#embarrassed blushing heart racing nauseous and for WHAT

[hawkeyebj]

i am re-watching top gun but i keep pausing because maverick (who i love more than anything) is being so cocky rn that it gives me secondhand embarrassment

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Soooo I know you don’t write aged up Netayam but what about maybe Neteyam’s (18+) girlfriend that he just broke up with and Jake can finally make his move on her after longing for her? I love a “your dad will do” scenario ❤️

NONNIE OMFG YOU GOT ME PURRING

THE WAY I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA—

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Jake feels for his son. He truly, truly does. He knows that it can't be easy for Neteyam to handle the break up since he clearly liked you so much. But part of Jake is just too human. Too selfish, too greedy, too opportunistic to let the chance slip away.

He's had his eye on you for a while. Before Neteyam did. He's had a thing for you, a young, naive girl only in her early twenties. He just never brought himself to doing anything about it.

And then, when you and Neteyam had gotten together, Jake had been a little resented, a little upset, but he knew there was nothing left to do.

But now...

You and Neteyam had broken up. It was over. Jake was free to make a move on you.

He finds you deep in the forest, simply spending your time surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere of the nature around you.

When you hear him approach, you turn to look at him, eyes growing wide. You spring to your feet, tail swishing nervously as you greet, “Mr. Sully.” You sign I See you and ask, “How can I help you?”

Jake chuckles softly. “Relax, kid. I'm not here for anything. Just wanna talk.”

You sit down, nodding, looking anxious. He sits beside you, his amber eyes watching you closely.

“Is this about Neteyam?” you question quietly.

“If you want it to be,” he responds easily.

You nod gently. “I'm sorry if I've caused him pain, or-or anger or anything like that,” you start. “I just...I couldn't be with him anymore.”

“Okay.”

You swallow, your nerves getting the best of you. You can't believe you're about to do this, can't believe how bold you are.

You can't help it. You really can't. You'd liked Neteyam, truly, but as time wore on, you realized that Jake caught your attention more than his son did. Somewhere along your relationship, you ended up preferring Jake over Neteyam. And no matter how bad you tried to pretend that Neteyam was Jake, it just didn't cut it for you.

“Mr. Sully, I...I became attracted to someone else while I was with your son,” you admit, your ears folding back against your head. “That's why I couldn't be with him.”

After a moment of silence, Jake places his huge hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing the soft stripes on your flesh. Goosebumps form on your skin and you shudder gently. Jake smirks slightly.

“You know you can tell me anything, kid,” he says. “You can trust me. It's okay.”

You swallow down your nerves. “Mr. Sully, I—”

“Jake, kid,” he corrects. “You can just call me Jake.”

You can feel yourself blushing slightly. “Jake, I...” You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “I left Neteyam because I...I prefer you.”

Your eyes dart away from his, staring at your lap. Your heart is racing in your chest, your ears ringing. You feel a little nauseous and you're trembling slightly.

Jake raises an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised, and his tail swishes behind him, excited. “Me?” he asks, grinning cockily. You've just boosted his already-inflated ego, and you've gotten him in the mood to tease you.

You nod, shy. “I guess I just...felt more attracted to you than to your son, and I knew I couldn't be with him.”

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Neteyam wasn't enough for you, angel?”

You try to read the expression in his eyes, but it's impossible. You shake your head, biting your lower lip, uneasy.

He chuckles. “You just needed an older man, hm? Little miss daddy issues, yeah?”

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed and a little foolish, but say nothing.

Jake keeps pushing it. “You just want someone to take care of you, don't you, honey?” he coos, pulling you to him, encouraging you onto his lap. “Just want someone t'guide you and protect you, hm?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, your eyes wide, your heart racing. Jake's gaze is thick and predatory. It sends shivers through you and makes you shudder on top of him.

His cock twitches, springing to attention, and you gasp quietly when you feel it poke between your thighs.

