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Accepted. One of the best things Y/n had read in a long time. Getting accepted into her top choice. She had applied on a whim, not thinking she would get in. When the letter came she was sure she was rejected. Especially since the art program was fairly good at the school and some had told her it was harder to get into. But here she was two years later. Now in her junior year and one of the top students in the program. Even if that meant sacrificing her social life for it.

The extent of Y/n’s interactions with her schoolmates was limited to projects. Pairing up with a couple of people in class and photographing the other majors with their permission. The campus itself was the perfect backdrop for every photo. Even out of class, she was photographing everything, getting people in the background too, just wanting to document the experience to show her family when she visited them.

Adjusting to not living with her family was a weird experience. Her family called and texted her every day for the first few months of her freshman year. Just making sure she was settling in alright. She wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, keeping to herself. So it was natural for her family to worry about her being on her own. Was it anxiety-inducing at first? Yes. But she’d settled in pretty well after a while.

College parties were never really her thing either. She’d focused on her projects and classes and voluntarily chose to miss other aspects of her college experience. Even with her family telling her it was okay to post once in a while. Parties, dating, making friends, all that she put aside.

But there was always a bug that crawled out of the woodwork and bit. And this one had to be around Halloween. Hyunjin— someone she was acquainted with from their sharing school art program — had invited her to his housemate's Halloween party. Probably since he was inviting everyone else in the class and didn’t want her to feel excluded.

At the time she just offered him a smile and said okay. Not planning on going at the time, maybe just staying in and watching horror movies. Her usual plans always seemed to work but for some reason, she decided to go. Maybe make a few friends too.

Y/n managed to find a costume that wasn’t super skimpy but was still cute enough to pass. She knew no one really took the holiday seriously in their early adult years and didn’t want to stand out too much. She got dressed the night of the party and walked down to the house the party was at. It wasn’t too far from the campus dormitories. Some people were out in front of the house whenever she walked up.

Anxiety about walking into a new place filled her. Especially with how packed it was. All the bodies just made the room even more hot too. She weaved her way through her crowd of drunk college students, not trying to be rude or anything. The bass from the speakers thumped against her skull as she made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a drink would calm her nerves a bit.

She managed to break free from the bodies and get to the alcohol. Red cups thrown about on the counter. She found the clean stack and searched for liquor and mixers. Debating the large variety the house had.

“Looking for something specific?” A voice showed over the music

She tore her gaze away from the alcohol and was met with a fit about her age. She had zero clue who he was in all honesty.

“No, just debating what sounds good right now,” She replied, still having to yell over the music

“I’m Jisung,” the guy introduced himself, holding his hand out to her

“I’m Y/n,” she shook his hand and ordered a small smile. Now she kind of knew one person here.

“I haven’t seen you around before.”

“This is not really my scene,” Y/n laughed as she grabbed a bottle of tequila. “I usually just keep to myself.”

“I feel it. This whole party was honestly my roommate's idea. I can’t escape if I wanted to,” Jisung laughed. “What’s your major?”

“I’m an art major, focusing on photography,” Y/n told him

“That’s cool! I’m a music major.”

It felt nice having someone to talk to here. Y/n began wondering what she was missing out on the last couple of years. She and Jisung talked for a few more moments till Jisung got dragged off and promised to come back in a few minutes. Y/n just nodded and sipped her drink. She stood off to the side, out of other people’s way. Waiting for her new friend to come back. She eventually started wandering through the party. Getting stopped and made some small talk with her classmates, making her way back to the kitchen for another drink when she finished hers. A couple more times throughout the night she talked to Jisung again and met a couple of his friends— Felix and Chan.

She rarely was ever drunk. She had a drink here and there. Had one or two when she went out with family members for dinner or something. Maybe it was the fact it did help ease her anxiety about the whole situation a bit. She felt more outgoing in the moment. Especially when she saw someone she had a small crush on.

Minho was popular— not that he wanted to be. He was very humble about his popularity. He was ninety percent sure it was because of his looks and maybe his skill as a dancer. All night— didn’t matter if he was talking with his friends or not— he’d been having drunk girls try and get at him. He was used to it but their level of intoxicity and their very outgoing way of trying to get him to bed was annoying him. He’d be happy if he could lock himself in his room for the night.

But here he was, talking with Changbin as yet another girl was approaching both of them. He could barely hear her over the music anyway but he mostly tuned out what he could. Telling his friend he was going to get another drink and then walking off. Not giving the drunk girl a chance to follow him.

Minho weaved his way through the crowd. Weaving between bodies since no one knew how to keep a path clear for others. Accidentally pumped a bit too hard into one girl as a guy took a step back into him.

“Sorry,” Minho said to the girl, having wrapped an arm around her so she didn’t fall. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Y/n said, suddenly every bit of her introverted self coming out again.

“You sure?” Minho asked

“Yes. Sorry!” Y/n replied, face feeling hot as his arm fell from her side, “I’m—”

She couldn’t do much to introduce herself when Minho was already walking off. She sighed and sipped her drink. Maybe a couple more drinks and she could try again. Maybe she should just save herself the embarrassment and go home. She could tell he wasn’t in the mood even if she had a few drinks in her system.

“Why the sad face?” Jisung’s voice came from next to her. Scaring her a bit

“Party is starting to be too much,” Y/n replied

“Hang here. I’ll grab you some water,” Jisung told her.

“Thanks…” Y/n said as he went off to the kitchen after grabbing her cup of alcohol from her.

Y/n stood in her spot, waiting for her new friend to come back. Jisung came back after a few minutes and handed her a bottle of water, opening the cap for her and handing it to her.

“Want to get some air too? I know it’s hot in here.”

“Yes please,” Y/n said and sipped the cold water.

Jisung led her out to the front yard and sat with her on a couple of unoccupied chairs. The cold air felt good after being in a stuffy house for so long. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you,” Y/n smiled

“No problem. I know it can all be too much sometimes,” Jisung replied. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I don’t want to bother you more. I can get home by myself. I live on campus anyways.”

“I’m not letting you walk back to campus this late!” Jisung protested, “Let me find one of my friends and let them know where I’m going.”

Before Y/n could say anything else, Jisung had already disappeared back into the house. She felt bad just getting up and leaving like she had originally planned. Instead, she patiently waited and sipped her water. Staying to get cold in the material of the costume.

Jisung came out of the house a few moments later. He helped her up and the two started walking down the street together. Y/n wrapped her arms around her to provide warmth from the autumn air.

“Are you cold?” Jisung asked

“I’ll be fine. It’s a short walk to the campus dormitory.”

“I should have grabbed a jacket when I went inside.”

“It’s fine. You walking me back is more than enough.”

The walk was mostly silent. The occasional talk about their classes and their day-to-day lives filled the night.

“Wait. You’ve been here for two years and haven’t made a single friend?” Jisung asked

“I didn’t have time to socialize. I honestly wasn’t planning to go to the party anyways…”

“Well, we’re friends now! Now you have one. Though I’m sure Felix considers you a friend. Even if you guys had one conversation tonight, he’ll still count it! And don’t you and Hyunjin in the art program together?”

“Yeah. I don’t really talk to people. I just do my work and if I'm in a group protection I'm still pretty quiet. Though I’m sure I’ve photographed everyone on campus at some point or another.”

“Ooh! You should show me your photos sometime! I want to see your work!” Jisung rambled

It felt nice to have somewhat of a friend now. Jisung made sure to walk her up to her dorm room and they two exchanged numbers as well before he started his walk back home and Y/n went into her dorm. She took a shower and put on her pajamas before crawling into bed.

Y/n carried on her day-to-day life after the Halloween party. Going to class, focusing on her assignments, and taking photos in the quad. Just now Jisung seemed to be popping up randomly.

“What are you taking photos of?” Jisung asked, sneaking up behind her

“Jesus!” Y/n half-yelled

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologized

“It’s fine. Just not used to it.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Just taking photos. I like capturing the campus scenery.” Y/n shrugged

“Can I see?”

“Sure…” Y/n hadn’t shown anyone except her teachers her photos before.

Y/n opened her camera’s library and turned the screen to him. Jisung took the camera from her hands and scrolled through the photos.

“I’m not a professional and barely know the first thing about pro photography but these are great!” Jisung complimented

“Thanks,” Y/n smiled, feeling proud of her work at that moment

“Oh! You have some of the dance crew!”

“Yeah. I joined the school paper on a whim this year and they have me photographing sports…”

“That’s why Felix said he recognized you at the party. Oh, there he is!”

Jisung spent the next few moments trying to find all the photos she had taken of his friend in her camera. “You even got good photos of Minho.”

“You know Minho?”

“Yeah. We share a room at the house.”

Y/n’s eyes went wide for a moment as she processed the information. She had somehow befriended one of her crush’s friends, let alone his roommate. Jisung seemed oblivious to her reaction. He handed her camera back to her with a smile. “You should come to my music group’s next performance and take photos of us! I’m sure Chan and Changbin would love it too!”

“Yeah. Just let me know when,” Y/n smiled

“I’ll text you! I’ve got to run to class before I’m late!”

Jisung took off before she could do anything. She just agreed to whatever he said, not fully processing it. She shook her head and looked at the time. She was done with her classes for the day but wasn’t quite ready to go back to her dorm. She sighed and went to the library to study for some of her classes.

She sat quietly at one of the library tables. Textbooks open as she scanned through and wrote down the important information she needed for her class. Her headphones were in as she listened to her music. The background noise helping keep her focused on her work.

Minho was also stuck in the library. Working on some homework. Anything was better than doing said work at home with seven other people to interrupt his peace. The campus library had been his safe space since he started and decided to get a house with his seven friends. Now he was in his last year of college and could get away from all this soon.

He wasn’t getting away from Jisung though. Even in the quiet library, he wasn’t safe from his best friend.

“There you are,” Jisung quietly said and took a seat next to his friend.

“I need a better hiding spot,” Minho sarcastically told his friend

“You’re in a better mood.”

“I’m not getting hounded today.”

“Explains a lot.” Jisung shrugged and took out his homework

The two fell into silence until Jisung became a bit bored and poked his friend. It was soon stopped by a glare and a quick apology. The younger one laid his head on the table and then looked around the library. “Do you know Y/n?” Jisung suddenly asked

“Who?” Minho asked

“She’s in the school paper. She’s photographed the dance team. Figured you might have met her, Felix has.”

“Are you comparing me to Felix?” Minho asked

“No, but I was curious. She doesn’t have many friends. I invited her to the next 3RACHA performance.”

“You’re trying to get her more friends, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been the kid with no friends before so I kind of feel bad.”

“I remember when you were trying to fight everyone in the house for the smallest things.”

“I’m a changed man.”

“Because of Chan.”

Jisung didn’t disagree with him as Minho finished up his homework. Jisung had given up on finishing his and took out his phone. Replying to some text messages he had. Y/n was one of the people he had texted.

Jisung: 3Racha has a performance this weekend! It’s at Miroh!

Y/n looked at the text message on her screen. She figured out what Jisung was attempting to do since the Halloween party and claimed they were friends. She was grateful he was trying to break her out of her shell and she couldn’t exactly come up with an excuse either. She had also processed that he had asked her to photograph them at their performance earlier in the day. And she agreed to it.

Y/n: Where’s that at? :’( Jisung: You haven’t been to Miroh before?? Y/n: No. I don’t have friends and I’m terrified of going places by myself Jisung: How about I pick you up then? You can ride with me and my friends then hang out with them while I’m up on stage Y/n: Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude… Jisung: Yeah! The guys won’t mind. Oh! Since you’re in the library, come over and meet Minho! He’ll be there too so you won’t just have Felix when me, chan and changbin are on stage Y/n: How do you know I’m in the library?? Jisung: I came in to annoy Minho and try and do homework and saw you when I walked in. You had your headphones on so I didn’t say anything Y/n: oh

Y/n had finished her work and was just packing up when she saw the message from Jisung. She finished packing her things up when she looked around for Jisung. Seeing him standing at a table with Minho. After the party and her run-in with the dancer, she wasn’t hopeful it would go well. She could barely even think of just getting up and leaving when the music major spotted her and made his way over to her. His friend following not far behind

“Did you just finish?” Jisung asked her

“Yeah. Did you even work or just talk to people?”

“Bit of both,” Jisung shrugged as the dancer walked up behind him, “This is Minho. Min, this is Y/n.”

“Hi,” Y/n timidly said

“Hey,” Minho greeted back

Minho recognized her from the Halloween party. He had seen her in the dance studio with a camera a couple of times. He just never knew her name.

The trio walked out of the library together and Y/n said goodbye to the two and made her way back to her dorm hall. The two boys went off to head back to their home. Jisung filled in Minho that they were picking up Y/n and giving her a ride to Miroh over the weekend. The older man nodded in agreement.

When the day of the performance came Y/n offered to meet Jisung at his house so it was one less stop for the group. At first, Jisung protested on her walking down but she told him she was already on her way down. She was a bit nervous about the whole outing so the walk helped clear her head a bit. By the time she got to the house the group was outside already, Jisung introduced her to everyone she didn’t know yet before the group went back to their previous discussion of the car assignments, and how they were getting nine people there.

“Take three cars, three people in each car,” Chan said which the guys all seemed to agree with

It was decided Chan, Minho, and Hyunjin would drive/be DDs for the group. Seungmin and Changbin rode with Chan. Jeongin and Felix took Hyunjin’s car while Han and Y/n were with Minho. Y/n took the backseat of the car while Minho and Jisung were in the front. The bar was about a twenty-minute drive from the house. Y/n stayed pretty quiet in the back of the car while music played. The two friends in the front talked a little and tried including Y/n. She appreciated it and it helped her nerves a little till they finally got to the bar.

The group managed to find parking spots pretty close together and headed into the bar. The rap group still had some time before they had to perform. A few of the guys took orders and grabbed some drinks from the bar while the others found a couple of tables and pushed them together. Minho had pulled a seat out for Y/n and motioned for her to sit. Hesitantly she sat down with the rest of the group.

The performers themselves talked about their performance as the rest of the group came back with drinks. Making sure everyone got the right drink. Everyone settled in with their drinks and waited for the performance to start.

Y/n felt out of place amongst the friends, even when they did include her in the conversation. Her life just seemed boring compared to the others. They all had some interesting lives or things that were big going on with their majors. 3Racha was about to perform, the dance members— Minho, Felix, and Hyunjin (whom she learned only minored in the art program and was a dance major)— had some competitions for the school and outside of the school coming up. Seungmin— a law major— had won another debate and Jeongin— an education major— was going to be working at a daycare over the summer. Y/n felt like she had nothing going on. Just some photos no one would probably look at.

As soon as the boys were called to the stage, Y/n grabbed her camera from her bag and made sure all her settings were good. “Are you going up to the stage?” Minho asked next to her

“Yeah. If it’s not too crowded,” Y/n said

“Do you want me to go with you?” Minho questioned

“Oh! We should all go up!” Felix suggested

“They can feel our support from back here,” Seungmin interjected

“Then stay here,” Hyunjin said

Jeongin and Seungmin stayed at the tables while she, Felix, Minho, and Hyunjin went up to the stage. Felix and Hyunjin mainly went to be the hype men for their friends while Minho stayed close to Y/n so no one got in the way of the photos. Y/n felt more anxious with Minho standing close by. She had barely talked to him since his demeanor at the Halloween party.

She did her best not to let it get to her as she got her photos. She didn’t know what to expect from the music group. She had heard the name 3Racha before around campus but seeing them perform was a different scenario. She did enjoy the music and got some pretty good shots from the performance. She only saw how good they were when she sat back at the table after the show.

The group congratulated them on the show. Jisung asked to see the photos as soon as she sat down with them. Y/n let him go through them and show them around the table. She felt flustered when everyone gave her props for her work, even though it wasn’t edited yet.

The group stayed for a few more hours at the bar, enjoying the other performances and some drinks. They all ended up calling it a night. Minho and Jisung took Y/n back to the campus dorms before going back to their home

“What do you think of Y/n?” Jisung asked his roommate on the drive back

“I don’t think she likes me very much,” Minho answered

“You probably scare her.”

“You know, one day you might not wake up.”

Minho knew she was shy from what Jisung had told him and what he had observed. He knew he could be a little intimidating at times but he felt bad he had given her that impression.

Jisung on the other hand was curious. Pulling his phone from his pocket and texting his new friend.

Jisung: Do you like Minho? Y/n: What?? Jisung: Like as a friend. He thinks you’re scared of him Y/n: oh Yeah? Idk? Jisung: ?? Y/n: He bumped into me at the Halloween party before you got me water. He seemed kind of annoyed when I went to introduce myself so I didn’t think he liked me very much… Which I don’t expect him to. Ik he’s popular and there are more interesting people than me Jisung: oh, he was annoyed the whole party. I promise it wasn’t bc of you. If anything it was all the drunk girls trying to sleep with him Y/n: idk :( I had a few drinks too… maybe he just saw another drunk girl then… Jisung: you were not THAT drunk. You could still walk and form words lol Y/n: I still think he doesn’t like me very much Jisung: and he thinks you don’t like him very much Y/n: I don’t! He just makes me a bit nervous Jisung: oh, you like like min ;) Y/n: so does every girl on campus :( I’m not special

Jisung knew something would come about. If someone didn’t like Minho, he didn’t care much. So Jisung knew his friends' thoughts and feelings the moment he said that Y/n didn’t seem to like him very much. He didn’t that night plotting.

No matter how much plotting he did, he knew his friends were idiots. He’d do everything but lock them in a room together. He told the rest of the house about Y/n’s lack of friends and what he suspected was anxiety about making them but he wasn’t sure.

The group always offered to include her in things and sometimes she did accept the offers. Over time she started to feel like more of a friend to them and less of an intrusion. She still kept quiet about ninety percent of the time though.

She’d given 3Racha the photos she had taken, fully edited, and let them do what they wanted with them. Jisung told her a lot of people on campus loved the photos when they put them on their social media which gave her somewhat of an ego for a few moments.

Minho didn’t know exactly what Jisung was plotting but he did know his friend had been acting differently since the day after their performance. He could corner him and ask but he couldn’t complain too much now.

He’d refuse to admit it to anyone— except maybe Chan — but he was glad Jisung was bringing Y/n around more. He thought she was cute when his younger friend had officially introduced them in the library. He had barely spared her much of a glance at the party. Maybe if he did she wouldn’t be too scared of him. But now, after a few months, that dislike or whatever was disappearing.

He’d catch her around campus and go out of his way to say hi and ask her about her day. Minho appreciated that she didn’t try and flirt with him like the rest of the girls on campus. He could be himself.

Currently, he was in the school's quad with her. He spotted her looking at her camera and chose to keep her company.

