#and laught nervously too

[angelsdxmise]

Kiss me!

bakugo x gn reader (wc. 1k)

How your first (and sudden) kiss went with Bakugo.

Warnings: profanity

a/n: Please send me some requests! Enjoy the fic ❤️

Neither of you have had your first kiss yet.

While Bakugo didn’t seem to give it a slight glance, your heart fluttered with the simple thought of who or how it may go.

Which is one of the reasons you regret coming to this hangout. Mina and Ochaco were interrogating you.

“You seem to be super close with Bakugo these days y’know,” Mina whispered, merely 3 inches from your face. “Aren’t you guys technically dating?”

“Whaaaat?.. We’re just friends Mina!” You swallowed back the lump in your throat. “I mean, he’s cute or whatever, sure. I’m completely positive he doesn’t like me, he’s not like that and you know it.” She sighed in disappointment, sitting back.

Ochaco giggled, “I can’t recommend a lot of advice I usually would because Izuku’s practically the opposite of Bakugo,” Hums of approval came from you and Mina.

“But I do think he’s much sweeter around you..”

Your lips curled up, a familiar warmth covering your face. You fidgeted your fingers and rocked side to side to try to conceal your embarrassment. “Really? Is that good? Does it mean anything?!” You were practically beaming with excitement and hope.

Mina smiled at your flustered expression, “Of course it’s good! You know nothing about love, do you?” she inquired. You gulped at that thought.

“I watch romance movies I guess?..”

“Uh-huh..” Ochaco and Mina both sighed.

You attempted to recall your conversation with Bakugo earlier. “We planned a hangout tomorrow night. We were going to watch—“

“WHAAAT?!”

You slightly flinched at the girl’s squeals. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Mina asked, you could practically see her thoughts as she imagined a cliche romantic scene between you and him.

“We can totes help you out!” Ochaco was practically jumping with joy. A smile was plastered across your face, but nervousness still lay there underneath.

“It’s okay, I’m sure this will go smoothly.”

You and Bakugo were sitting on his bed, shoulders touching and your backs against the bed frame. You’d been watching a movie on his laptop and occasionally cracking jokes with each other.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna watch the Titanic? C’mon, please!” You begged, you had been asking him for days to watch it with you.

“I said no! I hate that sad crap. I said Insidious!” He snarled, he didn’t want to watch it. Honestly, you both had enjoyed horror movies on any movie nights you had together, but tonight you wanted to try something different. Especially since you never really watched sad movies.

“What, are you afraid you’re gonna cry?” You snorted. Your smile faded when he didn’t respond.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

“SHUT UP IDIOT!”

He nearly exploded you to bits and made you vow on your soul to not tell anyone.

Too tired to even keep debating, you settled on watching Insidious. Although you didn’t regret it you were still a little snarky after not getting to watch the Titanic.

Especially since you both abandoned the movie a while ago.

A cold breeze passes through the room, and you two are nearly cuddling each other. Laying on your sides facing each other, just talking. You had your head resting on your palm.

Throughout the laughter and constant giggles, you calmed down a little and looked at his eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty, y’know?” A slight whisper came from you, he thought he wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t paying the most attention to you.

“Hah?” His movements abruptly stopped for a second as he stared at you.

“What?”

“I guess you’re pretty too, or whatever.”

You had the feeling this was what they were talking about. Mina mentioned that it’s always a little awkward, you’re just teenagers after all.

“No way! You’re capable of compliments?” You covered your mouth to try to hide your laughter.

“If you don’t shut up in the next 5 seconds I WILL blow you to the deepest pit of hell!” He growled and you were exploding with laughter at his aggression.

For a moment he stopped and time seemed to slow down.

You looked perfect. Your laughter was music to his ears. Nothing else seemed to matter, not the booms of Kaminari and Kirishima’s yells as they immersed themselves in their video game, not the sound of the movie still playing in the background.

You seemed to notice too, and you both held eye contact. Even though the tips of your ears were seemingly getting hotter, and you were starting to fidget in nervousness.

He was starting to get light-headed too. He doesn’t process his actions when he puts his hand in your palm, interlinking your fingers while his thumb rubs the back of your hand.

“Mina told me something earlier..”

Your eye twitched as he spoke. What the hell?!

“Oh yeah..? What’d she say..” You mumbled, already planning your escape as you impatiently waited for his next words.

He sighed, “Y/n, I think you know,” he glanced away for a moment. “I don’t know how to do this stuff.”

“And you think I do?” You tried to lighten up the mood, and thankfully it worked. He looked back at your eyes, the smallest smile appearing on his face. Which made you realize something.

Were you guys even closer than before? Why is your leg touching his?

Oh god. I’m gonna puke. Your teeth chattered a little. His palm was warm though.. not like you wanted to let go. You held onto his hand too, scooting a little closer.

“Wait, are we about to kiss?” Bakugo nearly fainted at your question. “I guess? Does it look like I know what I’m doing?!”

“I mean, is it okay if?—” You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, a small peck. He stopped you from pulling away and initiated another kiss.

You both closed your eyes, and it felt like you were on cloud nine.

When you both pulled away, your lips were only about an inch apart, and you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

“Your lips are warm too.” You uttered, looking back up at him.

“You’re a terrible kisser.” He deadpanned, snorting at what just happened.

“Are you serious, Bakugo?”

“Call me Katsuki.”

7/4/24 💕

[amirasainz]

I was wondering if you could write a Pierre x reader where it’s kinda like your lance one where they’re having a photo shoot but things get spicy

Oh my god. It's been so long since I wrote an Amira Sainz story. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to write one again.

Guys, you can always send me requests for anything❤️

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

No Part 2

The Perfect Shot

The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays shimmering off the azure waves surrounding the luxurious yacht. The gentle rocking of the boat created a soothing rhythm, the sound of laughter mingling with the soft lapping of water against the hull. Amira stood at the edge of the deck, the salty breeze playing with her long, dark hair. She wore a stunning black swimsuit that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure. The elegant jewellery she adorned sparkled like stars against her sun-kissed skin, while her high heels lent her an air of sophistication even on a yacht.

Pierre leaned against the railings, wearing nothing but stylish swimming trunks that showcased his athletic build. He adjusted his sleek sunglasses, his heart racing at the sight of Amira. They were friends, of course—he had spent many weekends with the Sainz family, enjoying their hospitality and bonding with Carlos. But today, it felt different; the atmosphere was charged with a tension that made Pierre’s palms sweat.

“Are you ready, Amira?” he called, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Just a second!” she replied, turning to face him, the sunlight illuminating her face. “I want to make sure I look perfect for these shots!”

Pierre stepped closer, trying to keep his composure. “You already look perfect. You’re going to steal the spotlight, not just from the yacht but from the ocean itself.”

Amira blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink as she adjusted the necklace around her neck. “Stop it, you’re making me nervous!” She giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “This is just a fun photoshoot, right?”

“Fun? Absolutely! But also a chance for me to get some incredible pictures of you,” Pierre teased, stepping back to take a mental snapshot of her. “Just think of it as practice for when you become a model.”

“Me? A model?” Amira laughed, tilting her head in disbelief. “I think I’d trip and fall before the camera even clicked!”

“Not with me around to catch you,” Pierre shot back, his heart skipping at the thought. “Besides, you’ll be too busy stunning everyone with that smile of yours.”

With a playful eye roll, Amira joined him on the deck. “Okay, let’s get started before I change my mind!”

The photographer, a well-known professional with a reputation for capturing breathtaking moments, was already set up with his camera, ready to catch every smile, laugh, and spontaneous moment. “Alright, you two! Let’s get some warm-up shots. Amira, why don’t you sit on Pierre’s lap for the first pose?”

Amira’s eyes widened, and she shot a glance at Pierre. He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the rapid beating of his heart. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

With a hesitant smile, she sat down on his lap, her heart racing for entirely different reasons now. The warmth of Pierre’s body radiated against her, and she couldn’t help but notice how close they were. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Perfect,” Pierre whispered, leaning in slightly so their faces were mere inches apart. “Just relax and have fun.”

As the camera clicked, Pierre wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her securely. “You know, you look absolutely stunning like this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “The sea has nothing on your beauty.”

Amira giggled, feeling a thrill from the compliment. “You’re just saying that to make me blush!”

“I would never lie about something so important,” he replied, his tone playful yet sincere. “Trust me, you’re the highlight of my day.”

As they posed, Amira felt more comfortable, her laughter mingling with Pierre’s teasing remarks. He whispered sweet nothings that made her heart flutter, each comment bringing them closer. “What if I told you I’d never want to take my eyes off you?” he murmured, leaning closer.

“Is that a line?” she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Maybe it’s a promise,” he replied softly, his eyes sparkling behind the lenses of his sunglasses.

After a few more poses, the photographer suggested they change locations to the front of the yacht. “Let’s try a more dynamic shot! Amira, stand at the edge while Pierre holds your waist from behind.”

Amira moved to the edge, her heart pounding as Pierre stepped behind her. She felt his hands at her waist, grounding her, and the ocean breeze blew her hair back dramatically. “Are you scared?” he asked, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine.

“A little,” she admitted, glancing back at him. “But I feel safe with you.”

“Good,” he replied, leaning in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. “Just remember to breathe. And if you fall, I’ll catch you.”

The photographer snapped away, capturing the moments of joy, laughter, and undeniable chemistry between them. As Amira leaned forward to pose, Pierre’s grip tightened, and he couldn’t resist whispering, “You know, if you keep looking that beautiful, I might just have to keep you on this yacht forever.”

“Is that so?” she teased, her heart racing. “And what would we do here? Just take photos all day?”

Pierre chuckled, his face lighting up. “Well, I can think of a few other things…” His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air, thick with tension.

“Oh really? Like what?” Amira prompted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Like maybe having a little dance party on the deck, just us and the ocean,” he suggested, the playful glint in his eyes making her laugh. “Or a sunset picnic, where I can show you my cooking skills… or lack thereof.”

Amira’s laughter rang out, bright and genuine. “I’d love that, but we might need to stick to takeout unless you plan to burn the yacht down!”

“Touché! Let’s focus on the photoshoot for now,” Pierre said, laughing. “But remember, I have plenty of ideas.”

As they continued to pose, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over everything. Pierre’s playful side came out as he tried to make Amira laugh in every shot, pulling funny faces and whispering the most ridiculous compliments. “You know, if you don’t stop being this cute, I might really fall for you,” he joked, though a part of him meant every word.

“Good luck with that! I’m pretty clumsy,” she replied, laughing as she adjusted her hair.

Pierre smirked, “Clumsy is charming! It’s like a bonus point in the dating world.”

“Oh really? Is that how it works?” Amira shot back, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“It’s my philosophy,” he said, “and I might just have to test it out someday.”

Amira felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a flutter of excitement dancing in her chest. “Maybe we should make a deal then,” she suggested, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“A deal?” Pierre raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Yes! If you can make me laugh in the next few poses, I’ll agree to a sunset picnic,” she said, her smile infectious.

“Challenge accepted!” he grinned. “You won’t know what hit you.”

With renewed energy, they continued posing. Pierre made silly faces, spun around, and even tried to dance, making Amira laugh uncontrollably. The photographer captured every moment, but it was the chemistry between them that truly shone through the lens.

Finally, the photographer suggested a final pose as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of pink and orange. “Let’s do something romantic. Amira, sit on the edge, and Pierre, come behind her again, but this time, wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close.”

Amira’s breath caught as she followed the direction. She perched on the edge of the yacht, feeling the cool breeze against her skin. Pierre stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chest pressed against her back. “You’re going to fall!” she teased, turning her head to look at him.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he whispered, his breath tickling her neck. “Just hold on tight.”

As they posed, Pierre leaned closer, his lips almost grazing her skin. “You know, this moment is perfect,” he murmured, a seriousness replacing the playfulness. “I can’t imagine sharing it with anyone else.”

Amira felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. “You’re making me blush again!”

“That’s my job,” Pierre said, a playful smirk on his face. “Now smile for the camera, beautiful.”

As the photographer captured the moment, Amira turned her head slightly, and their lips brushed ever so lightly. Both froze, the air thick with tension as their eyes met. Pierre’s heart raced, and he felt a rush of boldness. “Amira, I…”

Before he could finish, Amira interrupted, her voice barely a whisper. “Maybe we should focus on the photos…”

But Pierre couldn’t resist the urge. “What if I told you I really like you, Amira? Like, a lot,” he confessed, his voice low and sincere.

Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight. “Really?” she asked, searching his face for sincerity.

“Absolutely. You’re amazing—funny, sweet, and beautiful. I can’t help it,” he admitted, his arms tightening around her as if to emphasize his words.

