupils seem more narrow, almost like a cat-

He shakes his head and re-focuses.

“I had a few too many drinks at that party and I wish I had meet you in a different way, someway I’d actually remember, somewhere nice and quiet where I’d be sober and we could talk and get to know each other properly, and-” He stops as he watches the corner of her mouth curl up while he rambles. “What I’m trying to say is, can we start over?”

She tilts her head as if not understanding where he’s getting at.

“I mean, can we grab dinner sometime?” Ten widens his eyes at how abrupt this came out. “Or do something else you’d like. Doesn’t have to be dinner. Or we can do nothing at all. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this, I’m gonna go-”

“I’d love to have dinner with you, Ten.” He stops when she lays her hand on top of his over the table. Her touch feels familiar but he guesses the memory of that night still lingers on his skin.

“For real?” He just can’t believe it.

“Yes.” She chuckles. “Tomorrow night? I know you’re not working.”

“Hm, yeah, sounds great!” He tries to play cool but the happiness inside him is showing like a fish in clear water. “Should I pick you up?”

“How about we meet downtown at 7pm?” She quickly suggests.

“Sounds great!” Ten’s face is lit up with the biggest smile, matching the one on hers.

“Let’s just… Hm… Keep this from Taeyong, ok?” She gently asks. “He can be a bit too protective, you know?”

“Sure, I understand.” He agrees.

The sound of the bell on the front door interrupts the dreamy moment.

“Well I gotta go back to work.” He sighs never wanting to leave this table. “See you tomorrow then?”

“See you tomorrow.”

Heading for the register he glances back at her and the nervousness has been replaced with joy, warming his heart to know he has something to do with it.

In less than a minute, Taeyong comes back from his break and Ten breathes in relief that he won’t see them talking. He doesn’t like going behind his friend’s back but if that’s what he has to do to get a real opportunity with her, so be it.

7pm just couldn’t come fast enough. Ten kept pacing around the house wondering if she’d like his outfit, the way he styled his hair, even his perfume. Maybe he should’ve went for something different, but what if she likes him just the way he is? Wait, does she even like him at all or was she just being polite?

With a frustrated sigh he goes outside to feed the cats and take a breather from the worries in his head. Just hearing the food hitting the containers he placed outside his house, cats start coming from all places and that instantly puts a smile on his face.

But it feels like something is missing. Where’s the new pink collared kitten? Could it be that it found its way home? Well that would certainly make him happy.

Speaking of happy, Ten glances at his watch. It’s still not time but it will take him a while to get downtown so he decides to get going.

His steps match up with the beating of his heart and before he notices he reaches the town’s square. He takes out his phone and it’s still not the time they agreed to meet so he decides to go sit down by the fountain and wait.

But as he’s approaching he sees a familiar figure. Sitting right at the edge, lightly tapping the water with her hand. What is she doing? Ten quietly walks up to her not to startle her. What should he say?

Lost in his thoughts his eyes widen when she suddenly turns to him. A smile blossoms through her lips as she gets up, wiping her hand on her skirt.

“Hi Ten.” His name coming from her lips sounds like a sweet melody.

“Hi.” He clears his throat to shake away the nervousness. “I’m sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

“No that’s alright, I was too excited so I came a little earlier.” She shyly admits.

Ten chuckles realising he’s not the only one.

“You hungry?” She nods at his question. “Where should we go then?”

“Have you ever been there?” He follows the line of her delicate hand that points to what looks like a nice restaurant at the rooftop of one of the buildings around the square.

Noticing his amazed expression she surprisingly takes his hand leading him towards the entrance.

“You’re gonna love it, they’ve got amazing fish!” She licks her lips with a grin and he can’t even say a word, hypnotised by her energy.

The elevator that takes them all the way to the top seems to move slower than time as Ten looks down at her hand that still casually holds his. With his heart pounding off his chest they enter the restaurant following the waiter to a table facing the whole city. Their hands finally separate as they sit down. Grabbing the menu he analyses the dishes widening his eyes at the prices.

“Wow, I didn’t realise this place was so…” He trails off thinking maybe he shouldn’t say it.

“Expensive?” She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I got it.”

A thousand butterflies flutter on his stomach as she winks at him. But upon registering her words, Ten shakes his head.

“No, no, I can’t let you do that-”

“Y/N!” He’s interrupted by a male voice. “Didn’t know you were coming today!”

“Don’t be so excited to see me Yangyang!” She giggles with the waiter. “Oh, this is Ten.”

“You look familiar… Don’t you work with Taeyong at the coffee shop?”

“Hm yeah.” Ten tilts his head remembering seeing the other guy a few times at his work place with his coworker.

“I knew it.” Yangyang smiles. “I’m guessing Taeyong doesn’t know about this?”

“And perhaps we can keep it that way?” She makes the most adorable expression Ten has ever seen, her eyes big, round and sparkly like a kitten-

“How can I ever resist you?” Yangyang bops her nose making her date slightly jealous of the interaction. “The usual?”

She nods and they both look at Ten waiting for his order.

“I-I’ll have the same.” He answers not even knowing what it is.

“Sure thing.” Yangyang takes the menus and turns around before he looks back. “Just be careful ok?”

“I promise.” She bows as they watch him walk away. “Sorry about that, Yangyang is another cousin of ours.”

“Oh ok.” Ten sighs in relief. “Guess being protective over you runs in the family right?”

“You could say that.” They both chuckle.

Dinner is spent talking and laughing, getting to know each other and he slowly realises that the initial attraction with this girl wasn’t just physical, there really is something about her and the more he gets to know her the more he wants to be with her.

“You were right, the fish was amazing.” Ten smiles as they walk around the city after dinner.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He happily sighs, never getting enough of her smile. “That’s one of my favourite spots in town.”

“It’s an amazing place.” He agrees. “Maybe next time I can show you one of my favourite places.”

“I’d love that.” She lightly touches his arm sending shivers down his body. “It’s getting late, I should go before Taeyong starts calling wondering where I am.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Can I walk you home?”

“As much as I want that, I don’t think it’s a great idea. For now.” She grins.

“Right, sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Goodnight Ten.” She leans forward planting a kiss on his cheek before skipping her way home.

With his face heating up he lifts a hand to touch the spot she kissed.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Was this night even real?

The next day Ten is full on daydream mode, mind stuck in the previous night and a silly smile stuck to his face. He barely got any sleep but that didn’t leave him tired with the amount of happiness inside him.

“Someone is in a good mood.” Taeyong teases, pulling him out of dreamland.

“What can I say? Life is good man.” The younger keeps happily wiping the counter.

“Damn boy. And what is the reason for this happiness?” Taeyong scooches closer nudging his side.

“W-well, hm…” Clearing his throat, Ten tries to play it cool. ”Nothing in particular.”

“Oh c’mon, I thought we were friends!” Taeyong shakes his shoulders back and forward.

“We a-are.” Ten stutters looking at the other boy.

“So why are you keeping things from me? C’mon Ten, tell me!” Taeyong pouts but suddenly a thought comes to his head and he gasps. “Is this because of someone? Are you perhaps in love?”

“I-”

Ding.

Saved by the bell. Right that moment someone opens the door at the coffee shop and Ten sighs in relief of not needing to have this conversation, he doesn’t want to lie to his friend but it’s best not to tell the truth either, at least not now.

But as he looks to the door his heart flips inside his chest. It’s her, the person he’s been thinking about all day. Her smile is something he wishes to see everyday but he needs to remember where he is and who he’s with, Taeyong just can’t know.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Taeyong says as he walks from behind the counter.

“Yeah, I was around and decided to drop by.” She says, shy smile hanging on her lips matching Ten’s as he tries to keep doing his job.

“Oh alright. Do you-” Taeyong stops mid-sentence, face getting serious before he grabs her arm and pulls her closer. “You need to go home. Now.”

“W-what? Wait why?” She asks, her frame sinking under his intimidating glare, his eyes changing into something scary but in a protective way.

“I said now!” He demands, raising his voice.

Ten glances around the place and thank god it was a chill hour and nobody was in the café. He looks back at the girl who was panting and he could swear he saw her signature beret move but he didn’t pay attention to that, he was more concerned about what the hell was happening.

“O-ok.” Her voice was small as she breaks free from Taeyong’s grasp to run out the door.

“What was that?” Ten carefully questions, trying not to upset his friend even more.

“Nothing. I’m gonna do inventory.” Without even a glance Taeyong disappears into the back of the shop leaving a very confused Ten at the register.

For a week he didn’t see her. At first he was wondering if he had done something wrong on their date but that couldn’t be it, not from the way she behaved. It had to be because of whatever happened between the two cousins. But what was it?

He couldn’t even explain the hole in his heart. How can he miss someone this bad when they’ve only known each other for such a short amount of time? He didn’t even have his new friend to bring a smile to his face, the cute kitten hasn’t been coming around for a while too and, although he thought it might be because it finally found its way home, he was worried something bad could’ve happened.

Out of desperation from how much he missed her, he decides to go to the rooftop restaurant they had gone to together and try to get some answers from their other cousin, because asking Taeyong was definitely out of question.

“Ten!” A smily Yangyang greets him as he walks through the door. “How are you? Should I get you a table?”

“No, no. I’m ok. Hm… I actually came here to ask you a question.” He tries to go straight to the point.

“Sure, how can I help you?” Yangyang keeps his approachable expression.

“I haven’t seen Y/N in a while.” Ten can see the other’s face slowly closing. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen her recently? I don’t know if she’s mad at me for some reason, maybe I did something wrong and didn’t realise or maybe-” He cuts himself off noticing he’s rambling. “I’m just worried and I wanted to know if she’s ok.”

“Look…” The waiter places his hand on the other’s shoulder. “There’s not much I can say besides the fact that she’s alright, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Letting his head fall forward, Ten lets out a sigh.

“I can tell her you asked if you want.” Their eyes meet again. “It’s the only thing I can do.”

“Thank you.” Ten’s voice comes almost as a whisper.

“No problem.” Yangyang gives him a last smile before watching Ten walk to the elevators.

And then he waited. He waited night and day, for almost another week. He even took extra shifts at the coffee shop in hopes to see her around but nothing. His heart was slowly breaking as time went by. Why is everybody being so secretive about whatever is going on with her?

The poor barista sighs as he closes the shop late at night. The streets are empty and only the sounds of the city can be heard. He zips up his jacket, hands on his pockets and makes his way home.

Ten.

He turns his face from side to side in confusion. Did somebody just call him? But there’s no one around. Damn, is he that insane that he’s hearing voices now?

Ten.

Again. No, this can’t be just in his head. Looking around again he notices a pair of yellowish eyes coming from an alley. What the hell could that be? Maybe he should run away, but like the main character from every horror movie he walks closer instead.

Upon entering the dark alley he can trace a figure emerging from behind some trash cans. Maybe he should run right about now. But he doesn’t, something is pulling him towards whoever or whatever this is.

The mysterious figure reaches a place with a little bit more light and he squints his eyes trying to recognise it, only to be pleasantly surprised.

“Y/N?” Ten calls out to make sure his mind wasn’t playing any tricks.

“Hi.” Her soft voice echos in his ears like a song he hasn’t listened to in forever.

Out of instinct he steps closer trapping her in his embrace, feeling her warmth against his body and finally sighing in relief.

“Are you alright?” He breaks the hug grabbing her shoulders at arms length and looking deep into her eyes. “What happened? I was so worried.”

“Can we go for a walk?” She simply asks making him nod.

Only steps are heard as they walk into the streets of the suburban area. He’s not sure what to say and she’s not saying anything as well. But nevertheless, at least she’s here with him and that’s good enough for his heart.

Unknowingly they walk by a park and decide to sit down for a bit. The distance between them is painful but he wants to respect her space. Ten watches her as she looks at the starts in the sky, almost as if getting the thoughts organised in her head.

“Yangyang said you dropped by looking for me.” She finally speaks.

“I did…” He admits. “I’m sorry if I overstepped. I was just worried about you.”

“That’s ok. It’s good to know you care about me.” At last a smile brightens her face.

“I do care about you.” He reinforces. “A lot.”

“Why?” He widens his eyes at her question.

“Well… Honestly? I don’t know how to explain.” She turns to him, looking into his eyes but now it was his time to look away. “What I feel when I’m with you… It’s something I never felt before. It’s like you have this energy that pulls me in and I want to let myself be dragged into it. I know we haven’t met each other that long ago but sometimes it feels like I’ve known you all my life. Sorry, that was a bit too deep.”

“So you feel it too?” She interrupts his nervous laugh.

“What do you mean ‘too’?” He wonders out loud.

“There’s something I want to tell you.” He looks at her curiously. “But I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I’m…” She sighs before continuing. “I’m scared of getting hurt or hurting you. I’m scared I’ll screw things up. I’m scared of losing you.”

“Hey,” he slowly reaches for her hand that rests on the bench between them, “I’m not going anywhere, you can trust me with anything.”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkle under the moonlight making his heart beat faster than it was already before.

“Yes.” Ten brings out his most sincere smile.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” She glances to the side as if feeling like she’s being watched.

He blushes at the request, mentally slapping himself for the inappropriate thoughts. Following her steps they’re led right to his house. Taking her inside he gestures for her to sit on the couch. He now sits closer than before, eagerly waiting for the big reveal.

”I don’t even know where to start…” She mumbles.

“Take your time, I’m right here.” Ten reassures her, taking her hand again.

“Ok.” She takes a deep breath. “This might sound really cliché but… I’m not like other girls.”

“I know, you’re so much special.” He smiles.

“That’s a little more literal than you think…” She sighs.

“What do you mean?” Cocking his head to the side he gets confused.

“I’m… I’m a…” She starts to say.

“You’re a what?” He tries to help her.

“It’s better if I show you.” Removing her hand from his hold she slowly removes the beret from her head.

“Didn’t you wear those when we met?” He points to the fluffy cat ears emerging from between her locks.

“I did.” This does not clarify him as he hoped. “But I also wore them every time we met after that.”

“What do you mean? I never saw you with them after that night.” 

“Well I keep them hidden under the beret.” She looks down.

“Then why do you wear it if you’re hiding them?”

“Because I…” She bites her lip. “I can’t take them off.”

“You can’t take them off? How come?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“They’re part of me.” This time he’s 100% sure he saw one of the ears move.

“H-how?” Widening his eyes he points at it.

“There’s no easy way to say this so…” With eyes closed she takes a deep breath before looking at him. “Ten, I’m a werecat.”

“A were-what?” He slightly moves away from her.

“A werecat.” She lowers her head.

“What’s that?” He had never heard the term before.

“Well, you’re familiar with werewolves right? It’s basically the same thing but instead of wolfs we turn into cats-”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait…” Interrupting her, he gets up a takes a few steps back from the couch shaking his head. “Werewolves? What do you mean werewolves? They’re not real, they’re made up creatures from ancient tales, there’s no way-”

Noticing her broken expression he stops talking. If this was that hard for her to admit maybe there’s some truth to it.

“Unless… They’re real?” A questions he’s not sure he wants the answer to.

“There’s a lot of creatures out there that humans think aren’t real.” She adds.

“Like w-werecats?” He suggests.

“Like werecats.” She confirms.

“Ok, so… If you’re like a werewolf but turn into a cat instead, shouldn’t that only happen on full moons?” He walks to the window searching the starry sky only to find a crescent moon.

“That’s not everyone’s reality.” She explains. “If someone curses you to turn into a werecat yes, that’s the case. But not if you’re born like this.”

“Does that mean your parents are also…” It’s still unreal for him to say the word.

“My dad. Not my mom.”

“Is she human?” He curiously questions.

“Was.” From the sad expression on her face he gets the message.

“I’m so sorry.” He sits back down on the couch. “Was it recent?”

“No, she passed away when she gave birth to me.” Her face hangs low as she explains. “Bearing an un-human child was too much for her fragile body so she didn’t resist. Her family always blamed my dad for what happened, for taking her away from them, marking her and stealing her life. But that’s not true!”

She looks at him with tears in her eyes and he feels a pain in his chest, like all her feelings were running through his veins as if he lived everything himself.

“My dad used to tell me wonderful stories of how they met and how he always knew she was the one.” A weak smile breaks between her wet cheeks. “From the moment he saw her, he felt like he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. When born a werecat you are able to decide when you turn but with her he just couldn’t control it.”

Ten notices her ear twitch and then he remembers what she said earlier. ‘But I also wore them every time we met after that.’

“My dad shot his shot and confessed to my mom.” She continues. “He explained everything about being a werecat and then he told her how he felt.”

‘There’s something I want to tell you.’

‘Ten, I’m a werecat.’

“And just like fate she always felt something special for him too, so they decided to give it a chance.”

‘I know we haven’t met each other that long ago but sometimes it feels like I’ve known you all my life.’

”They were so happy the time they were together, even if they had to run away from my mom’s family. When they found out they were expecting me it was just another validation of their love but… Things got complicated. Her family not only blames my father for her death but they blame me too. Since that day they’ve hunted us down wherever we went. He managed to run away with me for a long time but it was getting harder and harder so he found a pack willing to hide and protect me as he… He… He took the fall for us. For me.”

Sinking her face into her hands she breaks down.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.” Ten slowly moves closer caressing her back with his hand, as tears form in his eyes.

“Taeyong and Yangyang are not my real cousins. They’re part of the pack.” She wipes her cheeks with her sleeve. “Loyalty is very important to us and that’s why they’re so protective.”