Jake smiles. “Y'see what y'do to me, girl?” He inches his lips toward your neck, his mouth ghosting your skin as he says, “You feel how bad I want you?”

You nod gently. “I do,” you say quietly.

“You think you can fix it?” he questions. “Help me out, yeah?”

You swallow, nervous. “Okay.”

Jake kisses your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse. “Did Neteyam ever teach you that?” he asks. “He teach you to help out with a hard-on?”

Your mouth runs dry, your pussy growing wet. “N-no, sir.”

Jake groans lowly. On top of the fact that he's stealing you from his son, he's going to corrupt you. Jesus, he's a horrible fucking influence. And yet, he can't keep himself away from you. He knows he should. He just can't.

Jake lifts you to your feet before standing in front of you. He towers over you, dwarfing you. He's enormous, broad chested, tall, and the sensation of him being so much larger has your tail swinging side to side, delighted.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he says, and you're quick to obey. He grabs your chin in one of his hands, crudely running his thumb over your lower lip. He pulls it down before releasing it, his eyes trained on the soft flesh. He slides his thumb into your mouth, and you open up. He presses the digit down on your tongue and you just look up at him, eyes big and innocent, curious as they watch him.

He smiles down at you. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he questions, pulling his thumb out of your mouth.

“Yes, sir,” you reply. You can feel a heat spreading between your legs, growing wet and slick.

He undoes his loincloth, his eyes never leaving yours. When he discards the item to the ground, your gaze falls to his cock. Your eyes almost glow at the sight. He's long and thick, a prominent vein running up his underside. The tip is a dark blue, precum glistening on the head.

“Can I...can I touch it?” you question, glancing up at him.

“Go ahead,” Jake says.

You run your fingers over his length, tracing the vein, and he groans softly. You wrap your hand around him, softly jerking him, watching his reaction.

Jake's ears fold back to his head, his eyes darkening with lust. He licks his lips as he watches you lean in, your pretty puppy eyes looking at him when you kiss the tip. He hisses lowly.

You lead the head of his cock over your lips, smearing his precum on your mouth before allowing him inside. Your tongue rubs against his underside, the wet cavern of your mouth making him twitch. You bob you head, trying to fit all of him down your throat.

You gag, making him groan. “'s it too big, love?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head softly. You take him deeper, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat, and you gag again. But it doesn't stop you.

One of Jake's enormous hands grabs onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Such a good girl, hm?”

Your eyes meet his, shining with delight from his praise, and he chuckles. He's got you wrapped around his finger, and you don't even know it.

You move your hand to his balls, swollen and heavy, and you caress them carefully.

Jake groans, “Fuck, angel. You're gonna make me jizz all over you before I even stick it inside you.”

You pull away, releasing him from your heavenly mouth. “Inside?” you echo, your eyes studying his.

He smiles gently. “C'mere.” He helps you to your feet, one of his hands sneaking under your loincloth and caressing your sopping folds.

Your eyes widen, ears folding back as a little gasp leaves you.

“If y'want, I'll put my cock in here,” he tells you, sliding a finger into your pussy, your gummy walls warm and tight around his digit.

You grab onto his arms, nails digging into the muscles under his skin. “Please,” you whine. “Sir, please. I-I want you to put it inside.”

Jake kisses the top of your head softly. He pulls his finger out of you and leads you to the ground, lying you down before him. He spreads your legs, your feet planted on the ground, and his eyes watch your pussy.

He spreads your folds apart with his fingers, eyes growing hungry at the sight of your soaked, needy cunt. He wants nothing more than to just fuck you, but he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “There's nothing wrong if you don't.”

“I need you,” you reply. “Need you inside. Please, sir.”

Jake shudders. He positions himself between your thighs, running the thick tip of his cock against your soft folds. “Deep breath, kid,” he says softly.

You obey and he sinks into you, his cock meeting no resistance from your pussy as you stretch to fit him. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, hips jolting.

When he's fully inside of you, Jake asks, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, nails digging into the soft soil below.