“What are you taking photos of?” He asked as he walked up and took a seat next to her on the bench

Y/n offered him a smile, “Whatever interests me today.”

“So the usual?” he joked

“Pretty much.” Y/n agreed

Minho smiled as she got up and stepped a few feet away, spotting something to photograph. Minho took out his phone after a few moments and responded to a few messages he had disregarded earlier. Y/n was taking photos of some of the flowers that were planted. She turned around once she snapped a few and looked at Minho.

He seemed ignorant to her turning around and the sun was hitting all his angles perfectly. She focused her lens on him and snapped a couple of photos. Slowly Minho looked up at her, hearing the camera shutter as she took the photos.

“When did I become your model?” Minho asked as she pulled away from the viewfinder

“You’ve been my model before,” Y/n defended

“I don’t think I’m dancing right now,” Minho told her

“No, but it was a good photo opportunity.”

“Let me see.”

Y/n walked back to him and handed him the camera. Minho took the camera and looked through the photos she had taken of him before getting out of the photos and going back to the camera. He sat up, held up the viewfinder, and snapped a photo before Y/n realized what he was doing. Once she processed it while he snapped a few more, she moved to grab the camera from him.

“Hey!” Y/n said grabbing her camera.

Minho chuckled as she took her seat back next to him. “Let me see my work,” he said between laughs

“No,” Y/n said as she went to look over at the photos. Minho just looked over her shoulder before she could delete the photos.

“I did a good job,” Minho said. “You look good too. Very photographic.”

“Don’t lie,” Y/n grumbled as she deleted the photos and tried to hide her flushed face from him

“I’m not lying,” Minho told her. “You look good. In and out of the photos.”

Y/n hesitated to delete the last photo. Minho did take a good photo of her. She couldn’t deny that.

“What are you doing later?” Minho asked, watching her hesitate, and stopped looking over her shoulder.

“Probably nothing. Maybe homework,” Y/n answered and shut her camera off. Packing it up in her camera bag

“Do you want to get takeout and come over instead? I can kick Ji out.”

Y/n turned to look at him. Ninety-nine percent sure she was hallucinating what he just said. “Huh?” she asked

“Do you want to come over after you’re last class? Order food or I can cook,” Minho repeated

“I— just us?”

“I mean, I’m sure someone else will be at the house but ideally, yeah. Just us.”

“Like, like a date?” Y/n asked, scared but hopeful at the same time

“Yeah.”

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you’re out of my league?”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” Minho smirked, “Come over for dinner. I’ll kick the others out of the house.”

“O-okay,” Y/n agreed

“When’s your last class?”

“I don’t have any more classes. I have all morning classes.”

“Come on. We can go shopping for ingredients.” Minho stood and adjusted the bag on his shoulder

“I don’t want to make you cook,” Y/n closed up her bag and stood with him, gathering the rest of her things.

“I like cooking. Come on,” Minho said

Y/n walked with him to the parking lot. Minho opened the door for her before getting in his side of the car. The two drove down to the supermarket while Minho questioned her on what she wanted to eat.

She was wondering why Lee Minho would ask her out. Or offer to cook for her. Her brain seemed to just go into autopilot for responses. In the store, she stayed close to the dancer. She was trying to stay out of other people’s way and helping with grabbing ingredients. Even if he protested she didn’t need to. It was the least she could do.

When they checked out, Y/n felt more at ease as they drove back to the house. Minho had made sure to text his friends to either not corner them or not come home. They even seemed a bit shocked at this development but ultimately Chan offered to take the other six out for dinner which the younger ones graciously accepted.

“Do you want any help?” Y/n asked after they— mostly Minho— carried in their shopping bags from the car and set them on the counter.

“No. I got it covered,” Minho said and took his bag to his room. Y/n quietly sat at the bar and took out the homework she had planned to do.

Minho came back after a few moments to find her doing the work he took her away from. He smiled to himself as he got to work. Washing his hands and starting to cook. He would occasionally look over at her to check on her and ask her how her work was going.

Y/n was honestly barely focusing on her work— she’d done most of it earlier anyway. She was watching Minho cook. He seemed a natural in the kitchen. Moved with ease, just like he was dancing.

“How come you didn’t go to culinary school?” Y/n asked

“Dance is what I’m passionate about. Cooking is just something I like doing for my friends. Plus I’m good at it.”

“How good?” Y/n asked

“You’ll see,” Minho smiled back at her, “Finish your homework. You won’t graduate if you don’t.”

“I’ll be fine,” Y/n told him

“Homework.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes and turned back to her homework while he cooked. Both taking moments to watch the other one work. Y/n finished up her last boy off work and put away her things. Patiently waiting for Minho to finish, not knowing what to do now.

She just admired him working. He moved around the kitchen with ease, even when he plated the food. Y/n smiled as he set the food in front of her and thanked him. Minho smiled and sat down next to her at the bar. Y/n took a bite of the food and looked at him. “You should be a chef!” Y/n exclaimed

Minho just smiled as he started eating. Y/n enjoyed probably the best meal she had had since she left home for college. She felt more relaxed than ever around Minho. She had forgotten for a moment that this was technically a date. It just felt natural to hang out with him now. Even if he didn’t give her the best impression when they had first met. He was trying now even if he didn’t know at first.

Y/n did find it weird— being the best word she could use to describe the feeling— when one of the more popular guys that everyone seemed to like was with her during their free time. They weren’t official but they were together often. Whether it was by themselves or with the rest of their friends. The rest of Minho’s housemates all knew before they did things would be official eventually.

“Did I scare you when we first met?” Minho asked her as they were lying in her dorm bed, her roommate gone for the weekend.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked

“You just seemed scared of me when Ji introduced us,” Minho explained

“You didn’t scare me,” Y/n said, cuddling into him. Winter was setting in now and he had become her personal heater. “Just when you bumped into me at the Halloween party you seemed annoyed when I tried talking to you…”

“That was you?” Minho asked

“Yeah…”

“I was annoyed that night but not because of you,” Minho told her, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

“I don’t blame you. I’m pretty boring…”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m an art major Min. It’s not really a useful career. Sometimes I wonder why you talk to me or even ask me on dates to begin with.”

“Because I like being around you. You’re easy to be around and I like your creativity.”

“You don’t want someone more in your league? Prettier? Cooler?”

“You’re prettier and cooler than you give yourself credit for,” Minho told her and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’d be happy to call you my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?!” Y/n’s head shot up and looked at him

“Yeah. I want you to be my girlfriend.” Minho chuckled

Y/n’s face flushed. She had guessed it would eventually get to here but now that the words had left his lips she was at a loss for words.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Y/n nodded her head as Minho laughed. Resting his head on her forehead, “Is that a yes to being my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” Y/n quietly said.

Minho smiled and placed a peck on her lips. The kiss was too fast for Y/n. She watched her boyfriend’s reaction to him pulling away then pressed another kiss to her lips. Giving her time to return the affection.

Y/n moved her lips with his before he pulled away again. “You’re a good kisser kitten.”

“Kitten?”

“Yeah. My kitten.”

Minho wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her close to his chest. That’s how they stayed for the weekend. Cuddled up together and only pulled away to use the bathroom or get food. Y/n felt like she was on cloud nine with Minho. He walked her to her classes when he had the time and made her any food she asked for. Even when he joked and appeared he didn’t want to. He was always doing things for her. And Y/n never felt happier in the last month of them being together.

“Want to spend the night this weekend ?” Minho asked his girlfriend after walking her to her last class, “Ji’s going to his parent’s house for the weekend so I don’t have to kick him out.”

“The others won’t mind?” Y/n asked

“No. As long as you don’t mind the guys being obnoxiously loud while we’re locked in my room avoiding them,” Minho smiled

“Okay,” Y/n smiled back

“I’ll see you after class,” Minho told her and picked her lips.

Y/n watched her boyfriend walk down the hallway to his class and entered her own. Now, a little too excited for her class to end. She was ready to bolt out of her class as they were dismissed. She tried giving her boyfriend time to get back to her classroom but she still managed to get out before him.

She waited outside her class for him. Leaning against the wall till he snuck up to her and wrapped his kissed her forehead. Y/n looked at her boyfriend, “Hi.”

“Hey. How was class?” He asked as he took her hand. Heading to her dorm so she could grab a few things before heading down to the house.

Minho sat in her desk chair while she packed a small bag, looking at her photos on her wall. A thought crossed his mind as he picked up her smaller digital camera.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked

Minho smiled at her and took a quick photo of her packing her bag. Y/n looked over at him as she heard the shutter click. “Min.”

“I didn’t do it,” Minho told her and took another photo of her.

“I’m never going to win with you, am I?”

“No.”

Y/n shook her head and finished packing her bag. Having to drag her boyfriend from her dorm and to the car. Minho put her things in the backseat and then drove them to his home. Some of the guys were home when they arrived. Y/n said hi to them as Minho pulled her up the stairs to his room. Y/n set her bag down at the foot of his bed as the dancer sat on his bed, pulling her to him and laying back with her.

“Hungry at all?” Minho asked

“No. My boyfriend keeps me nice and full,” Y/n told him as she wrapped her arms around him. Minho smiled and turned on the TV he and Jisung had in their room. Turning on a show the two had talked about watching, casually laying in the bed till Jisung came in to grab something.

“Oh good, you guys aren’t doing anything weird,” Jisung teased as he opened the door

Y/n hid her face in her boyfriend’s chest as Minho glared at his roommate. Y/n focused on the TV as Jisung packed a bag and then said goodbye to the couple, shutting the door behind him.

“Embarrassed kitten?” Minho asked

“A little. What if Ji did walk in while we were doing something? Not that we have done anything but…”

“If we were I would have locked the door. I wouldn’t put you in that position. Have you thought about going further?” Minho explained

“Yeah…”

Minho sat up with her, in a better position to have a more serious conversation. Y/n felt shy about the topic of sex. She didn’t have much experience and she only guessed Minho had more than her. “Look at me, babe?” Minho asked

Y/n hesitantly made eye contact with him for the duration of their conversation. The couple spent maybe an hour talking about their history— she was right about Minho having more experience than her— and protection. Minho made sure Y/n felt completely comfortable as they talked about the next steps in their relationship. Only having gone as far as a few heated make-out sessions. Minho never rushed her with anything which just made her fall for him more.

Maybe that comfort was how the bedroom door ended up locked and Minho was gripping her ass over her jeans while she was sitting on his lap, both their tongues fighting for dominance. Both of them moaned as Y/n gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. Minho used his grip on her backside to pull her closer to him, almost tipping them back on the bed. The dancer chuckled when she made a surprised noise before pulling away and attaching his lips to her neck.

“Min,” Y/n breathed out, fingers dragging up into his hair more.

“Look so good on my lap kitten,” Minho said as his lips roamed all over her neck, biting a couple of patches of skin lightly

Y/n bucked her hips against him when he did nibble on her skin. The slight pinch shot straight to her core. The roll of her hold made the male below her groan and she could feel something poking her from below.

Seconds later Minho had her on her back and kissed down her body. His hands moved to take hold of the low waistband of her jeans. “Can I?” Minho asked

“Please,” Y/n said, lifting her hips for him

Minho smiled and unbuttoned her pants, pulling the fabric down and tossing it to the side. Y/n pressed her thighs together, suddenly a little embarrassed being half-naked in front of him. Minho noticed and placed a kiss on each of her thighs and her hips, gently pulling her legs apart before settling between them. Y/n watched as he put her legs over his shoulders and pressed a few kisses to her clothed core. Y/n bit her bottom lip as she watched her boyfriend kiss and lick her through the fabric before he pulled away and pulled the fabric off her legs, tossing them to the floor with her bottoms.

Minho readjusted them, grabbing her hands and intertwining their fingers. “Anyone ever take care of you, kitten?”

“No…” Y/n admitted as he pressed a kiss to her clit

Minho hummed then licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, wrapping his lips around the bud. Y/n moaned as he sucked on the little bud. She gripped his hands as he switched between sucking on her clit and licking the bud with his tongue. Y/n gasped when she felt his tongue dip into her, back arching off his mattress as he moved the muscle in and out of her.

His hands left her and grabbed the tops of her thighs. Holding her legs over his shoulders as he ate her out. Y/n grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand, making him moan into her. Y/n had to cover her mouth so none of the others would hear her. It got harder to hide them as the knot in her stomach kept tightening and tightening until it snapped.

The photographer gasped as her hips rocked against his face. Minho held her against him as he helped her through the high. Not stopping till he had her cleaned up and her grip on his hair loosened. He pulled away, put her legs back on the bed, and sat up on his knees. Wrong off any excess liquid with the back of his hand.

Y/n caught her breath again as Minho threw off his t-shirt letting it join her bottoms on the ground. Y/n took in the sight up his upper torso, just by his arms she knew her boyfriend was toned but seeing his chest and abs, whew.

“What you staring at kitten?” Minho teased as he crawled over her, caging her in with his arms.

“My hot boyfriend,” Y/n responded as she ran her fingers down his front and hooked them around his belt.

“Not so shy anymore,” Minho smiled as he leaned down to kiss her neck again.

Y/n hummed as she undid his belt, pulling it from its loops and then unbuttoning his jeans. Meanwhile, Minho used one hand to push her shirt up. The two worked as best they could undressing each other. Once they finally got the rest of their clothes off and onto the floor, Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock. Minho moaned as she slowly stroked him, one hand of his having taken hold of her breasts. Groping the flesh as his lips worked their way down to the other.

Minho wasn’t trying to hide his moans like Y/n was. He’d heard all his friends before and he was sure they had heard him before so none of it mattered to him. But knowing his girlfriend, he tried not to be too loud and embarrass her. Not that any of the guys would tease them if they knew what was good for them.

His hand that was on her boob moved down and his thumb ran over her sensitive clit. His head came up from her chest just in time to see her tilt her head back in pleasure. Minho leaned into her neck and kissed the skin, making sure to leave his mark on her. Y/n moaned as he sucked on her skin while he circled her clit. Their stroke paces fell in sync, one would pick up their speed and then the other would follow suit.

Y/n managed to pull his lips from her neck up to her mouth. Kissing him to drown out her moans as her hips rocked against his hand. Minho matched her strokes with his hips. Thrusting into her hand as his orgasm approached. Her grip tightened as her second high approached her, taking over her body seconds later. Minho thrusted into her hand as he worked her through her high. His cum shot onto her lower stomach as she came down from her second high.

“Sorry,” Mino apologized as he came down from his orgasm

“‘S okay,” Y/n told him. “It was hot.”

Minho hummed as he sat up, looking down at her. “You look good with my cum on you.”

“Should take a picture,” Y/n said

“Want me to?” Minho questioned

“Camera’s in my bag.”

Minho moved and grabbed her bag from the foot of his bed, quickly finding her camera and getting back in his position. Her legs rested over his thighs as he pointed the camera lens down at her stomach. Catching her wet cunt as well and his dick laying between her legs. Y/n watched the flash go off before he pulled the camera away from his face. Minho leaned down and pecked her lips.

“Want to keep going, kitten?” Minho asked

“Yes,” Y/n answered. “Can I… ride you?” She asked as he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom.

“My kitty wants to ride me?” He teased as he closed the drawer.

“Please…”

Minho didn’t say anything before flipping their position. He placed her on his lower stomach and handed her the condom. Y/n took the foil from his hand and sat up on her knees. She scooted back a bit as she opened the wrapper and took out the rubber. Y/n jerked her boyfriend’s dick again until he was erect again, then slid on the rubber.

Minho held her hips as she positioned herself above him. She kept his cock steady till the tip was inside her. Moaning as she placed her hands on his waist while she sank onto him. The dancer helped her ease down onto him. He gave her a second once he was fully inside her, keeping a hold on her hips. Y/n sat up straight and held her boyfriend’s wrists and looked down at him. She noticed the light layer of sweat that was covering his body. She found her camera on the bed and held it up to her face.

She snapped a photo of her boyfriend. Minho smiled before taking the camera from her hands. Y/n clenched around her boyfriend as he pointed the camera at her. Minho snapped a photo as she started rolling her hips back and forth. Her hands pressed to his chest to stabilize herself.

Minho took a couple of photos of her and then put the camera to the side again. The dancer planted his feet on the bed and held her hips, slowly starting to bounce her on him. Y/n used her position to lift herself so her boyfriend wasn’t doing all the work.

Minho’s hands moved back and gripped her ass as she rode him. Tilting his head back in pleasure as her walls pulsed around him. Y/n took the chance to lay on his chest and suck her own marks onto his skin. Minho happily let her do so as he lifted his hips and started thrusting into her.

Y/n moaned against his skin as he thrusted into her. Accidently biting down a little harder on his neck when his tip found the spongy spot inside her and hit it dead on.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, wrapping his arms around her and holding her down on his chest

“Sorry,” Y/n mumbled as she kissed the spot

“Don’t. Felt good,” Minho told her as his pace picked up

Y/n moaned as he aimed for the spot again. Hiding away in her boyfriend's neck as her walls clenched around him. She tried rolling her hips to keep up with his pace but she was far slower than him, though she still tried.

The knot was tightening far too quickly in her stomach this time. Each thrust felt like the next would make her cum again. She did her best to hold out but she couldn’t. Her walls spasmed around Minho’s cock. The dance held onto her as her body shook on top of him. Fucking her through the high before his took over. Burying himself into her and letting his cum fill up the rubber.

“Fuck,” both groaned as they caught their breaths

Y/n sat up and looked at her boyfriend's neck. Not realizing how many marks she had left on him — she could only imagine what hers looked like. She ran her thumb over the front of his neck before grabbing her camera again and taking a photo.

Minho chuckled at her before helping her off his cock and laying her on the bed. Y/n smiled as she watched him toss the condom then put on his boxers and leave the room. She looked over three photos they had taken before he came back with a washcloth and cleaned her up.

“Everyone’s in their rooms, wanna go take a shower?” Minho asked

“Yes please,” Y/n agreed.

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redbird-tf · 2 months ago

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Harmony

Sam winchester x younger sister x dean winchester

(More sam focused)

Summary: the brothers still had lots to learn about their sister, like the weight of her favorite harmony

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: the harmony i think of for reference

Warnings: angst, mention of death, violence

To say it had been a tough day would be an understatement it had been a tough few months. You were having a hard time adjusting to finding out you had two brothers, Sam was struggling to step into the big brother role, and Dean seemed to be doing the best out of the three. Of course, Dean was shocked, but he had been a big brother for years. The only thing Dean struggled with was the guilt and anger that you had been in this life alone for years.Hunting together was also proving to be a challenge. Dean and Sam had teamed up for years, but your independent nature often clashed with their established rhythm, making hunts more difficult. It would take time before you could truly function as a team.