“So Taeyong is a werecat too?” He quickly realises.

“Ah…” She bites her lip having spoiled his secret too. “Yes…”

“I won’t say anything, don’t worry.” He promises. “But now that I think of it, does this have something to do with what happened the other day at the coffee shop?”

“Oh that…” She sighs. “Twice a year female werecats go into heat, that lasts about a week, and I apparently entered mine without realising.”

“Heat?” He asks confused, making her chuckle.

“It’s our fertile period.” Looking away from him she starts explaining. “During that time we have a different smell humans can’t detect, but male werecats feel an uncontrollable desire to mate, so we usually go into hiding to avoid it.”

“That explains a lot.” He leans his back against the couch.

“And during that time I did a lot of thinking.” She turns to him.

“About what?”

“About you. About us.” He gulps. “Ten, the way my dad felt about my mom… That’s how I feel about you.”

Not a second later his lips crash against hers. It’s a sweet innocent kiss that she slowly reciprocates as she relaxes under his touch.

“I want to be with you.” He whispers as their lips part. “I know it’s not going to be easy, there’s a lot a need to understand about you and your world but I’m willing to do it because days are unbearable if I don’t see you.”

“Are you sure?” Tears wheel up on her eyes.

“I was never so sure about anything in my life.”

From that day on, the two started to secretly date. Ten searched everything there was on the internet about werecats, even stumbling on some fictional stories that brought heat to his cheeks and made him abruptly close his laptop. Unfortunately he doesn’t remember enough from the first night they spent together to know if any of this is true and it would be too embarrassing to ask her, but the memory of the scratch marks on his back give him a faint clue.

The biggest mission was hiding everything from Taeyong. It’s hard to stop the smile whenever she walks into the coffee shop or slow the beating of his heart when their fingers touch as he hands her the latte he always prepares for her. And he could also see how her beret keeps moving when they meet, recalling the beautiful set of ears she has underneath and the tail that threatens to peek under her skirt.

But luckily Taeyong doesn’t seem to notice anything. Not even when she sneaks up for their late night dates or when Ten offers to close the shop alone so they can meet once Taeyong has gone home. So luckily no friendship was being compromised by their relationship. At least not yet.

“Sorry for this, I really don’t know what’s happening with that computer.” Taeyong sighs.

“No problem at all.” Ten smiles as he tries to get rid of whatever virus got into his friend’s laptop.

Taeyong gets up and walks around Ten’s living room waiting for him to do his magic.

“Hey, what’s this?” He grabs a piece of paper from a desk and his face drops into a frown.

“Oh, that kitten showed up a few weeks ago and it had a collar so I was trying to see if the owner would step up but it hasn’t been coming around for a while so I guess it found it’s way home-” Ten starts explaining but stops as the other fleds through the door, flyer crumbled in his hand, leaving his things behind. “Wait up, where are you going?”

Taeyong keeps pacing down the street without replying to his co-worker that chases after him. But as they turn the corner, a familiar face appears.

“What the hell is this?” Taeyong’s scary voice makes a come back as he almost shoves the ‘Missing Cat’ sign on her face.

“How-” She tries to ask but he cuts her off again.

“What are you doing, Y/N? Why is Ten hanging these flyers?” Taeyong got closer and closer and she felt so small under his figure.

“I always t-took them down so nobody would see. Taeyong, I can e-explain…” She stutters.

“How can you explain this?” He lets out a frustrated laugh. “Does he know about you?”

“K-kinda off…” She murmurs.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re insane!” He grabs her shoulder making her whimper as the pendant on her necklace hits her chest. “Might as well just yell to the world who you are!”

Then the pieces connect in Ten’s head. The pink necklace with the heart pendant. He knew he had seen it before, he just never thought it wouldn’t be in a person but in a cat. She is the kitten that showed up in his house that he’s been trying to help find its way home. And she’s also the saboteur who kept taking the posters down. 

“It’s not like that, Ten’s different.” She explains while trying to break free of Taeyong’s grip.

“What?” He yells. “What the hell is going on between you two?”

“We’re in love.” Ten finally steps forward having been quiet through the whole discussion.

Her eyes widen at his words. They had never clarified the feeling before but it just feels so right coming from his lips. She knows he’s right. But then again Taeyong is right there and he shouldn’t know.

“You’re what?” Taeyong glares at his friend as he furrows his brows. “Look man, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I do.” Ten steps closer with firm words. “I’m in love with Y/N and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Listen friend,” Taeyong emphasises the word as he points his finger to him, “you don’t know what you’re getting into. Just forget about her.”

“I can’t.” Ten insists. “I’m too hooked.”

“This is unbelievable…” Taeyong mutters before turning back to his cousin. “Why do you want to ruin his life like this? You’re just gonna get you both hurt. And the pack.”

“I’m sorry…” She apologises between tears before turning around and running back to where she came from.

“Y/N, wait!” Ten tries to chase her but is stopped by Taeyong.

“Forget about all this. You two can never be together.”

“No, I can’t accept that.” Brushing the boy out of his way, Ten runs after her, not sure where to go but he needs to find her.

He searches the whole town but no luck, she’s nowhere to be found. Defeated he goes back home to find Taeyong’s things gone, he must have come back to get them while he was desperately looking for his girlfriend. Laying flat in bed, Ten recalls the crazy afternoon as the darkness of the night shadows his mind.

The next day he goes to his shift but there’s no sign of Taeyong. ‘He quit this morning’, their manager tells him as he had to cover the shift himself due to the short notice.

When the clock marks his off hour he rushes through the door focused on going to Taeyong’s place but then he remembers he never knew where the boy lived. How did he never suspect his friend’s secretive behaviour?

Texting everybody they know, Ten tries hard to find out the address but no one seems to have that information. Groaning in despair, he thinks to give up but then an idea pops up in his head. 

He runs as fast as he can, taking a deep breath as the elevator ascends. His eyes search the room but unfortunately they don’t find the one he’s looking for.

“Excuse me,” he approaches a waiter, “I’m looking for someone who works here. Yangyang, that’s his name.”

“Oh, unfortunately YangYang stopped working here this morning.” The man explains with a sad look on his face. “A terrible loss for the restaurant, he was a great colleague.”

“I see…” Ten almost whispers, but he needs to know why. “Did he perhaps gave a reason for leaving? I mean, he looked like he loved working here.”

“Well,” luckily his excuse for asking is enough for the man to talk, “apparently he and his family moved to a different city. Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said this, I don’t even know who you are.”

“I’m sorry to bother.” Trying hard to hold his tears, Ten exits the building.

Luckily that waiter had a big mouth and he finally knows what happened but the answer was not what he wanted. A mix of feelings build up inside him and he feels like he’s going to explode at any minute. What can he do now? How can he find them? All their phones are turned off and he has no idea where they went.

Minutes feel like hours, days feel like weeks. Ten finds himself locked in his house, not knowing how to deal with this excruciating pain he’s been feeling. He only leaves for work but even there he can’t bring the bright personality the clients love to see so he gets put on the back of the coffee shop with a threat to get fired if he doesn’t snap out of it.

It’s been weeks since he last saw her and the worst thing is that he didn’t even have an opportunity to say goodbye. Or to take her hand and run away from everything together.

Another sleepless night haunts him as he no longer has tears left to cry. But suddenly he hears a tap on the window. Turning his head his jaw drops as he rushes to open it and let the kitten he hasn't seen for weeks inside. As it jumps into the house it slowly morphs into her, the one he misses the most. Blinking rapidly he almost can't believe his eyes, he had never seen her transform like this.

"Hi." She timidly greets after dusting off her clothes with her hands.

"It's you." He whispers before pulling her into his embrace. "I missed you so much it hurt.”

"I know, I felt it too." She murmurs into the crook of his neck.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He pulls away to admire the face he kept dreaming of.

"That was the plan. But I couldn't do it.” She sighs. “I'm so weak when it comes to you. I... I didn't get a chance to say it at the time but... I love you too, Ten. So, so much.”

"Please tell me there's a way we can be together." He pleas looking deep into her eyes as he searches for a trace of hope.

"There is…” She steps back from his embrace, gaze on the floor. ”But it's irreversible, I need to know this is really what you want." 

"I'll say it as many times as I have to.” He walks to her taking her hand. “I can no longer picture my life without you, these weeks destroyed my soul. Y/N, tell me what I have to do and I'll do it."

"Are you sure?” Her eyes sparkle as she looks back at him.

“Please." He begs.

“There’s this thing that can immortalise the bond we have.” She moves to stand by the window she came in, now closed. “Marking and-”

“Mating.” He finishes her sentence. “I read about it. We mark each other and then we mate. Does it work with humans too?”

“It does if there’s a full moon.”

Looking outside they both stare and the round bright moon shinning through the darkness of the sky. He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“What are we waiting for?” He whispers. “It’s not like we never mated before.”

“Ten!” She giggles feeling her cheeks burn up.

“I know consent is important for this,” he turns her around in his arms to face him, “so I’m telling you now. I want this. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Forever.”

“I want that too.”

Lips join in a passionate kiss as bodies guide themselves into the bedroom. Ten’s shirt comes off on the way as well as her cardigan that reveals her bare shoulders. He sits down in the mattress pulling her to his lap and giving her a last peck before separating their mouths to look into her eyes.

“Ready?” She examines his face.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He smiles.

“This is going to sting a bit but you have to stay still ok?” He nods taking a deep breath. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She opens her mouth leaving Ten mesmerised by her long sharp canines that quickly move to pierce the skin on his shoulder. A loud groan his heard as he grips her waist trying to ignore the pain that doesn’t compare to anything he ever felt before.

Quickly his head feels lightweight, like he’s about to pass out, until a sudden rush of energy runs through his veins making the flesh of her exposed shoulder that’s so near his face look so desirable. As if by animal instinct he too opens his mouth to take a bite, making her moan into his skin.

After what felt like ages, their mouths finally detach from each others bodies leaving a reddish mark behind. They look into each others eyes before succumbing into their most deep desires as they move on to the next part of the plan.

Memories of their first night together finally come back to Ten’s head as they move in sync, but this time with a special flavour making it seem like this moment was always destined. Later that night their tired sweaty figures cuddle agains each other as they drift to a well deserved sleep.

The first rays of sunshine in the morning awaken him into a new reality. A smile breaks through his face as the first thing he sees is her. He gently pets her hair and almost melts at the purrs she lets out.

His eyes then drift to her shoulder where a beautiful mark shines though her skin resembling a flower blossoming from her. Carefully he looks at his own shoulder tracing with his fingers the same design that is now embedded on him forever.

Loud bangs on the front door abruptly disturb the peaceful morning and wake up the feline that was still sleeping.

“Open up, Ten! I know she’s in there!” The lovers exchange a look as a familiar voice is heard.

“Please don’t open.” The girl begs tugging on Ten’s arm as he starts to get up.

“He’s gonna break the door and the neighbours will call the police, I have to.” He explains grabbing some clothes off the floor to cover his naked body. “Look, it’s gonna be ok, will get through this. Together.”

Ten kisses the mark on her shoulder before heading to the door. She grabs his top sheet wrapping it around her body before following him through the house as the banging continues.

“Where is she?” Taeyong pushes past Ten almost throwing him to the floor but stops a few steps inside.

He sniffles the air and something smells different. That’s when he sees his cousin and notices the shiny mark on her shoulder.

“You went through with it?” He calmly says contrasting with the angry state he was in just moments ago.

“I’m sorry Taeyong, but if this doesn’t show you how much we mean to each other I don’t know what will.” She tries to make him understand what she has been attempting to tell him since they left the city.

“Maybe I still don’t fully know what I’m getting into,” Ten stands next to his soulmate, “but I’ll spend the rest of my days figuring it out. By her side.”

Taeyong stays quiet leaving the couple wondering what’s going to happen next. But unexpectedly he steps forward and hugs the one who had always been his friend and now became something more.

“I’m sorry for being such an ass.” Taeyong smiles. “Welcome to the family.”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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[pompomegranate]

curiosity

fandom | nanatsu no taizai

pairing | ban x reader

word count | 2.6k

warnings | 18+. smut. dirty talk. denial. minors dni.

a/n | so there isn't a lot of rhyme or reason to this i just wanted to imagine the possibility of ban's thot days pre-elaine :/ i just know that [REDACTED] is big and i wanted to write about it <3 this isn't heavily proofread and i haven't written an "x reader" fic before so be gentle pls (also kudos are appreciated)!!

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You were curious. Maybe a bit too curious.

You’d heard the infamous Bandit Ban was back in town after a successful quest – no one really knew when he was leaving and when he was coming back.

He was like a stray cat in that way. All roaming, no settling, sitting down just long enough to get fed and take a nap before he was off again.

And as you eye him across the parlor, arms stretching behind his head, legs splaying out lazily, he looks cat-like too.

All sleek limbs and a nonchalant look, like he’d rather be anywhere else.

A couple drinks later, the cat-like look dissolves into one of a milk-drunk one, all blushing cheeks and a relaxed stance.

But his eyes… his eyes are the same. Bright and calculated and precise.

And cat-like.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you realize he’s staring right through you.

And you’re curious. So goddamn curious.

His lips upturn into a smirk, one that has your thighs clenching, and he knows this. He can tell exactly what you’re thinking.

You turn back to your drink and take a sip, trying not to crack under his lazer sharp gaze.

When you look back… he’s tipping back his mug, no doubt lapping up the last drops of ale.

He slams the mug down with a bit too much force, startling the bartender, who quickly tops him up.

Ban’s tongue darts out to lap up the foam clinging to his lips, getting it all in one firm swipe.

You can’t help but wonder just how long it is as it stretches around his mouth.

He knows you’re staring now, but you can’t seem to think about anything but the lazy grin spreading across lips long enough to care that he’s found you out.

He breaks first, turning to speak to the bartender.

You take your chance to stand up and head for the door, heart racing like never before. You saw Bandit Ban. You stared at him and he caught you and… you weren’t scared.

He’d been painted out to be this horrifically scary guy with a ruthless attitude and a murderous stare, but he wasn’t any of that.

He was gorgeous – oozing with sex appeal. With confidence. Like there was no doubt in the world that he could bag any person in every room.

You make it outside and the air is cool on your cheeks, warm from the ale you’ve been sipping on. Or maybe it was Ban – you couldn’t tell.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a shitty bar like this?” A voice calls from behind you – above you.

You turn, expecting to hurl an insult at a drunken idiot, but instead are met with him. All six – seven? – feet of him.

You barely stifle your gasp of surprise as you crane your neck up to look at him.

He’s leaning against the railing, thigh perched on it, arms crossed in a laid back gesture.

His face twists into a grin the second your eyes meet his.

“I was just leaving,” you blurt, already blowing it.

“Oh, were you? Assumed you were stickin’ around,” he teases, quirking a brow.

You realize that you left the bar with a half full mug.

“Stealing’s punishable by law, ya know,” Ban says, leaning forward to tower over you.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to – I promise –” you stutter, holding the mug out to him apologetically.

“Like I’d take the word of a stranger,” he laughs, snatching the mug from your hands and tipping it back.

You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs with effort, stray droplets of ale streaking out the corners of his mouth. He quickly catches them with his tongue, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth, sighing with relief.

“Best fuckin’ ale I’ve ever tasted.”

You nod, chewing your lip. “I’ve never had anything like it.”

“Once you’ve got a taste –” he says, leaning forward again, crowding your space, his face getting closer and closer, “– You’ll never be satisfied again.”

You find yourself struggling to stand upright. Is he still talking about ale?

“Let’s cut to the chase, stranger. I saw you starin’ at me back in there. You want me or not?” The lazy smirk appears again, his cheeks flushed from drinking.

He’s not even trying and he’s got you seriously considering sprinting towards his bedroom.

You aren’t able to form words. He’s so… forward. And enticing. God, he’s so fucking enticing.

Your hands are trembling, so you clasp them in front of you. He takes note of this, his expression faltering just a bit.

You’re not scared of him by any means. He just makes you nervous.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he murmurs, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck almost… awkwardly? “You gonna get home okay? S’almost dark out.”

“Yes,” you say, finally, mustering up the courage to answer.

He looks confused, but then it dawns on him after he realizes what it took for you to accept his offer.

“My place is right around the corner. C’mon,” he says, and then his hand is hovering over the small of your back and you’re heading to Ban’s place like it’s any other week and not the wildest thing that’s ever happened to you.

His room is cozy, but bare, not many remnants of who he is or what he enjoys decorating the room (besides the empty alcohol jugs neatly lining the top of the beat up wardrobe).

His mattress is in the corner of the room, blanket and pillow strewn about messily.

“I’d say sorry for not making the bed but we’re just gonna ruin it anyways,” he laughs, kicking his shoes off, urging you to do the same.

And then he closes the gap between you.

He’s slipping his arms around you, one hand curling around your waist and the other hand cupping your chin, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

And you oblige, moving your lips in tandem with his, sighing as his tongue gently begs for your lips to part.

The kiss is growing heated, so you take the opportunity to let your hands roam, stroking down the front of his shirt, feeling the hard ridges underneath.

He groans into your mouth as you run your hands towards his waistline, catching your lip between his teeth hungrily.

You slip your hand into his pants, palming him gently.

Growling, he runs his hands all over you, grabbing and kneading every inch of skin he can get his hands on.

You continue to work him, sighing when his lips are on your neck, suckling at the tender skin there, his sharp teeth grazing your skin.