“Say it,” he orders, voice stern.

“I'm okay, sir,” you reply, chest heaving up and down with your hurried breaths. You roll your hips up, searching for more friction, and Jake chuckles softly.

He thrusts into you gently, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent 'o' and you're sinking your nails into the dirt.

“'s that good, hon?” he questions, his enormous hands holding onto your thighs, fingers kneading into your flesh.

“Yes,” you whimper, chest heaving, pussy dripping. “'s so good, sir.”

He smirks down at you before training his eyes on your cunt. He watches as his thick cock forces you open, coated in your slick, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says, voice rough. “Look at how well you take me, girl.”

“Mhmm,” you manage, feeling something hot and dizzying building up in your womb.

“God, who else could fuck you like this, hm? Who else could turn you into this much of a slut?”

“N-no one,” you gasp. “Only you.”

“Goddamn right, only me,” he chuckles. “You're mine, you hear me? Mine to fuck, hm?”

You nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The pleasure is crawling through your veins, brushing over every single nerve, sending shudders through you.

He slaps your thigh. “Say it.”

“'m yours!” you reply, mewling. “All yours, sir.”

He smiles, raising one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper into you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

You whimper at the new angle, gasping as he touches a spongy spot within you that has your hips jerking.

“Sir!” you cry, body trembling with ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh, sir, please! 's too much!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “Relax, kid. You can take it,” he assures you. “You're doing great.”

You feel like you're going to burst, the coil within you growing taut, making you see stars. “I can't!” you cry. “I-I'm gonna—”

“I know you're gonna,” he laughs. “That's the idea, kid.”

“It feels like too much!” you mewl. “Sir, please, I-I can't 'nymore! Fuck!”

“Breathe,” Jake chuckles. “You're gonna be fine. You trust me, don't you?”

You nod. “I-I do, but—”

Jake bites your calf, making you whine. “No buts, kid. If you trust me, you're gonna let me do what I wanna do t'you, hm?”

You shudder, thighs quaking. “Okay,” you manage. “Okay, sir.”

“That's better,” Jake says, increasing his pace, sending sparks through your veins. His hips slam into yours, the sound echoing in the forest. You mewl and whine, back arching, ears folding back.

“Sir,” you whine, feeling that coil get ready to snap. “Sir! Fuck!”

And suddenly the pleasure explodes in your womb, your mind going blank, your body shaking as you cry out. You've never felt anything like this before, nothing this intense or overwhelming. You shudder, stars dancing behind your eyelids, your sharp canines digging into your lower lip as you try to quiet yourself. But the sound slither out of your mouth, making you whine and moan, pathetic.

“There ya go,” Jake tells you, feeling your slick gushing out of you and coating his cock, allowing him to slip in and out with more ease. “I told you you could do it, kid.”

For a moment, you're left feeling nothing. You're fucked dumb, fucked senseless. But after a while, Jake is still pounding into you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

“Sir,” you gasp. “Sir, please, 's too much. I can't do it this time!”

“Yes, you can,” he promises, hissing softly as he feels his own orgasm growing near. “You're gonna come one more time for me, angel.”

“Oh, fuck! Sir, sir, please!” you whimper. “Jake! I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos, kissing your calf. “Trust me, honey. You'll be fine.”

You shut up, trusting him and feeling like you're going to die. You can't see straight anymore, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you're hazy with lust and bliss. You mewl, surprised to feel the pleasure building up within you again, completely out of your control.

Your pussy is raw and throbbing, the pleasure shaking you from head to toe. You're going to die. You feel like you are. You're sure you're going to die. But you trust him, allowing him to send another orgasm crashing down on you.

You whimper, trembling, chest so tight you can barely breathe. You don't notice it, but you squirt all over Jake, soaking his lower abdomen and his hips, making him groan.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, flattening his ears against his head, his swollen balls ready to release his load in your womb. “Oh, 'm gonna fill you,” he promises. “I'm gonna put my cum so deep inside you, you'll end up having my baby.”

