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joshstambourine · 3 years

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GVF as Your Best Friend

"Hii can I request gvf as besties and dumb things that they would do with the reader, also can the pronouns for the reader be neutral 🥺" - @guitarfingers

Thank you so much for sending this in!! I really wanted to do it quick cause I just loved the idea so much!

Please please please, if anyone wants me to write something with neutral pronouns, please let me know (same with male pronouns). Sometimes I get on autopilot when I'm writing and start using female pronouns without thinking.

These fics are mostly written whenever I get five minutes to myself, so sometimes I get distracted as well but that doesn't make it right.

Warning: Cursing

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

Josh

Oh what a loud friend. What a noisy naughty friend. What a rotten rotten boy.

Lmao just kidding.

Though Josh is probably a lot of those things when it comes to being your friend. He already seems like a little gremlin who is surprisingly wise in general but as someone's best friend?? Oh man you're in for a time.

Your camera roll is just dumb pictures of you and Josh. Almost exclusively. Probably some you don't remember taking as well---

10/10 the "I double dare you to do the thing" type of friend.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it---"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! YOU DOUBLE DARED ME---"

"You're a terrible person (Y/N) how do you live with yourself?" //Gobblin snickering//

Has even less of a filter when he's with you, "oh fuck, you look like something the cat dragged in and then ate again and then--"

"What the--- Josh???"

Josh also has a foul mouth from what I gather so if you're going to be friends with him be ready for a lot of cursing.

Take it as a compliment! It means he's comfortable with you!

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Yes and your mom as well."

Despite all that. Josh I can imagine being a very protective friend.

Think the kind of person who gets mad when a person insults you and says, "Whoa, what the fuck, only I can say mean shit like that to them."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine Josh..."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

Puts an arm around you, "Good.... it would have sucked to tell you they were right if you were upset."

Probably just //Demonic screeching// most of the time the two of you are together.

Other times a lot of philosophizing and asking important questions. Or questions he feels crucial to ask.

Probably because he's baked but---

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes Josh?"

"Why don't we call big Ants… Gi-ants?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

Josh also would be very keen to take an interest in things his bestie is interested in. Especially important things.

As an example: If they are religious he'd want to make sure he understands their beliefs. He wants them to know he respects these things.

Over all, he's a chaotic force to be reckoned with... but one that is going to carry you along with him. You're never going to have a dull moment and you're never going to feel alone.

And most importantly you'll know you're loved at all times.

Jake

Jake always strikes me as so relaxed, someone who likes to keep to himself.

Despite that I do also see he and Josh are twins and have some things in common.

He probably is just as much of a gremlin, though less loud and obnoxious about it.

"I just want to make sure... you picked out that outfit right? Not your mom?"

"Yes...?"

"Okay good, I don't want to offend your mom."

More than anything I picture him and you sitting quietly together just doing separate things in a comfortable silence half the time.

I mean that might seem lame but those are my personal favorite kind of friendships.

The ones where you can look up from whatever you were doing and just make a face at them...

... and since he's that kind of friend he'd raise his brows first, but then immediately make a corresponding face silently.

I feel like deep conversations are the thing the two of you would be best at. No shooting the shit. Always straight to the important stuff.

Drinking whiskey by a warm fire vibes.

If you have any interest in music, even slightly, Jake would be all over that. He'd want to expand that interest to make it a love.

"I'll teach you!"

"You're too busy you don't have time..."

"No way! You're my best friend, I'm not letting some random person teach you how to play guitar. Be serious (Y/N)."

I can picture Jake laying beside his friend on the floor just smoking and listening to his favorite records.

Also a really warm and sentimental friend I think. Now this might just be a me thing but it's something I could see him doing, not often just for really important things. Maybe saving little things?

Like a ticket from a concert he went to with his best friend. Or a receipt from a really nice hang out.

Probably a Polaroid boy because of that.

That might just be me. I really feel like he likes to have things to look back on.

"Oh wow you still have that??" You ask pointing to a concert ticket from years ago tucked into the side of his mirror.

"Of course I do! I loved being there with you!"

Jake treasures his time with his friends, and its important to keep his best friend safe always.

Sam

ANOTHER FORCE OF CHAOS.

But. Sam definitely seems like one who actively tries to be a chaotic force, whereas Josh has it come naturally.

So I imagine a lot of making super dumb videos together.

"Hang on before we start!! (Y/N) can you do up my braids??"

"Fuck yeah i can."

I would want to see cooking videos made by the both of you. They'd be hysterical I know it. Get on it please.

Lots of spontaneous dancing together.

"What are you guys even doing...?"

(Horrendous dance moves that are not in-synch intensifies)

Probably a lot of shopping trips together, not necessarily to shop. Just to be out together.

Probably also would fight over who pays for lunch because neither of you can just pay separately.

Is it bad that I sorta imagine him being a bit of a wine aunt friend??

Like--- you both are just at a table drinking a glass of wine and just complaining about everyone and gossiping non-stop.

I do think he'd want to have a movie night with his best friend. They take turns picking, but hardly ever watch the movie... too busy making comments over the movie and pointing out flaws in it.

"WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE!! GET IN THE HOUSE--- ladies in horror movies man---"

"You'd be the first one to die in a horror movie... im almost positive."

".....thanks for that (Y/N)."

All that said Sam strikes me as one of those people who take note of little things about people.

So you would always get super personal gifts from Sam. Something that is irreplaceable.

It also means that by the expression on your face at any given time he knows how you're feeling.

"...oh? (Y/N) are you okay...?"

"Huh??"

"You look upset, did something happen?"

"Ah... just an upsetting text that's all."

"You wanna vent, I'll get the wine?"

A friendship with Sam means excitement of course but also a strong personal connection you probably won't be able to replace in your entire life.

Danny

I think he's the kind of best friend that wants to chat with your parents.

You know that friend. We can all picture that friend we have. The one who your parents adore and make you pretty sure they wish this friend was actually their child instead of you?

Danny is that friend.

All the boys seem to really enjoy the outdoors but I do think Danny strikes me as one of the boys who seems to enjoy it the most.

I can picture him wanting to be outside with his best friend.

Hikes. A day trip to the beach. Golf.

"Cmon (Y/N)! Can't have ya falling behind!" He'd yell when too much space builds between the two of you on a hiking trail.

I'm sure all the boys would do this but, I do think Danny would be the type of friend to go out of his way to make your life easier.

Even if this means doing something drastic.

"Your parents won't be able to make it out for the holidays...? Let's drive out there together."

"What?? We cant---"

"I've already got it planned don't worry about it."

There's also always the added benefit of getting to take out your emotions on his drum kit whenever you need to as well... this is an open ended invitation.

Danny unfortunately seems like the kind of person that listens most of the time and probably doesn't get to be the one to complain himself.

So you would have to keep an eye on him and prod a lot to get him to open up.

Even then I think you'd have to get him drinking before he'd actively talk about his problems.

It's not that he doesn't trust you. He just doesn't want to burden you, especially if you have a lot happening.

The kind of friend that wants to bond with your pets (they probably listen to him better than they ever did for you).

Let's be honest he'd bring your pets gifts so much.

"Another bandana?? Danny where are you getting these---"

"It has to match the collar I got him."

"Jeez get your own pet man."

All in all. Danny is a gentle soul, so keep that in mind as his best friend. He will give his all, probably 150%... make sure you keep up your end.

Otherwise he will burn himself out.

All in all:

Look it's pretty easy just to assume that all the guys would be good friends.

They all are sweet guys.

They all seem like people who enjoy learning about new things and people's interests.

As a group---

There would be so much fun and merriment as you all explore nature.

Bonfires and music baby.

Camping invitations of course.

Probably lots of drinking games (if you drink).

"Haha--- (Y/N) has to drink kings Cup!"

"Fuck my life..."

"Sucks to suck buddy!"

Lots of music being played.

Long drives with the windows down.

Stupid jokes.

Dumb faces.

A good group of guys that will honestly accept you as you are.

And that will also make fun of you mercilessly.

All out of love of course~

//Hopefully you liked it! For those who noticed, yes I did post this early by accident, I went to save this and like... hit the save button. And then I opened up my feed and there it was so!!! I don't know what happened.//

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muwur · 4 years

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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He’s Busy

Fandom: House of Wax Characters: Vincent, Bo, Lester Relationship: Vincent/reader Request: Are you taking requests? If you are may I PLEASE have some more Vincent Sinclair? Anything would be great- Fluff smut even just headcanons. I absolutely love your writing!

You could hear the brother fighting from inside the museum. They had been about to come inside, but the fight kept them stationary outside the front porch. Rolling your eyes, you stepped outside and saw Bo and Lester arguing as they got out the truck. Vincent follows, only seeming to be partly paying attention. But the second his eyes fall on you; you see his whole body react. The tension he had been carrying with hunched shoulder left him as he straightened up, walking taller and with more ease. His head, which had been tilted down, was now focused on you. You loved how he reacted when he saw you, as if in that moment you were the only thing in his world. He walked straight past his brothers and to you. You wanted to throw your arms around his broad shoulder and kiss him, but the wax mask prevented you from doing the latter. That didn’t stop him from scooping you up into his arms and carrying you inside, leaving the bickering brothers outside. You giggled in delight, cuddling in close to him and pressing light kisses up his neck. You hadn’t seen him all day, because they had all been chasing a group that had wandered too far down the rabbit hole. Lester said they had got them all but Bo disagreed, saying he had seen one other guy. not that you were paying much attention to their argument as Vincent carried you down into his work shop. Lester would probably hang about the town for a while, but Bo would head back to the house. You and Vincent would make your way back through the connected tunnels later in the evening. He set you down on a table, standing between your legs as you reached up and removed his mask gently. The flesh beneath it was scared and disfigured, a harsh reminder of how close he had been to his brother at birth. It looked painful, even all these years later, but Vincent was adamant he didn’t get much pain from it normally, but it was more sensitive to things like strikes. He also didn’t speak much because the vibrations from his vocal cords can cause discomfort and forming words was more difficult for him. Every time you removed his mask, even after all these years together, you saw the falter in his eyes as he awaits your reaction. As if one day you’ll scream and run. But how could you run from the man you loved so dearly? Smirking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “That’s better.” You whispered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips. A shiver ran down his spin as he grabbed your waist, holding you with shaking hands and kissing back just as eagerly. You wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your heels. “Vincent!” Bo shouted down, commanding the attention of his brother. But Vincent kept kissing you. You weren’t sure if he hadn’t heard him because he was too lost in your affections, or if he just didn’t care. But when Bo shouted the second him, Vincent pulled away, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the mask back and pulled it on. You pouted your lower lip, refusing to unlock your heels but Vincent chuckled, and you were happy to lighten his mood so you let him go. He left the room to go upstairs as you hoped down from the table. you tried to tidy up, but in truth your mind was too preoccupied with your lover upstairs. You had spent most the day in the house, but came through the connecting tunnels to meet the brothers in town. You were so preoccupied, that you didn’t hear someone sneaking up behind you. A hand clamped itself down on your mouth as you felt something cold and sharp press against your neck. Whoever was behind you, they had the advantage. You could feel they were taller than you but judging from the way they were standing, they might be hurt. “Don’t make a sound.” He hissed in your ear, his hand tightening over your mouth. You nodded calmly, but your mind was racing. he must have been hidden in the wax museum and managed to find his way down here. “You’re going to get me out of here. Got it?” He hissed in your ear, and you knew better than to disagree with someone with a knife to your throat. He slowly let go of your mouth so he could pull open some draws. Perhaps looking for a weapon. Movement drew your attention to the stairs. Glancing, you saw Lester peering down. He looked alarmed. Lester wasn’t as use to the killing side of things as his brothers were, so in a moment like this, he was like a deer in headlights. The man, who was now preoccupied with rummaging, but the knife was still dangerously close to you. ‘get Vincent’ you mouthed to him, and he nodded, retreating to find his brother. You snapped your head back to the man as he tore through the draws. “Right, where do we go.” He demands, his hand grabbing your upper arm. “This way. It’ll lead to an old house on the outskirts.” You point to the tunnel. “Right.” He pulls you through, using you like some kind of human shield before you hit the dark patch. “what now?” “Theres some light switches at the end.” You tell him, pointing into the darkness. He pushes you into the darkness, and you cant see a thing. But you knew this area like the back of your hand thanks to Vincent. Thankfully, the light and noise from the generator is a godsend when you manage to get to it. “Which one turns on the lights?” he demanded, pointing to the switches. A spark of genius hit. “That one. But its faulty so you have to flip it up and down quickly.” You pointed to one switch. Which was actually for the houses lights. The basement ran off a generator, so he wouldn’t see the lights flickering. he trusted you (bad decision) and did it a few times before panicking. “You lied!” he growled. “No I didn’t.” You moved in front of him, but instead of flicking the one you had originally pointed at, you did the one next to it. There were so many switches that he couldn’t tell you had moved along one and the lights in the tunnels flickered on. You were sure Lester had told Vincent and Bo, but this would tell them where you were in the tunnels. “Right, which way?” he demanded again, but your attention was caught by the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden stairs back where you had came from. Given the amount of times you and Vincent had almost been caught fucking down here, you had a knack for noticing the noises of the house. you just had to get back there. “Go down here and-!” You pointed straight ahead and when he followed your direction, you kicked the back of his knee. Hard. He buckled to the ground and you turned on your heel, running back. You made a mental note to thank Bo for the self defence lessons if you got out of this alive. “Vincent!” you screamed, not wanting him to hear the footsteps and surprise attack you thinking you were the man. As you came to his main room, you slid to a stop but end up loosing your balance and falling to the ground. You heard the man running to catch you, so you twisted and started to scrambled away. Until you saw the figure standing to the side of the door you had just ran through. Vincent. You smiled widely, but quickly dropped you smile when you heard the man approaching. He ran at you, the knife raised above his head in a deranged way. But the second he stepped through the door way, Vincent struck. Using a small knifelike instrument he normally used to carve the wax, he managed to catch the mans right thigh with it and he toppled to the ground. The man swung the knife, catching Vincent’s jumper but not his skin as Vincent wrestled the knife out of his hands. Once he had the upper hand, he used the butt of the knife to hit the man several times until he fell unconscious. You heard running coming from the tunnels and you nearly screamed (thinking it was someone else) until you saw Lester and Bo. They must have went back to the house to try cut him off. “You got him?” Bo’s eyes darted around the room for any further danger as Lester darted to you, helping you up. “You alright?” Lester asked, but you nodded your head. “yeah, im fine.” You confirmed, noticing how all three of the brothers were listening intently. “Good thing on not killing him.” Bo patted Vincent on the back before helping him up. “Think he needs a lesson.” Lester spat as he walked over to his brothers. “Oh, I have a few ideas.” Bo smiled menacingly as he told Lester to help him. Lester and Bo dragged the man through the hall and back to the house, and you were pretty sure he was going to wish he had had the wax treatment. Once they left, you turned your attention to Vincent. You were taking deep breaths as you stood, staring at Vincent who was panting. The blood spattered up side and the man had managed to tear his jumper in the fight. Vincent tore off his mask as if it were suffocating him as he turned to you, his eyes filled with fear and worry. It broke you. Running forward, you threw yourself into his arms, kissing him hungry. a growl escaped his throat as he clung to you, your legs wrapping around his torso as his large hands held you up. It might have just been an excuse to grope your ass but you didn’t care. He stumbled to the table, only placing you down so he could pin you down, pressing you against the surface with his body as he kissed you back. You didn’t know why you were so turned on by his actions, or why you needed to have him right here, right now. But you just did. In that moment, he wasnt just the gentle giant that you knew and loved, but his strength and brute force made your knees tremble and your insides turn, but not out of fear. You wanted to reward him for protecting you so well, you wanted him to know how much you wanted him in return. you were grateful for the hot weather and your choice to wear a dress (which was now up around your waist) as it allowed for easier access as Vincent grinds against the thin material of your underwear. “I knew I could count on you.” You smile at him, pressing your forehead against his own. He buried his face in your neck, kissing the area as he worshiped your body. Reaching between your bodies, you palmed his growing erection before grinning. “We should finish what we started earlier.” You giggle as your fingers skilfully undo his trousers and pull him out. He trembles under your touch. If it were any other situation, you’d like to take your time. To fully tease and pleasure him, but you needed to be close to him. he pulls back, standing straight as you sit up. Vincent pulls you to the edge of the table, his fingers hooking your underwear. You pushed yourself up as he kneeled to pull them off. His fingers danced back up your legs while pressing the occasional kiss to your knee or thigh before straightening up. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in with ease. you fall back, nearly seeing stars as you moan. As he thrusts into you, his whole body trembles. With a hand either side of your head, Vincent hunches over, his eyes shut tightly as he gives a few quick involuntary thrusts. you moan, overwhelmingly happy that he was inside you again. It had been a week since you had last been intimate with him and you had been bouncing off the walls the last few days. But Vincent was quick to start slowly fucking you. “Vincent.” You moan, noticing how he trembled at your voice as you grip his jumper. Leaning up, you press your lips to his own. One of his arms slipped under you and held you close. In a perfect world, you would have all your clothes as well as his own off. But you didn’t have the time or the patience to do such things. “Fuck.” You whisper through gritted teeth as he picks up the pace. Normally, Vincent was gentle and slow during sex. You were normally the one who initiated a fast speed or asked for him to fuck you harder. Yet it seems he needed the same thing as you. His hips snapped against your own, building the speed as he stood back up, his hands now grabbing your hips. you saw his mouth hanging open, his eyes focused on your most intimate area as he let out harsh breaths. Pushing yourself up, you wrap you arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. Vincent groans against your lips, making you answer with your own mewls of pleasure as his thrusts became quicker and quicker. “oh, god. Vincent.” You moaned as you pulled back for air. You could feel your orgasm fast approaching and judging by his own grunts and groans, so was his own. you pulled him back down as you lay back, loving the feeling of his body on your own. His fingers were digging into your sides with painful force but you didn’t care as he hunched over your body. it only took a few more thrusts before you came. You threw youre head back, moaning his name as you locked your legs around his torso. Your whole body trembled beneath his own, your walls pulsing as Vincent struggled to contain himself, his face now buried in your neck. He failed and came inside you with a low growl. Vincent manged to catch himself on one arm before he collapsed onto you completely. By the time you could move, Vincent pull his face back, panting as you were. you gave him a lazy kiss, your body still getting small after shocks from your orgasm. “Hey! What we doing with this guy? Vincent!” Bo shouted down the tunnels, making you both jump. But you weren’t ready to share him just yet. “Hes busy!” you scream back, glaring at the tunnels and daring Bo to come right along here. There was a moment of silence before you heard chuckling as someone walked away and the door closing. Vincent shook his head, smiling as he lay gentle kisses up your neck. He pulled back and out of you. You whimpered at the loss but sat up nevertheless. Vincent tucked himself away as he walked to grab his work chair. Pulling it back, he sat down in front of you, reaching out to stroke your leg lovingly. Smiling, you slid off the table and right onto his lap, curling into him as his arms wrapped security around you. “I love you so much.” You whispered, pressing soft kisses to his good cheek. “I love you.” He breathed, and you immediately smiled widely. He didn’t speak much, if at all. And you knew he loved you because he showed you. But this meant so much to you.

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Blind Leading the Blind

WonwooxReader

Summary: basically a cute/nerdy/awkward moment between two people who cant fucking see without their glasses and are nervous about hooking up for the first time

Words: 2.3k (drabble)

Features: really awkward hookups, nerdy!wonwoo, nerdy/shy reader, both wonwoo and reader being clumsy as all hell, heavy making out/grinding/caressing, fingering/stroking, some nipple sucking

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Wonwoo fumbled with the door to his bedroom, struggling to grab onto the knob. It was rather difficult with his lips on mine and him pushing me against the wood but we had been so wrapped up in each other we almost didnt notice. My arms were around his neck, pulling him as tight as possible to my heated body. He was making me never want to come up from air but he did just that and made me chase after his lips. "H-hold on! S-sorry, just hold on a second. My hand is kinda sweaty and i cant-" He jerked the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. "I couldnt get it open. But um...here we are." He chuckled awkwardly and held out his hand for me to view his simple university dormroom. It was a shared space that resembled a small apartment more than anything. His actual bedroom however still had a bunk bed which seemed annoyingly small for his tall frame. Not the most attractive place to have sex in but it would have to do.