“Ban,” you breathe as he slips your dress over your head leaving you nearly naked, your underwear the only thing clothing you.

He grabs you underneath your ass and flings you over your shoulder, chuckling at the way you gasp in surprise.

“Put me down!”

“Alright,” he says, and tosses you unceremoniously onto the bed.

And then you realize you’re nearly bare, on your back, in Bandit Ban’s home (in his bed), completely at his mercy.

He seems to know this, and he’s absolutely reveling in this power.

He grins down at you, eyeing every peak and curve on your body. He reaches back to tear his shirt off, and then his pants, not even stopping to give you a show.

But honestly? It doesn’t even matter, because when he’s done, he’s breathtaking.

Ban’s just a mile of solid, marbled muscle and sex appeal and he knows it.

He crawls towards you, settling in between your thighs. You watch as he hooks a thumb into your underwear and pulls it to the side before sitting back to admire you.

“Such a pretty, pretty pussy. Can’t wait to make a mess of you,” he winks, grinning, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss on your folds, just sloppy enough that you can’t help but relax your hips even more, opening for him.

He licks a long, firm swipe all the way from the bottom to the top, the tip of it never leaving you. He swirls the tip of his tongue against your clit, the short strokes ripping an involuntary moan from you.

You’re sighing his name and a string of expletives, and it only encourages him to do exactly what he’s doing at an even more relentless pace, his hand splaying on your inner thigh to keep you tightly firmly in place.

He’s not letting you go anywhere – you can’t curl into yourself or bend away as he sucks your clit into his mouth and slowly inches a finger from his free hand into you.

Your hands fist the blanket when he begins to pump his finger, adding another one just as slowly, a complete contrast to the speed of his mouth.

You begin to twitch, feeling yourself climbing closer and closer to your release and you try to clench your thighs but you feel his hand shift up your thighs. He lays his forearm across your lower stomach, anchoring you in place.

He pulls back just for a minute to smirk at you, continuing to work his hand.

“Oh, nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere, baby,” he all but purrs, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit, flashing a grin at you when you jolt at his touch.

“Lemme hear you,” he says, picking up speed, his fingers curling inside of you.

“Please, Ban – oh, fuck –” Your hips are bucking to keep up with his movements now, and you feel yourself pulsing around him and you’re so close and –

He stops his movements, pulling his hand away.

You make a frustrated sound, one that amuses the hell out of him. He just laughs, kissing your inner thigh and tugging your underwear the rest of the way down, flinging it across the room.

“Quit your whining, sweetheart. I promise it’s better the longer I make you wait,” he says, standing, beginning to lazily pump himself in front of you and you can’t help but watch.

You knew before meeting the infamous Ban that he was a skyscraper with a chiseled build, and assumed he had the cock to match – but seeing it in person was a different story.

“You like what you see?” He says under his breath, rolling his hand around his tip.

You nod, completely at a loss for words.

“C’mere,” he says, leaning down to kiss you and he smiles when he feels your hand instinctively reach for his shaft. “Eager, are we?”

“How do you want it? I’m lettin’ you pick the speed of this ride, babe,” he murmurs against your ear, hand running through your hair.

“If you’re not sure you can always take me for a test drive,” he chuckles, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

You nod furiously, and before you know it he’s flipped you and you’re on top, straddling him, just the slightest bit of friction, just enough to make your breath hitch.

He grips your hips, thumb settling into the crease where they meet your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

“Spit for me,” he says, holding a hand under your mouth. When you do, he reaches between the two of you, pumping himself with that hand, lazily swiping what’s left over your lips.

Ban watches your face (really watches your lips) as he presses into you, and you’re already sinking your teeth into your bottom lip with the first inch and he’s absolutely eating it up.

His hands resume his place at your hips, ever so gently training you farther down, letting you adjust to each inch of him.

“Shit…” He says, watching your face contort. “You feel so fucking good.”

He bottoms out inside of you, and you can’t help but dig your nails into his chest where you’ve been resting your palms to anchor yourself.

You begin to move slowly, agonizingly, and he’s already got you clenching your thighs, but the second he bucks his own hips, you’re a goner.

You roll your hips in time with his own, the pinch of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips a welcome sensation.

Your moans fill the room, Ban’s pants just as loud, his eyes trained on your face like your own pleasure was enough to get him off.

“Faster,” you mutter, breathless, barely able to get a command out.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, bending his knees so he can pump up into you.

You all but go limp at the new pace, unable to help yourself from buckling, leaning forward until your chest was pressed against his.

He cranes his neck so he can speak directly into your ear, broken praises scattered between gasps. “You’re so – fucking good for me… You’re taking me – so well.”

You groan in response at his filthy mouth, still mumbling words of encouragement as he fucks up into you, his pace relentless and so good.

You take this as a sign to lean back and regain some control, palms flat against his front as you grind your hips as fast as you can manage, revelling in the way his eyes roll back and he grips your hips tighter, tighter –

He slows his own pace, letting you set it, the delicious, triumphant feeling of making him moan beneath you egging you on to move faster.

The confidence and looseness you felt from the mug of ale is long gone, replaced with Ban’s loud groans – you feel like you could conquer the world.

Ban is a writhing mess underneath you, brow slick with sweat, mouth forming around the most foul words (cushioned with praise, of course).

“Fuck – fuck – slow down, I’m gonna –” He takes a hand away from your thigh and rubs firm circles on your clit, trying to catch you up to him.

“Oh my god, yes –” your words come out garbled as you ride his cock and his fingers.

He sits up slowly, turning so his legs are planted on the ground, hand never leaving your clit.

When his other hand finally leaves your hips, he’s grabbing your tit and capturing your nipple between his teeth, suckling until it stings.

That sends you over the edge – your hips stutter just as his movements become erratic, and you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him deeply, passionately until you both ride it out.

He flops back onto the bed, laughing when you yelp at the unexpected fall. You roll off on him but stay snuggled against him.

He speaks first.

“Fuck, that was good.”

You giggle, covering your face with your hands. “Says you. You were incredible.”

He shrugs, standing to stretch.

“Ya know, I wouldn’t mind taking you for a spin a couple of times,” he jokes, retrieving his shirt from the floor.

“I gotta head out to do some things. You gonna head out?”

You bite your lip, a little upset that it was over so quickly. Yeah, you were satiated but… was one time enough?

You don’t answer, and he doesn’t say anything more until he’s fully clothed, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to go just yet, stranger. No rush. I wouldn’t mind another round after I get back,” he winks, grabbing the handle of the door.

You nod furiously, grabbing the nearest pillow to cover your body as he flings the door open.

“See ya soon for round two,” he says, giving a single wave before shutting the door.

You fall back against the covers again, your eyes heavy from being completely spent. The haze of sleep quickly overtakes you, and thoughts of Ban swirl around your mind until your breathing evens out.

[sannieworldeu]

Mine Now - P. SH (OneShot)

Genre: Angst,Fluff

Pairing: Park Seonghwa X Fem! Reader 

Word Counts: 5.4k!

Warning: Lots of cussing and interrupting;)

a/n: I didn’t really go back and revised it so I apologize if there are any grammar and punctuation errors.

(Summary-ish)

Seonghwa and you have been close friends since elementary school. Little did you know, seonghwa has developed a little crush on you since middle school but you just kind of ignored it. You weren’t ready for a relationship and so even if you were to have one, seonghwa was out of your list or maybe never to begin with because you can’t see him as any other than a good friend.

It’s like he became a simp for you, that’s what your other friends have been telling you. You just shrug it off and act like nothing happened. You didn’t really take Seonghwa’s feelings seriously until one day……

-Present day-

First day of freshman year coming to high school you didn’t expect to see the first person that caught your attention. It was like love at first sight. The dimple on his face when he smiles, laughs, those bubbly eyes when he looks at the stray cats feeding and petting them, and even helping people out such as old man and woman crossing across the street. He is so perfect!

But! Too perfect to the point where you feel like he deserves someone else who is better than you but no thank you, your heart doesn’t want to accept it.

And so it’s been three years now you have not told anyone about it or even thought of confessing your feelings for him.

However, on the other hand that day since both of you guys bumped into each other outside of your classroom door, he’s been talking to you lately.

His name is Yu Jaeyoon.

“I'm sorry.” Both of you guys apologized. Honestly, he’s been asking you lots of questions lately like he’s suddenly into you or so you thought.

“What’s your favorite food? Ice cream flavors? Colors? Makeup brand? (Lastly) flowers?” Nevertheless, all of those questions always end up talking about, “What about Minju? What’s her favorite?” Your girl-friend who is always being mentioned in your guys conversation which would kind of throw you off but you just shook it off.

At the time, you didn’t really care because being able to hang out with him already makes your day brighter.

Until one day Jaeyoon asked to take you out for dinner because he wanted to tell you something important.

You agreed to it, without hesitating.

“Why did you agree to go with that fried fish face looking? I’m coming with you no matter what Y/n. I feel like something fishy is gonna happen.” Seonghwa, your annoying childhood best friend that you once friend zone long ago said as he whined at you.

You can see his eyebrow frowning like an angry bird.

“Stop whining and complaining. You're not my boyfriend and you’re not coming. Yunho and Jongho, hold him down on Saturday right at 3:30 pm you guys got it?” You said with a feisty look, forcing them to make sure they answered what you wanted to hear.

“Uh-uhm..sure if we can hold him down at that time.” Yunho cleared his throat while Jaeyoon was making his way to your guy's classroom.

“I brought you some strawberry milk, I don’t know if you will like it.” Your whole face lit up and gave him a smile.

“You didn’t need to but thank you, it is my favorite drink.” You grabbed it from him and was about to open it just as he started talking again. You stopped and looked at him.

“Can you also pass this to Minju too?” He asks while pushing the carton milk at you, smiling awkwardly.

“Yeah of course!” But inside you kept wondering why? Why is it always Minju? Does he like her after all?

“It’s just that my friend is too shy to give it to her, so I’m handing it to you. Please enjoy it!” He left without even looking back at you.

Just when someone shouted in the hallways, “THERE IS AN UPCOMING PARTY FOR THE SENIORS IN THE NEXT THREE DAYS! GET READY!!!” That person zooms like the flash but everytime there is an announcement all of the students including you have a bigger and clearer ear for that.

Sitting there feeling dumbfounded, “Y/n, why does Jaeyoon always ask you to pass it to Minju? What if he likes her after all?” San said as you started to consider the feeling of it.

“But he says that it’s from someone else so…” you try to lie to yourself and keep on going even when it is bothering you.

“If he ever plays with you, I’m not going to hold back,” Seonghwa said as you looked at him. “Why are you always all up in my business? Tsk!” You let out a sigh but gasp when Seonghwa’s face came closer to yours within seconds.

“Why can’t I? I told you already that I like you…when will you look at me??” His pink lips started pouting as you slowly looked at him.

But Seonghwa being himself once again snapped back at you, “You’re going to the party right? Yeah, you’re my partner now.” He was answering his own question without even listening to yours as he was still smiling lovey dovey at you.

Looking up to see his big boba sparkling eyes, for once in your whole lifetime you felt your heart beating a little faster when you saw how cute and pretty his eyes were.

“I know right, I’m that mesmerizing.” His hands traveled up to make a pose being cocky and smirking at you when you finally came back to reality. “Tch, keep on dreaming.” You stood up and left your classroom to Minju’s and gave her the strawberry milk.

“Woah, did you really buy this for me?” Minju asked, smiling at you. “No, of course not you know how broke I am. It was someone else.” Yes, the guy that you like. The one that you treasure.

“Anyways, you are coming to the party right? I’m going so you have to go.” She said, “I don’t know, I’m kind of tired and I want to just lay down on my bed on Sunday so nope I’m not going.”

“Oh come on, it’s one of the biggest hosts in the city. It’s gonna be a memorable night for us and by the way, Jaeyoon is going.” She added. Your heart started beating as she mentioned his name. Jaeyoon going to the senior party? Maybe this is a chance for you to finally confess to him….?

Saturday at 3:00 PM

Finally it has reached the time where Jaeyoon and you were going to go eat out.

“Stop peeking up so much seonghwa, you’re gonna make her know that you are stalking her.” Hongjoong grab his shoulder and pulled him down as Seonghwa’s lip started pouting.

“ *sighs*Why am I even here? It’s not like she will finally look at me as a man. Let’s just go.” Seonghwa insisted but Hongjoong held his hand. “Wait! Look.”

“Will you go to the party with me?” Jaeyoon asked you. Your heart started to beat again, faster than usual. Never in your life has your heart pounded this much.

“Y-yes-“Okay, bring Minju too.” Jaeyoon said as your eyes widened and furrowed your eyebrow. “She is coming. Why?” You asked with a confused look. “Because I’m too scared to go alone by myself, I have been keeping a secret from everyone and you since the day I entered this high school.” He said, whispering it to your ears.

“Oh hell no, why is he coming closer to her? That’s it, I’m barging in!” Seonghwa stood up as Hongjoong pulled him down again.

“What is it?” You asked.

‘Maybe…he will confess to me?’ You thought to yourself.

“I like-“Back off if you don’t want this smoke. Why do you two keep getting closer and closer?” Seonghwa asked, cutting into your guy's conversation when Jaeyoon was about to confess something important.

“Are you serious seonghwa? You’re stalking me? Do you really like me that much?” You asked with anger boiling inside you.

As much as you like him as a friend, it felt like he was so clingy.

Jaeyoon’s phone started ringing so he answered, “Alright I gotta go, my mom is calling me. That was a nice lunch!” He was about to leave but he patted your head and whispered, “See you at the party.” Nothing could have been happier than this right now. It was like fire inside you.

“Ma’am, please give me a cup of ice.” You yelled out loud as seonghwa furrow his eyebrow and gave you a look with a “what the fuck..?” Face.

“What?” You asked. “You let him pat you on the head but when it’s me you would fling your arms all over at me.” Seonghwa said, pouting his lip again and left as Hongjoong was there by your side chuckling awkwardly looking at you.!

“Please consider Seonghwa’s feelings this time even if you think it’s a joke, from my point of view I have seen how much he has been taking care of you. But I’m not forcing you to do that. Please make your decision.” Hongjoong said and went out to follow seonghwa.

[Friday, two days left before the senior party]

“Okay class I’m going to pair you guys up for this new project that I have been wanting to see what you guys are going to share. First of all, no one is going to come and ask me “can I change-blah blah blah”{imitating voice} this and that. You are going to be together and sit with them for the next week so get ready and let’s start.” The teacher said while getting her paper that she randomly chose the student to pair up.

“Hopefully I get her..”

“I want Wooyoung.”

“Seonghwa oppa, please be with me.”

“I better get a smart person, if not imma lose my brain cells even more.”

“Wait, what are we doing?”

Many of the students were talking but inside of your thought was just Jaeyoon and you going to the party.

However, looking up to see Minju you came back to reality because he also wanted Minju to come too.

“Wooyoung and Yunho. San and Jongho. Hongjoong and Yuna. Hyeri and Taehyun. Seonghwa and Y/n-''wait what!” You doubted yourself and thought twice whether you heard it correctly or not and looked at Seonghwa.

Usually, he’s be happy and excited as fuck but he was looking away staring at the window. “Hmmmhh…That’s weird…? Is he daydreaming again?” You thought to yourself.

Your POV

Class has ended and the teacher left, it was finally break time. Looking at my side, seeing seonghwa sleeping and resting his head on top of his arms.

Someone then opens up the window as the wind breeze inside flows directly at Seonghwa’s face. “Damn, how is your eye so big?” You started taking a good look at him, observing him up and down at his soft lips. You gulp.

“Oh what the fuck? What is this feeling? He looks kind of good..today. Have I never looked at him this long..?” You thought inside of your head and began to move closer to his face.

“Shit, this is the definition of ethereal.” You whispered.

“Huh..?Ethereal?” Seonghwa opened his eyes slowly, suddenly everything slow the fuck down for a moment. For you.

For you to finally realize that he is pretty good looking. You have to admit that yourself.

“What?” He asked and made eye contact with you and for the very first time in your life, your heart skipped a beat from Seonghwa’s presence.

“H-huh? Oh, nothing..!” You immediately turned away and looked out the window as he came closer behind you. “Are you sure it’s nothing?” He whispered into my ears.

I slowly turned to look at him and said, “stop with your trap. It will never work on me.” I lightly pushed him away and went to the school store to buy some drinks.

“Hey, y/n-ah!” Jaeyoon waves at me as I look up at him and smile. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “To buy some drinks.”

“Here, take this one I already boug-''No thank you. The teacher wanted y/n and I to the office so bye-bye.” Seonghwa grabbed your arm as he kind of went up Jaeyoon's face and waved his hand with a smile.

“What are you looking at? Tch, I told you that I am that mesmerizing.” Ugh, look at how cocky he is. “Tsk, why do we need to go to the office?” I changed the subject.

“Oh! To go get the camera. She wanted us to take pictures and print them.”

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.”

•Sunday, the day you are going to the party•

“Wake up wake up!!! Your friends are here.” Your annoying brother shook your shoulder as you moved your body to the left side and put a pillow on top of your head.

“Uhm..y/n?” Minju’s voice flows into your ears as you sit up to see her standing right in front of you wearing a white and pink flowing dress as your mouth drops down. “Omg!!! What a princess! You look so good.” You complimented her.

