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everybodyshusband · 1 year ago

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this is technically a request fill for a couple of anons but turned into what's basically a vent fic, so i didn't feel comfortable wasting your requests on it. to those anons, your requests will be filled properly at some point, i promise.

cw for self-hatred, and desires of self-harm and suicidal thoughts while regressed. please also be aware that there is one line where rain considers killing an animal because he's so angry. this work is not suitable for regressed kiddos or littles.

but ! without further ado, 2.2k words of rain trying to hide his regression from dew and having a breakdown about it under the cut.

“Rain?”

The water ghoul looks up from his bass at the sound of Dewdrop’s voice, carefully schooling his expression into something typical of how he acts when he isn’t regressed; when he’s normal, his brain unhelpfully supplies. He clears his throat, giving himself a little more time to prepare himself for the conversation ahead. “Hey, sundew. What’s up?”

The words come out easier than he expected them to, but it still feels so wrong. He’s not supposed to talk like that, he’s not supposed to direct the conversation. He’s supposed to crawl into Dewdrop’s arms and let himself be held and loved, but he can’t. Can’t, because he has so much to do today. Has so many assigned duties on top of everything else he’s wanted to get done all week. He can’t focus on any of it if he’s regressed, so if he pretends to be fine—to be normal—then maybe he’ll be able to do what he needs to.

He’s jolted out of his head by Dewdrop’s voice. “Want a practice partner? I– I’m kinda struggling with some of the solos…”

The hesitation in the fire ghoul’s tone immediately sets Rain on edge. Dewdrop needs comforting, he thinks, but that’s not something the water ghoul is able to do when he’s regressed; not well, at least. Still, Rain tries. He smiles what he hopes is a regular, reassuring smile and reaches an arm out, ushering Dewdrop to sit down next to him. The gestures come to him easily. It’s a relief, but he can’t help the small voice in the back of his mind telling him the reason he’s able to pretend to be normal is because he pretends to be regressed.

(Which isn’t true. He knows it’s not. It’s proven by night curled up in Swiss’ arms, unable to murmur even a single word because he’s just too small to do anything else. By all the times he hasn’t been able to function without someone holding his hand, guiding him through the day. Alas, it’s never been something he can stop thinking. That he’s a fraud; so desperate for the attention of his packmates that he’s resorted to lying, deceiving them, in order to gain a shred of affection, a kind word here and there.)

The fire ghoul grins happily and sets himself up quickly, eyeing the music on Rain’s stand to gauge where he should flip to in his own music. “Rats, eh?”

“Mhmm, wa– Rats.” He turns away from Dewdrop, cheeks burning as he clears his throat and attempts to brush the slip off as something catching in his throat. “Good bassline. Hard when you haven’t played it in months, though.”

Dewdrop hums in agreement. “Mmm, I can imagine.” He fidgets with the tuning pegs, tilting his head in Rain’s direction, silently asking for a note to match. Rain obliges. “D’you wanna start from the start, or…?”

“Start’s fine,” Rain smiles. He knows the start best, he’ll be able to do it, he’s sure. He can ignore the brain fog. He can pretend. For Dewdrop, he can pretend. The fire ghoul seemed insecure and burdened enough when he asked to run through the solos. He doesn’t need Rain’s regressed headspace making anything more difficult for him. “Uhm…” he begins, unsure; failing already. “B– Backing track?” He stutters on the B and the K is over pronounced in compensation of his difficulty with the letter, but Dewdrop understands—and more importantly, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I think we’ll be fine, right, Rainy?” He turns to smile at the water ghoul, eyes so soft and gentle, but there’s something underneath his tone that makes Rain fumble his bass.

“W– Why are you calling me ‘Rainy’ like that? You only say it like that when I’m… small.”

Dewdrop’s smile falters slightly, but his eyes remain warm. Kind. “Well, you can tell me if I’m wrong, but I thought you might’ve been feeling a bit small, love. Am I right?”

Rain readjusts his bass on his hip, refusing to meet Dewdrop’s eyes. “N– No… I– I feel fine,” he lies. “Normal. ‘M good. Promise.” He knows Dewdrop doesn’t believe him, but he can’t help but hope that maybe he’s convinced the fire ghoul. After all, Dewdrop has things to do today as well. He can’t blow off a whole day just to help Rain. Rain can’t ask him to do that.

“Are you sure, puddle? You’re not just telling me that because you feel bad about being small?”

“...Oh. Uhm… N– No?” Rain does his best to sound convincing but he knows there’s no persuading Dewdrop now, not when he already knows.

Dewdrop fixes him with a look, still adoring, but stern. “It’s not nice to lie, my love.”

And just like that, Rain’s facade crumbles.

His eyes fill with tears as he curls in on himself, hugging his bass tightly to his body. “I– I’m sorry, Dewy,” he cries. “I– I didn’ mean to! I’m sorry sorry, I’m really, very sorry. I didn’ mean to lie, ‘m sorry!”

He rocks back and forth, doing his best to self-soothe but it’s not working. He doesn’t know how to calm down. Doesn’t really know why his reaction to Dewdrop’s gentle chiding is a breakdown. He knows the fire ghoul was only trying to nudge him out of his pretences but he can’t help but listen to the voice in his head that whispers softly, cruelly.

He hates you for lying to him. He’s never going to talk to you again.

You got too comfortable with him. Shared too much. He doesn’t want to take care of you. He only does it to have an excuse to tell you what you’re doing wrong.

Such a burden to him. To the pack. Why can’t you just stop regressing? Just stop it. Stop being so small. Stop being so fucking weak.

He lets out a panicked yelp when Dewdrop reaches out to comfort him. “Nuh uh! Don’t touch me. I– I don’ deserve it.”

“Wh–” Dewdrop flounders.

That means it’s true; Rain doesn’t deserve it. He curls in on himself even further; he shouldn’t have said anything. Should have kept it to himself. Should have left the room the second Dewdrop entered it. Should have thought about someone other than himself and his own pathetic, useless needs for once.

“What makes you think that, Rainy?”

“Liar get punish,” he parrots as accurately as he can manage. “Only good boy get to be touch.”

“Oh, love…” Dewdrop sounds so disappointed. Rain braces himself for the inevitable. “That’s our rule for when you’re big and we, uhh…” He trails off, clearly unsure of how to phrase what he needs to say. Rain wishes he could rid the fog from his head enough to be able to reassure Dewdrop that he’s okay; it was just a slip of his mouth that made him say that, it’s not what he really thinks. But if he says that, it’s only fuelling the fire, and he’ll be punished more for lying; he’ll punish himself for lying. “Look, Rainy, love,” the fire ghoul tries again. “My point is that those rules don’t apply to you right now. They’re only there for when you’re big and we have our… Our special playtimes, yeah?” Dewdrop cringes at the words special playtimes and Rain knows exactly why; the phrase sounds so forced. He hates that Dewdrop feels the need to mince his words around Rain when he’s like this, as if the water ghoul doesn’t retain his understanding of the world and his own life when he regresses.

“You– You don’ like special playtime?” Rain’s goading Dewdrop into giving him an answer that he’ll hate, that will make him feel worse, he knows he is. But as long as the fire ghoul doesn’t notice, Rain doesn’t care. He deserves to feel bad, he knows that much. But he doesn’t feel bad enough, and it’s going to be hard to sink himself down to the level of bad that he deserves with Dewdrop watching his every move.

“No, no, Rainy,” he disagrees quickly. Too quickly, Rain thinks. “I love our special playtimes. I love them a lot, I promise. But… I don’t think this is something we should be talking about when you’re little, okay? We can talk about it when you’re big again if you want to, though.”

“O– Okay…” Rain’s heart sinks. It’s always like this. The very nature of their ghoul pack results in him being left out of most things when he’s little. Sometimes he doesn’t mind, and he’s more than content to sit with one of his packmates and fill some colouring sheets with bright pencil markings or curl up in their arms and drift off to sleep. But other times? His pack’s refusal to include him in certain activities or conversations feels less like protection and more like a poor disguise of their hatred of him, of their unwillingness to involve him in pack affairs. He understands, really, he does. He knows that when he’s regressed, there are things he shouldn’t be exposed to. Knows that when his pack are frustrated with him, he’s rarely the one at fault, just the one unlucky enough to bear the brunt of their frustration, no matter how much they try to hide it for his sake. But he also knows that the pack’s exclusion of him is because they don’t like him. Don’t enjoy his presence in any of the forms it takes. Don’t care about him enough to hide their annoyance, despite knowing their frustration directed at him can cause him to spiral so intensely that he barely remembers the rest of the day. He knows all of this, but nothing makes it hurt any less.

If he were in a better state of mind, he might reach out to Dewdrop and ask to be held for a while. Might sob and scream and cry until there aren’t any tears left but it would be okay, because he’d be safe in the fire ghoul’s arms. As it is, he can’t. He tells himself he doesn’t want to, which is true, in part. There’s a part of him desperately fighting to run away from Dewdrop, to refuse to ask for comfort, to never be a burden, never show weakness because otherwise he won’t love you anymore and you’ll be all alone all over again. The other part longs for comfort, regardless of the negative impact he knows it will have on his relationship with Dewdrop. He wants to be held, wants to be reassured that it’s okay to cry, that it’s okay because Dewdrop’s got him and he’s never letting go, never leaving. And so, he finds himself at an impasse and so angry at himself that he wants to punch something. Scream. Break his arm. Kill one of Copia’s rats. Kill himself.

The only benefit to being regressed that he can think of right now is that if he screams, no one bats an eye; all too accustomed to toddlers throwing tantrums that they don’t seem to care. And so when Dewdrop tentatively reaches an arm out, testing the waters to see whether Rain is ready for touch, the water ghoul screams. And he does it properly.

He doesn’t know how long he screams for before stopping, but once he stops, his throat is raw and aching in the silence of the room. He’s curled in on himself on the floor—bass discarded somewhere off to the side, hopefully in one piece—surrounded by pleasant warmth and pressure. Slowly, he realises that he’s wrapped up in Dewdrop’s embrace, and he begins to panic all over again, throat refusing to make another sound dispute his frantic attempts.

A warm hand cards through his hair, soft voice shushing him gently. “If you really want me to let go, Rainy, I will,” Dewdrop reassures him. “But I don’t want to let go, love. I want to help you, and I don’t want to leave you alone like this, okay?”

Rain turns his head and buries himself against Dewdrop’s chest, sobbing quietly. His emotional regulation for the day has been used up, and he knows that any and all emotions he feels for the rest of the day—or week, probably—will be on full display for everyone to see, no matter how much he wants to hide them. He finds himself nodding along to the fire ghoul’s words without his own brain’s permission. It’s impossible to deny for any longer that he wants comfort—he needs it so desperately it may as well be oxygen at this point—but he can’t bring himself to ask for it. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, and he knows that he’ll only feel worse later as a result of talking to Dewdrop and receiving his love and affections, but for now, that’s a problem for future Rain. Right now, all he really cares about is curling up in Dewdrop’s arms and soaking in the gentle comfort that the fire ghoul seems to be so good at providing him when he’s like this.

He doesn’t feel better about it, and he knows he’s not going to. To be honest, he doesn’t even want to try to feel better about it. But now that he’s here, he’ll accept the comfort of gentle caresses and chaste forehead kisses that Dewdrop seems intent on gifting to him. He’ll work on not feeling even worse about the fire ghoul’s affections another time.

#scheduled post.#rain sure does have Symptoms Disorder #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #regressed ghouls #husband writes #<<< i think it's long enough to go under that tag #projecting onto rain ghoul is my favourite hobby actually :')#please be kind lol #vent fic

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outro-jo · 2 years ago

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pairing: johnny suh x reader (fem)

type: blurb

summary: you overhear a cute conversation between your husband and daughter

warning: dad au (cringe), i actually assigned a gender to reader and child (double cringe), domestic fluff 🤢

a/n: i wrote this purely for my johfam bestie to hurt her feelings 😌 also johnny at the end is joking. our king isn’t that insecure (pls don’t request dad aus lol)

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“ow!” you heard from down the hall shortly followed by a, “quit pulling!”

“i’m not pulling. now, sit still.” you heard the much deeper voice respond. “you’re worse than your mother.” he mumbled.

you made a mental note to get him later for that as you made your way down the hallway, resting on the doorframe when you reached the bathroom door.

“are you excited for school?” johnny asked the little one sitting in the bathroom sink.

“no,” she said in a tiny pout as she played with the doll in her hands. her lips looking too much like her fathers when he gives you the same pout.

johnny sighed affectionately, “and why is that?”

“what if the other kids don’t like me? what if they all say i’m weird like uncle haechan?”

you had to stifle a laugh as to not draw attention but johnny didn’t hold back. he threw his head back and laughed loudly.

“baby, i can promise you, as weird as your uncle haechan is, he has a lot of friends and people that love him.” he had finished with her hair and leaned down to look her in the eyes. “you are beautiful and smart and funny and you have all the best qualities i know will get you a lot of friends.”

the little girl gave her father a toothy grin before reaching up to hug his neck.

“isn’t that right, mommy?” johnny asked, startling you. he was always doing that. it’s like he had a sixth sense about when you were in the room.

“yes, sweet girl.” you smiled at her, walking over. “i know you’ll have a great time and make lots of friends and eat yummy snacks and play on the playground and all the fun things that come along with school. i bet you’ll even be excited to the day after.”

“ok…” she said, retreating back into her head in thought. “but i don’t wanna be like *older sister*. she’s too boring. she likes to read too much.”

“you can thank your mom for that one, kiddo.” johnny teased, earning a slap to his rib cage.

“baby girl, you are gonna go and be you, which is perfect.” you kissed her nose lightly.

“i love you, mommy.”

your heart soared as the reached up to hug you this time. you lived for these kinds of moments as a mom, knowing once she hit the teenage years like her older sister is about to, these moments will be few and far between.

“uhm, what about me?” johnny feigned annoyance.

“love you too, dad.” she said nonchalantly as she hopped down off the bathroom counter and ran off.

johnny stood stunned with his jaw agape and you nearly doubled over in laughter. he raised a hand to his chest continuing his charade.

“maybe she should be more like her uncle haechan. at least he loves me.”

you pat his shoulder as you turn to leave. “keep tellin yourself that, babe.”

“ok, but you love me, right?!?”