I stepped into his room and adjusted my glasses shyly. I never expected us to get so far as to wanting to come back to his place. We had seen a movie at the local theater, had terrible university food, then walked around campus. He was a perfect gentleman. A perfectly gorgeous hot gentleman. Someone who was respectful and kind and turned me on just by being his dorky self. A sweet kiss goodnight lingered for far longer than intended and when the need grew too much to bare we decided to end the date on a more sensual note. He came into the room after me and we stood around for a moment, chuckling nervously and not knowing how to exactly pick back up where we left off.

He shrugged off his jacket and asked me if i wanted something to drink which i denied. An uneasy silence filled the room and i chewed my lip in ponderance. "Um so..." I began softly. "Do you want to...keep going, maybe?" I hoped he said yes. I had felt his strong and muscled arms beneath the thin shirt he wore during our first embrace and i was determined to have them trap me against his body once more.

"Oh! Yes. Yeah. Yes. Um...yes keep going. Thats cool. Youre cool. God sorry, i keep talking because i'm-" I cut him off with another kiss, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. His slightly full lips were soft and tender. It felt as if they were made to be on mine, a perfect fit like the final piece of a puzzle. His hands didnt seem to know where to rest at. They roamed from my shoulders to the center of my back then lower to my ass before he changed his mind and went back up to my shoulders.

"You can uh...touch my ass if you want. Like grab it...or w-whatever." I blushed.

"Oh? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Youre not." I shook my head. "In fact youre making me want you more. Youre cute when youre flustered."

"youre cute in general." He responded quickly, his own face turning rose as well. I gave him a small peck as a thank you for the compliment and took his hand.

"do you think we might be more comfortable on the bed?" He nodded and let me lead, ducking his head to avoid the upper bunk as he joined me on the mattress. We sat on the edge, again wondering where our hands and lips should go. A few more tentative touches and he settled on my hips while his tongue nudged its way past my teeth. With a bit more confidence he added some control to the kiss, making sure that he could trap my tongue in a few sucks and lure soft whimpers out of me. Every time i made a small sound his grip on me grew tighter and he was slowly moving me down to meet the mattress.

He tried to shift on top of me smoothly but the frames of our glasses jutted together and made the lens smack against my eye. We drew back from one another, eyes squinting and trying to rub the slight pain away. "S-sorry about that. I meant to go down a little be easier."

"im sure you'll go down fine." I said, not realizing the double entendre right away as i blinked clarity back into my eye. "I mean um...just lay on top of me! Well i mean, you know what i mean!"

"yeah, yeah! Totally. Do you think we should take off our glasses? Maybe that would be better." Wonwoo offered.

"We wouldnt be able to see each other at all. Wed both be one big blur." I laughed knowing that our eyesights were utterly terrible.

"Feeling around might be more fun though." His deep voice had lowered into a whisper and he nipped at his bottom lip. I was starting to like the way he was thinking. We removed our glasses and set them on the desk that was just a few inches away from his bunk. The blurriness helped a bit. Though i loved his good looks, it did shave off some nervousness between us.

He set himself between my legs and watched my reaction as the tips of his fingers disappeared under the loose skirt of my dress. His thumb stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh making my hips buck ever so slightly when he would get close to my panties. I panted softly against his lips as my fingers trembled through opening the buttons on his shirt. Once they were free i shoved the shirt away. He struggled to get his arms out the sleeves and hit his knuckles on the bunk above as he had been flailing out of them. He huffed once he was free, rubbing his knuckles momentarily, and tossed the shirt on the floor. As he returned to kiss along my jawline i wrapped my arms beneath his, holding onto his biceps tight. The way his muscles flexed under my fingers had my stomach clenching in earnest. I wanted him badly and though i had never slept with anyone on the first date i knew i wanted him to have the first experience, especially because i got the sense he wasnt a jerk who wouldnt call me back.

Being bolder i slid one hand into the minimal space between our hips and groped the center of his pants; not too harsh but just enough to get his attention right away. "Wonwoo..." I mewled. "Can we...?"

His whole face flushed crimson, traveling all the way to the tips of his ears. He stared at my hand then at my face then back at my hand again. I grew nervous that I had made him uncomfortable and went to move away from him but he gripped my wrist lightly and kept me right where I was. I smirked and worked my palm over him, watching the way his eyes fell closed and lips parted slightly. The baritone sound was perfect and I longed to make him repeat it as much as possible. He moved his hips into me even going so far as to pluck open the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. My heart did somersaults at the prospect of seeing him fully. I swallowed hard, starting to chicken out, and diverted my eyes. It was far from my first time but I was still a rather shy person and when he made to pull my panties down I snapped my legs shut. “Do you want to s-shut off the lights?”

“Huh? Why? I want to see you. You’re beautiful...” He replied softly.

I covered my face at the compliment. “I-I mean...i-it’s like you said, it’s more fun to feel, right? Besides not like we can see much now.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...” He agreed with a slight pout. He left the bed to shut off the light and I made quick work of removing my dress. I laid back on the bed once the room was in darkness, waiting for Wonwoo’s return. I heard shuffling and small grunts of frustration as well as the sound of fabric waving around.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“Taking off my-!” Another small grunt. “My pants! I got them off now. It’s ok.” He breathed a sigh of relief which was right before I heard a loud thud and Wonwoo cursing.

I sat up quickly and tried reaching out to him. “What happened?!”

“I hit my head on the stupid bed! God that hurt!”

“Oh god, Wonwoo, come here.” I cooed at him. “And please duck your head.” I felt the bed dip as he moved onto it, unharmed this time. I pulled him close and kissed his forehead, trying to soothe the damage as i giggled. "Poor baby."

He huffed. "Sorry im an idiot."

"A cute idiot." I compromised. "A very cute idiot." I kissed along his strong jawline and cupped his neck gently while leaning into him. I decided it was my turn to be on top and stunned him once i straddled his hips. I moved his hands to settle on my hips as i pressed our chests together and decorated his neck with small bites. The cover of the darkness increased the spark between us and we filled each others mouths with moans and whimpers.

Much to my surprise, his hold on me allowed him to guide me into rough grinds against him. He was beginning to stir beneath me, filling out his underwear more and more until i felt every inch of him between my thighs. His fingernails etched half moons into my hips as he begged for me to pull my panties off. I hummed in agreement and kissed my way down his neck to his chest and toned stomach before scooting away to pull off the impeding garment. He turned on his side to face me, instantly placing his long fingers between my slowly forming wetness, drawing them through my lower lips and making shudders run through me.

My hand returned to his hardness, gripping the outline of his shaft and stroking him in conjunction with my own pleasure. i spread my legs wider, giving him more room to slip a single finger inside my willing hole. I mewled his name, trying not to be too loud in case any of his roommates had come home. It was getting hard though with the way he was curling his finger and pulling down the cup of my bra to suckle at my breast. With my free hand i dug my fingers into his thick hair, fisting the locks tightly as i arched my chest into his mouth.

I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, drifting over the small slit that had begun to leak. He tensed then, muscles within his thighs trembling ever so slightly. "P-please..."

"Hmm?" I kissed his cheek and nudged my forehead against his.

"C-could you...? Would you...? I mean you dont have to-i dont want to make you uncomfortable-but maybe, if you want, um..."

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Wonwoo chuckled nervously. "A-ah...y-yeah. Thats what i meant to say."

"Will you keep touching me while i do it? Your fingers feel...really good." I buried his face in his chest even though he couldnt see my embarrassment in the dark. We were both fumbling idiots that could barely get through anything sexual without something triggering our nervousness. It was almost comical. I was glad we could at least say what we wanted from each other even if it was through stutters and mumbles.

“Yeah, of course. I want you to feel good too.” He assured me.

I switched my position to lower my head towards his cock while my ass wiggled closer to his chest. His finger resumed its position inside me, being joined by another to stretch the small space open. As he pleasured the soft walls within me, i guided him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thickness of his head. He kicked off his underwear and spread his legs more, giving me room to stroke what couldnt fit in my mouth. The feel of his girth against my tongue had me struggling to hollow out my cheeks but i bounced my head away, wanting him to feel the utmost pleasure. With us being wrapped up in the intensity of our sensuality we barely noticed the door opening or the light flickering on until we heard an "Oh fuck!!"

Wonwoo and i both shot up, squinting hard to see a tall figure now a few feet in front of us. I screamed and tried to cover myself and Wonwoo as quickly as possible. “Mingyu!?” He shouted. “You couldn’t have knocked?!”

“I didn’t know you were getting laid! Besides it’s my room too!...Wait.” Wonwoo’s roommate seemed to have a revelation. “Dude, you’re getting laid! Finally!” We watched as he ran out the room screaming, “Yo Vernon! Wonwoo’s finally getting laid!”

Wonwoo groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with a pillow as he groaned deeply. Though we may not have been able to see without our glasses, it didn’t take 20/20 vision to see that we couldn’t have a night to ourselves without something going wrong.

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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Two Hot Chocolates, A Brownie and A Norse God of Mischief

TITLE: Two Hot Chocolates, A Brownie and a Norse God Of Mischief

CHAPTER NUMBER: One-shot

AUTHOR: Inspired-snowflace

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: imagine that you are really interested in MARVEL and you and your friend are always like quoting the movies and so one day ur in a cafe and u say a Loki quote and then someone behind u finishes the quote ur saying and it sounds hella like Loki so u turn around to be like whoa great impression but when you turn around it’s actually Loki and he’s like nice impression and ur like dead and just fangirling and Loki is just loving being adored so much and so u two end up hanging out and fall in love

NOTES/WARNINGS: I haven’t written anything in the past 3 months. So this is my attempt to get back to writing. I am sorry if it isn’t good, but I tried real hard. I am sorry it I disappointed the original imagine writer due to not putting the same ending. (And not to mention half of it iust got deleted by itself)

"When you said you were opening Wakanda to the world, this is not what I imagined."

“Well, what did you imagine?”

“The Olympics, a starbucks maybe?”

That was it. That was all your crazy friend had to say to lead to this moment. You had shifted to a new place and this was the first time your friend was visiting you. You took her to the nearby Starbucks, because Olympics wasn’t really your cup of tea. As you entered the store, the only noise was the small bell on the door. Well, that you and your friend were here, not anymore.

“I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose" Your friend screamed, testimony to the statement that you both quoted the movies so much that you wont notice even if you came face to face with the real avengers.

You looked inside to see a couple sitting and a man with his back turned to you. Hm.. Didn’t look like the kind of people who would call an ambulance on you guys to take you to the mental hospital.

You liked this branch because it was cosier as compared to the others, with a very few people. The shop had mahogany furniture which mingled beautifully with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and hints of vanilla. You went to place the order while your friend picked a seat.

“Is that your friend?” The barista asked you sceptically. He didn’t think you mad and you attributed that painful fact to the inability to scream quotes when you were alone.

“Loki is beyond reason but he is of Asgard and he is my brother.”

He stared at you blankly. Ahhh... not a fan. Probable candidate of calling the ambulance.

“I would like two hot chocolates, a brownie and a Norse God of Mischief please.” You placed your order.

“Hot chocolates- 2, Brownie-1 and... what was your last request?”

“Never mind.. you guys don’t have it on the menu” You wish you knew how wrong you were at the moment.

“That will be 12.50.”

You paid and waited for your order. When it arrived, you picked it daintily and turned around. You saw her sitting ahead of the man. Yet, she took matters in her own hands.

“Cap, On your left.” She turned and waved as if there were a hundred occupied tables instead of just three. She was sitting on the table ahead of the man, which were the only two tables on the left. She had purposely chosen that table. Cheeky girl!! A+ for the effort.

Placing the order down you sat opposite to her your back to the man. Immediately, she picked the cup with your name on it.

“He spelt your name wrong!!! He had one job!! Just the one!!”

Well, you had corrected the man the last time you were here. But people spelt it wrong so often that you stopped correcting them. It wasn’t exactly new for you.

“If it’s all the same to you, I will have that drink now.”

You friend turned to look at the barista and scream some Tony, or better yet, Falcon quote. Instead she turned back without screaming and said, “Oh God!! He is cute!!”

Trust your friend to fall in love with someone who is minutes away from calling the ambulance on you guys.

“There is only one God ma’am, and I am pretty sure he does not dress like that.”

“Loki.” You both said at once, laughing and high-fiving.

“I swear he exists only to raise my expectations in men. Normal men- yeah! They will never be God.” You added.

“Your world on the balance and you bargain for one man?”

“Any day... If you are talking about Loki, that is.”

There was a few minutes of silence where you both savoured your hot chocolates and the brownie. You hear footsteps and saw the couple leave.

“I wanted to tell you something..” Your friend said, interrupting the peace.

“I was having 12 percent of the moment.” You added closely after, “I am listening.”

“I understood that reference.” She said pointing out like Steve.

She continued, “Since you have given the breakfast treat, allow me to take you lunch. There is a Shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.”

“Why do you wanna take me to lunch? Tell me!!” You whisper screamed.

“Its really not that complicated. I got red on my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.”

The next dialogue was more malicious, but cursed be you if you allowed a chance to say Loki’s dialogue slip. So you steeled yourself and began, “Can you?”

“Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov's daughter, Sao Paulo, the hospital fire? Barton told me everything.” Came a voice from behind you, nailing the dialogue, the British accent and the snark down to a T. You literally froze, a chill went down your spine as you understood the dread that must have sparked in Agent Romanoff. However, it died as soon as the dialogue ended. Not for your friend though, she sat with her jaw hanging as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Umm.. wow man!! That was flawless. You nailed it down perfectly.” Under normal circumstances, you would have quoted the movies but all flew out of your head when he spoke.

Your voice seemed to snap your friend out of the daze she was stuck in. Her eyes widened and she pointed the space behind you. She tried to speak but no words came out. Her eyes were unblinking as if she feared that a blink will turn it into a dream.

“Cap, to your left” She finally said, but you figured her words from reading her lips rather than what she said, for her voice was completely inaudible.

You turned around.

No. No way.

Sitting there was a man, with a chiselled marble face, framed by night black hair, his bluish-green eyes seemed so deep that you could not look away. It seemed like the sea had engulfed you with its beauty. But your focus was stolen by the smile. Despite the mean comment, the smile was hopeful, was genuine.

You had argued with you friend that the first thing you would do if you ever saw Loki would be to scream, jump up and down no matter the situation. But even as you tried to say his name, your voice got stuck with the various emotions having a party in your throat. This time your friend snapped you out of the temporary muteness by whisper screaming.

“This is madness!!”

“Is it?” His eyes softened as he looked at you, “Is it?”

“OhMyGodLokiThisIsUnbelievableIAmAHugeFan!!” You squealed in an incoherent language.

“Darling, I am pretty sure even allspeak cant translate that.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh my gosh!!! Can we get a hug?” Finally, all the quotes flew out of your friend’s mind.

He had such an innocent smile on his face that it seemed impossible that this guy had tried to attack New York. He stood up and green light shimmered around him, changing his coat into the costume from the avengers. He held his arms open calling you both for a hug.

You were quicker to respond. “Mmmm.. Brother, you look ravishing.” And proceeded to throw your arms around him and bear hugged with as much love as your body could muster, making sure to convey the love and make your tumblr friends proud. Behind you, your friend had completely lost her mind at the change of outfit.

“Dont faint. Don’t faint. Don’t faint....” She repeated like a mantra while pressing her fingers into her temples as if that would keep her alive.

“Does she do this often?” Loki asked you amused at the effect he had on your friend.

“Only when she meets incredibly hot Gods of Mischief in their armour.” You said with a smirk.

You nervously glanced at the counter because it was about time for the ambulance to be called. He was busy cleaning the counter, leaving you guys to your own shenanigans. Phew!! No ambulance.

Then you noticed the mischievous glint in Loki's eyes with the words, “Just a bit of illusion magic dear.”

Meanwhile, you saw that your friend was crushing Loki in a bear hug so tightly that you doubted he was able to breathe but he didn’t say anything, happy for the love and attention he was getting.

“Now, now, darling, even if I am a God, an occasional breath of oxygen would be nice.” Your friend loosened ever so slightly, taking his words ‘occasional breath of oxygen’ too literally.

“Hey!! Get off him!! Get yourself your own Loki. He is my God of Mischief!!” You pouted and started playfully hitting your friend, urging her to stop hugging him so that you could be in his embrace again. After all, how many people are luck enough to hug their fictional crush.

Loki threw his head back and laughed and opened his arm, “Well, I can definitely handle two mortals crushing me.” You threw yourself into his open waiting arm after poking your friend a bit so that you could squish your cheek against his armour.

“I must say; it was easier to breathe with Thor's hammer on my chest. You mortals are pretty strong.”

“You have an army.” Your friend’s muffled voice came and then added, “And we will most certainly kneel.” Loki laughed at that though his cheeks were sprinkled pink.

“How about my beautiful ladies stop crushing me like a bilgesnipe its prey, and then perhaps we talk and exchange, what do they call it, phone numbers?”

“Deal!!” You promptly screamed. Your friend promptly fainted.

“I am honoured?” He questioned, winking at you.

“Oh don’t worry about her”, you dismissed. “She wouldn’t want to miss your phone number.” You said while facing your friend.

“Of course I will not!!” your friend said while keeping her fainted pretence. “Haven’t you seen enough movies to know that this is the cliché where he falls in love with me?”

You all laughed.

#Loki #Others #Imagine #submission #Two Hot Chocolates A Brownie and A Norse God of Mischief #inspired-snowflace #Submitted one shot

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walkerismychoice · 5 years

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Stripped Bare - Chapter 15 (Bryce X MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: One more day before the wedding. Bryce and Charlie go to the final dance rehearsal before heading out on a cliff-diving excursion.

Rating: Finally, definitely NSFW/18+

Word Count: 5583 (Sorry but I couldn’t split this one up)

Friday

The bed is empty again when she wakes, no sign of Bryce anywhere in the suite. Charlie checks her phone and there's a text from him saying he went to the gym and would be back in time to leave for dance lessons. Bryce working out in the morning is no surprise, but she can't help but wonder if he wants to put a little more space between them. She starts to get ready, and when she emerges from the bedroom dressed and ready after her shower, he's already there waiting.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be back so soon." Charlie looks Bryce over, noting his fresh clothes and still wet hair. "And already showered at the gym and everything."

"I figured we could hit up the breakfast buffet together before dancing. I heard it's phenomenal, and I'm not sure what we're doing not taking advantage of free food every day."

Charlie's about to comment, but she holds herself, and her privilege, back. Going down for breakfast hadn't worked out time-wise before today, but that's in part because she doesn't have to worry about how expensive room service is. "Sounds great!"

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Bryce had been right about the buffet, but now Charlie is stuffed, and she barely wants to move, let alone dance. However, Bryce had insisted she eat up for their big day. She knows they are going on some excursion to fulfill Bryce's cliff-diving stipulation of the contract, which they finally have the time to fit in with Katelyn giving them the rest of the day off until the wedding rehearsal and dinner, but he's been tight-lipped on on the details. Judging from the backpack full of stuff and instructions to wear good hiking shoes, she's not anticipating a quick and easy journey.

"It appears everyone has the basic steps down from the other day...or at least as good as it's going to get." Lisette looks pointedly towards Bob and Kyra, so we will focus the rest of our time on the special ending. "You two," she calls to to Charlie and Bryce. "Come here and help me show the class how it's done."