“Come on, we still have three more hours before the party. Where’s your dress?” She asked. “Uh…haha about that let me check.”

I stood up to go look at my closet, the clothes were just full of black,white,and grey shirts. Of course, there was no dress. “Girl, how are you living? Come on, I’ll take you to my favorite dress store.” She said rushing you to the bathroom to get ready.

3:20 pm, Roses Bloom Dress location

“Ouhhh I think this one will look good on you.” Minju suggested. “Sure…haha.” Oh dear, how uncomfortable you were looking at all of these dresses because you never liked wearing them. “Hurry, go try them on.” She said, as you went inside the try-on room and each time you wore the dress Minju shook her head. “I mean that one is cute but…ehh next!!”

“This one?”

“No”

“this one yeah?”

“Yep, definitely not!”

“This one?”

“No”

“no”

“no”

Finally, the last dress that was hanging there on the rack was waiting for its turn to be put on you. It felt like magic surrounding you.

“Oh hell yeah, we are buying that one.” Minju took her credit card and was about to buy it as you look at the price, “$500 oh fuck no that’s too much! I can literally buy so many things with that money rather than spending on only one thing.” You said stopping her from giving it to the employees.

“There’s a sale today, 50% off so it’s only $250.” She said and was about to give it to her again but you stopped her. “No, I really can’t accept this it is too much. I can ask my mom,“ oh girl, you already know that it’s hella hard to convince them to buy you stuff and honestly even if i got all of this money I don’t even know what to spend on them. Let me just treat you again…pleaseeeeeee.”

Not only Minju is pretty, but rich and has a good family.

How envious I am? Her life looks like a movie and mine was from those that were written on the paper and they just threw it in the trash can. BUT NOT ONLY THAT, she is fucking nice and kind as fuck too shit I’m done for.

She is heather. No doubt.

“Here, it’s yours now.” She gave you the bag as you thank her and apologize for always making her treat you things. “Girl you already know that it’s me, I will always be here for you. No need to apologize, it’s a gift from me for Valentine’s Day… it is coming in just a few days!” She said as you widen your eyes.

“Oh no, Valentine’s Day…” you whispered.

6:30 pm

“Alright, we are here girl, let's go!” Minju and you got out as you saw so many people were there in front of you, anxiety and antisocial started hitting inside of you as you tried to open the door and go back inside. “What are you doing?” Minju asked as you stopped and looked at her.

“Bye, I’m taking the bus.”

“Oh no no no! You are not going anywhere, we are already here, no need to be scared I’m here with you.” Minju said.

You guys went in and saw so many people there, students who were from the other schools coming in as you spotted Jaeyoon laughing with his friends.

‘He’s here already?’

“Let’s go to the food section.” Minju grabbed your wrist and both of you guys went there to see hongjoong and the others there eating already.

“Woah, look at y/n she looking different.” Wooyoung shouted. “Watch seonghwa drop on the ground.” Mingi added. “You look so good in a dress, you should wear it more often to parties because you are taking my attention.” Yunho said coming closer to you. “Pffft oh stop, where is seonghwa?” You asked.

“He’s not here yet. He had to go and run some small business and then he will come.” Hongjoong said as you nodded.

“Y/n?” Jaeyoon said as you turned around and looked at him. “O-oh Hi!” You couldn’t even look at his eyes and just keep on wandering around.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was waiting for you and..Minju..where is she?” He asked.

“Oh she’s at the food table.”

“Thank you, again I want to tell you something important. I am going to c-“Y/n!!” Seonghwa’s voice interrupted your guy's conversation as he grabbed your wrist to make you look at him.

“Ugh what do you want-“you look good today..ugh I missed the moment when you were coming out of the car. I should’ve been there..” Seonghwa said as you looked up to see what he was wearing.

You know how short you were, the feeling of wanting to hug him and snuggle your face into his chest was kind of bothering you. Why is he so handsome today? His scent…something just makes you drawn into him.

“Don’t let me tell you this again, I know that I am Mesmer-“please stop interrupting my conversation with Jaeyoon.” You try to shake the feeling off and turn to look for the other but they were gone.

You left him and tried to find Jaeyoon just when you saw Minju talking to a guy but you couldn’t see what he looked like.

“Minju,” you were about to yell her name until you heard a familiar voice.“ I like you Minju! Ever since in sophomore year I have been into you. I couldn’t have the feelings to come up and face you and so I am doing it right now...am I too late?” It was his voice, Jaeyoon.

From all of that time that you thought that he was into you, it was just to bring you and him closer so he can find out about what Minju likes and dislikes. That stupid shot that he have done, he could’ve just done it himself instead of making you think that it was all about you.

“Yes, me too…”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, with that typical basic question.

“Yes. Tonight is our first day 1 from now on.” Minju said as your tears started forming inside your eyes as Jaeyoon was about to give a kiss on Minju’s forehead but Seonghwa’s voice came into your right ear and he covered your eyes with his hands, “don’t look at things that are a waste of your time. I don’t want to see you hurt by someone else, it’s okay I’m here let’s go.” Somehow it felt so calm and comforted by Seonghwa’s voice it felt like…a safe place for you.

But no matter what, the tears that you have been holding couldn’t bear anymore so it came out. As both of you guys got inside of the car you just bursted out the tears that you have been hiding inside of that place.

“It’s okay, let it all out. I’m always here.” Seonghwa said, wiping your tears.

For crying out loud you were trying to cover your face with your hands hoping that he wouldn’t see how ugly you look right now.

<days later, 5 days until Valentines>

“Hurry up, we gotta capture this moment right here!” You said holding the camera to take a picture.

Today Seonghwa and you were here at the mountain to do the project.

“Okay, got it!!” You said as you were moving towards some rock that you had to jump on to the other side.

“Let me go first.” Seonghwa jumped onto the other side and waited for you.

“Here hold my hand.” He suggested but you rejected. “No, I can do th-Ah!” Huh..? I can’t feel anything.

You opened your eyes to see that your body was onto Seonghwa’s arm.

His eyes again started sparkling as well as his worried face softened for you.

“I told you to hold my hand.” He said as I got up and pushed him off. “I told you that I could do that by myself. But you were just in the way.”

“But for me it’s love.” Seonghwa said as you stop walking. Again, you like Seonghwa as a friend but these days you don't want to admit that you are finally falling in love with him. It would be too embarrassing, you thought.

“I told you already, that you are in the friend zone and no matter what change you do and what you try to come up with will never work for me. So stop acting like I’m yours.”

Your anger couldn’t stop coming out as seonghwa stayed in his place.

“Tch, what was I thinking anyways? You will never see me like a man won’t you…? *sighs*” He started leaving as you were surprised at how he finally gave up and so you weren’t really bothered by it because you knew for sure the next day he would be all up on you again.

(3 days later)

“Seonghwa, guess what I have to tell you this new-” You said as seonghwa stopped eating his food and threw it in the trash can and walked away.

He’s been ignoring you for these past few days. But shit, it’s been only three days and you were already bored of not having him here with you.

“I think he finally gave up.” Jongho said. “I feel bad for him, all of these times that he has been waiting for a change, it never came.” San said as Hongjoong slapped his arms. “Shhhh! Don’t say that.” Hongjoong’s said as San started sulking, “I was just sayin….”

“Isn’t that the new girl?” Yeosang spotted the new girl with seonghwa as you turned to look at them.

“The teacher said for you to take me on a tour, please seonghwa o-oppa?” She said while putting her hair behind her ears as you dropped dead on the ground hearing those words and tone from her.

But how sad, she looks very pretty, tall, slim, and smart too.

“Sure, new student.” He patted her head as they both left when your eyes widened up, eyebrows furrowed, and stared at them as you stood up. “Why is he patting her head? He only does that to me!” You said as the others looked at you and started giggling. “What?” I asked. “N-nothing.” Wooyoung said as Jongho was suddenly eating popcorn.

“Ouhh she’s jellyyyyyy” Yeosang started to tease you as they all started laughing but you gave them a look of ‘boss bitch up’ and immediately they all returned back to what they were doing.

While going to the library you were trying to get this book from the upper shelf but saw seonghwa standing there, maybe he can help me.

“Seonghwa, help me. I want this book.”

The new student yelled out as he stopped reading and immediately came behind and got it for her.

‘His fucking chest touched her head I–ahhh!’ You started screaming inside your thoughts.

You were becoming frustrated already.

“There.” He gave it to her as the girl once again, pulled her hair behind her right ear and gave him looks.

Suddenly, Seonghwa turned around and we both made an eye fucking contact. My eyes widened and immediately I tried to escape the fuck out of there.

“Girl, it’s Valentine’s Day, just go and apologize to him. Unless you wanna confess your real feelings for him now. Hahahah.” Minju said as you sigh in embarrassment.

“Anyways, I broke up with Jaeyoon. I can’t believe that he used you to get me and I found out that he was two timing me and the other girl. And you know what, I dumped that jerk before he came to me.” Minju said as both of you guys laughed.

“Well..what should I do to make it up for him?” You asked.

“Ask his friends.”

Next Day

“Hongjoong….do you perhaps know what flavor do-” You were about to say it but Hongjoong completed for you.

“Seonghwa likes strawberry cake. There.”

“Uh, how did you-“you think I wouldn’t know. I have been watching and observing how you react when Seonghwa is with the new girl. It really got you to finally realize huh?” He said as you looked at him confused. “So does that mean it was your idea?”

“Nope, I think he lost hope and just decided to move on. But it’s not too late to win him back…” hongjoong said as you rushed to go home and research of how to make delicious strawberry cake.

<Valentine’s Day>

“Finally it’s done!” You finished decorating the cake as you put it inside the white box that you bought and carried it to school.

“Woah y/n, who’s that for?” Wooyoung asked as I tried to hide it. “It’s not for you. It’s my mom’s,”

“Yeah sure, look at its text on the cake.” Minju said as I shushed her. “Don’t you guys dare touch this cake. I will make sure you wil-, “Tsk, is this for me?” His voice. That familiar voice is here again. “S-seonghwa?…No! It’s not.” You took the cake and hid it inside your locker. Of course you were still mad at him and that new student.

•bell rings (afterschool)•

“Alright you guys, time to give your stuff to the person you like, secret admirer, a friend or anyone you care about.” The teacher said and left as everyone rushed out to give theirs to their person.

You were packing up your stuff inside your backpack and walked to go get your cake but suddenly something caught your attention.

“Seonghwa-ah accept mine!”

“No mine!”

“I baked this for you!”

“Please accept my love for you!”

“Back of he’s mine.” “No he’s mine!”

“*coughs*” The new girl appeared at the scene as everybody’s attention was now on them.

“I baked this strawberry cake for you oppa. Please accept this.” You were watching from afar. Right now you feel so shitty and regret treating seonghwa like what you did in the past.

But you already know that seonghwa never really accepts any of the girls gifts except coming up to you and asking for his.

Today, you were proved wrong.

“Sure,” he said as you let out a big sigh and went to go get the cake. ‘Wow, so much competition. I never knew he’d be this popular.’ You thought to yourself and took the cake out and walked to the gate.

But somehow something was bothering you because you woke up so early just to do this for him you can’t just give up!

Immediately you ran to him as you can see a group of people circling surrounding the two people inside.

“Say yes say yes say yes say yes!” The crowd’s voice grew louder. “Yes.” You stop jogging as the crowd celebrates by cheering them up happily in the hallways.

“I guess it was just a waste of my time then…” you were about to throw the cake away but the thought of how much effort you put it in to make this cake perfect you decided to keep it and started running to the rooftop but when you were almost there, you trip and fell by the stair which made a few scratches on your knees.

“Ouch!” You took a look at your knees as your eyes landed onto the cake box that was smashed onto the ground. Half of the cake was broken in half as you started crying in silence.

But you really wanted some fresh air so you made your way up to the rooftop limping as you still carried the cake that you had.

“I hate you!! I hate you seonghwa!!! for making me fall in love with you.” You shouted out as an airplane was driving by so nobody could hear you.

“Hueahhhh (continues to cry even more), what am I gonna do with this cake?!?!!” You look back to see Seonghwa standing back there looking at you.

You immediately looked away with embarrassment. You just wanted to get out of this awkward silent atmosphere as you were about to bend down and get the cake but Seonghwa grabbed you by the bridal style and grabbed the cake box and put you to sit by the bench.

“You’re hurt.” He said as he began opening his backpack to get his first aid kit out.

“I told you already didn’t I? That cake was for me.” Seonghwa said as you tried to avoid his contact. “Just stop it. Stop acting like you care. You’re already hers, so I don’t want any problem if anyone sees you and me together.” You said pushing his hands away from you as his eyebrow furrowed.

“What do you mean by that? I’m someone else's boyfriend?” He questioned you as you were still looking away.

“Stop acting like you don’t know. I saw it already. The crowd was cheering for you two. You guys look good together after all I guess.”

“Tsk! Are you a fool?” He said as you immediately turned to look at him. “You!”

“You think I would go out with that new girl? I only accepted her cake because I like strawberries. But it tasted like gas…uhm *clears throat* and Hongjoong came over and was telling me about you. So I rushed my way here to find you but look at you, you’re still being mean to me…” he started pouting as you also did too.

“You told me not to look at the things that are a waste to me. But look at you, out here accepting their gifts. You were also patting that new girl's head-I mean uh-I…shit!” A perfect time for you to just expose yourself to Seonghwa. The man that you feel like is out of your league right now.

“So you were jealous?” He started smirking at you as your eyes didn’t know where to land on. “Don’t look over there, look me in the eyes. I know that you have fallen for me y/n.” He said while raising your chin up as the wind was blowing your hair into your face.

But he immediately put your hair strands behind your ears. Your eyes were literally shaking but you had to admit. “Alright…I..I do like you..” you lowered your voice as seonghwa was joking and acted like he didn’t hear anything. “Huh? What? Say it again?” Seonghwa was coming closer to your face as a smile appeared on your lips and lightly pushed his shoulder away from you. “Stop..you hear it already…I’m getting embarrassed.”

“So does that mean I can finally get to call you mine now?” Seonghwa tilted his head lowering down to meet your eyes as his own was beginning to sparkle. “Of course..” you said.

“So can I?” Seonghwa said, coming closer to your face again as you questioned him. “Huh? What?” You asked. “Can I peck on your cheeks?” He was biting and licking his lip staring at your rosy soft cheeks.

“Then I dare you to do it.” You said as Seonghwa smirked and came even closer to your face and gave a peck on your right cheeks. Having him holding onto you like this, it feels like home.

There is nobody like him.

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Thanks for reading if you made it this far! This is my first time publishing in tumblr so….excuse me if I have made the story a bit boring :( but again I hope you enjoy it!

!!! please do not steal, copy, or either plagiarize my story ideas in any way, or on any platform!!!

[burnedbyshoto]

sensei

— Being a Pro Hero means having a will of steel, too bad for Shinsou that will of steel has one major kryptonite: a schoolgirls skirt. —

pairing: pro hero!shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, dom!shinsou, bondage (capturing weapon), blindfold, orgasm denial, cursing, praising, mindcontrol, degradation, roleplay

word count: 6,789

a/n: this was a commission!!! omggg!!!! also i used the name mindjack for his pro hero name and neutralizer is your hero name! okay, so like, don’t come for me until you read the entire thing. if I get a single message about what I think ya’ll might come at me for imma spit on your butter. if you cant eat butter then your oat milk or whateva.

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Shinsou stood in the kitchen, his Pro-Hero costume on, and his hands pressed onto the countertop. Today was the day that his hero work student was coming in for a small dinner of celebration. After months of conducting some late-night hours and intensive fighting, they had finally taken down an underground crime ring that had been resurfacing in Japan. 

His fingers ran through his hair, the soft locks parting with his calloused fingers. Years of having to strengthen himself to keep up with physically powerful quirk holders had left his body sharp, hard, and rugged. There wasn’t a part of his body that hadn’t been bruised; that wasn’t without its imperfections.

It was almost hilarious to think of where he used to be, a child in high school who was no stronger than the average person in Japan, and where he was now. 

Placing his cup to his lip, Shinsou was about to take a drink of water when a knock was heard. A small grin quipped on his face knowing precisely who it was, placing the cup on the table and shoving his hands into his pocket, Shinsou walked over to the front door and opened it.

Opening the wooden door, his violet gaze locked onto a bright and eager set of eyes.

Outside his door stood a young woman who had just recently eighteen with your hair fluttering in the wind. You wore the well-recognized U.A. uniform, your backpack resting on your shoulders. A smile soon grew on your face at the sight of him, and you tilted your head with a small smile in greeting. 

“Neutralizer,” he greeted with a coy smile, and his body leaned onto the doorway. His eyes drank you in, the swell of your chest against the button up white shirt, the striking red tie, the jacket that remained unbuttoned on your body, the dark socks that reached your knees, and that stupidly short skirt.

“Hi, Mindjack-sensei,” you greeted with a bright smile, unfazed by the coyness of his energy and ignorant to his straying eyes. “You wanted to meet here today?”

He wet his lips and nodded his head, his eyes closing, “Well, I had to celebrate this joyful win with my favorite student, didn’t I?”

“I’m your only student,” you snorted, pushing past him and entering his house.

You didn’t seem to notice the way his eyes zeroed in on your ass when you passed him, nor did you see how he was nearly drunk off your figure when you bent down to exchange your shoes for his guest slippers. 