You writhe beneath him, nodding eagerly. “Please!” you beg. “Please! 'm already yours, sir! Please!”

With a few more thrusts, Jake reaches his release. His seed spills into you, making you shudder as he fills you. He groans, digging his teeth into your calf, making you jerk.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He glances at you to find you worn out, your eyes closed, chest heaving with your breaths.

Jake cages you under him. “You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Much better, sir.”

Jake smirks. No one like him for you. You're his.

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[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

I swear, I just wrote an f-ing novel here🥲. I hope y'all cry enjoy!

!TW! Harassment, violence, heavy angst and trauma

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“I want you to meet my friends.”

Aiden looked at Spirit with genuine surprise, staring at her for a second before grabbing the remote and pausing their movie.

It was their first movie night since Spirit’s appendicitis incident. She’d left Isaac's house just two days before, and it was now Friday. And now, out of nowhere, she asked that?!

“Really?” Aiden’s eyes were wide.

Spirit was looking down at her hands, her face slightly pink. “I mean, you already met Isaac and Oliver. You might as well meet the rest of them.” She then looked at him, feeling embarrassed when he didn’t answer right away, so she continued, “We all go to the End of Summer Festival downtown every year. And it’s tomorrow, so. . . I mean, it’s fine if you don’t want to go. But it could be fun, and—”

Aiden’s surprised look melted away and he started chuckling at her, making her freeze. “What?”

“I think I’m rubbing off on you,” he said, smiling. “Normally, I’m the one who rambles when I’m nervous.”

Spirit blushed and frowned. “I’m not nervous. I’m just—”

“Spirit,” he said softly, stopping her from beginning to ramble again, “I’ll go and meet your friends.” He bumped his shoulder against hers, getting a small smile back from her. For a minute, he just looked at her. The red streaks in her hair had faded slightly, and were looking more like rose gold at the tips. And she was wearing an all-black outfit (knee-length black cargo shorts, an oversized black tank top, and silver chains and accessories).

He felt his heart racing.

C’mon, you idiot, he yelled internally.

“Spirit.” He felt his cheeks growing hot, both excited and anxious to simply ask the question he’d wanted to ask her on the day she got appendicitis. They’d know each other for months now. He loved his dates with her. He loved talking to her. He loved being around her.

“Yeah?” she asked, trying to read his face.

He took a deep breath. Part of him wanted to wait, and wanted to ask her at a restaurant, wearing better clothes than just sweatpants and a t-shirt. But another part of him wanted to be introduced to her closest friends as more than just her friend.

Clearly, the latter part was winning.

“I wanted to ask you if. . .” He swallowed anxiously, his face burning and his heart beating.

“Are you okay?” Spirit asked, brows creasing slightly. “You look nauseous.”

He shook his head, chuckling slightly because he did feel a little bit nauseous, but not for the reason she was likely thinking.

“Aiden, are you—”

“I like you, a lot,” he blurted suddenly, blushing all the way to his ears. “And I wanted to take you out and ask you this in a. . . I guess, a more romantic environment than my living room, but I just. . .” He paused, dropping his face into his hands to laugh at himself. “God, I’m rambling. Ironic.”

Spirit felt her face growing hotter. “Aiden. . .”

“I like you,” he said again, dropping his hands and meeting her eyes. “And I want to know. . . will you be my girlfriend?”

— — —

“Everyone’s late,” Keiko grumbled. “How the hell can EVERYONE be late?!”

“Just be patient,” Amberlynn said, munching on some fried Oreos.

Keiko chuckled at her. “Says the girl who bought food cuz she got bored of waiting.”

“Shush.”

They were waiting in the parking lot, looking for their friends’ cars. Keiko perked up when Jordan’s nice silver Honda arrived. She parked near the entrance and came out with a huge smile on her face. Eliana emerged the same expression.