They move to the center of the room standing face to face, hand in hand, in ready position. Charlie knows it's ridiculous because she shared a bed with Bryce last night, but she can hardly look at him directly. She's trying not to think about how much she wants him, but its impossible with those soulful eyes that see right through her, lighting a fire inside every time they connect with hers. His scent fills the space between them and it's like a drug she can't get enough of, making her dizzy with desire. And then his touch - His calloused fingertips barely graze her bare skin, and her whole body is electrified, like one touch in just the right place could be enough to make her come undone.

"You need to look at your partner," Lisette commands. "This is a romantic dance."

Fine. She will if she must. Charlie looks up to see Bryce's charming grin, and her stomach flips. There's no way he doesn't feel the strong current between them too, because as he pulls her body against him, a soft whimper emanates from within him, like he's being teased with something he desperately wants but just cant have. He pushes her back out, and they complete the sequence steps with the final dip, his hungry gaze cast down on her like he'd devour her right then and there if he could.

Bryce brings Charlie back upright and back to the awareness of everyone's presence in the room. She's completely flushed, probably both from the exertion and they fact that everyone just witnessed them eye fucking on the dance floor."Perfect!" Lisette praises. "So much passion between you two. No more practice necessary, you are both dismissed."

"But there's still forty-five minutes left in the class!" Katelyn protests.

Lisette waves her off. "They know the dance, and when you and your partner have it down, you can go too"

Charlie stifles a laugh. Given Landry's lack of rhythm, they won't be leaving anytime soon. Charlie then frowns apologetically at Kyra and waves her goodbye because Bob is even worse Landry.

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“Are you sure we should be walking through here?” Charlie pushes some brush out of the way, so it doesn’t hit her in the face. “What if we are attacked by a wild animal or something?”

“The snakes here aren’t poisonous. There are scorpions though, so just don’t go digging under any rocks. But in case of emergency, I have a pretty stocked first aid kit.” Bryce reaches back and taps his bulging backpack.

“That’s very reassuring,” Charlie adds dryly. “You know there are a couple popular cliff diving spots in the area that don’t require a perilous jungle expedition to get to.”

“Popular being the operative word. Nigel at the front desk told me tourists don’t know about this spot, and it’s usually pretty quiet because it’s not easy to get there. But once we get past this thick brush it’s not a bad hike.”

It had been almost an hour van ride to get there and they've been walking 15 minutes already. If Charlie gets whacked in the face with one more branch... "This better be worth it, Lahela."

"Oh, it will be," he replies in his ever-confident tone.

A few minutes later, after Charlie's just about ready to abort the mission because she thinks they've been led astray, she spots a clearing through the trees with the faint sound of water rushing down in the distance. Charlie carefully maneuvers through to behold a breathtaking sight. The lush, green forest surrounds a round body of water, at least thirty feet down if not more - but Charlie's trying not to think about how much more. A waterfall on the far end empties into the bluest pool of water she has ever seen.

"Wow, this is gorgeous." Charlie tiptoes on on the flat, rocky ledge to peer into the water. Despite the bold color, it's clear as far as the eye can see. At least she wont have to worry about smashing into a rocky outcropping or getting crunched by a crocodile. Still, heights make her anxious and she has to step back before she works herself into a panic thinking of other potential peril.

Bryce seems to be in his element, taking it all in and doesn't appear to notice her hesitation. "You ready to get to jumping?"

"N-now?" Charlie stammers.

Bryce chuckles. "I was figuring we'd eat lunch first, but thought I'd ask just in case. Sometimes it's easier if you don't think about it too much."

He may be right but Charlie's beyond overthinking as per usual. "Lunch, yes. Food sounds great." She's a bit queasy actually but anything to delay free-falling into an unknown body of water. Maybe it will give her time to think her way out of it.

Bryce spreads the rolled up picnic blanket out on a flat patch of land and pulls a brown paper bag out of the backpack, handing a wrapped, rectangular object to Charlie. "I had the cafe make us some sandwiches to go. And I also brought this.” Bryce holds up a metal flask.

Charlie presses her lips together,her eyes narrowing skeptically. “I’m not sure jumping off cliffs and drinking mix well.”

“True, but just a little bit of liquid courage might help. I was predicting you would be nervous, and clearly I was right.” Bryce tilts the flask towards her.

“I-” She starts to protest but there’s no use pretending. At this point Bryce might have to push her to get her to go. “Just give me some.” Charlie swipes the flash and takes a long pull, the fiery liquid burning down her throat, and she coughs. “What is that?”

“Some type of local rum. A recommendation from the bartender”

“You are just making friends all over the place, aren’t you?”

Bryce shrugs. “It’s what I do. I have a gift. Nobody can resist my charms...except maybe you.”

Charlie laughs under her breath. “You sure about that?” She’s wanted Bryce for much longer than she’s willing to admit and turning him down took everything she had.

“You show a lot of restraint, I’ll give you that.” Bryce scoots closer, brushing his fingers against Charlie’s calf. He inches them higher and higher, resting on her knee. “If it were anyone else, I might have stopped trying by now, but not with you. The longer you hold out...it just makes me want you that much more.” Charlie holds her breath as his finger make their way to her thigh, gliding over her smooth skin towards the hem of her shorts, the heat within her rising exponentially the closer they get until suddenly she can’t hand it anymore and she hugs her knees to her chest. “Case in point.” Bryce shakes his head and laughs.”

If he’s trying to wear her down it’s working, but there’s only two more days left. She needs to stay strong, and a change of topic is most definitely in order. “So, I’m curious. Why were you so insistent on adding this into the contract? I mean you hardly knew me. I didn’t think you’d want to ensure you’d have to spend more time with me than already necessary. What if I was totally crazy and insufferable?”

“Well first, like I said, this is something I used to do as a kid, but haven’t had a chance to in awhile. A lot of my memories from childhood are not great, but this is one thing that is. I know I could have gone off to do it on my own, but when we met in that coffee shop...I just had a feeling.”

“A feeling, huh?”

Bryce shoots her a crooked grin, a twinkle in his eyes. “Yep, a feeling.”

She still can’t help but get that tingly, fluttery, lovesick sensation every time he looks at her like that, which is why this discussion needs to end. “I’m starving.” She unwraps her sandwich and breaks off a large bite. “Mmm. good,” She mumbles with a mouthful.

Bryce follows suit, and as they eat, Charlie steers the conversation to less personal things. They finish their food, and knowing what's coming next, Charlie takes a couple more big swigs of rum.

"So, are you ready?" Bryce hops up and lifts his shirt off, leaving just his blue swim trunks remaining.

"As ready as I'll ever be, which isn't saying much." Charlie takes the hand up that Bryce offers and strips down to her red criss-cross halter top bikini. It's a testament the way Bryce boosts her confidence that she's been thinking more about showing off her figure. with swimwear choices than trying to hide it.

The two of them meander towards the edge and Charlie's heart starts pounding in her chest again. Bryce slips his arm around her, rubbing her should reassuringly. "You can do this."

Charlie shakes her head and takes a step back. " I don’t know if I can. Maybe you should go one time first, so I can see that it's safe."

"I'm your test dummy, huh?" Bryce teases. "Like the penguins that push one in first to sea if a seal will eat them. You know if anything happens, you'll have to jump in after me."

"It's okay, I'm a doctor. I know CPR and stuff."

Bryce laughs. "Okay, but you aren't getting out of it next time." Without further hesitation, Bryce takes a running leap off the ledge, plummeting towards the water in cannonball form. He hits with a big splash and sinks down deep. Time seems to stand still as she waits for him to reemerge. As more seconds go by, she starts to panic, worrying something's wrong and she'll have to go in after him, but then he comes up with a big smile on his face.

"You stayed under on purpose, didn't you?" Charlie calls down.

"Maybe...I was hoping you might just dive right in"

"Nope. You are going to have to climb back up here and make me."

Within a couple minutes, Bryce has made it back to the top. "Okay, no more thinking. Let's do this." Bryce walks Charlie to the edge again, firmly grasping her hand. "On three. One, Two, Three!"

Despite her fear, Charlie jumps with Bryce, because with his iron grip, the alternative wouldn't be pretty. Her stomach drops as she starts falling and she screams all the way down. Seconds feel like minutes until she finally lands in the cool, blue water. She instinctively fans out her arms and legs and then vigorously swims her way up to the surface. She turns her head to the right and sees Bryce pop up right after.

"You did it! And you didn't die!" Bryce swims over to Charlie and wraps her in his arms as they tread water together. It seems like he wants to kiss her, and to be honest she would probably let him, but then he pulls away. "Have you ever swam under a waterfall?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Then let's go!" Bryce takes off and Charlie follows.

They dive under the forceful curtain of water and come up together on the other side. Bryce scales the rocky ledge with ease, but Charlie has more trouble, falling back into the water. On her second attempt, Bryce reaches down and helps lift her out, but Charlie struggles to maintain her balance on the uneven terrain, and he catches her against his chest.

"If you wanted to get close to me, you could have just asked" Bryce jokes, but neither of them are laughing.

They keep ending up like this, like magnets who can't be kept apart. His gaze is intense and sincere, and now she doesn't want to look away. Beneath the waterfall, nothing else matters and the rest of the world ceases to exist. Bryce's hands find their way to her hips, hers slide over the hard planes of his chest. He pulls her tight against his body, his arousal clear, and she physically aches for him - all of him.

Bryce dips his head down, ghosting his lips over Charlie's neck. A thrill runs straight through her and she whimpers because she needs him so bad. He find the sensitive spot above her collarbone, sucking on the delicate skin just hard enough and she can't hold back. "Bryce..." She moans his name

"Yes, Charlie? Tell me what you want," Bryce pleads.

She shouldn't, she can't, but she has to. "I want...I wan't to fire you."

"Please, Charlie. Fire me. I want you so fucking bad."

"I want you, Bryce. For real. So I'm sorry to say, you're fired. From here on out our contract is null and void."

"That is the best news ever!" Bryce draws her back in again, kissing her fiercely. While her hands travel down exploring the contours of his taught, muscular back, his go in the opposite direction, up the sides of her bare midriff. His thumbs tease the edge of her bikini top before finding her nipples through the clingy, wet fabric. He traces patterns just so, and she gasps at the unexpected jolts of pleasure.

Charlies fingers slip into Bryce's waistband, pulling him in tighter. She grinds against him, trying to let him know she can't wait anymore.

Bryce lets out a moan, but then pulls back with a pained expression on his face. "Wait. Before we continue, there's something I should tell you. Maybe we should head up where it isn't so loud."

Fuck. He wants her sitting down. This can't be anything good. Her mind is reeling, automatically going to the darkest of places. She knew he was too good to be true. He's probably got a girlfriend, or even worse a wife. In a daze, she reflexively steps back, not realizing how close she is to the water's edge. Her footing slips and she scrapes her forearm on the way down.

When Charlie surfaces, she sees that Bryce as already jumped in after her and is immediately at her side. "Are you hurt?"

"Mostly my pride." As the shock wears off she notices her left arm starts to sting and she lifts it out of the water, blood starting to trickle down. "And maybe this too."

"Woah, that's a nasty abrasion. Lets get you back up and I'll clean it off and patch you up." Bryce reaches towards Charlie but she shies away, their conversation before her fall coming to the forefront of her mind again, and a look of realization crosses his face. "Oh...you don't have to worry about what I'm going to tell you. It's good...I think."

His reassurance puts her slightly at ease, but she still can't imagine what's such a big deal that it warrants a sit-down conversation. "Okay, let's just take care of this, and then we'll talk."

Bryce helps Charlie back up the steep terrain and once at the top starts emptying the contents of the backpack. He hands Charlie a towel to dry off and has her take a seat on the blanket as he rifles through the packed first aid kit. Charlie's about to start directing him on best practice for wound care when an item falls out that catches her eye.

"What are you doing with a sterile suture kit amongst you first aid supplies?"

"I'm an active guy, and I take risks. You never know when it could come in handy," Bryce answers nonchalantly.

"But it's not like you can just go to the drug store and buy that."

"I know. That’s why I swiped a few from the hospital."

So what, did he steal from the ER when he was a patient, or.... The wheels are turning in Charlie's head and when Bryce lays out two standard hospital issue saline flushes it all clicks. The medical terminology, first aid skills, knowledge of her residency... It was all right there and she just kept explaining things away. "So wait, what you were going to tell me?"

Bryce smiles sheepishly. "Did you finally figure it out?"

She thinks so but she needs to hear it from his mouth. "Why don't you just tell me?"

"Okay, as you may have guessed, I'm not just a stripper." Bryce starts cleaning her wound with the saline as he talks. "Everything I've been pretending to be is what I actually am. I did just graduate from medical school at Harvard and I am starting a surgical residency at Edenbrook when you start yours." He pats the open area with clean gauze and makes sure the bleeding has stopped. "I was just working at Exoctica and doing private gigs to help pay for medical school." Finally, he spreads some antibiotic ointment on a gauze pad and secures it with medical tape. "Last Saturday was actually my final shift." He looks back up at her, holding her hand in his, waiting for a reaction.

She should be relieved, thrilled even that Bryce is a doctor too, but she feels deceived. "Why did you keep this from me?" She jerks her hand away. "I feel like a fool now."

"Charlie, no, you aren’t at all. This is on me, and I’m sorry for making you feel that way... Look, being a dancer, I’ve had to keep a lot of myself hidden, especially going into the medical profession where reputation is so important. At first I thought you were just like any other client and none of this would matter. As I got to know you though, I really started to like you, but I still worried our backgrounds were too different... I wanted you to get to know me and like me as a person, and not for my title or profession. I thought if I told you I was a surgeon, I could never be sure of that. Please believe me that despite what I omitted, everything I told you was true, even if you didn’t know it at the time. I know it wasn’t fair of me to test you like that, and again I apologize. My initial impression of you was so wrong, in the best way, and I need you to know everything now because I've fallen for you. Not Dr. Charlie Hawkins, or daughter of wealthy CEO Richard Hawkins, but just Charlie. Sweet, intelligent, humble, beautiful, accident prone Charlie.”

Charlie giggles at the last bit, almost forgetting she’s upset. But is she really? Bryce had been right about her, at least initially. But in the same way he saw through to the real Charlie, she had done the same with him, and none of the rest matters. “Bryce... I get it. I mean I made you pose as my boyfriend with what I thought would be seen as an acceptable career. And I even had thoughts of, ‘how am I ever going to tell everyone what Bryce does if this becomes real?’ But you know, last night I was this close to telling my mom and the rest of the room that you are a stripper and if they didn’t like it, they could fuck off.” They both chuckle, and then Charlie continues. “Because in all seriousness, I have fallen for you too. Although I have to admit, now that I know our careers are relatively equal, I’m worried I’m not good enough for you.”

“I know, right?” Bryce smirks. “A ridiculously hot surgeon with a charming personality? I’m quite a catch.”

“Ughh, I take it all back.” She pushes his shoulder playfully.

“You know I’m joking, Charlie. Well not about being hot and charming of course, but don’t ever think you aren’t good enough for me or anyone else. Do I have to go over the list of things that make you amazing again? I have a bunch more adjectives I haven’t listed yet - funny, driven, cute, sexy-”

“Okay, that’s enough. I get it. I’d list all your wonderful attributes, but it seems you are already well aware.” Charlie laughs and drops her arm against her leg,not thinking about her injury, and winces from the contact.

“Oh, I almost forgot the most important part of your treatment. May I?” Bryce reaches towards her hand and Charlie nods in agreement. He flips her palm up, locking his eyes on hers as his lips graze over the bandage with the gentlest kiss.

"Hmm, it actually does feel a little better. I thought that only worked on kids."

"The placebo effect is part of it to be sure, but the competing sensations can confuse your brain and reduce the pain."

"Now you're just showing off, Dr. Lahela."

"If you think I'm showing off now, just wait until you see what I prescribe next." Bryce suddenly lunges forward and pulls Charlie onto his lap.

Charlie shifts to straddle Bryce, her hands threading through his hair, his settling on her waist. Despite the momentary blip, she wants him more than ever. “And just what does the doctor have in mind?”

“We’ll start with more kissing. Kissing triggers the release of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin, all of which can make you feel better. It also aids in vasodilation, resulting in decreased blood pressure and better blood flow to the injured site, thus reducing the pain. I’ll start here...” Bryce traces his thumb over her lips. “Then here...” He drags it across her jaw, down her neck, and splays his hand over her chest where he can without a doubt feel how fast her heart is beating.

“And then what?”

“Kissing is great and all, but that still might not be enough....” Bryce trails his hand over the swell of her breasts, down her stomach, and lower, stroking her teasingly through the lycra fabric. “...so I’m going to need to make you come. Probably at least a double dose of that to be sure. Orgasms are scientifically proven to be incredible analgesics. Way better than Tylenol.”

God, she's so turned on right now, her body craving his touch. "You seem to know what you're talking about doctor. I wholeheartedly consent to this treatment plan."

Bryce brings his hands up to cup her breasts. "I can assure you, you are in exceptional hands.” He kisses her hard on the lips, then follows the path he mapped out, sending shivers down her spine when he nips and sucks on her neck. As he dips beneath her collarbone, he finds the ties of her bathing suit top, his fingers nimbly unknotting the strings strings. The fabric falls away and Bryce leans back to admire his handiwork. “You are so beautiful.”

In the broad light of day, Charlie’s first inclination is to curl up against him and hide. She’s never been comfortable being this exposed. But with Bryce she feels safe, she feels wanted. He’s not looking for flaws like the love handles squeezed over the back of her bikini bottom, or her abs that aren’t totally sculpted or flat. He just sees her. So instead she sits up straighter, allowing him a better view and his gaze to linger until he can’t hold back anymore. Bryce surges forward, capturing her nipple between his lips then alternating to the other side, the subtle flicks of his tongue set her body alight.

Aching for contact, Charlie rolls her hips into Bryce and is rewarded when his hard length, straining against his nylon shorts, connects with her most sensitive place. She rocks against him, her pleasure building, and when his cock twitches against her, she can’t help but moan knowing how much her wants her too.

Bryce slips a hand inside her waistband. Charlie shifts back, making room for his fingers to work their magic, because as she soon finds out, Bryce’s hands are even better than he proclaims them to be. He slides two fingers effortlessly through her folds. “Fuck, Charlie. Seems you want me as bad as I want you.” With the perfect amount of pressure, he draws circles over the hood of her clit, and with all the pent up tension, she’s already close to the edge.

Charlie’s increasing moans and whimpers clue Bryce in to how ready she is. He thrusts two fingers inside her, and continue to work her sensitive nub with his thumb. His fingers curl around, hitting her sweet spot and her entire body trembles. His free hand tangles in her hair and he gently tugs her head to the side, whispering in her ear, “Can you come for me like this?”

“Yes,” she pants between labored breaths and when he adds in a third finger, she’s done. A volcano erupts inside her sending molten pleasure coursing through her veins, and she cries out Bryce’s name. Charlie collapses against his chest, clinging to him shakily until the aftershocks subside. He slowly withdraws his fingers and she feels empty in their absence.

Once she can move again, Charlie pushes Bryce back on to the blanket and kneels beside him. She pulls on the tie of swim trunks, but Bryce grabs her wrist to stop her. “Not yet, I want to taste you first.”

“Oh...” She could count on hand the number of times Andrew had given her oral during their six years together. He wasn’t a fan, but he sucked at it anyway, so she never came when he did it. However, something tells her Bryce’s tongue can give his hands a run for their money. “...Okay.”

Bryce tugs at her bikini bottoms and she slips them off the rest of the way. She starts to lay down beside him when Bryce crooks a finger at her. “Come here. I want you to sit on me.”