Amira felt a rush of warmth in her chest. “I had no idea you felt that

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The conference room buzzed with energy as Carlos and Charles sat across from each other, going over strategy for the upcoming race. The air was thick with anticipation until Carlos's phone buzzed incessantly on the table.

“¿Qué demonios?!” Carlos exclaimed, his eyes widening as he glanced at the screen. Photos of Amira in her black swimsuit, giggling and wrapped in Pierre’s arms on the yacht, flooded his notifications.

“Carlos?” Charles asked, noticing the sudden shift in his friend’s demeanor.

Carlos stood up, pacing the room, his fists clenching. “¡Maldita sea! This is unacceptable!” he swore in Spanish, frustration boiling over. “What the hell was Pierre thinking?”

Charles, looking pale, muttered, “I didn’t know… I thought they were just friends…”

Carlos shot him a look, his protective instincts kicking in. “Just friends? Look at those pictures! He’s all over her!”

Charles buried his head in his hands, his world crumbling. “Oh my God, please, no... Amira, no,” he murmured, instinctively praying in Italian, “Per favore, proteggila!”

Fred, sitting at the head of the table, sighed heavily, clearly done with the chaos. “Calm down, Carlos! You’re acting like a child. We have a meeting!”

“Not until I deal with this,” Carlos shot back, determination etched on his face. “I’m going to strangle Pierre!”

“Calm down before you end up on the front page of the tabloids,” Fred replied, exasperated, rubbing his temples.

As Carlos continued to pace, Charles whispered a silent prayer for Amira’s safety and asked God to give him the chance to do a photoshoot with her next.

[carbohydratedfella]

Image by @/nic-coughlan

Stu x Male!Reader

>>You and Stu share your love for Knifes and Gore

>>I made this for a friend @thebugpaint . This is gonna be us when I drag your ass to Brazil. Not proofread

>>CW/TW: Somewhat suggestive knife on skin action bcs what else do bros do. Knifes, gore, uhh idk very cringe and self indulgend

>>1000+ words (rushed),

...

It was an accident!! Trully. But your steps were too quiet for him to notice.

You just wanted to catch up with your friend Stu before class started, luckily you had his locker number memorized. Walking behind him, you happened to catch a glampse of something shiny in the locker, taking a better look, you noticed It was knife.

It was a beautiful spear point pocket knife.

Stu put the blade back inside the locker and closed It before he saw you.

Oh shit

Stu bought It because he thought It looked pretty and was gonna bring It to him home after school. It wasn't something he often scared with people, being the "cool guy" with a knife fixation wasnt...uhh...normal.

So when he saw you looking directly into his locker, then him, he briefly jumped and stammered to find a distraction.

"Geez! Oh uh- Hey man.."

He laughted nervously, brushing his hair then sending a finger gun at your direction, leaning his back agaisnt his locker, as If you could see right throught the metal.

"What are...what are you doing here dude?"

He chuckled.

You couldn't quite catch what he was nervous about really. But what you Really were interested in was the knife.

"Nice blade"

You said pointing to his locker. Despite his inicial suprise, the Stu you knew quickly came back, it was like he was a sun light, brightening his smile that showed off his gums.

"You like knifes?"

You couldn't help but smile at that, Stu's sheer happiness was intoxicating in a way.

"Yeah! I got a couple back home...wanna see?"

He was delighted, to put it simply.

"If I wanna see? Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"

He laughts. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and then guiding you back to class.

"this ought to be fun" you thought

...

You decided to walk home toguether that day, Stu said bye to his friends and you two were now heading to your home. Luckily, your parents weren't gonna be home for a while, so you had your home to yourselves.

Now in your room, Stu patiently waited while seated on your bed for you to grab your knifes.

"So...why do collect knifes? Are you some sort of a..psycho?"

He chuckles, (totally projecting onto you btw), bur youre not amused

"I mean...I I've used it before but never on people"

'on people'? That was certainly an interesting choice of words Stu thought

"Really? Then that implies you've used it before"

I got you now! Stu smirked, rolling onto his bed so now he was onto his belly. His ching being supported by his hands and legs moving uo and down, like he was a stereotypical teenage girl.

But you weren't amused. Stu was just like that. Like teasing other with stupid, some times, morbid jokes. So you decided to play along. You grabbed a random knife from your cabinet and turned around to face him, matching his smirk and overall atitude.

"Oh yeah, totally. Do you want to be my first human one tho?"

And boy the way he just stopped, like he was actually moved by it. Not im a bad way per say.

Stu was no stranger to the usage of knifes. Him and his dad had gone in many hunting trips and he certaingly has gutted enough animals to know whats it's like to feel the blood underneath your nails.

On a human?...he can't say he has never considered it

But on himself? He never thought about it, but at the same time, he didnt quite hate the idea.

How would guts feel between fidgety fingers.

He was in such a transe he didn't even realize he forgot to answer you. You simply watched from the outside how this dilly questions completelly froze him.

"hey? Earth to Stu?"

You moved closer to him, snapping your fingers to get his attention. And just like that, he sprung back up, grabbing your wrist and giving you that creepy (silly) wide eyed look.

"Let's do this"

"What"

"I said let's do this. What? Are you a coward?"

You let out a small chuckle, trying not to show you actually felt angry that he thinks you WOULDN'T accept such a deal.

"Sure, but I won't go easy on you. It'll hurt"

"Oh I'm counting on it"

...

One thing let to another and now you found yourself on top of him, one hand keeping his shirt up, and another holding the blade with the other.

Stu as of now was like a wounded animal, not in the sense he was scared or even feared the upcoming pain one bit, but in the sense that, you have him in your grasp, althought he technically has the strenght to push you off and flip the roles he just...chooses not to. And what's so wrong in indulding in that

The first slash was mostly a experimental on, to see just how big his pain tolerance really was, and to see if you actually had the guts for it. Luckily both answers were satisfactory for the moment as it didnt draw too much blood, but it just made you hungry for more.

Was that concerning, maybe a little bit, but it didn't matter at that moment. It was just you, him, the knife, and the blood.

You could already picture yourself gutting him open and seing how pretty those guts must look like. But oh well he might not survive that so the vivisection will have to wait.

You weren't going for a pattern per say, simply making some cuts here and there, seeing where it hurt more or hurt less. Stu could be heard laughting in pain and amusement ocasionally so...

...

You got your medkit and decided to put a random a random slasher flick you happened to own on the tv to serve as background noise

"Hey, I'm bleeding here"

Stu was quick to complain, but it was just to tease you, again

"Relax I'm not forgeting you sweetheart"

You sat down next to him again, the movie now serving as background noise to the two of you, grabbing some cotton, rubbing alcohool and cleaning the cuts. It felt intimate and yet casual. Stu was quick to break the not so silence

"Next time I'm using the knife"

"Next time? Why not right now?"

"Because I'm tired. Dumbass."

"Oh so you tire easily?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled

"Shut up man"

As you finished patching him up, he wrapped his arms around you and started speaking in a mock-ish, melodramatic tone

"Augh, you're not gonna just leave me are youuuu?"

You simply scoffed, he was just being his usual self, nothing new in that

"Ummm...this is MY room?"

"Oh right, oopsies"

He then scooted even more closer to you, if that was possible, with you wrapping your arms back around him, yeah you could get used to this. It felt nice.

...

Writter's note: I hope you guys liked it :333. I got tired in the ending and this was gonna be 10x more gorey if i let my freak show but the character wouldn't really fit...i think? Feel free to give me feedback I"d love to hear how i can improve. And requests are open (even tho i spend 2 months to write a single fic)i neded sleep

[sunelia]

NANAMI X READER: Soft Morning

pairings: nanami kento x gn!reader

cw: gender neutral reader - suggestive at the end - fluff

synopsis: Life with Nanami is simple, gentle, and as warm as a sunrise. He is a trustworthy, generous, and very caring partner, and is even a more dedicated one since your wedding. This event of a lifetime sealed your love and despite the ups and downs of life, made you appreciate the most innocent moments together like a soft morning.

word count: 800

Weekends are a particularly sacred time for Nanami and I. It's a secret moment between our souls, finally reunited after a week at work, a night out with friends, or just spending time recharging all alone. Weekends give us the opportunity to relax and spend quality time together without having to worry about anything. Even though we are married, we still learn new things about each other. We take time to admire, touch, and get to know each other better.

Usually, we spend our weekends at our apartment or outside doing little trips or dates. Today we decided to stay cozy in bed and enjoy each other's warmth. We cherish these sweet moments when the light of the sunrise streams into the room through the blinds. The sun brushes over our shoulders, keeping us warm and providing energy for our plants in the back corner of the room. I usually wake up before Nanami and either stay on my phone or read a book, waiting for him to wake up. He always lies on his stomach like a starfish. His body takes up a considerable amount of space on the bed however, I have the awesome ability to use his back or legs as pillows...I also have more room to cuddle.

A few strands of blond hair were covering his face. His right arm was resting under his pillow, while his left arm was spread all over the bed. The soft light of the sunrise cast a few honey-colored highlights on his hair and skin. His face seemed relaxed, his torso rising and falling calmly. He looks so vulnerable and adorable in this position. His white t-shirt was slightly pulled up, contrasting with his blue pajama pants. I wouldn't change anything for this view. I close my book, place it on the bedside table, and position myself on the side so that I'm facing his face. I cannot help but remove the few strands of hair that covers his face so that I can stroke his cheek and kiss his nose gently. This simple gesture woke him up. He slightly opens his eyes and turns around to face me. He rested his head on his hand while the other grabbed my waist and pulled me as close to his body as possible. His face was only inches from mine. He smiled at me, taking the time to look at me while gently stroking my waist with his hand.

"Good morning, sweetheart.” he said in his half-awaked voice as he hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

"I slept very well, knowing we were starting our weekend," he said with a laught. He continued, "Have you been up for a while?"

"Just for half an hour, I took the opportunity to read a chapter of my book and watch you sleep."

He teased, "Are you watching me sleeping?"

I nonchalantly put my hand all over his face and gently pushed it.

"Not that I like you, but I just wanted to see if you were breathing properly, that's all." I replied, blushing nervously.

He smiled. Outwardly, Nanami seemed to be reserved and impassive. In reality, there's a funny, teasing, compassionate man hiding beneath this facade.

"I love you too.” he replied, hugging me.

I took the time to close my eyes and enjoy the moment that united our affection. It's comforting to be with Nanami because I feel loved and safe. One of his hands continued to softly stroke my back, while the other caressed my cheek. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this delicate moment. I opened my eyes again and took the initiative to plant a kiss on his lips. From that moment on, our eyes never left each other's.

As if caught in a hurry, Nanami kissed me in return. This kiss was stronger and reflected a greater desire. As we continued to exchange sweet kisses, he slowly positioned himself on top of me. His hands wandered over my neck, my face, and then my hips. I held his face with both hands to deepen the kiss. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hand began to explore my body under the fabric that covered it. We were out of breath and stopped for a moment. Both his and mine were filled with lust. All it took was one look to continue our make-out session and enjoy this intimate moment together. The loving touches and kisses became more and more intimate, leaving our bodies hot. The only sounds coming from the room were soft moans and sloppy kisses.

"My love, do you want to carry on?" He asks.

"Y-yes," I replied.

He smiled, stood up, and took off his shirt. The sun caressed his peach skin, his face was full of love and passion, making me want to cherish this sweet morning together more.

hope you guys enjoyed it!

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sunelia

[loveydvycherry]

Rain;

"Dont stop the rain, my memories too"

— Married!Xu Minghao x Singlefem!reader

— Main genre ; Fluff, Angst...

— Summary ; Xu minghao as reader friend with benefits in the past. Have feelings for each other, but they never get into a serious relationship, keeping their feelings for each other to themselves and maintaining a 'Just friends' relationship.

Note :

This is my first fanfiction, and sorry if my writing and grammar are not good, bcs english not my first language... This will be in several parts!

Warn! : Dont like just skip

You stand alone on a bus stop at the end of the city-border between cities at night. The sound of raindrops can be heard falling on the ground with each drop, echoing through your two senses of hearing, enveloping the night with a cold atmosphere.

Since an hour ago you have been staying at that small bus stop, getting rained on while stopping buses or taxis that might come to pick you up, but... you expect too much. Leaving you to let out a sigh and a mumble with your flat expression.

Before an hour ago, you ran unsteadily to the bus stop, because today was a tiring day of working overtime at the office, making you fall asleep for a moment in your office after finishing various work files that piled up on your own desk.

In the end, because of your missed sleep along with the last bus operating time has left, you can only groan in frustration, waving your two slender arms at the bus that has gone away, hoping that the bus will stop.