If the boys had learned anything about you it was that harmony you were always humming. It wasn’t from any song the boys recognized, but it was the same every time you hummed it. Sometimes they’d hear it even when you weren’t around, because of how ingrained it was in their mind. Right now it was serving as the source of Sam’s annoyance. “Y/n i can't focus with your humming” Sam snapped from the passenger seat. You were lying in the back half asleep and hadn't even noticed you were humming. You let out a huff, abruptly grumbling out a half-hearted “sorry” which seemed to irritate Sam more as he slammed his book shut. “You know what? I've had it up to here with you.” He exclaimed turning to face you. “What did i do!?” You shouted back sitting straight up. “UH, the bruise on my face!” He mocked pointing at his black eye. “Thats not my fault!” You rebuttal, furrowing your brows “It wouldn’t have happened if you had just followed the plan” he countered “Your plan didn't work!”

“Alright, enough!” Dean’s booming voice made you both fall silent. “We all messed up, alright? Now knock it off.” He stated firmly. The car stayed silent, but he could see you two exchanging glares from the corner of his eye “Stop looking at each other” Dean commanded, and in sync, you both slouched back with your arms crossed. “Why do I always gotta be the frick’n mom” dean mumbled under his breath.

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“This it, Sammy?” Dean questioned pulling over. Sam looked down at his map “Route 46, the last spotting of a vampire was here” Sam stated stepping out of the car. “Got the dead man's blood?” Dean asked watching Sam sling the bag over his shoulder. Sam nodded leading the way into the woods. “I've never seen a vampire before” you whispered to Dean to prevent Sam from hearing you. “Well their not easy…” Dean paused seeing the flicker of worry in your eyes “Dead man's blood is about the only thing that will kill them, and they come in packs…but so do we” he explained trying to ease your obvious concern of messing up.

“Over here” Sam gestured for you to catch up. “Thats it?” You asked quietly, eyeing the old barn “There's only three in there” Sam said lowering his binoculars. You watched as they prepared their knives by dowsing them in blood, “be careful with that,” Dean stated handing you a dagger. You all crept to the back of the barn and snuck in through a cracked window. You dropped in a bit louder than intended, prompting Sam to shush you, annoyance flashing across your face. Tiptoeing over to the sleeping vampires. You loomed over them, waiting for Dean’s signal and when you got it, you pushed your danger hard into the vamp. He scratched hard into your arm but you held firm, only pulling away when you were sure he was down for good. You turned to your brothers “That was easier than expected”

You quickly realized you had spoken too soon as your body slammed violently intk the ground and your vision became a red blur. A burning sensation spread across your face and loud noises overwhelmed you, causing you to scream out for your brothers “i can't see! I can't see anything!” You cried in pure terror. The last thing you heard was sams voice drawing near before everything went black.

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“It's been over three hours Dean” Sam's voice wavered while he paced back and forth. “She’ll be fine” Dean reassured him, adjusting the bandage covering your eyes before leaning back in the chair at your bedside. “What if she hit her head too hard?” Sam stuttered out. “She's fine,” Dean said sternly, though part of him was trying to convince himself. “We should take her to the hospital,” Sam insisted, balling his fist. “And say what, Sam? My sister got scratched across the face by a vamp” Dean explained the harsh truth. Sam sighed looking down at you, his lip quivering. “I'm gonna grab a beer,” Dean said, rising from the chair knowing he held it together much longer.

Once Dean had left, Sam knelt by your side and took your hand in his. Guilt gnawed him, knowing the last thing he did was yell at you for something as simple as humming. What's worse is that he knew you hummed to comfort yourself. A detail he had picked up on over the months. He’d watched you hum yourself to sleep, after hunts, or when the world felt overwhelming. Sam bit his lip feeling his eyes begin to gloss over. How could he have been so cruel? How could he call himself a big brother?

He closed his eyes and began to hum the familiar harmony, seeking his own solace within it. “Mom?” Your voice rang, barely louder than a whisper. Sams's head shot up “Y/n” he breathed out. His body flooded with Relief. “Sam?” You became confused as you abruptly sat up. “Woah, easy there,” Sam said placing his hands on your shoulder to steady you. “I-I can't see” stammered, panic creeping back in. “I know. You got hurt and we had to stitch you up. I can remove the bandage if you want” he explained gently in an attempt to soothe you. You nodded and Sam began to slowly unravel the bandages. You looked around and saw the bunker walls surrounding you, your eyes beginning to uncontrollably water. As the fabric fell away, you took in the bunker walls surrounding you.

Your figures brushed over the stitches on your face, tears beginning to well in your eyes. Your reaction was making Sam nervous “We did the best we could, it shouldn’t scar too bad” he tried to reassure you, but You stayed silent, your gaze dropping to your lap. “I thought i died, i thought..” you paused, “i thought you were my mom” you muttered. Despite the circumstances, a small laugh escaped Sam's lips “Why would you think that?” He asked with a slight smirk. “You were humming her melody” you stated blankly. Sams's smile dropped, and the guilt he didn’t know could grow any larger, grew “y/n, I'm sorry…i didn't know” he apologized, moving to sit next to you. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, but you couldn’t muster the strength to look him in the eye.

“She's awake?” A voice shattered the tension as Dean rushed to your side, unintentionally pushing Sam aside. He embraced you tightly “you gave us a scare there, kid” he breathed out with a chuckle. You mumbled a sorry into his shoulder before pulling away to meet sams gaze. The eye contact took him by surprise and it took him a moment to gather his words “y/n, I'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't deserve that.” He watched as your gaze softened, but continued to press on“And…i won't hum that again, i didn't know” he explained lowering his head. You shook your head “No Sam, it's ok. You do it perfectly and…” he gazed up at you again, seeing a smile tug at your lips “It's comforting” Your tender tone washed away the heaviness in his chest. Sam mouthed a thank you, taking your hand in his as his thumb glided over your knuckles.

“Did i miss something?” Dean questioned glancing between you and sam, a hint of frustration that made you both laugh. “No no…i just” Sam stopped, taking a moment to appreciate the happy version of you that had replaced the distressed one he’d seen just moments before. “I'm just learning what it means to be a big brother” Sam expressed with a wide smile. Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, then you can watch her while i get some shut-eye” he said, giving Sam’s shoulder a light pat. Sam tried to rebuttal, but Dean cut him off “you wanted to be the big brother, welcome to the job,” Dean teased. He shook his head until he felt you lean into him. He glanced over seeing how you relaxed against him. This is the brother he wanted to be.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year ago

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monster reader with bennett? he's on an adventure, but he gets a bit more "excitement" than he initially anticipated. i hope this works with the horror/halloween requests!

Beware the Big Bad Wolf

Pairings: Bennett x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, wolfboy!reader, sub/bottom!Bennett, dubcon, scratching, biting, breeding, reader is called 'sir', more virgin Bennett

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: As usual, Bennett is 20+ here! I went with a wolfboy reader because I had a lovely idea for this, I hope that's ok, anon!!

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Bennett was on his way to Wolvendom for a commission, and a dangerous one at that. The Adventure's Guild posted a commission to investigate the outskirts of Wolvendom as there have been multiple disappearances lately. Several members of the guild had gone missing after attempting to trek through the forest as a shortcut. Remnants of shredded camping gear and clothing, shattered swords, broken weapons, food scraps, and traces of blood had cropped up in and around the famed area, causing quite a bit of panic to circulate within Monstadt

Ever the brave one, Bennett accepted the commission and pulled together a few other adventures to help him. But, as his luck usually plays out, all of them had something important come up at the last minute and they couldn't make it, leaving Bennett to take this on alone

So off he went, marching swiftly into the dark forest, home to many wolves and other woodland creatures. A single bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as the young man's trembling hands held the map that the guild had given to him, littered with markings and notes locating the pieces of evidence and routes that the adventurers had most likely taken

Staying past sunset was definitely not Bennett's plan, but he had been so focused on following trails that he lost track of the time. It was far too dark to navigate these woods alone and he did manage to pack camping gear...so making a fire and taking shelter was probably the smartest idea right now, despite the supposed danger lurking about. Bennett did the best he could do with the food packed for this journey, feeling content with dinner and quickly growing tired from the day's endeavors

A distant howling startled the poor boy, already a bit on edge due to the nature of his investigation. He wrapped his coat around his arms a little tighter, shivering from the cold night air. Another howl off to his right, still relatively far away, or at least that's what he assumed based on the low volume. Wolvendom was a beautiful forest, but it could become rather spooky at night. Especially to lonely adventurers

Lonely adventurers who had let their guard down, sitting with their back turned towards you...no weapons in sight, seemingly nodding off under the moonlight.... They were the perfect prey

“Aah- Mmph!” Bennett started to scream when a strong arm wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms against his body so that he couldn't fight back. A clawed hand swiftly muffled any sounds threatening to escape, preventing the struggling man from calling for help, not that anyone would come to the rescue though

“You humans are awfully persistent, aren't you?” you began, “How many of your kind have been killed and yet you still send more weaklings out here to their grave?” you scoffed, shaking your head at their sheer stupidity

“I mean, really...every few days I'm forced to tear another one apart because none of you will stay the fuck away from my territory.” A snarl punctuated your last words, your teeth nipping at the human's ear in the process. Bennett whimpered into your palm, on the verge of tears as you growled at him while he weakly struggled to break free. His efforts proved to be futile as your muscular arms kept him in place, pressed back against your chest while you tipped his head back further, exposing his throat and grazing your fangs against the skin

“Are you gonna be a good victim for me and keep your fucking mouth shut while I gut you?” You said, tossing the human onto the ground and hovering over his smaller frame, raising a clawed hand up as you were about to slash at him when he stammered out in fear, “Wait!! Waitwaitwaitplease– Please don't kill me!”

His shaky hands pressed against your chest in an attempt to hold you back, though you both knew it wouldn't work. “Please... C-can't we talk about th-is?” Bennett hiccuped, his body beginning to tremble more and more with every passing second. You contemplated his proposal for a minute, checking out his body in the meantime. He was an exceptionally beautiful human. While he was smaller than you his arms were rather toned, he also had the prettiest green eyes and fluffy white hair that was just begging you to pet it. Plus his scent was nice...like pine trees and campfire smoke with a little sweetness mixed in

A toothy grin made its way onto your face as you said, “Alright, then talk. Give me a good reason not to kill you.” The little purr in your voice sent a shiver crawling up the human's spine, gulping as he stuttered out nonsense in an attempt to come up with something that would convince you to spare him

Slowly, your hand creeped upwards until it encompassed the little human's throat, his weak grip finding its way to your wrist as his stammering grew quieter. “Ya know, it would be a shame to waste a pretty face like yours. Since you're having trouble convincing me of your worth, allow me to offer you a choice instead.”

Your breath fell on Bennett's cheek as you leaned in close and continued, “You will either become my mate and give your body over to me, or you become my dinner. What's it going to be, human?” Bennett's mind raced as your proposal swirled around in his head. M-mate?! What kind of mate?! I don't exactly trust this guy but...I d-don't have much of a choice here...

“O-ok...I'll be your...um, your mate...” The human said with uncertainty, gulping at the fanged smile growing on your face as you licked your lips. Immediately getting flipped onto his stomach and roughly held down by your hand on his spine. A strange pressure was now present on his bottom, it didn't hurt it just felt... weird. New, like nothing he has ever experienced before

“Gooood. Good boy. Mm, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in.” You growled above the man, grinding your hard-on in between his plump cheeks. Precum had already begun to spill inside of your pants from the excitement of finding a new mate after so long, and the way the bare member brushed against the fabric of your pants only caused more to leak out. Your cock ached to fill and knot someone's wet holes again, breeding them full of your pups night after night until they couldn't even walk. Scenting them so that no other would dare to touch them, unless the idiot wanted a painful death, that is

“Hah! Ow ow ow...too much...” Bennett whined. Your wandering thoughts caused you to claw into the poor thing's back tightly, cutting his skin in the process and spilling a bit of blood. Whoops. Attempting to apologize to your new mate, you leaned down and lapped at the new scratches, cleaning the blood off before kissing his back. This seemed to ease him a tiny bit as his fists unclenched slightly, exhaling a shaky breath when your lips touched his skin

“Sorry, I was jus' thinking about how good it's gonna feel when I sink into that tight hole of yours~” You groaned, fumbling with the human's belt until you were able to slip your hand down the front of his pants. Bennett let out a high-pitched gasp as his dick was touched for the first time, his legs involuntarily spreading to allow more room for you to stroke him

As your rough stroking pulled more whines and whimpers from the inexperienced man, your cock grew harder and began throbbing in the tight constraints of your clothing, begging to be let out to ravage the hole that you'd been dry humping this whole time. Not wanting to wait any longer, you released Bennett's smaller dick and undid your own belt, freeing your aching member with a hiss as the breeze hit your sensitive skin

“Keep that ass in the air for me, yeah?” You prompted, pulling his pants down so that his entrance was on full display. Biting your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, your hands groped at his soft flesh as you spread his cheeks apart, spitting on the human's hole and rubbing it around until your thumb slipped in. A choked moan escaped from him as you breached the orifice, working in two fingers soon enough as he rocked his hips into your touch. You wrapped your hand around your own dick and jerked yourself off, imagining that the tightness of your fist was his ass

While Bennett was whining against the ground and thrusting back against your hand, you lined your cock up and swiftly replaced your fingers with it, pushing halfway inside with a loud, drawn-out groan, “Ooooohhh shiiiit...mhm, FUCK you're tight. ” As your nails dig into his soft hips, Bennett releases another high-pitched whine while his insides adjust to the intrusion, stretching in ways they never have before

You began thrusting shallowly into his hole, letting him get used to your girth at least a little bit before you bottomed out. The human's warm walls clenched around you and it felt like heaven; your cock dragging against his insides while you drooled above him. His hips would definitely be very bruised after tonight, but that thought had no place in your mind when you were fucking into your new precious mate

“Mm you feel so damn good. Taking my cock like this, fuck...” Your thrusts sped up as your climax approached hastily, fucking into Bennett's virgin ass like your life depended on it. Finally spilling your first load deep inside while his voice cracked from his place on the ground, delicious pleasure overtaking both of you as you remained buried within him

It wasn't long before you began to hump into his hole, humming while you carded your clawed fingers through the human's fluffy hair. The softness only lasted so long before your humping turned back into pounding his ass again. Bennett's hole was so wet from your previous round of cum that every thrust into him made squishy sounds, which enticed you to thrust harder just to hear those hot noises, soon emptying another fat load into his womb

“Ffffuuuck—!! You'll be a good breeding bitch, won't you? Hnnngh f-fuck– Gonna take more of my cum, yeah? Just. Like. That. ” You grunted directly into his ear, pressing against his back while you held his hips up so that you were still hitting him at the perfect angle to prevent your cum from spilling out

Bennett panted like a bitch in heat while more warm cum flooded his insides, gradually breaking his mind with each new load pumped into him. “Yeeess, sir... Y-yes...aaahh—!! ” His pretty moans filled the area while you relentlessly drilled into him, staining his guts with your seed so that no one else would even dream of breeding the little bitch. Meanwhile, your sharp teeth pierced his delicate shoulder in a fit of possessiveness, growling as you marked your mate on the outside too

The next couple hours carried on much the same, more cumshots fucked into the human's ass as you rutted into him. More bite marks littered all over his exposed skin. Letting your instincts take over as you relieved yourself after almost a year without a mate. Suffice to say that the unlucky adventurer wouldn't leave that forest for quite some time

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wolverigrl · 2 months ago

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I'm going through a similar situation, so maybe it will help me having a little more confidence in myself. Also shout out to my bf always late. ✌🏻 (If you read this babe, I love you)

Hugh x younger reader (30s-50s). The reader traveled out of the US for her friend's b-day and asked Hugh to be her partner. He senses her nervousness and asks her why, she confesses that there will be other people who made fun of her/weren't real friends with her and he makes sure his girl has the perfect outfit and shows her how beautiful she is when she's wearing her self confidence. Everyone at the party looks at her realizing they were messing with the wrong girl.

The Right Kind of Confidence

Hugh Jackman x f!reader

A/N: You are all beautiful and enough. This world needs more of you, sweet souls. Never ever forget this! xx

Warnings: mentions of past bullying, maybe some angst, cheesy

Enjoy!

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It all started with an innocent text. Or at least, that’s how I tried to rationalize it.

I’d been invited to my old friend Emily’s birthday party in London - she’d relocated there a few years back. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree getaway, a chance to reconnect with old friends. But when the invite arrived, nestled deep in the email chain, I couldn’t shake the creeping dread.

Along with me, there were others on the guest list - people I hadn’t seen in years. People who had once made high school and college more difficult than it needed to be. The thought of facing them again sent a cold shiver through me.

Still, I knew I couldn’t skip Emily’s big day. She’d been a real friend through thick and thin, and I’d promised myself I wouldn’t let the bad memories dictate how I lived my life.

So, I sent that text to Hugh, feeling a bit ridiculous.

Y/N: Hii❤️ I’ve got an invite to a birthday party in London. Any chance you’d want to come with me?

I hit send before I could second-guess myself. It was the first time I’d asked him to travel for something personal, not work-related or vacation-focused. Hugh had always been the kind of guy who loved adventure, but I wasn’t sure if "be my emotional support at a party full of people who once bullied me" counted as an adventure.

My phone buzzed just minutes later. Hugh’s name lit up the screen.

HUGH: London? I’ve always got time for that. When do we leave? ;)❤️

The sigh of relief I let out could have been heard across the street. I grinned down at the phone, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the cup of coffee in my hands.

The days leading up to the trip passed in a blur of planning, nerves, and packing. Hugh handled everything with his usual calm, even helping me pick out a dress for the party - a gorgeous satin piece that made me feel like I was ready for the red carpet, even if my stomach was in knots over the thought of facing those old 'friends' again.

When the day finally came, Hugh and I met at the airport. His easygoing nature had a calming effect on me, even as I lugged my suitcase through the busy terminal, the excitement of the trip warring with the old insecurities gnawing at my mind.

"You ready for London?" Hugh asked, pulling me in for a quick hug before we went through security. He had a sparkle in his eyes, like the trip was going to be nothing but fun for him.

I tried to return his smile, but I could feel my nerves creeping back.

"Yeah, definitely. Just didn't thought of seeing some of the people again. It’s bringing back all kinds of old memories."

Hugh furrowed his brow, clearly picking up on the shift in my mood. He placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"We don’t have to go, you know. If this is going to make you uncomfortable, just say the word."

I shook my head quickly, not wanting to back out now.

"No, I want to go. I just don’t want to spend the whole trip in my head worrying about it."

His expression softened, and he looked at me like he was trying to figure out exactly what to say to make me feel better.