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alexenglish · 11 months ago

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I remember a few years ago there was a conversation about young parenthood on your blog and I found it really refreshing, especially since it's hard to hear about queer parenting in the first place unless you're actively seeking those stories out. Feel free to ignore, but how did you ever find the courage to navigate life as a queer young parent in an increasingly cis-centric world, and, if I can ask, what have been some unexpected positives about it (or positives you didn't think would happen but happened). (Sorry this is so formal, lol, I don't know whats up with me)

honestly, i have such a strong set of beliefs that i am compelled to parent in a way that is authentic to those beliefs, how i experience the world, and my own identity so it's less about courage and more about me being insufferable and correct and knowing what matters lmao

i do have the immense privilege of an incredible support system. even if the outside world is telling my kiddo that unicorns are for girls and boys shouldn't be sensitive, everyone who has a hand in raising him has a lot of the same fundamentals to teach him from. they either completely understand where i'm coming from when it comes to teaching him certain things/allowing him to express himself in certain ways, firmly believe those things themselves, or are willing to try to understand when it's something important. not having to defend myself to those close to me goes a long way. we are undoubtedly safe and comfortable and, most importantly, consistent. i don't have anyone close to him undermining us and telling him he can't cry or can't wear his hair long or that there are only two genders.

the most unexpected positive for me is talking to other parents who want to do what i do but don't really have a blueprint for it. a lot of people raise their kids like they were raised and parrot a lot of stuff their parents said and don't even realize that it doesn't align with what they actually believe or the values they want to teach their kids! they're just adhering to a script and they don't know they can go off it and make a generational change. i love having casual conversations with parents where i can refute the script and make them kind of light up in epiphany. and it's funny because it's not like i know jack shit either! we're all just learning! but sometimes what i think is obvious isn't to them and when we talk about it, it shifts their perspective. it's fun to be the person that makes them think more deliberately about how they're parenting!

anyway idk parenting is SUPER weird and it's a little bit of a landmine because it's a very sensitive subject for a lot of people, but it's between your family and your little and that's the framework that matters most. the work you're putting in at home. what you believe. what they believe. encouraging them to draw their own conclusions. we've personally done a lot of 'if you like it, that's what matters' work in the last couple of years because the kids at school telling him boys shouldn't like unicorns and he shouldn't paint his nails and pink is stupid, and while we're working on how important it is to deconstruct misogynistic thinking, he also has to has the confidence in himself and his interests outside of what his peers think of them and it's my responsibility to give him that confidence.

uhm honestly i'm not sure if that was the answer you were looking for, but thanks for asking. i really love talking about parent shit.

#mic check #anonymoose #parent tag

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live-from-flaturn · 2 years ago

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Brothers in Arms

partially inspired by a conversation with @shouyo-yo

Wordcount: 435

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“Hey, P’Kinn,” Chay approaches his brother-in-law and grins with disarming sweetness. “Can I have this?”

This happens to be a small Sig Sauer pistol with the safety engaged. Kinn’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly, throat bobbing. “Uhm…”

His first instinct is obviously to think: What would Porsche say? What would Porsche want me to do?

Because Chay is Porsche’s younger brother, and Kinn’s partner is fiercely protective of his family. But Kinn also understands that Chay has grown up in a violent environment, surrounded by people who were (and are) constantly trying to hurt him or the people he loves. Surely Porchay knows how to handle small arms just as well as Porsche. He’s already been nineteen for three months. He’s an adult.

Plus Chay has been hanging around Kim for who knows how long (really, who knows? Kinn would also like to know, please and thank you), and Kim is a walking armory most of the time. Popstar alter-ego or no.

Chay’s chirpy voice interrupts his thoughts: “P’Kinn?”

“Oh, right. Uh, sure… Kiddo?”

“Eeee! You’re so awesome! Thanks P’Kinn, you’re the coolest!” Chay does a few cheesy poses with the Sig, probably trying his best to channel James Bond or… Or that guy from Mission Impossible, whatever his name is. Kinn’s head snaps up when Chay speaks again, “Hey! Do I look like a superspy?”

He does one more goofy movie-poster-adjacent pose and then, without pausing to hear Kinn’s answer, spins on his heel and makes for the door.

“I’m going to show P’Kim how cool I look. Thanks again, Phi!”

“Yeah. Alrighty, then. Go get 'em… uh, tiger.”

Luckily, Porchay is already well out of earshot. Relieved, Kinn says a quick prayer of thanks for being saved from the embarrassment of anyone hearing such an awkward farewell.

As he passes through the foyer a few moments later, Kinn hears Kim’s raised voice filtering from just outside the Compound’s the main door: “Angel, are you carrying a gun? Like a real, operational gun?”

“Yeah! P’Kinn said I could have it!”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“Why?!”

“Because… I asked?”

“Can I have it, babe?”

“No! It’s mine!”

Chay giggles to punctuate his declaration, and the sound sends chills directly down Kinn’s spine.

He’s been the sole head of the Main Family for over a year now, and before that he’d seen his Papa’s handiwork up-close and personal. But something about Chay’s laughter, just a hair to the wrong side of cutesy, has his blood running colder than ice-floes in his veins.

Well this kid is perfect for Kim, obviously. They’re probably soulmates meeting again for another lifetime together. His romantic thoughts are interrupted by a not-too-distant shout.

“Hey! Kinn!”

Time to become scarce.

#kimchay #kinnporsche ficlet #kinnporsche the series #kinn and porchay bonding time #kinn and chay are Learning #kinn is mostly getting nervous #kinn being awkward around teenagers my beloved #guns #gun tw #chay is a shit stirrer #chaos chay #porchay being chaotic #crackfic #ficlet

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silly-ness · 2 years ago

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Pokémon story pt.3

After what felt like forever, we finally left the building and went to my favorite diner, Trinity. Their pancakes and bacon were holy, and definitely fit for royalty. Maybe I could get magmar or something to get steal the recipe.

Marie looked uncomfortable, like something bad had happened here before and it brought up bad memories.

“You alright kiddo?”

“I’m 24! And plus it just looks a bit strange. I’m from Kanto. Not used to seeing restaurants like this.” He couldn’t blame the guy, different places have different kinds of restaurants. Things are bound to be weird for some people.

They walk in to trinity and the place is just wonderful. It felt like your grandmas kitchen after she makes some fresh food. It looks like someone had a bunch of plants outside but had to bring them in during a rainstorm. Fuoco couldn’t smell, so he had no idea how that felt like. But he could see Marie’s eyes light up in excitement.Fuoco probably had a similar face, as the diner was flawless.

The waiters immediately recognized him as he comes here almost every other day. They could probably read his mind at this point, as he usually gets the same thing - as he wasn’t the biggest fan on change- and this time was no different. He loved their Bacon and waffles covered in chocolate and fruits. And you can’t forget the bacon and coffee.

Hanna (A waitress who normally serves her) moves us out of the way to the table. She was a nice person, very patient and kind. She was Fuocos favorite. When he looked around a bit, he couldn’t help but wonder. I wonder what Marie likes. Meh, it would be weird to ask, and he bet that Marie would just order what she liked anyways.

“Can I get drinks for you guys?” Fuoco almost forgot Hanna was there. She was quite short after all, and if he’s being honest not the loudest that worked here. She looked at me knowingly and quickly wrote something down with a smile on her face. Her Spritzee was twirling around her in excitement as she always does. It always made him smile.

“Uhm.. do you have any green tea?” Marie asked this a lot quieter then they usually talk. It was a bit funny to see them so shy -so far, they carried themselves as a very confident person who know what they’re doing. Also, Green tea? Gross.

Hanna gave her usual bright smile and responded with a nod. Marie smiled in response, and Hanna quickly asked

“Is that all for drinks?”

“No, that’s it,” both me and Marie say in unison. That was always a fun experience, thinking what other people are thinking about. It was always a silly experience.

He quickly drew his attention to the window as soon as hanna left. He wasn’t good with starting conversations, especially people he just met. He only managed to ask them to come with him because he was in a safe space for him. Now he’s in his favorite seat in his favorite diner in public across from a person he’s never met before.

It was a warm, bright sunny day. air was the middle of April after all. Many people were out in the streets walking with family or friends. Kids were in the playground and cars were driving. He loved this town, and he never planned on leaving for a long time. This was his home, and he could probably name almost everyone living in this town.

He was quickly brought back into reality when he heard a sudden voice.

“What’s your name again?”

#pokemon story #pokemon #story idea #storytelling #i got bored okay #😐#your welcome

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roonyxx · 2 years ago

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Upon a Hill: Chapter 6

Summary: What happens when the new hot guy, Dean Winchester, shows interest in you?

Warnings: smut, shy reader, virgin reader, lanuage, tension, fluff, p in v!

Pairings: high school: Teen!Dean x plus!sized!reader

Wordcount: 2800

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Part 6

Several days had passed and you and Dean only grew closer to each other.

You went back to school two days after your first date with Dean. He got detention of course, but just one evening, which was not that much considering he did punch Zack in the hospital.

Your uncle, and apparently many other parents, had called the school to complain about Zack’s unacceptable behavior. The school promised he would never set foot on the property again.

An immense relief for you.

So here you were, in your room, doubting if you should wear your beanie with your dress or not. You had your second date tonight, he asked you out for real this time. Even asked your uncle if it was okay?!

He said to wear something nice and comfortable.

Your black dress floated to just above your knees. The dress had a little bit of a cleavage, it really made your boobs look nice, but because you don’t like to feel so open, the cleavage part was made of a black sheer. You liked this dress, but you were never confident enough to wear it. Your sleeves were lose and also had some sheer in it.

You finished your cat eye make-up and decided to wear your beanie, you could always take it off later. You pulled on your converses and went down the stairs.

“Oh wow Y/n, you look pretty.” Your uncle said from the couch.

You gave him a sweet smile “Thanks Uncle Joe.” You sat down next to him, fiddling with your hands.

Fuck you were nervous, what if he didn’t like the dress? Maybe you looked foolish. Oh no what if you’re overdressed ?

“Uhm Y/n we have to talk.” your uncle said as he sat up.

“Yeah ?” you turned to him, a little glad to distract your mind.

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat “I know that you’re old enough and all, but I also know what that means.”

You frowned, “What what means ?”

He took a deep sigh, “When a boy and a girl like each other they tend to do… activities together…”

“Activiti- OOH, oh no… this isn’t THE talk right ?” uncle Joe was the last person you wanted to talk about that!

“You need to be careful, even if he doesn’t want to use a con-“

You cut him off before it became too awkward “WOAH okay” an awkward chuckle left your mouth as you stood up.

“Please stop, you don’t have to tell me, I know. Please, before you scar me for life.”

He exhaled “Oh God, good. I’m sorry kiddo, I just want you to be careful okay ?”

You nodded, “Don’t worry I always am.” Your eyes widened as he tilted his head, “I-I mean not that I had to be before, I just mean that I’m not stupid! I just am always careful as I am with everything in life.” You were rambling but the doorbell saved you.

“Oh thank god… Bye Joe!” you rushed to the door to open it and saw Dean Winchester before you, wearing a slightly too big suit and some flowers. He looked so handsome.

“Oh woah Y/n…” he looked you up and down, biting his lip, “You look absolutely gorgeous…”

Your cheeks heated up, “You’re one to say look at you, you’re like a damn model.” you smiled as you saw the blush creep over his face, he looked adorable.

He handed you the flowers. “Thank you De, let me put them in some water and then we can go.”

You took the flowers to the kitchen as Dean waited in your hall.

“Evening Dean.” You heard your uncle say.

“Evening sir.” Dean shook his hand. “Thank you for letting me take Y/n out tonight.”

Your uncle just hummed, “Dean, come with me for a second.” He planted his hand on Dean’s shoulder and walked to the other room with him. Oh no this couldn’t be good. You hid behind the corner to listen in.

“Dean, I like you, really I do. But if you hurt my Y/n… I will hurt you.” You rolled your eyes at his words, it’s really none of his business! And you were about to tell him but his next words stopped you.

“She has been through so much already…” you could hear the sorrow in his voice, he shouldn’t have said that. It’s not his story to tell.

“I won’t sir, I promise.” Dean said.

You cleared your throat and rounded the corner.

“Everything okay here ?” you asked the men.

“Yeah, everything’s good. Have fun kids.” Joe said as Dean stepped towards you and took your hand to lead you out the door and to his car.

“Bye Joe!” you yelled just before you got in.

Dean waved at him as you two drove off. Dean put his hand on your thigh and you slid closer, intertwining your hand with his.

“Where are we going De ?”

“To our spot.” He said with a wide smile. “I arranged something special.”

The butterflies in your stomach were raging. You wondered if he felt it too…

Arriving at your hill you could see little lights lighted the way up.

You sat up, “Oh Dean…”

He opened your door and held his hand out for you. “Come on.”

You took his hand and followed the fairy lights up.

There was a big blanket on the ground and many pillows, it looks so comfortable. He had made some kind of roof with four sticks and a white sheet stretched between them. Fairy lights clung to the structure.

“Dean… did you do all of this ?”

He scratched the back of his head, “Sammy helped a little too.”

Your arms flew around his neck as you crashed your lips onto his.

“You like it ?” he whispered against your lips.

“I love it Dean. Thank you.”

You both sat down in the pillow fort, he reached down behind himself and pulled out a box.

“I brought you some raspberries, I know you love them. I wanted to buy strawberries first but I remember you absolutely hate them.” He chuckled and opened the box, your mouth watered.

“Oh God Dean, you’re the best! Strawberries are way too overrated anyway.”

He also brought some beef jerky, popcorn, twizzlers and some soda.

“This is amazing Dean, when did you do all of this?!”

He shrugged, “It wasn’t that much work, and with Sam’s help it was fixed in no time.”

“Thank you so much, no one’s ever done this for me.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart, you deserve it.” He said as he sweetly pecked your lips.

“Oh I almost forgot, I have something else for you too.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a little black sachet. You frowned.

“What is it ?”

He handed it to you, “Open up and you’ll see.”

Untying the little string at the top, you reached your fingers in to take it out. It was a thin black rope and attached to it was a golden circle that read ’10 GA – MADE IN U.S.A’ you frowned with a laugh.

“You got me a shotgun shell necklace ?” You liked it.

“Y-yeah I made it, you know, uhm… Winchester as in the gun, shotgun shell… sorry it’s stupid I-“

“What no! Dean, I love it.” You said as you pulled the sting over your head. “You made it, I love it, I really do. Thank you Dean.” You cupped his face and kissed him. “You’re something Winchester, you keep surprising me.”

“Oh do I now ?” a smirk crossed his face as he tackled you to the floor. Hovering over you as he bit his lip. He looked deep into your eyes as he leaned down to kiss you.

Your hand moved up to tunnel your fingers through his hair. Opening your mouth more when you felt him lick at your bottom lip.

Kissing with Dean was like floating on a cloud, your mind went completely blank as you only focused on him, his scent, his taste, his touch.

He moved to lay between your legs, the kiss growing more heated with every passing second.

You couldn’t contain the sounds he pulled from you. Your hips pushing up against his made him groan.

“Dean…”

He licked at your neck, nibbling on your skin. “Yeah sweetheart ?”

“I want you.” You breathed out.

His head snapped up, searching your face. “Are you sure Y/n ? Really I can wait, if you’re not ready.”

You fisted his hair, sucking at his neck. “I’m sure. I want you.”

The smile that crossed his face said it all. You were still nervous but you trusted Dean.

He looked up and around. “Here ?”

Biting your bottom lip you nodded at him, no one came here anyway.

“Okay sweetheart but you’ll have to tell me when it becomes too much okay ?”

“Yes.” You exhaled a shaky breath, he kissed you again.