"Ughh...seriously?,..." you said with a frustrated groan, once again.

You reached into your bag, looking for your smartphone to check the time, the time showed 22.20 surely there were no more buses operating at this late time. You decided to contact anyone you knew on your contact list, some of your friends and relatives.

Junhuii~

"How can i say..., I'm abroad for another shoot...sorry I didn't give you any news"

You

"Ohh? Okay, thanks Jun, hopefully the shoot goes smoothly, have enough rest, good night Junnie"

At first you sent a message to one of your friends, whose name is Wen Junhui, unfortunately when you wanted to ask for his help he was busy with his job as an actor in another country, and now he is resting after shooting.

You could only sigh and continue to contact other numbers, from your coworkers and close friends.

"The number you have dialed cannot accept calls...please try again later"

Keep going, going and going...until you sigh in annoyance, your eyes searching for the number you want to contact, keep scrolling and scrolling over who you can contact, but your fingers stop when you stare at a name on the contact list.

A name you recognize, not an ordinary person, a name that makes you have a butterfly in your stomach but also a lump in your throat...should you make a call in this contact? You tuck your long hair while staring intently at your smartphone screen.

Your thoughts are now racing in your head, should you call this person or...shouldn't? ... I don't know what's on your mind, you press the contact number with your finger without realizing it...

A few seconds before you can finally see the screen of your smartphone making a call.

"Xu minghao....ringing..."

After making the call, you realize what you did. Panic and nervousness began to envelop you... before you had time to hang up the ringing call, the call was already accepted by that man...

"Damn, what was I thinking about??..." you thought... "Hello...?" You were silent..., the hoarse voice and gentle tone of the man never changed at all that you had recognized from the time you met the man.

You cursed yourself in your heart, before finally answering his call.

"H-hello Eisa, I m-mean Xu minghao" accidentally the nickname of the man you gave in the past just came out of your mouth, making the man raise his eyebrows. "I just wanna say..., good night to you and how are you now, Xu...?"

The silence for a moment made you bite your lower lip, before the sound of laughter uttered by the man through the call took place. Minghao chuckled softly when you accidentally called him by the pet name 'Eisa'. "You still haven't changed much". He pondered softly before answering your question.

"I'm totally fine, right now I'm on my way home from work, it's raining heavily huh...are you fine there, is it raining there too?". He stated, you also assured that he was really on his way home, heard from the roar of his car engine...and also some noise of rainy droplets through the speaker on your call.

"Um... yeahh, I'm fine...but, I'm outside and at the bus stop alone and...yeah it's raining quite heavily here, I'm waiting for the transportation to come too...". Minghao's expression immediately changed when he heard you were at the bus stop taking shelter from the rain.

"Hnh? You're alone at the bus stop and getting caught in the rain?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with worry.

"I'll pick you up, where are you? Can you share your location?"

"Eis- ahh minghao..., no need to pick me up, I'll bother you... it's raining heavily here" you said in a worried tone while you were still sitting alone at the bus stop.

Minghao just exhaled when he heard your protest. "You're really stubborn huh?" he grumbled while chuckling softly. "I'll pick you up, I won't leave you alone, besides I'm still on the road... I'm your friend, remember? I won't abandon you as my 'friend'".

"Hao- I didn't force you-" Your call was suddenly ended by him. While you just sighed and closed your eyes. Still staring at the sky which now saw nothing, except for the heavy rain falling.

You bit your lip once again, with a sigh, you finally shared your current location to his contact number, it was not far from his and your current location, making him relieved that you were not far from him. Minghao immediately increased his car speed after knowing your location, while driving the engine and heading towards your location.

The rain was pouring down heavily, reducing visibility. Minghao drove as fast as he could while being careful. The only thing on his mind was to go and pick you up. It took about 10 minutes to reach your location. The car's headlights now illuminated the bus stop where you were waiting.

He could see your figure wearing a blouse and a coat sitting at the bus stop. Hugging yourself with your heavy eyes closed, a cold breeze, blowing from the rainy weather.

Minghao parked his car and rushed out, walking towards you with fast steps. Minghao noticed your figure on the bus stop bench, hugging yourself to keep warm.

"Stupid," Minghao muttered softly, seeing you asleep as he approached you, patting your shoulder gently to wake you up. Your eyes blinked slowly as you adjusted your sitting position while rubbing your eyes.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow with wide open eyes. Whether it was fate or what made them meet again after several years of you and him being apart, your pupils widened when you found someone who made your stomach tingle and your chest pound.

"E-eis, err... Minghao," Minghao smiled thinly seeing you who were still sleepy with your eyes wide, his hand brushing away a few strands of hair that fell from your face.

"Heh... sleepyhead." Minghao mocked, maintaining his thin smile, while poking your cheek lightly. "Come on, I'll take you home, you'll get cold here," Minghao said while gesturing for you to follow him to the car.

This man is still the same..., his appearance is still the same, his tone of voice is still the same... like the Xu Minghao you know.

You looked at him with a faint smile. You felt guilty towards him because now you were asking for his help in the middle of heavy rain like this, this moment reminded you of the past.

You slowly stood up and took your bag while tidying up your damp hair. "Mhm, yeah... I'm sorry, for bothering you, Hao" you replied still standing behind him, not yet following him.

Minghao watched you as you looked at him with a mixture of memories and guilt. He could tell that you felt nostalgic and a bit guilty for asking for his help. "Heh..." Minghao muttered while shaking his head, his expression softening. "You're not bothering me, let's go to the car." Minghao said softly, opening the umbrella for you, and... Grabbing your tiny wrist slowly.

Your wrist was gently pulled by him, like a parent holding his child. While you just followed him from behind and protected you from the rain with his umbrella. One thing you also realized what you caught from him, from his tone and movements now a little more gentle and... fatherly.

Minghao led you to the passenger seat, his hands warm on your wrist. Once you sat comfortably, he immediately walked to the driver's side and got in, starting the car again.

Minghao immediately gave you a small towel from the dashboard. You just stayed silent, while taking the towel he handed to you, immediately wiping your damp hair, and also your skin that was splashed with rainwater.

Minghao glanced at you as you wiped your damp hair. He clicked his tongue. "You should have just gone home from work. You'll catch a cold if you keep doing this," Minghao said in a worried and firm tone, as if he was now lecturing you as his daughter.

"Today I worked overtime, so I came home a bit late... I didn't know if it would suddenly rain. Next time I'll prepare an umbrella..." you said with a small sigh, while drying the rest of your wet and damp hair.

Minghao chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Do you always work overtime?" He asked you, you just nodded slowly. "Seriously, you don't have to force yourself to work overtime... you know, it's not good for your health" Minghao said with a little worry, his eyes glanced at you and started driving his car.

"What a corporate slave" You just kept quiet and sighed as a sign of understanding from him. But he's right, you are now overwhelmed with your overtime, making your life a bit tiring now, working overtime with income sometimes doesn't match.

Your gaze was fixed on the car window, the rain that never stopped stopping. "Are you sure you can take me home, Hao?". Minghao glanced at you, noticing your silence and your understanding hum. He could tell that you were lost in your thoughts, admiring the rain through the window, you like the rain.

Minghao chuckled softly. "Of course, I'll take you home, what else would I do besides taking you?" He replied with an amused tone in his voice.

"Where else do you want me to take you?" Minghao replied once more in a teasing tone, his eyes glancing at you again before returning his focus to the road.

"If it turns out you want to kidnap me, who knows?" You replied with a faint smile. Minghao chuckled at your words. He knew you were joking, but he couldn't help but reply. "That's right, who knows," he said with a smirk. "Maybe I'll kidnap you...and then keep you for myself?" Hao glanced at you again with a raised eyebrow, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"You don't mind right...hmh?" Hao added with a light laugh, his tone filled with amused. His words crossed your mind, making you pause and only smile faintly with a small chuckle. Creating a feeling and moment that was increasingly familiar and full of nostalgia. It made you sink into your thoughts.

Can be said, the person next to you now used to like to tease and joke words to make you smile...and at the same time make you flustered. Many past moments are playing in your head, which you have not moved on. Making feelings of happiness and at the same time... ached.

A moment of silence, making Minghao notice your sudden silence and your faint smile. Minghao can't help but notice the way you play with your fingers. He glances at you again, his expression softening slightly. Minghao tries hard to gauge your thoughts.

"Are you okay?".

"Yeah... I'm fine, just a little tired..." you said, shrugging and looking out the car window, watching the rain fall heavily and drip on the window. Minghao could sense there was something more behind your words, but he didn't want to press too much.

He knew you tended to keep your feelings to yourself. He kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at you. Hao could tell you were staring out the window, lost in thought again.

The rain continued to fall, although it was no longer as heavy. Rain like this, reminded him of me and him, how when we were teenagers and friends-when it rained we would immediately go outside and go to the yard to bathe in the rain together...or just sit on the porch and watch the raindrops hit the ground.

"Tired, huh?" Hao mused, his tone soft. "You are too hard on yourself, you should pay more attention to yourself." You furrowed your brows and took a deep breath, hunching your shoulders slightly. A few minutes later you broke the silence with your low tone, almost like muttering to yourself.

"Why... why do you care about me, Hao..." Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly hearing your mumbled question, his expression a little serious. He had to pause for a moment before answering.

"Why do I care about you?" Hao repeated your words softly. "You know why..." His voice trailed off, a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes. Hao swallowed, trying to control his emotions. Minghao paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

He knew that the answer to your question was the answer he had been fighting for. "Because... after we were separated, I couldn't stop caring about you." Minghao's voice was almost a whisper. "You're my friend, a part of my life for a long time, and even though we're not together, it doesn't erase all the memories, the feelings..."

You swallowed, feeling your throat a little tight and dry. You continued to look out the window without looking at him. It was funny and so skeptical what you felt from his words. but maybe it was the honesty he threw at you even though he had left you for his marriage to another woman.

"You're already with someone new, your family and your wife... why do you still care about me...?" You actually didn't expect this meeting to happen, after being apart for so many years and suddenly meeting him again made you a little conflicted. Minghao chuckled wryly, a bitter smile plastered on the corner of his mouth.

He knew his words must sound unreasonable to you. After all, he was married now, yet here he was, admitting that he still cared about you. "It might sound ironic, huh." Hao said softly, "But the problem of my feelings for you will never go away, the main thing is I still care about you" Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His words made you amused, almost making you laugh with his statement. And now he brought up his feelings for you. You just kept quiet and closed your eyes, listening to his statement and also his explanation

"Oh yeah?...anyway, how are you... i mean your job...and your family? Is your daughter okay now?" Minghao was silent, his gaze also became tense with your question. Before answering, he took a deep breath...he wondered to himself, how did you know that he now had a daughter?

"I've been fine all this time, my job..., it's going smoothly even though sometimes hectic and very busy. And...about family, my wife, my marriage...it's a bit complicated." Hearing his answer, now makes you feel guilty asking something like that, feeling that the current situation is very wrong with this meeting.

"Good, This...I hope today is our last meeting, hao" you replied. Minghao watched you and raised his eyebrows when he heard your words. He knew that the current situation was uncomfortable and wrong for you, "I know this is wrong for you," he said, his tone low. "Indeed I'm married now, and I shouldn't have to feel that I care about you anymore."

He replied, trying to push away the feelings that had resurfaced. "But you don't know, it's hard for me to pretend that I don't care about you until now." Minghao's hand slowly rose, as he held your tiny hand, pulling it slowly towards him.

The impulsive action was enough to make you furrow your eyebrows in surprise when he started to place your hand on his chest. He held your hand on his chest, his heartbeat pounding in your palm. Hao's gaze was fixed on the road in front of him, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Do you feel it?" Hao murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

"It, happened when I was near you,"

"Hao...-" You swallowed, your eyes widening in surprise at his actions. You could only grip your fingers tightly and bite your lip while continuing to stare straight ahead, trying to block out the feeling he was giving you.

You tried to shake this feeling, trying to free your hand from his embrace. "Heard me..., don't let go, I wanna say something" he continued, but you kept on snickering and wanting to let go of your hand, making him sigh deeply and tighten his grip on your wrist.

Minghao squeezed your hand when he felt you trying to pull away. He didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on to this moment, this feeling, a little longer. "I know this is wrong," he replied, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

"I just wanna say, that I miss you... I'm tired, I'm tired after my wedding, I choose to focus on my new life, but..."

"Your presence was never fade in my mind..." "I realize, that I'm longing for you all this time..."

"Just for today, can we forget everything else, I consider tonight a reunion and a moment for us to meet again ?"