“I think that speaks volumes on how highly I perceive you,” Shinsou lazily grinned, taking your jacket and backpack and went to put them in his closet. “You’re so great that I don’t need to look for another helping hand.”

“What will you do when I graduate in these next months?” you asked teasingly, your focus back on Shinsou, and you both held each other’s gaze while standing in the hallway. 

“You’re trying to tell me that you won’t accept my offer to be my sidekick before you go pro?”

His gaze was dangerous, practically begging you in this subdued cat and mouse game to contradict his theory.

“Maybe I am.”

His eyes narrowed; to anyone else, they would’ve been daunting, menacing, threatening, but to you who had known him for years, you could see right past the playful glare.

“Watch it, punk.”

With that, you walked further into the household and having never been to his house before, you couldn’t help but point out the different pictures you saw. There was no stopping you on asserting how weird it was that he went to school with so many well-known heroes. U.A. sure was something else.

The conversation between the two of you flowed like water. There was no dull moment while you stood by the counter, mindlessly eating fruit while exchanging lively words. You had since reaching the bar rolled your sleeves up to your elbows while attempting to catch the fruit that Shinsou was now throwing at you, but most often, they continued to bounce off your nose and go flying onto the floor. 

“You’re horrible at this,” Shinsou snorts when you reappear from the floor with the slightly dirty fruit.

“Get a better aim,” you retorted with a snicker, eating the fruit.

But then Shinsou focused in the wrong area. His eyes focused on the way your lips gleamed under the fluorescent lights, coated with what was definitely your saliva and tinted with berry juices. Your lips stunned him with how delicate and soft they looked. How full and sinful they would feel pressed against his lips, wrapped around his—

“Mindjack-sensei?”

His eyes snapped up to meet your eyes that looked curious, naive to his thoughts, and with the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Recomposing himself, Shinsou cleared his throat and leaned against the counter again, the cold marble digging into his hip. “Y/l/n?”

“I was asking why you’re wearing your costume inside your house, it’s a bit dorkish.”

It seemed the embarrassment wasn’t from his drinking of your lips, but instead because of your question. Shinsou’s fingers fisted into the capturing weapon that rested around his neck. Honestly, he had no idea why he did; his costume was definitely a very comfortable piece, and well, he didn’t exactly go out on the field today, so it was clean.

But when he went to answer your question, his eyes saw the way your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip, and the way that you leaned in closer. Such a flustered school girl. How was he supposed to be professional when you did that? The only thing he could see — the only thing he wanted to see — was you gnawing at your lips when he was fucking you to the heavens, your embarrassment keeping you from being as loud as you could be.

“Come here,” Shinsou commanded, his head gesturing to you to move over to his side of the counter.

Obediently, you followed and stepped before him.

Fuck, you were tiny compared to him. Shinsou looked down at you, your eyes stared up at him curiously, unsure of what he was going to say or do.

“What do you think about me?”

Your eyes widened, your tongue coming out to lick your lips nervously. What was that kind of question? You thought he knew exactly what you thought about him? “Well, um, I think you’re an excellent Pro Hero! You’ve taught me a lot in my work-study, and I’ll forever be grateful for you!”

It seemed like an appropriate response, not too harsh, and it wouldn’t be enough to inflate his ego. But it seemed that he wasn’t in agreement with your thoughts, his hand came to rub his stubbled cheeks, and his eyes darkened.

“What else?”

The words sent a shiver down your spine at those words. There was so much intention behind what that could mean. What was he trying to insinuate here?

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”

Shinsou took a drink of his water, his eyes still focused on you. His gaze as calculating, as if he was studying a bug under a microscope. Your locked stares were unbreakable and soul searching, and as you were now just growing used to while on the field, a sense of an upcoming battle was flaring on your instincts. Placing the cup down, he took a step forward, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“What do you think of me?”

“I-I already told you,” you stammered, taking the smallest step back, but your didn’t retreat when he took another step closer. “You’re a very good—.”

“Not like that,” he growled lowly, his eyes dropping down to your breasts, to the swell of your hips.

It was becoming increasingly harder to breathe, his musky scent was overwhelming your nose, sending shivers down your spine, and there was nothing you could do but gasp for air.

“I don’t think I understand…”

Shinsou was now entirely parallel to you, your chest nearly touching his while he leaned down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. You could no longer breathe, unable to focus or think of anything but the fact that your boss — your mentor — was seemingly admitting that he was attracted to you.

“How do I make you feel?” he nearly panted in your ear. “All I know is that you drive me fucking insane with how beautiful you are, you’re so fucking pure, yet I know you know what you’ve been doing.”

“Mindjack-sensei—!” you squeak, your face radiated heat. You tried to stumble back, to deny his accusations, but his hands were on your waist, keeping you cemented in place.

“Do you want me the way I want you? The way I want to fuck you until your body is forever printed into the mattress of my bed? To have you begging until my bed frame breaks?”

Shinsou grin turned sly at the way you trembled against his hold.

“Don’t you think about fucking me, kitten? Because I can only think about your pretty lips and pussy around my cock. I bet you have such a pretty fucking pussy too.” An audible moan left your lips, and Shinsou’s fingers tightened around your waist to the point he was most likely leaving bruises. He was enjoying the way you were obviously enjoying this too. “You like this? Mm, of course, you would. Such a dirty little kitten, I bet you’re already fucking wet, wanting nothing more than my cock to fuck you into oblivion.”

“Mindjack-sensei,” you gasped in horror of his words despite your body pressing flush against his. His words hadn’t been false, by god did you want him to fuck you into oblivion, but you always pressed those feelings aside because he was a respected authority. He could have just about anyone as a top hero, so why would he want a high school student who worked for him? Shinsou let out a sharp stream of air at the feeling of your thigh rubbing against his growing boner. “We can’t do this! If we’re caught, we’ll—”

“We can’t do this? On the contrary, I think we can fucking do this. No one has to know, but if you don’t want me the way I want you, that’s okay. Tell me to stop then,” he interrupted you, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your skirt, his teeth nibbling at your ear. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way about me, and I’ll stop.”

Your chest heaved, your body screaming at you to let him fuck you. You’ve wanted him for so long, to have him buried balls deep within you, calling him yours and no one else’s. But your brain — your anxieties — screamed at you that this was wrong because he is your teacher. What if something terrible were to happen because of this?

“Nothing bad will happen,” Shinsou murmured, and you stopped breathing at the way his warm breath fanned against your neck. “I promise.”

You pushed away, your eyes wide while looking up at his violet gaze that seemed to grow impossibly darker. You had been under his mind control before, countless days being spent to see who could use their quirk faster, him or you. Each and every time so far, you had bitterly lost, you knew what it was like to be under control. To have your ability to choose what you wanted to do or not taken away. You knew what it was like to not have free will, but this was not it. 

You could choose.

You would choose.

Gulping, your fingers rose to his soft purple hair, raking through the short purple locks that were ever present in your fantasies and dreams.

“Fuck me then.”

His lips pressed against yours immediately, and your breathing nearly stopped at the immediate contact. The scruff on his cheeks, chin, and jaw tickled the softness of your own skin, and only continued to scratch against your skin when the kiss increased in intensity. His mouth drank you in quickly, the heat of his mouth making you overwhelmingly woozy. The kiss alone was sending throbbing heat to your core, your cunt already feeling slick with your essence just from this kiss that you’ve wanted for so long.

Shinsou then took a step forward, and you took a step back, a dance between these new lovers until your back was slammed against a wall. With the feeling of the cold wall pressing into your back, the knowledge of where this was going shot through you.

“How do you want me to fuck you, kitten?” Shinsou growled against your mouth, pulling away afterward so that his nearly black with lust irises burned into your own. “Tell me your deepest fantasy.”

You wheezed when he lifted you up, the height difference between the two of you was too grand for him to grind his hardened cock into you while merely standing. The growing slick in your panties grazed against his hardness, and you pressed your hands onto his shoulders. Your head lolled backward; the shuddering pleasure from the harsh graze was already overstimulating you. His mouth latched onto your exposed neck, pressing spicy-sweet kisses onto the soft skin, his hips pressing hardened circles into your growing heat. 

“I want you to,” you swallowed, your mouth running dry from his actions, mind unable to keep up with his pleasure gaining effects. 

“What do you want, kitten?” he growled against your growing slick neck. His fingers were kneading and pulling at your covered breasts, someone how managed to press onto your nipples despite not knowing your naked body. Fisting your hands into his hair, you tugged hard at the roots, the pleasure shooting through your body unignorable. 

“I want you to use your capturing weapon on me,” you plead, your hips jerking against his in frantic attempt to get this going. “I want you to blindfold me — fuck, I want you to use your quirk on me, deny me, overstimulate me, I don’t care. I just want your cock in my pussy.”

“My, my, you’ve been thinking about this for a while now, haven’t you?” Shinsou grinned with a burst of barking laughter at your embarrassment of being caught. “How many times have you thought about me bending you over in the middle of an alleyway, right after a successful mission, fucking you as congratulations?”

“S-Shinsou—!” you whimpered at the way his hips were now embedding into you as if you two weren’t fully clothed, but already fucking like savage animals.

“I want to hear you call me sensei when I’m fucking you,” he grunts against your throat.

“Not daddy?” you squeak when he pulls away from the wall, and your arms wrap around his neck in precaution. His hard cock now presses deliciously against your heated core, the movement of his walking legs adding to the slow and imbued sensations running their course through your body.

“Maybe another day,” he chuckled deep within his throat.

You felt a chill run through your spine at the way he possessively grabbed onto your waist, his body leaning down to press your back against the soft mattress of his bed. His lips were so ardent against your skin. The body heat expelling from his person, making you sweat when his lips dominated you again.

Your lips glided over each other, your fingers fisting into his shirt with undeniable electricity pouring down your spine. Powerful and sharp pulses slamming through your body when he ground his hips down onto you. 

“Sensei,” you whimpered when his needy lips pressed once more against your cold neck. The contradicting temperatures quickly spun your head, and your eyes clenched closed, trying to focus in on these exhilarating sensations. “Please, sensei do— oh my god.”

Shinsou’s hips were grinding insistently into your, his fingers now pressing into your clit above your panties, expertly rubbing figure eights into your puffy bundle of nerves. Your legs trembled around his waist, your head flying backward with the beating of your heart heavy between your thighs.

“Do what, kitten?” he asked, his teeth marking purple ringed bruises onto your collarbone, enjoying the angry warm colors appearing on your skin. “Is your sensei making you feel good? What do you want from me right now, use your words? Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

The last bit is no louder than a mere whisper, but it’s loud in your ears. You hadn’t even stripped yet, and he had these opinions on you! The intensity of that piece of knowledge made your knees weak with the thought of how intense his own emotions were — for how long has he wanted you in the same way you wanted him? Your mouth opened with a chill running down your spine, your hips grinding down onto his circling fingers.

“Now, I don’t like being disrespected,” he warned, his finger stilling against your clit. You, however, were already consumed by the pleasure that throbbed deep in your core over his nimble fingers teasingly touching where you wanted him most. Your hips still roll against his stiff appendages, and he chuckles at the almost needy and pathetic whimpers that expel from your lips. Your eyes are again shut, mouth opened, and body begging for more.

“Stop grinding,” he commands, his left hand pressing onto your hip, stilling any and all actions from you. You groaned loudly, disappointment and disapproval profoundly evident on your face when you finally opened your eyes.

“Sensei—” you whined, but your hips stopped nonetheless, a pout on your lips. 

“I want you right now,” he says quietly, but his words are firm, unwavering, and genuine. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs, making you jerk with horny anticipation until you felt like taking in charge of him. “Can I fuck you right now, kitten?”

The words almost knock the wind out of you, the innocent yet well-knowing tone on his tongue enough to make you bite down on your lip harshly while you nodded. “Fuck me right now.”

Shinsou lips stretched into a cunning smirk, his teeth capturing his mouth while he nodded, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Sitting up, your eyes took in his body that was hidden under his baggy clothes, much like his own mentor. You did nothing to conceal the way your teeth tugged at your lower lip in lustful need, and your hand pressed down onto the restrained bulge in his pants, grinning when he twitched under your hot hand. 

“I want sensei to fuck me, to fill me with his cock and cum until no one can deny that I’m yours, sensei,” you mewled in his ear.

Without a second thought or a moment to realize what was happening, your shirt was ripped off your person, the buttons scattering loudly against the wooden floor. You shouted in complete shock when Shinsou tugged the red tie off your neck and tossed it on the corner of the bed, and your skirt was thrown to the floor. You lay on the bed exposed in just your undergarments, but they were more than only your regular garments. Shinsou’s eyebrow quirked up upon recognizing that the piece you were wearing was lingerie — expensive lingerie at that.

His eyes met yours, and your eyes swam with confidence that made him stop.

“Were you expecting this?” he asked softly, his fingers grabbing onto the bridge of your bra. His touch so gentle, so soft, it was almost as if he touched it for too long he would destroy the lace fabric of your lingerie.

“It’s hard not to be extra prepared when celebrating with sensei,” you fluttered your eyelashes as you shifted so that you were now straddling his hips. Your body was pressed firmly against his, your mouth ghosting the shell of his ear, “Especially when I want my sensei to fuck me until I’m only his.”

The small victory you gained from being able to distract the Pro Hero was soon snuffed out when cold, and steel-like cloth wrapped all over your legs and arms and slipped between your teeth. The world spun when your face and chest was then shoved into the mattress.

“See what you make me do to you, kitten?”

You whimpered loudly at the arched position you were contorted into. Despite your discomfort, your core ached in need, flaring with this dominative aura that burned to life within him. This is what you had been craving since the beginning, you wanted nothing more than for the purple-haired hero to bend you to his will, to make you no better than some damn puppet while he fucked you deep into his bed.

“Look at you, you’re fucking soaked, and I haven’t done so much as grazing your clit!” Shinsou chuckles, leaning closer to you until you could feel his warm breath fanning against your clenching wet hole. “You’re such a dirty kitten, wanting your sensei’s cock. I guess your sensei is going to have to teach you a few things about mannerisms and make sure you’re fucked to completion.”

You chocked against the cloth in your mouth; it was pressing harshly against your tongue, riling your gag reflexes until saliva poured from your mouth. You weakly looked at Shinsou, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire, your pussy clenching in its attempt to draw him nearer. This was so dirty though, he was older than you, he was your mentor — your sensei. You shouldn’t be letting him talk to you this way, letting him tease your soaked folds, but you wanted his cock — you needed your sensei’s cock to ruin you for anyone ever again. 

Shinsou looked at you, his eyes glinting dangerously as if he could read your filthy thoughts while his fingers slid off the black panties until they bunched at your angled knees. Your arch deepens at the feeling of the cold air now reaching your blazing core, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you wantonly whine. The restraints on your wrists and ankles were tight, sending just the minutest bit of discomfort through your nerves to send you wiggling your ass impatiently.

But as you stared up at Shinsou, and the way his coarse fingers dug into your hips. His heated fingers dragged against your smooth skin until he caught you staring. “You don’t need to be looking at this, kitten.”

The binding left your mouth and wrapped around your eyes. The cold and wet with your saliva metal binding to your face caused a sensation to course through you that was foreign. It disgusted you on a shallow level but fueled the gagging moan that pressed in your throat.

“Sensei!” you squeaked, not expecting this to happen so soon. Especially with the fact that your body was ultimately under his domination. 

Your lack of sight immediately sent all your other senses to one hundred, and you were acutely aware of the fact that he was no longer touching you. You knew he was in the room, but you couldn’t sense him. You only knew that your ass was perked into the air, your arms shot before you in a position that you never knew you could achieve without weight to shove your chest further down.

Shinsou, however, was behind you, his eyes focused on your shining heated slick cunt. A groan emits slowly from his mouth, and he almost relishes in the way that you twitch towards him, the blindfold doing precisely what he had hoped for. Rumbling lowly in his chest, Shinsou inserted two nimble fingers into your wet cunt, moaning at the way that your walls are tight against him. It was so lewdish in the way that your walls were already milking his fingers, begging for more despite the initial entrance.

Your legs trembled, and your mouth fell at the feeling of his foreign fingers entering your spasming cunt. It’s a feeling you immediately burn into your skin. You want this; you crave this. His fingers reach knuckle deep against your heated walls, and they clench around him whenever he attempts to move.

“Your pussy is so pretty and so fucking tight, and all I have in you is my fingers,” Shinsou groans, his fingers curling smoothly within you. Your hips snap backward, trying to fuck yourself against his appendages, desperate the elevated pleasure felt as his fingers moved against you. Desire soaks your body, and you thrust your hips against his fingers, uncaring about how needy this looked.

His fingers were buried in your cunt, and you whined loudly at the feeling of his fingers pushing and pressing against your velvet walls. The feeling of his fingers stroking your walls, sending your body thrusting forward and backward. They continue this pace, not slow enough to be teasing, but not quick enough to satisfy your needs.

“Don’t tease me, sensei,” you pant, your ass moving and wiggling in the air while he manipulated your body under his ministrations. “I want you to — please, fuck my pussy so good!”

There was no response to your pleading, only action. His fingers then hooked within you, scissoring, and even pressing against your walls until nothing was coming out of you except the squelching noises of his fingers digging deeper into your cunt. His hero name a mantra on your lips. 