“Relax baby, I’ll take it slow, I’ll make you feel good.” His lips were mapping out your neck as his hands slowly pushed your dress up. You arched your neck, tugging at his hair in anticipation.

He moved down, kissing up your legs as he pushed your dress higher. Your hands went to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off. Unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your thighs.

He sat up and took his jacket and shirt off, his freckled chest bare for you.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Dean.” Your hands carefully roamed his chest. As he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. You swallowed hard, he was big…

He frowned and looked down, “What ?”

“Y-You’re uhm… big.”

“Oh… you think I will fit ?” he asked, a little worried.

You shrugged, how were you supposed to know, you knew your fingers fitted, but that was it.

“Just, take it slow okay ?”

“Of course baby. Can I ?” he tugged at your dress.

You sat up, this was it… your self conscious thoughts resurfacing again. What if he doesn’t like what he sees ? What if it turned him off ? You weren’t like the other girls he dated…

“Hey baby” he could see the wheels turning in your head. “You’re beautiful, you only do what you are comfortable with, okay ?”

You nodded “I want too.” You pulled on the zipper on the side of your dress to loosen it enough so you could pull it over your head.

You heard Dean gasp, “Y/n fuck…”

You pulled your head free and saw Dean, his eyes black with lust as he palmed himself through his underwear.

You couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. His eyes raked over your strapless black bra and matching soft cotton panties. If you knew this would happen, you would have worn something a little more sexy.

“You’re… gorgeous…” he bent down to kiss your neck, you could feel how he parted his lips as he rolled his tongue against your soft skin, sucking it in his mouth as he let it pop back. He kissed down your body as you felt his finger dip into your waist band of your panties. Just tracing underneath the edge, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You wrapped your arms around him, your hands feeling his muscles move underneath his skin.

His hand dipped deeper, his middle finger at your entrance as his thumb pushed down on your clit, sending electricity through your body.

“Oh baby…” he groaned “You’re already so wet, is that all for me ?”

You arched your back, rolling your hips so the tip of his finger slid inside you, “Y-yes Dean, p-please.”

He pushed his middle finger in, his mouth forming an ‘o’ at how wet and tight you are.

“F-fuck Y/n, you feel so good, I’m never gonna last.” He chuckled in your ear, biting at your earlobe.

Your nails dig in his skin. “Dean m-more please.” He kissed you neck as he pushed another finger inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. A deep groan leaving your mouth as he slowly started to pump them.

“Like that baby ?” he asked you.

“Y-Yes Dean, f-fuck yes.” You rolled your hips in motion with his moves.

You could feel him smirk against your skin. “Or maybe like this ?”

He curled his fingers, his tips brushing your sweet spot inside you, making you gasp “FUCK”. Your hips jerking up.

“There it is.” He chuckled, his fingers moving faster as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

You were panting in his mouth, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, “D-Dean I’m c-close.”

He put his forehead on yours, “Come for me baby.” His thumb pushing a little harder down on your clit is what made the coil inside you snap. Thighs trembling as you clenched around his fingers, moaning his name.

“DEAN YES!”

His movement slowed down, his hand retreating from you to lick his fingers clean. Groaning at your taste.

Panting you lay beneath him, your hand cupping his neck, “Take me Dean. I want you, now.”

You took of the remaining of your clothes as he pushed his underwear down.

You could feel yourself dripping at the sight of him, on your drawing you underestimated his size…

His hands took a hold of his pants, his hands digging in his pockets to pull out a condom.

“Oh you’re prepared.” You remarked.

His cheeks turned red, “I- uhm… I always have it, I mean not that I always have sex, not that I-“

You chuckled, “You’re cute all flustered and rambling. I’m glad you have one.” You bit your lip. His smile returning as he ripped the package open with his teeth.

“C-Can I put it on ?” you asked as you took the rubber ring from him, he nodded.

“Like this, right ?” you weren’t really sure, but if you remember S.E. correct you had to pinch the tip and then roll it down. Fuck he felt good and so big…

“Y-yes like that sweetheart, j-just like that.” His head fell back as you gave him a few pumps.

You scooted closer to him, your legs spreading as you lay on your back. All spread for him.

He wrapped his hand around his hard cock, sliding it through your folds a few times, rubbing your clit in the most delicious way.

“D-Dean please.” You whimpered.

He hovered over you, kissing you as he slowly pushed inside you. Inch by delicious inch.

You felt a burning sensation as he stretched you out. You’re eyes clamping shut, hissing.

He stopped, kissing your jaw, cheeks, nose, forehead to end up on yours lips. “F-Fuck you’re s-so tight… Does it hurt baby ?”

You nodded, “Y-yeah, kinda burns.”

“Do I need to stop ?” he was panting in your neck.

“No! J-just give me a sec.”

He littered you skin with little pecks, his tongue darting down to lick around your nipple. Your hand went to his hair to tug at it. The burn faded turning into a wave of arousal, your walls finally relaxing around him.

“M-move Dean.”

He did as he was told, pushing in all the way, until his pelvis grinded into you.

“Fuuuuck Y/n, you f-feel s-so good. ‘m not gonna last long…”

You wrapped your legs around him, “Mmhh that’s okay baby, please move, take me Dean.”

He pulled all the way out, leaving just his tip in, to push slowly back in. His forehead rested on yours as he kept a slow but deep pace. You could feel every inch, every curve and vein on his cock. Rubbing in all the right places. He whispered sweet nothings against your lips, telling you how good you felt and how beautiful you are.

You could see when his eyes turned back in his head, felt his hips crushing into yours, heard him groan loud as he spilled himself in the condom. You following him quick into climax, your walls clamping down around him as you groaned with him.

He fell next to you panting “F-fuck Y/n that was…”

“Amazing.” You finished his sentence, laughing.

He turned to you and gave you a kiss that made you dizzy. He parted from you and took the condom off. Quickly ran to the garbage bin at the edge of the hill, you giggled at seeing him running across the field butt-naked.

When he came back he held you in his arm and pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“I don’t want you to leave.” He whispered against your temple.

“I can stay the night.” You said.

“But your uncle ?”

“Oh I texted him, it’s fine Dean, really I can stay.” You stated with a smile.

“Perfect.” he whispered.

Part 7

#Upon a Hill #Upon a Hill part 6 #teen!dean #teen!dean x reader #teen!dean x plus!sized!reader #roonyxx #dean winchester #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean x reader #dean smut #virgin reader #dean x virgin reader #dean winchester smut

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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bestie what if jungkook finally finds out that jin’s friends with y/n 😭😭😭 he’d live in embarrassment for like eight business days

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to crawl in a ditch for bADLY misjudging a situation he should’ve foreseen in the first place

yoongi has never been this dedicated to curing his hangover

well actually, nO ONE was really forcing him to pick you and taehyung up anyway

you didn't even ask!!! you could 10/10 just call for an uber to bring back taehyung to his place

maybe, just maybe, it's your fault that when yoongi asked you where you were when he's just woken up from a long night of partying, you mentioned "i'm with taehyung" and hospital and go home in the same sentence so that's why he went to overdrive

did he process what you said correctly?? probably not <3

that's the whole reason why yoongi had wasted sIX eggs this morning!!

he read somewhere in passing and watched song-hwa from hospital playlist enough to know that drinking eggs apparently helps you with your hangover and some other things

first, he wasted tHREE eggs because apparently, you're not supposed to drink the eggs !!! whisked !!! because it "defeats" the whole purpose

but it's still an egg whether you whisk it and no one's sane enough to drink raw eggs unprovoked

yoongi nailed it on the second try and he might have gagged a few times but the important thing is, his hangover is all-cured from the stress of digesting raw eggs :D so now he can safely drive at a borderline dangerous speed to pick you and tae up

"hey kiddo."

you peer your head up to see yoongi looking down at you, ruffling your hair in greeting

you've been held up here for less than five hours anyway, and it's not that yOU look tired,,, it's just that maybe you could use a little more sleep

lol you got yoongi thinking for a second that you're the injured on

"hey champ," yoongi acknowledges taehyung who's smiling from his bed, getting a forehead flick from his senior to which he rolls his eyes to

taehyung's... dressed up already in his normal clothes?

he already has his shoe on too so yoongi doesn't quite get why the two of you still aren't standing up

"you're lucky you just got a flick," you add helpfully, yawning in remembrance, "he punched my arm when i fell down the stairs at the dorm."

and wHY is this conversation all pointing to him now??

"because the both of you did stupid things that landed you in the ER!"

"i was just trying to see if i can go down the stairs three steps at a time!!"

"i just wanted to embrace y/n!!!"

very stoopid decisions if you ask him

yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to another, still a little lost because he's already here, and the two of you are all-ready to go, and he's not really a fan of the smell of the hospital —

oh wait

"has the bill already been settled?" he asks in curiosity, fishing out his wallet from his pocket

"mhmm. already did," tae answers instantly, nudging yoongi to put his wallet back where it came from

uhm wait maybe it's the eggs that are talking but uh

..... if the bill's already paid-

"then why are we all just sitting here?"

taehyung opens his mouth but he cLOSES it shut the moment it all clicks in his head, belatedly looking at you whose face screams conflict

yoongi's eyes turn to you on instinct, narrowing his eyes because you're choosing not to meet his eyes

"we're uh, we're waiting for jungkook to come back from the restroom."

...

.....

.......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yoongi's quiet, almost like he's calculating the variables in his mind

his mind's working harder rn that it did on his finals last week

"so jungkook is here?"

he gets war flashbacks every time he hears his name

he just shudders at the thought of him and he doesn't mean it positively lmao

"y-yeah! did i not tell you that at the call? he helped me get taehyung here," you scratch your nape in explanation, not accounting for the fact that yoongi still vERY much loathes jungkook when you called him

tae's not actually sure if he's helping you when he opens his mouth but he's trying his best <3

"yup! his shoulders were my crutch for like, three blocks. he also bought us food from the cafeteria while we were waiting to have my leg cast!!"

he glances at the fancy paper bags from the cafeteria downstairs, even some take-outs in there that makes it look all-stuffed

how in the living hELL is yoongi suppposed to feel about all of this :|

"i'm back! should i call an uber now? sorry, i bought these tiny hand sanitizers because they were having a sale at the pharmacy. y/n what scent do you-..."

jungkook happily chirps as he rummages through the bag he was given, preparing to scoop all the different scents to present them to you when he jUST had to look down at a familiar pair of shoes

as in the same black converse that he had the relief of looking at when someone was particularly asking him if he ever had a knuckle sandwich

"h-hi yoongi."

yoongi narrows his eyes at the kid who just squeaked, mouth puffed-up in disbelief that he looks like he's hiding a hamster in there

"bye jungkook."

yoongi uses tae as an excuse to shoo jungkook off as fast as possible but that kinda bites him in the ass

taehyung's going through a learning curve with his crutches and yoongi's making him wALK faster!!!! he still needs a little-

oh wait a minute :-)

"jungkook! help me walk to yoongi's car."

there is nO way that even taehyung's conspiring against him now

first jin and now taehyung????

tae solidifies his point by winking at yoongi, leaving you alone with him as you carry the paper bags of cafeteria take-outs

he's not exactly sure if he's helping you out at this situation, but once again, he's just trying his best and having fun alright!!! he likes to be included in these types of things hee-hee

yoongi has no choice now but to aLSO drive jungkook home, and the thought just makes him grumble from thinking about it

he'll have to disinfect his seats ://

"i haven't fully forgiven him if that's what you're thinking about," you chime in with his thoughts, looping your arm around his to help quell the visible stress in his mind

"it's your life," he puffs out because he doesn't want to meddle with you, consciously trying not to be overbearing when it comes to your choices

"i know. i just want you to know that your closest friend has the pride and the brains to not forgive an asshole, a goddamn junior, who said really mean things to her," you add thoughtfully and transparently, making yoongi break into a smile

ok that's got the heaviness in his chest a little lighter

"we should probably talk to each other one of these days."

you haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with yoongi for quite some time now because there weren't really any pressing issues of the sort to make the two of you talk face-to-face, but now it's probably needed

"we should."

jungkook has never feared for his life in a car ride tHIS much before

and he's even wearing his seatbelt!!!!

you're sitting at the front seat and he's with taehyung at the back, the latter dozing off because yoongi indulged his request for sleep music with soft rain on the background (it doesn't make yoongi sleepy) in an attempt to make him feel better about his leg

the one-hour loop's working wonders because you're passed out on the front seat too

normally, this would also make jungkook sleepy

but how the fuck can he sLEEP when yoongi looks at him through the rear-view mirror like an apex predator??????

kook could take the easier route of pretending to sleep so he could get to avoid yoongi's gaze

but then if he pretends to sleep, yoongi would clearly see how his eyeballs are still very much trembling even when his eyes are shut and he's the furthest thing from being relaxed

don't get him started on stoplights too!!! that was just pure torture because jungkook was conflicted to whether or not he should look at him rIGHT back

taehyung and jungkook live in the same building anyway so that's more convenient because he actually wouldn't know how to act if he had to drop j-name (he honestly can't digest saying his name) separately

now that that's all over, jungkook feels oddly fulfilled in a way...?

fulfilled in a sense that even if partially, he managed to earn your forgiveness

he feels like he could sleep a little more peacefully knowing that he atleast did something right this time!!!

which is for the exact reason, he's gonna gUSH about this to mr. kim from student affairs!!!

it's uh the weekend and he walked to campus because he thinks that admin works even on weekends (mad respect)

it's noticeably a lot more empty compared to weekdays and it's just filled with freshmen with their hectic class schedules and some students who are just fulfilling units to graduate early

jungkook walks straight to student affairs and it instantly looks empty, the only familiar face in there being namjoon

as in mr. kim namjoon who's wearing a windbreaker rn and whose hair is dEFINITELY blonde than the last time (two days ago) that jungkook saw him

he's not here to work isn't he

wait is he here to rob the place ???!?#?!?