Your mind is now conflicted and opened by the moment past with him, you want to forget everything and force your past thoughts not to come out, but not with his heartbeat, his warm body radiating from your tiny hand lying on his chest.

Open all the old memories with him, when you spent time with him, establish a relationship as friends but like a couple date do, even more than that...sharing experiences...giving each other first kiss, first night...and other things.

Moments from your past replayed in your mind at that moment. How you first met him, it was your first sight...you started to befriend him since you were in grade and graduated from high school.

Who would have thought, as time went by you and him had feelings for each other, which were not yet known and wanted to express those feelings openly... but about that, you and him were afraid that it would ruin your friendship that you two have later.

Without you realizing, that you started to live a friend with benefits relationship with him, having time and moments spent almost like partners in love, but with the word 'Friend'.

With your friendship, you and he often share experiences together, help each other when you and he are in a down or difficult time. Share complaints, and provide motivation. Always be there for each other, both in joy and sorrow. Of course during your college years, you and he also help with 'needs' problems, and several other problems, like they said... True friends should be able to help each other, and give them benefits.

He helps you a lot, and vice versa you to him. He even once helped you find a partner, but... you refused it. You said at that time, "For me, a partner can be called a friend... you are my friend, so why should I look for a partner?"

And in the end, you are already in your comfort zone when you are with him.

If he wasn't your friend, you probably wouldn't have come to this fucking wedding shit for you, that day you saw him with that woman, celebrating their special wedding day. All the guests and their family were happy on that day.

The lines of your lips lift, a smile clearly etched as a form of happiness. As his friend, you are a special guest for him. Your eyes are flooded with tears, along with your smile, but those are not tears of happiness but rather, you are powerless...your chest feels tight, you feel like you just want to go home and cry alone in your room that day.

You are looking at this arranged marriage before your eyes, even though...your lips tremble, your eyes are filled with tears, every time he says the words of the wedding vows to his bride it makes you helpless, knowing that he actually only said those vows to another woman who will be his wife, and it's not you.

What's the point of thinking like that anyway...? After all, you're just his friend... You as his friend should be cheerish and support him, happy when he is in happy.

Remembering that moment, you could only close your eyes that couldn't hold your tears anymore, letting them drip down your cheeks slowly. Now that moment is just a memory, a sweet memory that might never happen again.

Has he broken his promise now? All of that seems like a lie to you.

"I promise I won't leave my friend..." "I promise I won't be in a relationship before my friend be in too."

It's a lie, everything is a lie... "I want it with you, hao...nothing someone else, but just only you..."

To be continued~

there will be part 2, and up sometime later.

[mysteriouslee]

Been meaning to write a t-fic of these two

switch!mashiro switch!sora

Sora pushed herself way too hard. She had another one of her nightmares again, where she loses Mashiro and it's all her fault. So in the middle of the night, she got up and trained until the crack of dawn. She was even still insistant to go on her morning jog but when Mashiro saw her condition, Mashiro dragged Sora back to her room. They had a good conversation about it, tackling their worries. Sora stretched only to feel a pain in her back. She pulled a muscle that night and didn't take care of it. That's when Mashiro offered to give her a back massage to ease the pain. Sora at first, denied it, stating she already asked too much of Mashiro, but Mashiro was insistant.

The blue-coded hero in training laid down on the bed on her stomach and closed her eyes. Mashiro began getting to work and felt joy when she heard Sora's sighs of relief. What she didn't expect was a semi violent jerk when kneeding the back of her ribs.

"Sora, are you okay!? Did I hurt you!??!" questioned the pastel pink clad girl.

Sora reassured she was fine, but Mashiro picked up on the nervousness in her voice. Mashiro frowned for a little bit, worrying that she actually did hurt Sora. She continued, doing her absolute best to make up for whatever blunder she thought she made. She focused so hard that she genuinely didn't notice Sora's giggling for a couple seconds.

"Mahahashiroho" giggled the skylandian.

Mashiro was in shock. Sora was ticklish? NO WAY!!. Mashiro contemplated not doing what she was about to do, but this was just too good.Mashiro pretended not to notice and kept on "massaging" her partner's back. Taking note of all the places that made Sora, jump, giggle, wiggle and squeal. Was Sora always this cute? thought the pink cure.

"YOHHOUREHE JUHUST" Sora shrieked when Mashiro kneaded her fingers in the skylandian's upper back.

"Just what?" the pink haired teen, acting innocent.

"TICKLING MEHEH" the blue haired teen laughed.

"What's that? You want me to tickle you? Well I'm already doing that silly!"Mashiro teased, blowing a raspberry in the center of Sora's back. Sora howled and thrashed Mashiro off her.

Mashiro flopped over on the other side of the bed.

"That was fun! Alright let me..." Mashiro started before Sora pinned her down. Sora wiggled her finger with a menacing expression.

"Hold ohon let's have a cohonvehersahahtion" Mashiro giggled nervously, trying to wriggle away from her blue clad partner.

"Accept your fate, Mashiro"Sora insisted before all her ten fingers began attacking Mashiro's stomach. The reaction was immediate, Mashiro let out a screech so loud Tsubasa fell off the house. Mashiro's laughter was so bubbly and so sweet to Sora, she couldn't get enough.

"IHIM AHAHA SOHREHEHEHE" laughted Mashiro. Sora decided to be a little mean. She lowered her head to Mashiro's stomach, keeping eye contact as she did so. Mashiro desperately tried to get away but Sora was leagues stronger. The young hero began gently nibbling on Mashiro's stomach to test the waters. When she heard a snort, Sora began nibbling a little more aggressively, adding "nom", sounds as she did so. The blue cure' hands found its way to Mashiro's hips. This is where Mashiro thought she was going to combust and die. Mashiro in an attempt to save herself, squeezed at Sora's sides. Sora almost doubled over, Mashiro used this to wriggle away. Mashiro shoved Sora over and tickled Sora's sides. Sora gripped at her partner's hands and threw her head back with laughter.

Yoyo entered the room holding a just as curious Elle.

"You girls do know there are other residents in this household."the old woman addressed.

That got the two to stop.

"Poor Elle awoke when I heard Mashiro's scream of death" Yoyo said, patting the baby on the back.

The two teens apologized and as Yoyo was about to close the door on her way out she said.

"Mashiro alway melts into a puddle of goo when you get her neck. Between you and me, she likes to be tickled there" admitted Yoyo.

"Grandma!" yelled Mashiro before Sora tackled her over, assaulting her neck with scribbles and raspberries.

Soon the duo would drift off, tired from their scuffle with each other. At least Yoyo could get a little peace and quiet for a little while.

[dookuswifey]

THE MANDALORIAN | Din Djarin

Tw: It gets slighty suggestive towards the end.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Mechanic! Reader

Mando is back on Tatooine and as he brings his ship to Peli's, he's in need of a place to stay. It's so good that you live alone in an apartment with plenty of space!

You wipped a drop of motor oil from your cheek before cleaning your hands on your lilac worksuit as you smiled at the ship you had just fixed.

You worked for Peli as her assistant, helping around the workshop for a few years now. You weren't native to Tatooine but after leaving your parent's house it had become your home.

You had made quite a few friends, even meeting the recent Daimyo, working for Peli also had it's benefits; You saw all kinds of ships, and there wasn't anything (well, maybe a specific mandalorian) you loved more than ships.

The breeze picked up as you turned around, hearing an engine roar close and there you saw it, that old -but beautiful in your opinion- gunner Razor Crest.

-Mando!- You heard Peli before you saw her, approaching you and the landing ship. - Mando's here!

You smiled and felt buterflies flutter on your stomach as the ship's ramp came down, your hands quickly went to your hair, fixing any stray hairs and cleaning your face with the sleeve of your suit.

Your nervousness was noticed by your boss, who sent you a wink as the mandalorian walked down the ramp of the ship.

- Awww, where's the little womprat?- Peli pouted as she looked around for the little green child.

- He's sleeping in his cot. It was....a long trip.- Mando sight tiredly- Too long... -He rubbed his helmet as the circular cot came down the ramp behind him.

Peli and you shared a look and before you could stop her she spoke.

- You need a place to stay for the night, right?- Peli asked as she walked to the closed cot.- So you and the munchking can truly rest well, right?

Mando looked at Peli silently, the helmet completely obscured your gaze from seeing his face but his alert bodylanguage made you stiff a small giggle.

- You two can stay at her apartment- She smirked at you as the giggles turned into coughts, you knew you were blushing and that made Peli's smirk widen.- You do have a pretty cozy sofa, don't'cha? Beter than the floor, right Mando?- she elbowed the armoured man who was caught off guard.

- I don't want to burden...- The man started before you cut him off.

- It's okay for me. I wouldn't want to let such a cutie sleep on the floor- You smiled at the surprised mandalorian.

Preening under his attention, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, winking at the man

- And by that, I meant Grogu- You couldn't help the small laught as Mando looked at the now opened cot and the smiling green babe who waved at you. He sighed again in defeat as Peli laughed heartily, patting Mando's back.- Now follow me, beskarboy.

- Don't worry Mando, I'll take a look at your ship, you sure you don't prefer a newer one?- Peli said as she looked as a piece of metal fell from the Crest.

- IT'S A CLASSIC PELI!- You enthusiastically yelled as you were leaving aa the other woman burst in laughter again as Mando's gaze didn't leave your figure for a moment.

•° Small Timeskip °•

- Aand this is my humble abode! - You smiled as the large man looked around your small apartment, he was tall and broad and you couldn't help but bit your lower lip.

"He's so hot" You thought as you looked at the man helping the small babe onto the comfy sofa.

- It's cozy, very pretty.- He said, standing awkward in the middle of your living room- Just like you.

- What?- Your eyes widdened. Did you just imagine that? Did he really say he thought you were pretty?!

- Don't give me that look- Mando said walking closer to you as Grogu got comfortable above your fluffiest pillow. His gloved thumb caressed your cheek softly before he regained his shyness, he took a step back and coughed on his fist as your face matched the twin sunset behind you.

- You're pretty...Very pretty.- He coughed akwardly, his visor was looking at the floor and you truly wanted to grab him by his cape and smack your lips against his, even if you had to be blindfolded so he would take that helmet off.

-Thank you- You mumbled shyly, your hand going to the cheek he had just caressed. Your eyes locked with the visor, as you two hold eye contact. The moment felt so intimate...- Um...food? - Akwardly, nervous and red as a tomato, you broke the silence with a smile.

- Uh...oh, um..- Mando stood tight, trying to regain his composure.- Yes... Yes, um for the kid. Thank you.- He said as he walked to sit next to the kid who was playing with your lamp, turning it on and off.

- Stop that, you can get hurt.- He admonished the child softly and you felt your heart flutter. He was just too adorable... Maybe you could... Tell him about your feelings. You didn't know when would be the next time you would see him and you truly couldn't hold onto these feelings no more.

That night, you had put Grogu to sleep on your bed early. After playing all evening with you the child was truly drained, so after some food you two tucked him to sleep.

Now, Mando and you were sitting on your couch, awkward as you two were, eyes trained onto the beige wall of your apartment. You had been hyping yourself up all evening and now that the moment was here you were too nervous.

- Uhm...Thank you for letting us stay here- The rough modulated voice of the man broke your train of thought.- I'm very thankfull. The kid truly needed a bed after this mision.

Your lips formed a small smile as you heard how he still focused so much on the child's safety and comfort.

- It's nothing,truly. He's a sweetheart- You smiled as you felt his gaze on you- and so are you.

Mando looked at you with a surprised look under his helmet, his tanned cheeks dusted red at your comment.

- I'm...I'm not sweet. I'm a bountyhunter, I am dangerous.- He mumbled, trying to get his blush to fade.

You couldn't help but stiffle your laugh with your hand, looking at him with an amused smile.

- Oh I don't doubt of your dangerousness. Two things can be true at once- You smiled as you unconciously put your head on his plated shoulder.- You're a sweetheart and an amazing father.- You smiled softly, looking off the distance as Mando's gaze zeroed on your face, counting your lashes from how close you two were.

His heart was beating loud and fast, his skin was sweating as his brain short-circuited.

- I want to taste you.- He blurt out, surprising you and himself. - I-Um... I'm sorry, I-

You cut him off with a kiss to his helmet, Mando was caught by surprise as he fell on his back as you climbed above him.

- I want to taste you too- You shyly mumbled- For a long time...- The mandalorian's arms softly wrapped around your waist as you sat against his thigh. His hands caressed your back softly, pulling you closer giving you a kedable kiss.

- I want to be with you- You mumbled as tears stung your eyes, feeling his hands on you made you realize that this was real, that it was happening.- At least for a night. I want to be yours.