“Heeeeyyyyyy,” Jordan said, grabbing Eliana’s hand and running with her to Kei and Amberlynn. “Are we early?” she asked when she realized no one else was there.

“Actually,” Keiko said, crossing his arms and raising a brow at his sister, “everyone, including you two, is late. You’re just the earliest of the late people.”

“And you are too perfect,” she shrugged, while Eliana smiled and rolled her eyes at her girlfriend.

“It’s Jor’s fault. She spent twenty minutes deciding between grey and white eyeshadow.”

“White won, obviously,” Jor said, batting her eyes at El jokingly.

Oliver arrived next. Then Isaac, just a few minutes later. When Felix and Atticus arrived, Amberlynn waved them over with an excited grin, oblivious of the chocolate on the corner of her mouth.

“Guys, this if Felix and Atticus,” she said happily.

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Felix said happily.

“Hiya,” Atticus said with a small wave, a bit shyly.

There was only two people left. Birdie arrived with her hair in shin-long-multi-colored braids instead of her little fro she’d been sporting for a while. Felix seemed in awe of her colorful hippie sense of style.

Now, one person left.

“It’s weird for Spirit to be this late,” Amberlynn said, and Eliana agreed.

Birdie looked at her phone. “She’s not answering my texts.”

“So, where are you from?” Jordan asked Felix, already acting like besties with him.

“London,” he said. “Bloody hell, I love your makeup. Do you do tutorials online?”

She raised a brow, looking proud. “Should I?”

He nodded. “I think so. I’d love to know how to do a fade like that.”

Atticus, Isaac, and Keiko were all chatting together. Though everyone—besides Felix and Atticus—was aware of how strange it was for Spirit to be so late.

Isaac pulled out his phone to text her as well when a familiar sky-blue BMW entered the parking lot. His eyes widened and he smiled, elbowing Oliver slightly. Oliver also felt a smile spread on his face when he noticed.

“I’ll call her again,” Eliana was saying. “Maybe—”

“Hey, Spirit!” Isaac called, making all conversations halt. “Hi, Adien.”

Spirit felt her face grow hot as she made her way over to her friends. “S-sorry I’m late,” she said, trying to act normal despite all the eyes on her. The air was filled with tension and confusion. Poor Felix and Atticus had no idea why the mood had changed so much.

Amberlynn spoke first, looking at Aiden. “Who’re you?” Spirit was also bringing someone new??

Spirit swallowed, trying to avoid looking at Isaac and Oliver’s smiling faces. “Guys, um. . . this is. . .” Spirit felt Aiden’s hand brush hers, and she looked at him as he gave her a small smile. She took a deep breath, looking at her friends and saying, “This is Aiden. . . my boyfriend.”

. . .

For a minute, silence.

“WHAT?!” Jordan exclaimed, eyes widening and a huge shocked smile on her face.

“Fucking finally,” Isaac said, and all the shocked girls turned to gawp at him.

“You knew?!” Amberlynn exclaimed, walking over and whacking him in the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Jerk,” Eliana scoffed at him, and Jordan nodded in agreement, crossing her arms and glaring at the blonde. Birdie stayed quiet.

Isaac held up his hands sheepishly backing away from the girls. “Woah woah, I’m not the only one who knew! Olive also—”

“You’re on your own here,” Oliver said with a smirk, hands on his hips. “I only found out a little bit ago. Plus, no one gets mad at me.” He did a little hair flip, earning a pouty glare from Isaac.

The bickering continued—Felix whispering into Atticus’s ear, “I wish we had popcorn” while watching the drama—whilst Keiko and Birdie made their way over to Spirit and Aiden.

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” Keiko said with a surprised chuckle, looking from Spirit to Aiden and back to Spirit.

“I remember you,” Birdie said with a small smile. “You’re Spirit’s ‘friendly acquaintance’ from that day at the mall.”

“Yeah,” Aiden said, adjusting his glasses nervously. “It’s nice to see you again.” Then he looked at Keiko. “And it’s nice to meet you.”