"and what are you doing here?"

namjoon is as confused as jungkook, his mouth opening and closing in dumbfoundedness

"o-oh! is mr. kim here? w-wait, you are here. i mean mr. kim seokjin, sorry. did he-"

"nope," namjoon shakes his head, putting his bucket hat back on to leave jungkook all by himself

namjoon from work and namjoon every other time besides work are TWO different entities

"we just came here to collect our paychecks. you missed jin by ten minutes."

oh well

his momentum's not entirely ruined!! jungkook just has to cram thinking of a recipe to put in your lunchbox by tomorrow and jin is his tried and tested saving grace

technically, jungkook already saw you this morning because of the whole taehyung in a cast thing, but he feels as if that the take-outs from the cafeteria aren't gonna cut it

he still needs to step up his game of course :D

so that's why jungkook forcibly enlisted jimin's help to make fish and chips for dinner and put them in two lunchboxes

one for you and one for yoongi!! he didn't skimp on the fish nor the chips and made sure they're still toasty and in peak-flavor when he delivers it to your dorm

is he intruding? is this a bad time? he didn't exactly know how to process when yoongi told him that he wouldn't stop him from making it up to you

he just iSN'T sure if delivering homemade lunchboxes at 7 in the evening to your dorm is optimal

oh good!! the door's opening :D

"good evening!! i uhm-"

... what

.......... WHAT

what the fuck is going on

seokjin is suprised to see that the guy at the door isn't from the delivery place he ordered from two minutes ago

... he may be disappointed

but what he is amused about is the way jungkook looks beyond confused and intimidated

jin's in a sleep shirt and some boxers and jungkook doesn't kNOW what to feel about all the variables present that he's trying to connect

"you look like you're hiding a goldfish in your mouth."

seokjin remarks and yawns when a fraction of a minute passes and jungkook's still frozen in his spot, his eyes darting to what the kid's holding

"oh c'mon! one for y/n and one for yoongi? you trying to make it up to him too? and none for me?" jin jives him further, leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smirk on his lips, "i practically live here, and i gave you the tonkatsu recipe, and i'm the one who doesn't get a lunchbox?"

he eventually saw this coming lmao

jin knew that someway somehow, jungkook would come to know that hE's your close friend throughout the whole time

that he's been the sort of middleman all this time but nah he's on your team of course <3

that all this whining he's done to him has all been in the name of you and seokjin had to sit through ALLLL of that with his fists clenched underneath the table to calm himself down

"oh my god," jungkook's literally WEAK in the knees as it all connects in his mind, the gravity of this scenario kicking down on him

he really iS such a fucking asshole

how did he not hypothesize this????? how wasn't he able to connect you and yoongi and jin as each other's closest friends???

his legs are literally about to give out so that's why seokjin snatches the lunchboxes from his hands

"i am so, so, so sorry mr. kim. i-i really didn't-..."

jin pays him no mind, opening the lunchboxes slightly as he whistles at the sight of fish and chips

meanwhile jungkook is so sO close to crying both in realization and very very slight relief because he knows atleast one of your friends doesn't hate him that much

the door opens wider, the creaking getting both of his and jin's attention

"what's taking you so long? is the-..."

yoongi switches his gaze between the two lunchboxes on jin's hand and jungkook sitting on the floor looking like he's had the shock of his lifetime

wow this is really amusing

this is in fact so amusing that yoongi can't help but to snap a picture for him and jin to laugh at later

"bye, jeon."

yoongi grabs one of the lunchboxes from jin's hand and goes back into the dorm, leaving jungkook alone with mr. student affairs

seokjin chuckles as he outstretches his hand to make jungkook stand up and shoo him off sooner than later so he wouldn't look like a pebble in front of your dorm

he pats him on the back, only having to pull him slightly to get him closer to his ear

"we're still mad at you kid, don't get it twisted. you're lucky i didn't expel you."

jungkook pales at the realization overall, only weakly nodding his head as he attempts to take in everything while trying to look at the bright side

seokjin cheerily closes the door, waving at him who looks so close to passing out from hock

"bye jungkook!!!"

#AHHHHHH WHAT R UR THOUGHTS WHAT DO YOU WANNA SEE NEXT #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook college au #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook headcanon #jungkook series

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bunnyywritings · 4 years ago

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you like like me?

teacher!sugawara koushi x gn!reader

day 2: petrichor

word count: 1.8k

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑

[a/n: alrighty everyone, it’s day 2! Thank you all so much for all the love on my day 1 fic, I’m having a lot of fun with these so far 🥺 enjoy some soft teacher koushi today! ✨taglist is still open✨- yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-

Rainy days were both the best and worst days for you and Sugarawa. It was absolutely adorable to see a bunch of kiddos in their little raincoats and boots. Usually in a bright yellow, there would be the occasional odd color or a kitty cat raincoat but it was adorable all the same. Though it was a pain to keep the kids inside because they wanted to run around outside in the puddles and slosh around in the mud.

You remembered how long it took you to come up with the lesson plan for today but it was all thrown out the window when the morning was gloomy and gray, and the weather forecast had an 80% chance of rain. That meant the day would be cut shorter and it would be filled with movies, coloring pages, and fun activities. Not that you really minded, a rainy day was basically a break from the daily stress of having to rangle up a bunch of toddlers and teach them their vowels.

It was also a big plus for you because that meant Mr.Suga would be wearing an adorable oversized hoodie or cardigan.

It’s not that you thought he was cute or anything...it’s just an observation.

Yeah, you definitely didn’t have feelings for your fellow kindergarten teacher. You just happened to remember that he wasn’t much a coffee drinker when you had stopped to get some coffee and got him a hot chocolate.You were already there anyways…your thoughts trailed off as you walked through the door that conjoined your classrooms and saw him sitting at his desk and typing away on his laptop.

Yup, it was a cardigan...in a soft pink.

Oh who were you kidding! You were absolutely whipped for him. As you should be.

“Good morning (y/n)!” You jumped just a bit, startled out of your thoughts.

“G-Good morning Koushi, I uhm-” You swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to escape. “I got you a hot chocolate on my way over, since it’s c-cold out a-and all.”

He grinned while watching as the blush on your cheeks deepened, physically having to stop himself from cooing at your timid nature.

“Ahh you didn’t have to.” He stood up and made his way over to you, reaching for the cup. As he did this, his fingers brushed against your slightly colder ones. His breath caught in his throat as tingles ran up his arm, in that moment he was thinking that maybe all those cheesy romance novels and movies were onto something. “I really appreciate it.” He took a sip of the sweet drink, humming in satisfaction as warmed his body.

As you two started to talk, he subconsciously started to think about the strange relationship between the both of you. You had been working as the sole kindergarten teacher at the school before the second position opened up and he had arrived.

He was received with a very unwelcome attitude by the other faculty. They were not very thrilled to have a twenty something year old, fresh out of university, taking the job of a dear friend. He had found solace in the confines of your classroom, having gone to you to vent about how rude someone had been to him while in the break room. Because of that one venting session, the both of you would eat lunch together in yours or his classroom. Often talking about joint lessons your classes could do or fun things the both of you could do out of school hours.

Your guys’ students 100% shipped the both of you. The number of times he had caught his students singing ‘teacher (y/n) and Suga sitting in a tree! K.I.S.S.I.N.G!’ was slightly concerning yet amusing. He quite liked the idea of being in a relationship with you. He had actually caught himself daydreaming about how that would go. How you would feel in his arms, how your hand would fit in his...if your lips were as soft and kissable as he thought they would…-

“So? How does that sound?” His stomach dropped with guilt as he realized that he had completely ignored everything you had said but the hopeful glint in your eye was too adorable to overlook.

“Y-yes! That sounds perfect!” He hoped you hadn’t noticed the hesitation in his voice.

“Great!” You grinned happily, “I’m thinking of starting the movie after we head over to the library?”

His shoulders relaxed as he was filled in the missing info. “Good plan. That’s when we usually have snack time.”

Once the bell rang and you walked through the door and into your classroom, he found himself looking forward to this rainy day.

Before you knew it, library time was over and you were walking your students back to the classroom, giggling as a few of them took the liberty of jumping around in the shallow puddles. Gently reprimanding them for being a little reckless.

As you watched them go back into the classroom and counting each one, you took a deep breath. The smell of petrichor a calming scent.

While explaining how the joint movie time was, Suga had looked out the window and caught sight of you. You had inhaled deeply, before exhaling with a soft smile on your lips. He remembered when you told him how much you enjoyed the smell of fresh rain. He thought it was adorable, the way your eyes lit up with excitement as you talked about the petrichor candle you had bought.

“Mr. Suga?” A little voice broke him from his thoughts, turning back to the kids, he nodded at her.

“Do you like teacher (y/n)?”

“Well of course I do, teacher (y/n) is a dear friend of mine.” He smiled.

“No! Not like that!” the little boy seemed exasperated as he shook his head. “Do you like like teacher (y/n)?”

‘Ah, they were catching onto him.’

“Well, you see-” before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the connecting door before it opened and you peeked in.

“I’ve got everything set up for the movie Mr. Suga, just in case you were ready to join us.” He could tell that you were using your “teacher voice” because it was significantly a little gentler than your normal voice, and the way you had said ‘Mr. Suga’ was doing unexplainable things to his heart.

Trying so desperately to hide the blush that was threatening to expose his true thoughts, he turned to the class. “Alright kiddos! Who’s ready for movie time?”

The previous conversation was completely disregarded, much to his relief, as they all shouted in excitement and bounded into your classroom. Joining their friends on the various pillows, bean bag chairs, and blankets you had set up. As he followed behind them and walked through the door, the smell of freshly popped popcorn filled his senses

“God that smells good.” He groaned in exaggerated appreciation, reveling in the laughter it had roused out of your beautiful lips.

Once everyone was settled in with their snacks and apple juice, the movie began and he settled in on the reading couch. The pounding of his heart was deafening as you sat down beside him. The compact size of the couch had caused his thigh to be flush against yours but you didn’t seem to mind one bit as you turned and smiled at him, handing him a juice box.

The unanimous choice was for Alice in Wonderland. Everyone was completely entranced by the movie.

Everyone but you. If anything, you had a hard time keeping your eyes open.

The ambience was perfect enough to lull you to sleep. The sound of the pitter-pattering rain against the windows, the slight chill of the classroom, and the warmth emanating from the man beside you. It took everything in your being to not wrap yourself around him and snuggle.

Maybe the universe was on your side because as you felt your eyelids start to droop, a pair of lips brushed against your ear. “You can lay on my shoulder if you’d like. I can watch everyone while you rest.”

You hummed gratefully and leaned on him, your eyes shutting almost instantly. Naturally, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. Heart almost bursting in his chest as you subconsciously nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck. You fit perfectly into him, almost as if you were meant to, like a puzzle piece.

As the movie went on, more than half the students had joined you in dream land and by the end of the movie, they were all far off in the clouds. He carefully got up so as to not wake you and situated you so you were laying down properly. Absolutely melting when you had reached out for him in your sleep, pout on your lips.

Taking this little free time to his advantage, he used it to call parents to inform them to pick up their kids from your classroom’s exit because of the movie time turned nap time situation. When he was sone, the bell had rung and parents had started to pick up their sleepy kiddos.

“(y/n)~” He gently shook you, calling your name a few more times before your eyes finally opened. You yawned and blinked a few times, eyes roaming the empty classroom. Your drowsy brain took a few seconds to analyze what was going on before your eyes widened and you sat up straight as an arrow.

“Where are the-”

“Don’t worry, I handled the pick up situation. I wanted you to rest...you seemed like you needed it.”

“Oh...thank you.” You looked away, a raging blush taking your cheeks hostage.

“You’ve got a pretty cheeky bunch.” He chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck. “A few of ‘em woke up when the bell rang and they were hounding me about when me and you were going to confess our undying love to each other.”

“Yeah, sounds about right. I can’t go a day without them asking if I like like you.”

Feeling a rush of confidence, he leaned down close to you. His nose gently brushing yours. “Well...do you?” He whispered. Eyes quickly flitting down to your lips before going back to gazing into your eyes.

“I’d say that I do like like you...Mr. Suga.”

“That’s a relief, cause I like like you too.” There was a small beat of silence.”Can I-?”

“You can.” You whispered.

He cupped your jaw and brought you closer to him before your lips timidly met his. Experimentally moving along with his before getting a hang of it and reaching forward to grasp the fabric of his cardigan and pull him in closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. A soft moan leaving his lips as you both pulled away. Foreheads resting against each other.

“Teacher (y/n) and Suga sitting in a tree. K.i.s.s.i.n.g…” he sang quietly.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 (open): @soul-of-rwby @randomesk-yuku

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12yeahiminluvwu · 4 years ago

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Calm

pairing - Rudy Pankow x Little Sister!Reader

summary- Requested by @deathcompass :) “hi! your writing is amazing :) i was wondering if you could write something with drew/rudy where his younger sister has a panic attack and he helps her calm down because she gets them a lot?”

word count- 1.9+

warning(s)- panic attack tw, anxiety tw, swearing (maybe? idk), kinda cliche… gives me 2016 wattpad vibes ngl, the ending sucks i’m so sorry! very loosely edited

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Disclaimer: I’ve only ever had very mild panic attacks so I’m going to use my own experiences to write this, but I do understand that they can be very severe and I’m not in any way trying to romanticize anything at all. I love you, stay safe <3

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“Hey bug, you ready to come home?” You sighed, realizing that summer was ending and you would be having to go back to Alaska for school. It hadn’t snuck up on you, but some part of you had hoped that you’d get to stay with your brother forever.

“I guess…” You mumbled back, not wanting to hurt your parents but also not wanting to go back.

“You’re all set to fly out in a few days, we can’t wait to see you!” Your mom exclaimed. You could hear the excitement in her voice which only broke your heart even more. The familiar feeling began to bubble up in your chest, making it seem like you couldn’t breathe in all the way, like something was taking up space in your lungs preventing you from getting enough oxygen. This hadn’t happened all summer, not since you came to live with Rudy. It had been so long since you felt it, you almost forgot the feeling altogether.

“Sweetie? You still there?” Your mom’s voice brought you out of your own head and back into the real world, where a few minutes of silence had passed.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here. I’ll see you soon. Love you guys.” You quickly ended the conversation, wanting to get as far away from your phone as possible, as your mind assimilated it with the panic you were feeling.

This time, you were able to keep yourself calm.

“Baby, do you really have to leave?” Your boyfriend asked, his arms sliding around your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The feeling of his skin on yours always ignited a fire within you, one you didn’t want to put out. You leaving in a few days felt like a storm threatening to wash away the wildfire the two of you had created together.

“Yeah… I have to go back to school, my brother is gonna be filming season two of his show in Charleston, I’d have no one to stay with…” You mumbled into his chest, soaking in his scent, aching to remember every piece of him. Part of you wanted to believe that a long-distance relationship with him would work but the rest of you knew that it wasn’t fair to either of you.

“Go to school here, with us! You could stay with me!” One of your best friends chimed in. A spark of hope lit up in your stomach, maybe you could stay. But then, like clockwork, that same feeling from earlier began to slither its way through your body. Your mind raced to all the things you’d be leaving behind, all the friends you had back home that you hadn’t seen in months.

But as your mind raced and you sat with your new friends, and boyfriend (something you never thought you’d get back home), you realized the people in this room meant more to you than the people back home, who were only still friends with you because they didn’t have anyone else to be friends with. That still didn’t keep the panic at bay, but once again, you were able to keep yourself calm.

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“Roo, I wanna talk to you about something…” You said, coming into his room that night.

“What’s up kid?” He asked, watching you sit down next to him on his bed. The way you twiddled your thumbs and chewed on your lips told him you were nervous about something, his mind racing to find out what it could be. The energy in the room shifted, and it was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Taking a big gulp, you started trying to verbalize your thoughts, even though it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“So… I was thinking- maybe- I… I could stay here with my friends and go to school here. She said she’d- she’d talk to her mom and ask if it was ok. But like, I would- I would need your help talking to mom and dad because I don’t want to hurt their feelings, but I really- really don;t want to go back home…” You stumbled out, hoping that he would understand what you had just word vomited at him. Slowly, you began to feel the burn of tears coming to your eyes, and desperately you tried to hold them back.

