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Part 1: Her Broken Heart

Teen Wolf : Multishot

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: series rewrite, start of season 1 {aka 2011}, slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, eventual pining, eventual NSFW, usual teen wolf levels of violence and gore, heart conditions, health problems, lightheadedness, fainting

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: Just a note that the reader will be in the dark for a while, meaning that lots of episodes/scenes will be skipped. Also, the heart conditions/problems the reader has comes solely from extensive research and isn't meant to be completely accurate - I did my best.

Part 1: Her Broken Heart {You Are Here}

Part 2: A Lacrosse Boyfriend

Part 3: Blue Handprints

Part 4: Ollie's Catnip

Part 5: Mieczyslaw

Part 6: Orange Cream and Peachy Sugar

Part 7: The Summer Filter

Part 8: The Favor

You walk purposefully to your last class of the day, holding onto the straps of your backpack like your life depended on it. New school. Old town.

It was just so noisy.

The squeak of your sneakers was drowned by the bustle of the dozens of highschoolers weaving through the hallways. Side conversations rose in volume, laughter was piercing, lockers slammed metallically, and the morning bell rang with a sharp noise.

You avoid rubbing shoulders with your peers, but inevitably a lacrosse player rams into your side while chasing a ball. You put a hand protectively to your chest, a glimmer of pain dancing across your ribs.

Breathe, you remind yourself. Just breathe.

Walking into English, you eye the rapidly filling seats. You recognize most faces even if they don’t recognize yours. A few skittish steps forward and you spot the dark silhouette of Scott McCall.

The uneven beating of your heart seems to lessen at someone you could at least talk to amicably. He appears to feel the same as he finds your gaze and smiles crookedly.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he whispers encouragingly. “It’s nice to see you finally at school.”

You smile back, “Thanks, it’s good to be out and about.” You pick the desk beside him, closest to the window. “There’s a lot of people here.”

Scott laughs, “What did you expect?”

“Less than this,” you say, thumbing the syllabus in front of you. “I thought Beacon Hills was a small city.”

You hear a cough directly behind you, fingers drumming against the metal desk surface. You flit your gaze to Scott, but he merely rolls his eyes.

“(Y/N), this is Stiles. Stiles… meet (Y/N).”

You turn in your seat to see a closely shaved head, wrinkled hoodie, and widening brown eyes.

“Uh… hi,” he says.

You swallow hard, “Hello.” Your brow furrows, “You’re Scott’s best friend.”

Stiles nods, playing with his fingers, “Yeah, for years. And you are…?”

“Another friend,” Scott interjects, “Friend of the family.”

You feel warmth as Stiles leans forward in his seat, “A friend that I’ve never heard about?”

That made your stomach clench. Of course you didn’t have many close friends, more acquaintances than anything else, but it still scared you to think you’d be judged on that fact.

“We don’t talk much,” you say quietly, turning back around.

Scott had what you hoped wasn’t a pitying look in his eye when he got distracted by neighbors ruffling through papers; then to a pencil dropping; then to a charm bracelet clanking against a desk. With each new noise his head was whipping about.

You tried to read the first page of your syllabus when a gentle tap on your shoulder startles you. You contained the jump in your heart as you turned towards Stiles.

He spoke with a soft but urgent voice, “Are you new to the town?”

“No,” you answer shortly.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you at school before?”

“I was homeschooled until this year.” The anxious fist in your stomach continues to clench further. “I’ve lived here almost all my life.”

He continues to lean forward as the teacher rose to address the class. “How do you know Scott?”

“Our parents are friends.”

“How come he’s never mentioned you before?”

You give a breathy laugh, “Do you always interrogate newcomers or is this just your usual charm?”

He finally leans back in his seat, “I like a good mystery.”

Your smiling reply makes the corner of Stiles’ mouth quirk upward, just as the teacher declares:

“Stiles, are we really going to end the day with a detention?”

Stiles looks up, frowning, “No, sir – just welcoming a new face.”

“Yes, Miss. Westbrook. I’d suggest surrounding yourself with different company. We don’t want a tainted reputation now, would we?”

Scott put a hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh as Stiles lifted his arms in silent outrage. You are stunned but feel a giggle rise in your chest.

The teacher continues, “As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”

The laughter in your chest dies in a cough as you replay the teachers unfeeling words in your mind.

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

There was a collective groan, but you had already started dating the semesters projects in your academic calendar. The different books you’d be reading were some of your favorite classics: The Scarlet Pimpernel, Jane Eyre, The Count of Monte Cristo, and Sense and Sensibility.

You could already see the outline for your midterm paper on the differences between loving with sense and loving with sensibility.

Then the classroom door opened, and a pretty girl walked in with someone from the office.

“Class, this is our new student Allison Argent.”

You silently thanked the heavens that you weren’t introduced like that to the entire sophomore class. But the introduction intrigued you. Perhaps you could befriend this new student as you were somewhat new yourself.

You met her quickly by her locker after class.

“Hello,” you say in your gentle voice, “I’m (Y/N). I’m new to the school too.”

“Oh, thank god,” Allison says, “Just when I thought I’d never survive the first day.”

You grin, “New kids on the block need to stick together. How are you feeling about the move?”

“I’m used to it,” she says, leaning against the wall of lockers, “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m not new to the city, just the school. I was homeschooled before this. Jumping into the school year in January isn’t preferable, but it’s better than listening to your mom lecture about the Pythagorean theorem while doing the dishes.”

Allison laughs just as another girl walks over to introduce herself and her boyfriend. This new face, Lydia Martin, was clearly a commanding personality. And you quickly quiet yourself as she speaks to Allison.

“So, this weekend, there’s a party.”

“A party?” Allison says, taking a step closer to you.

The boyfriend, Jackson, adds, “Yeah, Friday night. You should come.”

Allison clearly didn’t want to go, judging by how she closed herself off and turned towards you. She fumbles for something to say as you note how the two popular kids never acknowledged your presence.

“Actually, we’ve already made plans for Friday night,” you say quickly, the beating of your heart increasing as Lydia made eye contact with you. “I’m helping her finish setting up her room.”

“Who are you?” Lydia asks, surveying you with her wide eyes.

Allison interjects, “This is (Y/N), she’s new to the school too.”

Lydia seems satisfied in her findings, “Pretty.” She pulls on both of your sleeves, “Let’s go to lacrosse practice.”

You panic, “Oh, no – I actually need to head to the library. The first day came with a lot of homework.” You curse the lines of judgment creasing Lydia’s brow. “I’m sorry, I need to catch up.”

“You need to pick, sweetheart. Beauty or brains. You can’t have both in this school.”

You believe that to be blatantly untrue, but you apologize again as Allison gets dragged off. You sigh, steadying your heartbeats. Your mother will be coming soon to pick you up anyway.

~~~

It was another long evening shift at the hospital working in the clinic. You assisted with logging patients in, taking their medical histories, noting their blood pressure, and administering medications.

You were currently disposing of some items in the sharps container when Nurse McCall came around with a dirty gown and gloves.

“(Y/N)!” she says cheerfully, “How are you?”

You smile, washing your hands in the nearby sink, “Tired, but that’s not unusual.”

She gave you a motherly look, eyeing you like the nurse she was. “How’s your breathing? Have you gotten lightheaded tonight?”

“Nope.” That was a lie. “I’ve been doing great. I worked through the line waiting in the clinic. Now I’ve just got to clean up before heading home.”

She raises her eyebrows, impressed. “I wish your work ethic came in a bottle. I’d give a dose to my son.”

“Oh, you should give Scott more credit. He’s working hard on the lacrosse team, I hear.”

“Have you two… has he been…”

You give a soft smile, “He’s been talking to me in class, yes. He’s been very kind to me.”

“Good,” that seems to relieve her. “I know you’re not the closest of friends but starting school in the middle of the year can’t be easy.”

“No,” you say with a sigh, “But I think I’ve made a few friends. Scott and Lydia and Allison…”

“So are you going to the party tomorrow night?”

You give a weak laugh, “I don’t think I’m made for parties, Melissa.”

“I mean,” she laughs too, “Scott is taking Allison to that party – I figured if you’re all friends now then…”

“Oh,” you compose yourself, “No, I’m not going.”

“Shame,” Melissa folds her arms, “I would’ve liked a trusted pair of eyes on my son. I tell you he’s gotten all squirrely since coming back from winter break.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’ll check up on Allison to make sure she’s alright.”

Melissa leans over and rubs your arm, “You’ve been working like a madman since the summer. We’re all very impressed with you, (Y/N). But you have a habit of doing too much and telling us too little. You have to promise me you’ll be honest about how you’re feeling.”

You brush her off, “How many times have we had this conversation?” You take a step back, “I feel fine. The summer tuned me up. I feel I can do anything now.”

“I like the confidence,” Melissa says warmly, but she still held worry in her eyes. “I’m just looking out for you. I promised your mom.”

You grimace, “Has she been bombarding you much?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

The pair of you share a laugh, “I wish she’d stop worrying.”

“We all worry,” Melissa sighs, grabbing a new box of gloves for the nurses station. “That’s what happens when you have people that care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you walk around her, “I gotta go before my dad waits in the urgent care drop off too long.”

“Hey, about that…” Melissa calls after your retreating form. “I was thinking about your carpool situation and maybe you and Scott could drive together. You know – so you don’t have to rely on your parents as much.”

Anything to get more independence from your parents. “I didn’t think Scott had a car.”

“No, he doesn’t. He gets rides from his friend Stiles. Maybe you could join them?” She watches your expression grow anxious, “Or you could ask your new girl friends?”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Lydia and Allison live on the other side of town in those big important houses with the four-car garages.”

Melissa shrugs, “Then ask the boys. Stiles is a little… odd. But he’s a good kid.”

“Thanks, Melissa,” you give her a tired smile, “I’ll see you over the weekend.” You pull out your phone as you head to clock out.

Your connected watch reports to you the steady heartbeat you’ve had during the day – just two rapid spikes. Swiping away the health report, you text Allison and wait for her replies as you head towards your father’s car.

“So you’re actually going to the party?”

“What can I say… Scott asked me.”

You smirk, “I saw that coming a million miles away.”

“Sorry about our hangout though, I was going to tell you at school tomorrow.”

“It’s alright. I’ll just get started on the chemistry homework for next week.”

“You don’t want to come with us?”

You scoff, “And be a third wheel? No thank you.”

Your dad continues a conversation about your workday as he drove out of the hospital parking lot. “Any big cases come in?”

“No, nothing particularly stressful. Maybe one guy who was nervous around needles.”

“Good,” your dad says. “I’m proud of you sweetheart. And not a single fainting in five weeks.”

You lean your head against the window, suddenly glum, “Let’s hope it continues.”

~~~

Friday comes and you’re on the couch enjoying another read of Harry Potter. You were just getting to the confession scene in the Shrieking Shack when your mother came in with a cup of herbal tea.

“You seem a little quiet today,” she says, nestling into the opposite end of the couch.

“No more than usual,” you say, sipping the honey and herb concoction. “I usually spend Friday nights reading, mom.”

She nods, stirring her tea in thought, “Yes, usually. But in the last few months you’ve been branching out. Going to public school, getting a job at the hospital, making some new friends.”

“And while that’s all terribly exciting, I still enjoy a quiet evening with my books.”

“Of course,” your mother replies, “How have you been feeling?”

“Mom,” you groan, “I feel fine!”

She sat straighter, “You have had two dizzy spells this past week. It’s not a crime to ask how you’re doing.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I started school this week, I’m bound to be a little stressed about that, aren’t I? When I started my job at the hospital there were a few dizzy spells in the beginning, remember?”

“Yes, but you don’t tell us about them anymore. I have to pull up your watch readings to find out.”

“What’s the point? I can’t control them all. Sometimes they happen out of the blue.”

“Precisely,” she says louder, “Which is why it’s important to monitor them for your doctor’s appointments.”

You open your book in a huff, “Can we not talk about this anymore? It always puts the house in a mood.”

Your phone buzzes with a text from Allison. Your mother peers over your shoulder to see if it was a notification from your health app.

“Allison is getting a ride home from the party,” you whisper, texting a reply, “I wonder what happened with Scott.”

“Weren’t they on a date?” your mother asks, relaxed now that she knew the cause of your phone lighting up.

You shrug, “I thought so. I’m going to check on her. I’m sure she’ll want to vent.” You get up with your book and find your sneakers. “Could I have a sleepover?”

Your mother battled the rebuttal of keeping you at home – to coddle you with her security. “As long as you have your medication I don’t see why not.”

“I can drop her off on my way to the firehouse,” your father says, adorning his firefighter t-shirt and cargo pants. It would appear he had another overnight shift.

Fifteen minutes later you were outside the Argent residence, Allison waiting by the front door to welcome you with her frustrations.

The home was tall with big, open rooms full of chandelier light. It was rich with mahogany browns and beamed ceilings. Allison was guiding you up the stairs after a quick introduction to her mother in the living room.

“I just don’t understand why he left me there,” she says with an edge, “I thought he liked me.”

“I think he does like you,” you say as you enter a beautifully decorated bedroom. “We have to remember he is a high school boy.”

Allison quirks a faint smile, “But to leave me at a strangers house… he has to know I’m new to the town. I don’t know anybody well enough to get some help! And I was not about to call my parents for a ride. That would’ve been reputation suicide.”

You clear your throat, recalling every instance your parents have carted you around, refusing to let you drive yourself. “Who gave you a ride anyway?”

“Someone named Derek Hale. He said he was a friend of Scott’s.”

You feel your uneven heartbeats pick up, “Derek Hale? He’s back in town?”

“Do you know him?”

“No, it’s just…” your mind wanders to old police reports your mother talked about and past newspapers on the dinner table. “There was a fire that burned up the Hale House years ago. Most of his family died in that fire. He hasn’t been seen for years.”

Allison crosses her arms, suddenly giving herself a kind of protective hug. “You mean, he isn’t a friend of Scott’s?”

“Not that I know of, but I’m as much of a new friend here as you are.”

“But Scott said you’re a friend of the family.”

“Yes, I do work with his mom at the hospital,” you fight to keep the Hale memories at the forefront of your mind. “But that doesn’t mean that I’ve hanged out with Scott much.”

Allison nods, still gripping her arms as creases of worry etch her face. “Why would Derek lie about being friends with Scott?”

“He didn’t try anything in the car, did he?”

“No!” she says quickly, “He was really kind, even held the door open for me. He just asked about my relationship with Scott.”

You could feel the beats in your chest stutter. They were loud in your ears, “What did you tell him?”

“Just that I met him this week. I got help from him at the veterinary clinic – I accidentally hit a dog – and he asked me to this party.”

You sit on her bed, afraid that your heart rate was increasing more, “Did Derek seem interested in just Scott?”

Allison thought about it for a few seconds before sitting in her desk chair, “Yeah, it was the only thing we talked about.”

“Which would make sense if that was the only thing you guys had in common.” You put a hand to your chest, hoping to steady yourself with some pressure. “But I still don’t think him and Scott have ever been close friends.”

“That’s slightly concerning,” she says with a shaky laugh.

You return it, trying to take a deep breath without making it too noticeable. “Other than the abrupt departure and unfortunate ride home… how are you and Scott?”

A genuine smile returns to Allison’s face, “He’s so sweet. You can just tell how nervous he is and it’s so cute. After being jumped by Lydia and her friends it was nice to meet someone more sincere.”

“Lydia can be a little overbearing,” you agree, checking your watch to see your heart rate drop to a more acceptable number. “And Scott really is a sweetheart. He can be a bit of a worrier, but I find those are the ones who care the most.”

Allison likes the calming reassurance until the sound of her mother’s voice pierced the air.

“Allison! It’s for you.”

The loudness prompts the two girls to their feet. Up on the walkway towards the staircase, the pair of you had a perfect view of the door… and the boy standing out in the cold.

“Stiles?” you say confusedly.

Allison’s mother left the door open as she returned to her spot in the living room. Stiles stood awkwardly under the porch light, “Uh… yeah, hi.”

“What’s going on?” you ask, leading the way down the stairs, “Is everything okay?”

“Is Scott okay?” Allison asks quickly, following you to the doorway.

Stiles rambled, hands on his hips, “Yeah! Yeah, Scott is fine.” His eyes lingered on you as he paused. You had an instant suspicion that he was lying. “He asked that I check up on Allison since he had to run out.”

“Well, I got home all right, no thanks to him,” she replied with a huff. “But he seemed off, like he was sick all of the sudden.”

Stiles took hold of the sudden excuse, “Yes! That’s what happened. Scott just got really sick out of nowhere, like really sick – like find me a bathroom right now kind of sick.”

You wrinkled your nose at his lack of a filter, “But you said he’s fine.”

“I mean, yeah now he’s fine,” Stiles said loudly, as if that would cover up his little slip. “He met with his mom at the hospital and she gave him some… treatment.”

Your pulse was picking up again at his obvious covering up, “You know what… I told Melissa I would stop by the hospital late tonight to get my new schedule. You just reminded me,” you smile easily, putting a hand to Allison’s arm. “Raincheck on that sleepover, I don’t want to keep Melissa up all night, especially if Scott isn’t feeling well.”

“Yeah, of course,” Allison said instantly, “And would you text me if you see Scott there?”

“Sure,” you smile, “Stiles?”

He looked to you with wide eyes, “Hm?”