Mando's hands closed possesively around your buttocks, kneadling and making you let out a small moan.

- You were mine the moment you gave the kid those frog-shaped cookies.- He mumbled, massaging your rear as your hips softly started rotating against his thighs.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips between soft moans.

- You still remember that? - You moaned softly, kissing the exposed part of his neck, rubbing your cheek against the stubble under his helmet.- That was so long ago...

Mando gave you a soft slap on the rear that made you squeal.

- I never forget, mesh'la. Much less about you.

You softly moaned his name as your core rubbed against his strong muscular thigh.

- Kark...- Mando groaned, sinking his hands on the meat of your thighs as he hid his head on your neck- I love it when you moan my name...- he groaned and your smirked.

- Then I'll keep doing it over and over again, all night long- And with the warning squeeze he gave your thighs and a gutural growl, the mandalorian switched your positions.

And true to your word, you did scream his name for hours on end.

[saharasawicki]

When they reached the base of the old water tower, Tai watched as Tatum eyed the rickety ladder that led up to the viewing platform. It was a bit too high for her comfort, and she scrunched her nose in determination. She took a running start, jumped, and grasped at the first rung, but found herself laughing as she swung back down. "Wow, I must look ridiculous right now!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed.

Tai chuckled, the sound warm and easy as he stepped closer. “You look like you’re ready to join the circus!” He couldn’t help but appreciate her playful spirit. Without hesitation, he offered his hand. “Here, let me help you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” Tatum said, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Trust me, you’re not a bother,” Tai replied, bending slightly and lifting her up with ease. The tension in her shoulders melted away as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Just hold on tight!”

With a swift motion, he placed her gently on the first rung. As they climbed together, Tatum's heart raced, a mixture of exhilaration and nerves coursing through her. Each step took her up higher, and once they finally reached the top, the sight took her breath away.

“Wow,” Tatum breathed, looking out at the sprawling view of their small town. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the rooftops and shimmering across the river. She felt a sense of freedom and wonder as she soaked it all in. “This is amazing!”

“Right?” Tai replied, leaning back comfortably on the ledge. He patted the spot next to him, encouraging her to join him. Tatum settled down beside him, the warm evening breeze wrapping around them.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the beauty of the view sink in. It was Tai who broke the calm, his voice quieter now. “I found this place when I needed to get away from my perfect family. Sometimes it feels overwhelming, you know? Like there's this pressure to always be… perfect too.”

“Oh, I get that,” Tatum replied softly, her heart aching slightly for him. She could see the shadows of his struggle in his eyes. “But you’re not perfect. You’re just you, and that’s enough.”

He smiled faintly, appreciating her comfort, though he still wasn’t ready to dive deep into that part of his life yet. “So, what about you? What’s your family like?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Tatum’s face lit up, excited to share. “Well, our Friday night family get-togethers are quite the event! We usually try out a new recipe each time, and my brother, Miles, always finds a way to turn it into a competition. Last week, he decided we should make homemade pizza, and it got seriously competitive—flour everywhere! This week my uncle was late, so we just did movies and taco night.”

Tai laughed, imagining the chaos. “Sounds like you have a blast.”

“It really is! My mom is a phenomenal cook, and my dad’s hilarious when he plays the sous chef, trying to help but usually messing things up. It’s like a scene from a sitcom! He's a doctor too, so you think he'd have better hand eye coordination.” Tatum smiled as she continued, “After dinner, we usually play board games or watch old movies. It's really nice.”

“That sounds awesome,” Tai said, his expression warm as he listened. “Family sounds important to you.”

“It is,” Tatum agreed thoughtfully. “They drive me nuts sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. So what about you? It must be tough being in a perfect family with perfect expectations.”

Tai glanced out at the view, the tight knot in his stomach tightening a little more. “Yeah, it can be. But let’s save that discussion for another day,” he said lightly, avoiding the depths he wasn’t ready to dive into. “We can focus on the pizza competition instead.”

Tatum smiled brightly, relieved he hadn’t pushed further but still wanting to understand him better. “Deal. Next Friday night, I can give you a front-row seat to the family craziness.”

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, they continued to share stories, laughter floating in the air as they forged a deeper connection, one moment at a time. Poses By: @starrysimsie Water Tower Talks

[notdiedyet]

Get you a demon who can do both

I still can`t believe that it is the same damn creature at all of these panels 

OK, this demon was the huge dork from the very beginning, #confirmed

Gosh, the latest chapter was so intense and awfully amazing, I`m in agony again. Thank you Toboso-san :_)

[marvel-m-lee]

Really?

Words: 1742

Fandom: MHA x reader

EraserMic family platonic

Summary: Shinsou and you are watching a movie when a particular scene comes up and you get a little jumpy... !!TickleFic!!

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You and Shinsou were sat on the two ends of Present Mics home couch, this was because the whole of the hero course was doing their internships for the week, and you were finally starting up again after healing for two days after the whol Stain incident.

Shinsou however wasn't a hero student, but after the sports festival was granted permission to leave for a week to pursue training with a pro hero at the school, Eraserhead. Otherwise known as your homeroom teacher, Mr Aizawa. Additionally known as Present Mic's (aka your English teacher, Mr Yamada) best friend.

Well- for the most part at least.

So while the two adults had gone out for a little while, Shinsou and yourself had decided to watch a movie on the couch, resting before tomorrow's training.

"What about this one?"

"Nah, too boring"

The two of you scrolled through tins of movies on Netflix before finally deciding to just watch a movie you'd both first seen come up in recommended.

You had prepared food and snacks while Shinsou prepared the drinks. Happily making himself a coffee and yourself your own favourite beverage. And the two of you had gotten halfway through the film when a particular word popped up and surprised you.

All of a sudden you'd chocked on your drink and began coughing, Shinsou putting his food on the ground to pat your shoulder to your back, pausing the film to check you were alright.

Funnily enough though, even in the short two weeks you'd known Shinsou, you'd gotten along quite well. You'd met him prior to the internships and so when you were chocking he couldn't help but smirk a little as you laughed yourself at seeing his face, even almost dying.

"Are you alright?" The purple boy asked, a smirk on his face but also checking you were okay. You'd finally fixed your throat and smiled, nervous and embarrassed of the situation but overall smirking at it yourself.

"Y-yeah" you muttered out, him helping you out with another pat on the back. "Just choking on my drink" you laughted nervously.

"What happened?" Shinsou asked, wondering why all of a sudden you decided to cause a scene.

"Oh I just wanted to test your loyalty, congrats I'm still alive!" You joked, wanting to push the topic away and setting yourself up straight again.

Shinsou just gave you an odd look but didn't seem too invested. He just smiled and turned the movie back a little bit.

"You sure you're good?" He asked, double checking before getting comfy again. You nodded and got comfy too, he continued the movie and it had annoyingly been reset back before the scene and word had taken place. But you knew it was coming. You could be prepared this time-

Nope. Just as you were thinking that the scene showed up and your whole body tensed. And Yamada may be rich but the couch wasn't big enough for the other to not notice when you've turned into a brick.

Shinsou looked at you for a moment, glancing over before seeing your stone dead tryna look normal I'm not being normal face as you glared at the TV.

Shinsou wasn't stupid. Funnily enough the character is actually rather smart in his own ways, and with one look at you and the TV he immediately knew what was wrong.

He paused it, looking back at you as you looked away from him, still embarrassed to look at him but also trying to seem normal.

"Why's you freeze the movie?"

"Why's you freeze your body?"

You gave him a look, trying to look annoyed but overly just absolutely horrified and terrified of his discovery. The grin on his face saying it all.

"I did not-"

"Yes you did"

"Nah-"

"Yeah"

You didn't argue with him, just gave him a blank horrified look before looking back at the screen.

"No clue what you're talking about sorry" you shrugged, a terrible liar.

"Is the tickling really what almost killed you?" Shinsou's grin just got wider and your eyes jumped. You glared at him and then looked away, your face in your hands trying to cover your blush even in the dark.

"No- shut up"

"You don't like tickling?"

"It's not that-"

"You do like tickling?"

You flipped your head up to look at Shinsou with a death glare, however compared to your red cheeks and your big eyes it wasn't much of a death stare.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Put on the movie and be quiet-"

"Well I tried and you kept dying!

You rolled your eyes and couldn't hide your smile of embarrassment. It was horrifying.

"Do you like being tickled?"

You laughed, unable to keep it in from embarrassment. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"You do?!"

You turned to him, "No! I never said that-"

"Do you want me to tickle you?"

Okay now he was taking the piss. Funnily enough he was never like this before you decided to play uno with him AND HE WON EVERY TIME. Man got cocky after that and loved to tease and fluster you. And now you'd just given him the jackpot. And so soon?

"Shut up Shinsou" you laughed, putting your hands on your face again.

Shinsous face brightened though, jumping up and turning to you excitedly "SO YOU DO?"

"I NEVER SAID THAT?!"

"You didn't deny" the boy replied, laying back in his seat, one arm over the back of the couch.

For a moment you had no reply, just an open mouth wanting to argue back but just staring at him. Slowly realising you didn't have an answer, nor an argument for him. He sat back grinning, little shit.

"Just play the movie-" You decided on saying, laying back and ignoring him. But of annoyingly, for some reason he'd rewound the scene a third time and the twonofnyou sat silently watching it, however you tensed slightly and the boy yelled out an AhAh!

"What?!"

Whinsou just grinned at you, and you just couldn't help but grin back, even if you couldn't help it.

"Fuck off"

"Tickle tickle"

You cringed hard at him saying the words, adjusting yourself slightly to feel comfortable.

"How come you like being tickled?" Shinsou grinned, teasing you as you ignored him.

"Do you want me to tickle you?"

"Shut-"

Shit.

Your eyes went white and next thing you knew he was above you, your arms forced to be above your head as he tickled your sides and armpits, happily watching you struggle beneath him after awaking from his quirk. Obviously after training together and gaming together, you'd developed a close relationship. Even in the short amount of time knowing one another.

You yelled at him but couldn't take yourself seriously as he made these funny feelings all over your top half of your torso, making you scream out when he'd let go of your hands for a moment and bring his own hands down to zap your sides, sending a jolt through your body before gripping your hips and making you jump and thrust to get rid of him and the feelings all over your hips.

"SHINSOUUU-"

"Tickle tickle" the smirk on his face absolutely priceless however you barely being able to comprehend anything didn't help at all.

You then tried to hug yourself and wiggled a bunch, before hearing shinsou ask "How is someone like you so ticklish?"

And in the state you were in, obviously having to answer and putting yourself again, under a trance. Again you were trapped in a position where he was open to your whole body and he decided to use two fingers to walk up and down your ribs which had apparengly become very sensitive due to the ingeries you'd accessed.

"Isn't this what made you choke? Is it ticklish?"

You shook your head, laughing hard and telling him to piss off. Never would you have thought the exhausted looking boy, threatening to take a place in class A, the grumpy, tired, serious boy would be sat here, teasing you about how you saw a tickle scene and tensed up.

"Here, up we go..." he then walked all the way yo your ribcage and then into the hollows of your arm. You couldn't help your squealing and squeezed your neck down to try and hide yourself like a turtle.

"STAHAHP- STOHOP SHINSOU!"

"Nah I'm alright"

He then took his hand and made his own star spidering motions over your tummy and then went back to squeezing your hips and sending you through that whole frenzy again.

You continued to weakly fight, bearly truely fighting however wiggling around as much as you were allowed. Your laughter drowned out any other noise and the two of you were so in the moment you hadn't noticed your idols walking through the house door and walking in, watching through the doorway as you were tormented by a friend.

"Don't you like that? Tickle tickle~"

"PISS OHOFF SHIN- SHUHUT UP!"

"I CAHAHANT- I CANT!" You then need up rolling onto the floor by using the little strengths you could muster.

Yamada and Aizawa watched through the door, both wearing their own smiles and grins as they watched as Shinsou's purple hair disappeared and a thump was heard, signalling the two of you falling to the floor.

Yamada looked to Aizawa, grinning. "You remember when we were like that?"

Whatever smile Aizawa had on his face disappeared as he rolled his eyes at his friend. "We were never like that."

"Oh yeah we were, you were quite the giggiler as I remember~" The blond teased slightly, poking his friend before his hand was gripped tightly, the smallest smile formed on his friends face.

"And I remember you were quite the screamer." The statement sent pure terror into Yamada's face as Aizawa grabbed his waist and began squeezing, the loud yells of laughter echoing through the house.

Shinsou jumped in surprise and pushed himself up, his knees either side of you and looking up to see Yamada pushed against the wall frame with his own mentor tickling his best friend senseless.