“You want to stay here? How come?” He asked. He sat up, coaxing you into his arms cause he knows it calms you down. You laid your head on his chest and kept trying to take deep breaths as he stroked your hair.

“I feel more understood by the people I’ve met here than I do by anyone in that stupid little town…” You whispered, “I’ve gotten closer to them in 3 months than I did to anyone back home in 16 years, Rudy. I have no one... no one real anyway.”

“So you want to stay here in LA?” He asked again and you nodded. The sound of his voice was distant, sounding miles away. You did your best to focus on your breathing but that focus was quickly slipping away as your breathing became more sporadic and uneven. It was as if something was sitting on your chest, preventing you from getting enough air.

“I’ll talk to mom and dad and see what they say. Kiddo, I need you to focus on your breathing ok? Focus on taking a deep breath all the way in and breathing all the way out.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair as you gasped in deep breaths and let the tears fall down your face. Slowly, the room started opening back up and even though the tears still ran down your face and your hands shook like an earthquake, it got a little easier to breathe.

“That’s it, just like that,” He cooed. You sighed at the sound of his voice, remembering when you used to get these all the times before Rudy left home. After he was gone, they picked up even more and your mom and dad just didn’t quite know how to ground you like Rudy did. He was always there to protect you, it was a kick in the gut when he left you. But here he was, calming you down.

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Rudy sat up in the living room, the next morning. You were still asleep, somewhat exhausted from last night's events. The phone rang and he took a deep breath, hoping for nothing more than to be able to get you what you want.

“Hey Rudy! How have you been?” Your guys’ mom answered and he smiled, hearing the happiness in her voice.

“Hey mom, is dad around?” He asked and heard shuffling on the other end. Suddenly his dad's voice sounded from the line and they got a little lost in simple conversation. Rudy then remembered exactly why he called them and got down to business.

“So I wanna talk to you about Y/n…” He trailed off and your parents went a little quiet. He started to feel the sweat gather on his palms and gulped down the nervous lump in his throat, noticing the shift of energy in the call.

“Is she ok? Did something happen to her?” Your dad spewed out, worried that something might have happened to his little girl, but he shook his head before remembering they couldn’t see him.

“No no no she’s fine, but I know you guys are gonna be a little skeptical about what I’m going to tell you,” He sighed before continuing on, “ She wants to stay here for the school year…”

The line went quiet. He could tell his parents were shocked, the fact that their daughter didn’t want to come home was a lot to process and they had no idea what the reasoning behind it was.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t want to come home?” The woman gasped, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“She’s ade some really awesome friends, people she’s closer to than anyone she is with at home. She’s already lined up a place to stay while I’m shooting. I think you’d really like them actually. It’s one of her best friends and her mom, they’re really nice! I think you guys should change Y/n’s ticket so that you guys can come down here…” He rushed out, hoping they understood him, but he was met with silence once again.

“Uhm… We’re not making any promises, but we’ll come down there so we can talk about this as a family…” His dad said and he nodded with a smile, agreeing.

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You woke up feeling the events from last night lingering in your shoulders and neck.

It was a familiar ache that only ever happened after an attack, a muscle tightness that made it feel as though you’d been sleeping on concrete for the past week. Doing your best to roll out the soreness, you walked into the kitchen to see Rudy with a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“So… I talked to mom and dad, and they’re gonna come here so we can talk about you staying!” He smiled and you felt like a little bit of the weight you’d been feeling lifted.

“When are they coming?”

“They’ll be here tomorrow,” He said, coming over and hugging me tightly, “We’ll get you where you need to be kid, promise!”

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The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Your parents sat across from you and your brother, silently. You could tell they were deep in thought, but it didn’t help the shaking that began to take over your hands.

All you wanted was for them to understand. They weren’t always great at that…

“Mom, are you gonna say anything?” You finally asked, wincing when she let out a sign.

“Y/n, I just don’t like the idea of you living with someone you just met three months ago....” She said finally and your dad nodded along with her.

“You don’t understand though. I’m closer to them than I am to anybody back home! I know her and I know that she cares about me, her mom cares about me! When I wasn’t here, I was there. I’m practically already a part of the family! She’s had me and Rudy over for dinner so many times I lost count. She’s hosted dinner parties for the cast because she wants to get to know the people close to Rudy and I because she cares! She’s like a second mom to me. And I love you guys, I really do. But I’m just not happy at home! It doesn’t feel like home anymore. This… This feels like home.” You stood up, pacing back and forth, your voice gradually raising to try and hold in the tears that threatened to fall.

“Baby…”

“Momma…” You whispered pleadingly, looking her in the eyes for the first time since she’d arrived and finally letting the tears fall. Rudy was next to you in seconds, pulling you into his arms, doing his best to keep you grounded so you didn’t fall off the edge.

The silence was filled by your sniffles and Rudy’s whispers into your ear. Your parents looked at each other with a knowing look in their eyes. It was obvious that they were not your home anymore, and no matter how much it broke their hearts they knew they had to let you go.

“Y/n, honey, we want to meet the family first, but we think you should stay. We want you to be happy bug, and if this is where you’re happy, then this is where you should be!” Your mom finally said, coming over and wrapping you and your brother in a tight hug. Your dad followed in suit and soon enough you started to feel yourself calm down.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years ago

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ocean eyes | ho x fem!reader (merman au)

credits to myself for the moodboard

Summary: Sometimes, having a crush might be a difficult matter to deal with... even more when the aforesaid crush turned to not be who you thought it was at first sight.

Warnings: mention of ANGST (suicidal thoughts), language, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddo), lots of gridding and PDA, oral (fem receiving) and a glimpse of handjob.

Word Count: 8.7k (oh my what)

A/N: So... I’M BACK BABYYY, with some hot stuff too 🔥✨ And particularly with this quite original AU that was sleeping in my drafts for like two months and more… oopsie? 😂😅 Also I felt like our Hazza boy needed some love so here we gooo 👀 But oh lord is it good to be back to writing again! Thank you again to all of you who supported me and made me want to come back here 🥺💕 I’d be nothing without you all… So please, enjoy this oneshot, show me your support and there is also a brand new taglist below you can subscribe to if you like my writings (or you can definitely turn your notifications on to know each time I post) 😌🙏🏻

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“Tom, are you sure he's going to be there?”

“I promise (Y/N), I made sure to have Harry and Sam ask just in case. I'm pretty sure he’d be coming only to show off a little and for the free booze as always, but he will be there nonetheless.”

You couldn't help the giddy smile that spread to your lips, clasping your hands together with excitement. Tom was your best friend for three years now and definitely the best wingman you ever knew - true to the rumours, as the brunette was making sure the person you couldn't stop thinking about would participate at this (quite extravagant) vacation Tom decided to organise in the Maldives.

That person had been at a previous get together you had with some friends but as strange as it may have seemed, once knowing his outgoing personality he was such a loner and that made him hard to approach. Harrison, Tom’s best friend. Around your age and incredibly handsome that you couldn't get him out of your mind. These nice blonde locks of hair that turned slightly darker now, slightly curly when too long, a well toned body and not to mention the brightness of his blue eyes, almost translucent but reminding you of the vastness of the ocean.

That boy completely stole your heart... and didn’t really speak to you that much.

It was not that you didn't try to talk to Harrison before but most of the time, he would just ignore you or at some point look disinterested in his surrounding until he would just leave. Today you were more determined. And even if the blond man came off like a snob or a jerk - Tom assuring you he was not at all -, you really wanted to take some time to get to know him.

“Thanks for asking me to join the trip, Tom” you said, “I can't believe you suddenly felt like “taking a break and let’s get wild and free to the Maldives’ really” you beamed excitedly, trotting before your brunette friend while taking a whiff of the air, completely infatuated with the smell of the salty ocean water in the distance.

“Come on, that’s all fine (Y/N)” smiled Tom as he joined your side, “you needed that little vacation anyway.”

“You’re such a div, really… Moviestar...”

“Hey! Don’t call me that now!”

Laughing, you both trailed up the floorboard pathway on the white sand that leaded to the beautiful couples of straw huts on piles. The little floating houses were already teeming with lots of people, most faces you definitely didn’t know at all but you still managed to catch sight of Tom’s twin brothers and some other mutuals friends of yours. A smiling Maldives’ waiter welcomed and guided both of you down the plank pathway to the first straw hut where at least twenty people were already dancing and enjoying themselves. After seeing how extravagant this kind of party could be, you almost regretted wearing a simple white beach dress with your bikini underneath, but everyone else was dressed as casual as you were as well so you felt much better.

After grabbing some punch and chatting with your friends you (finally) found for a bit, you kept looking around for Harrison but it looked like he didn’t arrived yet. At least that was what you thought until you spotted him in the shadow of another straw hut further away, leaning on the rails and staring out at the crystal clear ocean. He was alone there, away from the loud music coming from the other huts mixed with the constant laughers of the guests. You’ve never been more happy to finally find him that you were not going to let any shyness hold you back, and then you made your slow approach towards him.

“Hey Harrison, it's nice to see you again” you began, trying to not seem too excited. “I didn't know you were going to be here...” you lied through your teeth but it was a small white one, as you stepped up next to his right side.

Harrison’s cheek tilted in your direction for the briefest of seconds, giving you a small moment to admire his bright eyes before quickly turning away. A frown ghosted over your lips but you held your ground, trying to start a small conversation with him but nothing you said seemed to interest him. After several minutes of trying and failing just to get him to speak, you leaned out and looked at the water before whispering.

“You must really like the ocean...”

“I fuckin’ hate the ocean” Harrison snapped, startling you it almost made you jump backwards.

His voice was a lot deeper than you imagined, such a tone with a pretty defined accent could charm you right out of your clothes with very little effort. You shook your head at such misplaced thoughts before looking up at his face as Harrison was glaring spitefully into the distance, both his hands gripping the wood banister as if ready to rip it in half.

You never saw such a troubled expression before that you instinctively grabbed the blonde’s wrist and gave his hand a tug.

“If you don't like the ocean, stop giving it your attention and enjoy the party” you interrupted his train of thoughts, surprising yourself by such boldness. “Come dance with me, I promise I'm not as clumsy as I look.”

It was astonishing even to yourself that Harrison allowed you to pull him away to guide him over the center of the empty straw hut you were both in.

“You may have a very goofy face, so I bet you really are clumsy” the blond man snorted, his fine lips quirking up into a grin but you didn't mind at all, specially since he just looked so dreamy with that teasing smile on his face.

You giggled while taking more initiative by sliding one hand around his hip and taking his own in the other, your heart skipped a beat at the way Harrison interlocked your fingers together with his.

“You better not step on my feet” he warned, before sighing, “... not promising I won’t, though.”

Giggling, you immediately took the lead as Harrison slid his other hand to the middle of your back. You gladly fell into his steps, doing your best to prove you at least had some sophistication. No doubt in your mind, you'd be so embarrassed if you did actually step on his foot. On the other hand, Harrison had the perfect build for dancing, even if it felt like he wasn't exactly sure about what he was doing at the moment. It wasn't like it was hard though, just simple stepping you both back and forth to the music with the occasional spin was all he had to do. But still, dancing was not an easy matter for anyone.

Eventually it seemed very natural to step closer to each other, resting your hands on his hips while his own swayed down to your lower back before settling on the curve that started the shape of your bottom. You moved together, getting lost in the heat of his build upper body, unable to stop the hopeful feelings boiling inside.

The music switched to a more beat heavy and bopping rhythm, so you detached only to turn in his grasp and sway your hips back and forth against him. It took literally less than a second for his own hands to slide around your waist and maneuver your behind to rub up against his crotch. Both of you tuned the world out and danced so intimately, it felt like nothing else mattered.

“Maybe you were right, you don't have two left feet after all” Harrison mumbled against the back of your head, pulling his hands back just enough to hold your hips tight and sway you from side to side.

You blushed softly at the way the blond boy curved you into his taller more muscular shape, the heat of his hands and skin giving you courage to delicately rest your own hands on his own hips and meet his movements.

“Thanks, but I'm just following your lead… It feels really nice to dance with you” you whispered to him, momentarily closing your eyes as you leaned back against his chest. "My name is (Y/N), by the way. Tom’s friend. Uhm, I tried talking to you back then at the Brighton party from a few weeks ago but—” you trailed off, forcing an awkward smile even if Harrison couldn't see your face.

“I remember you” Harrison cut off. He huffed, his grip suddenly tightening against your stomach before he purposefully felt down the shape of your legs along your soft dress. “The chatterbox who talked to me for like fifteen minutes even though I never said a word back.”

“O-oh…”

The forlorn tone in your voice was unmistakable as you pulled away from his grasp and tried to excuse yourself.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to bother you… I just wanted to talk…”

Your eyes became a bit glossy. You truly hoped Harrison would remember you but it didn't sound like you left a good first impression. But then his firm hand latched onto your wrist, halting your movement before you could step too far away and instantly yanked you back hard enough to stumble into his chest.

“I never said you could leave, (Y/N)...”

With purpose his other hand slid down to the bottom of your ass, making sure you couldn't escape as he held you still, tightly.

“If you haven't noticed, right now we are doing more than talking. You invited me to dance... s-so let’s dance.”

Once again, you followed his lead as the blond boy began moving you both around the hut. One of your hands was pressing flatly against his chest but soon it slowly shifted up to his shoulder, meeting his movement and curving your body into the posture of his own. It was both heart racing and felt so natural to dance with him that you didn’t really know far that long.

Some time passing, you talked with Harrison while dancing and, like you had promised yourself, got to know him a little more. At first, the boy was the one to ask you tons of questions, not really letting you a second to ask something back but after a bit, you learned that Harrison was an actor, slowly making his place into the industry and the current big project he was working on. He also only came here because the boy like partying in general, also for Tom obviously and for the drinks.

It made you smile, Tom's first hypothesis being correct but you didn't really care about Harrison’s reasons. All that mattered now was that he actually came and was here, with you. He even offered a small excuse for why he was so silent when you tried to talk to him a few weeks ago, as the blonde man had a really stressful day on set and knew if he opened his mouth, it would just be party pooper.

“It's never pleasant for anyone when I'm in a bad mood. So I just stayed silent, but you just went on and on… It was quite entertaining to watch you though” Harrison snickered, watching you puff out your cheeks and call him a jerk for not saying at least something to you, leaving out the part where you thought he was just some player and you weren't pretty enough for him.

Eventually you both got tired of dancing after several songs and went to sit on the stairs which leaded to the sea. While going, you also got a silent thumbs up from a dancing and slightly drunk Tom in another straw hut whom seemed to be wishing you luck, which you were grateful for.

After talking a little more on the wooden stairs, the ocean breeze just felt and smelled really delightful that you pointed down to the wharf and turned to Harrison with a bright hopeful smile.

“We should go for a walk down by the beach!”