“Could I get a ride?”

~~~

Stiles’ jeep was old and clanky, but in an endearing sort of way. You sat with your back more against the door than the seat, arms wrapped around yourself. Your heart hadn’t stopped beating rapidly. Any faster and you were worried about another attack.

“I’m sorry the heater doesn’t work,” Stiles said with a hint of embarrassment. He smacked the dashboard, “You look cold.”

“It’s alright,” you say quietly. You try to focus on the beats of your heart, willing them to calm down before you started to get lightheaded.

“You know what…” Stiles started to flail his arms around the wheel, trying to remove his suit jacket. He banged his head against the door before straightening out, “Here.”

You look at the outstretched jacket with endearment before quietly taking it, “Thank you.” You were much more graceful putting the jacket on, smiling at how Stiles mistook your concentration on your heart rate for being cold and uncomfortable.

“Now you need to tell me where Scott really is,” you say in your gentle tone.

Stiles suddenly gripped the steering wheel, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Scott isn’t really at the hospital. And I know something is going on with Derek Hale because he lied to Allison. And I have a funny suspicion that you know more than you were telling us.”

There was a twitch in his fingers as Stiles thought about how much to reveal, “You’re right. Something’s wrong with Scott. I don’t know exactly what, but I think he ran off and got lost in the woods.”

“He didn’t give you any hint as to why he would do that?”

“He’s just been acting weird the last few days,” Stiles continued, driving slowly. “When I saw him leave tonight and Allison get picked up… I went after him. But he ran away.”

You wrap the suit jacket closely around you, giggling at how the wide shoulders stuck out on your own frame. It smelled wonderful.

“This calls for a search party.”

Stiles looked worried and frantic again, perhaps still hiding parts of the truth from you. “You don’t mind wandering the roads by the woods? I could still take you…”

“No, I want to help,” you say against your better judgement. Your heart rate still hadn’t gone down. “Let’s start on the north side closest to where the party was at.”

It was already past midnight by the time you started scouting the woods. You kept your eyes out the window, tightly bound in Stiles’ jacket. Your heart rate remained high, the lack of proper oxygen to your brain was starting to make you feel woozy.

Your mother was not going to be happy when she checked your watch monitor.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles asked, “You need to sleep?”

You shook your head, wincing at the slow motion feeling it produced. “No, I can stay awake.”

“It’s not a problem, really. I can drop you off at home.”

“That’ll waste time when we could be searching.” You sit up straighter in an attempt to expand your lungs. “I just need to take a breath.”

Stiles kept looking towards you just as much as he was looking in the surrounding forests. “How close are you and Scott?”

“Not very,” you say, “I’ve met him a couple times with his mom. Our parents are closer than we are.”

“And you’ve lived here most of your life and yet I’ve never met you before.”

You smile, trying to anchor yourself in your surroundings. It was another attempt to control your heart rate.

The smell of Stiles’ jacket. The rough road beneath the tires. The stale, cold air of the jeep. The sound of Stiles’ investigative voice.

“I don’t get out much.”

He laughed, “Then why the sudden change?”

“I felt like it.”

“Woman of many words,” he smirked, “You said you knew Derek Hale lied to Allison. What do you know about the guy?”

You sigh, “Just a little about his past with the house fire. My mom was a part of the dispatch call that handled the case.”

“Wait, did you just say a dispatch call?” Stiles jumped in his seat, “As in, your mom is a police officer?”

“No,” you laugh at his quick movements, “She works at the front desk helping transfer calls between civilians and officers. She hasn’t been on the active force in many years.”

Stiles had a comical scrunch on his face as he thought for a few seconds, “Your mom is Angela Westbrook? Front desk Westbrook?”

You nod, a strange furrow in your brow, “And you know her because?”

“Because my dad is the town sheriff!”

“You’re a Stilinski?”

Stiles had a shock of energy zip through him, “Yes, a Stilinski! I can’t believe our parents work together.”

“Your dad has been to my house a few times,” you say, amazed at the connections. “I wonder why he never mentioned me.”

“I guess I knew Mrs. Westbrook had a daughter, I just didn’t realize we were the same age.”

The hours ticked by as the pair of you searched the woods by the road. You both thought you’d seen some flashlights and decided to avoid them. Stiles came up with the idea to search by foot away from the woods for a mile or so.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a spare flashlight in the back,” he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You sit straighter, “I mean, wasn’t there a dead body found out there earlier this week?”

“The police are handling it.” He steps out of the car to grab his flashlight.

You stay where you are, uncomfortable with the idea of standing up when your heart rate was so close to an attack. You were lightheaded enough that the rush of standing would not bode well.

Stiles came around the other side with an exaggerated expression on his face as he opened your car door. “Forgotten how to use the handle?”

“No, I’m just…” you tug on the jacket sleeves. “I’m a little lightheaded to be honest.”

“What do you mean?” his face fell into concern immediately, “Is something wrong?”

You smile shakily, “Not at all,” you lie through your teeth. “Just be prepared to catch me if I fall.”

Stiles seemed to take that with the most seriousness as he backed up and held out a hand, “I got you.”

You struggle to breathe as you clamber out of the vehicle. You hold tightly to Stiles’ outstretched hand and wait for the inevitable feeling of the blood rushing to your legs. Your head felt empty, and stars started to twinkle in front of your eyes.

Stiles held onto your hand and put an arm around your shoulders as you swayed, “Woah, you weren’t kidding. You alright?”

After a few seconds leaning into him, squeezing his fingers with light pressure, your breaths started to come easier. Your head became clearer.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” You let go of him, checking your watch to see that your heart rate decreased to an acceptable amount.

Stiles backed away quickly, rubbing his hands awkwardly down his pants. He was hesitant to look at you when he replied, “No problem. Does that happen a lot?”

“Oh, you know…” you start venturing towards the tree line, “People get head rushes when they sit too long all the time.”

“Right,” Stiles said faintly, jogging to catch up to you. He clicked on the flashlight and aimed it towards the trees. It was dark and misty and cold. The pair of you kept hearing rustlings between the tree roots and bumping into each other.

You could have sworn you heard howls and growls, but it must’ve been the wind.

“Can I ask why you weren’t at the party?”

“You can, but the answer is boring.” You cross your arms, the too long sleeves engulfing your hands. “I don’t go to parties.”

“Because?”

“Because they make me lightheaded,” you say with a smile.

Stiles tried to pick that apart, but smiled, nonetheless. “You know the more I try to get to know you, the more confusing you become.”

“I thought you liked a good mystery.”

“I do,” Stiles confirmed, shining his flashlight up through tree branches, “I don’t like not knowing things.”

“Sorry, I’m a pretty tightly sealed book,” you shrug, “I can be very evasive.”

“And I can be very persuasive,” Stiles mocked, using a silly voice.

You bump into him again, sort of on purpose and less because you tumbled on a stray twig. “You already know plenty about me.”

“Let’s check the list, shall we?” he chuckled, “You were homeschooled. Your mom works at the station. You suffer from frequent lightheadedness. You don’t get out of the house much. And you’re already a part of the pretty girls club.”

“Excuse me?” you laugh, “The pretty girls club?”

Stiles kicked at the leaves, “Yeah, you know Lydia, Allison… you.”

“Stiles Stilinski, did you just call me pretty?”

He comically puffed out his chest, “In a roundabout way, yes I did.”

You chortle, “See you know a lot about me already. We’ve only known each other three days.”

“You’ll find I can be very determined, (Y/N),” Stiles sighed, “I’ll figure you out soon enough.”

They continued their way through the woods until they came back to the car. It did not go unnoticed that Stiles went to help you open the door and climb into the tall vehicle.

The morning light was starting to peek over the horizon by the time they got back to the roads. The pair of them were starting to grow more worried by the minute. It wasn’t a friendly search party anymore.

“I hope he’s okay,” you say quietly.

Stiles looked your way before resting his hand against the stick shift between you. “We’ll find him. Or he’ll text me as soon as he gets to a phone.”

You lean towards the dashboard, “I guess we’ll find him first.”

Walking along the side of the road, pants covered in dirt and his shirt missing, was Scott. He looked ruffled.

“What happened to him?” Stiles murmured as he pulled over.

“What happened to his shirt?” you say just as quietly. Stiles shot you a look as you strip yourself of his suit jacket.

Scott came to the door and looked shocked to see you handing over the coat. “(Y/N)?”

“Scott,” you say with a smile, “Get in.”

You scoot over to be in the middle. Stiles immediately yanked his arm away as your thigh got in the way of how he was resting his hand on the stick shift. You rubbed shoulders again as Scott got comfortable.

“Long night?” you ask.

Scott rubs at his eyes, banging his head against the window, “You have no idea.” He suddenly turns to you, pressing into your side, “How is Allison?”

“She’s fine,” you say, “I’m a little more worried about you.”

“You know what actually worries me the most?” he grumbles.

Stiles licks his lips, “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now,” Scott frowns, turning to you with regretful eyes.

You take pity on him, rubbing his shoulder, “She’s upset with you, but she doesn’t hate you.”

“But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology,” Stiles says candidly.

Scott groans, leaning against the headrest. You sit scrunched between them, almost scared to lean into either one. “I hear you were really sick last night. Though I don’t see how that explains your lack of clothing.”

“Night sweats,” Scott mumbles, “When I couldn’t sleep through it at home I decided to take a walk through the woods.”

“That’s a long walk,” you say, “Don’t worry, I’ll put a good word in for you with Allison.”

“Would you?” Scott says, looking at you like you were the answer to all of his prayers. “Could you make sure she knows how sorry I am?”

You pull out your phone to send that update text you promised her. “As long as you apologize in person too, I don’t see why not.”

“You’re an angel, (Y/N), thank you.” He bows his shaggy head to your shoulder before pouting against the headrest again.

“Could you drop me off a few blocks from my house? My parents think I’m sleeping over at Allison’s.”

Stiles nods, “Protective parents?”

“A little,” you smile.

“I’ll add that to the list,” he smirks. “I’ll have to open a full case file on you now.”

“That’ll be a dead end.”

Scott opens his eyes to peer at the pair of you, “Sounds like you two had as long of a night as I have.”

You yawn, “Stilinski here is trying to play high school detective. He’s on a role trying to figure out my criminal past.”

“Criminal you say,” Stiles drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “That’ll mean I need a corkboard and some red thread too.”

“What have you found out so far?” Scott muses, somewhat enjoying the change of subject.

“Not much.” Then Stiles points a finger at his best friend, “But you’ve known her longer than me – fess up. What do you know?”

Scott holds back a smile, “Did you figure out her mom works at your dads station?” After a swift nod he continues, “And that her dad is a firefighter?”

“Really?” Stiles says dramatically, “Any siblings?”

“Only child,” Scott continues, rubbing the tired from his eyes, “And she loves to read. Every time I saw her, she was always reading something.”

Stiles had a look of triumph on his face, as if it were a breakthrough in the case, “What book you reading right now?”

“Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.” You point the directions to your street, “I’m at the end when Lupin turns into a werewolf.”

“A what?” Scott says, shooting forward.

The friendly banter between you and Stiles suddenly shifts into surprise, “A werewolf. Haven’t you seen the movies?”

“Right,” he swallows hard, “It’s been a while.”

Stiles licks his lips again, “It’s ironic because last night was the full moon.”

“Oh, was it?” you hum, “That’s funny.”

~~~

You sleep off most of the weekend, having a lecture from your parents about the heart rate spike on Friday. You told them a night of rom coms and silly boy stories with Allison got you excited – that it was all fun and games.

You didn’t tell them you almost fainted because of it.

The next week was more enjoyable than the last. You excelled in your classes and spent your lunch periods reading in the library – you were already halfway through Sense and Sensibility for your midterm report.

Chemistry, History, and English were your favorite, most likely because your new friends were in those classes. Scott had become infatuated with Allison, especially after she had given him a second chance. Lydia was scheming something over her boyfriend being the captain of the lacrosse team. And Stiles was quickly becoming your highlight of each day.

He’d sit beside you during class and ask a personal question. “At least one a day,” he wagered, “I can ask at least one a day and get an answer.”

“As long as I reserve rights to refuse to answer any question.”

“I’m going to add those refusals to your case file.”

You’d roll your eyes, “Whatever you say, Stilinski.”

You were proud of the fact you hadn’t had another heart rate scare since the week before, meaning your body was adapting to the new stressful environment at school. That didn’t stop Stiles from insinuating you were going to have a lightheaded moment whenever you rose from your seat.

You never noticed how he prepared himself to grab you whenever you’d been sitting too long.

Chemistry had come around later in the week, you having arrived early to prepare the days experiment. Goggles adorning your face, you lit the Bunsen burner and tightened a flask of a chemical liquid above it.

Stiles skid over, sliding on his sneakers, “Hey, partner.” He threw his bag down and took the goggles you hand to him. He snaps them onto his face with a sharp, “ow.”

“I’ve started filling out the notes,” you say, observing how the liquid was starting to bubble with heat. “Why are you late?”

“I’m not late, you’re just early.” He sits on the stool beside you, resting his crossed arms on the tabletop. “Where were you at lunch today?”

You put a thermometer in the liquid, waiting for the right temperature, “In the library.”

“Is that where you always eat lunch?”

“You can’t eat food in the library, Stilinski.”

Stiles rubs at his nose fidgetily, “Scott and I were looking for you today.”

You pause, warmth filling your chest as you pour granules into the bubbling vial. “Sorry, I was reading for my book report.”

“(Y/N), book reports aren’t due for weeks.”

“Might as well get it done so we don’t have to worry about it,” you hum, writing down observations about the chemical reaction.

Stiles slumps a little, “Well, we missed you.”

“Scott just wants to gossip about what Allison thinks of him.”

“And what’s my excuse?”

You turn off the burner and remove the vial with tongs, “You’re trying to question me to continue your investigation.”

He sighs out a smile, “You’re right, of course. I haven’t asked you my question of the day yet.”

“I suppose I have no choice but to answer one,” you sigh with a smile on your face. “What do you have for me today?”

He was playing with his fingers when he asks, “Why do you spend lunch in the library rather than in the lunchroom with everyone else?”

You think about your answer carefully as you put away your supplies and let the vial cool down. “I don’t like being around a lot of people.”

“Why?” he presses.

You grab his goggles and snap them against his face, “Because it makes me lightheaded.”

He yelps and sways on his stool, “I’m beginning to think ‘lightheaded’ is code for something else.” He yanks the goggles from his face, and you snort at the deep lines they left around his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a science project that we need partners for,” you say as a way to change the subject. “Do you want to do it together?”

“(Y/N), we don’t have to do that project until the end of the semester.” He smiles at your antics of avoiding his questioning.

You shrug, “I like getting things done.”

He takes a deep breath, “Alright, at least I know I won’t fail the class if you’re helping me with the final project.”

After class the pair of you separate for final period, you heading to a different floor and running into someone at the bottom of the staircase. Someone tall and dark with light eyes.

That someone you recognize as Derek Hale.

You freeze on the last few steps, holding onto your backpack and feeling your heart beat unevenly again.

“You’re Derek.”

His face was cool and solemn, “What do you know about Scott McCall?”

“Why should I tell you?” Your arms erupt in goosebumps.

He steps closer, “Because I’m trying to help him. He needs to get it through his skull that I am not the enemy here. I need your influence in this.”

You hold back a scoff, fear overtaking that, “What business do you have with helping Scott?”

“Do you not know?” his eyes suddenly darken, “I thought you were one of his friends.”

“I am his friend,” you reply, “And I know people are suspicious of you.” A seed of doubt creeps up your spine, “I don’t like that a shady adult is creeping around the halls of a high school looking to make connections with students.”

He growls, actually growls much to your surprise. “I need you to tell Scott that I am here to help. I am innocent in whatever he thinks I’ve done.”

“What does he think you’ve done?” you ask quickly as Derek backs off.

“I can hear your uneven heart,” he says, turning around, “You should calm yourself.”

You put a hand to your chest, mouth agape at his retreating form. How the hell can he hear your heartbeat? A thrum of fear ripples through you as you run for your last class. You check the monitor on your watch until your heart rate was controlled before entering.

You didn’t see any of your friends until the next day. You were reading in the library over lunch again, finishing Sense and Sensibility and planning your report. You keep getting distracted by the whole situation with Derek and Scott.

What had the adult meant by befriending Scott? Why were you approached? What secret does Scott have that you didn’t know about?

You squeal as someone launches themselves over the library couch and sits beside you. Your cushion bounces as your heart leapt.

“Stiles!” you cry, “Don’t startle me like that!”

He nudges your shoulder, “Sorry, we were looking for you.”

Scott came around and sat on the arm of the couch, “It’s lunch.”

“Yes,” you say, “And I’m working on stuff in the library like I do every day.”

“No,” Stiles says, closing your book and stealing your pencil, “You’re going to join us for lunch today.”

You fight to get the pencil back, “I think I’ll just finish my report here.”

“(Y/N), there aren’t that many people in the lunchroom,” Scott says quietly, “And you’ll have us there.”

You stare Stiles down, “Did you tell Scott about my thing with lots of people?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “Come on, let’s go.” He waits as you stand, picking up your backpack for you. Scott led the way, nervous by how he wrung his hands.

“Has Allison talked about me lately?”

You shove his arm, “Scott, I can’t tell you everything we say during girl talk.”

“Girl talk?” Scott says in a panic, “I didn’t know about girl talk.”

“Yes, it’s where we drop all our juiciest secrets,” you snicker, “Including our thoughts on certain cute boys.” Scott points at himself, eyebrows raised, making you laugh. “Yes, Allison has been saying good things about you.”

Stiles matches your stride, “What about me?”

You look at him with a wide smile before leaning into Scott with another laugh.

“What? I’m a cute boy,” Stiles says, flabbergasted. “Aren’t I?”

They walk into the lunchroom that was still full of students. You spot Allison and Lydia sitting at the popular lacrosse table. Stiles, your backpack still on his shoulder, nudges you to one of the front tables.

Sitting down, Scott kept peering over at the back of Allison’s head. “See it’s not so bad in here, (Y/N).”

The patter of your heart would say differently, but you sit next to Stiles, nonetheless, pulling out your book report.

“I did mean to come talk to you guys about something that happened yesterday.” The boys lean in, eager for any strange story. “Derek Hale came to talk to me.”

Stiles slips out of his chair and crashes to the ground; Scott was stunned, “Derek Hale? Where?”

“On my way to my last class yesterday. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.”

Stiles crawls back onto his chair, winded, “He was inside the school? What did he want?”

You shrug, twiddling your pencil, “He wanted me to convince Scott that he was a friend. He said he was innocent, whatever that means.”

The boys share a look. You start outlining your report, “And I don’t know why but I think I believe him.”

“No, (Y/N), listen…” Stiles pulls on your shoulder so you would face him. “You cannot trust that guy. Whatever you do, do not be alone with him again, got it?”

“I don’t get it, why?”

Stiles licks his lips, urgent in the way he looks at you, “You need to trust me on this. If he tries to talk to you again, call me.”

“I would if I had your number,” you laugh. The boys pull out their phones immediately to exchange numbers. You snort at their seriousness, “If you wanted my number that bad you could’ve just asked instead of coming up with this elaborate Derek Hale story.”