Charlie’s taken by surprise again. Andrew certainly never did it that way. She’s a little self conscious, but Bryce being so into it puts her at ease. She swings a leg over and hovers there before lowering herself onto his mouth. His warm tongue licks a stripe through her folds to her clit, and he moans against her sex, the vibrations making her shiver. He tilts his head away and smiles up at her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Bryce dives in deeper, his tongue sliding past her entrance and then back out again, licking, sucking and flicking where she wants it the most. It feels incredible, but she still can’t get enough. She sinks down further, sliding and grinding against his face, his day old stubble prickling her her delicate skin in the best way. He reaches up to caress her breasts and the pressure that’s been building is about to boil over once again.

“Yes! More,” Charlie breathes and Bryce’s motions intensify, his tongue twisting and swirling in ways she didn’t know were possible. He rolls her nipples between his forefinger and thumb, and that’s all it takes. She’s seeing stars as her core contracts, sending a rush of euphoric pleasure all the way out through her fingers and toes

With wobbly legs, Charlie carefully dismounts and settles in next to Bryce on the blanket. She kiss him languorously, tasting herself on his lips, and Bryce pulls back with a wicked grin. “Needed to see for yourself how good you taste, didn’t you?”

“No....” She buries her face in his shoulder because if she wasn’t already so flushed, she would probably be blushing.

Bryce tips her chin up so their eyes meet, sweeping her wild curls off of her face. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot.” He traces soothingly around the edges of her bandage. “So, did the prescription work?”

“I actually forgot all about my injury until just now, so I would say absolutely.”

“Excellent.” Bryce suddenly rolls himself on top of Charlie and kisses her hungrily. “Maybe I should give you one more dose to maximize the effectiveness.”

Charlie laughs. “I’m not sure if I could hand that.”

Bryce reaches over to his backpack and fishes out a condom from the little front zipper pocket. “Don’t worry, you can relax and I’ll take care of you.”

“I want that, so bad...but you should know I can’t come like that. I just don’t want you to think I’m not enjoying it if I don’t”

“Oh, do you want to be on top then?”

“No,” She shakes her head. “I’ve never been able to orgasm in any position.”

Bryce brings his lips to hers, kissing her slow an deep. “Those other guys didn’t know what they were doing. I’ve got you.”

His confidence is so sexy and she feels the heat start to pool in her belly once more. Their mouths meet again with increased urgency. Bryce shimmies out of his shorts. Charlie doesn’t get a good look at him but when she reaches between them to stroke his shaft, it’s fully hard and feels sizable in her small hand. His eyes flutter shut with an accompanying groan as she works her hand up an down. She circles her thumb over the top, catching a thick bead of pre-cum, lubricating the tip and causing him to twitch.

Bryce bolts upright and moves her hand away. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to cum all over you.”

Coming from someone else, the visual image of that would probably turn her off, but the way Bryce says it only makes her want him more. She immediately picks up the condom and rolls it onto him. Bryce lifts her legs up onto his shoulders and aligns himself with her entrance. “Let me know if it’s too much...or not enough, okay?” Charlie nods in agreement and Bryce slowly sinks into her, her tight walls feeling every inch. “Damn, you feel incredible.”

Bryce sets a slow and steady pace and as good as it feels, she wants more. Charlie grabs his ass to coax him in harder and deeper and Bryce complies, hitting her sweet spot just right with every thrust. Her strangled moans indicate that she’s getting close and she wonders if maybe she will actually come this time. She doesn’t have to wonder long because as soon at Bryce reaches down and rubs her clit, one of the most, if not the most intense orgasms in her life rips through her and she screams, “Oh my god..fuck..yes!” into the wilderness.

“Fuck, Charlie. Why do you have to be so sexy,” Bryce groans as he picks up speed, her walls still fluttering around him. He pushes her legs further towards her chest, almost folding her in half and hitting her impossibly deep until moments later he cries out and his whole body shudders. He stills against her until the rhythmic pulsing of his cock subsides. He flops on his back and gather’s Charlie into his arms. “Fuck, that was amazing. Why didn’t we do that sooner?” He chuckles.

“We’ll just have to make up for lost time.” Charlie absentmindedly draws imaginary lines between the muscles on his chest.

“Oh, I plan to. We have that huge hotel suite and we have’t taken advantage of any of it. There’s the bed, couch, bathtub, shower, counter-top, balcony...” Bryce counts off all the locations on his fingers.

Charlie shakes her head and laughs under her breath. “Lets not get ahead of ourselves. If we don’t get back for the wedding rehearsal soon, Katelyn’s going to kill me before we can get to any of that.” She gives him one last kiss and gets ready to begin their long journey back.

#playchoices fanfiction #bryce x mc #open heart #bryce lahela #Stripped Bare #My fic #n*fw #ns*w #lemon

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* yan! Kira but instead of killing women for their hands he kills women that look like s/o (s/o left him lol)

It should be noted that you, the reader, don’t make an actual appearance in this story, but hopefully, this still satisfies your request, Anon! Tried to do something a little different this time.

Warning: Kira is a creep. Non-explicit sexual content.

i. you are someone who did not die when you should have.

For Yoshikage Kira, hate had become something comfortable, routine, and every morning when he woke up he found it settling into his lungs as naturally as the air he breathed. Air that somehow, with almost unnatural persistence, still carried notes of your perfume, despite the fact that he’d scrubbed his bedsheets with every detergent he could think of before ultimately throwing them out and buying a new set entirely.

You had a habit of doing that. You were gone, a ghost, a memory he found himself reaching for when he wasn’t thinking about it (especially now, in these horrible moments between sleep and wakefulness, when all he could think about was the warmth of your skin against his), and yet wherever he looked he could see your hands resting upon the pillars of order he built his life around, threatening to smash it all to pieces with one delicate, almost casual push. You were gone, but the empty air of your absence had a weight to it all the same, and as Yoshikage Kira forced himself to sit up he could feel it crush him a little more.

He didn’t look at his bedside clock as his feet hit the floor. Even without an alarm, he had always woken up with more than enough time to do as he pleased and take the morning at his own pace. It was something he noted with a satisfaction bordering on vicious as he dressed himself, accepting how hate rubbed against his skin like a second shirt. You had taken his sleep from him, and his peace, but his routine was still his. It was the only victory he had in a war only he was fighting, and if he allowed himself to dwell on it a heartbeat longer than he had to, Kira would have found it breathtakingly pathetic.

Was it hate that pricked at his hands as he cracked a second egg into the pan, or was it just hot oil? Was that hate that warmed his skin as he sat down to eat at a table that now felt too large for a single person, or was the sun oddly bright for this time of day?

Kira forced himself to take a deep breath, chewing a bite of food he couldn’t taste. Hate ebbed and flowed when he glared at the space you obstinately refused to occupy, racing down the lines of his arteries and veins in a rush that threatened to make him light headed…

The scrape of his chair against the kitchen tile barely registered as he all but fled for the bathroom. He had time, he had time…it wouldn’t do to leave the house in this state. You would take his peace and you’d take his sleep, but you wouldn’t take his routine and you certainly wouldn’t take his composure.

This was the litany of lies he told himself as he shed his clothes and stepped into the lukewarm blast of his shower, as if any amount of water could wash away the hate clinging to his skin. Masturbating was a clinical, joyless affair, one he approached like an act of revenge as he forced himself to think of any and every woman he’d encountered recently who didn’t look a thing like you, imagined them doing the things you’d always refused to, a doll-like, docile, obedient glaze of adoration in their eyes as they breathlessly whispered and cried out his name in that way you never did. Gratification wasn’t the goal here; if it were, the disgust that deadened his insides would have turned this into yet another defeat.

He wasn’t even hard. His careful, practiced strokes were of absolutely no interest to his cock; he might as well have actually been scrubbing himself clean, for all the time he’d spent here. Kira realized he was biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, a streak of red running down his chin only to be obliterated in the flow of clear water.

You wouldn’t take this from him. You wouldn’t. His hand clenched, hard enough to actually hurt, as if checking to make sure he actually could still feel something, and then he started again in earnest. He kept trying, and he kept failing, long after the water had gone cold, and he realized with a belated sense of horror that he had lost all track of time.

For the first time in his uncompromisingly mediocre career, Yoshikage Kira was late for work.

ii. they were victims of love, every one of them.

It takes a person and fixes them to the center of the universe. It renders them more compelling than gravity, more terrible than death. It makes them the foundation of dreams, the cornerstone of waking thoughts, the roof overhead that shuts out the stars. It makes their absence unbearable, but their presence overwhelming. Your pace quickens at the thought of chasing after them, your hands tremble in anticipation of what you will do when you reach them, when you feel their skin against your fingers.

What are we talking about? Taste its name on your tongue. Did you call it hate, or love?

She whimpers, a strangled animal bleat of weakness as he slams her head into rugged brick and dirty asphalt—not hard enough to leave a smear of drying maroon, not yet. If she offers resistance, it’s unnoticeable, she just whispers something in a desperate rush he doesn’t bother parsing. He considers the tone of her voice, turns it over in his head. It will have to be good enough.

He assigns her a name. The You of tonight isn’t anything like you, not really; not in smell, not in touch…

Kira leans in, unusually forward with someone he’s just met, and licks, dragging a long stripe along her jaw with his tongue, blind to her shudder at the contact. He tastes sweat, and foundation, maybe a distant hint of the sample fragrances from the perfume department at Kame-Yu.

She doesn’t taste like you, either.

There’s a fear here, though, a muted terror in her eyes as he pinches her flesh between thumb and forefinger and forces her to look at him. Her eyes are the wrong color, the wrong shape, but they have the very same look You used to give him, back when you were still his and knew you’d been bad, and you were finally alone to receive the punishment you so thoroughly deserved.

This You is an inferior substitute. A pale shadow of what the real thing would look like, would feel like, but Kira can’t help but feel a stir of excitement as his hands (so large, compared to her, fitting around her neck like she was made for this, and in that way the two of you were identical) rest against the hollow of her throat. He doesn’t press, not yet. He wants to savor this moment, has to fight against every atom in his body screaming at him to get to the good part, but his patience is wearing thin, and going by the uncomprehending horror on her face his composure has already failed utterly.

You had a habit of doing this. This is so like you, he decides, and in a very deliberate move he presses his hips against You instead of leaning away, letting her feel every inch of what You did to him, thin fabric all that separates her from its full obscenity. He brings his face to hers, close enough that they’re almost kissing, and despite Your frantic jerking she’s powerless to get away.

“You’ve made me late for work today,” Kira breathes, watching wisps of hair float away from her face with the action, “I’ve never been late before. You…humiliated me, in front of everyone I work with…as if your misbehavior at home wasn’t enough…”

You’re saying something again, breathless pleading he’s heard a thousand times—you always did this, you always tried to get out of what happened when you acted out of line—Kira I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kira I was just talking to him, were you following me I saw you on the train please don’t hurt me who are you talking about I’ve never seen you before I don’t even know who you are—

“Whatever will I do with you? I’m starting to think you enjoy being treated like this.” Deliberately, gently, almost for emphasis, he crosses his thumbs over her windpipe and presses, feeling his cock twitch in excitement as the start of her scream becomes a strangled squeak.

This You fights back, and maybe the two of you are more alike than he first thought, because she claws at his wrists and feebly reaches for his face and chest and neck in the same way you once did, and it’s just as futile as when you tried. He squeezes harder, and the tattered remains of his restraint evaporate entirely as she thrashes, canting her hips against him, and he ruts back, letting You have everything you asked for.

You had a habit of doing this. He doesn’t bother counting the seconds the way he used to—this was a punishment, after all, and if you didn’t learn you’d just do it again—and the faster his heart beats the harder he squeezes, until he’s certain he’s felt his fingernails break skin, tearing You apart the same way you continue to tear at him.

For several seconds, once You finally grow still and he’s all that’s holding her up, Kira thinks that she’s more resilient than the others, because he’s still feeling a pulse. Slowly, belatedly, he realizes that what he actually felt was just his own pulse; his grip is that tight.

Catharsis graces him, caresses his chest and makes breathing just a bit easier, but he knows it won’t last. As if a switch had been flipped, all his interest in You is completely gone; he simply lets go, letting her fall at his feet in a heap, already beneath notice or care. His attention now turns to the front of his trousers, as Killer Queen steps out of him in an easy breath and already gets to work, erasing all evidence of the prelude to your punishment, of this inferior You.

Kira clicks his tongue, an indulgent tsk as he sees what you’ve done to him, once again. You really can’t find it in you to behave yourself, can you? How is he supposed to go walking around, with this mess you’ve made him make of his clothes?

Hate settles around his shoulders, comfortable, routine, as he steps away and takes off his coat, holding it in front of him to hide the damage. If this is what he feels like now, he can’t wait until he’s caught up to you, until he finally has the real thing.

#yandere x reader #yandere kira #yandere jjba #by me #I tried something different than my usual style I THINK please let me know if it's any good oh jeez #Appropriate song to listen to: Choke by IDKHBTFM #alright crisis averted got the readmore working again

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larksinging · 5 years

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what are some of your favorite yang headcanons? since i don’t often talk to you about rwby stuff

me tripping over pages and pages of yang headcanons:

okay im not gonna talk about her disability stuff because fuck it thats CANON people just didnt notice it because it was subtle

wait okay let me instead talk about another one of my favorite things to analyze: where do you think ruby learned to never talk about her problems ever!!

okay i have a lot of thoughts about the fact that yang.... is actually a super reserved person? she puts on this outgoing positive attitude but i think thats very much something she puts on. everything about the yellow trailer screams “theres more going onto yang than it looks like”, and yet 90% of the fandom cant see past that. but anyway. i dont think her beacon-era personality is a LIE, per say, but its... exaggerated.

i mean god i think people forget that the only times we see her open up are 1) to blake in burning the candle, when she uses her personal story as a means of convincing blake to her point and not actually to open up. shes being clever here and appealing to something serious. and 2) in vol 5 to weiss when shes already incredibly emotionally unstable and she knows like, ruby and weiss saw her outburst and now weiss kinda has her in a corner. thats not the kind of behavior from someone who is used to and comfortable talking about herself!

anyway i dont think its really all the surprising consider she gets hit by abandonment issues AND having to basically take care of her little sister at a young age. so yang closes up her own feelings because she thinks thats best (which ruby clearly learns from and then, whoops, youve got two sisters with issues opening up)

buuut moreso than ruby i read yang as someone who... spent a lot of time making herself palatable. like cmon she’s a prep, at first glance she seems easy to understand and digest, shes friendly and caring but doesnt really ask much of herself. THATS someone who doesnt want to be a hassle or complicated or an issue because shes worried people will leave her. except that’s kind of mixed in with... letting people make assumptions about her and not really bothering to correct them, bc its easier if people leave because they had a shallow view than if they leave bc they knew the REAL you

i mean we see a lot of this break down after beacon. parts of vol 5 and later 6 she hits a more even like... occasionally being cheerful, but not the overwhelmingly sunny she was in beacon, so thats propely closer to an actually healthy place for her. but in vol 5 after dealing with raven and the front half of vol 6 shes... very irritable and frustrated and... dour. i mean talking about vol4 and yang’s depression and mental health is like a post all in of itself so ill stop before i get sidetracked

ANYWAY yeah i think people dont appreciate how much of yang is actually kind of constructed because she thinks itll protect herself and people around her but what can you do

SOME LIGHTER HEADCANONS yang is the only one of team rwby who can cook. ruby and blake could probably cook enough to survive in a pinch but yang is the only one who can like, cook an edible Meal

coco was her lesbian awakening, because of course

its a little note but yang has this particular look when shes... insecure thats head down + looking up so her eyes are almost hidden by her bangs (it happens twice i swear) and it could be nothing but also i think yang has a tendency to want to hide her eyes when emotionally volatile because. well. when your eyes are a LITERALLY tell to your emotions, and you kind of like to keep your intense emotions locked up....

tl;dr yang xiao long is a disaster who doesnt know how to be honest about her feelings and maybe that was a bad idea

#THANKS MEEKS #i had to stop myself from going on #rorykillmore

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freewheelen · 5 years

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2017 Yamaha FZ-07: Ride Review

Twisties, drag races, and wheelies: my 24-hours with Yamaha's FZ-07. I threw a leg over, settled into the saddle, grasped the handlebars, and that's when everything changed. That's when I lifted the bike off the side stand. That's when I realized how light a motorcycle could be. That's when I thought to myself, 'this is gonna be fun...'

As a Harley owner, I'm used to sitting inside a bike, not on it. I'm accustomed to stretching out my legs, not tucking them under me. I'm comfortable with my fists at shoulder height, not just above my waist. To say the least, the seating position on the FZ was different, but that's not to say that it was uncomfortable.

With a seat height of 31.7 inches, it was, by far, the tallest position I've taken on a motorcycle, but I could also flat foot the bike at a stop. The bars were the lowest I've experienced, but they didn't leave my back sore after a full day of riding. The pegs pushed my feet right under my torso, and somehow, I never felt cramped. The only issue I encountered was a sore wrist and shoulder mid-way through my first fill up, but once squeezed the gas tank with my knees (and alleviated the pressure on my arms) the pain subsided.

Overall, the ergonomics felt aggressively neutral...if that makes sense. The cant of the tail section pitched my upper body forward, but the risers + handlebars combo allowed me to sit more upright than a supersport. Similarly, the footpeg placement lends to a more relaxed position than your standard track bike, and that's exactly where Yamaha gets it right. They designed the bike for street riding, for congested urban environments and lone highways, not for the endless curves of the raceway. But I know what you're saying: what if I want those endless curves? Oh, believe me, the FZ gotchu! If I had to make a pie chart of my seat time with the FZ-07, I'd estimate that 70% of it was spent in the twisties. From Mulholland to Sunset to the PCH and back to Mulholland, I made it a point to test the handling of Yamaha's mighty middleweight. Southern California boasts some of the most scenic canyon roads in the world and I "waste" a healthy portion of my lunch breaks, weekends, and holidays navigating these winding wonders. On a Harley, you're always compensating for the lack of turn radius, you're praying that you have enough lean angle in the hairpins, you're battling against the sheer weight of the thing.

But with the FZ, your wheelbase is 10" less than your standard Big Twin, allowing you to throw the bike from side to side much easier. Not once did I scrape pegs, and I typically touch metal to pavement 3-4 times when I rip through Mulholland on the Harley.

However, I didn't start pushing the FZ through its paces until I adjusted my body positioning to better attack the curves. Tthe FZ came with a curve of its own, a learning curve. When I started my run, I kept the upright posture that makes the FZ such a comfortable bike, but in the twisties, that led to some really uncomfortable situations.

From the neutral position, the bike behaved like it wanted to stay upright along with me. At each turn, I needed to apply excessive braking because the FZ didn't react as if it was following my inputs. Due to this disconnected feeling, I proceeded with caution and lost confidence in a lot of my lines. I know every turn of Mulholland Dr. by memory and even that foreknowledge didn't help put me at ease. I guess familiarity with a bike goes a long way because, at this point in the ride, I could probably beat myself on the Harley.

It's only when I lowered my chest to the tank and my head to my inside hand, that the bike obeyed my commands. Each turn imbued me with more confidence. The forward pitch of the tail section only contributed to the aggressive riding through these sections and helped to compress the front suspension, allowing me to approach each subsequent turn with more speed. While advantageous - and a ton of fun - this was the highlight of the bike's suspension.

It's no secret that the FZ's suspension resides in the budget tier but I didn't think it would stand out so prominently. The first slip up I noticed was the rear wheel drift that occurred in the first few corners. I swapped bikes with a buddy mid-way through the ride and he had the same feedback. The bike seemed somewhat disconnected from the rest of the bike (or disconnected from the road), which wasn't confidence inspiring when it came to rolling on the throttle upon corner exit.

Additionally, the non-adjustable front suspension handled changes of direction just fine, but any irregularities in the road sent the fork hopping like a pogo stick. Isolated, the two issues posed independent and minimal issues. But at times, the combination of the bouncy front suspension and the sliding rear suspension felt like riding on a jackhammer with ice skates.