“Such a pretty little kitten, taking my fingers so well. I can’t wait to see how you’ll react against my cock. I bet your cries will be fucking cute to hear,” he chuckled, his thighs hugging against yours, and you moaned at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your lower belly. You whimpered loudly at the sensation, craving nothing more than to have his cock buried deep within you instead of his fingers.

“Sensei, please!” you begged, the feeling of him all over you. Yet the denial of both seeing him and having his cock buried deep within you was too much. “I don’t want sensei’s fingers, I want sensei’s cock — fuck, please!”

Shinsou chuckled, his fingers left your cunt, and you whimpered at the way your body felt so cold and empty without him buried within you.

“You’ve been good so far, I think you deserve my cock,” he grinned, his breathing heavy and hot against your spine. Your back arched and your body trembled with excitement and nerves as he guided his cock against your wet slit.

Then his hips pressed forward, only the tip of his head pushing through your folds. Teasing you, tormenting you with this half fullness when you knew his cock was much bigger.

“Stop playing unfairly, sensei!” you squawk, your hips trying to slam back to take him more in, but he predicts it and moves back with you. More of his cock leaves you, and you cry in blatant need and horrid horniness. 

“Don’t you have any embarrassment?” he chuckles, his hands finally removing the bra on your chest, and his fingers grip and pull at your nipples. You shudder against his hold, curse that he was so much bigger than you. You needed more of his cock, but he didn’t seem willing to give it to you. “A schoolgirl asking her sensei to fuck her silly, do you know what you’re doing to me, kitten? So fucking dirty, so fucking needy. You want my goddamn dick, you better admit that you’re a stupid little girl who wants her sensei for the rest of her fucking life.”

There was nothing but pure electric shivers that poured through your body at those words, and still, you needed him. Your mouth let out a strained whimper; the slightly circling of his fat cock buried an inch into your cunt, a reminder that you needed to get him fully within you.

“I’m a dirty stupid fucking little girl who wants my sensei and his fucking cock for the rest of my fucking life,” you parrot with no shame, your hips bouncing in hopes of engaging him. “I only want my sensei!”

“Such a good kitten, saying such pretty things,” he sighs, but still, he doesn’t penetrate you fully. 

But he does begin to move.

It’s teasing and by every means maddening feeling the first three inches of his swollen dick push into you and exit. The feeling of the veins on his cock dragging against your sensitive walls made you stammer his name. But that wasn’t good enough, no Shinsou wanted you to howl his name to the heavens, to make sure that everyone knew what a good sensei he was.

His hips move in faster to meet the back of your thighs. With the slowly deepening penetration, your eyes lull to the back of your head, your tongue pooling from your mouth.

“Say more pretty things, or I’ll take my fucking cock away,” he growled, his fingers digging impossibly deeper into your waist.

“Sensei!” you squirm, your back arching like a cat the second the tip of his cock drags against your particular spot.

“What did I say about not following what I command!”

You splutter, your body thrashing against his stilling hips, “But sensei’s cock! It makes me so dumb!” you whine, your fingers digging into the mattress when he slowly starts again. “It’s so big, so thick in my tight pussy! Sensei, please defile me, please make me cum! Cum in my pussy, please! I need you, sensei!”

Those must have been some magic words because Shinsou snarled, and his hips hammered into you. Sending your arms sprawling, your scream of pleasure and glee dripping from your throat. The way that his cock is now brushing over your g-spot again and again was too much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he gasped, his hands slamming your ass back against him. The slapping of your skin on his pelvis sends your eyes fluttering behind the blindfold. He was contorting your body to his will. “After today, I’ll make sure you’ll always be able to take me, all of me, no matter how wet you are.”

Your voluptuous moans are untamable, your thighs trembling with the upcoming orgasm that you can feel throbbing from your toes.

“I needa cum!” you sob, hoping that with how he was drilling against your g-spot, it would be soon.

“You don’t get to cum yet.”

You cried when he pulled out of you completely, and the capturing weapon wrapped around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled to your knees. You heard a familiar sound of a body dropping to the bed, and his hands replaced the fabric around your waist.

“You’re going to ride your sensei’s cock,” he instructed, pulling you down towards him so that your dripping wet cunt was once against grinding against the tip of his dick. “Show sensei what a good kitten you’ve been, what a great hero you’ve become because of me.”

You swallow thickly, your mind swimming with lust and need while his swollen cock twitches at your entrance, “I’m going to show sensei that he’s taught me well.”

“Damn right, you will.”

And with that, he lowered you.

While the blindfold around your eyes obstructed your vision, your sight was wholly taken away from you by his actions. When Shinsou guided you onto his cock, the feeling of his thick veiny length reentering your cunt that begged for his return nearly took your sight away. He wasn’t even within you yet, only the tip of his cock penetrating your slit once more, teasing your walls that clenched in desperation for him. “Don’t tease me, sensei,” you pant, the capturing weapon preventing you from lowering yourself fully onto him, but surprisingly, he does as you hope for. 

Then, what you’ve wanted this entire time. His hips thrust forward at the same moment that you’re dropped onto his cock, and your jaw splits into a soundless scream.

“SHINSOU!” you scream, and his fingers that have your dried slick are placed into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Without arguing, your mouth clamps around his fingers and sucks your essence clean from his fingers. He holds you from behind, his free hand meshing and tweaking at your breasts, making sure to tease and pull at your sensitive nipples until your legs were shaking underneath you. 

His hand rips from your mouth, a trail of saliva following after his mouth. You can only cry louder, more wantonly of how the cold saliva dribbles onto your overheating body. Your head slams back against him, and his hot breath fans against your collarbone while the capturing weapon still proceeds to make you bounce against his cock. Every bounce sends his cock deeper within your clamping cunt, stretching you out in unimaginable ways until your walls spasming around his length because you need more.

You whine into his ear, your mouth pressing blind and sloppy kisses against his slick with sweat neck.

It’s when both his hands bring your hips down to him, his cock finally bottoming out entirely within you, does the most primal moan rip through your mouth. You convulse on his lap, trying to move as the head of his cock buries against your cervix, and you swear behind the blackness of your vision, you can see the entire galaxy. You tremble on top of him, wordless cries pittering from your mouth while he nibbles onto your earlobe.

“Fuck, kitten, I can feel your cervix against my cock,” Shinsou grunts, and you rise and falls against his throbbing cock. 

“You’re filling me out, sensei,” you cry, your hips bouncing up and down, the feeling of his cock pressing up against your cervix, making you dizzier by the second. “Sensei’s cock is so fucking big, he’s filling and stretching me out so much! My pussy can’t — fuck — I can’t take it, sensei!”

“You can take it,” Shinsou growls into your neck, his hands rising you up and down against his cock. The soft slapping of your ass meeting his thighs a drum in your ear. “You’re taking my cock so fucking well, I taught you — I’m teaching you better, I know you can do this kitten.”

You soon readjust to the numbing pleasure, the bruising pleasure, and pain that comes with his cock slamming against your cervix. The way that he thrusts up into you, stretching out your walls far more than you was ever used to.

“I can’t fuck you correctly like this,” he growled, and the restraints yanked you forward once more.

You yelped loudly when you were now on your back, your ankles by your wrists, and your cunt exposed to him completely. In seconds flat, he was buried back into you, but the angle of being on your back aided to the curve of his cock, and your spine nearly snapped in the way you reacted to the pleasure spasming in your toes. This was what you wanted. “Sensei, your cock! SHIT! Oh my god, oh my god, this angle—!”

Your voice lessened to a senseless babble, your sentences blurring together, and your cheek pressed into the mattress and drool pooled from your lips. You feel his hot and robust shoulder touch against the backside of your thighs. With your thighs to support him, he begins to drill his hips into you.

His pace is completely irreplicable, every maddening powerful thrust of his hips shoves you closer to the headboard. The wet slapping echoing throughout the room when he pierces into you almost drowned out both of your senseless cries. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving purple fingerprints on your soft skin, and it amplified your howls of pleasure. 

Fire erupts in your cunt, an overwhelming heat that throbs right in your core, and with every slam of his hips, it grows only more. 

Intensifying. 

Deepening. 

The temperature of your body sizzles off you in large heat, and you swear that your sweat evaporates with every slam of his hips. His lips press against yours, a maddening escape of lust and need exchanging between your parted lips. Your salvia is everywhere, covering both of their faces with the sticky coldness. But that didn’t stop him; it only fueled him to kiss you entirely, engulfing you with his mouth, daring you with his tongue.

You were barely keeping up with his snapping hips, your mouth begging for more when he suckled on your tongue.

Her walls fluttered and clamped around him, a constant reminder of the impending orgasm that you could no longer warn him about.

“Do you need to cum?” he huffs against the corner of your mouth, his hips continuing to drill dangerously fast and deep into you.

“Y-Yes, sensei, I needa come so badly! Let me come against sensei big cock, please!” you sobbed, your body trying to press even closer to him. It was at that moment, the revelation that you were close that his quirk washes over you. 

It’s a weird feeling, your body continues to feel disgustingly on fire, like an illness burning you from the inside out. But you’re no longer in control, your mind fuzzy and muggy, but he continues to fuck you as if you weren’t there. The coil that had wound so tightly in the core of your uterus seemed frozen. No longer tightening to the point of snapping, but so tight that it pained you that he now denied you a release.

“Well, I’m not ready,” he pants, “you don’t cum until I do.”

His hips now work against you with untapped vigor he had not been using before. One hand holding your leg over his shoulder, the other keeping your hips in place as he continued to push his cock deep within you. Your body was by all terms relaxed, not a single muscle was tense while he drilled into you, his fingers massaging your clit and nipples. But your mind was alert, thoroughly overworked, over thrilled, and feeling like you were moments from exploding with no choice but to keep it in. 

His sweat dripped onto your body, and your drool slowly slipped from your lips. 

It pained you not to moan, the inability to move your hips against his rutting ones nearly driving you insane until he was snarling like a savage beast, and with his teeth buried into your neck, you only heard one thing before your vision turned white.

“Cum.”

You weren’t sure whether you broke free from his quirk because he let you go or because the orgasm that crashed through you sent your body snapping up and rolling them over so that Shinsou was on his back. But the orgasm was still ripping through you. Powerful waves of insane pleasure drumming deep within you until there was nothing left but that hollowness that came after an orgasm.

Your breathing was erratic, your heartbeat on your tongue while you looked down at him with a frazzled expression.

“Holy fuck, ‘toshi,” you gasped, your hands pulling away at the tie from your eyes, and now you held onto your breasts. Your brain must have short-circuited because nothing was running through your mind, no matter what you tried to think about. 

“Look at that,” he mused, looking down at his lower abdomen. You followed his eyes, and a blush brightened your face at the clear liquid that coated his abs. 

You had squirted.

“Well, that was fucking hot, I don’t blame ya,” he chuckles, bringing you in. “How are you feeling? I know I was pretty deep in you, sorry.”

You sighed, nestling into his chest, finally relaxed. It took a bit of willpower to ignore the slick wetness that came with your mixed cum sprayed out onto his lower stomach. His lips pressed against your temple, and you sighed wistfully, tiredly.

“I’m fine, ‘toshi,” you affirm, grinning at him. “I might have problems walking tomorrow, so you’ll just needa help me.” 

He chuckles but nods in agreement. Tapping you on your waist, he rolls you over so that you’re relaxing on the bed, and he pulls out, and you groan at the lack of his dick in you. Waving off your protests, he leaves and reappears with a damp washcloth. Without speaking, he begins to gently clean you up, placing tender and scratchy kisses against your body.

You grin when your husband finally collapses back onto the bed and pulls you in close, his nose rubbing against your bruised collarbones, eliciting a sharp squeal from you.

“Maybe I’ll pull out my old schoolgirl skirt more often,” you giggle, and he hummed in agreement. “It was fun.”

“I think that would be perfect.”

“Happy anniversary, sensei.”

“Happy anniversary, kitten.”

[taeyamayang]

hq boys as fur parents

disclaimer: purely based on how I perceive each character

PRETTY SETTERS ed.

🌃 KAGEYAMAㅡSTRAY PUPPY

a stray dog followed him on his way home from practice one day. he tried to shoo it off but the little puppy has already fallen in love with him. left with no choice, he takes the dog home. he convinces himself that he would let it stay for a night or two until he finds an owner. he hopes hinata is fond of dogs. upon reaching his home, the puppy kept biting onto the hem of his pants as if it's asking him for something. maybe it's hungry, he thought. albeit, having no experience of taking care of a pet he googles 'how to take care of a puppy'. he pulls the handle of the refrigerator open to search for leftover table food. he spoons out marinated sweet pork from the container then proceeded to feed the puppy. he squats down, folding his knees as he observes it eat. "finish it, i can't put it back in the container. don't throw food, you asked for this." he talks to the puppy using his normal voice. the poor dog glances at him for a bit after hearing him talk before going back to devouring the remaining bits and pieces of the pork. shortly after, the puppy falls asleep. it is probably tired from the long walk on the way home. kageyama proceeds with his usual routine. he lies down on his bed tossing a volleyball in his hand. his mind wandering off somewhere mostly about volleyball. a tiny bark surprises him, reminding him of the tiny intruder in his house. he squints at the small puppy wagging its tail next to his bed. its front legs are slightly bent down and his butt in the air. he barks at him one more time. kageyama crosses his eyebrows at the dog. "what do you want?" he says spinning the ball in one hand. the dog barks at him again. his lips purses and his eyebrow raises. "you want to play?" he wiggles the ball in the air making the dog jump excitedly. "alright." he pushes himself off his bed to sit on the floor. he spends the next few hours playing with the puppy until both of them pass out.

🌃 OIKAWAㅡPOMERANIAN

iwaizumi didn't trust him with the dog, obviously, but oikawa insisted on taking care of it for a while until mattsun comes back from vacation. knowing how impatient oikawa can be iwaizumi agrees with his plan but with the condition of sending him an hourly update and a permission to visit his house whenever he wants to. like a parent in shared child custody. the first few hours were smooth sailing and oikawa is high on his horse. he even sent pictures to iwaizumi gloating about his perfect parenting. not until the pomeranian decided to bark consistently at him. even though, he has given it food, toy and even played with it, and a nice comforter to sleep on. "what is it?" oikawa exasperatedly says to the dog. the pom barks at him in response. "do you want me to hold you?" he nears his hand to the dog's torso but it wriggles his hand off as it bounces off the ground catching his hands using its mouth. "i don't understand what you're trying to say. what do you want?!" oikawa's patience is getting thinner. the dog has been barking at him for more than five minutes straight now. an petty idea struck him. if the dog won't shut up then he won't too. he does the thing that only an oikawa breed does; he levels his body down to the ground to meet the dog's eyes before barking back at him. for a second, the dog pulls back tilting its head to the side confused with what he was doing before barking back at him more aggressively this time. this has become some odd battle of dominance. the front door of their house opens to a dark-haired boy. "hey, toru i brought some dog treats." his mouth falls at the sight of a human turned dog. oikawa stops and their eyes meet. "iwa-chan." his voice came out in a whisper. "unbelievable." iwaizumi shakes his head before shutting the door close.

🌃 KENMAㅡCALICO CAT

kenma isn't the best at taking care of a living breathing thing. he barely has the energy to look out for his well-being what more to a pet. but this calico cat outside their house pleads the bare minimum of attention and affection. so, they work perfectly well together. it only asks him for food then it goes off to sleep on their roof and food isn't his biggest problem since he spares her food from dinner. everything was going well until one day when kenma was walking down the empty streets of his neighborhood. he hears a whimpering sound of kittens near his house. no way, he thoughts to himself. but as his footsteps near his home, the sound gets louder. he opens the gate to his home. lo and behold he sees the calico cat with her four kittens in front of their house. "you can't bring them here!" his duffle bag falls from his shoulder as he reprimands the mother cat. the cat meows back in reply. "put them back to where they were before. you only eat here. you don't get to stay here!" the calico cat rubs its body against his leg as it purrs. the kittens follow their mother, surrounding kenma. "you're too many." he puts his face on his hands. his mind go through possible solutions. then it hits him. he fishes his phone out from his bag and his finger navigates through his contacts knowing exactly who to call. he picks up after three rings. "kuroo, the calico cat has kittens. i can't take care of four more cats. take the kittens." he says in one go. kuroo convinces him to house the cat family for now. left with no alternative, kenma agrees. sigh escaping from his mouth. the older promises to find the kittens an owner. the kittens look at him with their big rounded eyes. kenma grunts to himself unable to leave the hungry cats on his porch. he goes to the kitchen to grab spare food and milk. he places the food near the mother cat for her to eat while kenma tilts his head back to taste the milk. "you're lucky the milk isn't spoiled yet. here have it." he pours the milk in a small bowl watching the kittens waddle their way to their fiest.