“We’re not making it up,” Scott says, “That guy is dangerous.”

~~~

At the end of the week you were busy with your shift at the hospital. You had just finished checking on Jackson Whittemore who had a dislocated shoulder, and you were logging notes into the computer at the nurses station.

You were just updating a patient file when a hand slams onto the counter. You jump, clutching your chest.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles!”

Stiles was shocked at seeing you there, “Do you work here?”

“Yes, and for the love of god please announce your presence like every other normal human being and stop scaring the ever living daylights out of me!” It was a good thing they were in a hospital because your heart was about to give out.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says with wide eyes. He rubs at his face, hiding a smile, “This is how you know Scott’s mom so well.”

“Yeah, add it to my case file,” you wave a hand, fixing your scrub top, “Why are you here?”

His eyes linger at something on your chest, making him stutter, “Um… Scott and I were uh… coming to check up on Jackson.”

“That’s right, you’re all on the lacrosse team. I heard it was Scott that knocked Jackson’s shoulder out of place.”

“That would be correct,” Stiles laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his head. “Is he alright?”

You smirk, nodding towards the end of the hallway, “See for yourself.”

Lydia had come to pick Jackson up, and the pair of them were currently making out in the middle of the hall. You turn away, slightly nauseous, but Stiles keeps observing like he’s never seen a kiss before.

“She’s never been subtle,” you grimace.

His mind seemingly elsewhere, Stiles fumbles for something to occupy himself with as he waits. He picks up a pamphlet on the menstrual cycle.

“Where is Scott?”

Stiles was stuck on a diagram of the uterus, “Hm?”

“Scott,” you say again, staring at the pamphlet cover, “I thought you said you were both looking for Jackson.”

“He went to find his mom first.”

You squint your eyes, “Melissa’s shift ended two hours ago.”

“Could you explain to me the function of the fallopian tubes?”

You snatch the pamphlet away from him, “What are you two hiding?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stiles says nervously, “Don’t you have other patients to see or something?”

“First Derek Hale is telling me that Scott is keeping a secret and then you’re here covering for Scott while he snoops…”

“Who said anything about snooping?”

You stand from your chair, leaning towards the counter and Stiles, “Listen, I’m glad we’re finally friends. I like you guys. But I won’t be lied to forever. I deserve better than that.”

Stiles feels his chest collapse a little, sinking in on himself. “I could say the same thing about you. You’re always keeping things to yourself and giving vague answers to my questions. What do you have to hide, hm?”

A pang of hurt hit your chest, “Stiles, I’ve never lied to you about anything. If I don’t want to answer a question outright because it’s too personal, I tell you so. I’ve never hid something from you deliberately by lying to you.”

Stiles bit his tongue, folding his arms defensively.

You let the hurt show on your face, “I think you and Scott have been lying to me for a long time. About the party that Scott ran out on. About why you checked up on Allison last week. About your trust issues with Derek Hale. About what you and Scott are doing in the hospital right now…”

The will to argue was gone in Stiles, he just looks defeated as he watches the hurt fill your face. “It’s been for your own protection.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you whisper angrily.

Scott suddenly appears by the counter, out of breath. “Hey…” he saw your face, “Oh, hey what’s up?”

“Find what you were looking for?” you ask sourly before returning to your keyboard.

Scott shares a look with Stiles before muttering, “Yeah, uh… Jackson’s alright.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

Stiles turns around to see that Lydia and Jackson really had left. He tugs on Scott’s arm and gave an imploring look towards you.

“I promise we’ll explain everything eventually.”

You keep looking at your computer screen, ignoring the words. Stiles flickers his eyes to what he noticed on your chest, just along the edge of your scrubs. Scott knits his brow as he listens to what was unmistakably the uneven pounding of your rising heart rate.

Stiles led the way to the elevators, cursing himself and smashing the downward button.

“What was that about?” Scott whispers.

“(Y/N)’s mad at me,” he rubs at his eyes harshly, “Mad at us. She knows we’re hiding stuff from her.”

“For her own good.”

“Yeah, but she sees it as us lying to her. I don’t blame her for being upset. We’ve been pretty crappy friends keeping her at arm’s length.”

Scott frowns, walking into the elevator, “You forget that keeping her in the dark keeps her safe.”

“Well, not anymore with Derek roping her into it.” He leans against the wall, holding tight to the railing. “Did you notice the scar on her chest?”

“No,” Scott says, “But I did notice her heartbeat. It was all over the place. She must’ve been really upset.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, “Did you find anything in the morgue?”

~~~

The next evening you drove with your mother back to the hospital. You were still aching with the argument you had with Stiles. You knew something was going on between him and Scott, but you still didn’t know what.

Your mother sensed your mood and said in a cheery voice, “We made an arrest today about that woods murder.”

“Did you?” you say in a quiet tone.

“Yeah, Derek Hale. He’s been back in town for a couple weeks. I guess there was evidence on his burnt property.”

You close your eyes, thinking back to the warning about Hale. “Good thing you got him.”

“And then I got a strange call on dispatch today from the Sheriff’s son.”

“Stiles?” you say.

She hums, “He’s one strange kid.”

“Does he call dispatch often?”

“He’s not allowed to anymore, but he did call today about a dog sighting.”

You shake your head, “You’re right, he can be real strange.”

“Are you sure you can’t make the big game tonight?” your mother asks. “Everyone is going, even the Sheriff.”

“I can’t. I’m helping on Melissa’s floor since she took it off to see the game.”

“That’s right,” she replies, “Shame. I’m sure your friends would’ve liked to see you in the stands.”

You turn in your seat, staring your mother down, “I thought you’d object to me watching a heart racing game surrounded by loud, rowdy people, standing in the frigid cold air.”

She shrugs, “You’ve been proving yourself capable of handling your heart rate, even when it’s the spur of the moment.”

A sudden warmth creeps up your chest. Your mother was starting to trust you despite the illnesses. It was just enough of a mood shift to prompt you to text Scott and Stiles good luck at the game.

The shift was long and grueling; you were exhausted by the end of it. Another medical assistant drove you home late, no doubt long after the lacrosse game was over. You made a mental note to commend Melissa for handling such a difficult floor of the hospital.

Your mom had been called away because of a case update and your father was on an overnight shift at the firehouse again. You were quick to shower the nights worth of patient grime off your body and throw your scrubs right into the washer.

You were just applying lotion in your pajamas when something hit the glass of your window. Startled, you stood from your bed and waited for it to happen again.

A small pebble flew through the air and pings against your window.

Peering through the glass, you saw a disheveled, sweatshirt-wearing Stiles holding a handful of your garden rocks. He waves at you shyly as you struggle to slide the window open.

“What are you doing?”

Stiles holds up his hands, “Seeing if you were awake.”

“And you couldn’t think to text?” you say incredulously, “Put those rocks back.”

He threw his handful of rocks on your mothers tulips, “My phone died like an hour ago.”

You stood there, leaning on your windowsill, regarding him with a soft expression. He looks tired and scared, eyes looking up and imploring as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Then what’s up?” you ask.

He swallows hard, the cold air making his breath come out in icy clouds. “I wanted to talk… about what you said yesterday.”

“How did you know where I live? You dropped me off at the end of the street, remember?”

“Well, yeah,” he chuckles, “And I just watched you walk to this house.” He scratches the back of his head, “Or maybe I looked up your mom on my dad’s computer and found her employee records.”

You nod your head slowly, “That sounds about right.”

“Can I… Can I come up?”

You bite at your lips, hair still wet from the shower. “Sure.”

It was like letting a dog off a leash. Stiles frantically jumps to the garden trellis growing on the front of your house. He struggles past the vines and up the wooden ladder, ignoring your calls of disapproval. He was huffing and puffing by the time he made it to the roof and next to your window.

“Stiles,” you say in your gentle voice, “My parents aren’t home. You could’ve come through the front door.”

His mouth was dry from panting in the cold night air, “Right, but that wouldn’t have been as impressive.”

You watch his fumbling figure fall from the window and onto your carpeted floor, “Yeah, that was real impressive, Stilinski.”

There was only a side table lamp on, lighting the bedroom in a soft peachy glow. You went to sit cross-legged on your bed, patting the covers in front of you for Stiles to sit.

He fixes his shirt, taking your offer before looking you in the eye. “(Y/N), I wanted to say that I was sorry.”

You look towards your hands, playing with the edge of your comfy pajama shirt. You could smell the fruity scent of your lotion still on your fingers.

“I didn’t realize our covering up was so obvious to you. We just wanted to protect you, but I guess it does seem like we betrayed your trust.” He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for you to look at him again, “When I got your good luck text I thought maybe there was still a chance you weren’t super angry with me.”

“Just a little,” you say quietly, giving him a soft smile.

“I wanted to tell you some things that we’ve been hiding from you,” he holds his hands up, “As a peace offering.”

You shake your head, “How generous of you.”

“The body that was found in the woods… Scott and I found it. Us visiting the hospital? That was Scott and I trying to find evidence on the partial body. Derek Hale? He had been seen on the property where we found the other half of the body. He was also in the woods with the first half. We were suspicious of him, and he was basically stalking us because of it.”

You listen carefully, your heartbeat was loud in your ears. “And when he came to talk to me?”

“That terrified us. We thought he was a murderer, and he was talking to you… alone.”

“You thought? My mom told me he was arrested today for the murder.”

Stiles rubs at his face with a tired hand, “Not anymore. The coroner’s said the cause of death was from an animal attack. And the victim was Laura Hale – Derek’s sister.”

“Must be nice having your dad be the sheriff,” you smile. “So Derek’s innocent like he told me he was.”

“I still don’t trust him. He’s not telling us everything. And since we’ve gotten him thrown in jail, my guess is he’s not very happy with us.”

You nod, your head clearer than it was at the beginning of the week.

“Is that everything you’ve been hiding?”

Stiles licks his lips, a nervous habit you’re realizing. “Do you remember when you said you don’t lie, you’re just honest about not sharing the whole truth?” At your nod he continues, “There is one more thing, but it’s not fully my thing to tell. We want to tell you, but it’s not exactly safe at the moment.”

You take the cryptic words and stew with them for a while. “Apology accepted.”

He let out a deep breath, “Thank goodness. Scott would have never forgiven me if we lost our one connection to the pretty girls club.”

You punch his shoulder and laugh, “The one thing I’m good for… gossip from the girls.”

Stiles rubs his shoulder, “That’s not why we want you around.” He clears his throat at your sudden undivided attention, “What I mean is… you’ve been a good friend, and we like you.”

“You and Scott,” you smile.

“Yeah, me and Scott.”

“Scott and I,” you correct, brushing the wet hair from your face, “How was the game?”

Stiles sat more relaxed on your bed, “It was great, we won. And there weren’t any injuries like Jackson’s.”

“Good,” you smile, “And Scott had a pretty victorious after party, so I’ve heard.”

“Allison texted you?” Stiles questions.

You shrug, “Of course. She said you were watching like a little pervert.”

Stiles chokes on his gasp, “I am not…”

“You were watching Lydia and Jackson too. There’s a trend I’m noticing,” you tease.

He shoves your crossed knee, relishing in your laugh, “Very funny.” He eyes the neckline of your pajama top, searching for the edge of the scar he noticed yesterday. “Can I ask you my one personal question of the day?”

“Fine,” you sigh, “Ask away.”

“Where did you get that scar?” he nods towards your chest.

You immediately clam up, covering the spot protectively. “I got it over the summer.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows, egging you on, “How?”

“I had a surgery.” You watch the concern begin to etch into Stiles’ face. “I don’t like talking about it.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, blinking rapidly as he tries to compute the information, “But you’re okay now. The surgery helped you be… healthy?”

“For the most part,” you say quietly, “The surgery did help me be healthier.” You could already see the cogs turning in his mind. He was going to head home and research what surgeries would leave scars like that on the side of the chest.

His eyes wander your room for a minute before landing on your nightstand. There were three different sized prescription pill bottles resting there. He returns his gaze to you, but didn’t ask further questions, “So I was thinking… how about I give you rides to school from now on.”

You let out an anxious smile, grateful he didn’t press you about your health problems. “Honestly, that would be great.”

“Good,” he seems pleased with himself, “And in return for gas money, you come to our lacrosse games.”

You outstretch a hand, “Deal.”

Stiles takes your hand to shake and instantly blurts, “You smell really good.”

You laugh, “I did just shower.”

He awkwardly lets go of your hand, standing from the bed, “No, you always smell good.”

“Thanks Stilinski.”

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littlemissagere · 1 year ago

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Hello! If you’re not too busy with requests could I request some hcs for cg! Zhongli or Diluc with an infant regressor? Maybe the little one’s clingy and gets a bit fussy if they’re too far away from their cg? I’d love to see how either of them handle an extra tiny little one!

Hello! Thanks for requesting<3

Zhongli and Diluc with a fussy and/or clingy infant regressor :3 !!

+—————+ 🔥 🗡️ 🍷 Diluc ! )

Diluc is well versed with knowledge about regressing, from personal experience and from learning about it on his own time. When he found out you were an infant regressor, he wanted to make sure he could be extra helpful to you.

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You feel tiny, really tiny. The sensations around you feel bigger.. not necessarily in a negative way. The lights and colors look more flamboyant, the feeling of the floor as you sit on it is soft and gentle.. maybe a little ticklish from the carpet. You pick up something on the floor, your tiny hands carsssing the item you pick up. Though, you cannot communicate well right now… you want your Carer's attention, Diluc. You look at him, your eyes a little wide, filled with curiosity. You give a little whine for attention, hoping to be acknowledged, but he does not hear you right away. Diluc has a hard time picking up subtle sounds sometimes, unless they are consistent due to the Tavern work. You whine a little louder, starting to tear up, since you cannot use your words… all tiny and in need of care.

Diluc turns his head, looking over his shoulder, pausing whatever he was up to. He sees the look on your face.. and you can see him frown slightly with worry.

“My dear, my baby, my little one… what is the matter?” His voice is soft as he approaches you. He kneels down, to get to your level. You reach your arms out, using those grabby hands, wanting to be held. “Oh, uppies, hm?” He coos in a soft tone, as one arm slips around your upper back, and the other is placed under your bottom, as he holds you to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, holding a fistful of his sleeve in your little hand.

His warm hand rests on top of yours, and he rests his head against yours. “It’s okay, I’m right here.” He whispers softly. A little sniffle escapes you.. you still have a few tears left. “Oh, here… I have an idea.” He says, as he walks into the kitchen. He sets you onto the counter, lovingly shushing you, trying to calm you. “I’m right here still, I just need my hands for a moment, alright? Don’t fret.” He kisses your forehead gently, and then opens the cabinet, taking out a bottle for you. He warms some milk in the little before pouring it into your bottle. As he twists on the lid, he picks you up with one arm.

“Let’s go to your Nursery, just hold on.” He says in a soft voice, as he caries you up the stairs and into your Nursery. He adjusts the light, making it dim, but still lit, as to not scare you. He walks over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, and takes a seat. Propping you in his lap so your head can rest on his shoulder/chest, and you’re sitting with your legs/thighs across his lap.

“How about we read a story while you have your bottle?” He suggests, handing you your bottle, which you immediately latch onto, with your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He picks up a book, and flips through the pages, reading it slowly and comfortingly to you… he’s there as long as his baby needs…

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+—————+ 🐉 🪨 ⚜️ Zhongli ! )

You let out an evidently sleepy yawn.. you could’ve sworn moments ago you were just fine… but now, that you’re sleepy… you had regressed before you could even think properly about it. You looked around, and didn’t see your Caregiver, Zhongli. Being so tiny, and so needy… you got scared. You started to cry, in your spot on the couch, unable to find your dada. Your tears and unintelligible babbles were enough to have your Caegiver coming right to you. You were wiping your tears when a hand is placed on yours, moving it out of the way gently.

“What is the cause for all these tears? Are you hurt?” He spoke gently, as to not frighten you more, but there is a hint of concern. Though.. he examined your demeanor and answered his own question. “Oh my… does someone need some help?” He cooed as he picked you up with one arm, wiping your tears with the other hand. Your cries are now sniffles and whimpers.. and you lay into him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Just let me take care of it, okay?” He mumbled gently into your ear, as he walked into your nursery. He opens your dresser and takes out your favorite onesie.

“Alright, lie back for me, alright?” He guides as he lays you down on your changing table/preparation table. He takes you out of your big kid clothes, and slips you into your favorite onesie, buttoning the bottom. “There we go… isn’t that so much better?” He coos softly as he picks you back up, a smile on his face. “Do you want to get your baba and to go color and have some tummy time?” He asks, as he walks into the living room. You give a babble and he takes it as a yes.

You’re given your bottle, laid on your tummy, and the two of you color for the majority of the afternoon… occasionally whines or babbles from you to get Zhongli to look at your coloring page. Eventually, bed time hits, and you’re laid in your crib on your tummy, with your baba and paci…

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the-himawari · 1 year ago

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A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Feature (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Tsumugi: And that goes there… Now that this spot’s tidied up, I guess I’ll clean out my closet next. There quite a bit of stuff in here. Let me see… !?

*something falls*

Tsumugi: Ow… That surprised me… something suddenly took a tumble on my head. I wonder what fell? A hardcover book… oh, this is the bible I used as reference when I played Izumi in “Nocturnality”. That sure brings back memories. I did all sorts of different things with everyone to prepare for my role. Hm? There’s something between the pages… what is this? A note? It’s my handwriting. “The devil is a liar”… This is—. …Oh, it’s this late already? A lot of time passed as I was absorbed in cleaning. (I have to tend to the flowers in the courtyard soon. Let’s take a break from tidying my room.)

-pause-

Tsumugi: …

Izumi: Ah, Tsumugi-san. Are you taking care of the flowers?

Tsumugi: Yes. I was just watering them.

Izumi: Thanks to your thorough care, the courtyard is always filled with so many flowers. It’s really soothing.

Tsumugi: I’m glad if you say so. I also feel relaxed when I’m surrounded by plants.

Izumi: Ah, by the way! I just got the results for your side character survey.

Tsumugi: Oh, really? The project where we’re going to stream short spin-off stories of one of our side characters… I was also looking forward to which role of mine was going to be chosen.

Izumi: The one that was chosen… is Izumi Ryohei from “Nocturnality”!

Tsumugi: Eh—.

Izumi: What’s the matter?

Tsumugi: Oh, nothing… I was just feeling nostalgic over the play since I happened to find the book I was reading to prepare for my role back then. I was a bit surprised by the good timing.

Izumi: By the way, the side character from Hisoka-san’s survey was also Franz from “Nocturnality”.

Tsumugi: I see. So they were chosen from the same play.

Izumi: Izumi’s on the enemy’s side in that play, and it’s a role that has a different vibe from the usual Tsumugi-san. It’s no wonder he’s so popular.

Tsumugi: Ahaha… so that’s how everyone thinks? It’s a little embarrassing. But I’m looking forward to being able to play Izumi again.

Izumi: I can’t wait to watch too!

-pause-

Tsumugi: *Yawn*…

Tsuzuru: Tsukioka-san, good moring.

Tsumugi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kun… good morning.

Tsuzuru: Ahaha. It looks like someone’s still half asleep. Not a morning person as usual, huh?

Tsumugi: Well, I’ve always been like this. Are you off from school today?

Tsuzuru: Yep. I don’t have any lectures today. Are you off too?

Tsumugi: Yes. I don’t have work today.

Tsuzuru: Great, perfect timing. I’ve been wanting to ask you about the script for your side character spin-off story. I got a lot of requests from the others, so I was wondering if you had any for me as well.

Tsumugi: A request… hmm. …Ah, I got it.

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9r7g5h · 11 months ago

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Neon Moon

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: G

Genre: Romance/Fluff

AN: This was written for the CASBkDk event, so each fic is based off a song by the band Cigarettes After Sex!

Words: 467

Working night patrols fucking sucked.

After nearly two weeks of them, Katsuki had thought he would have adjusted. Night patrols were normal for heroes, all of them taking their turns without the sun, and he'd been lucky to at least grab the summer spots. Even after dark the city shimmered with heat, the buildings and streets radiating off everything they'd stored for the day, keeping his palms sweaty and his gauntlets filled, maintaining his capabilities. That, at least, had been lucky.