Aizawa just looked over with a grin, "keep going, they both probably deserve this" the man knowing exactky what type of kid you were like.

Shinsou grinned and went right back to work, you yelled out to your sensi but it didn't matter.

Good thing was, that night you slept well on the couch.

[badassbabeparker]

hey lovely! could i request something specific for tasm peter, like you guys being snowed in or maybe just a movie night during the winter holidays? 🥺💞

Hi hun! Thank you so much for your request and helping me! I haven't wrote in ages so I might be a bit rusty but I hope you like it! No taglist because I have to make a new one so just tagging mutuals.

WC: 947

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x reader

“Thanks for helping me with this.” 

You stretched as you stood up, your muscles thanking you for finally moving after 2 hours of sitting on the floor. 

“No problem, Math isn’t for everyone.” The boy sat across from you laughed sweetly and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He tidied away the mess you had both created on his bedroom floor and handed you your math book. 

“Hey, I didn’t do too badly!” 

Peter Parker gave you his signature look, peering over the top of his glasses. The look was a regular occurrence with him as your mentor in most subjects. You hadn’t been doing well in your first term at college and your professors had suggested Peter as a mentor, you weren’t one to say no. Especially because you had harbored a crush on him since becoming his lab partner on the first day and spilling chemicals on his lab coat. 

Who couldn’t resist that boyish charm, curly brown locks and nice guy attitude? Needless to say Peter Parker was unlike anyone you had met before, much different to the high school boys that were too big for their boots. 

“Are you going to be okay getting back to your dorm?” 

You looked up at Peter and smiled, giving a small nod before you caught a glance of the window behind him and the snow that was steadily falling on the pane. Peter must have caught your worried expression as he looked over his shoulder and let out a gasp. 

“It’s snowing!” 

He sounded like a child seeing their first snowfall on Christmas Eve and he looked like it too with his nose almost pressed against the glass. He looked back at you and you could already see the excitement of playing in the snow bubbling behind his beautiful brown eyes. 

“We have finals in three days Pete.” 

“Can we at least build a snowman tomorrow? Everyone needs breaks and as your tutor I’m demanding you take one.” Peter smiled and moved closer to your face, so close you could smell the hot chocolate and marshmallows on his breath that you had made earlier. 

Your cheeks turned pink under his innocent gaze and for a moment you swear you had seen his eyes drift down to your lips. “F-fine.” You smiled sheepishly and backed away to grab your coat, hearing Peter clear his throat before he opened the door for you. 

“Always the gentleman.” You smiled and ruffled his hair before kissing his blushing cheek. You meant to play it off as a joke but the both of you knew it was more than that. It was the start of something more than just study buddies, the start of accepting those feelings that had been growing over the past few months. 

You both laughed nervously, looking away from the other to try and hide how red your cheeks were. Luckily the open door provided your escape into the unheated corridor, providing an excuse for your scarlet cheeks. 

Peter walked you down the stairs through the empty common room, which was usually the hotspot for movie and game nights, and to the exit where a cold draft was already blowing in. 

“Well goodnight Pete and thank you again.” You smiled sincerely at him and pulled him in for a hug, both of you wrapping your arms tightly around the other. He sighed softly as he pulled back, the smell of your perfume lingering in his nose. 

“You’re welcome and don’t forget, I want to build a snowman tomorrow.” 

You nodded and giggled, opening the door to step out until a heap of snow landed at your feet, the rest of the snow having blocked the door. You were officially snowed in. 

Peter doubled over laughing, not even caring as his glasses almost fell off his face. You turned to look at him and raised a brow, biting your lip before catching onto his laughter. You didn’t know what was so funny about being snowed in but Peter’s laugh was contagious. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked after both calming down a little bit, the laughter dying between you as you flopped onto the couch. Peter rested his elbow on the back of the cushions and leaned onto his hand.

He shook his head. “I-it’s just all this time I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment and now…”

“The perfect moment for what?” You asked, secretly hoping you knew the answer as Peter leaned in closer, his familiar smell filling your senses. There was a cut on his cheek that still hadn’t healed from a ‘skateboard injury’ and his eyes had the same excitement they had when looking at the snow but there was something else there this time. 

“To tell you that…” He took a deep breath and suddenly looked nervous, second guessing what was running through his mind. You felt a rush of adrenaline and sympathy for Peter and cupped his face with your hand. 

“I think I want to tell you the same thing.” You bit your lip and inched closer, hoping to say what you both wanted without any words but Peter stopped you before you could. 

“You want to watch Frozen too?” Peter feigned surprise before he started laughing at the expression that dawned on your face. You shook your head as you realized it was a joke before pulling Peter closer and meeting your lips with his.

Both of you sighed a breath of relief against each other's lips as you finally kissed, months of romantic tension being released and reciprocated. An explosion of fireworks and sparks flew between you as lips finally parted and eyes met. 

Thank goodness for snow storms.

Tagging: @parkerpeter24 @spideyspeaches @glowunderthemoon @sunflowerspidey @the-girl-in-the-chair @hollandsmushroom @uglypastels @parkersdahlia

[bylrlvr]

unpopular opinion kind of but I want the painting reveal to be after the time jump. I still think midleven would break up pre-timejump, but the painting wouldn´t be neccesearly mentioned. obviously the break up would be initiated by el, mike wouldn´t really have the neurons to bring up the painting, his brain too full of mini identity crisis. plus I think it would be funny how the painting reveal would be the ultimate domino piece to make mike gets his shit together, but yk, no thanks. I need mike to get absolutely confused and stressed for two years, if will had to do it for a decade, then it´s his turn. then, what after those two years? I imagine elmike being besties is in, but mike´s not really bringing up the painting yet bc, even though they´re friends, how do you tell your ex that the painting her brother (who youhave some complex feelings for) gave you two years ago is the reason why you think of yourself as not a completely useless person? kind of an awkward conversation. so, I kind of have a personal headcanon on how this scene should go. first of all, parallels. what parallel am I referring to? not other than robin´s coming out scene. takes place after the time jump, so apocalyptic vibes are in, and what else to do in a apocalyptic moment than let it all out? both el and mike sitting at hopper´s cabin bathroom floor, maybe they´re on a mission or maybe just talking shit. it´s a nice moment, a heart to heart. probably their most genuine conversation, something they never really had while they were a couple. between laughts and sharing memories, mike thinks he should finally share his thoughts on the painting, I mean, it´s a pretty wholesome moment, they´re friends, it shouldn´t be awkward now. can I tell you something? just don´t make fun of me or, think I wanna make it awkward or anything, I mean, since we´re broken up and all- el just tells him it´s fine, we´re friends now, that was a long time ago, and it´s kind of the end of the world, you can get it off your chest. mike´s kind of nervous, but also kind of relieved, so he just says it. yk, two years ago I couldn´t tell you, because yk, the start of the apocalypse and all, and well, it would have been pretty awkard cause we had jus broken up- but, whatever. I guess I just, never really thanked you. el gets silent. yk for, the painting.el laughs. what painting. mike just blinks at her and laughs nervously. well, I guess you forgot, I knew it would be awkard. but, um, yeah, the painting you gave me? well, more like will. but it was technically you. el´s confused, but let´s him finish. I mean, it was a cool painting, but I guess the best thing tha came out of it was what you said avout me. you probably meant it platonicaly, but I really, um, I really liked it, I loved it! I was being a complete douche and you still manage to say those words about me. I was pretty confused though, it didn´t really seem like you but, it meant a lot to me. el thinks she must test the waters, now she´s as confused as mike was. what words excatly meant a lot to you exactly?. mike´s flustered now. well, about me being the heart, important yk? again, I was being a prick and yet, you saying those things about me, that you needed me, it was, probably the nicest thing someone has said about me. it caught me off guard, but it´s also the thing that has made me believe I´m not compeltly useless so. thanks. it´s nice to know you´re needed. el´s still staring at him, confused, but with a smile in her face. that´s really sweet. mike looks up to her. yeah. he let´s it slip as he smiles. I mean- no hard feelings. we´re friends now so- he gets cut off. but I never said that. el adds. what? and that´s when it hits them. both of them. you could say el´s being robin on this situation, she´s hearing mike´s (just like rob with steve) confession, but it´s mike who´s actually coming out with his feelings. there´s a breeze of an unspoken scret in the air, and then-

i- wow. i have nothing to add on to this, just one question: what is your ao3 (for scientific purposes)

[littlegodzilla]

Hi! Can I request some Murphy smut please? where Murphy has a crush on the reader but is too shy to say anything about it so Connor flirts with the reader to make Murphy jealous. This makes Murphy confess his feelings and leads to loving but possessive smut. Thanks and I love your writing!

Hi Anon!!

Thanks for your request! I'm not feel myself very comfortable writing about MacManus twins because I think I don't interpret them well, but I still tried to make it to your liking.

I hope you enjoy it.

"Stop friltring with my girl!"

Murphy MacManus x FemReader.

Anon Request.

Warnings: Flirtring. Language. Jealous. Smut. Rough Sex.

Words: 2300.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog

Murphy can't stop shaking. He's hating his brother so much right now. And he knows he's doing that on propuse.

He's talking to you, smiling, laughting, touchibg you more than necessary only for bother him.

He's sitting at one end of the bar next to Rocco and the others, half-finished with his beer as he chews his lip nervously and fiddles with his cigarette between his fingers. Connor is his brother, but right now he feels like killing him.

A chuckle reaches your ears again and you see that Connor is leaning on the bar and saying something to you that is making you laugh and turn red.

You're Doc's family, a sister's daughter's daughter's daughter, or something like that, Murphy didn't pay attention to your parentage, just stood there in the middle of the pub with a nervous smile and a "hello." Whispered low. Apparently you had only recently arrived in Boston, had nowhere to go and Doc had been asked to look after you. The man had enough to worry about without taking care of you too. So he did the only thing that seemed reasonable. Put you to work in the pub. He would keep an eye on you and at the same time you would earn some money to start your own life on your own and not depend on him. It wasn't as if Doc didn't want you, but the neighborhood, the atmosphere of the pub... it wasn't what he wanted for you.

Plus to all that he had to add ....

"Come on Doc, let the lass have her fun!"

The MacManus brothers. He knew they were nice guys, polite young Irishmen, believer. His best customers. But they were also dangerous, willing to get into fights, alcohol and tobacco were their best company. He knew they would never lay a finger on you if you didn't want them to, but they were capable of selling a bathing suit in the middle of the desert. That lip, those innocent looks, their ability to make conversation even with stones. At least Connor. Doc noticed right away that Murphy stayed in the background with you. Studying you, as if he was embarrassed to talk to you directly, of course that embarrassment was fading as the alcohol took over his actions. But in general Connor was the one who always started the conversation.

"W-what's wrong with your b-brother?" He asked Connor one day and Connor laughed.

"Love, Doc, or so he says."

"A- Ass!!! Fuck!!!" He cursed making the twin laugh again. "Because of my little girl? Don't fuck with me, Connor, I'm old for these jokes."

"Sorry, Doc, but it's true." He shrugs and Doc snorts in annoyance.

"And what are you supposed to do?"

"Oh no, I'm not interested, but it's fun to watch him get mad and still do nothing." He jokes and Doc rolls his eyes, the humor of the MacManus brothers sometimes escaping him.

"Do you think she...?"

"Does she like Murphy? Aye! my brother is handsome as fuck, but she's stubborn and won't do anything but move piece him first."

"Oh God I hope he never does..." He whispers and Connor laughs again.

"Come on, Doc, she's all grown up now. She's entitled to have fun and we Irish are great teachers."

Of course that failed to comfort the man, but now he was able to see the details, to read between the lines. He could see Murphy on the side of the bar, fidgeting nervously, biting his nails to the point of almost tearing his skin off, his eyes completely fixed on his brother and you who were still talking as you poured several drinks for other customers.

It's St. Patrick's Day, people tonight are livelier than usual. St. Patrick's Day is an important day there in the pub, they are working non-stop, Doc is happy. The amount of people may also be due to you. You've put on a t-shirt that fits your curves well with the words "A lucky kiss" and you're wearing a short green skirt, every time you put a new drink the customers ask you for a kiss and they all lean over the mother to see if they can discover the color of your panties, if the skirt is lifted high enough. Murphy is one of those who can't help but stare. But you always turn away before the fabric lifts too much.

"Anything else around here, guys?" You ask with a smile, Connor has returned with his brother and the others to that side of the bar. "Murphy?" You look at him as you see his pint is finished and he nods.

"Aye, thanks, tonight's gonna be a long one." He comments, but you don't think much of it.