“Really now?” Harrison scowled, turning his face away. “The damn ocean is already surrounded us now, why would you even go walk along it…”

With a sigh the boy stood, shoving both of his hands in his dark bermuda pockets and walking away. A frown formed on your lips turning away to grip the bottom of your dress, trying to remain strong as you weren't going to beg him for sure.

“Fine. I'll go by myself… I-I can enjoy the moonlight even if I'm alone.”

Harrison turned back, watching you not even spare him another glance before carefully taking the steps down the hut you were to then walk onto another flootboard path to the front of the beach. Once back on land, you slid off your sandals and smiled at the soft feeling of the still warm sand beneath your feet.

The ocean breeze rustled through your loose hair and the salty smell of the water wafted into your nose as you walked along by the edge of the waves. The cold and clear water lapped at your feet and over your ankles, before you stopped and looked up at the luminous moon casting a beautiful bright glow down against the surface of the water. With a subtle turn, you glanced at both your sides before a small tear ebbed down your cheek.

“I'm always alone… does anyone actually see me?”

You got to dance with who you can qualify as your crush and he finally talked to you tonight… and yet, you were still not satisfied. Way far from being satisfied. You have friends for course, but no one can see how much you were hurt deep inside.

I wish I could just walk out into the ocean and never come back.

Lifting your legs you took a step or two towards the glorious and vast ocean, only to have a warm hand suddenly grab a hold of your wrist. Turning, your eyes widen at the sight of Harrison’s diamond orbs, a tear involuntarily gliding down your cheek that you quickly wiped away with an abrupt turn.

“I see you, (Y/N)” the blonde man said, simply tugging your hand and getting you to step out of the path of the oncoming calm waves so he wouldn't get wet.

“You wanted to walk, right? So let’s walk, come on...”

With a tight but not harsh grip on your hand, Harrison interlocked your fingers and nearly dragged you along beside him as you stepped further down the immense beach of the island.

You'd never been more grateful that Harrison didn’t called attention to the fact that you were crying, even if he clearly heard what you said for sure. The warmth of his palm and slender fingers were incredibly soothing to the loneliness inside your heart. Without even a second thought, you indulged sliding your other hand around his elbow and laying your head on his shoulder.

Just for a moment, that’s all I need...

His beautiful eyes casted down to the top of your head, gritting his teeth wondering why he just couldn't leave you alone... even though the boy had no intention of getting this close to anyone. Harrison leaded the way slowly further down the beach, avoiding the waves and glaring spitefully at the water, hopefully he wouldn't have to get any closer to it, this being his only goal at the moment.

“... thank you.”

“I didn't do anything.”

You smiled slowly detaching from his shoulder, until your hands were the only thing still connected. Even in pure silent but with the sound of the waves in the background, it felt peaceful and not being alone was just a million times better than the expansive loneliness you were consumed with a minute ago. Taking a small leap you pointed up to the wharf and ask if you can walk up there together.

Harrison flared his nostrils but still took you both over to the stairs, guiding your way up until you were walking along the light wooden platform. Slowly you started talking again, realizing for some reason you were just so comfortable with him even if this was only the second time you’ve met within the span of a few weeks.

Even if Harrison had somehow a bit of a moody attitude, you could tell he was not a bad company. When his handsome facial features were fully relaxed and able to laugh and smile, those were some of the best moments but it felt like he had troubles opening up and letting himself have fun.

With the moon at your back and being alone with him, the moment felt so right. So you worked up the courage to ask him “the” question you wanted to since the first time you met. Letting go of his hand you stepped in front of him, pushing back your hair that was becoming delightfully frazzled by the ocean breeze and smiled at him, shyly.

“Harrison, I was wondering… if you had a girlfriend—”

“I do.”

“Oh...” you whispered, the smile on your face faltering for the briefest of seconds but you quickly recovered, not letting it bring you down before you turned around and held your hands behind your back. “I... expected a handsome guy like you to be taken, so I'm honestly not surprised.”

There was suddenly a heavy pang inside your chest, but you couldn’t ask for anything more than what Harrison had already given you.

“I had fun dancing with you, and also got you, the brick wall, to talk” you said while turning back to face the blonde with a gentle expression. “I-I, well I basically had a crush on you— I know it's pretty silly… but you were kind to me in your own way, so thank you. I promise I won’t bother you a-anymore…”

The expression on Harrison’s face kind of made him hard to read, but you were honestly trying to not look as you walk past him, briefly grazing against his hand before trying to make your grand escape.

The thump in your chest throbbed so loudly that it was rather painful and the only thing you could focus on, which was why it startled you so much when the blonde man abruptly turned and grabbed your elbow that your foot missed the platform while you tried to pull away. The next thing you knew was that you were plummeting off the side of the wharf, panic flaring into your eyes and desperately trying to grab onto his arm.

But it was too late. And you were now falling in the ocean.

You squealed in fear, watching Harrison not even waste a single second before diving in after you. Both of his muscled arms wrapped around your body and switched your positions so he was bracing your fall, as you both smacked into the cold waves of the water and instantly sinked below the surface.

It took you a moment but your eyes slowly opened under the cold water, feeling jarred and vision momentarily blurry before they focused on Harrison. Bubbles flubbed from your lips as you called to him and waded through the water until you were finally right in front of him. His expression churned your heart as the boy looked so utterly distressed, so you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and lift his head to focus on you...

But then, you trailed down and immediately thought this must be a dream.

Below his toned torso was displayed a long and beautiful turquoise colored tail fin covered in scales, a mixed of varied shades of blue shimmering with the moon ray. It was as bright as a freshly full moon, flowered out like it was encased in multiple diamonds. It was definitely the prettiest thing you have ever seen, that you couldn’t help yourself but glide your hand down to pet along its base.

Your fingers barely got to note that bumpy texture before Harrison grabbed your hand and placed his own against your cheek. Your skin warmed as the blond boy pulled you closer and shook his head, a troubled look on his face that you had no idea how to help him before he parted his lips and spoke directly to you, no bubbles coming out of his mouth, just words.

“Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!”

His words were like a stab to your heart that you just darted forward to wrap both arms around his frame, sliding your head over his shoulder flubbing “I'm sorry” to him over and over, until your body started to fall lax and your eyes slid closed, the need for oxygen overwhelming your body. Everything began to fade until you felt him grip your hips, wading his fin back and forth until you were above the water and coughing for air.

With a shove Harrison detached you from his body, watching as the waves carry you back to the shore by the beach. Your eyes fluttered a thousand times, panting and trying to exert more air back into your waterlogged lungs, before focusing on him. The moment your lips parted to call him out, you noted the angry expression on his face before the blond merman turned and dived down back into the water, swimming away at the speed of light.

“W-wait! Please, Harrison!”

You stood there, looking back and forth and as far out into the ocean as your eyes possibly could but Harrison was long gone by now.

“... Please, come back” you slowly whispered, gripping both of your hands over the front of your now heavy and completely soaked dress.

The way your heart thumped into overdrive was almost as painful as the heartbreak you experienced just moments before the fall.

* * * *

After sitting on the shore for the longest time, hoping with all your heart that the blond boy would come back, it became obvious after nearly an hour that he wasn't going to return. Shivering, you walked back towards the main straw hut and waved off all of your friends’ concerns, saying you just went for a little dip in the water.

The party winded down after awhile with everyone departing and respectively returning to their hotel. You went back and waited like a lost puppy on the wharf for Harrison as long as you could, looking out into the expansive beautiful blue ocean and slowly starting to realize why he hated it and didn't want to be anywhere near it.

It’s my fault. He didn't want anyone to know and I forced him to follow me around. He probably hates me now… but I'd just like to know if he's okay.

“(Y/N)!” Tom called out, joining and sliding himself next to you on the wharf. “I was about to head back to the hotel. Want to walk back together?”

He had such a kind and tender smile on his face, almost able to appease you with his slight rosy cheeks due to all the booze he had consumed. If only you'd fallen for someone as gentle and funny as him, maybe you wouldn't be longing for an elusive handsome merman right now.

“Thanks for the offer Tom, but… I think I'd like to stay a little longer, if that’s alright” you spoke softly, trailing off why you wanted to torture yourself any longer but you just hoped so much Harrison would come back.

“That’s totally fine, darling. Some people are still at the party, but don’t hesitate to text me if you want me to come back to not walk alone. Or I can even ask a staff member of our hotel to come here and escort you if you prefer. Just tell me, okay (Y/N)?”

You'd never been more grateful to have a friend you can trust like Tom; lovely, helpful and kind hearted. Stepping forward you surprised him with a hug and a soft thank you. After that, Tom said his goodbye's and left. You waited on the wharf another hour by walking back and forth to look at both sides of it, before deciding to sit at the edge. Almost another hour went by and now, it must of been nearly midnight as your doubts were high that the mysterious Harrison most certainly had no desire to ever see you ever again.

The party in the straw huts finally died down, the staff from the restaurant on the island now actively cleaning the mess done by the guests. Eventually, you laid down on the hard floorboard wharf with heavy thoughts that lulled you into a sleep where you dreamed about the warm and enamoring feelings of dancing against his toned and protective frame.

Some time later the sound of steps resonated on the wooden wharf, soon followed by a heavy sigh as someone bended down next to your side, running delicately the back of his knuckles along your cheek.

“I thought you would have left by now… silly.”

The mesmerizing deep octave of his voice jared you awake, a soft smile curving up on your lips at the sight of his astonishing emerald eyes. The blond man frowned before standing up and pulling away, turning around to immediately walk away from you but you suddenly jolted up to grab the back of his pastel hoodie he was now wearing, desperation in your fingertips.

“I'm sorry, Harrison— I… it's my fault. I won’t tell anyone, I promise—”

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

Harrison’s voice was monotone but his face was full of an abundance of emotions he just didn’t want you to see now.

“Y-Yes…” you whispered, letting go of his hoodie. “... I also just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that you didn’t get hurt…”

You smiled softly stepping up to his backside, placing your forehead against the middle of his back indulging for just a moment.

“Your fin is incredibly beautiful…”

One of his hands clenched over his heart, his brows furrowing together while he gnashed his teeth. When you let go and stepped back, the loss of your heat was actually incredibly startling as Harrison turned towards you, to then notice you already began walking away.

“I'm sorry for annoying you… I'll lea—”

“Stop apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong!” Harrison suddenly hissed, latching his hands onto your body from behind gripping your waist so tight it nearly felt like he was trembling.

The gruff sound of his voice had you flinching and your cheeks warming as he buried his astute chin into the fluffy tresses atop your head. His strong and tight grip seemed almost desperate that you weren't sure what to do but your fingers gently layered over his hands, petting and caressing his knuckles. Slowly, the blond man relaxed until his hold was lax enough for you to turn around and look up at his troubled expression. With a smile, you slid your arms around him and gave him a startling hug.

“I know you probably don't like hugs but… they can make people feel better sometimes.”

Such a soft sentence had his expression soften before his own hands slid up around your back, holding you snugly against his muscular chest. His heart was tranquil and steady like the ocean, maybe even as soothing as those blue waves as well. Harrison even had a delightful soft scent that was kind of addicting.

After a few moments, you parted while looking up at his rugged and handsome face. Those translucent and shining orbs were so alluring, so mesmerizing that within just a few seconds, you were leaning forward and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes until your lips were pressed against each other. His slender digits instantly cupped your cheek and slid the other into your hair where he returned the kiss full force.

Warmth washed over your body and simultaneously the words he'd spoken to you before, that had you detaching so abruptly that Harrison literally growled like a wolf full of primal desire.

“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that… But you have a girlfriend… b-but I can't stop myself from falling for you—”

You tried to turn away, but a yelp of utter surprise escaped your lips as the blonde boy tossed you down and pinned you against the floorboards of the wharf, not harshly to not hurt you.

“You're really naive, I don't have a girlfriend” Harrison rasped, cutting off whatever you wanted to say with another rough kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your startled whimper at his sudden furry. However you weren't about to stop him with the revelation that he lied to you.

The moment his hands let go of your wrist, they lifted and hazed right into the back of his messy dark blonde locks. Both of his own paws trailed lustfully down the shape of your womanly curves before pushing apart your legs and sliding his frame in between. Your skin warmed at the intimate contact of your lower halves pressing together, letting out the smallest moan.

“I don't want to get close to anyone, but you… You don't want to leave me alone or get out of my damn mind” Harrison husked, latching onto your bottom lip as he pulled away, giving it a nibble rough enough to have drool ebbing down your chin.

You panted up at him as the blonde man leaned down and trailed his lips along the soft skin of your neck.

"Ah— Harrison, I j-just wanted to get to know you” you murmured blushing, instinctively tilting your head unable to deny the want inside to feel more of his lips as he sucked on a tender piece of flesh here and there, until you could feel small love bites warming your neck.

“Then let’s get to know each other more… I'll start by getting to know your body, since you saw a part of mine I never wanted anyone else to see” Harrison hazed with a husky layer of desire, biting into the ridge of your ear while purposefully groping over the shape of your breasts, slithering his other hand up your dress.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he felt along the curves of your body, where you couldn't bring yourself to deny him and instead pushed at the back of his head just to press your lips back together. You could feel him smirking as Harrison gladly kissed you over and over again while feeling along the shape of your womanhood against your bikini bottoms.

“Ehem, excuse me but—”

Someone’s voice caught both your attention, trying to pause both of you as delicately as possible but your face was still incredibly red when your eyes locked with a waiter from the party as he found you in such a compromising position.

Pushing at Harrison’s chest you got him to sit up, even though he looked very displeased, but you merely grabbed his hand and pulled him along beside you.

“I'm s-sorry! We didn't mean to—… out here!” you softly apologized to the poor waiter but he shook his head, even if his face was slightly pink.

You were grateful you didn’t get caught into a way more embarrassing position, as you delicately leaded you both down the wharf to set foot on the sand again. Harrison didn’t said a single word but it seemed that the blond man was waiting for you to get further away from the restaurant, still along the beach before slamming you up against the closest palm tree, growling about how annoyed he was to be interrupted.

He snapped forward like a viper and claimed many more hot and heavy kisses, while sliding both hands around your hips and gripping the bottom of your ass to press you into his body as hard as possible. You whimpered at his roughness but tried to answer to his fervor, holding around his shoulders and neck as tightly as you could muster.

Sliding down your jaw Harrison bit into the side of your neck, pushing up your summer dress and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, just so he could grind against your thinly clothed core to his heart content.

“O-Oh! Harrison!” you mewled to him with heavy desire laced in your breath, tossing your head back as you felt how hard he was already in accurate details.

The blonde boy grinned wickedly, relieved you were a woman who could admit your pleasures and not be utterly shy about them. Extending his tongue he lapped slickly along your neck, trailing back up your jaw until you were kissing feverishly once again. His hips swayed back and forth, rocking into your body a most pleasurable rhythm that would of been even better if Harrison was actually taking you right here right now, but the stimulation was there and it was driving you insane.

You moaned into Harrison’s mouth, unhinged until he pulled away and watched you make erotic overstimulated faces and whimper about how close you were already, which had his ocean eyes wild with primal desire.