But he'd always been a day person, even having to drag Deku out of bed during the break mornings so they could play as kids, and that hadn't changed over the years. He rose with the sun, went to sleep shortly after it left, and only stayed awake most nights past 9 if Deku was involved in keeping him awake. Weeks couldn't replace decades of habit, leaving him exhausted and ready for his turn to be up.

The only comfort he took was the diner he went to every morning for breakfast (dinner? He couldn't keep shit straight anymore), their coffee burning hot and the chef willing (or uncaring enough of the time, same as Katsuki) to cook whatever he wanted from any of their timed menus. Part of him hated it; food too greasy, the place stinking of smoke and something that made his stomach churn, the people nice enough but still extras he'd happily trade for a few hours in bed.

The other part, the majority of himself, loved it. It was a five minute walk from their apartment, which meant every break he took to get food that would sit too heavy in his stomach let him see this.

Let him see an exhausted Izuku slumped over the booth they'd chosen as their own, snoring quietly as he waited for Katsuki to join him. The nerd had made it clear that he'd at least get up in time to have a meal with Katsuki, even if it mean throwing off his own sleep, dragging himself out of their home more often than not in the same pajamas he was just going to crash back on the couch in when he got home. If it wasn't for this, Izuku sleeping with his cheek pressed against a most likely cold cup of coffee, the neon lights from the window casting fun shapes over his drooling face, they'd never see each other, the only overlap those few precious moments between one leave and the other coming.

Katsuki had tried to tell him he didn't need to, they could not see each other for a few weeks, but he'd be lying if he tried to say he hadn't been pleased by Izuku's insistence. Because fuck did he hate night patrol, but at least this made it bearable.

[END]

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squippy360 · 2 years ago

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Chris Evans x Male Reader

Requested

(Y/C/N)=your company name (C/N)="celebrity" name (C/T/N) crew team name Cw:(degrading, spitting, choking, spanking, camera kink, vouyerism, exhibitionism, control over cumming kink.)

Chris had the longest crush on you for a while. His fans knew about it since he came out publically as gay awhile ago. He had so many wet dreams and fantasies about you that he wanted to get in contact with him. Chris was currently sleeping in his room, he was twisting and turning in his sleep.

"M/n…M/n please~ Deeper~" Chris moaned in his sleep. He woke up panting and sweaty. His mind was fuzzy and his body was on fire. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. He opened his twitter app and made a quick tweet.

Chris: I'm so desperate at this point 😣 Please @M/n I need you! I want to be under you so baad! 😫

Chris got up and took his clothes off with a frustrated whine. He pulled out some lube and a 6 inch dildo. He pushed a pillow under his hips and started humping his cock against it.

He lubed up the dildo and his pink hole. Chris let out a long, loud whine. 'Fuck…~" He moaned out. He thrusted it in and out at a reasonable pace. "M/n~ Oh your cock is so big~ Harder~ Deeper~" He moaned and went a bit faster and deeper. He let out a long groan as the tip of the dildo touched a specific set of bundes.

His tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh FUCk~" His voice cracked out and he rocked his hips faster. "Yes! Yes M/n! Fuck my little boy hole! Make me your bottom bitch! Yes!" Chris moaned out as he angled the top to hit the spot that made him want to scream out so the whole world heard him.

He whimpered and whined as his tummy started to get that familiar heat. He let out a long keen and came all over his pillow and tummy. He panted and left the dildo inside of him. He loved the way it filled him up and made him think it was your big cock buried inside of him.

He sleepily shoved his soiled pillow off the bed and lazily pushed everything away from him. He pulled his blankets back up and held a pillow while he slept.

(Later {chris p.o.v})

I woke up later at noon to my phone going off. I let out a groan and picked it up. I saw a number calling me. I was confused and picked it up. "Hello?" I answered, trying to sound like I just didn't wake up.

"Good morning, Sir. We are (Y/C/N) calling to see if you are still interested in being on set with (C/n)." The caller said nonchalantly. I froze for a few seconds. Is this really happening? Am I really going to be on set with him?!' I thought. "You're joking…right?" I asked, really hoping it wasn't. My mind was racing and my heart was pumping. "No, Sir. We are not joking." The caller said.

I started smiling big. "Of course I will! I'll accept!" I said, sitting up with happiness. "Would it be ok if we could schedule you for this evening? Sorry if it's so early." The caller apologized.

"That would be perfect and it's not a problem at all!" I said. We talked a bit more and they gave me all the details I needed. We hung up and I sprung out of bed. I got on twitter and made another tweet.

Chris Evans: OMG! (Y/C/N) just called me and they want ME in their next film!!!

The comments blew up with people saying:

__:Oh my gosh! Congrats Chris!

__: I can't wait to see the show their going to put on~😉

__: What a power couple ´^`

__:Maybe I should be a p**nstar too…

__:Damn…kinda wish that was me.

__: Who's coming with me to wait at (Y/C/N)’s page?

Chris felt so happy with all the positives that were happening right now. He got up and took a long shower and got himself cleaned up inside. He put on his favorite collar that was attached to his nipples and a white see-through shirt. He put on a sweater and some jeans and got ready for the day. It was now mid-afternoon and he wanted to scroll through social media before leaving.

He smiled and laughed as he saw comments of his friends teasing him and cheering him on.

AnthonyMackie: Get it on King!

Sebastian_Stan: Room for 3? 👀🫦

chrishemsworth: tbh y’all would be so cute together

Prattprattpratt: Lucky

RobertDowneyJr: As the kids would say nowadays:✨Slay✨

TomHolland1996: Who’s that? 👀🤨

He looked at the time a bit later on after responding to some comments and decided to leave. He excitedly got in his car and left his house. The whole ride he kept thinking about you and what was awaiting him when he arrived. He thought about a bunch of dirty thoughts about you bending him over a table and fucking him right infront of the camera with your big cock slamming into his good spot every time. He bit his lip and shook the thoughts away.

He soon arrived at the building and walked inside. Through his hazy mind, he saw the receptionist and walked over to them. "Hello. I'm here for an evening appointment…" I said shyly.

The receptionist perked up and started typing. "Chris, Right?" They asked. I smiled and nodded. "Yes. Evans." I said.

They nodded and typed some more stuff into the computer. It looked like they were sending an email. They stood up and guided me down some hallways.

"You're right on time actually." They said and opened the door. "You can get undressed and the director should be here in the next 10-20 minutes from now…" They said. I nodded shyly as they closed the door and walked away.

I jumped when I heard a voice. "So you're Chris?" A familiar lustful voice called out. The breath got knocked out of me when I turned around and saw him. M/n was sitting on the bed, in nothing but his boxers. The outline of his cock was showing from his boxers.

I nodded. "Y-Yes I am…" I stuttered out. You got up with a smirk and walked over to me. He pinned me to the wall and pecked my lips lightly, leaving a tingly feeling in my body.

"You're too cute~ I wanna have a bite of you right now~" You growled and lightly nipped at my neck. I gasped lightly as he began to take my clothes off.

I felt my legs shaking and my cock started to harden. "M-M/n…" I whimpered. "I saw your tweet earlier, you seemed reeeeaaallly desperate~ and you can call me Daddy~" M/n moaned in my ear. I rutted against his knee that is now in between my legs.

I could hear my loud pulse in my ears as my face reddened. "I need you so bad~ I had a wet dream and I just would love to be yours~ I just want to be fuckedby you alll niiight looong~" I whispered out.

I jumped at the sound of the doors opening. The director and 3 crew members came in. M/n huffed and got off of me. "Oh you'll be mine for sure~ I don't think I wanna let you go~" He growled.

We went over to the fake room set and the director gathered us around. "(C/t/N), you're on lights. (2/C/T/N), you've got sound. (3/C/T/N), you're in charge of the camera. Chris you can strip now." The director said.

I blushed and nodded. I took my clothes off and got on the bed. My hard-on was obvious in the bright light.

Everyone looked at me as they saw my collar and nipple clamps. I looked over at M/n with a lustful look. "Don't hold back~" I purred. The director counted down before they started recording.

M/n pulled me into his lap and kissed me. I whimpered and started rocking my hips in his lap. He put a hand around my neck and deepened it. His other hand was going down to my ass and squeezed it.

I let out a whine as he bit my bottom lip. We pulled away and he slapped my ass harshly. I gasped and moaned.

"Oh you like that~" He teased and slapped me again. I let out a high pitched moan and grinded against him more. "Yes Daddy~ Bend me over your lap and spank me~" I begged.

He layed me down on my tummy and pinned me on his lap. I felt him pull my boxers off and rub my ass. "Such a good bitch~" He growled. I moaned and wiggled my ass a bit.

M/n slapped my ass harshly. "Do you like that whore? Huh?" He growled and spanked me again. My back arched and I squirmed in pleasure. "Yes Daddy! Oh please spank me like a bad boy~" I cried out.

*smack*

"Your begging sooo goood~" M/n teased.

*smack*

My eyes rolled back in pleasure. My cock was so hard and I wanted to cum from just his hand.

*slap*

"Only bad boy whores get smacked like this~Your begging so good and taking this so well~"

*slap*

"Tell me. How many times have you cum from a dream about me~ Speak whore." M/n growled.

*slap*

"I-I came so many times, Daddy! I lost count of how many times I came all over your cock while I slept, begging for you to fuck me so everyone can see!" I cried out loudly.

*slap*

"Good little bitch~ You're being such an obedient whore while I make your pretty ass so red~" M/n growled and spanked me again.

*slap*

"I bet your going to cum from my hand, you slut. Your so fucking desperate for my touch that you just begged in front of the whole world to make you my bitch~" M/n growled.

I cried out and came on his thigh. "Yeeees~" I cried. M/n sat there for a moment before he flipped me over. "Did you just cum from me degrading you like the bitch you are~" M/n growled. I threw my head back and moaned. "Yes daddy! I came all over myself like a whore! I'm sorry it felt so good!" I cried out. M/n growled and tied my wrists together with zipties. He pinned them above my head and parted my legs.

"Listen bitch. I'm going to fuck you how I want to, and your not going to cum." He ordered. I nodded my head and got a bit comfy. He pulled out the lube and spread it on his cock.

I stared at it nervously. "W-Woah. your so big~" I said lovingly. M/n smirked as he spread lube on my whole. "How big did you think I really was?" He growled.

I blushed and looked away. "6 inches.." I said quietly. M/n hummed and turned my face to his. "That's cute~ Your going to get a BIG surprise~" M/n groaned.

I gasped when I felt 2 of his fingers enter me. He smirked and curled them up. I moaned and squirmed. "Daddy~ so good~" I moaned.

M/n growled. "I bet even with my fingers in your ass, you're still going to cum. Hm? You're going to make a mess on your tummy with my fingers?" M/n teased.

I panted and arched my back. "Yes Daddy!" I whined. He pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up. He made sure to flash my ass at the camera before thrusting into me.

I gasped as he bottomed out. It stung a bit but it felt so good. Your cock buried inside of him all the way made him feel so good. He tugged on my chain that was on my nipples. "Daddy~ Fuck me hard~ Fuck me until I can't think anymore~ Daddy~" I begged.

M/n grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard. "You sound like such a whore when you beg like that~" M/n slapped my ass harshly. I gasped at the pain and pleasure that was coursing through me. "M/n! M/n! aH! M/n!" My voice cracked as moaned out his name.

"Oh my God. Your hole is so warm." M/n groaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He leaned down and tilted my face up to look at him. "Open." He moaned.

I opened my mouth and looked up at him. He spit in my mouth and grinned. "Better savor that fucking flavor whore~" M/n growled.

I had pleasure tears coming out of my eyes and I was so close to cumming again. I swallowed his delicious fluid and stared up at him. "Daddy~" I cried out.

He tugged on my nipples harder. "What do you want whore~ Scream it out loudly~" He growled in my ear. "I wanna cum on your cock! I wanna loose my mind on your buck cock! Please can I cum! Daddy please!" I cried out.

M/n pulled out and flipped me on my knees. My face was in the sheets and my ass was in the air. I got up on my elbows and accidentally broke the restraints. I whimpered and kept my hands down.

M/n thrusted back into me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He began to thrust into me like a horny dog. I moaned loudly with every thrust. "Y-Ye-es!!" I stuttered. I let out a high-pitched moan when I felt his hand come up and choke me.

"You like being choked you fucking whore~ you like wearing my hand around your neck like a necklace~ Fucking slut~" He growled. His other hand sneaked under my waist and started jerking me off.

I choked out a cry and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Yes Daddy! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I wanna be fucked on your cock so hard! I wanna be yours!" I cried out.

M/n groaned and went even faster. "Fuck your voice sounds so good~ Your such a whore for my cock~ Just cant get enough huh~" He growled in my ear. He kissed my neck and sucked on it to leave marks.

"Yes daddy! Mark me up like the good slut I am!" I cried out. "Gonna cum…!" I yelled out.

He slapped my ass and went back to jerked me off harder. His hand squeezed a bit harder around my neck. "Cum then baby boy~ Make a big mess of yourself~ Show the whole world who you belong to now~ Go on~" He growled.

I screamed out and came on my tummy and the sheets. "M/n!!!" I screamed. M/n pulled out of me and turned me to face his cock. M/n cummed all over my face, running his hands through my hair. The camera got a close up of me looking up at M/n with his seed on my face. They cut the camera off and you checked out Chris's big ass.

"That was amazing! It was so realistic and overall a great show! Maybe we can get you on more episodes as well! Good job today!" The director said as them and the crew made their way to the editing studio.

M/n pulled out a towel from under the bed and wiped me down. "I hope you're ok after that. Sorry if I did something you didn't like-" M/n started before he was cut off by Chris kissing him.

"I loved it. Truly I did." Chris said with a smile. M/n hummed. "Maybe we could take this back to my house and we can do a whole. Lot. More." M/n teased and ran a hand down his chest, turning lightly at the clamps.

"Yes please Daddy~" Chris moaned out breathily(?). They got dressed and left the studio, already making out in the car.

#chris evans #chris evans x male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x male reader #marvel fic #male reader

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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hey love!! i hope you’ve had a good day, i fell in love with your page and wanted to request a bimbo one shot with maybe eren or megumi:)))

xo anon

Notes: Omg I haven't written Megumi in a while so I'll write u a lil somethin somethin 🤪 hope ur having a nice day stay safe my love <3

Warnings: Cockwarming, Degradation, Praise, Dumbification, Slight Choking.

Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

"Megumi I- I can't. I really c-can't!"

"Shut up. Shut up and read, tryna help you get some sense in that dumb little head of yours."

It would be hard enough to read in normal circumstances. Moby Dick of all things, what was he thinking? Talk about going from 0 to 100. You're a girl who wasn't read anything but Magazines since you turned nine years old, he's really throwing you in at the deep end. And while admittedly only a few words of a page are resonating in your mind, you don't think you've ever read anything so boring.

But as well as being bored beyond all comprehension, you're sitting pretty on your best friends cock. His hands are burried firmly into your hips to keep you still, forbidden to cum until he's satisfied with your knowledge intake.

"Wanna cum... M-Megumi- please make me cum!"

"Little whore. This book's a classic, y'know? Got no respect for you if you can't read somethin' so simple. Are you really that dumb?" he taunts. He's being mean on purpose, of course, getting off on your squirms and innocent little cries. And your desperation for him to offer you an ounce of pleasure is forcing his cock to twinge inside of you. Megumi hasn't read the book either. He can only imagine what a snore fest it is, over two hundred thousand words of a man hunting a whale, he assumes, anyway.

He doesn't think he can imagine anything more boring.

But it sure is fun seeing you try your best to wrap your stupid little brain around it all.

Your hips buck wildly as he mercilessly taps his fingers on your ever swelling clit. Spills of his name drip into his ears, forcing a menacing snarl to linger on his features.

"Haven't turned the page in a while, princess. Never gonna let you cum if you can't even get past the fourth page."

"Megumi pleaaaaaseeee!!! I'll read if you let me cum! I- I promise! I'll read it all if you fuck me, I'll focus better!"

"No no. But, baby," he tells you, beginning to rub little circles slowly into your cunt. "You go more stupid when I fuck you, remember? Or is the big smart book emptyin' that pretty head of yours even more?"

"Megumiiiiii!! Megumi now!" you demand. You no longer care for his wants or instructions, beginning to rut and hump against his filling length.

He thinks he's teased you enough, picking up the book and throwing it to the other side of the room. He has no use for it now that his little torment has worn off. One hand remains on your hip, while the other wraps tightly around your neck.

He starts to fuck up into you with a passionate vengeance, taking delight in how your lolled out tongue forces you to dribble on yourself like a pretty little whore. Your eyes roll over white and you scream in pleasure. Finally satisfied now that each pummel of his hips into yours results in your g-spot being stimulated by his thick cockhead.

"There she is," he speaks, moving your hair behind your ear to get a better look of you. "There's my pretty dumb girl."

#xo anon #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabble #tw dumbification #tw degradation #tw praise kink #tw choking #mean megumi

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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TBHK boys get break up pranked by reader ?angst to fluff please!!😢👉👈

kou minamoto x gn!reader, teru minamoto x gn!reader, akane aoi x gn!reader, tsuchigomori x gn!reader, hanako x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: heck yea, we love angst to fluff!!!! Thank you so much for requesting <33 (also, by tbhk boys, i just kinda,,, threw my favorites, and some characters that seem to be requested fairly often in there! If i missed anyone you particularly wanted to see, feel free to let me know, and i’ll gladly add them <3)

Also, I’m sorry that these are so short,,;; i’m not entirely sure how to lengthen them;;;; and I’m not sure how well they fit into angst to fluff,,,, i’m really sorry;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,939

Kou Minamoto <3

“Kou, I… I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s going to work between us. I think we should break up.”

Please, don’t make me describe his face… please, don’t do this to me… my heart, my heart hurts just thinking about it. But- his heart hurts worse.

His eyes will widen, but they won’t be filled with the usual sparkle of joy he gets when looking at you. His usual smile and blush will quickly drain from his face, as he narrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“H… huh-?”

“You heard me, Kou. Don’t make me say it again.”

He does his best not to cry on the spot, and you’ll instantly start to feel guilty. You try not to let the guilt get under your skin just yet- it’s a prank. You know it’s a prank, but Kou doesn’t.

“Why? What- what did I do?”

“It’s nothing you did, Kou. We just… can’t work out. Really, it isn’t you.”

His mouth forms a straight line, slightly panicking, but he’ll nod. That… makes sense. No- no, it really doesn’t- not for your relationship. You seemed happy, didn’t you? Did he say something? Did he hurt you? What happened-??

“No, wait, Kou, no- don’t cry, don’t cry-”

“I’m not! No worries, (Y/N), it’s fine, I’ll-”

“It’s a prank, Kou! Please, don’t cry-”

He’d pause, blinking a bit, then tilting his head slightly- confusion written all over his face.