🌃 AKAASHIㅡOLD ENGLISH SHEEPDOG

generally, akaashi is a perceptive person so that makes it easier for him to see through people or living things and give them what they want. which points us to the fact that he has knacks for taking care of dogs. it's only been a few months since their family adopted an old english sheepdog but the dog has already learned a lot of tricks from him. he knows how to sit, lie down, roll over, and fetch. he has taught their house pet where to pee and poop and the dog follows his orders when he reprimands him for chewing on their slippers. although, still remaing nameless since they adopted him they seem to get along pretty well, to say the least. oddly, though, the dog has a weird habit. it tends to goof around a lot, barking at other dogs to play with while him as he jumps and turn in the air like a fool. he has his tongue out all the time and his eyes are round yet droopy as if he was excited yet sleepy at the same time. the dog also loves praises. every trick has to be followed by praises and treats. if you skip the praises though still giving him the treats the old english sheepdog goes through what seems like a cycle of depressive thoughts. weirdly, it reminds him of someone. someone with the same habits and same way of thinking. even the coat of the nameless english sheepdog reminds him of him. the next day during break from practice their manager, kaori, approaches akaashi to ask him about his new still nameless dog. "how do you teach it when it doesn't have a name yet?" she questions him. " I call him 'boy' before. though, it has a name now." akaashi says crossing his arms over his chest. "what is it?" kaori's eyes glimmer in curiosity only for it to dissipate as his point finger leads her sight to grey and black-headed boy. the subject of interest then turns his head pulling a big smile. "you called for me, akaashi?" bokuto says. his dog's name is bokuto.

a/n: thanks for reading!

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[howaboutleeches]

Greetings, hope you are doing well 🌸 I have never sent requests before, so I am a little nervous. Anyway, how would main 6 react to mc who feeds the stray cats on daily basis? Thank you in advance for paying attention 💗

I just have to say, I absolutely LOVED this one. I’ll do my best to meet your expectations 

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How would the Main Six React to an MC who feeds stray cats on a daily basis 🐱

Asra:

🔮 He wouldn’t notice the first few times. Not because he didn’t pay attention to you, but it wasn’t something you did for attention, so the quiet gentle action went by almost unnoticed.

🔮 The first sign was the sudden disappearance of the milk bottles from the fridge. At first he though you just really liked milk, so he made sure to buy more, but the speed of which it vanished was way to quick. He became suspicious.

🔮 Then, your absence at the same time, every day. “They may have went to run errands....or maybe Nadia wanted to talk to them?”, was what he though. But every day, at the same time? His suspicion grew even more.

🔮 Now, he wasn’t proud of what he did next. He could’ve just asked you, but he decided to follow you. The worse possible thoughts crossed his mind as he saw you enter a dark alley. But then you knelt down and he smiled at what he saw.

🔮 A larger cat, accompanied by small ones, kittens, care-freely approached you, meowing in happiness as you laid down a tray, pouring the milk. The kittens eagerly started drinking and the larger cat, probably the mother, purred while rubbing herself on you. He left the alley, making sure you hadn’t noticed his presence, and you didn’t

🔮 He could’ve told you he saw, how adorable you looked, or how you had such a kind heart and pure spirit. But he decided not to say anything. Although, when  you came back, a sweet smile was on his face as he sipped a cup of tea. “I was thinking....Faust seems lonely sometimes. We should get her a few friends. I was thinking, how about kittens?” He couldn’t help but chuckle as you excitedly agreed.

Nadia:

👑 She had a keen eye, so she quickly noticed how you quickly rushed away after your dinners, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a few leftovers and came back to the palace with a satisfied expression. That made her eyebrow raise and her mind confused.

👑 Surely, if you had discovered a new fun activity or had made a new friend, you would definitely tell her....right? So why this had happened for the past couple weeks and you haven’t said anything to her?

👑 The though of it drove her crazy, but she knew how to mask it very well. She even asked you if you had found a new hobby, making it sound as if it was just a simple question, with the intention of having a conversation.

 👑 Eventually, she got tired of not knowing. She excused herself first from dinner, obtaining a confused look from you, but you didn’t say anything, thinking that maybe she had something important to take care of.

👑 She went to your shared room, grabbed a cloak large enough to cover her whole hair and simple enough as not to draw attention and went outside, waiting by the palace’s gates, hidden.

👑 Once you came out, she followed your quick steps. She looked around suspiciously as you started to go into poorly-lit streets, turning into the most strange corners.

👑 Then, after entering an alley, you stopped, catching her by surprise. She watched in awe as you knelt down and a bunch of cats came to you, meowing and jumping on your clothes. You grabbed the leftovers and offered them to the cats talking to them as if they were close friends.

👑 She couldn’t help but to chuckle at your actions, making you turn around in surprise, looking up at her. She approached you and knelt down close to you as you watched her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

👑 One of the cats sniffed her and rubber itself on her cloak. She picked it up, rubbing its head with her finger. “You should have told me dear. There’s no need to dirty your clothes coming to places like this, when we could bring them to the Palace. How about we make a special place just for them there?”

Julian:

♠️ As he was used to roaming the streets of Vesuvia, he knew about the stray cats that roamed the area. He also knew that they didn’t like them very much, but the reason was still a mystery to him.

♠️ You waited for him to finish up on the clinic one day when you heard meowing from the outside. You peeked out, seeing a few kittens play-fighting as a larger cat meowed back to them, as telling them to stop.

♠️ You chuckled and grabbed something you had separated to eat later and walked out of the clinic. The larger cat eyed you with suspicion as you walked closer to them. 

♠️ You lowered yourself and extended the snack with a smile. After a few hisses and a lot of sniffing, they gave in, taking the snack from you and eagerly munching on it.

♠️ You kept doing that for the days and only then Julian noticed your disappearance as you were supposed to wait for him on the clinic. As the last client left, he finished earlier and decided to see what you were up to.

♠️ Looking out the window, he saw you approaching the cats casually and he almost let out a screech. He rushed out the shop, running towards you “Y/N STOP IT! THEY’RE DANGERO-” He stopped mid-sentence as he saw the cats curled on your lap, playfully nibbling at your clothes.

♠️ He watched in awe as you played with them, the same cats who had bit his toes once. He stepped closer to you and the cats looked up. He let out a nervous chuckle and extended a daring hand, to pet them.

♠️ The larger cat looked between him and his hand a few times before moving its head, letting itself be pet. Julian laughed with excitement, sitting on the floor close to you.

♠️ After that day, both of you kindly escort the cats to the inside of the clinic, were they would be fed and Julian would sing bar songs to them as they tried to snatch his eye-patch. He would smile just by looking at you, seeing your angelic nature as you took in the cats. For him, you were perfect in every way.

Muriel:

🌿 It’s no surprise Muriel was found of animals. But he never associated with any from the city, but rather his chickens and Inanna, along other animals in the forest.

🌿 The first time you had found the cats, you had gone to visit Asra. You took a bit longer than Muriel expected and once you came back, Inanna circled you a few times, sniffing you with a curious look on her face, making Muriel suspicious.

🌿 That started to happen more and more often, and it was starting to get to Muriel. He even asked Asra why their visits were taking longer, but Asra looked at Muriel with confusion, saying you always left the shop at the same time, thirty minutes before sunset. So why were you so late?

🌿 He kept quiet for a while and became a bit more distant. He didn’t know how to deal with his confusion, his doubts and his feelings at that point, so he ended up trapping himself inside. Full of doubt and unable to say anything.

🌿 You noticed he grew a bit distance, even quieter than before, and he rarely smiled anymore. Then it hit you. You didn’t tell him about it....and now he probably though you were lying to him, seeing someone behind his back.

🌿 You canceled your next visit to Asra and prepared a full basket with snacks and fruits. Muriel silently watched you prepare everything, feeling down as he sat. Once you were done, you just stood at the door. One minute, then two, then five went by until Muriel turned to you, his face clearly confused.

🌿 You smiled at him and asked him to join you, doing the same to Inanna. They looked at each other but obeyed, getting up and following your lead as you walked through the forest entering the city.

🌿 They skeptically followed you as you walked through the streets, but seeing less and less people on them made Muriel feel more at ease. Once you reached the alley, the cats came out happily, but screeched and scurried away seeing Muriel and Inanna.

🌿 You tried to calm them down, which only partially worked. You placed one snack on Muriel’s hands and the other on Inanna’s mouth, gesturing for them to step forward. Both were as nervous as the cats, but got closer, offering the snacks. The cats slowly got closer, eyeing them curiously, but accepted their offerings.

🌿 Not even ten minutes later, the smaller cats played with Inanna as if she was one of them and the other climbed on Muriel’s clothes, meowing at him for attention.  He chuckled while looking at them, so small on his hands. He looked at Inanna and how she behaved with the kittens, then at you, with red cheeks. “I think...we should bring them back. Inanna likes them....as so do I”

🌿 He thought about all the times you would’ve taken care of those cats without anyone knowing, without showing off or demanding praise for what you did. It was an act of pure kindness, and that was one of the many reasons of why he loved you.

Portia:

🐈 You could never hide anything from Portia. Even if you tried, she could sniff you were doing something without her from miles away, and she was always right. You may not even look suspicious, but somehow, Portia always knows.

🐈 So when you find a few stray cats on your way to the shop, the first thing you do when you return to the cottage you both share after doing some work,  is to tell her what you found, the stray cats.

🐈 It would've been a really busy day for her, but once she heard your words, her eyes were filled with determination and she started to gather Pepi's cat food.

🐈 You fed and played with the cats for a good while, and when it was time to return, she couldn't bear the idea of leaving them there.  "Y/n, what if something happens! It would be our fault, cause we didn't take them home! I think my point is valid, so I'll take them either way" She would take all the cats on her arms, some of them tangled on her hair, and return to the cottage.

🐈  Pepi was a bit skeptical and hid behind the couch, seeing the other cats sniffing around. But it only took a few minutes before they were all meowing excitedly together and playing as old friends.

🐈 It warmed up her heart seeing you play with the cats, taking on the responsibility to nurture them, even though you didn’t have to. In her eyes, you were the kindest person she had ever met.

Lucio:

🐐 Imagine both of your's surprise when you entered the room and Mercedes and Melchior barked at you, backing you up against a wall, sniffing you aggressively only to back away slowly, but still eyeing you cautiously.

🐐 You looked down at yourself, noticing some cat fur on your clothes. You patted it and looked at Lucio, who had a confused expression on his face.

🐐 The incident passed, but Lucio kept his eye on you, to the point of following you one night through the streets of Vesuvia.

🐐 He wondered what kind of shady thing you were up to when he saw you enter dark streets over and over, and once your steps became slower and you turned into an alley, he saw you kneeling on the floor, small figures running towards you.

🐐 "Cats!? All of this for....stray cats? Really Y/n!?" He wasn't mad at you, he was mad over the fact he got his cloak dirty while following you, but it's not like you would know that.

🐐 He approached you and one of the smallest kittens wobbled towards him, looked up and let out a soft meow, nibbling the hem of his pants.

🐐 His eyes widened and he turned his face away, slightly flustered. He grabbed the kitten and held it on his arm, turning away from you. "I'm keeping this one, it's mine! You can bring the others back to the castle if you want to"

🐐 Of course, he ended up naming all the cats later on, pampering them, buying fancy cat accessories....even Mercedes and Melchior protected the cats, cuddling them at night to keep them safe and warm. To Lucio, you were an angel. Taking in those cats just made him see it more on you.

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[artificialdaydreamer]

A somewhat late fic for @jonsimsandcats day.

Jon is a god of cats whose cat followers report that a beast has taken up residence in the wood outside of town and is causing trouble. Jon, unable to say no to helping cats agrees to get rid of this beast only to run into Martin, who is also searching for it.

Warnings for mild injuries to animals and people

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Jon woke to find a pair of slitted eyes staring at him. It was not an unusual occurrence, he couldn’t go anywhere without the local cats greeting him, or letting him know of problems they were having. He was, after all, the god of cats. They were his followers and his messengers, and in return he gave them protection and knowledge. It was more unusual to not wake up with several cats sleeping on top of him. The tabby blinked slowly at Jon, he blinked back, and it settled on his lap, its fluffy tail swishing from side to side.

The building he’d fallen asleep in was technically a temple to him but humans rarely visited it so it had fallen into a state of disrepair. It was still a sanctuary for cats, they knew that within its walls they could be safe and warm while they slept, but the only other being that really came inside it was Jon. He tried to keep the fireplace lit in winter and set out bowls of fresh water, but there was only so much he could do. It wasn’t like he could fix the cracked windows and provide an unlimited supply of food, he just wasn’t that powerful.

The God of Cats and Curiosity was not a god people often prayed to, not until winter fell and mice invaded grain stores. Cat owners would occasionally set something on their mantle in offering to him, a saucer of milk or a piece of dried meat, but more often than not it was the cats themselves who honored him. He could understand what they said, and sometimes they were the only creatures he talked with for years. In a world where belief was what made a god strong it was a miracle he hadn’t faded away altogether.

“Hello, master,” a voice sounded inside Jon’s head as the cat purred. He stroked its ginger fur and it rubbed its head against his hand. “I have news from the others in town.”

“Oh?”

“They say a beast is lurking in the forest, it has already affected the supply of prey, and several cats who stumbled across it were wounded by it. If we cannot go hunt in the woods we won’t have enough food.” This was news to Jon, a beast in the forest? Not only was it killing animals it had hurt some of his followers, those he’d sworn to protect. His stomach churned at the thought of how they must have felt, had they prayed to him for help? Had he been too far away to hear them?

“Take me to them.” He started to get to his feet, the cat jumped off his lap as he straightened his clothes, making sure the hood of his blue cape covered his pointed ears completely. Despite being a god he couldn’t change his form, or hide the ears and tail that revealed what he was, so he relied on human clothes like skirts and hoods to disguise himself.

The tabby wound its way between his legs before heading towards the door, and Jon followed. The street was quiet, a few humans passed them but it seemed early enough in the day that a lot of them weren’t up. Turning down an alley he saw a pile of crates had been left in a niche and several cats had made themselves comfortable in it, there were even a few blankets and pillows. On one threadbare cushion lay a female tortoiseshell with cuts on her back, the wounds had scabbed over but dried blood streaked her fur and she couldn’t move without hurting.

“You poor thing.” Unwrapping the cloth belt from around his waist Jon dipped it into a dish of water someone had laid out nearby and began to dab at the cuts. The cat hissed, pupils narrowing into slits, but she didn’t scratch him. She knew who he was and what he was doing here. It took hardly any effort to soothe the tortoiseshell, to numb the pain as he cleaned her wounds. The last thing he wanted was to heal the cuts only to have her get sick because he hadn’t ensured they were dirt-free first.

“Thank you, master.” The tortoiseshell butted his hand with her head. “It is an honor to meet you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, I apologize for letting you get hurt in the first place.”

“That was not your fault, master. You could not have known the beast would start lurking in the forest.” The cat shook her head, her tail sticking straight up. “The world is a dangerous place, you cannot be everywhere, even if you are a god.”

Sighing, Jon nodded, his own tail flicking from side to side in agitation. She was right, but it still hurt to know that he could not protect all of his followers from harm. Despite being a god he wasn’t very powerful, people just didn’t pray to him enough. He could look through the eyes of other cats nearby and bless them with safety for a limited time, but his power was finite. Anything more than a league away from him was hard to sense, although it hadn’t always been that way. “I’m looking for the beast, would you mind telling me where you encountered it?”

“I can show you.” Getting to her feet the tortoiseshell stretched deeply.

“Lead the way.”

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The forest was dense, trees crowded tight together and thick grasses that made it hard to maneuver, if it wasn’t for the narrow footpath made by other travelers Jon would be miserable. A short distance ahead of him the tortoiseshell cat led the way, showing no sign that her earlier injuries were still paining her. Every so often sunlight would find some way through the thick canopy of branches overhead and illuminate their surroundings, although they both could see in the dark just fine. Jon wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking, but when huge pawprints had been practically gouged in the path he insisted the cat ride on his shoulders for the rest of the journey.

“What kind of animal is this beast?” Jon muttered, ihe tracks were bigger than his hand, and while they appeared to be made by some kind of dog they were far larger than most he’d seen. As they progressed Jon saw several trees with claw marks on them and he started to feel anxious. Sure, he was technically a god, but he’d never really been in a fight before. He wouldn’t necessarily die, not from physical wounds, and he did heal faster than the normal human but that didn’t mean he wanted to get hurt. He didn’t even have a weapon to defend himself.

Somewhere in the trees ahead of them a branch snapped, then another. Jon braced himself as he heard footsteps approaching him, growing faster and louder until he saw a huge brown thing burst out from behind a bush and race towards where he stood. It was all he could do to cast a simple protective spell on the cat and drop her on the ground before the thing knocked him over. His head hit hard-packed earth and the world went dark.

“-right?” A voice sounded from somewhere nearby, sounding concerned but Jon was in too much pain to register much more. He willed his body to heal itself, to reduce the swelling and stop his head from throbbing with every beat of his heart. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he found that he could open his eyes, although the world itself was a blur of green and black. “Hello? Can you hear me?”

Just as his eyes adjusted he saw a face staring down at him, their expression worried. A human? Sitting up so fast his head swam Jon checked to see that his hood was still in place. It had shifted somewhat when he fell, but his ears were thankfully still covered. The human had curly orange hair and a round, friendly face, although they still looked anxious. Next to them sat a dog, a huge fluffy thing, even sitting it came up to Jon’s chest, with light-brown fur everywhere but its face and ears, which were black. Was this the beast?

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” The human’s voice was high-pitched and laced with concern. Jon shook his head slightly, but winced as pain sparked behind his eyes.

“I’m fine.” Regardless of how worried this human was, Jon didn’t want them looking at him too closely, the last thing he needed was for them to find out just what he was. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh!” They looked surprised. “I was looking for my dog; they ran off and, well, it’s not like I can stop him if he wants to go somewhere.”

“You own this thing?”

“Well, I guess you could say that. His owners couldn’t take care of him because they had another baby on the way and...” The human trailed off, freckled cheeks flushing pink. “Anyway, I’ve taken in strays before so they felt comfortable giving him to me.”