"Well if anyone has a problem with you, they’re the ones who need to grow up."

I smiled, feeling some of the tension ease out of my shoulders. "Thanks, Hugh. I don’t know what I was thinking asking you to come along on this, but I’m really glad you did."

"Are you kidding? A trip to London with you? I’d never pass that up!" he said, his voice light but sincere.

By the time we landed in London, the nerves had faded somewhat, replaced by excitement. We checked into the hotel, and as I watched the city’s skyline from our room, I felt the promise of a good trip begin to settle in my bones. With Hugh here, maybe this would be the perfect opportunity to prove to myself that the past didn’t hold any power over me anymore.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was a soft satin, flowing in all the right places, hugging my body just right. By any other measure, it was perfect. But tonight, I felt like it wasn’t enough - like I wasn’t enough.

"Everything okay in there?" Hugh’s deep voice filtered in from the hotel room’s balcony, where he was enjoying the sunset. I could hear the lilt of concern, even through the casual tone.

"Yeah!" I called back, trying to steady my nerves. "Just finishing up."

I stared at my reflection, hoping my face didn’t betray the knot of anxiety in my stomach. It had been years since I’d seen some of these people - people who had, at best, pretended to be friends. At worst, they’d made me the butt of their jokes when they thought I wasn’t looking.

They’d perfected the art of making someone feel invisible, but always in a way that you couldn’t call out.

Now, I was about to walk back into that. The only difference? This time, I wasn’t alone. I had Hugh by my side.

As much as I wanted to believe I’d outgrown that insecure version of myself, she was clawing her way back up to the surface, reminding me of every cruel laugh, every dismissive glance.

The door creaked as Hugh stepped inside, making his way toward me. I looked up at him in the mirror, catching his reflection as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, an amused smile playing at his lips. He looked effortlessly handsome with his salt and pepper beard and his dark suit with the shirt open at the collar. Just the right mix of casual and polished.

The sight of him should have been enough to calm me down, but instead, my stomach twisted tighter.

"You look gorgeous." he said, pushing off from the door and coming up behind me, his hands settling gently on my hips. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, his warm breath brushing against my skin.

"So why do you look like you’re about to faint?"

I let out a shaky laugh, avoiding his eyes in the mirror. "I'm fine, really. Just it’s been a while since I’ve seen these people."

He raised an eyebrow, his hands still resting firmly on my hips. "And that’s what’s bothering you?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of it all pressing down. There was no point in pretending with Hugh. He could always see through me.

"There are people coming tonight who weren’t exactly nice to me. A lot of them didn’t even pretend to be my friends."

I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. "I know I shouldn’t care, but it’s hard to shake that feeling. What if I’m just setting myself up for more of the same?"

Hugh’s grip tightened slightly on my hips, grounding me in the present.

"Hey.." he said softly, turning me around to face him. His gaze was steady, comforting.

"You’re not that person anymore. And they sure as hell don’t get to make you feel like you are."

I tried to smile, but the anxiety still gnawed at me.

"I know, I just… I want to walk in there feeling confident, like I belong."

He tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"You’re worried about confidence? With the way you look right now?" His eyes traveled over me appreciatively, and for a second, the knot in my stomach loosened.

"Love, you look stunning! You’ve got nothing to prove."

I let out another nervous laugh, though this time it was more from the warmth his words brought.

"Easy for you to say. You’re Hugh Jackman. You were voted the sexiest man alive in 2008. You could wear a garbage bag and people would still be tripping over themselves to tell you how amazing you are."

He laughed, stepping closer, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek.

"Okay, first of all, I’d rock that garbage bag!" He winked, making me smile. "But second - this isn’t about them. This is about you."

I felt his thumb gently brush my cheek as his voice softened.

"I’ve seen you, y/n. I’ve seen the way you handle people, the way you carry yourself. You’ve got more strength in you than they ever gave you credit for. They were wrong to underestimate you."

I looked into his eyes, my heart starting to slow, the tension easing out of my shoulders.

"But what if they try making me feel like that person again?"

Hugh smiled, a slow, confident curve of his lips as he pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. "They can try." he murmured. "But tonight, you’ve got something they never had - you know exactly who you are."

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, steadying the whirlwind in my chest. "And if that’s not enough." he added, his voice teasing now.

"I’ll be there, by your side, reminding them of what a mistake they made messing with you."

I laughed, the sound more genuine this time, and leaned into his chest.

"Thank you."

He kissed the top of my head before stepping back to get a better look at me.

"But there’s just one thing missing."

"What?"

He turned, heading toward his suitcase on the bed, and after a moment, he pulled out a small, velvet box. My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced at him, confused. We weren’t doing that. Were we?

Hugh chuckled when he saw my expression. "Relax. It’s not what you think."

He opened the box to reveal a delicate pair of earrings, simple yet elegant, catching the light in a way that made them sparkle like stars.

"These.." he said softly, stepping forward and taking one out. "Are for you.”

I blinked, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Hugh, they’re beautiful!"

He grinned as he gently hooked the earring onto my ear.

"I know you don’t need them to look beautiful, but consider them a little extra sparkle to remind you just how stunning you are - inside and out."

I swallowed the sudden emotion welling up inside me as he fastened the other earring. When he was done, I looked back in the mirror, and something had shifted. The dress that had felt just right now seemed to gleam with confidence. The earrings shimmered against my skin, catching the light, but it was Hugh’s words that had truly made me feel different.

I turned to face him, my heart swelling. "How do you always know exactly what to say?"

Hugh smiled, his hands resting on my shoulders.

"It’s easy when you mean every word." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a tender kiss.

His words sent a warmth flooding through me, melting away the last of my doubts. I looked up into his eyes, and for a moment, I could see what he saw - a woman who had grown, who had strength. The kind of person who didn’t need the approval of people who had never truly known her in the first place.

"Now, come on." he said, stepping back with a grin. "Let’s get ready to knock ’em dead!"

As we arrived at the party, I could feel that familiar tightness creeping into my chest again, but Hugh’s hand was warm and steady around mine. The moment we walked in, eyes turned in our direction. I could feel the weight of their stares, but instead of shrinking away, I stood taller.

Conversations paused, glances exchanged. The people who had once dismissed me or whispered behind my back were now watching with something resembling disbelief, but not for the reasons they used to. They were seeing someone different now - someone who had grown, evolved, and walked into that room with self-assurance that couldn’t be ignored.

Hugh stayed close, his presence solid and reassuring. But it wasn’t him they were looking at.

It was me.

Emily rushed over, beaming from ear to ear, pulling me into a tight hug.

"You made it! And you brought Hugh!"

"Of course!" I smiled, hugging her back. "Happy birthday, Em!"

We navigated through the crowd, making small talk with the birthday girl, my real friends, and slowly, I realized, it didn’t matter what those other people thought. I felt good. I felt powerful. Hugh had been right - I didn’t need to prove anything to anyone.

I caught sight of one of the girls from the past - the one who had always been the ringleader of the snide comments, the icy looks. She smiled at me now, but it was different. She was clearly taken aback, unsure of how to react.

I smiled back, polite but distant, and kept walking, letting that version of me - the one they used to push around - fade away for good.

We spent the rest of the night laughing, and enjoying the party, but through it all, Hugh never left my side. Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection, I saw it - not just the earrings, the dress, or even him at my side - but the confidence I had found within.

By the time we left, the air between us was lighter, free from the weight of those past insecurities. As we stepped out into the cool night, I turned to Hugh, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"You really did give me the best gift tonight." I said softly, looking up at him.

Hugh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "What’s that?"

"You made me see myself the way you see me."

He kissed me then, slow and deep, his arms wrapping tighter around me as if to remind me that no matter what, I was enough. I always had been.

"You’re incredible, love." he whispered against my lips. "Never forget that."

And with him by my side, I knew I never would.

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feinv · 5 months ago

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John Wick x fem!reader pleaseeee 🥺 angst angst angst

turned out longer than planned. hope u like it bby <3

john wick x female!reader. fluff. angst. mentions of wounds. reader can’t stand up for herself bear with her.

he has been taking more jobs lately, more often than not getting out of bed at an early hour when the sun was just peeking over the horizon, and coming back well past midnight, leaving you all by yourself in the walls of your big mansion.

you were on the couch, legs crossed as you watched him put on his bulletproof vest before packing his body with guns, rifles, and knives. you could already feel the tears threatening to burst, but decided to speak up anyway. “could you stay?”

his head snapped towards you, stopping in his actions, “what?”

“n-not right now i mean…in general. could you stay home more? you are always away…” you explained, fighting everything in you not sound like a fool, whispering the last part more to yourself than him.

his eyes went back to his firearms as he continued getting ready, “you knew what my job was when we started dating. don't act like i blindsided you,” sounding like a harsh statement.

oh. you were taken aback by his serious tone, unsure how to react since he never talked to you like that before. but again, you didn’t really engage in an actual conversation with him this past month, so it was hard to say if he was acting unlike him or exactly like him.

“why are you complaining now?” you flinched at his harsh tone, snapping out of your thoughts, "my work takes up a lot of my time, and you were aware of that,” circling around to get his full magazines, “I can't just drop everything for you,” annoyance dripping from his voice.

your eyes were following his movements, immediately focusing at something else when he looked back at your figure. “i know that. but that doesn’t mean i can’t want more time with you. is that too much to ask for?” you anxiously fidgeted with your fingers, silent tears now streaming down your face.

john felt a tingle of empathy for you, but his anger and defensiveness got the best of him, and he retorted, “don’t guilt trip me for doing my job.”

“can you just…take one or two a week?” your face etched with pain and frustration, voice cracking as that lump in your throat just won’t let go.

“my reputation is on the line here. taking days off isn't practical," he dismissed you, closing the locks of his artillery filled case.

“please, john. just hear me ou-”

“no,” he cut you off spitefully, heading towards the door and muttering “don’t stay up for me,” before slamming it shut, unbearable solitude enveloping you once again.

3:17 am

naturally you would’ve been asleep by now, but you couldn’t stop wetting the pillows after your fight, turning and tossing around in the bed, trying to doze off, but nothing could help.

you heard the tires of his mustang drift against the gravelly porch of your house, followed by the sound of the front door opening, then closing.

you could hear him pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crashing down on a couch with a heavy sigh. having memorized all his routines, you knew he wasn’t the one to drink after job unless he needed a painkiller. and despite him shattering your heart today, it still ached with worry. you got out of the covers and took the first aid kit from the bathroom before slowly making your way to the living area.

you stood there, like an awkward child, contemplating if you should just drop it and leave him like he left you, or following your heart. you settled on the latter. he heard your footsteps before your form came into his vision, craning his neck to acknowledge your presence, dark eyes scanning your body as you approached him, straddling his lap and opening up the kit.

his face was littered with wounds, some not too serious, others cut quite deeply, his once slicked backed hair disheveled with a few strands covered in dried blood.

with a trembling sigh leaving your chest, you started working on cleaning his face, dabbing it gently with alcohol dipped cotton ball.

“told you not to stay up,” he murmured before eliciting a wince at one of the deep cuts. your cheeks were wet again, and you didn’t even know why were you crying anymore. because he was hurting? because he hurt you?

it didn’t matter as his thumb wiped at your soft skin, his deep voice whispering in the dark, “i’m sorry.”

you stayed silent the entire time, refusing to squeal a sound at the fear of making a total clown out of yourself.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m an idiot,” he continued, his other hand gently caressing your thigh, “don’t cry because of me,” which made you break down completely, stopping your actions and burying your face in his chest.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as you weeped, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “i’ll do as you wish. i promise,” he stated in your ear, whispering i love you as you cried yourself to sleep in his strong embrace.

#this actually made me so sad tho ngl #john don’t act like an asshole i’ll remind you that no one you ever love stays #feinv—jw #feinv!jw #john wick angst #john wick x reader

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klaus-littlestwolf · 8 months ago

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Compelling Tony Stark to plan the party was surprisingly easy.

Klaus had found that Tony was an exuberant, spirited and animated person who was much too into over indulgence so when he announced a birthday party for his dog, no one was shocked. His dog was old and a loved member of their family so it worked out and the irony was not lost on Klaus, knowing that James forcing his daughter to go to a birthday party for a dog after what he had just done to her dog was a cruel and painful thing that her father wouldn’t think twice about but that she definitely would.

Waiting was the only painful part of his plan and so he distracted himself by focusing on getting Y/n away from New York. Just from listening to her talk and watching her for the last few days he knew she loved rainy/cloudy weather, preferred having privacy, and wanted to be around nature. He had found a perfect house in Washington state that he knew she would love (and knew her father would have trouble finding) that was in the woods away from other people, in a rainy place with plenty of privacy and a maid and chef already hired to work the house. Not to mention he will have an army of Hybrids to help protect his mate as soon as he finds a wolf pack to turn (which in Washington won’t be hard). He bought everything she could possibly want and everything he thought she would like, especially as his Princess had absolutely no experience in sexual situations and he would be able to teach her everything he wanted. An inexperienced Princess with Daddy issues? She would be so eager to please she would give him anything he wants.

The party came about a week after him getting shot and he stayed off to the side away from as many people as possible unless Tony was “introducing him” to one of James’ friends, thinking it would be beneficial to have them compelled to like him at the very least.

From the moment she walked in, Klaus couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He wanted to rip that dress off of her, she was gorgeous and he found himself mesmerized, even as he felt the glare James Barnes had set on him as Klaus wasn’t exactly being subtle about him ogling his mate. James directed Y/n into one of the rooms with himself and his wife while he went to schmooze with the assholes and Klaus waited, watching his girl and watching James as both himself and his wife began drinking with Tony (as Klaus had compelled Tony to do to excess) before approaching Y/n.

She was sitting in the corner alone with the long forgotten “Birthday Boy” who was a white XL Pitbull named Ghost.

‘Mind if I join you?’ Klaus asked and her head jerked up in surprise.

‘Oh, sure, if you want. Though I’m sure you would be much more comfortable over there.’ She nodded her head over to a group of women by the bar. Parties for people like these men always have the option of women to take home, many of the men never getting married and staying “terminal bachelors” as if it makes them attractive. Klaus believes it just makes them stupid. You have everything except someone to love you and give you a family but you’re content with whores for the rest of your short life? At least Klaus had eternity to find Y/n, when you don’t have that kind of time and you waste it you are just stupid.

Y/n had noticed the girls that had been watching him for the better part of an hour with flirty faces, twirling their hair but he never gave them a second glance which Y/n noticed immediately. Growing up here, every man, even the married ones, stared at those sort of girls at every party but this attractive seemingly single guy isn’t…it struck her as odd but she brushed it off until now.

‘No, here is perfectly comfortable, thank you…I’m Klaus. It’s nice to meet you.’ He held out his hand and when Y/n moved to take it Klaus pulled her hand close and leaned down, pressing his lips to her knuckles, never taking his eyes off of hers.

‘It’s lovely to meet you Klaus. I’m Y/n Barnes, though I’m sure you knew that.’ He could instantly see that she had issue with her name when it came to meeting people.

‘I did know that, Tony told me earlier when you arrived, why are you so sure though?’

Her eyes widened and she stammered a moment. ‘B-because-Well because everyone does. People want to get on my fathers good side and they act like getting to know me first will achieve it. A little advice, just so you don’t fuck yourself on this one. My father hates men talking to me, so getting to know me first is a terrible plan, he’s going to hate you before he even meets you so you should probably just go introduce yourself to him.’

Klaus found the sad look in her eyes to be heart breaking. Her entire life she wasn’t allowed friends, boyfriends, interaction with anyone who didn’t work for her father and even at these parties, something she should enjoy if not just for the human interaction, all anyone and everyone wanted was to get to her father. Men flirted with her and made her feel desirable just to pull the rug from under her by wanting to get on her fathers good side.

‘Thank you, that was very kind advice. However I have no interest in your father, I was just hoping to sit with a lovely girl and have a drink…can I get you a drink?’ She looked stunned but shook it off before nodding her head.

‘Sure Klaus, that sounds nice.’ He moved to the bar and got her a glass of wine and him a bourbon before returning to the couch, sitting on the opposite side of the dog, wanting her to move closer at her own pace knowing it will make her feel more comfortable. ‘Thank you. Are you a new friend of Tony’s? I’ve never seen you here before, the faces here are always the same so it’s easy to spot a new one.’

‘Yes, we met a few weeks ago and he invited me to this, said he wanted me to meet some of his friends. I’m a painter you see, and Tony has bought some of my work, he knows some other men here who love art and might like my paintings.’ Y/n smiled at that, loving that he wasn’t another asshole just trying to use her.

‘Oh wow, I would love to see your work sometime. I admit I’m not much of a great judge but I enjoy seeing how people’s interpretations of art differs from others.’ Klaus couldn’t keep the smile from his face, loving her honest and intelligent answer before standing and holding out his hand for her to take and she did, following him out of the room and into the den to see the paintings that Tony had bought from Klaus as an explanation as to why he’s here. ‘My God, Klaus! These are amazing…I like seeing artwork that makes you feel something…they feel angry but in a sad way, like…like a grasping for control sort of way.’ He watched her face as she looked at his work and he loved that he could make something that could make her smile. ‘Oh God, I’ve offended you, I didn’t-‘

‘Not at all gorgeous, you’re quite right actually. Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine, the canvas, the color. As a child I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it but art taught me that one’s vision can be achieved by sheer force of will…you have no control in your life either, do you?’ She looked back at him away from the painting and he instantly reached out to brush away the tears in her eyes, hesitating only a moment as she flinched before gently brushing her tears.

‘How long did it take? Finding your place in the world?’ She asked and he wished he could give her an answer.

‘I have no place in the world…however finding people that you love and being with them makes it all worth living with the little control that you can have-‘

‘Why can’t I have all of it? My father gets to have complete control of everything in his life, and I’m just…’ Klaus took Y/n’s hand and pulled her to sit on the desk, looking at her firmly.

‘Listen to me Princess, your fathers control is an illusion, it’s called money and it’s not real. It’s a social construct that we put way too much worth on and pretend it means we rule the world. Your father is a billionaire, right?’ She nodded. ‘And with that he has men with guns to enforce his rules and push his sense of control on everyone, but if that money was gone that control wouldn’t exist. It’s not real. I mean look at me, I have billions of dollars in money, artifacts, paintings, jewelry, but I don’t try and rule the world. I control my life and what’s important to me, that should be enough…you should be enough and if you’re not then…then he doesn’t deserve you Princess.’

Klaus was sure to leave out the part about him planning to have an army and control much like that of her father but it didn’t matter, because he would do that and still take care of and love her the way her father didn’t.