It settled in for a moment, as you hugged him, Kou hugging back instantly. Once it clicked, he was instantly relieved, tightening the hug a bit and huffing.

“You scared me, (Y/N)... I wasn’t crying though. But you did scare me- please, don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry, Kou, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Teru Minamoto <3

“I’m sorry, Teru, but I don’t think things can work between us anymore. It’s not you, I just… think we should see other people.”

He’ll raise his eyebrows, then narrow them, confusion evident on his face, much like his brother reacted. He wouldn’t lose his cool- he wouldn’t get emotional. However, he did feel his heart aching.

“Ah… alright. I’m sorry if I did anything, (Y/N). Is there any way we could make things work? Talk to me.”

“You didn’t do anything, Teru. I just- I just don’t think it can work. Sorry.”

Teru bit his lip a bit, nodding. He turned, planning to walk away, but-

But you wouldn’t let him walk away :)) so, you grabbed his wrist.

He’d turn around, offering you a confused expression, the hurt still evident on his face. Honestly, he really needed to get home to sort out his emotions. “If you would, please, let go, (Y/N).”

“Sorry, sorry, Teru! Can’t do that!” You chirped, tugging him a bit so he’d face you.

Our boy is so confused- why are you suddenly in a better mood??

OH-

“It was a prank!” You declared, tossing your hands up, “don’t be mad, please!”

Teru sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh, thank goodness, (Y/N). I was so scared… of course, I wasn’t about to let you go that easily, but, still-”

He pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. Expect a slightly more affectionate Teru- he’s gonna be a tad bit paranoid now. No way is anyone gonna take you from him >:((

Akane Aoi <3

“Akane, I think we should… break up.”

Panic. Instant panic. You can see the panic on his face immediately, as his eyes widen.

No, no way. This couldn’t be happening to him- years of pining after Aoi, only to have you introduced into his life. You were someone he loved as dearly as he did Aoi. Someone who returned his feelings.

Having you love him was the best feeling ever… this, on the other hand, was anything but nice.

“Break up-? Why??”

He’ll reach for your arms, heart breaking when you stepped back, looking away from him. To him, you were looking away because you felt bad for having to split up. In reality, you were looking away to avoid the guilt slowly bubbling up in your stomach. It’s a prank- that’s what you had to tell yourself. In just a few moments you could hug him and smother his precious face in kisses.

“Because… you’re,” You stepped forward, booping his nose, “too cute!”

“........(Y/N), I promise you, if this is a prank-”

“It’s a prank~!”

Akane groaned, rolling his eyes, but placing his head against your shoulder. “(Y/NNNNN), honestlyyyyy.”

You patted his back, then wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, Akaneeee...”

“You’re fine…” He responded, wrapping his arms around you. He may sulk just a tiny bit, but he won’t be like that for long. By the next day, he’ll be acting normal- though he may use that prank against you lightheartedly.

Tsuchigomori <3

“Tsuchigomori… I’m sorry, but I think we should see other people,” You spoke. Goodness knows you had to put all of your acting skills into this one, since Tsuchigomori could see through lies easier than anyone else you knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” “(Y/N), you literally cannot keep secrets from me. Lying is no different. What kind of prank is this? A trend?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair- your reaction brought a grin to your spider-like boyfriend’s face.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sure I would have been fairly hurt if you were being genuine, so… don’t bother with jokes like that.”

(Actually, there was a part of him concerned that you were being honest. But! He trusted his instincts, praying that you were just joking. He had never been happier to tell truth from lies.)

Hanako <3

“Hanako… I’m sorry, I don’t think things will work between us. We should break up.”

“Hah?”

A million thoughts run through his mind, despite his somewhat unreadable expression. Was it because he was dead? Of course- he knew it would happen. Who would be willing to date a ghost? A murderer at that. He was unlovable. He knew it.

“...I understand, (Y/N), but… don’t play with my heart like that.”

“I’m not playing around, Hanako. Stop taking everything like it’s a joke.”

Hanako shrugged, ignoring how his heart ached. “I think the joke is you not considering things like the obvious before you accepted my confession. Dating a supernatural is clearly not easy, and you walked into this knowing that.”

This time, you were the one with an unreadable expression. What… did he mean? Was he scolding you? Or… rejecting your rejection-?

“What do you mean?” You sighed, faking annoyance as you placed a hand on your hip.

“I mean, you got yourself into this relationship, so you should be willing to stick with it until the end~. I get it though, so, if you really didn’t think that far, then so be it-”

“Fine, I give in.”

Hanako raised his eyebrows, holding a hand to his mouth, curious as to what you were about to say. Did he really just uno reverse your break up?

“It was aaaaaa prank,” You added, pulling your lower eyelid down and sticking your tongue out. It was impressive- you almost seemed similar to him! Impressive indeed!

Hanako grinned, the pain on his heart being suddenly lifted as he basically tackled you into a hug. Kisses were placed against your cheek, before he nuzzled the side of his face into yours.

“I knew you couldn’t do me like that, (Y/NNNN)~.”

Did he really know that? Of course not. And that fear would never leave him, worrying that he would one day not be enough for you. But! For now, the two of you were together, happy in the relationship you were in. That was enough for him <3

Tsukasa Yugi <3

“We should break up, Tsukasa. I’m really sorry, it just… can’t work.”

Won’t let you break up with him. He won’t- he genuinely won’t.

Clings to you, pouting up at you, as you look down at him, feigning sadness.

“I’m sorry, Tsukasa- please, let go of me.”

“Nope! You’re mine, (Y/N). You can’t break up with me!! You’re mine- forever and ever, no matter what!”

(His expression was wide-eyed and somewhat innocent, but thinking about his words… they were certainly questionable.)

You tried to play along a bit more. Telling him you were serious, attempting to push him away. But, that was to no avail. Tsukasa wasn’t giving in, so you eventually had to-

“Alright, alright. It was a prank, Tsukasa… though I guess it didn’t get far with you.”

“Haha! Nope! And you won’t get far either <3”

“Huh?”

“Hm?”

Honestly? Who knows what that meant. You didn’t get it, and you couldn’t be sure Tsukasa understood either. All he knew was he loved you- therefore, he wouldn’t let you do something so silly like break up with him! Like Tsuchigomori, he's virtually impossible to break-up prank- like Hanako, he's virtually impossible to actually break up with.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

“I… I think we should break up, Mitsuba. It’s not you, really-”

“Tch. Of course it isn’t me, idiot,” Mitsuba interrupted. He wasn’t there to listen to the extent of your acting skills (though he didn’t realize you were acting). “If you’re gonna split up with me, just get it over with. We should break up? Fine. Not like a pervert like you deserves someone as cute and pure as me anyway.”

Despite his words and furrowed eyebrows, his eyes alone showed how heartbroken he felt. His lower lip trembled a bit, though he attempted to stop it by pouting. No, he wouldn’t be the one crying in this situation! Not yet, at least-

“Great then. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You retorted, laughing bitterly. Ahh, no, this was getting too real for him- you were serious, weren’t you? Could this be a joke?

Mmh, who cared? Mitsuba was here to defend himself, even if it was at the cost of your feelings. If you were going to hurt his heart like that, then he’d do his best to take a jab at yours- or at least your ego.

“Great. Then, why are you lingering? Getting a last look at my cute face?”

“Hm… yeah-”

“Pervert.”

“Excuse mE, let me finish,” You sighed, ruffling his hair lightly, “surprise! It’s a prank!”

His face was honestly golden- his reaction to hearing that it was a prank even better than his reaction when the prank was in action. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though watering just barely from the previous aching in his heart, mouth agape slightly.

Then, his eyebrows furrowed deeper, displaying anger. The way his shoulders sank for a moment showed his relief, though they tensed up quickly, as he prepared himself to yell at you. “Idiot! Pervert! Who do you think you are, trying to play with my heart like that?! What right do you have to-”

You cut him off by cupping his face, pouting slightly- his face burned as he avoided eye contact, hand raised slightly as if contemplating pushing you away. It was clear he didn’t really want you to stop though.

“Sorry, sorry~. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, Mitsuba. You’ve got very cute reactions, you know?”

“Hmph. You sound like you’re quoting porn-”

“Mention porn one more time and the prank won’t be a prank anymore-”

“Liar. Idiot. Stupid pervert, you’re a liar.”

You laughed lightly, squishing his face as you closed your eyes. “Maybe I’m a tad bit of a liar. But, when you pretend to not be upset, I’m sure you’re lying as well~.”

“Hah. I don’t lie.”

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dr4cking · 3 years ago

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can i request a car smut with draco please 😏

Distraction.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

a/n : ugh this idea has been running on my mind 😁 thank you for requesting! <3

y/n walked out of her house when she heard the horn from his car, running to the man she was supposed to go on a date.

she quickly get in the car, greeting draco with a kiss on his cheek.

“looking gorgeous as always, love” he compliments, her perfume filling his car intoxicating him as soon as she sits on the passenger seat.

“thank you, you look hot as always” both of them chuckles and he starts the car.

they were driving to their destination for about an hour, they’re going to somewhere special to celebrate their anniversary but now they’re currently stuck in traffic.

“ugh traffic sucks” y/n whines, the music from the radio isnt curing their boredom anymore.

“yeah it sucks we’ve been trapped for like what, 30 minutes i think” he replied with the same annoyance, sipping his coke.

the more they stuck the more they got bored, but after a few minutes the vehicles in front of them slowly disappeared one by one.

y/n cant help but stare at his hands gripping on the steering wheels and his eyes focusing on the road, her cheeks suddenly heated as she feels arousal down there.

she put one of her hand on his tense shoulder, caressing it slowly making him relaxed until she let her hand trailing down to his biceps squeezing it lightly.

draco was still focused on the road thinking she was just being touchy but her next move making him bite his lip.

she gently tracing and stroking his thigh dangerously close to his crotch, letting her fingertips tapping his thigh while moving up to his part.

“y/n.. what are you d-doing?” his face flushed as she palmed him through his jeans and her thumb playing with the zipper.

“what do you mean? i didnt do anything” she replied pretending to be innocent while her hand pressing down on his hardening cock making him sighed.

she continues her naughty move, her hand now squeezing his cock through his jeans, her other hand quickly working on the button and the zipper.

“y/n this isnt safe..” draco said between his moan as she pulling out his cock, squeezing the tip with her fingers making precum oozing out of it.

she bend down now facing his crotch, she licks a straight line from the base to the top. swirling her tongue around it.

“ah! baby, its- its not safe” he gripped the wheels tighter as she spits on his sensitive tip then pressing her tongue on his slit getting more of precum coming out. the tingly feeling making him bucked his hips.

y/n pulled away sitting straight up to normal making his head snapped instantly to her, anger showing on his face.

“what the fuck do you think youre doing?”

“you said its not safe so i stop it, dont wanna crash down you know..” she chuckles as she saw his disbelief look.

“shut your bullshit and get back here, finish what you have started.” her breath got caught in her throat when she heard the dominant tone in his voice, rubbing her thighs together shakily bending down to him again.

she gripped his cock tightly without warning, pulling it in her mouth until it touches the back of her throat.

“fucking hell..” draco’s knuckles turned pale as he gripped the wheels tightly, his body jolted out from her sudden action.

she suck him eagerly, her nose were hitting his lower abdomen repeatedly. he was twitching when she hummed and moaned around his cock.

the slurping sounds and his heavy breaths making his ears turned pink. now his car is nothing but unholy scene.

luckily, his window is dark enough to cover what she was doing to him right now.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum!” he moaned loudly as he let his orgasm hit him, spurting his cum down her throat which she gladly swallowed.

his eyes closed for a second before opening up again, thanking the universe that no one is going in front of them.

he looks at y/n who was still sucking on her fingers cleaning his cum, his pupils widened and filled with lust.

draco quickly pulling over to the abandoned empty parking spot, parking his car right away and lowering his seat down.

“you’re such a needy slut, cant even wait until we got there and decided to be a distraction instead.”

“i was just really bored, daddy” he grabbed her wrist impatiently pulling y/n onto his lap making the girl yelped.

he pushed her skirt up, ripping her underwear apart and throwing it to the backseat.

his fingers rubbing around her glistening cunt making her dropped her head back in pleasure finally getting some friction.

he inserts his fingers into her, pumping them into her, the sounds it made due to how she was already slicked making his smirk get wider.

“god, there daddy..!” he curls his fingers inside her his long fingers brushing her gspot without making any effort, she screamed when the knot tightened in her stomach.

“yes daddy.. i’m so close!” he pushed his fingers deeper and thats when she let go, coming undone her walls clenching around his fingers making him groaned.

he pulls his fingers out and sucking on them savouring her taste moaning at it making her body burns at the sight.

he smirked before pushing his fingers down her throat letting her tasting herself.

“so fucking delicious, right babygirl?” she nodded, grinding her cunt on his cock petting him, he groaned loudly and slapped her ass.

“fuck me, now” she obliged and lifted her body up, gripping his cock under her lining it up with her.

she keeps their eye contact, biting her bottom lip before sinking down on his cock.

uncontrolled moans and groans filling the car, the air conditioner cant even cooling down the heat anymore.

she started bouncing up and down on him, gripping on his shoulder to balance herself, his hands are guiding her hips. his tongue licking her clothed breast damping it and biting on her nipple making the girl let out a squeak.

draco feels her movements faltered and decided to take the control, his hands moved to her ass squeezing it hard, he thrusts upwards into her, pounding his cock harder and deeper.

the car is moving uncontrollably due to his rough thrusts, if anyone passed by them they would obviously know what was happening.

y/n let her head dropped down to his shoulder biting his exposed neck to hold her screams when he brushed her spot over and over again, forcing her high to coming back to her.

“feels so good, angel?”

she was so lost in her pleasure that she cant even heard him, his pounding was making her head dizzy as the coil tightened ready to snapped through her body.

“god, so fucking lost that you cant even focused on me, huh? all braindead for me” he chuckles, one of his hands gripped her throat pulling her closer to him forcing her to answer him.

“i’m sorry daddy it feels too g- good” he moved his hand down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it lightly making the girl squirmed.

“be a good girl for me and cum” and with one deep short thrust he gave, she let her high washed over her with a loud scream of his name left her lips, a single tear dropped off of her eyes.

it was so good that she instantly collapsed on his body. her legs are shaking uncontrollably.

“holy fuck.. you squirted- oh shit y/n!” draco cums right away at the feeling of her walls clenching and squeezing him so hard and tight, he groaned loudly shooting all of his seed into her filling her up.

he lazily ride out their high. letting their bodies relaxed into each other, catching their breaths.

“that was so fucking good, darling” he cupped her face, capturing her lips on him kissing her sweetly.

“i made a mess..” she chuckles as she broke the kiss looking down and seeing his jeans all soaked up.

“i love it, reminding me of how good i fucked you” he made no move to pulls out of her letting her cockwarming him.

“happy anniversary, my love” draco kissed her one more time, her hand stroking his hair softly.

“happy anniversary, my love” y/n let her head resting on his shoulder.

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queentala · 3 years ago

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You mentioned wanting situations for reader and her witches, so could we get a reader who left her sketchbook open to a page and Manon and Asterin find a bunch of sketches of themselves in there, thank you!

After few months it's time to finally answer this request... Baby, I'm sorry it took me so long but 1) because of school I don't even have time to sleep no to mention writing, 2) I'm a lazy raccoon and have no motivation to do anything but..... Here you go <3

Sleepy witchlings and soft blankets.

Manon x reader x Asterin

Words: 1340

Warnings: extreme dose of fluff (plus some dirty stuff at the end :))

Both Asterin and Manon were still snoring gently when first rays of sunlight shone through the window, casting golden glow on three figures cuddled up in a big bed. Tilting your head up you saw peaceful and the most beautiful face of golden-haired witch that stole half of your heart. Your eyes studied her facial features, her barely visible freckles that blended into the golden skin, her slightly parted soft lips and golden locks of hair streaming down her still closed, black eyes. You didn’t have to turn to know that the another witch that owned second part of your heart and held you tightly from behind looked as beautiful as Asterin.

Usually both women were already up training or trying (and failing) to make you breakfast, yet last night they came back home way after midnight, bruised, sore and tired. There was no wild smile on Asterin’s face and Manon didn’t even tried to hold her usual cold posture when they collapsed into soft sheets and clinged to your body, falling asleep in your warmth before you could say anything. The state they were in made you worried but Manon’s soft skin against yours and Asterin’s hot breath on your neck quickly pulled you after them to the land of sweet dreams.

Now, you laid in your lovers’ embrace with head nuzzled into Asterin’s breasts and back pressed against Manon, trying to figure out how to wiggle out of their arms without waking them. If you could, you’d definitely stay in their arms forever but so many things had to be done today. Your witches’ territorial nature won’t like it if they’ll wake up without you by their side. For a moment you thought in your head all the pros and cons of leaving the bed, until finally you sighed softly and decided to just do it.

Thanks to your Fae genes moving quietly wasn’t hard. Also your witches’ sleep must have been very deep as they didn’t even budged when you slipped out of your bed. Putting on some clothes you glanced once more at two women laying between the soft blankets and pillows. You could finally notice Manon’s relaxed muscles and small smile on her lips what was really rare occurrence. Her moon-white hair were sprawled out on the pillow, creating a halo around her head and making the witch look like a goddess. Both of them looked like goddesses. Yours and yours only.

Using your magic to keep your previous place between witches warm to don’t worry them with your disappearance you walked towards the kitchen, desperate to satisfy your growling stomach before very active day.

Two hours passed but neither of the witches walked out of your bedroom yet. You managed to make perfect breakfast, clean up your whole house including polishing Manon’s and Asterin’s iroonwood brooms they left in the corridor last night, take a shower and finish all your paintings before finally deciding to check up on your lovers. Big smile appeared on your face when you peeked through the door. The sight filling your heart with warmth and love. Asterin was snuggling your pillow, burring her face in it and inhaling your scent. Manon on the other hand... She laid with duvet over her head, desperately trying to find a spot where sun won’t shine on her eyes. Deciding you still have some time before you’ll have to leave to the city, quickly you grabbed your sketchbook and got down to business.

***

You closed the door with a kick of a shoe as your hands were full of various bags and packages. The house was quiet and dark but warm, the fire in the fireplace was burning vividly, which meant that someone had recently added wood to it. Leaving your things on the kitchen counter you noticed that the breakfast you made for your lovers is gone. That is, the witchlings deigned to move their asses.

Guided by the smell of iron and wind you reached your bedroom’s door. Walking in you were greeted by the same view you left behind while walking out few hours ago.

“And you have the audacity to mock me for sleeping till noon...” crossing your arms you leaned against the door frame and met two pairs of eyes staring back at you. One black flecked with gold like a starry night, other shiny as burnt gold.