Jon didn’t really care about where the dog came from, but looking at the size of its paws gave him an idea. “I’ve been told there’s some sort of beast attacking animals in the woods, and I found tracks and claw marks on the path-”

“It’s not him! I know what you’re talking about- I’ve had to take in a whole bunch of wounded animals recently- so I came out here to try and find this ‘beast’ too.” Their voice rose an octave, eyes widening with fear. “I brought Silas with me because I thought he could maybe track it somehow? I know he’s not really a hunting dog but still...”

“Has it?” He scanned the ground nearby and found the tortoiseshell cat hiding behind a tree just off the path. Kneeling down Jon held out a hand to her. “I’m sorry, darling. Are you alright?” The cat approached him cautiously, eyes darting to the dog every so often, and he scooped her up in his arms.

“What?”

“Has it tracked the beast?” It was hard to keep from rolling his eyes, Jon didn’t care much for rambling when he had something to do. He absentmindedly stroked the tortoiseshell’s head, trying to reassure it.

“N- No... I thought he had but he just found you.” The human gave a shy smile. “How do I know you’re not the beast?”

Jon stiffened, his ears flattening against his hair and his tail bristling. In his arms the cat hissed angrily. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Calm down, let me handle this.” It was clear this human had no idea they’d just insulted a god, but as much as Jon wanted to curse them for the accusation he was here for a different reason. “If you don’t have anything helpful to say then this is where we part.” He continued to comfort the cat as he pushed past them and continued on the path.

“W- Wait!” Glancing over his shoulder Jon saw the human was following him. “I mean, we both have the same goal, don’t we? We both want to find this beast and stop it from hurting the local animals. Why don’t we look for it together?”

“I can’t stop you from following me.” Jon sighed and tugged his hood farther forward. He had a feeling that he’d made the wrong decision, but he’d spoken the truth. Besides, this human was larger than he was, with them and the dog he might stand a chance against this beast.

They walked in silence for a while, but like all good things it didn’t last. “I just realized I never got your name; I’m Martin, Martin Blackwood.”

“Jon.” He didn’t feel much like talking, especially since he was trying to listen for any strange noises.

“Just... Just Jon?” The human- Martin- seemed dissatisfied at his answer.

“That’s all I’m willing to share with you.”

“Right, that’s fine,” A pause. “Are you a man?” When Jon glared at them Martin turned bright red. “It’s just, I don’t want to misgender you, that’s all. I’m a man, he/him pronouns.”

“I don’t really see the point of gender.” Jon sighed, pulling on his hood as his ears were flicking enough from irritation he feared it might fall down. “He/they, I guess.”

“Got it.” Martin was a few paces behind, his footsteps louder than Jon’s. “I’m guessing you’re also an animal lover, given that you’re also searching for this beast.” Jon wanted to scream, could this human not be quiet for five minutes?

“Yes, which is why I’m trying to track it. That being said, if it makes noise I will be unable to hear it because you keep talking.” Glancing over his shoulder Jon saw Martin stiffen, his cheeks still flushed from embarrassment. Thankfully he didn’t say anything though, and Jon could have cried from relief.

They continued on, neither of them making a sound as they trudged through the woods, occasionally the dog would run ahead and sniff at a tree or patch of earth but thankfully it didn’t bark. Eventually they arrived in a clearing only to find more tracks in the dirt, the same ones Jon had seen on the path. He was about to say something to Martin when some bushes rustled and a giant wolf leapt towards him.

Having a huge animal knock him over once already that day Jon was more alert, and while he managed to avoid the worst of the beast’s attack its claws still managed to slash through his tunic and he could feel hot, sticky blood running down his side. The pain would come later, once the shock went away, but he was glad to have only gotten minor injuries as he stumbled backwards, clutching the cat to his chest and making sure his hood hadn’t fallen off. His ears were flattened against his hair again and his heart was racing.

“Jon!” Martin rushed to him, blue eyes wide as he took in the wound. Jon pushed him away, staring at the wolf in horror. The beast was as large as a horse, its fur so streaked with dirt and blood, mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Still, even as his skin knit back together and his heart pounded in his chest he sensed something off about it. Not just its size, but something about its essence was wrong.

Martin had grabbed a broken branch and was holding it like a club, the dog was growling and looked ready to attack the wolf, but Jon held out a hand. “Don’t!”

“That thing nearly killed you!”

“It’s cursed, Martin, it’s not doing this because it wants to.” Placing the tortoiseshell on the ground he took a few cautious steps towards the wolf, one hand outstretched. It snarled at him, crouching down as though preparing to strike again, but Jon tried to reach out with his powers. He was a cat god, but he hoped he could at least calm the thing down from whatever blind rage it had succumbed to. As he drew nearer he saw something wrapped around the beast’s neck, a leather cord so dirty it was almost indistinguishable from its fur. The energy emanating from the cord was the cause of the strange feeling he’d sensed, could that be the source of the curse? “We need to get the cord off its neck.”

“How are we supposed to do that? I doubt we can get close enough.” Martin frowned, but at least he didn’t seem like he was going to attack the wolf.

“Do you have a knife of some sort?” Jon supposed that being the god of cats it was unusual for him to not have “claws” of some sort, but he didn’t like hurting living things. In the future he might start carrying something around, just in case he needed it.

“Oh, yeah! Hang on.” Martin dropped the branch and fumbled at his waist before tossing something to Jon, who barely managed to catch it. Fortunately the knife was still in its leather sheath, the wooden handle was worn but the blade gleamed as though it had been freshly sharpened. Upon seeing it the wolf snarled, baring its teeth and crouching down as though readying to pounce.

“That’s what I was worried about.” Jon sheathed the knife again and approached the beast slowly, trying not to startle it. Fortunately the wolf did not attack, but it didn’t relax either, its ice-blue eyes focused on him.

When he was in front of it he grasped the leather cord in one hand and had to resist the urge to cry out in agony. Jon wasn’t the target of this particular curse, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the malice that had gone into it. A deer, sacred to the Goddess of the Wild, had been slain by accident and the hunter had been turned into a bloodthirsty monster in return. The wolf howled, out of pain or sadness he didn’t know, but he managed to pull out the knife and cut the cord. It fell to the ground, turning into a pile of ash, and Jon felt his knees buckle.

When his vision cleared Martin was kneeling next to him, and before him lay a woman. Her clothes were tattered, caked in blood and dirt, her blond hair coming out of its messy braid. The dog sniffed at her prone form, occasionally nudging her cheek with his nose or pawing at her as though it was concerned. Jon could see that she was breathing, but no doubt she was exhausted from whatever the curse had done to her.

“This is the beast?” Martin looked taken aback, that the monster who’d slaughtered and wounded animals was just a human. “She looks so... innocent.”

“Everyone looks innocent when they’re asleep. She’s a hunter, but she accidentally chose the wrong prey and angered a god.” Jon sighed, getting to his feet and once more checking his hood.

The cat wound its way between his legs, rubbing up against them and purring. “You did it master!”

“I can carry her back to town.” Jon blinked, not sure he’d understood Martin. “What? We can’t just leave her here, it’d be best to bring her to a healer so someone can take a look at her.”

“Right, of course.” He’d forgotten that humans were so fragile, although Jon could sense that some part of the curse had not left the woman. She had been changed by it, marked by the wild.

The trip back through the forest was quiet, neither of them felt much like talking as they picked their way through the trees. The sun had started to set and Jon had to rely on his night vision to guide them, all the while hoping that Martin wouldn’t ask how he could see so well in the dark, or notice the unusual shine to his eyes. Once they’d entered town a handful of cats approached him, all of them thanking him for getting rid of the beast.

“Wow,” Martin gaped at the welcome party. “Cats really like you, huh?”

“You could say that.” Jon replied, unable to hide his smirk.

It was fortunate that the healer recognized the woman and agreed to treat her free of charge because Jon had no money whatsoever. His followers were mainly cats, and it wasn’t like they were in the business of giving him spare change. The healer called the woman “Daisy,” although the name didn’t seem to fit the huge wolf she’d been mere hours ago. Then again, Jon wasn’t exactly the best name for a god of cats and it was still his name.

It was only when Martin stopped at a crossroads and pointed down one of the streets did Jon remember that their partnership had been temporary. “I live down that way, I’m sure if you ask someone they’ll be able to point you in my direction.”

“Right...” It was strange, he’d only known Martin for a short amount of time and yet he felt a pang of sadness in his chest. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Goodnight, Jon.” Martin smiled and began to walk away, the dog bounding off down the street.

“Goodnight, Martin.”

When he returned to his temple and settled down on the pile of blankets he called a bed Jon thought about his day. While he’d originally set off to find the beast because his followers had asked it of him, he hadn’t actually done anything godlike. Sure, he’d figured out that the wolf was cursed and managed to break the cord, but it hadn’t really been that difficult. Apart from getting injured twice, that was. Jon thought of Martin’s kindness when the dog had knocked him over, of his flushed face when he was embarrassed, of his bravery when preparing to fight the beast. As his eyes drifted shut he considered how odd it was, that after being a god for so long it only took one day for him to suddenly feel so very human.

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One day I will not get ideas for an event the day of said event. Credit to the Magnus Writer’s server for the plot bunny, and thanks to @ravendarkwood for the beta!

[unsaidmar]

Call.

a/n: hello peeps! this is a request! thank you for liking what i write, it means the world to me. love y'all. requests still open. 

wc: 1.5k hehe

warning: mentions of death, curse words, sad stuff.

pairing: spencer x bau! reader.

plot: For the first time, you’re not where he is. It drives you crazy. 

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You considered yourself quite the resilient person. Emotions got to you but never incapacitated you. Danger was a given in the career path you had chosen and the prospect of it was something you were used to, but never like this. It was always your own life you were worried about, but the BAU had taken the grasp you had on your job and your reality and completely redifined it.

Being guarded with your emotions and affections was a defense mechanism you had developed thanks to your experience in law enforcement. People always got hurt and you had to move on from it, that’s just how it was. But the BAU was the one to break the mold.

Those people had been through a lot together, the good, the bad and the ugly. They had seen it all and done it all, and now you were a part of it. They took you in and accepted you like you hadn’t just joined the team and you let them. Soon enough, Rossi was walling you “kid” and kissing both your cheeks when he greeted you, Morgan was fist bumping you when you made stupid jokes and you were going out to dinner with Emily, JJ and Penelope. Not one of them hesitated to put their life on the line with or for you, and it shook your world.

All of a sudden it wasn’t just yourself you had to worry about, because every person walking into burning buildings and hostage situations with you was your family. You loved every one of them and losing them scared you a lot, enough to feel like your heart was beating out of your chest whenever they were in danger.

And still, you had to go and fall in love.

Spencer had woven himself into your life, your routine, your work life and eventually your heart. It felt like he was marking his territory before he knew he was doing it, something resembling a person moving into your home, but the things he left behind were more than a toothbrush or a book. He left his mark in little things you incorporated into your life and it slowly transformed the both of you into a collage of each other.

He started drinking soy milk when you convinced him it was not bad and that subjecting himself to the pain of being lactose intolerant and still consuming milk, wasn’t worth it. You stopped leaving your windows open at night when he freaked you out about stray cats taking residence in your couch and potential burglars getting in. And those absolutely inconsequential things were forever going to be a gift you had given each other, no matter what came out of your relationship, even if you went your separate ways. Which, you never did.

Three years into working at the BAU, and two into your relationship with Spencer, you got married. The both of you figured that the wait was not necessary because you knew very early on that that was it, you were it. Next thing you knew, your fourth wedding anniversary was coming up, and so were many other things.

After getting kidnapped and shot, you were never the same. You had come to terms with dying, you wanted it to happen so you didn’t have to deal with the inevitable trauma that came with surviving, but you weren’t that lucky. Everyone had been worried about you and the living ghost look you were sporting. It looked like you were re living the situation in your head every moment you were awake, and that was indeed the case. It haunted you when you were sleeping and it consumed you when you were awake, so Hotch made you take a break.

Stubbornness was your thing, so he took away your badge any other form of ID that could get you into the building, he didn’t answer your calls and only texted your work cellphone to ask you to stop asking him to reinstate you. Being alone with your thoughts was hell. Having your family out there risking their lives without you was even worse.

“Hey Spence, it’s me again… um... could you let me know if you’ve been getting my texts? It’s just that… you never not text me back and I’m getting worried. Is that too much? I’m probably being ridiculous. Anyways, call me back. Or text. Just let me know you’re okay. I love you.” You sighed and put your phone down for what felt like the twentieth time in the last half hour.

This had never been the case. You were never the worried spouse that had to rely on phone calls or texts to communicate or to even know your husband was alive. It made you empathize with Will, with Haley. It made you want to ask them for advice on not going crazy. Your mind was already going rouge.

I can’t be a widow. I can’t mourn the love of my life, how does anyone? What happens if I lose him? How foolish of me to have dismissed this when we got married. We’re FBI agents, for the love of God. We point guns and have them pointed back at us for a living. I’ll have to take my ring off. Do I keep it? I can’t look at it if he’s gone. Who picks out the dress for the funeral? If I have to do it, I’ll go insane. I can’t bury him; I can’t go watch them lower him to the ground. I will just cremate him and split his ashes so his mom has him too. His mom. That woman won’t be able to bear outliving her baby. God, please pick up the fucking phone.

You: Honey, please text me back!!! Have someone text me for you, idc.

You: Spence, charge your phone.

You: Why is Derek not texting me back either?

You: Are you angry at me?

You: I’d rather you tell me if you’re angry. Don’t ghost me when you’re on a case.

You: Spencer.

You: I’m calling Penny.

Three rings it took for Penelope to answer.

“Hi my sweet, beautiful, ____. How can I be of assistance to you at this indecent hour of the morning/night?” She chirped, her tone already relaxing you. She would be the first to know if something had gone wrong.

“Hi Penny, do you have any word on the team? I keep calling and texting Spencer and he hasn’t gotten back to me. It’s been like three hours.” You said, holding back the tears.

“Oh, sweet stuff. Last I heard, they were delivering the profile. They’re in Kansas and there was a tornado warning. The power is out. Maybe all of their phones ran out of battery.” She tried to reassure you, like always, already knowing what was happening in your head. “Is everything okay? Have you slept?”

“Not really. Spence stopped replying and I got anxious.”

“Don’t worry hun, bad news travel fast.”

“Yeah, yeah… you’re right. I should…”

Before you could finish your sentence, the door creaked open and you saw a defeated looking Spencer hang his jacket and take his shoes off trying to be quiet, assuming you were asleep. You felt the color come back to your face and you dropped the phone on the couch without even making sure you had ended the call.

“Oh, thank God.” You ran to him and aggressively hugged him. Much to your embarrassment, the tears you were trying so hard to hold back were now streaming down your face.

“Hey, hey…” He took in your appearance and instantly worried about you. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

“What the fuck happened to your phone? And everyone else’s for that matter!” You said, letting go of him and raising your voice without meaning to. Spencer knew you never yelled, so he was taken aback by your words.

“It died, ___, four hours ago, the power went out and the generator wasn’t working. Why are you screaming?” He rushed out.

“Because you never texted me back and I thought you were dead!” Your voice was a lot calmer now, much more frustrated and tired.

“Honey, I’m so sorry, everything happened so fast, I didn’t even think about my phone. I didn’t mean to make you angry; I promise.”

“I’m not angry, baby. At least not at you. I hate being here and not out there with you. I can’t sit around and wait for you to give me proof of life. it’s driving me insane and it has only happened once.” You groaned, choking back quiet sobs now. “I can’t lose you. I can’t be the last to find out.” You fell to the couch like your legs had stopped working.

Your husband was looking at you like he didn’t even think about that, like the realization had just hit him. You couldn’t blame him, neither of you were used to that dynamic of checking your phones because the one person you would want to update was always along for the ride.

“Baby, you’re not going to lose me. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll care more about my phone. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He said, crouching to be eye to eye with you and taking your hands.

“No, no..I’m sorry. I’m being ridiculous, I went crazy. You shouldn’t have to do that…” You kissed his knuckles and slid down the couch to sit on the floor with him. All you wanted was to be near him. You put your arms around his neck and whispered. “I love you, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was losing it. I’m not used to this feeling of not knowing where you are or if you’re okay, I felt helpless.”

“It’s okay hun, I get it, I love you too. We’re both new to this whole being-a part thing. If I’m honest, I don’t like it.” He pulled you to his lap so you were tangled up like a koala.

“I hate it. It 's the worst. I’m done with this break”

“Hotch is just looking out for you, he wanted to give you your space after the accident. You can talk to him and see how he feels about you coming back.” His reassuring words were already lightening the mood, and you were grateful he was fine. Once the adrenaline died down, the sleep you had been missing hit you like a ton of bricks. You stifled a yawn and planted a kiss on Spencer’s forehead.

“You’re tired. Let’s go to sleep.” He took notice of your droopy eyelids and went to stand up. “Have you been awake all this time?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t just go to bed.” You replied, removing yourself from his lap and taking his hand.

“Come on, let’s crash. I’m off tomorrow, we don’t have to wake up early.”

Oh, thank the lord.

“I’ll go to sleep, but I have one condition.” You said with your best attempt at a mischievous grin.

“What is it?” Spencer asked, knowing that tone and that face all too well.

“Get a stupid portable charger.”