The next thing he knew Y/n had grabbed ahold of his jacket and pulled him down to press her lips against his. He couldn’t say he was surprised, or displeased, resting his hands on her waist and taking control of the needy kiss. For having no experience she was actually quite good at it and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her against his chest.

Just as Klaus was about to trail his hands down to her skirt they both jumped, hearing her name being shouted. ‘Hide!’ She whispered harshly.

‘Y/n-‘

‘No time for arguments, I’m not letting you get shot! Hide! Now!’ Y/n pushed him behind the desk and he sighed, crawling under it after pulling her in to kiss him one final time.

‘This isn’t over Princess, you’re mine now.’ He warned, enjoying the blush on her cheeks before she moved back around the desk to the wall where she looked back up at the painting before the door opened and Klaus could hear Steve’s voice.

‘Did you not hear me calling you?’ He questioned, exasperated.

‘No, I heard you, I just didn’t care.’ It took everything in Klaus in that moment not to laugh.

‘Y/n-‘

‘I would appreciate it if we kept all speaking to a minimum of what is absolutely necessary. Why did you come looking for me?’

‘Your parents are leaving, time to go home.’

‘Fine. Let’s go then, I want a shower and my bed.’ The door shut a moment later and Klaus moved quickly, crawling out and returning to the party before anyone suspected anything, watching the family leave.

He was happy to finally know what her lips tasted like on his own but it wasn’t enough. He would have her.

Tonight.

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prey-4-me · 1 year ago

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Whatever writing format works, reader is a hunter or warrior or whatever in some way or another and Feral got curious and is trying to “study” get just a bit closer to you each day and eventually tries courting you. Please and thank youuu 🫶🫶

Thx for this request! Hope you like it.

Feral predator x reader, smut lite, fluff

***

What were you doing? He studied you closely, watching you clean and reassemble some kind of… he thought oomans called them ‘rifles.’ What a strange ooman word. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the tree limb he’d been squatting on.

He’d watched you take the buck down with a single shot earlier in the day. It was an impressive animal and from an impressive distance. Then he’d observed you field dress and take your meat and trophy antlers with you. You appeared to be very strong for your size; although much smaller than him, you had packed out a fair amount of the deer.

Now you were in your domicile, some kind of log structure. It looked warm and cozy on the inside; a fire burned and cast a pleasant light onto everything. You turned off your harsh overhead lamp and the mood increased. He watched you curl up on the sofa and drink something steaming. Then apparently fall asleep. He grunted. Time to go; he’d been here far too long.

***

Today you seemed to be focusing on relaxing. You had chopped some wood in the morning, piquing his curiosity. He had camped near your home, with plans to follow you for a few days. Some scientific observation, he reasoned.

Drawn by the loud, echoing bangs, he was amused with how your thin arms swung the axe. You were very effective, but he still marveled at how strong you were despite your size.

Now you were swimming in a calm stream, splashing and dunking your head periodically. Were you cleaning yourself or just having a good time? He couldn’t tell. He studied your body when you finally got out of the water and laid out on the shore in the sun. Similar to a Yautja… interesting. He pushed the thoughts that came with that realization to the side.

Finally you dressed and headed back to your domicile. He snuck behind you, looking at your slight footprints and hearing you breathing and walking loudly through the forest. Ooomas were quite loud. It was endearing.

When you reached your log shelter, you went inside. He scaled the tree he’d become accustomed to sitting in over the past couple of days.

You fixed yourself a hearty looking meal and came outside onto the deck. Sitting down in a wooden chair, you put your plate on your lap and ate, looking out at the forest that surrounded you. You seemed content.

He tilted his head, wondering…

*** You were tracking something big. The weird thing was, you weren’t quite sure what it was. At first you had thought bear, but the path you were tracking wasn’t quite right. It also seemed… off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it didn’t feel natural. You entered a small glade. The tracks abruptly stopped. What the hell. How could something this big just disappear? Suspicious, you turned in place slowly, eyeing the spaces in between the trees. You felt tricked. But by what? And for what reason?

You stopped abruptly. Something was shimmering in the forest. You couldn’t think what it might be - you had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, it moved. It appeared to be… moving towards you? Was it a cloud of shimmery gnats? No. It was something unnatural. You started to think about El Charro Negro and yelled, pointing your hunting rifle at it. It continued to advance, more and more taking the shape of a tall, broad humanoid. You stepped backwards quickly, still aiming at it, for whatever good it would do.

It walked into the glade, out of the shade. Shimmering and wavering in front of you, you could almost make something out. It appeared to stand in front of you unmoving. Waiting?

You slowly lowered your weapon. You sensed it was useless against… whatever this was. Suddenly it emitted a soft clicking noise. After a couple seconds’ pause, it repeated the same pattern of clicks. Confused, you listened closely. It repeated the clicks a third time, slightly slower.

“Are… are you a ghost?” You whispered.

It chuckled. You gasped; it was undeniably a humanlike laugh.

You stuttered, “Wh-wh-what are you?” It grumbled something, shimmering in the sun. You squinted at it. You could almost see…

“Hi.”

Stunned, your mouth fell open. Did this cloud of shimmer just greet you?

It grumbled again, then said softly in a gruff, deep voice, “Hello, ooman.”

Your rifled slid from your hands. Terrified, you thought of running. Suddenly it shimmered and wavered more than usual; then it stopped. Before you stood a 7 foot tall…? Humanlike… creature? You babbled insane thoughts out loud about spirits and aliens and schizophrenia.

“You’re nnnnot crazy…” It took a small step towards you. You tried to back pedal away but your legs were locked in place. It stopped advancing on you and put a large hand over its broad chest. “I mean you nnno harm.”

“W-what are you?” You squeaked out, nearly unaware you were talking aloud.

“I’m… an alien like you say.”

“Like from space?” You asked stupidly.

It grumbled a laugh. “Yes. Space.” It motioned to you to come towards it.

“Come. I will show you something.”

You still couldn’t move. It grumbled softly, tilting its masked face.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“What do you want?” Your entire body was trembling.

“To show you something.” It appeared to shrug.

You were rooted in place out of sheer terror. It seemed to sense this. It slowly approached you, both hands going to its head. When it was a few steps away, it stopped and pulled some tubes out of its mask. The mask hissed and clicked. It pulled the mask away from its head. Lowering it, it tilted its head and looked at you with soft eyes.

Shocked, you stared back into its golden, very humanlike eyes. It slowly clicked its mandibles and spoke quietly, “Don’t be afraid. I just wanted to…” it paused to shrug, “…say hi.”

You laughed a bit despite your fear. “An alien just wanted to say hi to me?” It grumbled in its own language, then nodded, “Yes. You are… impressive hunter. Now. Let me show you this thing.” It turned from you and strode away, its skin slightly shiny in the sun.

Suddenly unrooted, you picked up your gun and ran after it, calling, “But what? How far? Where do you come from?”

It laughed harshly, “So many questions.”

You calmed yourself as you followed a few steps behind it, single file.

“I’m from many solar systems away. Nnnow, don’t ruin the thing. Just come,” it grumbled amiably over its shoulder.

You followed along, wondering why you were obeying. Shouldn’t you be running? But why? It seemed friendly enough. It was speaking to you in your language. But what could it possibly want to show you?

After a short distance travelled in silence, it stopped and turned to you. “Here.” It pointed upwards. In it hung the Thing it apparently wanted to show you.

“A— a stag?” You stumbled over your words, “A huge one! Those antlers… wow.” You looked into the alien’s eyes. “Why show me this?” ”I saw your hunt the other day. It was a good hunt. This is my hunt.” It cut a cord and lowered the deer to the ground.

You marveled at the antlers. But what about the rest of it? Would it go to waste?

“I am taking it all back to camp. You want to eat with me?” It invited, nudging your upper arm gently.

“S-sure, but how do we get it back?”

“Mm. I will carry it.”

“All of it?” You were dubious.

Gruffly laughing, it bent and lifted the deer in its arms. Carefully putting it over its shoulders, it grumbled softly, “Come with me.”

***

You picked the plants it had instructed you to. Once you had an armful, you returned to its neatly kept camp. It was roasting a large portion of the deer while it cleaned the skull, careful of the trophy-sized antlers.

“What do I do with these weeds?” ”Weed? What is ‘weed?’ That is food… come, we will boil it and have it with the deer. Meat and something green, like mother says.”

You laughed softly, surprised by its talk of family and balanced diets. It grabbed some of your armful and stared to pull the leaves off the prickly stalks. “Come. Like this.”

You copied it, throwing the leaves into a little metal pot it had half filled with water.

“You are a fine hunter. You hunt often?” It asked casually, stripping a stalk of its greenery.

“When I can. I like to offset my food costs with it. And my neighbors too. Plus, being in nature feels so right. You know?” It grunted, nodding. “Yes.”

“You uh, come to Earth often?” You felt silly asking, but in this rare case it was a perfectly normal question.

“Nnno. It is far away and does nnnot have the best prey to hunt. But sometimes it is fun to visit a far away place.”

You smiled to yourself. This meal would be one of your more enjoyable ones in recent history.

*** You sat back, satisfied. The weeds had ended up being a delicious side to the gamey deer meat. Impressed, you asked how your dinner host had known.

“I read about the plants to eat here so I could try the local food.” It was picking deer out of its teeth with a twig.

You smiled again. “Have you ever tried Earth ‘junk food?’ I have some back at my cabin. We should eat that for a snack later.”

“Cabin? Is that your tree house?” You smiled wider, “Yeah, my house made of trees.” It grumbled, seeming pleased. Then it said in ooman, “Yes. I would like to try your garbage food.”

You laughed, “It’s just ‘junk food.’ Although I guess you could consider it ‘garbage food’ after this meal we just had.”

It stood suddenly. Taking a few large steps, it sat down next to you. Reaching behind you, it grabbed a log and placed it on the fire. Poking it, it grumbled softly, “You are… very… nnnice to look at.”

You blinked in surprise at the compliment. It turned its head, its golden eyes gentle.

“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know what else to say. It leaned back, “I saw you bathing the other day.” You got hot. When you were totally nude?

It continued, “Our kind… looks like that too.”

“Oh.” You were still wondering if it meant when you had taken your little bath, splashing and having fun.

“So…” It fluidly moved towards you. “I’m called Bakuub. It means straight spear. You are called?”

Shocked, you uttered your name. ”I like it.” It leaned into your space. It smelled like herbs and earthy, fresh soil. It touched your shirt. “I like this color.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, feeling strange. Why was it complimenting you so much? It released your shirt and leaned back. “Do you like the deer head?” It nodded at the skull, with its magnificent antlers.

“Oh, yeah. It’s really very impressive.” “It is for you.” Your eyes widened, “Huh?”

Bakuub winked at you. “It is a nnuptial gift. I read about it on Earth; the male is supposed to give the female something nnnice to… you know. Express interest.” He clicked at you.

“Omigosh, uh, thank you,” you straightened your spine. An alien was… flirting with you? He waited for you to continue. After a second, you said weakly, “So… you wanna go back to my… treehouse now? We could, uh. You know. Snack. And then, it’ll be late and and and— time to go to bed, and…”

Bakuub grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap. He nuzzled his head into you, his dreads falling forward. You inhaled; he smelled wonderful. “We don’t need a bed to ‘go to bed,’” he crooned.

Your emotions scrambled in your mind. You leaned towards Bakuub, running your hands up his muscled torso. His skin was smooth and warm.

“I- I mean, that’s true…” you trailed off as your eyes met with his. You felt yourself leaning closer until you were kissing his cheek softly. He was watching you with hooded eyes. You put your hands on either of his shoulders and readjusted so that you were straddling him. Bakubb purred.

Shocked, you stopped moving and looked at him. He continued purring, a rich loud sound that made you shiver down to your bones. Instinctively, you rocked your hips against his. You felt his very human-like anatomy and groaned. His purring grew louder as he grumbled, “This is nnnnice…” His powerful hands gently gripped your waist as you ground down on him. Growing bolder, you kissed the side of his face again.

“That’s nnnice too…” Bakuub murmured, voice soft and rumbling. His fingers pulled at your clothing suggestively as he rumbled, “Let me show you some other nnnice things…”

“Like what?” You teased playfully, your hips moving.

“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like to show you.” His purring intensified. Giddy, you let him gently push you down onto his blanket.

Nature carried on around you as the two of you carried on long into the night, slowly unwrapping each other.

#predator x human #predator x reader #yautja x human #yautja x reader #feral predator x reader #predator x you #yautja x you #yautja thirst #predator fanfiction

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stormycs15 · 12 days ago

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⸻ Topside, Male Oc x Reader ⸻

Chapter Three: (Not Much Time)

Characters: female reader, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor, Vander, Oc, Enforcers, Vander

genre: fanfiction, Arcane season 1

summary: Life has been hard for you're friends and family in the Lanes. Doing odd jobs to get by is second nature for you, but will one job topside really change your lives?

word count: 2522

Previous / Next

Your POV

I run my hand through my hair before entering the bustling bar. I'm not looking forward to talking to Calyx—I have no idea how he'll react. With a lecture? A disappointed speech? The place is packed tonight, no doubt buzzing with rumors about what happened in Piltover earlier today. I'm sure my mother is busy gossiping with strangers, trying to stir up rebellion among Vander's followers.

As I enter, I spot Calyx working behind the bar. With a sigh, I hop over the counter to join him. He glances at me through his shaggy, brown, medium-length hair before returning to mixing drinks for patrons. Before I can even don an apron, orders start flying at me. I wince while shaking drinks—the pain isn't too bad—and carry on. We work in silence for a few moments before Calyx speaks up.

"That from the explosion?" I hear from my left. I look over to see Calyx, his eyes still on the drinks. I frown as I pour one. I knew I had no idea how he'd react, but I wasn't expecting this. I sigh, getting some ice for the drink.

"No, some idiots who were waiting for us at the border," I grumble, pouring a beer from the tap. I hear him pause, and I turn to see him looking down at the drink in his hand, emotions clearly bottled up. I roll my eyes and go back to making drinks. "I'm fine, Cal. It barely hurts," I say, handing some drinks to regulars.

"Why didn't you guys wait for me?" he finally asks, a slight hiss in his voice. I stretch my arms, tired from today's excitement.

"Violet really wanted to go. They were going with or without me... I didn't want them to get lost in Piltover, and Violet said you'd tell Vander no matter what. It wasn't my plan—you would've been on my list." I look at him, and he finally meets my gaze, raising an eyebrow smugly. I roll my eyes before pouring more drinks.

"We'll talk about it after the shift. I'm glad you're back in one piece, though," he says. I can't help but look down at the drink in my hands with a small smile. I hand it off, mulling over his words. We work the rest of his shift in comfortable silence amidst the bustling bar. I honestly enjoy it—I don't need to talk to have a good time with Calyx. It's why I like hanging around him. A few hours pass, and as we near the end of the shift, Vander emerges to take over for Calyx.

"Calyx..." Vander says, making both Cal and I turn to his father. Vander glances at me before focusing on his son, his expression grim. "Make sure they lay low and stay safe," he says in a low voice. Cal nods seriously to his father, then turns and motions for me to head to the back. But I frown and step forward instead.

"I'll catch up with you, okay?" I say, stuffing my hands into my pockets. I notice his eyes flick to where my hands disappear. His gaze meets mine briefly before he nods and walks off. I turn to see Vander surveying the bar, clearly waiting for me. I take a seat on a stool, feeling his eyes on me. It's slightly uncomfortable. I swallow, resting my arms on the table, trying to hide behind them a bit.

"I know why you went with them," he finally says, and I sigh. "Even if it was in vain... why didn't you talk them out of it?" he asks, sounding tired.

"I tried to... I even tried to stall them so Cal would find out, or we'd run into you. But Vi had her mind made up, and I knew if I didn't go, they would've gotten lost or caught," I grumble, knowing I should've tried harder. Vander is silent at my words; I can tell he agrees with me.

"I don't know what to do with her... She has a different kind of fire than Cal does... he at least listens to me. She just reminds me of her father," he grumbles, pouring more drinks for customers. I just sigh. I never met them...

"She's unhappy with how we're treated down here. She wants to change that. She thinks she can be the one to do it," I say, watching as Vander fills a cup with beer and hands it off before turning to me.

"I was like her once," he says, looking down at me. "I thought I could solve our problems with my fists. But life only gets harder when you live that way. And it hurts the people around you more." I avert my eyes at his words.

"I'll try to help Cal keep them in line," I say, starting to get up from my seat.

"Hey, [y/n]..." Vander says, making me turn back. He doesn't look at me as he speaks. "I'll try to talk to them."

I sigh with a huff. "You don't have to. It won't change anything." I turn to go downstairs and meet up with Cal.

At the bottom of the stairs, I find Mylo, Vi, and Cal. They all look at me, and I quickly scan the room, gathering this wasn't a happy conversation. I avert my eyes as I walk down the steps.

"Oh, and don't forget about her," Mylo says, trying to deflect attention. "She gets hurt on every mission we go on." I raise an eyebrow at his words.

"Mylo, will you stop?" I say, halting a few feet away from him. He looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows. I rarely raise my voice.

"Yes, Powder made a mistake. Yes, I made a mistake. You make mistakes too, Mylo. There won't be another mission—can't you wrap your thick brain around that? What we did today was a mistake. Half of the underground—no, half of Piltover knows what we did. While Vander does his best, he can't hide us forever. It's only a matter of time before someone snitches on us." I growl, poking his chest as he gulps.

"[y/n], calm down," I hear Calyx say. I don't look at him, keeping my glare locked on Mylo.

"Instead of talking, maybe you should make yourself useful. I don't know, try to pick some locks or something." I turn and jump up, grabbing onto one of the beams to pull myself up. I grunt as I haul myself onto my loft, slamming open the hatch door to show how angry I am. On the roof, I look down at my bandaged hand and sigh, moving my good hand to my side as I close my eyes.

"You know, it's extremely hard to get up here. Not everyone is as acrobatic as you," I hear. I look up to see Cal. I huff, amused, and crawl over to hold out my good hand. He takes it, and I help pull him through the hatch. He sits down next to me silently and starts to unwrap the fabric on my hand. I watch as his delicate fingers prod my swollen wrist. I wince a few times before looking up at his face. A look of concern shows, and I can't help but stare. He's always so quiet, but never shy.

"I'm sorry, you know," I mumble, earning a look from him. "I didn't say it earlier, but I really wanted to at least tell you."

"I know how Violet can be, [y/n]. It's okay. Everyone's safe," he says, shaking his head.

"No, it's not, Cal," I say sternly but softly. "You deserve an apology either way. You won't be getting one from Violet, so you're getting one from me."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks. I quickly avert my eyes, and he reads my silence. He sighs, rewrapping my wrist. "Where?" he asks. I don't move, causing him to furrow his brows further. Slowly, I move my good hand to my stomach, near my ribs. He sighs, drooping his head.