Both women were still buried among the blankets, furs and pillows. Manon was leaning against the headboard with a book in her hand. Asterin laid beside her, the sheets wrapped up to her chin as she rested her head against Manon’s arm. At the sight of you she opened her arms and made grabby hands. With a big smile you kicked off your shoes and jumped on blonde witch. Skinny yet strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, holding you tightly against her, Asterin placed soft kiss on your lips. You pulled off with a smile and grabbed Manon’s cheek, now connecting your mouth with hers. Iron teeth slid along your lips, making small scratches and letting out few droplets of blood which white-haired woman eagerly licked off.

“We missed you today, little flame.” Manon’s voice was low, teasing, making your tight squeeze. She smirked when you hid your face in Asterin’s neck. Said witch also let out small laugh and patted your head.

Usually after this tone being used, you’d end up naked, squirming under their touch and moaning as their lips wandered all over your body but clearly this evening was different.

Manon chuckled and her eyes turned back to the book she was holding.

Manon with a book...?

Your head snapped up from Asterin’s shoulder and wandered to the leather-bound notebook. On the open page was a sketch of Asterin with her hair flowing and her usual wild smile. You did it on one of the mountain trips while the three of you watched a beautiful sunrise. The adjacent page showed drawing of Manon in only band on the chest and Wind-Clever in hand.

“I have to admit you really drew my muscles wonderfully“ Manon looked into your eyes with a smirk as your cheeks turned pink and once more you hid your face. More sketches appeared to their eyes as white-haired witch turned page after page. Both witches sleeping or training, Manon during bath in the lake near your house, Asterin on her broom racing with the wind and much more. Once you even drew their faces during orgasm as you couldn’t get that sight out of your mind (not that you wanted to, though).

Iron nails caressed your cheek and gently raised your chin. “I wish I could draw this beautifully so I could capture this view...” Your eyes fell to witch’s soft lips and raised to meet her golden-black irises. “You look so cute with a blush.” Asterin brought your mouth to hers and pushed you against Manon who drawled out her iron teeth and started marking your neck.

“You know... We would be happy to pose for you if you asked.” Manon said between kisses.

“I wouldn’t mind practice drawing a female nude.” Your words came out more like a moan when Asterin pulled off your lips and also attached herself to your neck.

“Hmm.” Murmur of pleasure coming out of their throats made your scent changed drastically. “How about practical lessons first?”

You were too stunned to answer, their lips and hands alone nearly bringing you to the edge. The only expression of approval were moans coming out of your mouth.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda unfair that you’re all dressed up while we’re naked, little flame?” Iron claws started ripping your clothes and scratching your skin, making you even more wet.

Yeah... This night is not gonna be any different from others.

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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Date Night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! here is some fluff for y’all! hope you enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi honey! I saw that your requests are open :)) I was wondering if I may please request a fluffly Natasha Romanoff x fem reader one shot, where she surprises the reader with a lunch date (reader has had a super stressful week!) and then convinces her to take the rest of the day off. Later on maybe Natasha starts dropping hints at their future together and later on in the week she proposes (maybe somewhere that has meaning to them) after a very romantic dinner. Thank you!! :))

Summary: Natasha convinces her girlfriend to take some time off of work. They end up having a date night unlike any of their previous ones.

Word Count: 3K

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Natasha stared up at the tall building with two bags of food in hand. She was about to surprise you with some lunch, considering you haven’t been able to take a single break the entire week.

Seriously, even when you were at home, you’d be working on paperwork or taking call after call from your company partners. You’d then go back to work the next morning and completely neglect your own needs, the only thing you’d focus on was anything work-related.

You were the CEO of a major telecommunications company and things have been super hectic around your office. You barely had time to breathe with everything that had been going on, so, Natasha thought that it would be a good idea to give you a nice surprise.

She made her way into the building and got into one of the fancy elevators, quickly tapping the button to the top floor and stood in silence, lively elevator music filling the small space.

When the doors opened, she walked out and was greeted by your secretary; Megan.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff. Ms. L/N is just in her office working on some paperwork. She has a meeting in 20 minutes, though.”

Megan sent Natasha a friendly smile. The redhead simply nodded and mumbled out a small ‘thank you’ before opening the door to your office.

She was met with the sight of you hunched over your desk. The light poured into the tall windows in the room, providing sufficient lighting.

You glanced up from your papers at the sound of the door closing softly. Natasha smiled at you and held up the bags of food. Your lips turned upward at the sight of your girlfriend of five years.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” You asked as you got up from your desk, quickly making your way over to greet the Russian. You pulled her in by the waist and into a tight hug.

“I thought you could use some lunch. You haven’t been taking care of yourself and I’m here to change that.” Natasha mumbled into your neck as her arms rested on your shoulder, gripping onto the food she still had in her hands.

“Baby, you didn’t need to come all the way here. I’m fine, just been super busy lately is all.” You pulled back slightly and stared into green eyes.

“Yes, I needed to. I can’t just standby while you’re practically drowning in stress.”

Natasha got out of your embrace and made her way over to your desk, placing the food down and turning around, leaning onto the table with two hands gripping the furniture behind her.

“I’ll manage, it’s kind of my job.” You let out a small giggle, rounding the desk and sitting on your chair. Natasha turned in her spot as you patted your lap.

“Come on, let’s eat the food you brought. I have a meeting soon so we gotta be quick.”

Natasha walked toward you and sat in your lap, your arms circling around her waist. She opened the food and laid out the plates of Thai food.

Natasha fed you and herself. You both sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Occasionally, Nat would mimic an airplane or train noise as she moved the spoon closer to you, laughing as she abruptly shoved the utensil into your mouth.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you looked at your watch and sighed. You had another meeting that would probably be ridiculously long for no reason.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. I have a meeting in five.”

You moved to get up, but Natasha refused to move off of your lap. You raised an eyebrow at her, the redhead giving you a stern look.

“Take the day off.” You shook your head in protest. You couldn’t take a day off, not now at least.

“Honey, you know I would if I could, bu-“ Natasha immediately cut you off, pressing her lips against yours before pulling back quickly.

“You can though. You’ve been working more than necessary! Please, it’s not even a full day off, it’s half a day.”

Natasha gave you the best puppy dog eyes and pout that she could, knowing how it affected you. Of course, she ended up winning.

“Fine, fine.” You muttered out, leaning forward and pressing a button on your desk-side phone, paging Megan, who sat just outside your office.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Your assistant’s spritely voice rang through the phone.

“Megan, could you please clear the rest of my day? I’m taking the day off.” You heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before the woman replied.

“Okay, your schedule has been cleared and your meetings have been rescheduled to tomorrow.”

Natasha, who could faintly hear the other end of the conversation, smiled triumphantly and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“Thank you.” And with that, you hung up and returned your attention to the beaming redhead in your lap.

“You never play fair.” You mumbled against her cheek as you placed a gentle kiss against her skin.

“All is fair in love and war, moya lyubov (my love).” You rolled your eyes at the Russian while holding back a smile.

She got out of your hold and stood up, grabbing both of your hands and forcefully pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s go! I know a few things we could do today.” Natasha spoke seductively and sent you a little wink before grabbing the trash on your desk and throwing it away in the small trash can you had under the table.

You watched with a wide smile as she waltzed toward the door, making sure to sway her hips a little more, exaggerating the movement. There was an extra spring in her step that caused her red locks to bounce with each movement.

She turned her head around when her hand was on the doorknob, smirking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you coming or not?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I have a feeling I will be soon.”

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4 hours later

You laid in bed with Natasha by your side, her head resting on your shoulder with an arm around your torso.

After hours of love-making, you guys had finally gotten to relax. You both just stayed there in each other’s arms, appreciating the moment.

“Honey?” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head to look down at her, the redhead already staring up at you as you hummed.

“Have you ever thought about what you want your future to look like?”

This wasn’t the first time you guys have discussed the future. You’d both mention small tidbits of your aspirations and goals, but never went too far into the details of it all.

“Well, first starters, you’re definitely there.” Natasha smiled up at you with bright eyes. It absolutely warmed your heart to see her so full of joy.

“Really?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead, the redhead briefly shutting her eyes as your soft lips met her skin.

“Really.” You pulled back, brushing your nose against hers. The redhead placed a hand on your cheek, as connected your foreheads.

“Well, I see you in mine too. Maybe we would end up leaving this penthouse and buy an actual home together.”

You nodded with a wide smile. The thought of buying a property with the woman you adored had you giddy.

“Yeah, definitely. Then maybe we could have little rascals of our own running around. We could find a surrogate or maybe even adopt if you’d want to.”

Natasha felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of love. The thought of having children to raise with you filled her with more joy than ever.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’d love that.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The moment was cut off when a loud yawn tore through your body, promoting a little giggle from your girlfriend.

She cuddled closer to you, her arm tightening around your body with a smile on her face.

“Let’s get some rest.” Natasha’s words were slightly slurred, the exhaustion of your previous activities hitting her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yeah, so we can have energy for a round two.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yeah right, more like round ten.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go big or go home!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

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5 days later

It was a Saturday night and Natasha had practically forced you to not go into work.

Usually, you would go into the office on Saturdays, despite having the day off, to get some extra work out of the way, but your girlfriend was extremely persistent.

So now, here you two were, getting ready to go out for a date night. You had to admit that this was a good idea.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Nat had gone out on a date; it was a rarity with how busy you both would be majority of the time.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing out your hair, your heart racing at the sight of your girlfriend clad in a simple black body-con dress that hugged her curves in all the right places paired with a cute, black blazer.

She straightened her hair and did her makeup just the way you liked it.

You stalked over to the woman who stood in front of the full-body length mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, baby. I’m so lucky.” Your eyes raked over her figure through the reflection of the mirror before meeting her green ones.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I swear, if we didn’t have reservations, I’d rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

Natasha’s voice came out husky when you kissed the side of her neck. You sucked on her skin lightly and went to leave a mark, but the Russian turned around in your embrace.

“No marks, not until after dinner at least.” You let out a small whine, pulling her front against yours tightly.

“Oh come on! It’s not like we haven’t ditched our reservations for dinner before. I miss you.”

You tried to go for her neck again, but she flicked your forehead. You stared at her with a look that screamed ‘what the fuck was that for?’

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been looking forward to having a date night for months. We aren’t missing this. Let’s go.”

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Two hours later

Natasha had taken you to one of the best restaurants in New York. You weren’t one for fancy places, you were more of a ‘let’s order takeout and watch tv’ kind of gal, but Natasha absolutely loved luxurious dining experiences.

When you both arrived, the waited immediately escorted you both to the most private table in the house.

The table was set with candles and rose petals were spread across the tablecloth. You were blown away, seeing as the table overlooked the city.

Natasha pulled your seat back for you, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as you sat down. You watched as she rounded the table and sat in the chair across from you.

Her skin was golden as the candlelight brightened up her face, accentuating her green eyes beautifully. She had a cheeky smile on her face and wiggled her eyebrows at you before looking at the menu.

Of course, the redhead ordered the best wine the restaurant had to offer, immediately asking for a bottle of the alcohol.

You two talked about anything and everything over the course of the dinner. You had to admit, this was probably one of the best dates you guys had ever been on, besides your first one, at least.

As you both finished off your meals and were given the check, you noticed that Natasha couldn’t seem to sit still.

She was tapping her fingers against the table anxiously as she gnawed on her bottom lip. You placed your hand on top of hers, stopping the insistent movement.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked in concern. It was really unlike Natasha to be nervous, especially during date night.

She was usually relaxed and content whenever you both had time to spend out together.

The redhead sent you a reassuring smile and flipped her hand over, intertwining your fingers before bringing your conjoined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Never better, hon. Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Natasha placed her credit card into the bill holder and waved down a waiter and shortly after, you both walked out into the cool New York air, hand-in-hand.

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Your eyes lit up when you noticed where your next destination was; Central Park.

You had always loved the park. There was something so beautiful about the scenery and the usual liveliness of the area that brought you so much peace and comfort.

Natasha led you towards a pond that was located in the heart of the park and you immediately recognized which one it was.

The redhead stopped in her tracks on top of the tiny bridge that hovered over the pond.

“Do you remember this spot?” She asked you as she turned around to face you, hand still linked with yours.

“How could I forget? You took me here on our very first date to feed the ducks, which completely backfired.” You let out a laugh at the memory, Natasha’s cheeks turning red.

“I wouldn’t say it backfired…” The redhead mumbled shyly which only made you laugh harder.

“Honey, you ended up getting attacked by pigeons because you were holding the bread. You walked me home covered in bird shit and your clothes were absolutely torn apart.”

You were practically crying from your laughter and you felt Natasha’s hand heating up in yours.

“It wasn’t funny! I really liked that outfit.” Natasha pouted as your laughter died down.

You placed a kiss onto her pouty lips, her frown quickly replaced with a bright smile.

“Anyway, I took you here because this is where our first date was which obviously resulted in us dating.”

You nodded your head at her words, deciding to remain silent when you noticed she had more to add.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“And, well… this is where I want our last date, as girlfriends, to be.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You felt your heart sink at her words. Was she breaking up with you right now? It didn’t make any sense! She didn’t ever show any indication that she was unhappy or wanted to leave you.

However, before you could completely break down, Natasha let out a shaky breath, and it was then that you noticed how shaky her hands were.

“Y/N, All my life, I never thought that I’d find love. After all of the things that the Red Room had taught me and forced me to do, I never believed that love was in the cards for me, but then I met you, and everything changed.”

You stared at Natasha curiously. This definitely didn’t sound like a breakup. So what was she going on about?

“I never ever thought that one day, I’d find someone that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought that I’d ever want to buy a house and build a family with another person, but god, I’m so fucking happy that I was wrong.”

Your eyes watered when the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Your thoughts were confirmed as Natasha let go of your hand and slowly bent down on one knee in front of you, reaching her hand into her blazer pocket, revealing the small velvet red box that had been tucked away in the material.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Baby, these last five years have been the best years I’ve ever had, and it was all because of you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Your hands flew up to your mouth as a gasp escaped your lips. There were tears in your eyes as she revealed a gorgeous engagement ring to you.

“Y/N, I want you, every day, for the rest of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Natasha’s voice was unstable as she tried to hold back her emotions, but that went out the window when you frantically nodded your head in agreement.

“Yes!” You whispered out in shock. Natasha looked up at you with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” The redhead asked for confirmation and you let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! Is that even a question?” Natasha grabbed your left hand shakily and slid the ring onto your finger.

You were both crying at this point. You didn’t care that you were both stood in the freezing cold, in the middle of Central Park.

All that mattered was that this was going to be the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman you loved.

Suddenly, Natasha stood up and picked you up by the waist, twirling you both around.

Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t stumble, considering the fact that she was wearing such high heels. Luckily for you though, she didn’t fall.

You were both laughing like maniacs when she finally stopped spinning. You were like two teenagers in love without a care in the world.

You leaned down, still in her arms, and kissed her passionately.

You could feel all the love and adoration she had for you through the kiss and you prayed to God that she could feel just how much you felt for her too.

When Natasha disconnected the kiss, she placed you gently onto the floor, your arms immediately going around her neck, hers securing themselves around your waist.

“We’re getting married?” She asked in disbelief. Natasha genuinely couldn’t believe that you said yes, even if you never gave her any indication that you would say no.

“We’re getting married.” You reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose, practically melting as her nose scrunched up adorably.

This definitely wasn’t what you expected the night to be like, but you wouldn’t change any detail about it for the world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You were going to be Y/N L/N-Romanoff.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

And that was a name you were going to carry around proudly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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maximwtf · 3 years ago

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“Hello blue bird!”

Pure Vanilla

“Hello blue bird!”

Words: 1284

google docs pages: 3

warnings: getting injured, blood

opening: You came back home from an adventure, but you had gotten hurt while you had been out there. Thank god you came back to Pure vanilla, and he is there to help you.

AN// This is a human au!^^ (they can still use magic) Also i’m so sorry that this turned out this short, hope you don’t mind ^^”

Not proof read!

“Hello blue bird!”

You were limping towards your and Pure vanilla’s house. The forest you had been attacked in was slowly disappearing behind you, and so were the foes that had harmed you. There was a wound on your shoulder that went down to your upper arm, and a wound on your thigh. You were holding your shoulder’s wound together with your free hand, to prevent blood flow.

As you walked, you were leaving behind blood. Even though you lived quite far away from other people, you were still scared that someone might spot you. If someone did, that would be the end of your pride of being the adventurer that did the adventuring alone. Even if someone would try and help you, you’d still feel horrible, for letting others see you like this. All bloody and beaten up.

With small steps, you were getting closer to your house. The back bag that was hanging on your shoulders was hurting the wound more than anything. All you wanted to do was to abandon the whole thing, and walk the rest of the way. But this was not going to happen due to your determination, and the fact that you didn’t want to give up. So while biting your teeth together, you furrowed your brows and started to walk towards the front door.

Your house was painted pale yellow, with the edges being white. The roof used to be black, but over time it had become more grey and had grown moss on it. You had requested that you and Pure vanilla get the roof fixed, but he seemed to like how the moss looked. The garden had some pretty yellow and pink flowers, and some bushes that were cut into a circle shape.

Your hand reached the door knob slowly, and twisted it. With that you pushed the door open and almost fell in the house. While cursing under your breath, you dropped the back bag on the floor and sat down for a moment.

The slight wind from outside hit your face, because you had left the door open. You shivered a little, and while leaning on a wall, you stood up. You had to find Pure Vanilla so he could help you. He was the only one that you allowed to see you hurt.

As you held the wound on your shoulder together with your palm, you began to walk towards the living room. The whole time you were leaning on the walls as you walked, leaving behind some blood. But at this moment you didn’t even notice the mess you had already made, you just wobbled towards a couch.

You let out a deep breath as you let yourself fall on the clean couch. The noise of this seemed to alert Pure vanilla. He had been in the kitchen, watering some plans that were there. “Hello, blue bird?” You heard his soft voice ask. “Hello.” You tried to reply, but your voice came out as a whimper. Pure Vanilla of course heard this, and hurried in the living room. “Blue bird?” He asked again, before he saw you.

You were leaning on the couch, with bloody clothes. Your hair was messy, and your face looked rough. You heard the gasp leave Pure Vanilla, before he kneeled down in front of the couch. His eyes were scanning you carefully, trying to find answers. You could see that he was filled with sorrow and confusion. “What happened?” He asked with a shaky voice. “I got attacked…” You muttered and lifted your palm off of the wound that was on your shoulder. You saw how his eyes widened at this, and he hadn’t even seen the wound on your leg yet. “Hold on, blue bird. I’ll help you!” Pure Vanilla stated.

With that he carefully made you lay down on your back. That was when he spotted the wound on your leg. You knew that he wanted to ask why you didn’t say anything about it, but he decided to stay silent. You just closed your eyes as Pure Vanilla started to heal the wound on your shoulder first, since it seemed like it was bleeding the most. The cut slowly but surely closed up, but the blood was still there. Neither of you cared about that, the most important thing was to get the wounds healed. After he was sure the first wound was closed properly, he moved onto your leg. It hurt a tiny bit more, when he started to heal it, but you knew that you’d feel better in no time.