“Same,” Keiko said. He then looked at Spirit. “But you have a shit-ton of explaining to do.”

Spirit nodded, rolling her eyes. She smiled a bit, feeling more relaxed.

The bickering ended and everyone else came over.

Jordan came first, grinning from ear to ear as she said out of nowhere, “You are the chosen one, and my fucking hero.”

Spirit felt her whole face burn and she glared at Jordan, and Jordan ignored the look while watching Aiden blush and get flustered and confused by her random comment.

“I, um. . . th-thanks?”

Spirit let out an exasperated sigh and pinched Jordan’s arm, making the girl yelp and pout. “I thought you’d deny yourself romance your whole life, girlie. Let me have my fun.”

“Your ‘fun’ is annoying,” Spirit stated, and Jordan rolled her eyes and smiled.

“I’m Jordan,” she said to Aiden. “Call me Jor.”

Keiko then introduced himself. Then Amberlynn.

Everyone introduced themselves, and Amberlynn then introduced Spirit to Felix and Atticus, who were genuinely entertained by the whole situation.

“I repeat,” Isaac said to Spirit when everyone began to calm down, “fucking finally. It took you two long enough.”

“Whatever,” she said to him, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

— — —

The festival took place downtown, and that meant not only the streets with rows of restaurants and shops and buildings, but also the downtown park which had much more. The festival was crowded and buzzing by the time all of them finally left the parking lot. Along with the regular popular downtown stores and restaurants, there was small shops, games, food, live music, and even small rides in the park.

“Okay, guys,” Keiko said to all of them. “We’ll meet at the Royal Scoop ice cream shop at 12:30 to get lunch together and see the magic show.”

“Got it!” Jordan said as she left following Eliana while El all but bounced on her feet saying, “I’ve gotta go to the art contest!”

“Wanna go see the beauty pageant?” Amberlynn asked Felix excitedly, and the two of them left together, abandoning their boyfriends.

“And then there was six,” Isaac said.

“Five,” Keiko corrected. “I’mma find that astrology lady who makes all of that cool crystal jewelry that Amber loves. She’s been wanting a black crystal.”

“I’ll go with you,” Atticus said. “Felix loves jewelry.” And then those two left as well.

Isaac, Oliver, Birdie, Spirit, and Aiden were the only ones left.

“Aiden,” Oliver said. “Anything you wanna do?”

“Oh.” Aiden ran a hand through his hair as he shook his head. “I’ve never been to this festival before, so I’ll do whatever you all do.”

“Tell me,” Isaac said with a competitive smirk, “What’s your opinion on Harry Potter trivia?”

While the boys all discussed the different competitions and games, Birdie pinched the sleeve Spirit’s baggy shirt, signaling for Spirit to bend down. Spirit bent a little, and Birdie whispered in her ear, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why Isaac and Oliver, but not me?”

Spirit froze, hearing the hurt in Birdie’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just. . . I didn’t. . .”

Birdie sighed. “You didn’t trust me to keep my mouth shut,” Birdie stated, letting go of Spirit’s shirt. “I understand. I’m not the best at keeping your secrets. I just wish I’d know my best friend was dating someone.”

“Bird, I—”

Birdie put on a smile, taking a step away from Spirit and saying to the others, “I’m gonna go see if they have the succulent shop again this year. See ya.” And she left, and Spirit watched her go with guilt twisting her stomach.

“Bye midget,” Isaac called after her while Oliver said, “Spirit, anywhere you wanna go?”

Spirit watched Birdie walk away for a second longer before putting on a neutral look and shrugging. “Wherever you guys wanna go is fine.”

“Alrighty then,” Isaac said with a smile. “Let’s go get dunked!”

— — —

Spirit dunked Isaac into the dunking tank on her first try. He barely got to taunt her.

After the blonde came out, soaking wet and laughing, Oliver went.