"Here you go." You smile again and reach over giving him a kiss on the cheek, Murphy freezes for a second. "Your lucky kiss." You mumble and get back to work.

"Yer gotta do somethin' bro." Connor's voice reaches his twin's ears and he rolls his eyes. "That girl has a lot of suitors and if ya ain't..."

"Y'think I haven't noticed? I don't need ya flirting with her every five minutes either." He protests like a child.

"I'm ain't flirting... I'm just being nice."

"Yeah... nice my ass." He growls drinking the pint in one gulp making his brother laugh.

The night is slowly getting livelier, the music is louder, the drunks are unable to stand up, there are some fights and shouting, but in general everyone is having a good time. You stop at the bar cleaning up some glasses before grabbing several cases to restock the coolers heading for the storeroom. Murphy drums his fingers nervously on the bar without taking his eyes off you. He gets up from his stool going after you ignoring Doc's gaze on the back of his neck.

"Help ya, lass?" murmurs Murphy behind you when he sees you reaching for a case of soda.

"Thanks, Murph." You smile leaving her with the others. "But you can come back if you want, I'm almost done here."

"Uhm... You've been good tonight..." He says moving a little closer to you.

"It's been a crazy night, but I know you guys." You joke and startle when you discover Murphy is closer than you thought.

"Many have come for their lucky kiss..." He says staring at you, his voice sounding intense.

"I know, you've had yours too, are you jealous?" you joke and laugh when you see him lower his gaze.

"Aye, I am." He shrugs and you look at him in surprise.

"Why? You've had your lucky kiss too." You stare at him biting your lip.

"No, because yer my girl, and those guys had no business touchin' ya."

"Your girl?" You like the sound of that and your smile grows wider, you feel Murphy's hands caress your waist and you shiver.

"Yeah..." He whispers brushing his lips against yours.

You laugh against his lips, clinging to his body to kiss him eagerly. His hands squeeze your waist making you crash against one of the warehouse shelves. You gasp against his mouth, but neither of you separate, Murphy's mouth has a mixture of beer and cigarettes that traps you, his tongue soon bursts into your mouth tangling with yours, becoming dominant, taking control over you. His hands move up from your waist to your breast, massaging it between his fingers, brushing your nipples over your bra, listening to you sigh. The soft sounds escaping from your lips turn the Irishman on more and more wanting to know every one of those sighs and moans, that only he can elicit from you. He pulls away from your mouth kissing and marking your neck as he lifts your shirt and bra leaving them tangled above your breasts. Murphy pulls away just enough so he can stare at you, his eyes roaming you hungrily, his pupils dilating with desire. Again his body pushes you against the shelf, his fingers play with your tits and nipples, pinching them, making them hard and while his mouth travels from one to the other moistening them, hearing you moan with pleasure.

Murphy tenses and grunts against your skin as he feels your hand caress his bulging crotch. Your gazes connect and you smile with mock innocence, still stroking him.

"Wanna play, lass?" he whispers against your lips again and you moan when his fingers squeeze your nipples. "Be a good girl and show me what ya can do." He says huskily, his dark tone coursing through you hitting directly on your clit feeling yourself getting soaked.

You don't make yourself begging, your fingers unbutton his pants slowly, without taking your eyes off him, Murphy breathes heavily through his mouth as he follows your every move, when the zipper rings and you catch his cock you see him bite his lip, but he doesn't make a sound, concentrating on what you are doing. His pants drop to his feet, his boxers you have to push them down a little further but they soon accompany the other garment, you wrap your hand around his cock rubbing it up and down feeling it harden completely before kneeling in front of him. The tip of your tongue brushes the tip of his cock and you finally hear him hiss. You smile because he can no longer hold back and you shove as much length into your mouth as you can feeling it hit your throat. Murphy stirs, hands resting on the shelf, head slumped between his shoulders, panting like an animal, doing his best to control himself. You find it amusing how quickly he seems to get desperate, but you don't hurry, slowly following a good rhythm you start sucking and licking all over his cock, cupping your cheeks to give him more pleasure, your tongue playing with his head, to get it all the way back into your mouth. From above you hear Murphy moan and snort, seeing him like this turns you on, your hands caress your body and your fingers rub your clit as you continue to suck his cock, however Murphy discovers you and pushes his cock roughly into your mouth. It chokes you for a second and you can't suppress a gag. You pull it out of your mouth with a frown, but he shakes his head.

"Don't touch yerself... I didn't say ya can touch yerself..." He says with difficulty.

"And you're just going to enjoy yourself? I hope you know how to make me cum, MacManus." You tease him, you know you're playing games and you know it won't be long before Murphy proves to you that he can do it.

You smile as you hear him roar in offense, he reaches down to grab your armpits and pull you up, not giving you time to settle in when he wraps one of your legs around his waist and violently rips your bottle green stockings. You open your mouth to protest, but his hand closes around your throat and nips the words in the bud. His grip on your neck is not tight, he exerts just enough force to hold you still and send a confused but pleasurable shiver through your body. Your leg is still on his waist and you moan as you feel his fingers pull the fabric of your panties aside and pierce your pussy unprepared, only moist with your own wetness. It hurts and it bothers, but he doesn't move them, he leaves them there for a moment, letting you adjust to them before he starts moving them in small circles. You close your eyes and sigh, relaxing, enjoying his intrusion. You don't watch as a mischievous smile forms on his mouth, his hand tightens tighter around your neck to keep you still and the speed of his fingers suddenly increases.

You open your mouth in a muffled moan, surprise and pleasure mingling, his fingers moving in and out of you so violently that the shelf vibrates beneath you.

"Mu...Murphy!" you cry out feeling a pleasurable tug run through your entire body, your eyes roll up and you claw at the hand still holding your neck.

Your knees tremble, your breath hitching, his fingers continue to move but slower this time. Murphy presses his body against yours to keep you from falling, his mouth kisses your cheek down your neck. His fingers leave your body, without looking away from you he licks his fingers and grunts, you sigh at the sight of him.

"Ya taste so good, lass, I could drink from ya, all day long." He says in his dark voice and you moan again.

Murphy pulls away a little and turns your body, resting your hands on the metal shelf, he leans your body forward and pulls your skirt up around your waist positioning himself right behind you. Your pussy clenches with need as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your slit, moistening with your fluids. His head pushes in slowly, you hiss, his size dilating you, stretching your pars still twitching from the spasms of your first orgasm. He moves to pull out again, to which you protest by moving your hips with him, Murphy grins behind your body and thrusts hard, all the way in, all at once. Your moan is loud and long, one of his hands covers your mouth and with another he holds onto the same shelf he has your body against, his body bends over yours, your back arches as he guides you, his hand still covering your mouth and he begins to move fast, entering deep into you at the new angle, making you moan against his hand.

"So tight..." He gasps in your ear without stopping moving. "Yer pussy clenching on my cock, wanting me to fuck it over and over again." She moans increasing the movement of her hips. "If all those pricks could see ya now...all mine..."

"Mu...Murphy..." You mumble against his hand feeling slightly choked, he releases you, his free hand reaches down and squeezes your nipple, he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

"You know Doc's going to kill you if he finds out..."

"Feel so good, lass, squeezing my cock so fuckin' good." He grunts againts your ear. "I'm gonna cum, love."

Murphy sits up holding your waist and begins to thrust faster, deeper, seeking his own release. His thrusts become more and more erratic and he manages to find that spot inside that makes you see stars and you clench tightly around his cock. Murphy grunts and you feel him cumming inside you. Your knees tremble, but again his hands hold you down, preventing you from losing your balance. His cock is still inside you, he pulls you up, your back against his chest, his hands caress your waist, your belly, up to your breasts massaging them again, making you laugh.

"Nah, Doc adores me." He smiles and leans in kissing you.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed it!

See you in the next story!!

[randominagines]

Pairing: Pevensies + Caspian x neutral reader

Warning: fluff, a bit smut idk

Girfs belong to their creators.

PEVENSIES + CASPIAN REACTING TO SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH YOU:

LUCY

Lucy is a bit jealous, not very much but the kind of jealousy that pops up when she feels like someone is definitely breaking the boundaries. She looks at you while another girl smiles at you, her laught filling the air while you talk and her hand caressing your arm. You are a bit in discomfort, after all, you already have a girlfriend even if it's still kinda of a secret at court. Lucy walks to you, jaw clenching and fast steps, she is tired of seeing you in that unpleasant situation. She is still a Queen, though, so she gently smiles. "Baby, here you are, I was searching for you." She says and looks at you and you only. You blush and widen your eyes: did she just make it official? The other girls apologises and goes away. "Are you crazy? You just called me baby in front of everyone." You ask, your face a mix between shocked and kinda pleased. She shakes her head and shrugs. "You're my baby, after all. It was time to let everyone know."

EDMUND

Edmund is not the type of person who easly shows his feelings in a rush of rage, but man, he is so pissed off. In the exact moment that a guy starts flirting with you, Ed feels his blood boiling in his veins. He stays quite, his eyes never leaving the sight of you while that boy keeps taking steps closer to you. You and Ed have been best friends for a while, but his feelings towards you were anything but friendly. He loved you, he just couldn't summon up enough courage to tell you. But, seeing that boy trying to kiss you while you curve in embarrassment, makes him snap. He walks to you, his eyes fierce and his lips pressed. "Good evening." He says and the boy bows to him, to his king. "I think you should leave my guest alone, after all, y/n is with me and I don't like when other people try to kiss them, so..." he says, his voice firm and his cheeks blushing a bit. The boy immediately leaves while you look at him in relief. "Thanks, you just saved me, Ed." You thank him, your stomach still filled with butterflies because of his words. He scratches the back of his neck. "Y/n, I was being serious, I don't like when someone flirts with you, because... I have feelings for you, romantically speaking." He confesses, his hands shaking. You smile while caressing his pink cheek, knowing how much it coasts to Edmund to talk about his feelings. "Oh, Ed, I feel the same." You say. His following smile is the most beautiful you've ever seen.

SUSAN

Susan is jealous. She just can't stand people trying to hit on you. She likes to mark his territory but she is quite elegant even in that case. As soon as some girl approaches you in a way that is obviously flirty, she immediately steps to you to place a soft kiss on your cheek: "Honey, I finally found you! You look so beautiful." She whispers while smiling at you, her body relaxing and the stess of a second before disappearing while looking at your lovely smile and your cheeks turning slightly red because of her compliment. When you take her hand and walk away with her she feels like there's no need to be jealous at all, after all.

PETER

Peter is so passionate in everything he does and this includes strong, controversial feelings as the jealousy. He knows your relationship with him is kinda of undefined: you have feelings for each other, there is sexual tension and the most magical emotional and mental connection, yet you are too stubbord to confess your feelings to each other. Seeing you laughing and having fun with a prince from another realm bothers him enormously. He puffs while nervously walking around the room, his palms sweating, untill he finally decides to come to you. "High King Peter." The prince immediately bows and tou do the same. Peter shakes his head. "No need to bow. Y/n, can I have this dance?" He askes, his hand reaching as an invitation. You take it and you start swirling in hia arms. "What's happening, Pevensie? He was cute." You joke while dancing with him. He shakes his head and looks at you, his intense blue eyes almost touching your soul. "You're cute. No, you're more thank cute, you're gorgeous and I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I have feelings for you, y/n, I don't want other people to flirt with you." He says, his finger under your chin. "Peter, Oh my Aslan, you made me the happiest... I feel the same." You admit and you both smile to each other, ready to start another chapter.

BONUS: CASPIAN

You're Caspian's fiancee and everyone knows, so why is that boy desperately trying to hit you? Caspian doesn't like when people disrespect the fact that you're about to become his consort, so he instantly death stares at him, his body tensing up while he observes his movements. He stays quite for a while, he knows you can take care of yourself, but as soon as the boy tries to caress your face, he steps in. "Sir, do you often try to inappropriately touch people who are happily engaged?." He asks, his voice calm but firm. The boy laughs. "Ops, Your Highness, I had no idea this lovely creature was your fiancee." He says, his tone amused. You shake your head. "I literally just told you." You say and Caspian instinctively steps between you and him, as to protect you with his body. "I think you should leave now." He commands. The boy shrugs and walks away and you calm down your boyfriend with a soft kiss.