“I’m sorry about the mess I made.” You whispered while looking at Pure Vanilla. He didn’t reply at first, since he was focused on healing the wound. “It’s not your fault.” He decided to reply after he was done with the wound. “I’ll run you a bath and get you some clean clothes. How does that sound like?” He tilted his head at you. You only nodded at him, and smiled slightly.

After he had left to start the bath, you got up and poured yourself some water. It was only now that you had noticed the mess. Half of the couch was covered in blood, and there were trails of blood leading to the couch. The walls had some as well, and the doorway seemed to as well. You’d have to help Pure Vanilla clean this, because you’d feel bad if you didn’t. With that you drank the rest of the water, and put down the glass.

You saw Pure Vanilla walk out of the bathroom. “I left some clothes for you in there. Call for me if you need anything.” He smiled and walked past you. “Thank you, really.” You muttered again and hurried to take a bath.

You threw the bloody clothes on the floor and sank in the warm water. You closed your eyes and tried to relax. The only thought in your mind was how glad you were for having someone like Pure Vanilla. Without him you’d still be bleeding somewhere. You hummed slightly at this, hoping that Pure Vanilla knew how much you cared about him.

After cleaning off all the dried blood and dirt, you got out of the bathtub and got dressed. The clothes were comfy and warm, just what you had wanted. You took a quick look at yourself from the mirror and then exited the bathroom.

You headed straight to the living room. Pure Vanilla was still there, waiting for you. “You’re already looking better.” He smiled at you. “I feel a lot better.” You hummed and placed yourself next to him on the couch. Your eyes scanned the other couch that was still red. “I can clean that up later.” Pure Vanilla commented, as he was scrolling through the tv. You quickly turned your head to him. “What? You’re not cleaning that up by yourself. I’m going to help you.” You huffed, all bamboozled why he would even offer to do it. It was a mass you had made, after all. “Only if you’re fully recovered by then.” Pure Vanilla replied. “I’ll be fine.” You insisted and leaned on his shoulder.He hummed as a reply and settled on a channel that was playing a movie.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years ago

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Cake Catastrophe

Peter Parker x f! Reader

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff ;) <3

Summary: Peter tries to make a cake for (Y/N)'s birthday but things don't go exactly to plan

A/N: I hope you guys like it :) I just really liked the idea of Peter trying to make a cake for his so <3 Also if you have any requests, feel free to leave them, I love writing your ideas :D

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Leaning against the cool surface if the wooden cabinets, Peter found the edges of his mouth curl into a frown, staring at the typed out words lighting up the screen of his phone, eyes moving left and right having scanned through the instructions for the third time. Huffing in frustration, he placed the phone on counter, crossing his arms across his chest, eyebrows furrowed as he fixated his gaze on the ingredients: butter, sugar, flour, chocolate, eggs, milk, vanilla, "You've helped save the world before", attempting to give himself a pep talk, "How hard can this be ?". Unfortunately for him, this would prove to much much harder than saving the world.

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Half an hour later, the boy stood over the reflective stainless steel bowl, grimacing slightly as he observed the batter in it, looking more like chocolate milk than thick, gooey, chocolaty batter, and not the good kind. His shirt stained with puffs of white, sleeves now rolled up past his elbows, arms sticky from the sugary concoction, he sighed raising his shoulder up at an odd angle, trying to wipe the layer of sweat that had formed over his skin, flushing from the heat of the pre-heated oven, making his fluffy curls limp, sticking onto his forehead. Snatching the phone of the counter, he tapped at the screen expertly, scrolling down to the end of the page, giving it a quizzical look, staring at the picture of what the batter was supposed to look like, repeatedly glancing back to his recreation of it, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

Considering his options, the boy defeatedly shrugged his shoulders, carefully tilting the bowl onto its side, letting the mixture flow into the greased pan, before sliding the multi-colored mittens over his slippery fingers, pushing the filled container into the oven. The blazing heat blowing into his face making him squint his eyes a little, the sweat on his face being aggravated, dripping down his skin, dampening the collar of his once pristine pressed shirt. Shutting the heavy door with a clang, he took in his appearance through its reflective, mirror-like surface, dark shirt now crumpled and damp, pants covered in white prints from when he had unconsciously wiped off his hands across them, rolling his eyes a little as he recalled May's advice. ---

"Peter, don't forget to wear an apron", she called out, twisting the shiny, brass doorknob, bag in hand, eyeing the items on the kitchen counter, as her nephew step out of his room, hair still knotted and messy from sleep, "Baking always gets messy". Sending her a confident grin, he responded, "Don't worry May, I got this", pushing the curls from his eyes. Giving him one last wary look, she stepped out the door, as it clicked behind her, leaving the boy to his own devices.

--- Groaning exasperatedly to himself, he dug in the drawers, creating loud clanging noises as various metal spoons and forks rattled about in his search, promptly raising his palm to smack the top of his head, remembering that his phone doubled as a timer. Reaching for the device, which sat comfortable and snug in his back pocket, he thumbed in 30 minutes, while walking towards his room, a boisterous creak filling the space as he pushed the door open. Plopping down at his table, covered with scratches and doodles, smiling when he spotted his favorite, (Y/N)'s mark, as she called it, eyes trailing over the glittery blue ink which read, 'Love you always dork', pulling out his homework, the papery surface now creased aggressively from being jostled in his backpack.

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A shrill beeping noise filed the small space, snapping Peter out from his daze, quickly scanning the last question, he penciled down the answer, jumping up from his seat, bounding to the kitchen, half afraid and half excited, in curiosity of how his cake had turned out. Frantically slipping on the thick, mittens, he gingerly held onto the edges of the burning hot metal, easing it out of the steaming oven, so that he could place it on the counter.

Tossing the protective mitts aside, the boy took a step back to properly take in his creation, hand nervously rubbing against the nape of his neck, eyes growing wide at the sight of it. The top of the cake had appeared to have risen, but seemed to collapse at the center, making it look like a crater more than a cake, all while the surface look like it had been pebbled with tiny holes, mentally smacking himself, thinking back to all the baking hack videos he had watched, always emphasizing on dropping the pan. "At least it looks like cake ?", he wondered out loud, a failed attempt to console his deflating tenacity, the object becoming more contorted and strange the longer he stared at it, causing him to tear his eyes away from it, "Almost".

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Pacing across the light wooden panels of the apartment, his steps echoed through the air, close to panic as he whispered under his breath, "Pick up, pick up", rubbing a hand across his forehead in frustration, "Come on pick up", glaring at his screen which buzzed ignorantly. A wave of relief washing over him, seeing his best friend's face appear on the screen, expression relaxing for a few seconds before his mind steered him back to the problem at hand, the questions streaming out of his mouth at an alarming rate, "Ned I am so happy you picked up! Do you know how to bake ? I tried to bake a cake for (Y/N) and I followed the recipe but then it went all wrong and it doesn't really look like one and I need your help to fix it", his skin turning red from stress.

The boy on the other side of the illuminated screen gave him a confused look, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, "Wait, Peter slow down", he questioned, leaning forward, resting his head on his arm, giving him a sympathetic look, "What's wrong ?".

Letting out the breath he was holding, he flipped the camera around, pointing it to the object in question, as he spoke defeatedly, "I tried to make (Y/N) a cake for her birthday", glancing to the lump-looking item, the edges of his mouth curling into a frown, "But something went wrong and now it looks like this ?".

Clicking the button, the camera turned back to him, his frown deepening when he took in the shocked gape that was plastered on his friends face, quickly changing into a forced smile, that looked almost painful, "It- It isn't that bad-", his friend tried, a terrible attempt at comfort.

Rolling his eyes exasperatedly, he snorted, "Dude don't lie to me", giving him a dead-panned look, having accepted the revelation that was revealed to him during this torturous lesson ..... he was not meant to bake, ever.

Sighing, Ned ran his fingers across his face, eyes raised to the ceiling, mind running with possible solutions, feeling bad for the desperate boy who gave him a desperate look, "You probably don't have time to make a new one", turning his face up to get confirmation from Peter, who was nodding his head vigorously, "What if you cover it with something actually good- You know like frosting".

His eyes lit up, Ned's idea sparking a new one in his mind, the frown on his face morphing into a beam, as he exclaimed, "Nutella", raising a fist in the air triumphantly, before giving his friend a grateful look, "Nutella will fix everything, thank you so much", promptly clicking the bold crimson button at the bottom of the screen, full of hope and excitement.

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He stuck his head in the fridge, fishing around, creating sharp clinking noises, glasses and cans knocking into each other from the force of his shoving as he hysterically dug for the large jar of Nutella that he always kept in stock. Spotting the bright, bolded crimson print, he wrapped his fingers around it tugging the jar out, promptly snatching a knife from the cluttered drawer, giving the cake a challenging look, scooping out a large dollop of the chocolaty, smooth hazelnut spread, "I will fix you", letting it fall onto the rubbery, uneven, surface, proceeding to smear it all over the cake.

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Gripping the container tightly, he swung past the reflective skyscrapers, the sound of cars honking and people talking filled the air, doing a flip in the air before landing expertly on the fire escape by her window, gently tapping at the glass. Reaching up with a hand to yank his mask off, releasing the fluffy strands, sticking up and down messily, as she slid the window up, the aged wood shuffling easily against each other, allowing him to crawl through, stepping onto her soft carpet. Sending her a lopsided smile, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, mumbling into her hair, “Happy Birthday baby”, before planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Giggling she wrapped intertwined her fingers behind his neck, gripping tightly as she took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of sugary cinnamon that wafted off him, pecking his cheek lovingly as she responded, “Thank you babe”.

Pulling back slightly, the boy reached into his back pack, running his fingers across the various items until they landed on a velvety material, pulling it out and handing it to the girl who stood opposite him, mouth agape. Rubbing the nape of his neck anxiously, he chews on his bottom lip, watching attentively as she gently pried the box open, eyes glittering when they spotted the gift, a hand covering her gaping mouth. Tilting her head back up, she pounced on him, clutching his torso tightly as she connected their lips, to which he quickly reacted, kissing back, steadying their frames, the force of her sudden weight catching him off guard, almost making them both topple over. Nestling her face into his neck, she placed a kiss on the sensitive skin, “Thank you baby”, she hummed contently, stroking the strands of chestnut colored hair on the back of his head, “I love it”.

Clutching her gently, he lifted her off the ground, plopping them both on her bed, the mattress sinking in a little under their weight, loosening his hold on her slightly, allowing her to readjust her position. Placing her hands on her sides, she pushed herself up slightly so that she was leaning against his chest, their legs tangled up together, the cushions flattened under them, as his head rested on her shoulder, softly nuzzling his nose against her cheek, reaching cupping his larger hand over hers that held the pouch box dreamily. Rubbing circles into her skin, he tilted his head, whispering in her ear, voice quiet and silky, “See it opens here”, softly prying the charm from the box, brushing his finger over the sparkling silver heart, the metal bringing a cool sensation to it. Using his other hand he brought it round her body, opening the thick charm, a soft click drifting in the silent space, revealing a tiny picture of the them on the inside, from their first date, making her eyes grow wide, shining in adoration and amazement, tilting her head to place another peck on his cheek.

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Staying like that for a few more minutes, Peter then lifted himself off the bed, hopping over the end, calling out, a slight anxiousness in his voice as he spoke, “Baby I made you something else”, pulling the cake out of the plastic cover, gripping the sides of the gold foiled tray tightly, bringing it over to where she had moved to sit on the edge of the covers, smiling softly at him.

Dragging her chair over, he carefully placed the misshapen cake on its sturdy surface, sending her a hesitant grin as he lit the pink and white swirl candle that he had poked into it, with difficulty much to his dismay. Sighing he tilted his head up to meet her eyes, that watched him with affection and love, chewing the inside of his cheek, clasping her hand in his, “I know I’m not exactly the best bake and this isn’t much but—”, finding it hard to meet her eyes. He was cut off, feeling his palm get pulled up, her lips gently pressing against the calloused knuckles, giving him a reassuring look, lips curled up into a gentle smile, “This is perfect and I love you for doing all this for me”, voice steady and unwavering. Mirroring her grin, he pulled out the clear, plastic knife from where it was hidden behind his back, with ribbons of silver, red and blue tied neatly on its end, handing it to her. Taking it from her hand, she glanced down at the cake, excitedly anticipating the taste of the thick, sugary, chocolate frosting on her tongue, getting lodged between her teeth, the words ‘Happy Birthday’, spelt out in red and blue MnMs, matching the knife, making her giggle, “Very patriotic Parker”, turning up to look at her boyfriend who watched her fondly, “I like it”.

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Minutes later, the boy crossed his arms over his chest, pouting at the girl who was laughing uncontrollably, “Baby, it’s not going in”, both hands pushing down tightly on the knife that appeared to be stuck halfway through the brick-like cake.

Swatting her hand away, he spun the cake board around, so that the knife was facing him, rolling his eyes slightly at the girl who had now fallen back against the fuzzy blanket, clutching her sides, still giggling, placing his fingers against the curved edges that added to the grip, pushing down harshly. He frowned, confused and slightly terrified at the fact that it was not moving smoothly through the layers, being able to easily lift ten tones, causing him to push down harder, slowly but eventually getting it through, almost cracking the fragile knife at that.

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Wiping away the stray tears that formed in the corners of her eyes, the girl sat up, finally recovering from her giggling fit, giddily taking the dark, almost charcoal colored square from his hands, fingers covered in the gooey chocolate spread that was painted on it. Popping it into her mouth, she struggled to bit down on it, muscles straining a little, quickly relaxing as it began to soften, creating a rich, sticky, chocolaty taste, her mouth curving up into a grin, complimenting it, words sounding muffled, mouth still somewhat full, “You know what this is pretty good”.

Pressing his lips together, he gave her an exasperated look as he wrestled to get a price for himself, “Baby, don’t play with my emotions”, careful not to spill any crumbs on her floor, their fear of cockroaches leaving them both wary of bits of food littering the ground. Successfully acquiring a similarly sized section of the tough cake, he gave it a strange look before shrugging his shoulder and placing it in his mouth, grimacing slightly as he anticipated an awful taste, expression softening when he was met with a more delightful one. Opening his eyes, he was met with a confident smirk from his girlfriend who now lay flat on the bed, “Told you it would be great”, tilting her head down, she connected their lips for a short but passionate kiss, the sweet flavor spreading between their mouths. Breaking the kiss she pressed her lips lightly against the curve of his nose affectionately, giggling as it wrinkled reflexively, the love-struck boy gazing up at her in astonishment.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years ago

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Pasta Night

Summary: Request! The team worries about the reader struggling with nightmares after a bad case.

Warnings: CM violence, nightmares,

Word count: 2019

a/n: this took me forever, and I am truly sorry about that. I lost inspiration when it came time to write the comforting part, which is weird cause I live for the comforting part. 🤷🏻‍♀️I imagine this as Spencer x Reader but it's more of the whole team relationship.

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"L/N, wait for backup!" Hotch's voice echoed through the phone, but you had already made up your mind.

"There's no time, Hotch. I have to go in." You hung up before he could respond.

Running into the warehouse, you did your best to clear each area before fully turning the corners. Each step brought you closer to the center of the building, where your suspect- Jonathan Whitcomb- had two children- Sarah Fielding and Samantha Jefferson- hostage.

It was silent. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of your own footsteps quietly echoing through the long hallways and empty rooms.

One final turn and you could see him.

"Y/N!" Emily's voice broke you from the memory, mind returning to the reports on your desk. She looked at you with a concerned expression, eyeing the coffee in your hand.

"I've been calling you for a few minutes, are you okay?" She asked cautiously.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just daydreaming I guess." You shook off her comment, immediately returning the files you were filling out.

"Are you sure, because you can always talk-"

"Em, I'm fine. I promise." You flashed a tight lipped smile in her direction before fully immersing yourself in the files, effectively cutting off the conversation.

A quick glance at the clock told you there were only 3 and a half hours until the work day ended. Only 3 and a half hours for another case to come in before you had to go home and sit in even more silence alone for the weekend.

"You heading home?" Spencer asked 4 hours after your encounter with Emily. It wasn't unusual for the young Doctor to stay late on a Friday, but he was clearly surprised you hadn't left yet.

"No, I've got a few more files I want to get done before I go." You shrugged, as if to portray an unwillingness to stay when in reality you wanted nothing more.

"Well, I'll help you. No reason for you to postpone your weekend too much." He smiled brightly, already reaching for one of the aforementioned files.

He had it in his hands, eyes already scanning the first few pages, before you could protest.

"Y/N, this one's already done." He furrowed his brow, confused by the turn of events.

"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to go through it one more time to verify everything." You muttered, feeling your only plan for staying late slowly slipping away.

"Oh, well it's correct!" He scanned through the last two files in the pile quickly, already shuffling to add them to the pile of completed reports for Hotch. "These too! Now you can get out of here!"

"Thanks, Reid. I appreciate it." You did your best to sound genuine, but Spencer could clearly tell the lack of remaining work upset you.

"Are you okay?" He eyed you with the same cautious expression Emily gave you.

"I'm fine. Just tired from the long week." You shook off the negative expression, suppressing your feelings for the few minutes it would take for Spencer to walk with you to the parking garage.

"If you're sure..." He trailed off, words lingering in the air between you.

"Yep!" You knew your smile was overly positive, but it seemed like you could only handle the extremes at the moment. "I'll see you Monday." You waved, quickly running to your car and driving away.

"Jonathan Whitcomb, FBI! Show me your hands." You called out when you first spotted his head, but the man didn't even flinch.

With his back to you, it was impossible for you to tell if he was armed. The way he was leaned against the shelf next to him gave you a bad feeling though.

"Whitcomb, show me your hands!" You called again, louder, but still received no response.

With cautious steps, you rounded the file cabinets blocking him from your path, abruptly coming to a halt when the full scene was before you.

There was blood everywhere- the floor, the walls, Whitcomb, the children. The children.

You rushed to them, immediately feeling for a pulse. The blood, previously overwhelming, did nothing to deter you from trying to help them.

"Y/N?" Penelope's voice caused your eyes to flicker in her direction.

"Yeah?" You did your best to seem like you were paying attention to her and JJ, but your mind was wondering.

"You've been staring at that wall for 15 minutes." Penelope gestured to the nearly empty wall of the coffee shop, the blank beige broken up by a single picture of flowers in a meadow.

"I was looking at the picture." You defended yourself, but it sounded weak to your own ears.

"If you need to talk about anything, we're here." JJ cut in, her soft, motherly voice taking over.

"I'm fine." You shifted your focus to the coffee in your hands, eyes downcast to avoid giving anything away.

Penelope and JJ, although unconvinced, started talking about their Sunday plans. Every so often, you would mutter something about reading or watching a movie, but you dreaded the moment you would depart from the small cafe.