"Is that from the explosion?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. I nodded slowly, eliciting an exasperated sigh from him.

"How did it even happen?" he inquired, absently fiddling with the edges of my shirt.

"I'm not sure... Something about that place was weird, Cal. This inventor—I've never seen anything like his plans. I went through some of his journals; whatever it was had to do with these small blue stones. I saw Powder playing with a few before that jerk came back." I grumbled, finally lifting my shirt just enough to reveal the large bruise on my side. "As I was trying to get everyone out, something exploded and I collided with something," I added quietly, earning a silent, worried stare from him. I avoided his gaze, but I could tell the bruise was bad. He took what remained of the bandages he'd brought up and began wrapping them around my stomach.

"You need to be more careful," he finally said, taking my hands and lowering them, my shirt falling back into place. I looked at him, studying those green eyes carefully.

"That's why I'll be sticking around with you," I smiled, earning an eye roll from him. I just smirked, squeezing his hand that hadn't left mine. He didn't say anything—he didn't need to. I could hear a commotion from the bar and frowned, looking away from him, knowing they were here.

"Let's go find the others. We were told to look after them anyway. They're probably at the arcade—let's go," he said, already knowing who I'd sensed entering the Last Drop. Pulling me up, I followed him down to the hideout. There, I saw Vi using the boxing machine, Mylo and Powder at the shooting range, and Claggor just standing around. It was eerily quiet when we arrived. I surveyed them all as they continued with their individual ways of passing the time. I walked over to a spot under the rafters, jumping and quickly pulling myself up with my good hand. I turned and offered my hand to Cal; he quickly took it and joined me on the loft.

"Remind me why we even bother with this dump?" I heard Mylo ask. I started bouncing my leg, listening to everything going on.

"Vander said to lay low... Enforcers never come down here, so it's as good a place as any," Violet replied, throwing a few punches at the machine.

"What's the matter, Mylo? Scared Powder's going to beat you again?" I teased from my perch, smirking. I heard his mocking grumble in response.

"I'd win if she didn't keep fixing these things up," he said defensively. I rolled my eyes, lying down with my legs dangling over the side. I closed my eyes, trying to relax a bit.

"You know I wouldn't take you guys on a job you couldn't handle, right?" I heard Violet ask, making me open my eyes and turn to look at Calyx. Our eyes met at her words, and neither of us said anything, knowing it would be an unpopular opinion. We loved Violet, but her anger sometimes clouded her judgment, putting us at risk. As they continued to talk, I sat up, narrowing my eyes. I pulled my legs up from their dangling position; Cal noticed my sudden focus and followed my gaze, though he couldn't see anything. I started to see enforcers harassing some people and frowned. I didn't notice Powder getting closer to the window, and before I could say anything, a man was thrown out, landing motionless on the ground.

I turned to Cal with a worried look, which he returned, shifting closer to me to watch the unfolding scene. I observed the enforcers entering the arcade through the now-shattered window. As they started to circle the rest of the group, a blue shine caught my eye. Blinking, I saw Powder hide her pouch where I'd spotted the blue glimmer. My eyes widened as I reached out, clutching Cal's shoulder. I slowly began to piece the information together. Those blue stones... the shock I felt. The energy that had been pulling at me. Those weren't stones—they were Arcane crystals. I'd only heard of them before, but it made sense now: the explosion, the blue flecks in my vision. I'd thought I was just seeing stars from the blast.

Those things were dangerous. As my mind filled with worry, a hand placed itself on my arm. I looked up and nodded at Cal. We needed to find a way to get them out. This wasn't good—what if they found what Powder had? I tried to get into a good position, but just my luck, the enforcers walked right under us. I looked to Claggor, noticing him already eyeing Vi. I shifted, ready to jump, and just as the lights switched off, I leapt down onto the back of the enforcer below me. I turned to Powder and ushered her over the counter. Jumping after her, we both dodged the illuminated moving figures with ease.

I went to duck when I was yanked back by my wrist and pulled face-to-face with an enforcer. I tried to tug away, but his grip only tightened. He started to drag me back through the arcade. Scanning for anything I could use to break free, I spotted one of Powder's new experiments. It had big jaws with spiky teeth, and we were walking right past it. Using the little momentum he gave me, I pulled him back so his arm was between the jaws. I reached up, trying to slam it down, but quickly realized my bandaged hand wasn't strong enough. I heard his triumphant laugh. Looking up into the enforcer's face, I gasped at the chilling glint in his eyes. Suddenly, the jaws snapped shut on his arm—enough to leave a nasty bruise. That was definitely going to hurt later. I felt a gentle hand grasp my good arm, pulling me away from the enforcer. I started running, my knees wobbly.

I turned my head to see Calyx practically dragging me out the back door. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I fell into pace with him. I needed to stay focused until we were safe, so I intertwined my fingers with his as we ran after our friends. I didn't want to trip or accidentally lose him, but in the haste, I couldn't tell if he squeezed my hand back.

#arcane #ekko #ekko arcane #fanfiction #jinx #x reader #arcane season one #mylo arcane #vi arcane #vander #silco arcane #silco #oc x reader #league of legends

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charliemwrites · 9 months ago

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Character File

Name: Rook “Duke” Alistair Aliases: Daisy Dukes, Daisy, Sunshine, Blondie

Age: 26 Gender and pronouns: AFAB using she/they Marital Status: Single Surviving family: biological father (estranged), adoptive mother, adoptive father, brother

Physical description: Standing at 5’9” (175cm) and 135lbs. (61 kilos) Rook stands tall and wiry. Though slighter than her brother, Castle Alistair, she’s still packed with muscle that is carried primarily in her thighs and abdomen. Her hair is strawberry blond, cut into a medium length bob – though it curls quite a bit. She is often seen with several pins and clips in her hair trying to keep it back from her face. Her eyes are green and large, set in a round face that makes her look young for her age. She had braces in her early teens to straighten her teeth.

Identifying/Unusual features:

Light freckles across her nose and forehead

No facial scarring

Tattoos: A daisy behind her right ear A simplified castle outline on her bicep (for her brother) A stylized sun on her left shoulder, crawling across one side of her chest and up her neck Binary for “service” on her forearm

Several burn scars on her hands, wrists, and arms

A birthmark on the bottom of her right foot that few people have ever seen

Special file note: Rook holds the records for most and dumbest injuries on base. Often the smallest and most unexpected incidents have led to a medbay visit. She is often seen with bandages, bruises, scrapes, and scratches. Thankfully, she is a good patient and most of the medical staff enjoy her cheerful demeanor.

Early Childhood:

Rook’s earliest memory is her older brother walking her to preschool. He was sharing an orange with her, carefully peeling off bits of pith for her to munch on.

While he, Helena, and Clancy are technically her cousin, aunt, and uncle respectively, she has always considered them her immediate family. She only met her biological father once when she was twelve and was not impressed.

Her childhood was filled with laughter and love, though she often felt oddly displaced. Helena and Clancy were much older and had never planned on a second child – never mind a girl. And her brother ended up shipping off to college when she was only five. He visited when he could, but she spent a lot of time on her own or unsupervised when she hit eight years old.

She was very close with Helena, the two of them playing the radio loud to sing along while they did chores around the farm. Rook absolutely adored her mother, and to this day dreams of her peach cobbler when she’s away from home. As a result, Rook picked up her love of clothes with interesting prints and bright colors.

Her relationship with Clancy was not strained, but not as easy as with Helena. Of course, he loved his adopted daughter, he just wasn’t sure what to do with her beyond that. Oftentimes, it led to him treating her like Castle, though her flightier and more energetic nature made some of those lessons take differently.

Rook was often praised for being an inquisitive and intelligent child – though some of her teachers found the constant barrage of questions to be disruptive. Somewhat unexpectedly, she excelled in math from an early age, followed quickly by the sciences.

In middle school, the blond farmgirl jokes began. Unlike her brother’s quick temper to defend himself and his family, Rook usually took the route of laughing along with them. (That said, nothing stopped her from pushing a girl down for trying to step on a frog one rainy April day.) This developed into a tendency to hide behind a ditzy persona, which felt safe and easy.

In high school, she took a special liking to physics and engineering. Focused more on schoolwork and helping around the farm, she didn’t date much. (That said, anyone with an interest in her had to debate the merits of her marine brother coming home to meet them.) She much preferred learning to code online and rescuing strays that happened across the farm – much to her parents’ chagrin.

Throughout her life, Castle was her role model. In her childhood, he seemed like a third parent, but as she got older, their relationship developed into a more typical brother-sister bond. Even so, she needed no proud rambles from her parents to look up to him.

So, as her future began to loom, and decisions became necessary, she followed a similar path to him. Rook enrolled in the ROTC program at the same college he attended – though she chose a double major in engineering and computer science that set her down a different road.

Military Career:

Alistair’s early military years in the Air Force are riddled with ups and downs. Intelligent, positive, and respectful, she was well-liked by both superiors and comrades. Quick to finish tasks, solve problems, and aid others. That said, she had something of a disciplinary record for small but repetitive issues. Uniform violations, minor misconduct (forgetting to salute officers or speaking out of turn), and general… regulatory issues.

While not headed for dishonorable discharge, she was dodging demerits and often faced disciplinary action. However, upon finding a major leak in one of their information networks, she came to the attention of one Kate Laswell.

Laswell, impressed with her intelligence and work ethic, found that her military-defying eccentricities were easy to overlook considering her benefit to the military. Alistair was soon transferred under Laswell’s direct purview to aid different missions and teams as a “hacker” and engineer. While Alistair remains something of an oddball, she and Laswell have built a solid working relationship.

(During her employ with a certain Shadow Company during her Air Force days, Alistair earned the callsign “Duke” – a derivation of Daisy Dukes due to Alistair’s appearance and farming background.)

#cod #thoughts™️#my writing #fanfiction #my ocs #cod oc #Rook Alistair #Rook “Duke” Alistair #Castle Alistair

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ilovebeomkai · 1 year ago

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unexpected — lee heeseung x gn!reader

ෆ synopsis : y/n convinces the one and only lee heeseung to be in a fake relationship with them to get back at their ex, but what happens when it turns into an unexpected love triangle?

ෆ genre : fluff, angst if you squint

ෆ warnings : cursing + mention of drinking once

ෆ wc : 2.6k

ෆ a/n : this didnt really turn out the way I wanted it to but I hope you guys still enjoy! lowercase intended + btw y/i means your/interest and y/e/n is your ex's name!

the bustling streets of seoul, it’s an intense city teeming with life. within this city lived a charming boy by the name of lee heeseung and a high-spirited person named y/l/n y/n. attending the same university they weren’t much more than acquaintances who shared a few classes and worked on the occasional group project together, but destiny had other plans for them.

one fateful day y/n had found themself entangled in a web of complex emotions after a recent breakup with their long-time boyfriend. they were heartbroken as there had been no signs that he was unhappy, but also wanted to prove that they didn’t need him the way he must’ve thought they did. y/n’s determination reached new heights as they concocted a master plan, a fake relationship to make their ex-boyfriend jealous. the only question left was, with whom? that’s when it hit them, the perfect person for the job, the one and only lee heeseung.

just a few days later y/n sat in the back of the lecture hall as they’d arrived a bit late and there weren’t many seats left, they had planned to propose the idea to heeseung today but it looked like he wasn’t in class. that was until they saw the door opening slowly out of the corner of their eye, there to meet y/n’s gaze was none other than heeseung.

“i hope I didn’t miss too much, i got caught up at practice this morning,” heeseung said before turning to y/n and flashing a bright smile. “it’s been a while, nice to see you,” he said, greeting y/n politely before then getting out his notes and focusing on the lecture.

the lecture finally ended about an hour later and heeseung stood up as he packed his things, getting ready to leave. “heeseung?” y/n asked nervously, glancing up at him and gathering all the courage they could muster. “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

heeseung sat back down and listened to y/n’s proposal, admittedly he was a bit hesitant at first. however, after thinking about it he realized there would be no harm and happily agreed to help y/n out. after heeseung agreed y/n suggested that they move to a cafe just off campus to discuss the specifics of the arrangement and come up with a game plan.

the two talked for a little bit before the conversation naturally took a turn and they began getting to know each other more. heeseung talks about his group’s recent rise in popularity and the stress that long hours of dance practice and other idol duties brought upon him. y/n expressed their sympathy for him, explaining that their ex-boyfriend had shared similar experiences as he was also an idol. it wasn’t long before heeseung asked y/n about themselves, prompting them to ramble about y/i for what felt like forever but he enjoyed every second of it.

before they knew it the cafe was closing and naturally, heeseung offered to walk y/n back to her apartment. “I’m getting a head start on this fake boyfriend thing” he teased as they began the walk to y/n’s apartment.

the walk was short but sweet, a comfortable silence fell over the two occasionally filled by the sweet sound of heeseung’s humming, adding to the comforting ambiance of the night.

“thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow for that ‘date’, y/n said, before disappearing into their apartment and leaving heeseung free to go back to the dorms he shared with his members not too far away.

heeseung's fellow group members quizzed him, attempting to decipher the truth behind his unusual behavior as he rarely went out, let alone stayed out so late. although initially hesitant to divulge, he eventually shared the nature of his ‘relationship’ with y/n. however, when it was revealed that y/n's ex belonged to a rival idol group, apprehension rippled through the dorm, fueling concerns over potential rivalry.

“wait, you do know who y/n’s ex is…right?” sunghoon asked, looking around at the other members and then finally at heeseung.

heeseung shook his head, prompting sunghoon to explain that y/n’s ex happened to be part of a rival idol group. despite this information that seemed to rub some of the others the wrong way, heeseung shook it off. “guys, we aren’t actually dating and i really couldn’t care less about someone else’s love life, everything will be fine” and with that heeseung trudged up the stairs and went to bed, leaving the others to exchange worried glances.

the next day the pair went on their first ‘date’. it was a little bit awkward at first but they figured that with time the act would become much easier to put on. before they knew it their first date turned into their third, tenth, then fifteenth, and soon enough they had lost track. as their encounters grew in frequency, gossip spread through the university halls and online forums, it would only be a matter of time before y/n’s ex caught wind of the blossoming romance between the two.

they attended parties arm in arm, posed for pictures with genuine smiles (courtesy of the other), and engaged in playful banter until their stomachs hurt no matter who was watching. the line between what was reality and what wasn’t quickly began to blur for each of them, leaving y/n especially, with a tangled mess of emotions and unspoken questions.

this particular night was filled with laughter and excitement as heeseung and y/n stepped foot into yet another party, their fingers laced together and hands squeezing each other tightly, concealing the true nature of their relationship. the music echoed around them, setting the atmosphere as y/n’s ex, unknowingly present at the event, became their unsuspecting audience.

throughout the night y/n and heeseung went about minding their own business, the past weeks contributing to the skill with which they now played their parts. they shared many laughs and loving acts of affection that garnered the attention and envy of many who laid eyes on them, while others admired their seemingly perfect bond fondly from afar.

as the party eventually began to wind down, y/n and heeseung found themselves heading back to y/n’s apartment, their steps slightly less coordinated than usual from the long night they had. once they were finally inside they exchanged relieved glances, both pleased with the act they’d put on and happy to be in the comfort of y/n’s apartment rather than a crowded house. however, for y/n, the night had stirred emotions within them that could no longer be ignored.

the two were finally settled down onto the couch, getting comfortable when y/n turned to heeseung, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

“heeseung, i have to tell you something…” they confessed, yawning as their head rested on Heeseung’s shoulder. “what is it, y/n?” he asked, looking down at them with genuine concern.

“i think i want to be with you for real…if i had a choice, you’d be my first” they mumbled, not even giving heeseung time to process the words that had fallen from their mouth before falling asleep. heeseung was left with wide eyes, his heart skipping a beat as the sound of y/n’s slow but steady breaths filled the room.

all he could do was smile affectionately at the sight, y/n resting peacefully beside him whilst he leaned back and pulled a blanket over them. he couldn't help but wonder what y/n would say when they woke up. would they remember their confession, or would they simply dismiss it as the haze of the evening? but at that moment heeseung sat there holding y/n close, savoring the present as he realized that he too wanted to be with y/n but decided to leave the complications of their feelings for another time. as the night grew into the early morning he finally drifted off to sleep as well, both of their minds intertwined in a haze of emotions and possibilities for the future.

the next day y/n found themselves wrestling with their emotions once more as a text message from their ex appeared on their phone. it read, “hey, can we talk? I saw you at the party last night”

y/n battled an internal struggle whilst considering what it would mean to meet their ex. on one hand, the sweet memories of their past relationship tugged at their heartstrings, and they wondered if rekindling it was possible. after all, that is why they proposed this whole facade to heeseung in the first place, right? but on the other hand, their time with heeseung had blossomed into something they had never anticipated.

“he probably doesn’t feel the same way though…if he did he would’ve said something by now” y/n mumbled to themself, thinking back on the way they had sleepily confessed to heeseung the previous night. eventually y/n agreed to meet up with y/e/n since heeseung was busy the whole day with practice anyway and they wouldn’t see each other until later that night, however they had no intention of rekindling anything so soon, if ever.

y/n got ready to meet their ex, putting a little extra effort into their appearance since they knew they were supposed to meet heeseung at the han river later on that night. y/n arrived first, nervously entering the cafe and taking a seat by a large window. the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the many quiet conversations swirling around them set the backdrop for the complicated conversation that lay ahead.

it wasn’t long before y/n was greeted by a familiar voice, none other than their ex. the two exchanged pleasantries, even making some small talk before y/e/n dropped the bomb.

“listen, i know this is out of the blue but…i miss you. i miss you so much, i just didn’t realize how much until i saw you with someone else.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair," i didn't even know you two were together…”

before y/n could ever register what they wanted to say they found themselves blurting out, “it's…complicated” they said, feeling a mixture of guilt and confusion as they tried to figure out what to say. “i’ve been trying to figure out what i want, and being with heeseung recently has made me realize that my feelings aren’t as straightforward as i thought they were…”

“but…is there still a chance that we could be together again? even just a small one?” he asked tentatively, “i just want you to know that i still have feelings for you, if you’re open to it i want to make things work between us.”

y/n took a deep, shaky breath, once again feeling torn between the blissful past they shared with their ex and the possibilities the future with heeseung might hold.