[teakoodrawz]

[ 💛 || meet - FL au fic repost ]

[ Sunny stood in the mid hall room of the devil's mansion. Mark suspiciously looking at her around. walking in circles as his footsteps echos through the room ] " so..little angel. Who are you and what are you doing sneaking around in this place without any permission, hm? you know that your kind is not allowed in here. "

[ Sunny taking a little step backwards ] "ah well.. I'm Sunny and I was just a little curious what a..lovely demon realm you got and what it just look like and i just kinda.. wanted to.. Explore a Little.? " [ she shrugged ]

[ Mark chuckled ] " pffft! a lovely Demon Realm!? What do you think this is some kind of fairy kingdom?! " [ he started to laughing off as his hands into his face ] " bahahahaha! No! This is hell little princess! are you even that dumb and you wanted to explore?! Hah! Goodluck! "

" wh-what do you mean? " [ Sunny tilted. Then. Mark walking closer and closer to her as Sunny stepped back till she gets cornered into the wall. Mark gave a mischievous grin ] " well.. I heard that any angels had came down here and never returned..i heard.. They will be taken to the extermination room.. "

[ Sunny felt like she wanted to sink ] " r-re-really..!? Uuhm..uuh- " [ she started shaking and looked around too see if there's anyways to escape ]

[ Mark burst out of laughter ] "oh man! You should see your face! Hahahahaha! I'm just messin with ya! " [ Sunny seeing him laught felt like a fool of herself. still felt like sinking ] " okay okay! there isn't actually any 'angel' extermination shits around here. sorry but you do look like an absolute idiot "

" h-huh?! " [ Confused as she is. Mark stepped aside ] " an angel named cakes was secretly reported by a friend of mine actually came here hiding to visit and returned home safely for some weird reasons the two had. No other kinds of yours wanted to come down here except you and them. so don't worry you the have time to skidaddle away "

[ Sunny gets into her thoughts a little ] ' huh. I knew there was something suspicious they've been doing ' [ she shook her head ] " okay but.. can i still check around here even wear disguises? I just wanted to take some little notes. That's all "

[ Mark taking the time to think ] " hmm… No. " " w-why? " [ Mark went closer and looked at her in a bit serious ] " listen.. i said you have the time to skidaddle away. because if my boss finds out about you. he would never like it and you will be dead goner. And i don't want my job gets screwed up because of you or your angel friend cakes. Do you understand that? "

[ Sunny nodded nervously. Mark stepped aside giving her some space to open a portal and leave. As before she stepped to the light. She turned around ] " by the way.. I want to know your name. I didn't catch any. " [ Mark rolled his eyes losing his bit of patience ] " my name's Mark. "

[ She smiled at him ] " nice to meet you Mark~ " [ as she stepped towards to the light portal and left. Only leaves Mark in the empty hall. he chuckled a little and a soft smile ] " she does smelled like strawberries " [ he said as he turned around and walked away ]

[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Supernatural: Season 8 / Teen Wolf: Season 1

Content: Violence

Author's Note: -

Chapter Summary: Malia and Lydia bond as everyone prepares for the school's annual Winter Formal dance, Jackson demands "the bite" and Peter continues to wreak havoc as The Alpha

Chapter 9: Dancing With The Devil

Scott holds up two suits, one black and one blue, to his body as he asks for an opinion from you and Stiles, "Which one looks better?", He asks. "Umm, didn't Coach ban you from the Winter Formal 'cause your grades suck?", Stiles asks. "Yeah, that's why I'm sneaking in", Scott explains. "You're very determined to get into this dance", you say inquisitively. "Allison's gonna be there... I have to patch things up with here", he says desperately. "Well that's not gonna be easy considering she's going with Jackson", you state, a statement that makes Scott stop short. "Why isn't he going with Lydia?", He asks. You open your mouth to reply but Stiles does instead, "They broke up", he says, with a little too much enthusiasm. "You must be happy", you say as Stiles continues to smile, "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time", he says as he raises his shoulders innocently. "Well I'm going to chase Allison, Stiles is going to chase Lydia; what about you, *your name*? You going for anyone in particular". Your mind thinks of the possibilities, and only one person comes to mind. It's quite obvious who it is. You think about how amazing it would be to hold her close while dancing late into the night, but you weren't even sure if she'd want to go, let alone going with you. "No", you answered, "Just for fun".

Meanwhile at Malia's house...

"And if we divide both sides by 2 then x=17", Lydia says as she completes the solution to a highly complex equation. "Wow", Malia says, evidently stunned by Lydia's knowledge, "You're better at this than *your name*", she adds. Lydia laughts lightly, "you seem surprised", she said, tilting her head and crossing her arms. "Well, it's just... You seemed like a...", There's hesitance in Malia's voice, she's unsure how to complete that sentence, prompting Lydia to complete it for her, "Like a shallow redhead who only cares about her popularity and disregards academics?", She asked pointedly. "Yeah", Malia said, sighing, "Sorry", she added. "It's okay... I was doing it on purpose", she says with a hint of nervousness. Malia is surprised, "Why!?... I'd kill to have your brain". Lydia throws herself onto the bed, "I only put on that act because I was dating Jackson and I wanted to keep him interested in me", she says with a hint of regretful despair. "Lydia, that's terrible", Malia replies sympathetically. "I know... I know now, atleast. If it's any consolation I regret the whole thing... Anyway now that Jackson's broken up with me, I don't have to act anymore". She wipes away a miniscule trickle of a tear that rolled down her cheek. She cleans her face and adjusts her posture before standing up, "I should probably get going", Lydia tried to make the words seem as natural as possible but they were noticably forced through gritted teeth at a breaking point, like steam from a kettle. "Okay", Malia replied, "Maybe we should study again tomorrow", she adds. Lydia is intrigued, "I thought you'd be busy with the dance", Lydia said. "What dance?", Malia asked clulessly. Lydia was surprised, "The Winter Formal... You're not going?", She asked. Malia shrugged shyly, "No one asked me to be their date", she said with a hint of embarrassment. Lydia laid a comforting hand on Malia's shoulder. "Honey... If there's one thing I've learned from dating Jackson, it's that you can't wait for a man to come around and live your life with you... Sometimes, some things... You have to experience them on your own". Malia felt better, and, with a playful grin asked Lydia, "Well then, who are you going with?". Lydia opened her mouth to respond, then immediately closed it upon the realisation of her hpyocrisy... She herself had no plans to go the dance, then a lightbulb lit up in her head, "Let's go together!", She suggested with immense enthusiasm. Malia furrowed her brow, "Together like...". Lydia rolled her eyes, "Not as a couple... As best friends". Malia considered the invitation, "I... don't know", she said hesitantly. "Malia, do you have any plans besides staying in your room and studying?", She persisted. Malia considered the offer one more time, "Okay... Let's do it", she said with a small, mischievous grin. Both girls were excited to be relieved of the pressure of going to the dance alone when another problem encroached on Malia's mind, "Wait... The dance is tonight and we don't have outfits", she said with disappointment. Lydia wasn't phased, she responded only with her signature glowing smile, "Then it's a good thing I have this", she said before pulling out a black American Express credit card.

Later that day, you and Stiles made your way to the school without Scott, who couldn't walk through the front door since he was sneaking in. The school was decorated beautifully with lights and posters while romantic acoustic songs filled the noise. Inside the gym, a disco ball hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room in a breathtaking sparkle while students filled the dancefloor. The two of you poured yourselves refreshments from the punch bowl as you admired the well designed event. "Oh... My... God", Stiles said, staring at the entrance to the gym. "What?", You asked in confusion before you gazed upon a sight so heavenly and so breathtaking, it made you drop your cup and spill punch on the floor.

Malia and Lydia walked in, dressed in high heels, designer dresses and model makeup. As if they were contestants in the Miss Teen USA Beauty Pageant, their entrance drew the attention of the entire gym. Malia threw you a wink filled with poise and she and Lydia strutted down the dancefloor with their pinky fingers interlocked. Barely saying a word to each other, or anyone else, you and Stiles watched in awe as the two almost unrecognisable girls danced long into the night and swayed their hips to the beat of the music. Eventually, they had stopped dancing, and Stiles took the opportunity to finally strike a conversation with Lydia, leaving Malia alone on the dancefloor for a matter of seconds before she realised how tired she really was and decided to take a breather on the bleachers. "Hey", you said as you climbed up to join her. "Hi", she said, panting a little bit. "You look... Beautiful", you said. Malia blushed, "you're just saying that because this is the first time you've seen me with makeup on", she said with a laugh. "No... You don't need it", you said, staring longingly into her eyes. "Really?", She asked. "Really. You look beautiful... with or without it". You noticed Malia started to move her head forward and so you did too. Your faces moved closer and closer to each other. "This is it", you thought to yourself, "This is my first kiss", but just as you closed your eyes, anticipating the contact, Malia broke the silence with words, "Oh my god, he actually did it", She said. "What is she talking about?", You thought to yourself. Malia was pointing at the dancefloor, and you followed the direction of her finger to see Stiles and Lydia dancing together under the lights of the gym. You realised she was only leaning forward to get a better view of them. Disappointed, you pushed your unrequited feelings aside and leaned back in your seat. Still, with the light bouncing off her face and her contagious smile shining bright as she looks on at Stiles and Lydia, feeling happy for her friends, you found the courage to ask her a question, "Malia", you called, as she turned to face you. "Yeah?", She asked. "Would you like to dance?", You offered. She took no time at all in making her decision, with a large smile on her face, she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you onto the dancefloor.

As you ready yourselves, Malia takes you by both arms and places your hands around her waist, interlocking at the small of her back. She then places her hands on your shoulders and I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner starts playing over the speakers. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Allison, despite having come with Jackson, having an intense conversation with Scott in the corner of the room. You can't hear either of them, but not long after, Allison leads Scott outside by his hand, both of them grinning mischievously. The two of you continue to sway back and forth and side to side with the beat of the song, and soon notice Lydia and Stiles doing the same not too far away from you. You throw Stiles a small smile, and he returns it.

As the song ends and the lyrics fade away, Lydia excuses herself, "I need some fresh air", she says, heading outside. The next song starts and you and Malia start dancing again, despite less and less people filling the dancefloor. Halfway through I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS, you notice both Malia and you are leaning closer to one another, your noses almost touching, and this time you're sure Malia's doing it for the same reason you are. Before you could move any closer, Stiles grabs you by the shoulder with urgency, "What, Stiles?", You say, unknowingly aggressively. "Look", he says, as he points to Jackson who's moving angrily towards the same exit Scott and Allison went through. "Shit!", You exclaimed, as the three of you took off following him.

Outside, you spot Jackson before he ventures too far, "What do you want, Whittemore?"

"I'm looking for Scott, Winchester".

"Why?"

"The bite!... I want the bite".

"I already told you, you don't want to get mixed up in all this"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT!", Jackson screams in anger. He disregards your presence and walks away, looking for Scott. That's when you notice something in the distance, something bad. The Alpha, who you now know to be Peter, is running through the forest surrounding the school, heading directly for the Lacrosse field where Lydia is taking her walk.

You're about to take off running in her direction when you notice something else far in the distance. In the parking lot, Scott and Allison are sneaking around in the secluded space between the school buses, and unbeknownst to them is Allison's father, the werewolf hunter, driving directly towards the parking lot with several other vehicles behind him.

You freeze, you look back and forth between Lydia and Scott, not sure who to save; then Stiles steps in. "Go!", He says with conviction, causing everyone to look back at him. "Go to Scott, I'll handle Peter", he commands. "I'll go with you", Malia says. "What? No! It's too dangerous", you argue. Malia is both flattered and offended, "*your name*... Remember what we talked about, you have to let me protect you sometimes". You look at Malia, then at Lydia in the field and finally at Scott in the distance, still unsure what to do. "Go! The cars are getting closer!", she exclaims. You sigh, "Be safe", you say before turning away and rushing to your car which was parked about a metre away.

"I'm coming", Jackson commands

"Shouldn't you help with Lydia?"

"I need to get to Scott because I want the bite"

"Oh My God".

"Plus Lydia and I broke up".

"You're a dick, you know that?", You ask rhetorically before hopping in to The Charger with Jackson joining you in the passenger's seat. You race towards Scott, who was now aware of the incoming cars and had spotted you speeding towards him. Jackson reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small, metal ball with a pin on top. "What is that?", You ask. "Smoke bomb", he says, matter of factly. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A SMOKE BOMB!?", you ask in disbelief. "I drove a Porsche", he answers with a smug facial expression. As the cars get closer to the bus, Jackson pulls the pin and throws a smoke bomb into the air, creating a massive cloud of smoke on the ground that engulfs the fleet of cars, making the drivers unable to see the road. "JUMP!", you call out to Scott who was now on top of the bus with Allison. As he leaps, with intensity of the moment and his emotions clashing, Scott shifts mid-jump, looking back at Allison in his werewolf form. She falls to her knees with a shocked expression on her face. Scott lands safely on the roof of your car and as you drive away from Chris Argent and the rest of the werewolf hunters, Allison looks on in disbelief.

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