It just meant more time spent alone in your apartment, nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company.

Three pairs of lifeless eyes stared back at you as you slowly spun in circles, desperately wishing you had gotten there earlier.

"FBI, freeze!"

You flinched before turning toward Hotch, eyes wide with panic. Your own gun was already back in it's holster.

"I was too late." You muttered, burying the grief and focusing on anger. Hands covered in blood, you stormed back out of the warehouse, going through the motions of closing the case so you could leave.

You took another large gulp of coffee, finishing your third cup of the day before 9 am. Pushing back from your desk, you moved to go get more when a figure stopped you.

"More coffee?" Derek eyed the cup in your hand before meeting your eye. Despite the concealer your tired using this morning, the bags from your lack of sleep were obvious.

"Yep." You replied bluntly, trying to sidestep around him. He followed your movements, still blocking your path. "Derek-"

"I'm worried about you." He said it so casually, it took a minute for you to understand what he meant.

"I'm fine." You said for what felt like the thirtieth time in four days.

"You're not. You're not sleeping, you can't focus on anything. I can tell you're stuck in your head. Just talk to me." Although you admired his straightforward approach compared to everyone else's concern, you weren't ready to talk.

"Derek, I said I'm fine." Again, you tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your arm to stop you.

"Y/N-" You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him.

"I'm. Fine." You nearly growled through gritted teeth. Yanking your arm free, you aggressively pushed passed him, finally pouring a fourth cup of coffee.

"Today's the day! Pasta making is happening!' Penelope cheered as she walked up to your desk.

"Huh?" You briefly looked up from your reports in confusion.

"Pasta making! At Rossi's!" She said it like it was obvious.

"Oh, right. Right!" You nodded with fake enthusiasm.

"You wanna ride with me?" She nodded toward the elevator, signalling her departure.

"No, that's okay. I'll meet you there." You gave her a small smile before turning back to finish one last report.

Just dinner. You just have to make it through dinner.

It's much easier to bury yourself in work where you have an excuse not to talk to people. But a dinner party? All that people do at dinner parties is socialize and eat- two things you're very underprepared for.

With one final fortifying breath, you rang the doorbell.

"Y/N!" Rossi threw open the door, arms wide to pull you into a hug. "Come in, please!"

Before long, you're sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand. You're happily listening to JJ and Spencer discussing Michael and Henry when you slip into a dreamland.

"Y/N!" The voice of Sarah Fielding calls out your name.

"Y/N! Help us!" Samantha Jefferson joins her friend, screaming for your help.

You're running, but they only seem to be getting further away.

"Help us!" The young voices call again, their screams echoing in the abandoned warehouse.

"I'm coming! I'm coming, I promise!" You yell back, running even faster.

"You're too late." The voices turn sorrowful as you finally approach the girls. They wear matching expressions of terror, covered in blood, and whispering in your ears. "He already got us."

"No! No, no, no! I was right here." Your body shook with wasted adrenaline, the feeling of being too late sinking deep into your bones.

"Y/N!" JJ was staring at you when you vaulted off the couch, eyes wide and hands shaking.

"Y/N, you're okay. We're at Rossi's, for dinner." Spencer spoke slowly, approaching you with his hands in the air.

"Rossi's..." You slowly looking around, tears still streaming down your face. Your breathing slowed with every deep, shaky inhale. "Dinner..." You nodded your head, trying to make your nervous system catch up with your eyes.

"Y/N, talk to us. We justs want to help you." Hotch spoke from the other side of the room, your head turning rapidly to identify the source of the words.

Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the worried looks your entire team was shooting your direction.

"I... I just..." You bit your lip as your breathing took an uptick in pace again. "I keep seeing them." Tears fell freely down your face at the admission.

It was clear they all knew who you were talking about without needing to ask.

"Y/N, it's completely normal-" Hotch started, but now that your secret was out you couldn't stop yourself from revealing more.

"If it's normal, then why are all of you fine? How do you deal with it? How do you just... shut off the pain?" You leaned back into the wall, sliding to the floor when the sobs took over your body.

"Y/N, we've been doing this for years, you only started a few months ago." Derek jumped in first, eager to help you.

"He's right, some of it comes with experience." Emily added on. "But, we don't shut off the pain."

"Experiencing the pain, working through it, is important. You have to know, you did everything you could to save them." JJ went next.

"If I had only gotten there faster, then I could've-" You were cut off before you could finish.

"You can't think like that. There was no way for you to get there faster. Nothing you could've done better." Rossi looked at you with kind, fatherly eyes.

"But, if I was faster-" Again, you were cut off.

"Y/N." Hotch's voice was stern, but somehow compassionate. "You asked how we deal with it?" You nodded. "By recognizing we did everything possible. Sometimes, we lose. And it sucks." You nearly laughed at the casual words coming from Hotch. "But, we come back to work and stop the next guy."

You nodded slowly, trying to absorb all of the advice. It felt like hours before you finally spoke again. "It's so hard."

"That's a good thing. The moment you stop feeling something, is the moment they've actually won." Spencer slowly reached for your hand, drawing you back into the room from your hunched, ball-like position.

"That makes sense." You nodded again, trying to fully convince yourself of the truth behind the words.

"And, we lean on each other when we need to." Spencer spoke up again before fully encompassing your hands in his.

"Thank you." You whispered, eyes staring into his. "All of you." You turned to look at the team, wiping tears from your face. "Sorry for ruining pasta night..." You shuffled, feeling awkward from your outburst.

"Nonsense!" Rossi lead everyone back to the table, pasta piled high and wine glasses full. "The only way you could ruin pasta night is with bad pasta. Now, let's eat!"

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moodymelanist · 3 years ago

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One Thousand Followers Celebration

okay I’m honestly kind of shook that we’re even here but thank you to everyone who’s a part of our little corner of the fandom. I love you all so so much and I’m so happy to be here ❤️ most people requested something cute and fluffy so here’s Cassian being drunk and and Nesta comes to get him. I hope you all enjoy!! 💘💘💘

feel free to read it on AO3 here too!

word count: 2975

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Nesta was halfway through her latest read when her phone started buzzing incessantly. It was just getting to the good part, where the main couple started to realize maybe there was something more between them than burning hatred, and she didn’t want to put it down. Frankly, it reminded her of her own love story, but she’d never admit that to anyone out loud.

She was forced to look away when her phone was vibrating so constantly with texts she thought someone was calling her. Sighing, she reached for her phone, unlocking it only to see her husband had sent her almost twenty messages.

Cassian, 11:52 PM

Nesta

Nes

I love yiu sooooo muche

Youe so pretty

I weish u were here

everyons laufghint at me but i miss u

wyd

nesssssssssss

are u ignoringme for a book agwain

Swethearft<3

did i tell u i luv u td

wait its ok I ddid

i want a kiss when i see u ok

The remaining messages were a jumble of Spanish and English words mixed together, and while she had a working knowledge of Spanish, she didn’t know it well enough to even attempt to decipher what he was trying to tell her. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as she read through them all, affection blooming in her chest for her favorite person in the world.

Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel had gone out to their favorite bar for guys night, and Cassian was clearly drunk off his ass. It was really hard to keep a straight face with him normally, but when he was drunk, she thought it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.

Nesta, 12:01 AM

I love you too, you big goofball

I’ll give you a kiss and a hug when I see you how’s that

Her phone was ringing within seconds, a picture of Cassian filling her screen before she answered.

“Hello?” she said, marking her page with a bookmark before closing it.

“Nesta!” Cassian exclaimed. She had to pull her phone from her ear for a moment, but she smiled again anyways.

“Hi, Cassian,” she replied, trying not to laugh. He was just so cute. “Are you having a good time?”

“Leave me alone, I’m talking to my wife,” he said, his voice sounding slightly further away. He must have been talking to Rhys or Azriel, but the way referred to her made her want to melt. They’d been together for years and married for just over one, but it still sent a thrill through her to hear him claim her out loud.

“Nes?” he said, his voice back to normal volume.

“I’m here,” she said, getting off the bed to begin looking for her shoes. He normally called her and started getting ridiculously affectionate when it was getting close for him to come home, so it was only a matter of time before he asked her to come get him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for my shoes,” she replied, spotting her boots on the floor. Leaning her phone against her ear, she bent down and put them on over her leggings before walking back to her dresser.

“Are you coming to find me?” he asked. She couldn’t help but smile at how excited he sounded by the prospect.

“Yes, baby.” Nesta hit speaker and put the phone down on their dresser as she took off the oversized shirt that she’d borrowed from him, slid a sports bra on, and put on a plain tee shirt over it.

“Oh thank God,” he said, and then dropped his voice to a loud whisper. “You’re much more fun than the dumbasses I’m with.”

She’d opened her mouth to reply, but then Cassian began talking to someone else nearby. “Tarquin! Fancy seeing you here! Are you still mad about your windows? Nes, I gotta go. Love you.”

It was a cool September evening, so Nesta grabbed a denim jacket before throwing her hair up into a bun and leaving their apartment. Once she got to her car, it was a short fifteen minutes to get to The Sidra. Thankfully there was ample street parking around the corner, and the bouncer let her in with a quick flash of her ID.

Nesta walked inside, spotting her husband and his friends immediately. They took up a ridiculous amount of space in one of the booths, and she couldn’t resist smiling as Cassian visibly brightened by her appearance.

“Nesta!” he shouted, grinning widely as she got closer. So much for subtlety, she supposed. She offered repeated apologies as she walked over to where he was sitting, but thankfully most of the people there seemed to think his behavior was too cute to be a serious nuisance.

Once she was next to the side of the booth he was sitting on, he pulled her in for a hug, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and laying his head on her chest.

“Cassian,” she said at a normal volume, endlessly amused as he snuggled into her. She leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head before turning to greet Rhys and Azriel, both of whom looked seconds away from breaking out laughing.

“Don’t you dare,” she told them, tightening her arms around Cassian as she gave his friends a look. They both hold their hands up in surrender, Azriel raising his beer at her before turning back to Rhys.

“I missed you,” Cassian said against her chest, his voice muffled. “So much.”

“Every minute without you was excruciating,” Nesta said, playing along. He looked up at her with a pout.

“Stop teasing me,” he told her. He was frowning slightly now. “I did miss you a lot, you know.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute like this, it’s hard not to tease you a little bit.”

“Not as cute as you.” Cassian smiled up at her, pleased with himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes good-naturedly and let him tug her into his lap.

“Sorry to crash your guys’ night,” she said to Rhys and Azriel now that she was facing them.

“He’s not as much fun when he gets like this anyway,” Azriel replied, chuckling. “In his old age, he’s turned into a sappy drunk.”

“Hey! We’re the same age!” Cassian protested from behind her, tightening his grip around her waist. Azriel and Cassian had both turned thirty earlier this year, while Rhys’ birthday wasn’t until November. Nesta had turned twenty-eight back in April.

“Good thing I like sappy drunks,” she said, twisting around to face him. He gave his friends a smug look as she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, his stubble scratching her face in a way she loved.

“You two are the worst,” Rhys groaned.

“Like you and my sister are any better,” Nesta shot back as she turned around. Feyre and Rhys had been together since their college days and had tied the knot once they’d both graduated.

“Speaking of her, I’d love to get back home to her,” he replied. He pulled out his phone and began texting, and Nesta guessed he was asking if she was still awake.

“I guess that’s it then, huh?” Azriel asked, raising an eyebrow at Nesta.

“I’m sure Gwyn is dying to see you too,” she teased, smiling softly at him. She and Emerie had colluded with Cassian and Rhys to set the pair up on a blind date last year, and everyone had been thrilled when they’d agreed to keep seeing each other.

“She has a performance tomorrow, so she’s probably already asleep,” Azriel answered, raising a hand to catch the closest server’s attention.

“I told you my wife was hot as fuck,” Cassian said suddenly, shifting to point wildly at Nesta as their server – a young woman named Nuala – came by to bring them the check.

“I’m thrilled,” she replied dryly, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Nesta. “He hasn’t shut up about you for the last half an hour, you know. Thank God he wasn’t making you up.”

“Thanks,” Nesta said, her lips twitching from trying to hold in her laughter. Rhys put down his card to pay for all of them, waving off Cassian and Azriel’s attempts to give him money for their share of the check. Within a few minutes, the four of them were getting out of their booth and beginning the walk to the exit.

Cassian immediately went for Nesta’s hand, intertwining their fingers before bringing their hands to his mouth so he could kiss the back of hers.

“That is so unhygienic,” she said, exasperated. “I haven’t washed my hands since I left our place.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, grinning at her. He kissed the back of her hand one more time before lowering their hands to swing them between the two of them as they kept walking.

“Who’s that guy glaring at you?” Nesta asked, noticing a tall Black guy staring Cassian down from a booth near the door. He had silver curls that stood out brightly against his dark skin, but he couldn’t have been much older than any of them. It had to have been natural, since his eyebrows and lashes were the same color.

“Oh, that’s Tarquin,” he replied, waving at Tarquin with a sheepish grin from where they stood. Tarquin flipped him off before turning back to his companions, who both shared the same dark skin and silvery hair.

“Why is he glaring at you? Do I need to talk to him?” Nesta asked, frowning. She was the only one allowed to glare at her husband like that.

“No sweetheart, it’s fine,” Cassian replied, laughing as they walked by the table. “It’s our inside joke. He threw a party senior year of college and I might have gotten drunk and broken a few windows in his house.”

“You what? Cassian, that’s not an inside joke.”

“It’s fine, Nes. I paid him back for it, but his parents were pissed. I’m banned from his neighborhood, actually.”

“That is not fine.”

“I might be drunk, but I know when I’m right,” Cassian said, just before walking right into the door. Azriel had accidentally let it swing behind him and Cassian hadn’t grabbed it in time, and it got him right in the face.

Nesta burst out laughing before she clapped her free hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. Are you okay?”

“The love of my life just laughed at my pain,” he whined, yanking open the door. Azriel and Rhys were absolutely losing it on the other side, making it hard for Nesta to keep her composure in solidarity with Cassian.

“Let me see it,” she said once they were outside. Cassian had pressed his hand to the side of his face, but Nesta got him to move it with her free one. His cheek was red from the impact, but she was sure it’d be fine with some ice once they got back to their place.

“It’s not so bad,” she reassured him. It was hard to keep a straight face with his friends – mostly Rhys – still howling in the background, but she got on her toes to give him a kiss on his face.

“It still hurts,” he said, pouting at her. “Can I get another kiss?”

“You big baby,” she said, but she leaned in and kissed his cheek again. “That’s all you’re getting. When we get home, I’m putting ice on that.”

“I love it when you boss me around,” he said dreamily, letting her tug him past his friends. “It does things to me.”

“Please take him home,” Rhys called from behind them. Nesta flipped him off before Cassian could, earning another wide grin from him as they walked towards her car.

“Thanks for the best thing I’ve ever seen!” Azriel added, both of their laughter fading the farther Nesta and Cassian walked.

“They’re so mean,” Cassian grumbled as she dug into her pocket for the keys.

“You want me to yell at them? Hurt their feelings a little?” she offered, unlocking the doors.

“No,” he said, pouting again. He got into the passenger seat as Nesta walked around to the driver’s side, and he immediately reached for her hand once she sat down.

“I’d do it if you wanted me to,” she told him, shooting him an amused look before starting the car.

“Maybe a real kiss would make me feel better,” he suggested, leaning towards her and puckering his lips.

Nesta leaned in and brushed her lips against his, but he wasn’t having it. He cupped the back of her head as he deepened their kiss, warming her up inside from the cool September air.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Nesta said, pulling away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. He huffed and pouted but thankfully put his seatbelt on.

It was a quick ride back to their building, and thankfully Cassian managed not to walk into any more doors on their way upstairs. He wrapped his arm around her as they got off the elevator, which Nesta thought was as much for balance as it was to hold her close.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” he said once they were back in their apartment. He immediately walked into the bedroom and flopped on their bed, somehow managing not to knock anything over or hit Nesta’s book.

“You’re welcome,” Nesta said back, taking the time to take off her jacket and shoes before walking to the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas. She wrapped it in a paper towel before coming to lay next to him, taking down her bun so that her hair was down around her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, turning to look at her. His eyes lit up when he noticed her hair was down, and he reached over to play with it. She handed him the peas instead, making sure he pressed them to the side of his face.

“I thought I knew all your secrets,” she whispered back, smiling softly as she indulged him. She loved that she was the one who got to see him like this, that she was the first person he saw in the mornings and the last person he saw when he closed his eyes at night.

“You do,” he confirmed, pulling the peas away to smile at her. She gave him a disapproving look and he quickly put them back before continuing. “I love nights like these.”

“Why’s that?” she asked. She reached out to brush some of his loose waves away from his face so they didn’t get in the way of the peas.

“I never thought I would be as happy as I am right now,” Cassian said seriously. His other eye was blocked from the position of the peas, so Nesta just held the gaze of the one she could see as he moved his hand to cup her face.

Sometimes he would say things like this that made her feel like her heart was going to burst from how sweet he was. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifted closer to her, and Nesta inhaled deeply at the lingering scent of his cologne. “I remember when you wouldn’t even say my name out loud. Now you’re here with me and my peas.”

She laughed before answering. “It was the peas that really sold me, you know. I should have written them into my vows.”

“And you’re telling jokes? Tonight must be my lucky night.”

“Shut up before I take the peas from you, Cassian.”

“You love me too much to do that, Nes.”

“Stop using my love for you against me. It’s unfair and you know it.”

“Never,” he said, running his thumb across her cheek. “I love you too much not to use every advantage I can get.”

“I taught you too well,” she said, smiling softly at him. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She turned to kiss his palm, as unhygienic as it was, and then got up and started changing into pajamas. He groaned as he rolled off the bed, stretching as he stood up to reveal a strip of golden-brown skin at his abdomen before walking towards their bathroom.

Nesta joined him to brush her teeth in another one of his oversized shirts and no pants. He finished first, squeezing her hip as he walked by her and went back into their bedroom. She quickly brushed through her hair and pulled it into a loose braid for sleep before turning off the light.

Cassian was waiting for her under the covers, laughing as he examined the back of her book. “Is there smut in this one?”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing it from him. “You’re insufferable.”

“That’s a yes, then,” he said, grinning. She turned the lights off and put the book on her nightstand before she slid under the covers, snuggling up next to him anyway.

“I’ll let you know when I get to the juicy parts,” she grumbled eventually. He laughed under his breath, pulling her tighter against him as he maneuvered them so her back was to his chest as usual. His heart was beating its usual steady rhythm against her, a familiar baseline that let her know she was safe and everything was right in the world as long as she could curl up next to him every night.

“I love you,” she whispered, not sure if he was asleep yet. He could fall asleep anywhere, and ridiculously quickly at that; she wasn’t too proud to admit she was jealous.

“I love you, too,” he replied, tangling their legs together.

It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep after that.

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