The twitchiness of the fork and the mushy/vague feedback of the rear monoshock contributed to the general feeling of instability while on the bike. I can't say that I ever felt planted, whether in the twisties or on the open road. At one point, I hit 105mph (in 4th gear!!!) and I had to throttle down because the suspension didn't feel like it could handle any more turbulence. That instance was a microcosm of the entire experience on the FZ-07 because the utter brilliance of the engine makes most components on this bike feel second-rate. First and foremost, the word that encapsulates the motor is: fun! It's torquey, yet it doesn't send you into unintentional burnouts (it sends you into unintentional wheelies!). Though it doesn't boast the craziest horsepower figures, it's damn fast yet it never feels like it could get away from you. The 689cc powerplant is approachable for the novice while simultaneously delivering excitement for the more experienced riders.

Not to mention, the parallel twin is ultra-forgiving. At one point in the ride, I was lane splitting through heavy traffic at 15mph, and I looked down to see that I was in 4th gear! Now, I was right at the friction point, but on my Harley, I definitely would have stalled and teetered into one of the surrounding cars. The FZ didn't even lug. I simply down shifted a few times and blew out of the hole.

When you can practically span 15mph to 100mph in one gear, you know the engineering is bordering on perfect. However, the engine goes beyond numbers. It outperforms its pedestrian spec sheet - in numerous ways.

The day I was scheduled to return the bike, I woke up at 5 am and rolled her down to an empty road along the LA River. I wanted to wring her out. I wanted to get that front wheel up. I wanted to do hoodrat shit!

I started with solo drag races. I would accel hard, brake hard, and repeat. As I prepared for my fourth run, I eased the clutch into the friction zone. The tires rolled over the asphalt at 2mph. I cranked on the throttle and just like that, the front wheel lifted into the air!

Before I even realized that I was wheelieing, the bike set itself down smoothly. I finished the run without skipping a beat, but I can't say the same for my heart. And that's when I realized the importance of brakes because a great engine is useless without an equally great set of brakes - and the FZ's system delivers in full.

The front caliper bites with a steady, reassuring force, but that was expected with dual 282mm discs and a set of 4-piston calipers. What did take me by surprise was the stopping power of the rear.

Sporting a miniscule 245mm rotor and a measly 2-piston caliper, I thought that the rear brakes were more formality than function, but oh, was I wrong! The first time I pressed on the foot pedal, the bike slowed immediately. A welcome feeling for a Harley rider that's used to squishy front brakes and practically non-existent rears.

The only blemish that I could find with the brakes was the lack of ABS. Though ABS is offered on the FZ-07, the model I rode lacked the safety feature. Luckily, I only encountered sketchy situations twice during my ride and the slide felt controllable. Because this is such a long, exhausting, review, I saved the best for last: controls (read as sarcasm). While Harley controls are completely different from the FZ-07, I didn't find the transition difficult.

The minimalistic layout and single-function buttons contributed to a lax learning curve. Though I didn't use the blinkers too often (), I do understand why every non-Harley rider complains about the dual-hand blinkers, because I never had to alter my throttle hand to press a button.

In the end, the FZ-07 was the perfect non-Harley bike for me to test first. It was approachable AND accessible. It was fast AND safe. It was aggressive AND comfortable.

Now, would I buy one? I should start this answer with a note that I would never sell my Harley. That bike allows me to ride long-distance trips with my girlfriend...comfortably. I couldn't say the same for the FZ.

Yamaha's naked bike does a few things very well, whereas the Harley does everything okay! The FZ is a scalpel, my Softail is a swiss army knife.

When it comes down to it, I would only add Yamaha's FZ-07 to my garage as a second bike, BUT I'm not currently in the market for a second bike. In the meantime, I think I'll try out a few more options...

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 5 years

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 21

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Chapter from here on out are not aligned with any episodes. Enjoy

Elizabeth,

I know this letter my come as a shock to you, but you really are the only one I have left that understands what we are going through. Its been six months and I have managed to find a place to call home, for now. I have looked into where you said the cure for Rebekah would be and I must hand it to you, you knew what you were talking about. I am glad I did leave Hope behind, they had some legend that had some relation to her. I just hope that in the future this isn't something we have to deal with. I do not want to have my daughter ever dealing with that place, like ever. While I have Rebekah's cure I cant help to wonder where you are on your end of finding things. How is that going? Do I need to come and help in anyway? Sitting here doing nothing isn't helping ease my mind in anyway. I want our family whole again. I want Hope to be able to see her father some time soon. That had always been my worst fear. For Hope to grow up without one or both of her parents. While I can continuously tell her stories of her father and aunts and uncles, I can tell she feels that things are different. I feel that Hope knows that her family isn't going to be around and I hate for her to grow up like that. I hope what ever plan it is that you have is working out in your favor. Just know that if you ever begin to feel lonely out there in New Orleans, you aren't alone. I have decided to put our differences aside. You are the only family Hope has left. I'd rather not keep her away from someone that has stronger connection to her uncle then I will ever have or understand.

While I would say be safe out there, I don't think that applies to you. You are the unkillable one.

Hayley

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head as she placed the letter down on the desk in her room. She ran her hand through her hair before noticing that her hair had blood in it. Rolling her eyes slightly she stood and actually looked at herself in the mirror. She was currently covered in blood and hadn't bothered cleaning herself off just yet. She had just gotten back to the compound after a long day of 'persuading' a few vampires. Seeing as Elizabeth and Vincent were trying to bring some peace back to the city, some of the vampires didn't agree and as punishment, Elizabeth did what she thought was necessary.

In the past six months, Elizabeth managed to focus more on New Orleans. Restoring the balance between the supernatural beings and the humans had managed to make its way up to the top of her easy list. It was easier to deal with the cities problems as they came. While Elizabeth knew that other things were far more important, this had been more of her day job and her weekday job. Come nightfall and those weekends, Elizabeth was out doing everything she possibly could to find the cures she needed. Tonight, she had would be going to check on the progress of been close to finding Freya's cure.

Elizabeth sighed as she walked into the bathroom and grabbed a wash rag to wipe off the blood. Looking in the mirror, she seen that blood not only covered her hair, but most of her face and clothes. She shook her head slightly and got most of the blood out of her hair and was about to change when there was a knock on her room door. Putting the towel down, she walked out to her room and saw Vincent standing there in the doorway.

"Yes?" She asked as she looked at him for a moment before walking towards her closet.

"They are here." Vincent said from his spot. Elizabeth sighed and nodded.

"I am going to change and then I will be down there." She said before grabbing some clothes from the closet.

"I'll tell them you'll be down in five then." He said before turning away from the door.

"Make it three." Elizabeth said walking behind the changing wall.

Elizabeth sat at the head of the table. Sitting with her at the table with her was, Mary, Vincent and the Mayor of New Orleans. This had actually been the first time they had met since Elizabeth got everyone to agree on that they need for peace between them. Mary had been there representing the Wolves while Hayley was gone. Vincent of course was there for the witches and the mayor for the humans.

"Now, my proposal is simple," Elizabeth said as she looked at everyone. "I would like for us to actually live in peace here in the city. In doing so, I know we will hit some bumps along the way." She looked over at Vincent for a moment. "Having the witches practice magic is their right, no one should keep them from doing what they were born to do." She then looked at Mary and gave her a small smile. "I would like for your people to feel welcomed to live in the city without fear of a witch or a vampire placing some kind of curse on them or without them feeling that they have been forced to stay in the Bayou forever." She looked over at the Mayor. "As always the people of New Orleans are the most important. I'd like for the past terms of keeping the locals safe and allowing vampires to only feed off the tourists to be left intact."

"What about the Vampires, Elizabeth?" Mary asked and Elizabeth gave a smirk as she looked at them.

"Marcel had a loyalty thing where many of them walked the night and it took loyalty and trust to earn a daylight ring. I would like to keep that the same. But, I will not hesitate to put the fear in any vampire that does not follow some of my own rules that I will have enforced. The vampires that have been living in the city and have been following the rules are more than welcome to stay, the others..." Elizabeth shrugged slightly. "They will be handled how I see fit."

"Which is what?" The Mayor asked. "Keep them in some cement prison like Marcel had?"

"Look," Vincent said looking over at him. "Elizabeth invited me earlier to watch a meeting she had with the vampires that reside in the city. While some had agreed to what Elizabeth was saying, a few had threatened and even attempted afterwards to harm one of the witches. Elizabeth did not hesitate to stop them and punish them in front of the others. Her sentencing seems fit to me for what they had done."

"And what sentence was that?"Mary asked looking at Elizabeth.

"Death." She said as if it had been nothing that she had just killed several vampires.

"So you plan to kill any vampire that just decides to break one of your rules?"

"When you are able to put fear into someone that knows you incapacitated the originals, it works wonders. Some will rebel and I will show no mercy for those that wish to cause trouble within the city."

"What about the Originals?" The Mayor asked. "From my understanding you still have Klaus Mikaelson's body hidden within this compound. What makes you think the others will not return for their brother?"

Elizabeth didn't answer right away. She sighed softly before looking at the Mayor. "The others will not be returning anytime soon. A witch has put them into a deep sleep and will not wake until she allows them to. Their lives are currently tied to their brother's life. That is the reason I have him hidden. Killing him means killing them."

"Where is the problem in that?" He asked with a smile. "Killing them kills their lines if I am not mistaken."

"Klaus's sire line had been severed." Elizabeth shook her head. "You would still have those he turned running about in the world. And I would not be here to stop them from having their fun in your city."

"How would you not be here? Aren't you an original now?" Mary asked.

Elizabeth chuckled. "While that may be true, my life is still connected to Elijah. Killing him might as well be signing my own death sentence. So keeping them alive for now is the best thing we have." She said with a small sigh. "But I won't lie to you, there will be a time where they return."

Before the Mayor or Mary could voice there worries with the originals returning, Vincent looked to them. "But when they do, they will be under Elizabeth's rules."

Mary scoffed. "And what happens the first time Elijah breaks one of your rules?" She asked looking at Elizabeth. "I watched Hayley change her views for that man before you came along and she sided with him even when he was in the wrong. How is it you will be able to give him a punishment if your life is tied to him?"

The thoughts alone hurt Elizabeth. She never wanted to even think about killing Elijah. And while he was currently sleeping in a coffin who knows where because of her, it still hurt to even think about the possibility of having to harm Elijah because of her rules. "We will cross that bridge if it ever comes." She said looking at Mary. "I don't see them coming home any time soon." Elizabeth stood from her seat. "That is all I have to say. I'd like for you to think on what I have said. Talk about it among your people and the next time we meet, we can go over anything you may wish to change." Elizabeth watched as they rest of them nodded and stood up from their seats and began to walk out of the room. She turned and started walking towards the opposite doorway that would lead back towards her room.

"Elizabeth." She heard Mary call out to her and she turned around.

"Yes?"Elizabeth asked as she took a few steps towards the woman.

"Have you heard anything from Hayley?" She asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "I received a letter from her today. She's safe, Mary."

"What is the point of her leaving the city and taking them with her?" Mary asked shaking her head.

"Because of mistakes I've made." Elizabeth said nodding slightly. "I asked her to take them out of the city and to find somewhere to stay. To start over in a way."

"Her people are here, Elizabeth." Mary said shaking her head. "She shouldn't be out there protecting them."

"That was her choice Mary. She decided to help me. She could have said to hell with me because I basically took the one person she actually loved away from her and right after, I incapacitated her daughter's father. But instead she didn't and she helped me out. She will come back here eventually. But right now, the safest place for her is being somewhere no one knows where. Klaus still has enemies out there even though the word has spread of what I've done. They wont hesitate to go after his loved one just so when he is no longer incapacitated that he will find that his family is gone. That is why I had her leave." Elizabeth took a few steps back. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be." She said before turning and walking away from Mary.

Elizabeth had driven two hours out of the city to reach a medical lab that she had found a month into her search for Freya's cure. Getting out of the car, Elizabeth walked to the back entrance and opened the door. Walking through the back of the lab, she walked down to the end of the hallway before making a right and opening the first door she saw. Inside she found woman looking through a microscope and she never once took her eyes off of it even as Elizabeth walked towards her.

"Something interesting?" Elizabeth asked as she reached the table where the woman stood.

"Always, Liz, always." She said as she adjusted the focus a bit before pulling her eyes away from the microscope.

"Is this interesting thing what I asked you to look into or is it something else?" Elizabeth had just been curious.

"Yours actually." The woman said as she wrote something down on a piece of paper before turning to look at Elizabeth.

"Please tell me you have something Lily." Elizabeth wanted to feel some excitement that this had only taken as long as it did to find the cure. But if there was nothing, she didn't want to feel the disappointment.

"I actually do." Lily said before picking up her notes. "I don't have the antidote just yet, but I feel close to getting it."

"How close are we talking?" Elizabeth asked watching as Lily got up from her seat and made her way to a filing cabinet.

"I'd say if I am lucky, another four or five months just to be sure." Elizabeth nodded feeling the disappointment slowly set in. Lily seen the look on her face. "Hey, you gave me a blood sample with a poison that I have never seen before, you even stumped my colleagues. Being four or five months out to finding the antidote is pretty damn impressive."

Elizabeth sighed. "Its good news, Lily. It is. I'm just disappointed in myself that I let my hopes get up thinking you already had it."

Lily smiled and chuckled. "I know I am pretty damn good at my job, but I am not that good to find an antidote in three months." Elizabeth smiled at the girl. She had been right though. Elizabeth had wanted Lily specifically. Elizabeth had stayed up several nights trying to find someone who could make an antidote for the poison that Freya had running through her system. Elizabeth had reached several dead end until she came across Lily. Lily had taken the challenge and hasn't stopped working on it.

"What ever it is that you are doing, Lily keep doing it." Elizabeth said with a nod.

Lily grimaced at her words. "I would, but I need another sample."

Elizabeth understood. She knew that the two vials of blood that she had taken from Freya would only last so long. She should have gotten more than that. Another sigh passed her lips and she nodded. "How much of it do you have left?" She asked.

"I have enough to get about another day of test trials. But after tomorrow, It wont be enough to do anything at all." Lily explained.

"I'll get it for you." Elizabeth said already trying to think of what to do. She could give Hayley a call, but she wasn't sure if Hayley had changed her number or anything.

"How would you even get another sample?" Lily asked. "From the rate this poison is moving, whoever had it should be dead by now."

Elizabeth chuckled. "She's not dead yet." She got wide eyes as an answer to her statement.

"H-how is she not?" She asked.

"That would be one of those if I told you I'd have to kill you and you wouldn't get paid type of things." Elizabeth said with a smile. It seemed like Lily understood right away as to what Elizabeth meant. She watched at Lily turned and opened a drawer. Once she had what was needed, she turned to Elizabeth and handed her a kit. "Thank you again Lily. I'll give you a call the moment I have a sample."

"Or just drop in like you usually do." Lily said with a shrug. "I never really leave here."

Elizabeth smiled. "Maybe if you get that antidote for me, after I pay you you should get out and actually see the world."

"We'll see." Lily said with a smile. Without another word, Elizabeth turned and walked out of the room and back out to her car.

Once she was in her car, she rested her head on the head rest. It had only been six months. That's all it had been. Yet, she was feeling like it was taking so much longer than she thought it would be to find the cures she needed. Another four or five months would get the antidote for Freya. That's how much time before she knew she had to do the one thing she wasn't looking forward to. Sighing she pulled out her phone and scrolled through it for Hayley's number. Finding it, she hesitated a moment before pressing call.

Hello? Hayley answered before the fourth ring.

"It's Liz." Elizabeth said into the phone.

I wasn't expecting a call from you anytime soon, honestly.

"I know." She said. "I got your letter today."

Yeah, I needed someway to vent out some feelings. But what I did say in there was true.

"I believe you." She nodded even though Hayley couldn't see her. "I'll have to take you up on that offer of getting out of New Orleans for a few days."

Things not going as planned? She could hear the worry in Hayley's voice.

"They are going just as planned. Speaking of which, Mary is worrying about you."

You spoke to Mary? There was disbelief in her voice.

"I needed someone from the wolves to act as a representative. It didn't take much convincing." Elizabeth shrugged.

Why didn't you ask me? I would have went back there.

"No." She shook her head. "The point was to get out of New Orleans and hide them. Mary stepped up and that was all I needed."

Elizabeth heard her sigh. How are things going with Freya's cure?

"It's getting pretty close. But that is what I was actually calling about."

What's wrong?

"I need a few more vials of Freya's blood. Lily needs it to finish the antidote she is working on."

Lily?

"Right, you dont know who she is. She's the best person I could find that is good at making antidotes for things that don't have one. She's close Hayley."

Alright, I'll text you the address. Should I be expecting you sometime tonight or tomorrow? Elizabeth looked at the time on her phone. It was already late.

"I'll be there sometime tomorrow." She decided.

I will see you tomorrow then. Without another word, they both hung up. Elizabeth kept her head back on the head rest and waited for a moment. If they were only six months into this whole thing, and had the cure for Rebekah and almost the cure for Freya, it wouldn't take much longer until they had the cure for her bite. But that in it's own was something she hoped that she could do with just the help of Lily. Unfortunately, only time would tell.

By the time it was well after noon, Elizabeth had already been almost to Hayley's house. She wasn't sure what she was going to expecting when she got there. She wondered if Freya already had the blood ready for her or would she allow her to see their bodies for a few moments. Elizabeth wondered where it was that Hayley was keeping them at. Part of her came up with what she had done to Malakai for all those years, a family crypt. But feeling like she knew Hayley a bit, Elizabeth thought that Hayley would want to keep them close. They needed to be close together for when she got all the cures for them.

When Elizabeth pulled up the address, she looked at the house she had pulled up to. It was decent enough for them to not look suspicious of anything. It had a nice yard and it had several of Hope's toys sitting in the corner by the front door. Elizabeth looked around and noticed that there were other families around them. She was blending in well. Elizabeth headed up the sidewalk up to the front door before knocking.

Hayley opened the door a minute later and invited Elizabeth in. They politely smiled at each other as Elizabeth walked in and Hayley closed the door behind her. As Elizabeth looked around the house, she could see that Freya had been busy the last few months. There were several pictures hanging on the walls. Some looked like they had been taken before she had left New Orleans while others were more obvious that they had been from afterwards.

"I'm gonna be completely honest with you Hayley." Elizabeth said as she turned and looked to Hayley. "I wasn't expecting you to find anything residential."

Hayley laughed. "Were you expecting something surrounded by trees or moats?" Hayley asked walking towards the kitchen.

Elizabeth followed her and nodded. "Exactly what I was expecting."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble." Hayley said as she washed her hands and went back to what she had started cooking before Elizabeth had came. "But you wont find any of that here."

"That may be a good thing." Elizabeth said leaning on the island. "This seems like the perfect place to raise Hope." Hayley looked over at Elizabeth.

"I don't plan on raising her here for long, Liz." She said shaking her head. "As soon as all the cures have been found and they are awake, we are going back to New Orleans."

"We don't know how long that will take Hayley." Elizabeth said sighing. "Yes, we have the cure for Rebekah. Give it another five months and we will have one for Freya. But what about them? You had that lab destroyed with all the research they had been doing. I don't know how long it is going to take to get a cure made."

"A year is what it took for Lucien to make the damn thing."

"I'm not him. I don't have that type of man power to do what he did. But then again, he was creating something to kill them, we are trying to find a way to cure it. It could take some time."

"Time that she spends away from her father." Hayley sighed and shook her head. "Look, Liz, I am trying to hold on to the hope that we can get this done before she's old enough to actually care that we will have to move or that we are leaving her friends behind or if it even gets to that point where she will want to stay behind because of a boyfriend. Either way, he is going to miss it all and I can't do anything about it. She needs her father."