“i appreciate it, i do, in fact if you’d asked to meet up a few weeks ago i probably would’ve said yes…but right now i need time to figure things out. i don’t want to rush into anything and end up hurting people just because i'm not sure of my feelings.”

y/n’s ex nodded, sighing softly before replying, “i understand, but if you change your mind i’ll be here.” that was the last thing he said before getting up to leave after y/n thanked him again for being so understanding.

checking the time on their phone y/n realized that they were late to meet heeseung at the han river, little did they know that heeseung had seen them with their ex at the coffee shop on his way to the river from practice.

heeseung’s heart clenched uncomfortably at the sight of y/n and their ex sitting across from each other at the coffee shop. he couldn’t bear to stay and see anymore, instead opting to confront y/n when they met later. his thoughts were overridden with confusion, hadn’t y/n said just last night that he was their first choice? he would’ve used alcohol as an explanation but y/n hadn’t drunk at all, so it must’ve been true…right?

“hey hee!” y/n exclaimed happily, running up to meet him and being met by his warm embrace. heeseung smiled widely as he looked down at them, “hey, you had a good day I hope?” he inquired, as they began to walk, he was always curious about how their day had gone.

the soft glow of the moon’s light bathed the han river, creating a magical atmosphere as y/n and heeseung walked side by side. each step they took was synchronized not only with each other but with the gentle flow of the water. all of a sudden heeseung stopped in his tracks, the stars shimmering above and reflecting in y/n’s eyes as he looked down at them, full of nerves.

“y/n, I saw you with your ex on my way here. I need to know…do you want to get back together with them?” he asked, biting his lip nervously as he waited for a response.

“maybe…but it’s not what you think-” y/n responded, they meant what they had said the previous night, however, they were unaware of the fact that heeseung shared genuine feelings for them as well.

heeseung glanced away, trying to hide the vulnerability in his eyes, “you said that i was your first choice, what should I think? hm?” he stated, the tone of his voice making it obvious how hurt he was.

his tone caused y/n’s heart to drop, the thought of them being the reason that he was hurting even in the slightest made them sick to their stomach. but before they could explain heeseung continued. “y/n…i need to be honest with you, i know this is all supposed to be an act to help you win your ex back. at least that's what we agreed for it to be, but something changed along the way for me. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i don't want you to feel pressured to reciprocate anything…but i have genuine feelings for you. these past few weeks have made me realize that it’s not just acting for me anymore. the way your smile instantly lights up my world, the sound of your voice being able to cheer me up in an instant, counting down the hours until i get to see you again, and so much more. I truly care for you y/n.”

y/n’s heart was racing as they listened to him speak, feelings of surprise and delight still stirring inside of them. “hee…i don’t even know what to say, i like you too. i’ve liked you for a while now…but I kept quiet because I was afraid you didn’t feel the same…that’s the only reason I even entertained meeting up with y/e/n.” y/n laughed quietly, gazing up into his eyes with a bright smile. “i guess this means we don’t have to pretend anymore?”

heeseung chuckled, full of relief at their response as he shook his head with a grin plastered across his face before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on y/n’s lips, “does that answer your question?”

with the moon as their witness, they sealed their fate with a kiss, the pressure of hiding their feelings for one another instantly lifted and replaced by nothing but pure bliss and the possibilities of their future.

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dairy-farmer · 11 months ago

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Is me agaaaain~ o/ I'm back on my nonsense and practicing my writing! Had Thoughts(tm).

While Civilian Tim is my Beloved♡. You know what ELSE doesn't get explored enough? Betas in ABO fics! The overlooked everyman. The common masses. Not SPECIAL enough.

Expected to bow to the whims of Alphas and cater to, nay, CODDLE Omegas. To fall in line and be lead. Subservient. Nature's wallpaper in the Grand Drama of Alpha and Omegas.

All because they don't have to suffer a heat or rut. All because they didn't get that few extra organs and a hormonal boost. As though there aren't superhumans and aliens running around.

Everyone talking about Pack this and Pack that. About how IMPORTANT it is. How PRECIOUS. Only to stutter to a stop and dismiss you when you bring up Betas. Because they're focused on what THEY decided were the Protagonists of Life. And who CARES about the rest of us, huh?

We're just foot soliders and drones.

And Tim's parents expected an Alpha son. Had plans, of course, for the unthinkable. An Omega. But when he tested positive for likely presenting as a Beta? Humanity's MOST COMMON presentation? It's like he became worthless to them. Was assumed destined to fail. To be weak and unworthy.

Because of his genitals. His hormones.

Because he DIDNT stink up the house.

On the bright side, he gets away with a LOT. The down side? He is a very, VERY smart child with a chip on his shoulder. Little time for the dramatics of life's Specialist Babies.

When Bruce won't LISTEN to Robin? Because (and he can only assume) "hur dur me big strong head alpha. Me always right!" Well FUCK Batman! He stuffs Wayne Manor with picture print outs of HARD EVIDENCE showing Robin did No Such Thing!

When ROBIN apparently decided to flee in the night like some Victorian Omega Waif to locations unknown? Non-emergency JLA number, bitch. He knows it. Get Superman'd.

The Bats seem to settle. His Parents come and go. He hacks their emails and changes their Wills. If THEY won't take him seriously, HE will do it for both of them. Like HELL is he letting them pawn HIS company off to someone else.

Then Haiti happens.

And... he wish he could say he was surprised when he didn't even notice, until he was told. They were never Pack. That would require his Parents to have TRIED. To have CARED.

Bereavement services try to coddle him. Alphas, like VULTURES, circle. Trying to "guide" the poor RICH young Beta in his time of emotional vulnerability. If there weren't cameras, he would bite. Parasites. All of them.

The Omegas are no better. Showing up, "concerned" for him. Trying to feed him and coddle him like an infant pup. Insert themselves into his life. He gets a cold and rather nasty reputation, rather quickly.

Thank god for fake, Alpha, uncles. Social services were making noises about "supportive families" and the "need for pack bonds when grieving". Ha! So say the Alphas, he notes. The Omegas. There Beta co-workers were pretty silent. But when have they ever noticed THAT?

Strangely enough, and you'll be SHOCKED, really, his Uncle FULLY supported Tim in all he did! How Odd! He rises to become the youngest CEO in the country.

He fires half his board outright. They're corrupt and worse? Bad at business. Chosen because "Alphas are natural leaders". His ASS they are. The business take a hit, of course, lots of speculation and scathing articles. At least they do until Drake Industries has RECORD breaking quarters.

Turns out hiring the legitimately qualified, makes for better business.

Who'd have THOUGHT!

He admits. He gets distracted, building the family (not Pack. Never Pack.) business to unprecedented heights. He no longer has TIME for his night time... bird watching. But he keeps an idle eye out. And they grow in number, not shrink. So it's probably fine.

But then? Not long after he's officially an adult. After his "Uncle" TRAGICALLY goes for a one man flight over international waters, for a "vay-cay" at the summer home, only to "perish" when the plane goes down? Who strolls into his office like he has ANY right to be there? Brucie "Secretly Batman" Wayne.

They don't have a meeting planned. Why is he HERE. Stinking up his office with Alpha Scent.

.....the plane was a Wayne Aeronautics design. Fuck(tm).

Bruce plays the "oh he feels SO GUILTY" card. Tim counters. Bruce is pulling out the Full Himbo. Clearly suspicious. Oh god damn it, batman thinks he's murdered his fake uncle. And, well, he DID. But there WAS no fake uncle!

Somehow Tim finds himself dragged to lunch. Brucie's arm casually slung over his shoulders. Great. Now he's going to stink for hours.

And Bruce? Is putting clues together. Timothy "The Dragon" Drake. Beta. Known to be actively hostile to both Alphas and Omegas alike. Rumors suggest Pack trauma or extreme bond loyalties. No scent but his own on him. Not even any lingering traces. His Uncle, supposedly his Alpha, never scented him?

That coupled with records suggesting a complete lack of bonds with his birth Pack and absence of scentmarkers...

Pack Trauma. Very, VERY Feral. Likely takes most Pack-bonding overtures as signs of aggression. Highly likely he killed his Uncle in response to either real or perceived aggression.

Bruce wonders how it slipped his notice. Slipped EVERYONE'S notice. Got this bad. He... already knows. The answer does not sit well with him. It's because Tim is a Beta. He grits his teeth. Others may have failed Timothy Drake, but he refuses too.

Tim wishes he WOULD. He feels harassed. Bruce is EVERYWHERE. And he's gotten his kids in on it. Tim's poor, poor office REAKS. He! REAKS! Why are they so TOUCHY??! Cease! Desist!

Worse? The questions about his "uncle" abruptly dry up about a week and a half in. Which means they DEFINITELY found some evidence that there was never an uncle. He has a pounding headache and HATES this. He was FINE on his own. Why does this have to happen NOW? At least they are leaving him alone currently. He pops some headache meds.

A shrill noise screeches in an echoing pitch throughout his office. Ow.

Wait.

Oh Fuck.

He scrambles for his phone. That is the Gotham Wide Alert. Who-? Ivy. Heading their way. He slams the building wide evac button, setting off alarms in every room in the tower. Gets up to grab his briefcase, his suit jacket, to evacuate with the rest of his company.

He turns, reaching, only to be met with vines, already rearing back to break his office windows.

CRASH.

Safety glass everywhere. Trying to run is pointless. Instinct still demands it. Living green as strong as steel beams has him around the waist. He is yanked backward out into open air. Hundreds of feet to the ground below him. Writhing Green has swallowed half his building already.

The alert was USELESS. "On her way" his ASS! His people are trapped!

The scent of flowers fills his nose...

His body feels... weird, when he manages to blink back to awareness. There are other CEOs. All of them are complete bastards. Arrogent nepotism picks to the last. Daddy's perfect Alpha offspring, handed the world. They're panting. Flushed. Sweaty and fighting the vines, humping... the.. air...

Oh, gross.

Where? Ivy. Talking to a camera. Gesturing to them. Tim struggles to concentrate. His head feels... soup. Slooshy and warm. Big ol skull of soup. One of the other CEOs is trying to reach him. Panting at him. He kicks. Disgusting! He thinks he hisses.

Ivy pauses. Turns to look at him. Squints.

He's not an alpha she declares. No shit. She shrugs. He'll still pay for- wait, WHAT!? That was Erkins! He FIRED that fucker! He's actively working to FIX the damage that idiot caused to the wetlands!

Soup brain saves the day. He's dragged to the side. Her bad, apparently. Hold that thought and she get you an antidote shortly. Now, where was she?

Letting the hostages go, says Batman.

Ivy disagrees. Violently.

It would be cool to watch up close, if Tim didn't feel like his skin was hypersensitive and damn near on fire. He feels nauseous. Please stop jostling him. He feels gross and sweaty. He... he THINKS? He's been Pollened?

He's heard it's the closest a Beta can get to being in Heat. And for Alphas and Omegas it can be lethal if not treated promptly. Of course, no one gives a SHIT that it's incredibly hard on a Betas body. Since, you know, they aren't MADE to go into heat! Oh god. He might puke.

Hands are cutting him free from his vine prison. Working his shirt and undershirt up enough to expose stomach. The pinch of a needle. The burning stops building. The nausea starts to fade. Tim cracks open an eye, no longer needing to grit everything closed to keep from hurling.

Nightwing. Omega.

He's brushing sweating hair back from Tim's face. Rubbing feeling back into Tim's limbs. He smells... nice? Good cologne on clean sheets. Normally Tim HATES being coddled. He doesn't feel good. He'll allow it.

Dick seems to be picking up on that. Is trying so, so hard not to look PLEASED and EXCITED that Tim is letting him take care of him. Scoops Tim up and is off before Bruce can tell him not too. Reprimand him for taking advantage of the situation.

It honestly doesn't even suprise Tim that Dick knows where he lives. Distantly he wonders if Dick even remembers that Tim is not supposed to know. That if he gets handsy as Nightwing, Dick will have to back off.

Deposited on his bed. It doesn't seem so.

Off go shoes and jacket, shirts and pants. Anything that might be infected or uncomfortable. He's brought water. Blankets nested around him. Limbs gently massaged. Dick looks GIDDY.

He still feels too hot and too cold. Uncomfortable.

Soothing noises, whispered against his skin. Hands trail down, following a skimming mouthing. Beneath the comforter pulled atop them to tuck him in. He can not see what-

He's swallowed alive. Hands gently, but without mercy, holding his hips still as an incredibly skilled mouth works his clit. Tim gasps for air. He might be shaking. Whimpers and cries dripping from his mouth as he tries desperately to rock up into the impossible heat consuming him.

Then long, calloused fingers are sliding inside of him. He.. he can't tell how to react. He's wet but not... his body doesn't MAKE slick. And yeah, it feel kinda... but does he...

The fingers angle. Pounding against SOMETHING and suddenly there are stars behind his eyes. Whimpering as he's finger fucked, eaten with in and inch of his life. He orgasms but... but it's not? Enough? W-why? Pollen. Oh god.

Dick is making soothing little noises. Pressing kisses to his face and neck. But if he's up here, how will he- Tim is pinned. Gently, sweetly, as Dick slides home.

He whines. High and displeased. Likes dislikes this. Dick shushs him. Rocking his hips. Kisses and kisses. Everything's okay. He's got you. But Tim refuses to settle.

The air of the room shifts, floors creek just slightly under heavy boots. Dick keeps rocking his hips, eyes locked with Bruce's. He's NOT going to get up. Timmy needs a pack. Needs LOVE. He's feels so, so good. And Dick is taking such good care of him. He NEEDS them.

And.. Can Bruce really argue? Tim is alone. Brilliant, gorgeous, and alone. Drifting over to scruff him? Can Bruce REALLY say he does not look like he was MEANT to be there? Beneath Dick. Soft and safe. Warm and loved? Taken care of by their pack?

He can't.

He scuffs his boy. HIS. And Tim goes limp, Dick shuddering on top of him. Face pressing against Bruce's hand, where it holds Tim's neck, arms hiking up Tim's hips. Thrusting for real. Putting his back into it.

Punching out cries from Tim with every slam against his spots. He can't move, scuffed as he is. Can only stare up. Watch as Batman, Bruce, watch HIM.

Watchs him getting... getting FUCKED. He sees Batman reach for something down the bed. Textured leather is rubbing against his clit, moments later. Dick groans in his ear as Tim spasms around him, Bruce's teasing making him tighter. I.. It's too much. Too vulnerable. Too much!

He being filled. He whines.

Gets a pack bite for his trouble, from Dick.

Then Dick's being shoo'd to the side and Tim is choking on air. Dicks cum the only thing making it slick enough. Beta's don't STRETCH like that! Big. Too big. Can't BREATHE.

But Bruce makes him breathe. Rocks and rocks until he's in. Until he's so full everything feels permanently different. Pressed down into a nest and trapped under a solid wall of Alpha. Whimpering, conquered, and held. Told over and over that Bruce has him. It's okay now.

Not enough ROOM to argue. To THINK. Whatever he wants.

He fuck Tim slow and careful. It's still almost enough to cry. But he promises not to knot him. He PROMISES. It would hurt him. Tear things. He won't hurt Tim. He whispers soothing noises. Holds Tim still, as he works himself in and out of a hot, perfect little vice.

Keeps his word. The knot stays OUT of Tim's poor, tight, little body. It'd never fit. He seed doesn't either. Gushing and spurting around the edges. Making Tim jerk and cry out. His abused little hole oozing thickly. Bruce bites him. Of course he does, he can't lose this chance.

They'll figure out details in the morning.

Damian will be THRILLED. He'd been planning a long term seduction plan for weeks. And Jason will no doubt drag Tim off to scent him the second he's able. Betas are said to be calming influences in a pack. Assuming the can all SHARE. Helping Tim settle in is going to be a wonderful group project.

He's touch starved, feral, and deeply wary of any sign of affection. Pampering him is undoubtedly going to be a group effort. But watching Dick cuddle his newest pack member? Tim relaxed in exhausted but peaceful rest? Bruce knows it's worth it.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!! beta tim being brought into the pack and made a member whether he likes it or not!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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coraniaid · 1 year ago

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I don’t think it’s particularly controversial to suggest that, if Buffy the Vampire Slayer were being made today – in the age of streaming and binge-watching, when even as many as twelve episodes in a single season seems like a luxury – neither Phases nor Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered would ever have made it to the screen.

To use a term I’m not sure Tumblr really approves of, they’re both very clearly filler episodes: moments of relative calm between the major events of Innocence and Passion. They don’t do much if anything to advance the main plot of the season, and they’re primarily focused on characters other than the star of the show. Phases is about Willow and her relationship with Oz; Bewitched… Is about Xander and his relationship with Cordelia.

Actually, I think these are a type of episode that we haven’t really seen in Buffy before. In Season 1, there wasn’t really any obvious season-long arc for the monster of the week episodes to distract from. The Master didn’t have a concrete plan to escape the Hellmouth that we ever saw after the first two episodes, and between The Harvest and Prophecy Girl Buffy didn’t exactly do much to try to stop him. Yes, the episodes of the season still fall into a fairly natural order and sometimes have long-term consequences – we meet the Anointed One in Never Kill A Boy On The First Date, say goodbye to Principal Flutie in The Pack, learn about Angel being a vampire in Angel, meet Jenny Calendar in I Robot, You Jane and Principal Snyder in The Puppet Show – but there just isn’t the same divide between “arc episode” and “filler episode” that I think there is for the later seasons.

And that didn’t change immediately in Season 2, even with the introduction of Spike and Drusilla. These characters, let’s not forget, were not really interested in Buffy except as an obstacle. Spike was in Sunnydale looking for a cure for Drusilla. It never seemed particularly strange to spend a few episodes focusing on something else. It’s only now, in the second half of the season, that there’s a sense of urgency. It’s only now – with Angelus out there and actively planning to hurt Buffy and her friends – that it starts to seem a little strange that the show isn’t carrying directly on with that part of the story.

Of course, neither of these episodes is entirely divorced from the events of the wider season. It’s not at all an original observation on my part to note that both episodes are, on a metaphorical level, very much about Buffy and Angel’s doomed relationship.

In Phases, Oz is Angel: the show repeatedly makes a point of reminding us that he is older than Willow; Xander worries about the fact he is “attractive” (compare with his complaint in Teacher’s Pet that nobody had told him that Angel was “a very attractive man”); Oz’s peers can only think of one reason why he might be dating somebody younger than him: “she’s got to be putting out, or what’s the point?”.

And that’s before we learn that Oz is cursed to transform into something monstrous, something that “acts on pure instinct: no conscience, predatory and aggressive.” A monster that, Buffy is told, her refusal to kill makes her uniquely responsible for: “if that thing out there harms anyone, it’s gonna be on your pretty little head.” You don’t need to look very hard to find the subtext here.