“Gonna cum already?” teased the blonde merman, never slowing down while pressing the tip of his still clothed girth up and down your slit over and over again. “We only began and yet I can feel how badly you're twitching already...”

You whined loudly at how unfair his words were, gripping the top of his hoodie for dear life as he bounced you into him until you reached the most startling orgasm unraveled. Harrison chuckled as you felt lax over his shoulder, before licking the ridge of your ear.

“Mhm, we're just getting started, (Y/N)... Hold on tight.”

A tired smile formed on your lips as you circled around him with both of your arms and legs, and let him carry you back… to the hotel you’re staying at. Your mind wanders a few seconds about how the blonde Adonis that was carrying you could have guessed the place you were staying at, as it was not the only resorts on the Maldives’ coast.

“I asked Tom before where you were staying… and also your room number, if you’re wondering” Harrison mumbled as if reading your mind, his lips also finding the skin of your neck again.

Still too intoxicated by Harrison’s previous ministrations, you only recognised now the familiar corridor of your hotel which lead to your room. Coming to a stop you heard the sound of a door opening - definitely your room as you caught a glimpse of the number written on it while walking past - then closing right after.

“You also forgot to ask Tom to give you back your key before he left, silly.”

You let out a little chuckle before hearing the click of the door lock and not even five seconds later, you were almost instantly thrown down onto your very soft queen size hotel bed, feeling the soft sheets against your hot skin. Harrison didn’t waste his time and just pulled his hoodie off his body, offering you a nice view of his well defined abs before hovering back on top of you.

“Now, take off your dress” he then possessively husked, staring deep into your eyes as he gave both of your thighs a firm squeeze.

Such a naughty demand had you skin tingling but after pulling you dress up just a smidgen, you surprised him with a mischievous grin before grabbing and tugging at the tail of his hoodie with no second thought about it. Oh, his eyes met your challenge but didn't stop you as he lifted his hands and let you yank it over his head and toss it randomly behind him.

“Want to unzip and take off my pants too, doll face?”

You giggled at his smug smirk and you being a little vixen, you gave the clear outline of his girth a slow stroke enough to elicit a very tiger like growl from his fine lips, before finally pulling up the thin material of your white summer dress and lifting your ass to pull it over your shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor.

His predator diamond eyes narrowed at the erotic site of you wearing a pink cotton candy bikini, which he could already see through your white dress when you got soaked in the ocean. Harrison watched you blush softly as he trailed both of his hands up your slightly tanned curves, but you smiled petting your own fingertips along his chest enjoying the shape of his astute muscles.

“You look like a piece of candy. I don't really like sweets but…”

He tiptoed his index and middle finger up from your belly button and startled you with the yank of your bikini top until it was easily sliding away from your body, leaving your breasts on full display.

“... I'll make an exception for you ‘cause you look rather delicious.”

Oh, his lips were wrapped around the closest nipple in a matter of seconds, his hot and wet tongue utterly divine as he lapped hazy wet circles while using his other hand to roll and pinch the other tit, smirking at the way you gasped his name and arched your back like you wanted more. The shape of his warm fingers were incredibly enticing.

Licking his lips Harrison switched to the other delectable nip, swaying his tongue back and forth, sucking hard enough to induce a juicy wet pop before trailing a warm kiss or two down your stomach. His sharp intense eyes noted the damp area that outlined your intimate lower lips, no doubt from your previous orgasm and the blonde couldn't help the modicum of pride he had for making you feel that good.

With a look up to your eyes, it was almost surprising that Harrison bothered to pause but you wanted him very much, and didn't mind at all to continue this night of pleasure. One at a time he loosened the loops you had on both sides of your bottoms before sliding the thin material away from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Your entire skin tingled at the way he took in the unhindered sight of of your naked body, but it wasn't that you were overly embarrassed by it… It was the look in his beautiful ocean eyes that admired your frame like he was noting it to memory. From the trail up your legs, to the intimate area of your womanhood, over your stomach and breasts, until Harrison settled on the way your hair perfectly framed your face.

Sliding over your body he leaned up and cupped your cheeks, edging down to capture your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss like he was thinking about something. You couldn't help but appreciate some tender displays of his attraction as you welcomed the sway of his slippery tongue into your mouth and used your own hands to pet up and down his back muscles.

You mumbled some incoherent words with a soft smile as Harrison swished back down to suck passionately against your rosy little buds. He chuckled against your skin while planting wet and hot kisses, sucking every tender piece of flesh your chest had as he trailed down your stomach and licked teasingly over your belly button, delighted with the little wiggle your body did.

“Come on (Y/N), I want to hear my name roll of your lips as I have my fill of your flavour” the blue eyed merman seductively husked, pushing apart your legs only to instantly glide his tongue down your wet slit. He nearly growled right away at the delightful flavour of your essence and even enjoyed the automatic slide of your hands into the back of his hair, moaning his name on repeat.

“Please Harrison... devour me.”

You pleaded in heavy desperation, tossing and turning your head as the blond man answered your desires by shoving his wet muscle deeply into your core and curling it up and down, thoroughly enjoying your womanly juices.

Harrison’s hands gripped your hips pulling you closer to his tongue, his hot and heavy breath of sexual desire hazing against your clit and inner walls forcing you to twitch and spasm with every new pulse of electrifying pleasure he was providing you. Pulling back he gave one of your lips a pop, getting off on the way your entire body trembled as he worked his tongue up to your clit and licked hazy circles before sucking on it like a delicious piece of candy.

“H-Harrison– o-oh f–!”

A wicked chuckle hazed against your intimate parts, sparing you a solitary glance that told you he had no intention of stopping any time soon. Turning back down to his pleasure swollen target, his tongue lapped at your nectar before swirling as he sucked roughly enough to have you writhing in ecstasy. With heavy lustful desire for you to cum on his tongue, Harrison slid a few of his fingers up against your lower lips caressing up and down to entice you in a sensual V-motion before inserting both his index and middle finger. You whimpered loudly and gave his hair an over stimulated yank, that he didn't seem to care about, as he thrusted back and forth in your walls and got off maliciously on how tight and warm your inner folds were.

All your moaning compliments seemed to feed his hungry desires as the blonde gave you a faster rhythm, sloshing your juices and feeling your pulsating walls in excruciatingly accurate intimate detail. It just took a few more seconds of his tongue pressing against your clit for you to scream out his name in the throws of another vision blurring orgasm. Your slick arousal completely coated his tongue and even the tips of his fingers as he pulled away and made it an erotic show to enjoy them thoroughly.

“Mmh, you taste pretty good…” Harrison complemented with a chuckle, watching as your face darkened with a heavy blush before turning away and whispering how much of a tease he was.

“I do like to tease you, but right now… I'd just like to fuck you as hard as possible. Ready, (Y/N)?”

Such a question made every hair on your arms and legs stand on end, as he showed you the clear haze of lust and desire reflected in his pretty diamond eyes. Instead of answering, you sat up for a brief moment and felt along his abs before working the zipper down on his shorts like he asked earlier, and helped rid him of their tight confines.

The sight of his well endowed cock had you biting the bottom of your lip before bravely stroking his length up and down a few times, planting a kiss or two against his chest. His expression softened before tilting your chin up and capturing your lips, too full of desire to enjoy the feeling of your soft fingertips as he pushed you backwards on the bed again to quickly place his stout leaking tip against your entrance.

Even with your warm cheeks you gladly lifted your legs up for him, and snaked your hands around his slender neck meeting the sway of his tongue as he got a nice grip on your hips and pressed his own forward filling you up completely with one deep penetrating thrust.

When he pulled back, you shared similar grins before meeting in the middle for several enamoring kisses. Moving his hands up to your breasts, Harrison trusted the grip of your legs around his lower back before he started thrusting his hips back and forth. Almost instantly drool ebbed down your combined lips, as you mewled haphazardly into his warm mouth.

The blonde man squished and squeezed both of your breasts, rolling your nubs in tune to his movements as he buried his cock deep within your walls, purposefully made it a mission to mess up your insides. It wouldn't take much, since he was already rocking your world more than any man had before and you had no problem moaning it to him.

“Oh, Haz! Y-You're m-making me so dizzy–!” you cried out, throwing your head back at the hot and intense sensation you were feeling.

“You love it for sure– s-shit, you're squeezing me so fucking good...!” Harrison growled, attacking the left side of your neck as he shifted both of his hands to the bottom of your ass, then began to roughly push and pull you to meet with every sway of his hips. The raunchy and addictive aroma of sex filled the air as you moaned and screamed his name, digging your nails into his back, no doubt leaving him some prominent scratches.

After several hot minutes of leaving you an abundance of hard to hide hickeys, the merman pulled back and lifted your legs away from his waist, holding them up to spread wide apart so he could fuck and thrust as deeply into your walls as quickly as he wanted. Drool drizzled down your lips as you pressed both of your hands flatly at his fine toned chest, drowning in the utter euphoria he was giving you.

Your eyes rolled back, pretty whines and whimpers leaving your luscious lips, caressing a hand against his cheek watching his expression soften before he told you to lay back. Once you'd instantly complied Harrison leaned over your body propping up your legs to stay intimately splayed wide apart but he also interlocked both of his hands with yours and held onto you tightly.

You smiled widely against his fine lips as he captured yours, loving the feeling of his long and slender fingers not to mention how incredibly hot and sweaty his entire muscular frame was. This handsome man on top of you was really getting his workout on, and you loved every single bit of the pleasure he was able to give you.

With the lewd swishing of your tongues all over each other, the knot in the pit of your stomach was nearly at its boiling point and with your mouth covered you couldn't tell him. It really didn't matter honestly, you would rather swap saliva anyway as the blonde’s wonderful kisses felt sensational and divine you wouldn't dare give up the flavor of his lips.

Harrison must of felt the same way, as he barely seemed to be breathing during his hot and heavy make out. However he did pull away once he felt the unmistakable throb of your inner walls beginning to convulse against his cock, making him give you the vigor his muscular body could offer a woman like you as he slammed into your core over and over.

As soon as you let out an echoing orgasmic scream, Harrison held your body down and pressed his cock as deep into your pulsating core as possible, making you tremble with the searing hot wave of his arousal filling you up and leaking down your inner thighs, while he pulled away with the most primal grunt of his own desire. Instantly he collapsed down on top of your body, making you groan out how incredibly heavy he was, but your hands still lifted and caressed his back up and down as if trying to soothe him despite how haggard your own pleasured body was feeling.

After several minutes of combined heavy and exhausted panting, Harrison slid to your side where you followed his movement, smiling at him. Lifting you hand you hesitated for a solitary second before pressing it against his astute cheek,caressing his soft cheekbone. His expression seemed relaxed, so you decided to lean closer and give him a small kiss.

Harrison returned your soft peck, sliding one of his arms around your hip and yanking you closer a bit harshly which caused you to make an adorable squeaking noise. The sound of his laughter was alleviating as you pulled away and nestled into his chest, listening to his rhythmic soothing heartbeat.

“Are we even, Mister Merman?” you said with a chuckle.

“It was never about that, silly…” Harrison mumbled while holding you close, finding the smell of your hair softly reminding him the one of the ocean. And the blond man had to admit it was a scent that he found relaxing when on you. “I hate the ocean because I can't control the transformation, as you saw earlier… Being a creature of the sea is a curse, (Y/N).”

A soft frown formed on your face before you placed a tender kiss against the middle of his torso.

“We are opposites then, because I love the ocean so much. Swimming and walking along the beach are very relaxing” you whispered to him, using the tip of your index finger to trace a small circle along his abs, another thing he found soothing.

“That's what I thought at first” Harrison started again, “I grew up in the water but then, I liked being on land so much more that I moved to the city and got the opportunity to have an amazing job. But the sea won't stop calling me... and I can't avoid it. I just want to be free… I want to be human.”

His grip tightened, and it just broke your heart that he felt so trapped.

“I can't cure you, Haz… I-I don't know how to help you but…” you gulped down the fear inside your guts before tilting your head up to admire the handsome features of his face.

“But your fin is so beautiful, shining under the moonlight like diamonds… Please don't resent how enchanting that form is.”

His ocean eyes rose before a tint of enamoring pink dusted his cheeks and he had to look away. Sure people have said he was handsome and all before, but no one has ever said “enchanting” when referring to his true merman form. The feeling Harrison had about you from before came back, the reason he had a hard time avoiding you and getting close.

Turning back to face you his expression was calm and at the same time a little hard to read, but his hand lifted and swayed into the soft messy tresses of your hair before pushing your head forward until your lips softly smooched together for a warm kiss. You enjoyed each other’s flavour for a few seconds then went back to cuddling close together under the sheets.

“I sensed it before” Harrison whispered against your lips, “and I didn't want to admit it but you give me these waves... that are like the ocean. Soft and tranquil, like the morning breeze. But beneath the surface you hide the storm brewing inside, constantly…”

You carefully listened to him, not daring to say a single word as you may know where he was going with that talk.

“Don't do that anymore. I won't let you feel lonely, (Y/N). Ever.”

Tears formed in your eyes. That mixed bag of feelings which composed your person was clearly hard to decipher, even more for someone who didn’t really know you beforehand, but the man in front of you did it. So clearly and astutely it was almost shocking, but you were so grateful it was a man like him.

Lifting both your hands you wrapped them around Harrison’s neck and pecked him softly not just once but twice on the lips, delighted in the teasing little smile adorning his lips before you rested against the pillow in front of him.

“Alright. But I hope… that you will show me your pretty tail fin again, one day” you said, smiling kindly at him.

“Out of all the words, ‘pretty’... really?” Harrison noted, a little blush making its way back on his cheeks with a pout. “At least say ‘enchanting’ again…”

That adorable reaction of his made you giggle, and even if Harrison didn’t dare to say it out loud (yet), that sound ringed beautifully to his ears. Ahe he wanted to preserve it at all costs.

“But if you’re a good girl, I'll show you tomorrow night when no one else is around… and maybe we will do it again in that form?”

“H-Harrison!” you blushed hard in a stutter, not expecting that cheeky remark from the dreamy merman you were sharing your bed with.

As they say, there is a first time for everything...

Oh well.

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excelsi-or · 4 years ago

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just a little sweeter (pt. 15)

Happy 2021 everyone!!!

Two more parts after this, friends!

BIPOC rec: White Rage by Carol Anderson. It’s heavy and factual, but short.

w.c. 1.4k (kinda angsty, slight fluff)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6; pt.7; pt.8; pt. 9; pt. 10; pt. 11; pt. 12; pt. 13; pt. 14

“[…] not to be a perfect couple, but to be a couple who knows how to have a duel when a duel needs to be had. I hope that’s what you get too, […]. A bit of sully in your sweet. Not perfection, but real love. Not what you imagine, but what you’d never dream.”

-Cheryl Strayed (Sugar)

She unlocks Jihoon’s apartment door after picking Eunha up from daycare. Both she and Jihoon agreed that maybe it was time that Eunha started spending time with kids her own age in a sort of learning setting. It also means that there are a few hours when neither of them is watching Eunha and can focus on work. They found a daycare that aligned with her hours at the café so that she could pick Eunha up while Jihoon dropped her off in the morning.