Elizabeth sighed and looked down at her hands. Elizabeth didn't know what it was like to grow up without a father figure in her life. At the same time, she knew the feeling of not having exactly what you wanted for your child. "We'll get through this, Hayley. She said looking back up at her. "You know I will try everything I can to make sure we get them awake and cured before that little girl is dating and wanting to make decisions on her own."

Hayley nodded. "Good. Because even I know as much as Hope needs her father, you need to see Elijah as well. I know living several hours away from him, even if he is in a deep sleep, must be hard."

"It is at times." Elizabeth admitted. "There are nights where I think all of this is just a bad dream and when I wake up and find the compound empty, I know its all real." She sighed and thought for a moment. "Where are you even keeping them?" She asked Hayley.

"Below your feet." Hayley said with a small smile. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and Hayley chuckled. "There is a basement. I keep them down there. Hiding them anywhere else just seemed to dangerous."

"Good to know." Elizabeth said with a nod. "On the way over here I was honestly racking my brain with ideas of where you would have hidden them."

Hayley smiled and looked at the time. "Why don't you go down there and get the blood you need and visit him for a minute." She said walking over to a door and unlocking it with a key. "Afterwards we can have dinner and if you'd like you can stay the night and leave in the morning. I know Hope has been dying for a familiar face."

Elizabeth nodded and began walking towards the door. "Where is Hope anyway?"

"Taking a nap. " Hayley said with a nod. "Without one, that girl would be running around this house non stop, believe me." Elizabeth smiled at the thought of Hope running around causing trouble for Hayley.

"She's going to be trouble when she gets older." She said as she started making her way down the stairs.

"Tell me about it." Hayley said shaking her head. "Oh, Freya is on the far right and Elijah on the far left." She called down almost forgetting to tell Elizabeth. It would make things easier for her instead of having to open each on up to find out who was inside each one.

"Thanks." Elizabeth called up as she reached the bottom step. She looked around the basement and sighed. All four coffins had been lined up almost in the same way they had been in the moving truck six months ago. She walked over to Elijah's and ran her hand along the lid before turning and walking towards Freya. Lifting the lid up, looked down at Freya and smiled a little. Pulling out the kit Lily had given her, she went to work on getting what she needed.

When she finished pulling out the blood she needed from Freya and stuck them in her pocket. She looked down at Freya one last time and sighed. "So close, Freya and then I will only have to worry about your brothers." She closed the lid and looked at the other coffins. She walked over to Elijah's and hesitated opening it. She knew that there would be no changes. He would just be asleep. She knew he was waiting for her to find the cure for him. And while she wondered what it was he was going through that head of his, she would never know until he woke up. She had no idea what Freya had done with the spell. For all Elizabeth knew, they were all stuck in their own heads until they would be awoken.

Finally making a decision, Elizabeth lifted the lid. Looking down at his sleeping form, she smiled slightly. It was good to see him, but this didn't feel the same at all. She wanted to see the light in his eyes and to see the color return to his face. he ran her hand along his cheek and shook her head. "One cure down, another almost done and then there will be yours. " She said to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "I'm trying. I promise."

Elizabeth heard something behind her and she turned around. She found Hope standing there holding a teddy bear. Elizabeth smiled at her. "Does mom let you come down here?" She asked. Her answer was a huge grin and a shake of the little girl's head. Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head before walking over to Hope and picking her up. "I won't tell her if you don't."

Hope nodded and then pointed towards Elijah's coffin. Elizabeth looked back and realized she hadn't closed the lid. Walking back over to it, she was getting ready to close the lid when Hope reached for her hand.

"No." She said almost giving Elizabeth a glare. Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and looked at Hope.

"I'm getting a glare from an almost three year old." She said sighing. "Okay Hope, we can look at Uncle Elijah for a few minutes before I take you back upstairs." She took a step closer to the coffin and leaned over it a bit for Hope to see. It seemed like the moment she saw that Elijah was laying there, a smile grew on her face. Elizabeth smiled and placed her hand on top of Elijah's. As slightly awkward it was to be having a moment of just looking at him with his niece in her arms, it had been nice. She just wished that she could actually see them. Elizabeth had closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she was no longer in the basement.

Elizabeth held Hope close to her as she looked around at where they were. Elizabeth had been confused as she saw a green grass field. One moment she had been looking down at Elijah and the next, she was wherever she was with Hope. She turned in a circle as she looked around her before looking at Hope. "Your mom is going to kill me." She said as she began walking in a direction she had no clue where it would lead to. After walking for a bit, a house was seen in the distance.

Elizabeth sighed and when she looked down at Hope. She seemed have a huge grin on her face and began pointing towards the house. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and looked towards where Hope was pointing towards. There was movement in the house and Elizabeth couldn't quiet tell who was in there, but who ever it was, it seemed like Hope was excited to see them.

"Down." Hope said looking at Elizabeth. She wanted out of her arms and to be standing on her own.

"I'm not so sure that is a good idea, Hope." Elizabeth said as she continued walking. She didn't know where they were or who was in the house. She wasn't sure she could trust this place with the child.

"Down." Hope whined as she attempted to push herself down Elizabeth's body. Elizabeth sighed and placed her down on the ground but securely placing the girl's hand in hers. Just as they were about to start walking, Elizabeth heard the front door being opened.

"I'm telling you, I sense another witch here." Elizabeth heard a woman say. She picked up Hope once more and hid behind the hedge that surrounded a garden. She looked to Hope and held a single finger up to her lips gesturing for Hope to stay silent.

"How is it even possible? This was a spell you created." A man said and it caused Elizabeth to freeze in her spot. She knew that voice anywhere. She felt her heart speed up at the simple hope that this wasn't her mind playing tricks on her.

"What is it?" Another man asked.

"It's like I can feel that she is so close. Almost as if she is right here with us." That was all the confirmation Elizabeth needed and she moved herself and Hope out of their hiding spot and rounded the corner into the garden where she saw them standing there.

"It's because I am." There was excitement in her voice and she watched as they all turned towards them. At first there was a shocked looked on their faces to see them there and then they were replaced with grins.

"I knew I felt another witch." Freya said looking at Hope. Elizabeth placed Hope down on the ground once more and it seemed that Hope had been excited to see Freya that she ran to the woman. Freya and Rebekah laughed and smiled at Hope as Freya picked her up.

Elijah seemed to be holding a breath since he had turned and seen Elizabeth and Hope standing there. He couldn't believe it at first and even as his niece ran past him, it didn't seem real. Even as he watched as Elizabeth walk towards him, he wasn't sure she was real. The last six months he had not seen her face or even heard her voice. And right now, he didn't know how to act.

"She is standing right in front of you if that is what you are wondering." Kol said leaning into his brother for a moment. It caused Elijah to shake his head and Elizabeth to chuckle as she looked at the brothers.

"Kol," Elizabeth said giving him a slight nod. He returned the nod with one of his own and turned and went with his sisters and his niece.

It seemed that the moment Kol walked away, that was all the two had needed. Elijah took a step closer to her and pulled her to him before bringing his lips down to hers. They both had no idea how long she would be where they were. There was no way to tell if one moment she would be there with him still in his arm or if with in the next minute she would be back in the real world. What scared them both the most was if she disappeared in a moment and she wasn't able to return. They would both have to wait until he awoke. They were clinging on to each other as if it was their last.

#The Originals #The vampire Diaries #Forgotten Alliance #Elijah Mikaelson x oc

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see-jess-write · 5 years

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Parent-Teacher Night

Tagging: Matthew Davidson & Mercedes Jones ( @indiemercedesjones ) When: August 7, 2019 Where: Lewiston Middle School Notes: Matt’s late to his meeting to talk to James’ 1st grade teacher.

Mercy

Mercedes made her way up the three rows of chairs, placing the name plates down. She had just finished doing most of the meet and greets. She had one last meeting but they seemed to be running late. Walking to her desk she knocked down a stack of papers and bent down to pick it up. Someone knocked on the door. "Come in." She said grabbing the last of the papers before standing fully.

.Matt

Matt thought he’d get out of the station right at 6 but a call that came in at 5 kept in longer than expected and he rushed to the school to get to the whole teacher parent thing set up with James’ first grade teacher. Matt couldn’t get over his son being in first grade and as he hurriedly walked down the hall he felt a giant in there. Matt found the class and went in right when he was greeted by the backside of who he assumed was the teacher. “Hey. Are you Ms. Jones?” He asked as he stood and tried not to find this entertaining.

Mercy

Mercedes nodded moving over to the taller man and extended her hand. "Hi yes I am Mercedes Jones. And you must be Mr. Davidson?" she said taking in his appearance. He was taller than her 5'3 height so it was an adjustment looking up to him when she usually looked down tot he kids. "Nice to meet you. Please have a seat."

Matt

“So...?” He asked asked after their handshake. “Do you prefer Mercedes Jones or am I supposed to call you Ms. Jones? Though I’ve got to admit it makes me want to sing that song.” He delivered this with one of his signature, dimpled smiles. Matt went to a chair and sat, feeling huge in the seat. “Sorry I’m late. Had a fire to put out. Literally.” He settled and leaned forward on this forearms. “Am I the last parent of the night?”

Mercy

"Mercedes is fine, and no thank you no need to sing." His smile wasn' lost on her. "Its okay I was told you would be late. And yes you are. This is just to go over any questions you may have, any needs James might have. So you are a fire fighter?"

Matt

“You sure? I can’t sing with a damn but I do put on one hell of a show.” The thing with Matt was he felt right at home talking to people, even those he just met. “And, I don’t really know what to ask. I did read what you gave out on Monday and it felt pretty straight forward. He seems happy with things so far and likes the kids in his class.” Matt shared and nodded with a smile. “Yeah. Been slinging the ol’ hose for about nine years now.”

Mercy

She looked at him and nodded. "Yeah I am sure. " She said picking up her folder for James. "Yeah well I like to be straight forwards. James is a very bright and fun child. I do see where he gets his sense of humor from though." She nodded. "Well you should come back for career day, I am sure the kids would love to get a look at you in your uniform." She placed her glasses on and smiled. "So I moved James to the Blue reading group. Which is good, he is very advanced for 6 years old, you should be proud."

Matt

What was with this woman? It was like talking to a brick wall that was all business and no joining along. Maybe with the fact she was around kids all day that it must’ve stifled her fun side...”I am proud of him. He’s a good kid and he’s taken over reading stories some time back. He prefers to read them to me but lets me join in whenever he gets too tired but doesn’t want it to end just yet.” Matt thought about the career day and it actually had him grinning. “Do you know when that career days happening? I want to make sure I give notice for it. Maybe see if I can get the guys and the truck over here.”

Mercy

Mercedes nodded. "I can tell. He enjoys music class as well. I know its just the first week but I can pretty much tell when a kid really enjoys learning." She saw him light up and smiled. "Usually its in September. I can give you the date before you leave. We also have the camping trip you might want to participate in. Its just an overnight at the camp grounds but the kids really loved it last year."

Matt

“Has he tried to teach the other kids classic rock songs? I play a lot of that around the house. And awesome. That’s enough time to get the word out.” Matt then realized he had a question. “Have the kids shared what they’ve done for summer? We moved back from Amsterdam and I have pictures he can use to show our time there.” They spent a year and a half there and as much as he enjoyed it, this was home. “Camping, eh? Now that I can get behind.”

Mercy

Mercedes smiled. "Yes, good to know he gets it honestly." She shook her head. "That is next weeks assignment. Pictures are always good. It allows the kids to feel like they were actually there. Though Amsterdam is a very unique place to go too." She handed him the flyer for camp. "I give you enough time so you can take off. "

Matt

“I’ll get the pictures printed by then and let him have fun with picking out which ones he wants to share with the class. His mom moved to Amsterdam a couple years ago and he wanted to be close to her. Not that it did any good because she still hardly saw him.” Too much information? Doesn’t matter, he was still pissed about it. “Thanks, Mercy.” He read over the flyer and knew exactly where this place was. “I went to this camp when I was in 6th grade. I didn’t know it’s still around.”

Mercy

Mercedes nodded and frowned as Matt spoke. "I am so sorry Mr. Davidson. I cant understand parents who dont wanna be around their kids. If I were a mom, nothing in the world would keep me from them." She didnt mean to speak up like that, but absent parents bugged her. "Mercy?" She raised an eyebrow then nodded. "Yeah the kids love it. And it's a great way for parents to bond with their kids."

Matt

He sighed and leaned back on the chair, stretching his leg out some. Damn that felt good, even when this chair felt ready to break under him. “Did I call you that?” He didn’t even realize it and chuckled. “I’ve got a thing of changing people’s names. Shortening them. Guess I did it without thinking.” He rolled his head to the side and looked more at her than he did before. Kind of checking her out but in a subtle way. “How long you’ve been doing this anyway? Can’t be more than a few years. I’d guess this is your first but you seem pretty on top of the show here.”

Mercy

"You did, it's a first I mostly get Cedes." She closed her file, he seemed like he was tired and could use a break he did just come from a fire. "I've been teaching for five years, but I moved here last year. New change and all. And I mean I like to stay busy, it's just me and Chewy so I have more time than some of the other teachers." She stood. "I know you are tired and want to get home to James, so we can cut this short. If you have any questions here." She handed him a paper. "My email and phone number are there. And if I am called or emailed at night I try to answer by the next morning."

Matt

“Cedes, huh? I can see that but Mercy reminds me of Uncle Jesse and I can see myself going that route and possibly annoying with you with that line at some point in the future.” Was he hitting on her? Well.....she is pretty hot and Matt didn’t notice any ring on her finger. “I’m assuming Chewy is a dog or cat and that you’re not actually shacking up with a Wookie. But hey, I’m not one to judge.” His hands went up after he said this and chuckled, acting a damn idiot but still amused by his antics. “Yeah. I should get going. J likes to recap his day while we make dinner together. Thanks for the call. If I do reach out it’ll probably be more by text. It’s easier for me.” He got to his feet and felt wobbly and off balance for a second from being down so long. “Thanks for sticking around to talk.”

Mercy

"Mercedes shook her head. "Uncle Jesse is still hot so I don't mind being called that." She wanted to keep things professional but the image of her dating Chewbacca was too funny. "Chewy is my dog, he's my baby. And don't hate on Wookie love, I heard they give the best cuddles. And text is fine, I don't mind." She stood and when she saw him wobble she went to him holding his shoulders. "You okay?" She looked up to him. "Are you sure the fire didn't mess you up? Do you need to go to the doctors?"

Matt

Matt wanted to get into everything she just said but the reaction she gave, getting on her feet and everything, caused all his focus to land on that instead. “I’m good. That chair wasn’t exactly Matt sized and I hadn’t been down off my feet like that in awhile. But no, no need to rush me to the doctors.” He assured her. “Just seeing you react like that tells me J is in good hands while he’s in your class.”

Mercy

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah, sorry about that. They chairs are pretty much kid friendly and not adult friend, if that makes sense." She smiled, letting him go. "I promise your son will be in great hands! Don't worry. And you are free to come help out anytime you want."

Matt

“You just want me to come babysit the kids while you watch Star Wars.” He said as he laughed. “And I’m still not sure about this Wookie love, but whatever floats your boat there, Mercy.” Matt didn’t bother changing it back to Mercedes. Why should he? “Okay. I think I’ve taken up enough of time tonight. And that’s only because I can hear the floor waxer machine whirring down the hallway.”

Mercy

"Excuse you I will have you know that the kids can watch themselves, I am just a glorified babysitter myself. And don't hate the wookie love boo!" she said with a smile. Looking out the door she nodded. "Yeah he hates it when I stay late. But yeah enjoy your night and say hi to James for me."

Matt

“Then you should put a cardboard cutout of you at the desk and hang out under the actual desk like George Castanza did on Seinfeld. They’ll never know until one of them comes and asks a question. Then they’ll think you’re ignoring them and that’ll create years worth of therapy for that kid.” His damn imagination got ahead of him and he knew it was past time to leave. “Don’t tell me you’re the last one in here? I can at least walk you to your car since you stayed late waiting for my ass.”

Mercy

"Lord I do not want to traumatize the kids." she packed u her bag and slipped it on her shoulder. "Its nothing new I am always late around here." She smiled at him. "Well if you are gonna try and be a gentleman the least I can do is let you."

Matt

“If I was trying to be one I’d have a suit and top hat. Fancy the shit out of it and look like someone straight out of a Jane Austen story. This is just me, doing my Matt thing. And why do you leave so late? I thought teachers usually called it quits around 6.” Matt went to the doorway and walked out to the hall where he looked over the artwork on a bulletin board.

Mercy

Mercedes covered her mouth as a snort came out. "Wow. I can't even believe you said that." She shrugged. "I know they do but most teachers have families to go home too. I like being here, it feels less lonely." She shrugged it off. "Ignore I said that."

Matt

“See. Now you’ve gone and hurt your dog’s feelings. He probably thinks you like being home with him but you’re here instead.” It felt surreal to be in a school after hours. As if he was about to disrupt some ritual the teachers do at night. “But I get it. The nights my parents have James its me and my beer and Netflix. Or Hulu. I like variety.”

Mercy

"He is with the dog walker until I get home, I am not that mean." She locked her door and walked out the building. "Oh so you get your "netflix and chill" on huh? But I use Amazon too."

Matt

“Dog walkers hang out with the dog after they walk them?” Matt’s Silverado was parked on the other side of the building but he’d just hoof it after she left. “Netflix and chill’s when you’ve got someone over.” Matt grinned, winking at her. He needs to stop. “Ah. Prime. I let that go but I heard some shows are worth checking out.”

Mercy

"My neighbor always wanted a dog but her mom won't let her so we worked it out to where she takes care of chewy when I am not there and she gets a dog and gets paid." Did he just wink at her? Was he flirting? No he wasn't she was definitely tired. "I mean I supposed." She reached her car and smiled. "Well thank you, I appreciate you walking me."

Matt

“Almost like you’re co-parenting a dog. That was a real nice thing you did for them. We weren’t allowed pets growing up so I feel that.” He stopped next to a car and did one of those bows and pretending to lift a hat off his head at the same time. “I bid thee a goodnight, fair Ms. Mercedes Jones.”

Mercy

"Yeah well I wanted to make her happy and I did. I love Chewy and this way he gets the best of both worlds." Mat bowed and she smirked. "Why kind sir I do thank thee and wish thee a goodnight as well." She said unlocking her door.

Matt

He laughed, glad she went along with this. Matt walked back a few paces and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and waved her off after she backed up and pulled away. Matt knew he skirted a fine line there but it wasn’t his fault his son’s teacher smoking hot. “Not a bad parent teacher conference.” He said to himself as he started the trek to his car. “Wonder what she’ll say if I send a meme as my first text...”

#para: mercedes #v: hot for teacher #muse: mercedes jones #opp: mercedes jones

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allisonbaelfire · 6 years

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Triggered Destiny

Pairings: Theo Raeken x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Summary: (Soulmate AU!) After you parents died you moved to Beacon Hills, to start new a new life. But in the moment you were in High School, you felt something you never felt before.

Word Count: 4,076

Requested by Anon (1): hi! your page is amazing keep it up. Can I request a Stiles Stilinski one where the reader just moved to BC and she's on the dead pool being worth five million but all seems to be a mystery? Thank you so much and if you dont feel like it thats fine!

Requested by Anon (2): Hey! 💕 can you write an imagine with theo where he is dating with reader and he is obsessive with the reader ? Like really obsessive. Not the illness level but you know what ı mean 😂 And you can add a little over protective and touchy theo. I hope you can write. If you cant its totally fine 💗 love you

Authors Note: I’m sorry if this should’ve been a Stiles x Reader where they fall for each other and happy beautiful stuff. I had this in my mind and it wouldn’t go away, I hope you’ll like it anyways. - In this Story, was Theo already introduced in the show in Season 4 but everything that was in 5&6 already happened.