Meanwhile, while Xander and Cordelia’s relationship in Bewitched… isn’t quite so obvious a parallel to Buffy and Angel, the spell Xander is responsible for casting has an impact that’s not totally dissimilar to the curse affecting Angel. When Giles says “it’s not love, it’s obsession. Selfish, banal obsession” he could just as easily be talking about the nature of Angelus’s new obsession with Buffy as he is about the actual plot of the episode. “He would think of it as affection, I suppose.”

But other people have gone into all this in much more depth than I can, and I don’t really have anything new to say about that.

What’s more interesting to me is to realize that it’s not the only thing these two episodes have in common. Not only are these episodes that I don’t think we saw in Season 1, in a sense they are episodes that we couldn’t have seen in Season 1.

I’ve talked a bit before about how Season 2 has started fleshing out the world of Sunnydale a little bit more, with more minor recurring characters and callbacks to the events of previous episodes. These minor characters and history are, in some sense, essential to the plot of both episodes. Xander brings up his memories of being possessed by a hyena spirit in Phases while Oz stares curiously at the statue that imprisons Amy’s mother; Cordelia’s friend Harmony returns for the first time since Season 1 in Bewitched… and this is the first episode that really solidifies her group of friends. This is a show with a history now, and these episodes take place in that context. It helps a lot that we’ve met so many of the minor characters in these two episodes already. It’s just a shame the show couldn’t have made Angelus’s victim of the week Theresa somebody we’d seen before.

And as well taking advantage of this existing world-building, both these episodes continue that trend: bringing back a character who’d only appeared in a single episode of the show before and making them recurring. Phases brings back Larry Blaisdell, who’d previously only appeared in Halloween, while Bewitched… brings back Amy Madison, last seen almost a year ago in Season 1’s Witch. But neither character is quite the person we thought they were. In Phases we find out that Larry is gay – the first and, in fact, only man on the show to explicitly come out as gay (no, obviously Scott Hope doesn’t count, come on) – and in Bewitched we find out that Amy has (for reasons the show will never bother to explain) taken up her mother’s interest in witchcraft.

How consequential either of these things really are in the longer term is perhaps a matter for debate. After Phases, Larry will appear in just three episodes of the show, all in Season 3, before being killed off in the season finale. Amy will be a little more fortunate – she will also almost be killed in Season 3, and while she survives she will be almost written out of the show for some years, but she will at least be talked about quite a few times before finally being brought back for three episodes in Season 6 and one last episode in Season 7.

The show won’t forget that Larry’s gay – in fact it will quite literally be the second-to-last thing anybody ever says about him – but at the same time he’s out in a very limited way. We never see any of the boys his grandmother is apparently setting him up with; nor do we see Larry show any sign of being attracted to any other man on the show.

Equally the show will never forget that Amy is a witch, but it will discard almost everything else about her. The show reminded us about her mother in Phases, but has already forgotten about her father. She uses her magic purely for selfish reasons here, but Season 3 will have her practicing “harmless” magic with Willow for other people’s benefit, while Season 6 will retcon her as a magical junkie. Amy will go on to be mentioned in or appear in every single season of the show without the writers ever bothering to give her a consistent personality.

(It’s a little odd too that, despite the show very firmly settling on the idea that being a witch is a metaphor for being a lesbian in its fourth and fifth seasons – and despite the fact that this episode introduces Amy by having her ask Willow if she’s planning to go to the school’s Valentine’s Dance – there’s never any suggestion that Amy might be gay. In fact, Season 6’s Smashed tells us that she was planning to ask Larry out to the end of year Prom before she turned herself into a rat. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as out as he told Xander he was?)

The longer term consequences of the main plots of these two episodes are also rather limited. Cordelia chooses to give up on her social standing because her friends are “sheep” (for which read: susceptible to magical mind control, I guess?) in order to date Xander (who might have spent the season insulting and belittling her, but did buy her one (1) nice gift) but this relationship will last for only a dozen further episodes. And while Oz and Willow will stay together for much longer, the show won’t ever find anything interesting to do with the fact Oz is a werewolf until Season 4, when it uses it as a pretext for writing him out of the show.

So yes, these episodes aren’t just filler – they have something to say about the season arc, even if they don’t advance it directly, and they introduce real changes into the world of the show – but they are still somehow insubstantial. I don’t think anything happens in either of them that really matters. If you forget that Oz is a werewolf, or that Cordelia apparently thought Xander’s attempt to mind control her for “revenge” was romantic, you really won’t be missing much.

And in the interests of transparency, I should probably admit – if it wasn’t already obvious – that I simply don’t think either of them is very good. Yes, on one level, I’m glad that the show’s writers had the space to make these sorts of episodes – episodes that explore characterisation and flesh out the world and don’t directly advance the plot – but the specific episodes that were actually made honestly kind of suck.

Phases has its moments, but it’s decidedly uneven with at least as many misses as hits, and overall I think it’s a pretty average episode at best. The fact that Oz’s werewolf costume is terrible is balanced only by the knowledge it will somehow get worse. And Bewitched… is, by some distance, the episode I’ve least enjoyed of all my current rewatch. Even just trying to summarize the plot makes me feel a little sick. I would genuinely think better of the show if this episode hadn’t ever made it to air.

(So, yeah: for those following along, I think the worst episodes of the rewatch so far, by some distance, have been Teacher’s Pet, The Pack and now Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered. No need to point out the common theme or character-focus of these three episodes.

Going into this rewatch I really didn’t think of myself as somebody who hates Xander Harris. He certainly isn’t my favorite character, but I think the show does ultimately find some pretty interesting and sympathetic things to do with him. And I think the popular fandom idea that Xander is uniquely a ‘Whedon self-insert’ while all the other characters on Buffy are somehow not is pretty silly. But quite a large part of my rewatch experience so far has involved having to remind myself, over and over, that Xander gets better. Eventually. Surely.

And … well, it must be true. Because right now his character has nowhere to go but up.)

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summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare.

part one part two part three part four part five

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The next few days went on smoothly, you and Rafe opting to spend most of your time in his house to avoid any confrontation with anyone on the island. Wheezie loved the fact that you had essentially moved yourself into their house, and Rose was happy to have a friendly face around. Every single night you spent laying next to Rafe, still not touching, until you fell asleep and your bodies naturally gravitated towards each other like always. You were finishing up your last final on your laptop sitting at the desk in Rafe’s room while he sat quietly watching you from his bed, that man really would not leave your side. The plan was to pack up your stuff tomorrow to be officially moved back into your parent's house and he couldn't hardly wait. Neither of you had talked about what all this means in terms of your relationship, and you hadn’t kissed since the other night. You didn’t want to rush into things, but it kept getting more challenging as time passed. Every time he looked down at you or smiled at you or pouted his lips out of habit while he focused on something, it made it impossible to not want to kiss him. You really wanted to take things slow, how can you be sure you’re ready to be back together again? It’s only been a week since you’ve been back but being with Rafe felt so natural, it was like you two were put on this earth to exist together. Once you submitted your final, the two of you walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack and Rafe made cocktails for the both of you.

“Wanna go for a swim?” he asked.

“Yes. It’ll be so nice to float around for a little while after sitting for so long. Wait I don’t have a swimsuit. I guess I can just run home real quick.”

“Or,” he trailed off, “No one is home, we could just skinny dip.” You hated how much you loved the smirk on his face and tried to hide your smile.

“You’re not that lucky, Cameron,” you patted his chest as you walked past him to get a water from his fridge. You walked outside to the pool and started to strip, leaving your underwear on, not even turning around to see if Rafe was watching from where you had left him inside. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you in underwear before, and no one else was home. What’s the harm? He shook his thoughts out of his head as he watched you dive right into the pool and started to pull his clothes off too. He grabbed your phone off the top of the pile of your clothes and unlocked it to connect it to the Bluetooth speaker, shuffling your liked songs. You smiled at the effort he put in to make you as happy as he could. He jumped in as close to you as possible to splash you and you laughed, splashing him back as soon as he came up for water. You went over to finish your cocktail and poured another glass out of the strainer. You floated over to the edge of the pool and rested your head on your arms, Rafe following closely behind you. You turned your head to the other side to look at him, a clump of your wet hair falling on your face. He reached out to tuck it behind your head gently and you gave him a soft smile.

“You’re so gentle with me, I wish you could let other people see this side of you,” you whispered.

He folded his arms on the ledge of his pool and rested his head too. You watched him get lost in his head for a second until he spoke up.

“When Sarah told you about… everything. Did she tell you what happened to my father?”

You stopped for a second, he hasn’t mentioned anything about him at all since you’ve been here.

“Oh my God, Rafe, do you not know?”

He shook his head sadly, “No one told me.”

You told him everything Sarah had told you, he started tearing up when you finished and you swam over to hug him.

“As much as you don’t want to hear this, it wasn’t the pogue’s fault. It just sucks.”

“You really believe they didn’t have anything to do with it?” He asked skeptically.

“No, they would never do that. I wish everyone could get along. Sarah lost her dad that day too, and so did John B.”

He nodded as he sniffled and leaned down to rest his head on yours. Once you pulled away, you both swam around for a little bit quietly until your phone chimed through the speaker. Finishing your glass, you pulled yourself out of the pool to check it. Rafe tried not to stare as he watched you come out of the water, clearing his throat as he watched your backside sway as you walked.

Can we talk?

“It’s your sister,” you gasped.

“Sarah? What the hell does she want?”

“Be nice, she just asked to talk to me.”

Of course, when?

We’re all at John B’s if you want to come over.

“They want me to meet them at John B’s. Would it be okay if I showered here before I go there?”

“You don’t have to ask,” he sighed, disappointed that your pool time got cut short.

You smiled at him and grabbed your clothes to walk back into the house, passing Rose in the kitchen, awkwardly waving as you tried to cover yourself as much as possible with a towel.

“Have a nice swim?” She smirked as Rafe walked in, obviously shocked to see her standing there. The two of you practically ran up the stairs to avoid the situation, he changed and sat on his desk chair as you went to the bathroom to shower.

“Nobody’s home,” you mocked his voice through the door of the bathroom as you stripped out of your underwear, “Thank God I was the smart one and said no to skinny dipping.”

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed.

After your shower, you came out with a towel still around your head, and he chuckled.

“Can I drive you there?”

“If you want to, sure.”

“I do.”

He smiled as you hung up the towel and brushed your hair out quickly, not bothering to dry it.

“Wanna take the bike?” he asked as you walked down and out of the front door.

You smiled and nodded as he grabbed his helmet for you to wear. The ride over was quick, but the air felt nice. You got off the bike when he pulled up and he looked over at the pogues, nodding his head in their direction. They all watched you take the helmet off to put it on him and smiled as he told you to text him when you want to be picked up.

You walked up to them as Rafe pulled away and waved, “Hey guys.”

They nodded in your direction as you awkwardly stood there.

“We’re sorry,” Sarah started, “We shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“No-” you tried to interject but she cut you off quickly.

“No, seriously, we were just trying to look out for you but I think that got lost in translation.”

You nodded, “I get that you guys hate Rafe, I completely understand why. But I can’t just leave him.”

“Hey, Y/N, whatever you decide to do, it’s not our business, right? We’re here for you,” JJ added.

“Aw, you guys…” you trailed off with a smile and ran up to give them a big group hug.

“Do you want to hang out for a little bit? I’ve barely seen you since I’ve been back,” Sarah asked.

“Uh, yes, of course.”

You all decided to make a fire and partake in some of the alcohol they had left over from their last party. You all talked until everyone started to feel the alcohol and JJ suggested truth or dare. Everyone took turns; Pope had to run into the marsh, JJ shotgunned three beers, Sarah had to share the weirdest place she’s ever had sex, and now Pope chose you next. You looked at him nervously, he wouldn’t be that harsh, right? You chose the safest bet and went with truth.

“Are you and Rafe back together?”

“Nevermind, dare,” you replied instantly.

A chorus of shouts came from everyone, “Chicken! You can’t back out now!” JJ yelled.

“Okay, okay. I don’t know the answer to that question. I swear, I’m not lying.”

“Well have y’all hooked up since you’ve been back?” JJ asked.

“JJ! Only one question per turn, sorry!”

Another ensemble of shouts, this time Sarah jumped in, “Come on, you can’t blame us for being curious. He hasn’t bothered any of us in almost a week. He’s gotta be holed up at Tannyhill for good reason.”

You sighed, “No, we haven’t done anything.”

Everyone was quiet like they knew there was more to the story, and the alcohol made you let it all loose.

“Okay fine, we made out. It was a one-time thing and I told him I wanted to slow down. But now I’ve been sleeping in his bed every night and it’s all becoming very confusing”

They all looked around at each other and then busted out laughing, “You guys are so getting back together,” Pope said.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a text. How you holding up?

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face, he was thinking about you. What was he doing right now while you were gone? This is the longest you’ve been apart since you got back and you already missed being around him.

Great, tipsy, they love me again.

I’m happy for you, let me know when I need to come pick you up.

“Shot time!” JJ yelled swishing a bottle around, Kie trailing behind him with seven little red solo shot glasses.

Miss me?

It’s too quiet.

You sighed happily at his response and put your phone away. When you looked up, everyone was already looking at you, “What?”

“It’s just weird to think that Rafe Cameron is the person who’s making you this happy,” Pope said.

“What are you talking about?”

“That girl is in love,” Cleo chimed in.

“You can’t stop smiling, who else would you be texting right now?” Sarah asked.

You paused, “My mom.”

They all cracked up laughing at your terrible attempt at a lie.

“Yeah right, come do this shot with us,” JJ said.

The game of truth or dare continued, the shots kept getting poured, and everyone was pretty heavily intoxicated when you decided to text Rafe.

Come get me???! Pleaseeeee I’m ready to sleeeeeep

Be there soon, be safe

You too <333<333

“Are you staying tonight, Y/N?” Sarah asked.

“Nah, I’m gonna go back with Rafe, I have no comfy clothes here. I just texted him.”

A teasing ‘awww’ came from John B. You were telling them about how Rose had caught you both in your underwear earlier when you heard a car pull up. Rafe put the car in park and stepped out, walking in your direction.

“Oh great, now he’s coming over here,” JJ mumbled, causing Kie to elbow him in the ribs when she saw the sad look on your face at JJ’s reaction. She watched as it changed to completely lighting up when you made eye contact with him. He looked almost… shy as he walked over, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to hold back the smile as you waved at him excitedly.

“Rafe! You’re here!” you smiled.

“Yeah, hey guys,” he said awkwardly. Everyone grumbled hello’s and he could tell no one else was happy to see him. He walked closer, pushing himself into the circle you all had formed around the circle.

“You ready?” he whispered.

“Yep!”

He nodded and helped you up from your seat, you giggled as you lost balance, making him grab your waist to steady you. He paused for a second and cleared his throat, making everyone look at him.

“I know, that this probably doesn’t mean anything to you guys. But I just want you to know, I sincerely apologize for everything that has happened. Okay? I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I just lost my cool a few times. I wish I could take it back. So I’m sorry. I’m trying to be a better man.”

He stabilized you and walked over to John B and stuck his hand out for him to shake. John B looked at him, then at Sarah, and then at you. He took a breath and shook it, with no other words exchanged. Rafe went to Pope next, who shook it wearily, and finally JJ. JJ laughed incredulously but took his hand, sighing and shaking his head in disbelief. You smiled, giddy at the thought of things looking up, you were practically floating over to Rafe.

“Okay, goodnight everyone,” he said, trying to be respectful.

You turned so your back was facing him as you look at everyone with wide eyes and a surprised look on your face as you shrugged.

“Bye, guys!” You waved as he walked you to the car with his hand on the small of your back, opening the door for you.

“Okay, what the fuck?” John B whispered as they watched you drive off.

“So you had fun?” Rafe asked.

“Yes! It was a great time! I missed them so much, we played truth or dare and it was so much fun. And then they asked me so many questions about you and then we took so many shots,” you ranted, obviously energized from the alcohol.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, “Yeah? What’d they ask about me?”

“Just about if we had fucked and if we’re getting back together.”

He was caught off guard by your bluntness. He almost felt bad for asking this next question, knowing it could seem like he was taking advantage of your intoxicated state, but he needed to know what you thought.

“What did you tell them?” He tried hard to act nonchalant, but you couldn’t tell right now,

“I just told them the truth, that we made out, and now every time I see you I want to do it again, and more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Me too, Y/N,” he said softly. You looked at him and smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. This time, you noticed the blush on his cheek when you pulled away.

“What’d you do while I was gone? Besides miss me, of course.”

“I missed you, thought about you, wondered what you were doing, texted you, and that took up pretty much all of my time until I had to come to pick you up,” he shrugged.

You giggled at his goofiness as he pulled up to the house, “Don’t move,” he demanded as he ran over to the other side of the car to open the door for you.

“Your castle awaits,” he said in a fake posh accent, grabbing your hand to help you hop out of the car.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” you attempted to curtsy.

“Okay, let’s get you into bed. We have to be up tomorrow to get you all moved back.”

You groaned at the thought, “Why’d you let me drink so much?” you asked, pretending to be mad at him.

A look of panic flickered in his eyes when he thought you were actually mad at him until you broke out with a smile, “Just kidding!”

You walked up the stairs and made your way to the drawer of his t-shirts, taking what used to be your favorite one. You took your shirt off without a second thought, and he snapped his head in the opposite direction as he caught a glimpse of your bare back. Your bra was still wet from swimming earlier so you had left in the bathroom to hang up, and he didn’t want to take advantage of your trust in him by trying to sneak a peek of your naked chest.

“You can turn around now.”

He looked at you, in his shirt, hair tied up, and no pants on. He was speechless.

“Y/N. On a scale of one through ten, how drunk would you say you currently are?”

“Probably a 6 or 7, why?”

“I have something to show you.”

“Is it your penis?”

He laughed, “No, Y/N, what happened to taking it slow?”

You shrugged, laughing at his reaction as he walked over to his nightstand, grabbing a velvet box. You sat down on the bed next to where he stood as he opened it to show you what was inside. Tears pricked your eyes as you took in the sight of the promise ring he had given you years ago.

“You kept it?”

“Of course I did. I always hoped you would come back to me and want this back.”

You took it from him and slid it on your finger, “Still fits,” you gasped. Tears fell from both of your faces as he looked down at your hand, it was perfect, and right where it belonged.

“I love you,” he whispered, your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he backtracked, watching your face intently, shock written all over it, “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfor-”

The words fell silent as you reached up and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

“I never stopped loving you, Rafe.”

He couldn’t hold himself back from placing a kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet. You whimpered at the feeling, longing for more. He wanted more so badly, but that would have to wait for a night when you weren’t out drinking without him.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep,” he whispered and you nodded, climbing into the bed next to him. He opened his arm to you, and you laid your head on his chest, your hand resting on his abdomen and your leg tangling between his.

“Goodnight, Rafe.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

part seven

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