“What do you want for a snack, kiddo?”

“Grilled cheese?”

“With juice?”

“With juice!” Eunha exclaims. She bounces up and down, their hands still intertwined.

A voice calls out to them. “Eunha?”

Her brow furrows and she looks down at Eunha who is pulling at her hand. She keeps a tight grip on Eunha’s hand as they walk into the living room. She scoops up Mochi who is offering scared barks under Jihoon’s desk.

“Who… are you?” she asks.

Sitting on the far couch is a woman she’s never seen before. The way that Eunha’s face lights up suggests that it’s her mother.

“Omma!” Eunha exclaims.

She releases Eunha’s hand so that Eunha can run and hug her.

The woman lets Eunha run between her legs so that she can curl around her. The woman kisses the top of Eunha’s head before meeting her eyes across the room. “I’m Yeri.” Yeri gives her a once over. “You must be Jihoon’s new girlfriend. My mother told me he was seeing someone.” There’s a glint in Yeri’s eyes that she doesn’t quite understand. “Didn’t realize it was so serious.” She juts her chin in the direction of Mochi. “Jihoon never wanted a dog with me.”

“Uhm… I’m going to make grilled cheese sandwiches.” She still hasn’t worked out how Yeri got into the apartment. She can’t hear the shower running or any movement in either bedroom, suggesting that Jihoon isn’t home. “Do you want one?”

“No.” Yeri smiles. “I won’t stay long. Just wanted to say hi to my baby. I don’t like to visit when Jihoon’s home.”

Welp.

She blinks in surprise at that statement, but doesn’t say anything. She heads into the kitchen and takes a few steadying breaths.

True to her word, Yeri doesn’t stay long. She leaves after Eunha shows her mother all the paintings she did in school. Yeri says all the right things, admiring Eunha’s artistic ability and cooing over the stories.

When Eunha is sitting in front of the TV, half falling asleep, half colouring, she calls Jihoon.

“Hey, I’m just about to go to practice. What’s up?” he answers.

She cuts to the chase then. “Your ex-girlfriend was here, and it would have been nice to know that she was coming.”

“What?”

She repeats her sentence slowly. “Your ex-girlfriend,” she pauses, “was here,” pause, “and it would have been nice,” elongated pause, “to know that she was coming.”

“I didn’t know Yeri was coming over,” Jihoon insists. A conversation happens on his end. She catches him saying something about being late to practice. “She has a key. I gave her one a while back. She’d just started her rehab program and was staying at a facility. I went to visit her with Eunha once and she was worried that Eunha would forget who she was.”

“Where does the key come in?”

“I gave her a key so she could stop by whenever. I didn’t want her to feel like a stranger.”

“That would have been nice to know, Jihoon. I spend so much time at your apartment on my own with Eunha.”

“I—”

“She literally told me that she doesn’t like to visit when you’re here. When else is she going to come? She knows you have a girlfriend!”

“Of course she knows,” Jihoon argues. “I told her parents about you.”

She presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose to ease the sudden headache. “Let’s just talk about this later. You have somewhere to be.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”

She wakes to someone shaking her. She bolts upright and looks around, trying to get her bearings.

“Jagi, it’s just me,” Jihoon whispers.

She sighs and lays back on the couch. “What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“I need to get home.” She scoops up Mochi.

“Why don’t you just stay here?” Jihoon asks, following her to the door.

“Because I don’t know if I feel comfortable sleeping here now that I know your ex can wander in at any moment.”

“She hasn’t actually wandered in at any moment in the last two years we’ve been together.”

“Except today.” She slips into her shoes.

“Jagi, wait. Shouldn’t we talk about this first?”

She stands in front of his door, ready to bolt. Unexpectedly seeing someone lounging on a couch that she and Jihoon have definitely had sex on, his ex-girlfriend especially, makes her sick to her stomach. “I just don’t understand why she was just… in here.”

Jihoon nods. He eases Mochi out of her arms and tugs her hand towards the kitchen. He takes the seat furthest from the door. She sits, her eyes on her puppy’s sleeping face instead of Jihoon’s.

“When Yeri went to get help for her drinking, she was worried that she would be gone for so long that Eunha would forget who she was. Her parents and I thought it was better if Eunha didn’t see her until she’d recovered.” He adds, “Yeri was really bad when the drinking was bad. Her parents didn’t want Eunha to remember her like that.”

“So, your solution was to give her a key to your place?” She shakes her head in disbelief.

“For when she got out of rehab and was better.” Jihoon strokes Mochi’s head. “Then she could come and stop by whenever she wanted to see Eunha. It was like a peace offering.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me any of that?”

“Jagi, like I said, we’ve been together for two years and she’s never used it.”

“Well why do you think she was here?”

“I don’t know. I stopped trying to figure Yeri out a long time ago.”

They sit in silence for a while.

“Are you going to stay?”

She sighs and shakes her head. “No. I don’t…”

“Jagi, tell me what you need from me.”

“I can’t!” She stands and heads to the door.

“What’s wrong, jagi? I really don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I can’t ask you to get that key back from Yeri, because it’s your apartment and Eunha is your and her child. Asking you to do that for me feels like it would be stepping over a boundary.” She holds her arms out for Mochi. “And I don’t feel comfortable here knowing she can come in at any time. So I need to… I need to work out how I feel better coming here knowing that.”

Jihoon’s brow furrows. He tries to figure out if she’s breaking up with him or not. It doesn’t sound like a breakup, but it also seems like they haven’t resolved anything.

“I’ll pick Eunha tomorrow after daycare if you still would like me to do that.”

“Jagi, you’re… confusing me.” He moves closer and she doesn’t push him away. They don’t want to squish Mochi, so he holds her shoulders to keep her eyes on him. “Are you breaking up with me?”

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “No. I just need to navigate this… new revelation.”

“I can ask Yeri to give the key back if it really bothers you that much.”

“But—”

“This is my home. You are my girlfriend and I love you. Yes, Eunha is Yeri’s child, but there are other ways she can see Eunha. I’ll ask her for the key back.”

“Jihoon.”

“Honestly, until you mentioned it, I’d forgotten she even had it. Which means that she shouldn’t have it.” He kisses her forehead. “I’ll let you know when I talk to her.”

“Okay.” She smiles a little. “Thank you.”

“Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#woozi #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #Lee Jihoon #lee jihoon scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt

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liliesoftherain · 4 years ago

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 17 Thank you, dad.

Masterlist

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Once the last match was concluded, an announcement was made overhead to take a short break before heading out onto the field. However, since you managed to score yourself a place in the top four, you had to go to a specific area to get ready for the awards ceremony. You waved goodbye to your classmates before making your way down, thankfully not getting lost along the way.

You were met with a crazy sight once you arrived, your jaw dropping while making eye contact with--

Bakugou?

“Uh,” you point at his raging form, who only shouts more once he sees you, “what’s going on with him?”

“GLOW WORM, MELT THESE FUCKING RESTRAINTS OFF RIGHT NOW--”

“Bakugou is being, well, uncooperative,” Midnight sighs, rubbing her temple, “we were forced to use.. Extreme measures to insure he doesn’t hurt himself or any-”

“I’LL FUCKING HURT YOU IF YOU DON’T-”

You hold back a gasp as what looks like a muzzle is placed around his mouth by another staff member, choosing to look back at Midnight as he rages even harder.

“He’s been like this since he woke up. He still has to accept the first place prize, he did win after all.”

Next to Bakugou was Todoroki, as calm and collected as ever, a wild contrast compared to the former. Todoroki looks at you, and you feel your heart squeeze. You wanted to say something, but the words you had to say were a conversation for another day. You look away, getting on top of the third place concrete podium.

“Now that you’re all here and in place, I’ll be heading back up to the grounds to do the announcing! Relax kiddos, and Bakugou… Please calm down.”

“Uh, Midnight, wasn’t I supposed to share this with Iida? What do you mean we’re all here?”

“Oh,” she stops and looks at you, “Iida had some family thing come up, he had to leave early. Don’t worry, he’ll still get the recognition. Just enjoy the awards ceremony, okay?”

You nod as she takes her leave, wondering what could have possibly happened for him to miss this.

“Hakamata.”

You snap your head to the right, looking past the still struggling Bakugou and lock eyes once more with Todoroki. Blinking in surprise, you bring a hand up to your mouth in a nervous habit.

“Yes?”

“…Thank you.”

You stare at him with confusion, unsure why he was thanking you. At the beginning of all of this, he was determined to think of you as nothing more than a pest--

But now…

“Oh, uhm-”

“MMFMAMUPH!”

Muffled screams cut you off, and you shake your head with an amused laugh as Bakugou extends his leg to try to kick Todoroki. The boy just sighs, stepping to the side to be out of the others reach, eyes then looking straight ahead and ignoring everything.

Your father always did talk about the importance of appearances after all.

“Geez Bakugou-” His attention snaps to you, and you awkwardly laugh and figure you shouldn’t say anything else in fear of him losing his cool even more.

The ground shakes slightly after; a muffled voice speaking above announcing the start of the awards ceremony causes you to stand tall, with arms shoved into your pockets to avoid them awkwardly hanging by your sides. You made sure to throw your jacket back on, along with fixing yourself up, so you know you didn’t look terrible despite the few bandages along your arms and face.

The sound of fireworks and cheering now more clear as you settle above the ground, the students in the field surround the front of the podium--

Front row seats.

The attention makes you freeze momentarily, but you relax when you realize all eyes are on Bakugou. You hear the said boy struggle harder, causing you to awkwardly look away as if you didn’t know him.

“In addition to (y/n) Hakamata, there is also Tenya Iida in third place, who was unable to be here due to family reasons! Thank you for understanding,” Midnight winks at the camera, “Now, we will award the medals! The presentation will, of course, be by the one and only--”

She was cut off by booming laughter, and you look up to see the eccentric number one hero jump off the roof and land smoothly in front of the winners podium. Midnight offers the awards, allowing AllMight to take them with his ever-present smile before walking over to you. You can’t help the excited blush that spreads across your cheeks as he jumps onto your slab of concrete.

“Ah, young Hakamata, congratulations,” he places a bronze medallion around your neck, the weight of it against your chest brings a feeling of pride, “You are a wonderful young lady, one who has shown strength, courage, and intelligence in your battles.”

“Thank you…”

“Don’t look so down!”

You let out a squeak of surprise as AllMight pulls you into a soft hug, giving your head a few encouraging pats.

“I can tell you feel frustrated; you see, sometimes our quirks don’t work the way we want them to, and the setbacks they provide frustrate us to no end. You want to do more than what you can handle, and with a bit of training I’m sure you can mold your quirk to be what you want it to. Setbacks will be less frequent, and you’ll prevail in the end. Don’t let this stop you from achieving what you want, young Hakamata.”

You shyly wrap your arms around the hero, as far as your arms could go anyway, basking in his warmth before pulling away. He pulls away as well, giving you a softer grin than before and a thumbs up for good measure.

“Thank you sir!”

AllMight moves to give Todoroki his second place medal, and you stare straight ahead across the sea of faces. Thoughts swirl in your head, but for once you’re at peace.

For once, you finally feel like you’ve proven you’re enough.

Even if your dad has told you over and over of your worth, ever since he found out what she did to you all those years, you’ve always had that doubt in the back of your mind.

But now, by making it on your own, you felt like you didn’t have much left to prove.

Besides becoming a better hero than she could ever be, of course.

“Now, young Bakugou!”

You break free from your thoughts as the winner of the tournament screams as soon as his makeshift muzzle is taken off. Deadpanning as AllMight is forced to put the ribbon in his mouth, as he dodged the attempts to place it around his neck.

“You’re so stubborn Bakugou…” Your whisper, which was meant to be unheard, was anything but as Bakugou’s feral gaze lands on your form.

You look away, whistling innocently as AllMight made his ending speech.

“Well, they were the winners this time! But listen here, anyone could have ended on these podiums. It’s just as you saw, competing! Improving each other! And climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely growing! So, I have one more thing to say! SAY IT WITH ME!”

“PLUS ULTRA!-”

“THANKS FOR YOUR HARD WORK!”

“...ALLMIGHT-”

-----

The day was over, but you still had to change back into your uniform and head to your classroom to receive instructions. You sighed, finally feeling the fatigue kicking in sitting at your desk, half listening to Aizawa as he drones on about ProHero recruitment and having the rest of the school week off to recuperate.

You weren’t worried about the internships, knowing you could always go with your dad to his.

The class was dismissed and you walked out of the school, hand coming up to cover the yawn that left your lips. You couldn’t wait to go home, to eat a big dinner and take a nice hot bath--

“Hakamata.”

You turn around, confused to see Todoroki there. It was weird, he’s called out to you many times today...

He seems to hesitate, standing in front of you. You raise a brow, wondering what could have the Shoto Todoroki talking to you casually about. Sure, you cheered him on, stopped him in the hallways to personally wish him luck..

Granted, you suppose you have been calling out to him plenty of times as well.

“Ah, Todoroki? What’s wrong?”

He also did fix your arm, when he could have easily let you deal with it-

Oh no, was this about listening in on him with Bakugou?

He couldn't have found out about you spying on him, could he have!?

“Hakamata, I need to ask you-”

“Shoto.”

You mutter a thank you, looking back at Todoroki who glared at the Pro.

A booming voice cuts him off, and you can see the way Todoroki tenses at the sound. You turn your head, gaze locking with the infamous Endeavor once more.

“Ah, it’s you again,” his voice sounds smug, and you think back to the previous conversation you had with the pro, “good to see you again. Congratulations on third place.”

“Todo-”

“I’ll see you at school, Hakamata.”

His tone is short and stiff as he walks away, past his father who continues to stare at you. He grins, eyes narrowing in thought before he turns and walks away.

“Yes, see you soon, Hakamata-san.”

You watch as Todoroki’s fists clench by his sides at the words, yet saying nothing as they both disappear from view.

You're nervous, annoyed, pissed, and concerned all at once, not knowing what to do. You had half the intention to run at him and once again give him a piece of your mind--

“(y/n) sweetheart, there you are.”

A smoother voice brings you out of your state of unease, and you turn with a smile.

“Dad! I thought you had to go back to the agency!”

He laughs, hands smoothing your hair down and eyes holding his smile.

“I wanted to take you home, let’s get going. You must be exhausted.”

You hum in agreement, holding your father's arm as he walks you to the car he brought.

“I’m proud of you, you fought hard today.”

“It was all thanks to you.” You say honestly, thinking of every single moment your dad has ever been there for you.

“Don’t brush off your accomplishments, sweetheart, you did this on your own.” His words are stern yet soft, letting you know he meant what he said.

You only hum once more in agreement, letting him open the door for you as you shuffle into the backseat, him following after and closing the door while letting the driver know he could go.

‘If only you knew how much hope you’ve really given me... Thank you, dad.’

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