Edited by @nas-marie-loves-u ♥

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BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

“I’m happy to welcome you to our high school Y/N. If you need anything, just tell me.” smiled the principal, Mrs.Martin.

“Thank you so much.” You nodded and exited the office.

You strolled through corridors on the hunt for your classroom. You wondered if it was the right decision to move to Beacon Hills until you aggressively made contact with someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You apologized to a guy with brown hair. His books fell to the ground as but instead of lifting them, he stared into your eyes. “Are you alright?” You asked as you grabbed his stuff.

“Yes.” He replied, taking his stuff and still gazing into your eyes like he was searching for something in them. “Sorry, I’m Stiles. Thiswas totally my fault.”

“I’m Y/N,” You introduced. “and no, I should’ve looked out and stopped sticking to my thoughts. It was nice to meet you.” You departed and continued on with your search.

You paused again after a few steps. It felt as if someone were watching you and now, everything around you became warm and comfortable. Your eyes scanned the corridors and landed on a man leaning against the lockers watching you.

He seemed puzzled, as if he had felt the same energy you felt. The feeling grew more intense and you turned around quickly to go further without anyone seeing your eyes.

You eventually found your classroom and quickly sat down in one of the empty seats. It was just you and few students, so the class wasn’t full yet. You tried comprehending what happened a few moments prior and why you almost lost control for the first time in years. The first period bell rang and the rest of the students flooded in. You didn’t recognize anyone until the guy you last saw in the halls jostled in and stared at you as if he had noticed something.

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Your first day at Beacon Hills High School quickly came to an end and you were more than relieved when you finally arrived home. Still, for some reason you started to feel watched again even though you were alone in the house. And since your parents were dead and you didn’t know anyone, nobody would have thought to come over.

You went through the whole house with an urge to find something unknown to you. After browsing every room and being sure that only the stress of the past few months was causing you to go insane, you headed to the bathroom to throw some cool water on your face. It was then when you looked into the mirror that you noticed your glowing red eyes.

Something hasn’t been right since you've been to the school. You haven’t lost control since you became an Alpha a few years ago and you believed that moving away from your parents' home into a new city would be easier to forget the deaths and to stay in control.

But you were wrong.

The urge to search for something became stronger until you shifted into your wolf form and jumped out of the window into the woods.

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You didn’t know where you were running as you hadn’t memorized the woods of Beacon Hills yet. However, you couldn’t stop. It felt like you had been running for hours.

You paws carried you further into the forest until you saw a familiar face standing near a bridge. You growled but the man wasn’t fazed. He took small steps towards you. You didn’t understand what his intentions were and took the form of a protective stance that was ready to attack.

“I’m Theo.” he introduced. As he spoke you, felt the familiar feeling you had earlier consumed you. The man knelt down to your level, his eyes switching into a glowing yellow. “Theo Raeken”

You don’t know how he discovered that you were a werewolf; your mother always said no one would decipher the difference from a normal wolf to your form. Maybe he felt the same as you but did Theo know you were the girl that stared at him in the hall this morning, running away from him?

You walked closer to him, showed him your eyes, and let him touch you. The warm and comfortable feeling grew as he touched you. You felt safe and bonded with him. Was this what it felt like looking for a pack?

When you found out about you being a born wolf, your mother explained everything. But she never mentioned that an Alpha would look for a Beta or would feel what you felt towards Theo. Instead, she explained that a Beta would come for an Alpha and not the other way around.

You heard a crack behind you and the tranquility disappeared. You looked at Theo and started to run away.

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“Damn it.” Theo growled as he watched you run away.

“What the hell was that?” he heard the voice of Liam whisper.

Theo moved over to the tree where he could make out Liam and Stiles’ scents. “What are you idiots doing here?” He asked.

Both boys revealed themselves to Theo but Liam was the one to answer his question.“Watching you.” Stiles lightly hit him.

“I noticed you were a bit off today and the glare you gave the new girl. I knew you still couldn’t be trusted and now we see you have an accomplice.” Stiles hissed with Theo smirking. “What? Is she the one writing the deadpool? Do you help her?”

“I don’t know who she is.” Theo responded. “Neither do I know who is writing the deadpool and if you haven’t noticed I’m on it as well but you on the other hand—” he crossed his arms. “Are not. If you’d excuse me now, it’s late and I have school tomorrow.” He made a move to leave but stopped. “But one thing: leave her alone.”

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BHHS - Lunch a few days later

“I knew he couldn’t be trusted and you wanted to give him another chance!” Stiles argued with Scott.

“Why did he help us then?” Scott asked. “He needs a pack and who the hell was the white wolf?”

Stiles wanted to answer but noticed Theo walking up to you. “Maybe he wanted to help but now he wants to save his own ass and flirt with the writer of the list.” He responded, staring at you as you smiled at Theo.

“What, Y/N?” Liam chewed his sandwich. “She’s the nicest person around, even after her parents deaths.”

“Liam has a point there. You haven’t spoken to her since her first day even if she’s in the same class as us. Y/N is really nice and Malia even likes her.” Scott elaborated. “Lydia will decode the third list and then we see if she’s on it or not. Then, we can think about what we do but until then, we leave her alone. She has enough on her plate already.”

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A FEW DAYS EARLIER

You stayed in your home for some time to assure you had self-control over your true self. And to avoid Theo. You thought about what happened and searched for explanations in some of your parents' books but came up with nothing.

After those few days, you decided that you were ready to face the world again. So, you headed to bed early for school the next day.

As you shut your eyes, you heard a crack from. You feel like your eyes went red as you quickly got up and stealthily made your way down the stairs.

You couldn’t trust your eyes once downstairs. The light in your living room was on and although you could only see a strangers back, you knew who it was. That familiar feeling surrounded you once more warm and comfortable feeling surrounded you. Theo

He smiled but you growled again. “Okay, don’t freak out. I was worried about you.”

“You don’t know me. How did you even get into my house?” You hissed. “What do you want?”

He walked closer to you and even when you looked like you wanted to rip his head off, it wasn’t how you currently felt.

“To be honest? I don’t know. I needed to see you.” Theo grinned. “I know it sounds crazy but I know you felt the same in the school, in the woods, and I know what you feel now.”

So he knew who I was and he feels the same, you thought.

He tried to come closer but you stopped him. “Don’t” You took a couple steps back. “If you know me, then you would know that I don’t have control.”

“You have no control because you don’t know why you felt the way you did.” He responded.

He made you feel comfortable in a ways you couldn’t explain. Every word he spoke was like a melody you could listen to all day. Your body told you to relax but your mind was clear: you didn’t know Theo. You didn’t know what was going on and you had to stay away from him.

“Have you ever heard about soulmates?” he asked, trying to read your puzzled glare. “I know it sounds crazy— it is crazy but my grandma told me about it. I never believed it either but I can’t bring myself to stay away from you. I just need to be by your side.”

For a second you thought about his words. But then you let out a faked laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Soulmates?”

You marched up to him so you were now right in front of him. He was taller than you but you couldn’t have cared less. You wanted to prove a point to him and yourself. Your eyes started to glow red and you growled at him, trying to bring him to subjugate. You never had a Beta until your parents died. You were one yourself, but your parents taught you what you could be an Alpha. It didn’t work.

“Don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong, it usually works that way.” Theo said once he realized what your attempt was. “But it doesn’t work around your soulmate.”

He gently took your hand in his. In that moment, your heart began to pound faster and than images of Theo ran through your mind. You closed your eyes to see them more clearly. You saw his past, all the things he had done, all he was but it didn’t frighten you. What scared you was that you saw his future too, a future with you next to him.

You opened your eyes and gazed at him. “What was that?” You breathed heavily while a tear rolled down your cheeks.

He pulled his hand out of your grip. “I’m sorry you had to see this. I’m not that person anymore.” Theo took a few steps back with a scared expression. “I should go, this was a mistake. I could endanger you.”

Your mind tried comprehending the glare he held. He was referring to his past, of course, and while you knew that you should be staying away from him because he was dangerous, you felt safer with him than without.

Theo stared out of your window, where the sun slowly began to rise. He looked beautiful with the sun gently touching his face. When you you touched him, you didn’t only see his past and future but you also saw through his soul. You walked towards him and placed your hand on his face so he could look at you.

It was like he put a spell on you, “I’m not afraid of you.” you heard yourself say but not knowing why you said it. Theo looked at you, trying piece together the meaning behind your words. “I-I need you to stay.”

“You might not know it but there is a deadpool with the name of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. They get killed one by one and the killers get money. I’m on it. So there are a lot of people who are after me... and I don’t know what this is here but I can’t put you in danger.” Theo was trying to deter you. But you could see that he was afraid of what you had seen. He didn’t want you to judge him. And even if what he said was true, you wouldn’t be able to let him go.

You saw him looking out of the window, where the sun slowly began to rise. He looked beautiful as the sun gently touched his face. as you touched him you didn’t only see his past and future, you also saw through his soul. You walked towards him and touched gently his face to make him look to you.

It was like he put a spell on you, “I’m not afraid of you.” you heard yourself saying but not knowing why you said it. Theo looked at you and tried to understand your words. “I- I need you to stay.”

“You might not know it but there is a deadpool, with the name of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. They get killed one by one and the killers get money, I am on it. So there are a lot of people who try to get me.. and I don’t know what this is here but I can’t put you in danger.”

Theo tried to deter you. But you knew that he was afraid of what you saw before. He didn’t want you judge about him. And even if what he said was true, you wouldn’t be able to let him go.

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LYDIA’S HOUSE - a few weeks later

“I knew it!” Stiles said as he studied the third section of the Deadpool.

Liam was confused. “Y/N is on the list, so she couldn’t have made it.”

Stiles thought for a moment because Liam seemed to have a point. “What if this is just to make us think she didn’t write it?”

“That doesn’t make sense...” Lydia responded. “The list was there before Y/N moved here.”

“But she was just one town away from Beacon Hills.” Malia interjected.

Stiles nodded. “Thank God someone gets my point. And did anyone else notice that the bad, big, black wolf kinda moved into her house? They’re planning something.”

“To be honest, I noticed that they do everything together. It really seems like they refused to be separated... and I don’t think that this is because he has a crush on her. He seems to be obsessive when it comes to her.” Lydia added. “And he stopped hanging around us.”

“Thats the only thing that isn’t bad actually.” Stiles shrugged.

Scott didn’t want to admit it but ever since Stiles informed him of what happened in the woods with Theo, your absence, and you only focusing on Theo... you were now on the Deadpool. Stiles was right, something was odd.

Scott shot Stiles a glare for him to understand that everyone got his point.

“Okay fine. Theo and Y/N seem to care about each other a lot. So what if, we trick them? See what happens if they think that something happened to one of them?” Malia suggested.

“Like what, telling Y/N that her doggy got hit by a car?” Stiles sarcastically suggested.

“That’s actually a good idea. We’d get her out of his sight.” Lydia replied with Scott nodding. “I can call her and tell her that something happened to him while you get Theo away from her.”

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It didn’t take long before the pack put their plan into action. Liam and Scott caught Theo before he went to see you. Malia and Kira watched your house while Stiles and Lydia waited in the hospital.

After Lydia called you, she informed you that someone had attacked Theo and he was in a coma at the hospital. After that, you sped to the hospital.

When you arrived, Lydia caught you. She waited until you followed her into one of the hospital rooms and blew Wolfsbane in your direction. Your eyes glowed red and you growled at her. She didn’t know if it would work, as she had no idea what a creature you were, so she threw Mountain Ash at you. It didn’t take long because you fell to the ground unconscious.

Stiles entered the room as well. Lydia told him what happened and he understood why Theo stopped being around Scott, trying to get into the Pack. He already found one.

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BEFORE AT YOUR PLACE

Theo was annoyed as he stood in front of your door. Scott and Liam tried everything to keep him in school until he was tired and angry. He entered your house and called after you but there was no reaction. He anxiously ran all over the house searching for you but came up unlucky. You were gone. Theo blamed himself for putting you in harm's way and being needed to get to him.

He tried picking up your scent when he exited your house but found nothing.

He was lost on what to do. After half an hour, he felt something. He felt you. Since he moved in with you, your bond with each other grew stronger. You weren’t really a couple because you wanted to get to know each other better. However, you couldn’t be without one another. You both learned a lot about the bondage of the soulmates and that you could find each other no matter where and when. If one was in danger, then you could feel what the other one felt.

Theo started to cough. In his mouth it tasted like wolfsbane. He put one and one together and knew that someone must’ve poisoned you but what they didn’t know was that he was coming for them. He would kill them in a rush if they’d have touched you. You weren’t a couple but he couldn’t deny that he was falling for you hard. He followed his feeling and ran into the hospital.

“Shit.” Kira said as she noticed in which direction he ran. “How did he know?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Call Scott and Stiles, I’ll follow him.” Malia replied and went after him.

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“What?!” Stiles yelled into the phone. He hung up and shot Lydia a worried glare. “You stay. Take her into the basement—” he commanded as he pulled off your jacket to get your scent. “—and I’ll get Theo on the roof. Tell Scott where I am and please, please do for once like I say.” Lydia nodded and Stiles kissed her head and left the room.

It didn’t take Theo long to reach the hospital. As soon as he walked in, he searched every room for you. No matter who tried to stop him, he didn’t give up. Until he found your smell. He went up the stairs to the roof and saw Stiles with his jacket in his hand.

“Looking for your Alpha?” Stiles asked as he saw Theo throwing your jacket in his direction.

Theo growled. “I don’t know what you’re up to but if something happened to Y/N I’ll rip your head of with my bare hands.”

“Don’t be so mad wolfie.”

Theo stalked towards Stiles. Stiles knew Theo could do what he had threatened him with a few seconds ago but he wasn’t afraid. To be honest, Stiles didn’t care about him. He knew an idiot like Theo wouldn’t be able to have that much money to pay all the hunters, who killed the supernatural. Stiles just wanted to protect his friends, find out who wrote this list of deaths. And you were his prime suspect.

Stiles grabbed Theo by the collar and pushed him against the fence. “Tell me why Y/N is doing this and how do I stop her?! I swear I’ll kill her myself if thats necessary to save my friends ” He yelled at him but Theo looked confused. “It was pretty smart of her to play the new girl and putting you both on her list but you can’t trick me!”

Theo now knew why he was here. Stiles thought you were the one who wrote the list and opened the hunt for supernatural creatures.

“Now listen super officer—” Theo started, switching their positions with Stiles against the fence. “Y/N has done nothing but saved me, giving me a home and to be a better person than your precious pack.”

Theo noticed that the door which he entered to get up here opened again, “Leave him alone, Theo.” Scott growled behind him.

Theo smirked. “Only if I get her back.”

“Then tell us what we want to know.” Malia clenched her teeth.

Theo released Stiles and shoved him down to the ground. He faced the others. “Y/N didn’t write the list. She’s not the one who’s trying to kill us all. Her parents where on that damn list and they got murdered. She was born a wolf and became the Alpha after they died. She moved here because her parents grew up here. Y/N wanted to be close to them again.”

Stiles got up and moved next to Scott, “Let’s say we believe you, why are you two a pack and why are you so obsessive with her?”

“Scott should know that, if he remembers his lost love...” Theo answered calmly but no one understood. “She’s my god damn soulmate. It’s more than just having an anchor to stay under control. It’s like you can’t breathe without the other.”

“My mother told me about that when I was little.” Kira remembered. “The bond of wolves. It’s like a triggered Destiny.”

“—But he isn’t even a real wolf.” Stile replied.

“A part of him is and he’s a strong one. Its possible that he’s telling the truth... and if he does and what Lydia said is right and she is an Alpha, we don’t want to be here if she finds out we separated them. They can’t control themselves when it comes to their soulmates.” Kira stated, suddenly scared.

“Too late.” You growled behind the pack.

“Damn it.” Stiles said looking at you. “What have you done with Lydia?”

Liam was nervous as he saw your eyes in a glowing red. “You weren’t so scary in school.”

You made your way towards Stiles and pushed him aside to see Theo smirking. Your anger disappeared the moment you saw him. You calmed down and ran into his arms. He embraced you and was relieved as he felt you. You looked at him and gently touched his cheek, smiling at him and kissing him for the first time.

The kiss felt more intensive than your first touch. This time you just saw the future you two would have together. You felt everything he was feeling and he felt yours too. You knew you were in love with him and that you wouldn’t survive if anything would ever happen to him.

You stopped your kissing and turned around to the confused McCall Pack. “Lydia’s with Scotts mom. Lydia wasn’t so stupid and tried to attack me again. I’m a true alpha like you Scott, wolfsbane doesn’t knock us out for long.” You smirked. “And what Theo said is true. My parents got killed by hunters and Lydia told me that I’m on the list as well. I’ll— We’ll help you find them.“ You looked at Theo who wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. “But I’d test my patience again. Liam is the only one of knew who knows me a bit and how nice I can be but next time you try to separate us I’ll kill all of you.”

“I’m sorry, we were afraid.” Scott replied, he was ashamed about what he and the pack had done the moment Theo mentioned Allison. And as he saw you two together, he knew you both weren’t lying. If something like soulmates existed then Allison was his once. “I’m glad you both found each other.” Theo and you smiled. “Stiles...?” He looked at his best friend.

“I’m sorry I thought you two wanted to kill us all even when Theo really tried to kill us once. I think I'm biased.”

The others of the pack also apologized to Theo and you which you accepted and went home. After a few days, you and Theo could even sit down with them and work out a plan together how you would survive the death list.

#theo raeken x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #theo raeken imagine #stiles stilinski imagines #scott mccall imagine #lydia martin imagine #malia hale imagine #kira yukimura imagine #allison argent imagine #teen wolf fanfiction #Teen wolf imagine #liam dunbar imagine

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Oppa

Characters : Jaehyun x You

WordCount : 4,886

Genre : Romance, Teacher!Jaehyun

Note : Crappy title, i know. But i can’t think of any other words. Anyway, this is a repost bcs back then i made this into 2 parts (idk why)

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. Your hair had grown a lot longer and you were very happy about it. You fixed your bangs one more time, and grabbed your bag. You turned off the lamp and left your room, walking downstairs happily. At the dining table, your parents and brother were already waiting for you, quietly munching on their toast.

“Good morning!” You chirped happily, taking a seat next to your brother. They all looked up and took a few seconds, deciding whether they like your new hair or not. Your mom smiled sweetly and bopped your nose. “You look stunning, dear”

“Aw thank-“

“Yes, you look stunning, you look gorgeous. But way too pretty for school. What if you get hit on??” Your brother exclaimed, cutting you off.

“Agreed.” Your dad shortly added, sipping on his tea.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a toast. “Come on now, You get hit on all the time. Its not like i would date everyone who hit on me.”

He looked at you weirdly. “Now you can’t blame me for my good looks. You can blame them.” He said, eyeing your parents. “And also, i can’t protect you from those nasty fuckboys.”

“Language, Taeyong.” Your mom glanced at him. She then grinned. “you should thank me and your father for your good looks. People spend a lot of money to get a nose like yours, Taeyong.”

Taeyong sighed. “Still, what if she attracts the wrong kind of people? I don’t want my lil sister getting hurt.”

You munched on your toast and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I will tell you everything!”

Your dad looked up and squinted his eyes. “by everything you mean, um, i dont know, everyone?”

You nodded, finisihing your toast. “Everyone. Friends, Best friends, Crush, Boyfriend, if i have one. I’m only gonna tell Taeyong though.”

“Come on now.” Your dad groaned while Taeyong grinned, giving you two thumbs up. Your dad glared at Taeyong and gave him a frown. “I expect you to tell me everything.”

Taeyong smiled and shook his head. “Nope.”

In which you cheered and gave him a hi-5. Your dad’s face fell and his jaw dropped. He then glanced at your mom, hoping for her support. Without looking up from her breakfast, she shortly said, “Darling, they are young and you should let them be free.”

“That’s exactly why! They’re young and dumb!” Your dad said, frowning. You and Taeyong looked at him, dramatically gasping. “Dad!!!”

“Taeyong is turning 24 this year, And he graduated from the best university in this country and he just got a job at one of the best company out there, and y/n is turning 21 in a few months, also in the best university in this country. So what’s your point?” Your mom deadpanned, looking at him with her eyebrow furrowed. You and Taeyong grinned widely, giving two thumbs up for your mom.

Your dad frowned, unable to argue. ”…….Fine.”

You and Taeyong grinned at each other. Your dad frowned and continued to eat, mumbling about how both of you were “too young” for everything.

Your mom chuckled and got up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “They’re not children anymore, They’re old enough to make their own decisions.” She said softly.

Your dad sighed, glancing at you and taeyong. “I guess you’re right. But still, you two have to tell me about your current boyfriend and girlfriend, alright?”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, doing a salute. Taeyong laughed yet he copied your moves. Your parents chuckled, shaking their heads. Your mom gathered the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “y/n you should get going, your class starts at 10 right?”

You glanced at the clock and nodded at Taeyong. “Come on!”

Taeyong got up from his seat and grabbed his keys. “You know, i always drive you to college And yet you never give me anything in return.”

You put on your shoes and looked at him. “I bake you cakes.”

“I know, but can you maybe, uh i dont know, give your brother a hug or something?” He said, giving you big puppy eyes. You chuckled and stood up. “What is wrong with you today?”

You tiptoed and hugged him tight. “There. Now lets go, I’m gonna be late.”

Taeyong grinned and pulled you outside. “Lets go! Mom! Dad! We’re leaving!”

“Be careful! Don’t speed up!”

Was the last thing you heard before getting in the car.

♡

The ride was mostly silent, mainly because of Taeyong was focused on the road and didn’t want any distractions. You were excited to see your friends. You haven’t gotten the chance to spend your holiday with them as you were busy with yourself the past month. You were trying to lose some weight, to make your skin smooth, to make yourself happy. You weren’t overweight before, but you were definitely not slim either. Your skin wasn’t dry or oily, but you used to have acnes here and there. You were very happy and satisfied with yourself for being able to do things that would make yourself confident.

Now that college has started, You were excited to see what your friends’ reaction about your physical changes. You were also excited to see his reaction.

You walked slowly in the midst of the crowd, being careful not to drop anything or bump into someone. Some people greeted you, some even tried to flirt, and you replied them politely, only thinking about a certain male. You successfully walked past the crowd, and went straight to your class. The class was empty, except for Hani, your bestfriend, sitting in the back of the class. She looked up and her eyes shone. “y/n!”

You gave her a wide smile and walked up to her seat. She immediately stood up and hugged you tight. “I miss you!!!”

You chuckled, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed because people are starting to enter the class. “I miss you too!”

She then let go and looked at you, from your head to your toe and then back to your head. “you gotta tell me what the heck did you do because you look drop dead gorgeous”

“Actually I-“

“I mean you look hot before but now you’re like, so freaking hot??” Hani cut you off, shamelessly checking you out.

You chuckled, blushing a little bit because she was being too loud. “yea i’ve been working on it the past month.

She smirked and then whispered. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

You blushed, a certain male popped into your head. “I’m scared though. What if he thinks i’m ugly??or if my bangs are weird?”

Hani looked at you weirdly for a few seconds before hitting your head lightly. “Have you seen yourself? You look gorgeous. You’ve got to change that mind set. Be confident”

You rolled your eyes, but she was right. You have to be confident. “Kay, im gonna sit in the front. you coming?”

She shook his head. “Nope. I’m planning to take a nap.”

You chuckled at her response, and then walked to the front of the class. You chose the chair that was the nearest to the teacher’s desk. It was your unassigned assigned seat. You sat down and put your bag down, only pulling out your notebook and a black pen.

You patiently waited, seeing students started to fill up the class. By the time the clocks struck at 9.50, the class was already full. You watched the door as your heart started to beat faster, expecting a certain someone to walk in.

At exactly 10 AM, The person you were waiting for finally walked in. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black skinny jeans. His usual curly brown hair was now gone, replaced by a short jet black hair. He was gorgeous.

“Good morning class!” His deep smooth voice immediately rang through your ears. You can hear the students replying his greetings, but you stayed silent, eyes glued to the figure in front of you. You failed to notice the way he furrowed his eyebrow at you.

“Good morning, y/n. Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, grinning at you. You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, and blushed. “Good morning, Mr. Jung”

He chuckled and whispered not so quietly. “Its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

The class started to cheer, some people cooed. You were blushing so hard that you were sure you looked like a boiled crab. Jaehyun saw your blushing face and laughed. “I was just kidding, y/n. Your face is so red right now.”

You nodded, still unable to control your blushing. Jaehyun then chuckled some more. He then bent down to your level and whispered, quietly this time, “I’m sorry, y/n. But you look so cute that i cant help it.”

You looked up at him, surprised. His face seems a bit different from usual, his cheeks seemed a bit pink. He quickly turned his expression back to a straight one, cheeks no longer pink. He then stood back up and went to his desk.

“Now that you’re all smiling, i can begin the lecture much easier.” He said, grinning widely. There were still some groans, but you could hardly hear it. You were so confused by what he had said. He really thinks i’m cute? Or was it another joke to make the situation better? But i swear i can see him blushing? Or was it only my imagination?

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts as he began the lecture, His deep voice always getting your attention. Mr. Jung Jaehyun was one of the youngest lecturer at the age of 24, only 2 years older than you. And he was one of the hottest too. He was friendly and easygoing, and almost everyone fall for him. Including you. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to fall in love with your lecturer, but you just can't resist his angelic smile.

Hours went by, without you know it, the class was coming to an end. By the time he glanced at his watch, you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed.

“Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll see you guys on Friday. Remember to complete and bring the worksheet okay?”

“Okay Mr. Jung.” The class automatically replied. They started to pack up their bags, some already left the class. You had no class after this, so you took your time and packed up your things slowly. Hani walked to your seat, only to give you a wink and a knowing smirk, and then left. By the time you were done, the class was already empty. Except for you, and ofcourse, Mr. Jung Jaehyun.

You weren’t planning to make any moves today, what happened this morning was enough for you. You had been quiet the whole time he was giving lectures, which was unusual for you. You usually raise your hand a couple of times, mainly because of you actually want to ask, or just trying to get his attention. Today, however, was different. He jokes around a lot, but never these kind of jokes. And yes, although he had been so soft and caring towards you, It wasn’t usual for him to casually make that kind of joke towards his students. Especially you. He usually starts the class with a simple greeting and a sweet smile, and that’s it. You were thinking about it the whole time he was giving his lectures. Was it because of your new looks? Was your hair odd or something?

Your train of thoughts disappeared as someone ruffled your hair. You quickly looked up, only to meet the most beautiful pair of eyes gazing back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about this morning. You were quiet and a little bit pale so I thought you were nervous.” Jaehyun said apologetically, his lips pressed into a thin line. You could smell his cologne, and it was enticing. You realized he was still waiting for your answer so you pinched your thigh so you can stop daydreaming about the same man that was standing right in front of you.

“O-Oh, its alright, Mr. Jung. You’re not wrong, I was a little bit nervous this morning. Thanks for noticing, though.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile. He gave you a worried look and crouched down to match your eye level. He tilted his head to get a better look of your face. “But why? You have been in my class for the past 3 years, and your grades were great.There’s nothing to worry about.”

You bit your lips and looked down, unsure what to say. You were trying your best not to blush, by thinking it was Taeyong in front of you, instead of him. It worked, though. “Um, I think its because of today is the first day of college after holiday? And also, its my last year here..”

You mentally slapped yourself for that lame excuse. But it seemed like it works. Jaehyun nodded, and stood up. You were a little bit disappointed because now that he was standing, it means that the conversation was going to end.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. I was a bit nervous today too, you know? So you’re not the only one.” He chuckled, walking back to his desk. You stared at him weirdly. “But why?”

“Because I have finally gathered all my courage to make a move on the girl of my dream this year.” He said, smiling widely as he gathers his things. His smile was so bright, that it broke your heart. It made you sad to know that there was someone out there that made him smile so bright. And that ‘someone’ wasn’t you.

You felt a pang in your heart as you tried to smile with him. “Really? That’s great, Mr. Jung.”

It sounded so small and pathetic, but that was the best that you can do. Jaehyun immediately looked up at the tone you were using, his eyes wide at the sight of the tears that were threatening to fall down anytime.

You know that he can practically see your red eyes, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, but there was nothing you can do. You wanted to leave the room as soon as possible, as you weren’t able to hold it any longer.

“y/n, I didn’t-“

“I’m sorry Mr. Jung, but my brother is waiting for me outside. See you on Friday.” You quickly said, rushing out of the class before he can even reply. Taeyong didn’t pick you up, you lied. You didn’t look back, and went straight outside.

By the time you arrived at the bus stop, tears were already streaming down your face. You grabbed a pack of tissue from your pocket and carefully dabbed your eyes with it.

The girl of his dream… is it another teacher? Of course it is. Who? Is it Ms. Lee? She’s young and pretty…Or maybe its Ms. Park? Hani said she once saw them in a coffee shop together…

You quickly snapped out of your thought as the bus you were waiting for finally arrived. You got on the bus and sat in the back of the bus. As you got closer to your home, you realized that you couldn’t go home like this. Taeyong will freak out if he sees you like this.

You got off the bus, thinking where you should go.

Maybe walking a bit slower than usual will do the trick.

After walking 15 minutes from the bus stop, you sighed. Walking slowly would only get you to think about what happened today. And you have always hated slow walking.

With that, you continued to walk in a rather fast pace and arrived at your home in less than 10 minutes. You saw Taeyong’s car parked in front of the house, gulping slightly. Its 2 PM, why is he home already?

You took a mirror from your bag and checked your appearance. Your eyes were still a little bit puffy, but there were no tears. That’s good enough for now.

Taking a deep breath, You slowly entered the house. No signs of Taeyong. “Thank god…”

“Thank god for what??”

You squealed In surprise, clutching your heart as you turn around to face Taeyong. He was looking at you weirdly, his eyebrow furrowed.

“Um… thank god it wasn’t hot outside?” You quietly answered, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, and left to the kitchen without another word. You sighed in relief, and went upstairs.

You entered your room and locked the door. You put your bag on the floor and changed into more comfortable clothing, sighing in relief as you finally take off that skinny jeans. Plopping down onto the bed, you let your mind wanders.

You unconsciously smiled as you remembered Jaehyun’s compliment this morning, wanting nothing more than to hear it over and over again. But the tears started to come back as you recalled his smile when he thought about his “dream girl”.

How can i not know this before?

It had been 2 years since you started to have these feelings for him, 2 years since you started to have late night thoughts about him. you had been searching facts about him, his birthday, his favourite song, his hobby. Obviously, you didn’t do enough research because until this day, you still haven’t found out about his status. He wasn’t married, but you didn’t know if he had a girlfriend.

Taeyong is going to turn 24… and yet he is still single…Jaehyun is the same age as Taeyong, so maybe he is still single too?

You sighed as you realized that it was a dumb assumption. the tears kept falling down, so you closed your eyes, hoping that when you wake up, none of these things had happened.

♡

It had been days after the incident, and without you know it, it was already Friday. You haven’t gotten much sleep, your mind refused to stop thinking about that incident. You haven’t eaten a proper meal too since that day, only eating ramyeon every night.

Your class started at 3 PM, so you don’t have to wake up early and pretend to be happy and excited in front of your family like how you did for these past 3 days. The house was empty the moment you came out of your room, no signs of your parents, no signs of Taeyong either. You eyed the sandwich that your mom made for you. You didn’t feel like eating, so you put the sandwich in the fridge for later.

You sighed, not wanting to meet Jaehyun and his stupid smile. Yes, for the past 3 days you have met him several times, but all those times consist of Jaehyun trying to talk to you, and you running away. It was stupid because you were still going to meet him anyway. This was your last year, you can’t just miss all of his class and still hope you’ll get a good gpa. You thought about him all the time after that incident, and decided that he was not worth your precious time. You should be spending your last year in college studying, and going out occasionally with your friend.

You arrived only a minute before 3 PM, and immediately took a seat in the back of the class, next to Hani. She looked at your eyebags, and then your small wrists. “Are you okay? You look like youre about to faint anytime now.”

You nodded, pulling out your book and your pen. “I’m fine. I guess this is what heartbreak looks like.”

She was about to say something but his voice cut her off.

“Good morning class!” He greeted loudly, walking towards his desk. His hair looked a little bit messy, and there was something off about him. Nonetheless, he still had a smile on his face, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Good morning Mr. Jung” the students replied just as loud. You looked down, trying to hide your face so he won’t notice you. You could feel his gaze on you, but you ignored him as you pretended to write something on your notebook.

“I really hope that you all have done your work, because i’m going to collect those in a minute.” He said, not a single emotion on his face. You tried to peek and you regretted doing exactly that in an instant.

He was looking at you with the softest gaze you have ever seen, his beautiful dark brown orbs glistened under the sun’s bright light.

Even though the eye contact only lasted for a few seconds, it almost felt like he read you. You broke the eye contact first, feeling like you would burst in tears if you keep staring.

Jaehyun then started to collect the worksheets, one by one. It made you nervous, because you will have to face him. As he got closer, the more nervous you became. You were not sure what made you nervous. Maybe because you were scared you would do something stupid, Or maybe you were just not strong enough to see his face.

A figure stopped in front of your desk, and you already knew who it was. You shakily gave him your worksheet, refusing to look at his face. He accepted it and left without a word, to your surprise. You sighed, both in relief and disappointment.

You felt your Hani’s concerned gaze on you. “y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You look so pale.”

You turned to her and gave her a weak smile. “I mean, i only eat ramyeon for the past few days but im fine i guess.”

Hani’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed your shoulder. “Oh my god, why? Are you okay right now? How do you feel? How about your stomach?”

Her voice was loud, so loud that it immediately captured Jaehyun’s attention. He glanced at the two of you, looking concerned. But you looked the other way, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, thankfully.

You glanced at Hani and gave her yet another small smile, signalling that youre okay. Hani looked concerned, but she nodded and stayed quiet. Jaehyun then went back to his desk and began the lecture.

The whole time he was standing in front of the class, you felt nauseous. Maybe its because of all those ramyeon, or maybe its because of the negative thoughts that you’ve been having these past days, or maybe its because of him? Whichever it was, it got worse and worse as the hours went by. By the time Jaehyun ended his lecture, you can no longer see clearly. Everything was blurry, and spinning. You tried to reach out to Hani, but you can feel your body fell before you can even touch her. Hani’s scream was the last thing you hear before it all went dark.

“y/n, I’m so sorry”

Huh?

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. White sheets, white walls, white circular lamp? This is not my room….

You sat up slowly, looking around the room. No one was there but you, sitting on a bed, looking clueless. “I thought i hear someone…”

You shrugged and paid attention to the room, now that your vision got clear. You finally recognized the room and realized that you were in the nursing room.

“Oh great, i’m still here.” You sighed.

Your head still hurts, but you tried to stand up. Mainly because it was already dark, as you can see from the window across the room. Nursing room sure is scary when night comes.

You found your backpack and all your belongings on a chair besides the door. You tried to pack all your things quickly, uncomfortable with the atmosphere. You almost got a heart attack when the door swung open.

It was Jaehyun.

His eyes widened as he saw you on your knees, trying to pack your bags. He quickly pulled you up on your feet and guided you back to the bed. “y/n, what are you doing? You need to rest!”

You stayed quiet, unable to think, unable to process anything. You decided to answer him with the most logical answer, with the smallest voice. “But its already dark…..”

He sighed, and sat beside you. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m really sorry. Are you okay? Do you want to go home now?”

You nodded, trying not to show any emotions. “yes, i want to go home now.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked at your eyes. “we need to talk, you know that right?”

You looked back at him, taking a shaky breath before answering him. “Yes, i think i need to know what happened after i fainted?”

“Thats not what i meant, but okay…” Jaehyun sighed, eyes looking down at his knees. “I brought you here. Hani insisted to stay but i told her to go home, i told her that im going to wait until you wake up, because i know this is my fault.”

You nodded, looking away. It was quiet for a few seconds, none of you know what to say.

“y/n we really need to-“

“I need to go home.” You quickly cut him off, standing up to pick up your bags. Jaehyun immediately stood up too, grabbing your bags before you can. “I’ll take you home.”

“I can go home by myself.” You answered stubbornly, trying to take your bags from his hands. Jaehyun then looked at you straight in the eye.

“No.”

With that, he grabbed all your belongings and also his, and opened the door for you. You wanted to argue, but you were too weak so you decided to just agree with him. He then followed outside and closed the door behind him. You let him guide the way to his car.

When you approached his car, he immediately opened the door for you. Having no choice but to give in, you gave in and sat in defeat. He put the seatbelt and put your bag on the back seat. He then entered the car and set his seatbelt.

It was silent.

The whole ride was silent.

You haven’t even told him your address, but he didn't ask anything. You got a little bit scared, because at first it didn't seem like he was taking you home. But after seeing the familiar bus stops that you usually see on your way home, you sighed in relief.

The atmosphere was awkward, but it was better than having to talk casually, cause you both know it is not the time to do so.

“y/n?….” He called you softly.

You answered without looking at him. “Yes, Mr. Jung?”

He sighed when he heard your reply, But he decided to let it go. “Can i ask you something?”

You can practically feel your heart thumping loudly, hands started to sweat. “Um, yeah sure. Whatever.”

“Why did you cry?….” He asked softly, eyes still focused on the road. You bit your lips, unsure what to answer. “I cried because it hurts.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, concerned. “What hurts?”

My heart.

“My legs. I fell down the stairs that morning.” You knew it was a lame excuse, But your mind was a mess because of the soft tone that he was using.

Jaehyun was taken aback with your reply. He stayed silent for a few minutes, before nodding and letting out a small “oh”. After that, it was dead silence. He didn’t even try to initiate a conversation or anything. From the corner of your eye, You can see that his soft gaze turned into a sad, disappointed one. But you tried to let it go,because you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

When you arrived at your home, Jaehyun killed the engine and quickly opened the door for you. You managed to say a small thank you and proceed to walk as fast as you can to the front door. Jaehyun stood by his car, unable to do anything as you hurriedly walked to your home. You stopped in front of your door, and looked back. Jaehyun was standing there, looking at you with a sad gaze and a small, forced smile.

Its gonna be now or never.

“Mr. Jung?”

You called out weakly, slowly turning to face him.

“Yes, y/n?” He answered, and this was the first time that his voice sounds weak.

“I Lied.”

“……about what?” He furrowed his eyebrow, confusion written all over his face.

“I cried because i love you.”

His eyes widened as he heard your words. He remained in his place, mouth gaping as if he wants to say something but can’t.

You chuckled bitterly. “It’s okay, Mr. Jung. I know that i have no chance. I just think that letting it all out after holding it in for 2 years would make me feel better. Good luck on your moves, Mr. Jung.”

With that, you quickly turned your body around, trying to open the door as soon as possible. Your movements were stopped by a single hand holding onto your arm.

Jaehyun quickly turned your body around and looked straight into your already glistening eyes.

“Mr. Jung, what are-“

Your words were cut off by a pair of soft lips landing smoothly on top of yours. He was holding the side of your face gently, his other hand holding your waist. You were too struck in the moment that you were unable to move. Why is he kissing me? What about his dream girl?

When he pulled back, you were standing there with your mouth agape. So many things going on right now, So many thoughts in your head. Without even realizing, tear drops have already stained your cheeks.

“Mr. Jung why did-“

With a soft smile, he wiped your tears.

“I told you before, its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

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