“Good aim,” Aiden told her, impressed and smiling. Spirit tried her best to smile back, but she still couldn’t shake the guilt that Birdie’s words brought her. Aiden noticed that her smile was off, but didn’t say anything since Isaac was walking back over.

Some little kid managed to suddenly dunk Oliver, and his squeaky yelp make Isaac—and almost everyone else around—laugh hysterically. Spirit only chuckled a bit.

“Heeeeeyyyy,” Isaac said, hooking a wet arm around Spirit and making her yelp and try to shove him off.

“Oh my God, you’re soaked! Don’t touch me!”

Aiden laughed at the two. When Spirit managed to push Isaac off, he ran over to where Oliver was laughing and trembling like a puppy after getting out of the cold water, and she looked over to a food stand she’d already looked at a few times.

Following her gaze, Aiden realized it was a Korean Corndog stand. He smiled at Spirit. “Wanna go grab a snack?” he asked her.

She didn’t look at him, shaking her head. “I only have enough cash for lunch and a few games. I don’t wanna waste it.”

Aiden’s brows creased slightly at the way Spirit’s voice sounded. Sad? Why?

“I’ll pay,” he told her, grabbing her hand and making her look at him. He smiled as he squeezed her hand, and she couldn’t help but smile back and squeeze his hand as well.

Isaac and Oliver went to play a dart game while Spirit and Aiden walked to the Korean Corndog stand, hand in hand. Spirit— to no surprise—got the hot Cheeto corndog, and Aiden got a potato one. They just began to walk around the festival while eating.

“I like all your friends,” Aiden said, smiling. “They’re all so. . . unique. You’re part of a very interesting friend group.”

Spirit smiled at that, a bit of Cheeto powder on the corner of her mouth. “Thanks. They all like you too—I can tell. Sorry if they were weird at first though.”

Aiden chuckled. “I think it just showed how close you all are.” The corndogs weren’t all that big, and Aiden finished his after five minutes. After walking around for ten more—and winding up in the part of the festival in the downtown streets—he was aware that the combination of cheese, potatoes, sugar and a deep fryer was gonna cost him.

“I-I’ll be right back,” he said sheepishly, his ears red with embarrassment. “I saw a store with a bathroom. Could you wait here for a minute?”

Spirit nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go, and he left while Spirit walked to a closed building and leaned against the wall, pulling out her phone and checking her messages. She wanted to text Birdie, but had no idea what she’d say.

“Damn,” she muttered to herself, leaving her messages to scroll on TikTok. She was about to open the app when suddenly:

“We need to talk.”

Spirit froze at the voice, not having to look up to know exactly who it was.

“Go away, Zeke.”

She felt his arm creep around her shoulders, and she wanted to kick him in the gut, but didn’t want to cause a scene. She told him again, “Go away. Now.”

“Come with me, just for a minute, hot stuff,” he said, leaning close to her ear. She could smell weed on him. She knew better than to make Zeke upset when he was high.

“Fine. But stop touching me.”

Zeke backed up and Spirit finally looked at him. He had faded scars of his own from their last fight, and his hair had been dyed a mix of yellow and orange. Spirit scowled as she followed him. “Keep it quick. I’m supposed to meet somebody.”

“Chill, hot stuff.”

Spirit didn’t like this. She followed Zeke around the corner of a building and into the alley there. Her heart began to beat faster as memories from her middle and high school years came back. The alley was quieter and dark enough that Spirit knew no one could see them just by passing by.

“What do you want?”

“Just to talk to you,” he said, getting closer. Spirit backed away. “Y’know, I think we should be friends again. Let’s just forget that ugly little incident, baby.” He reached out to touch her shoulder, and she slapped his hand away.

“Fuck off. If this is all you wanted to talk about, I’m leaving.” She turned to leave, but Zeke roughly shoved her hard enough to slam her against the side of the building and scrape her face a bit. Before she could turn to punch him, he slammed himself against her, pressing her front against the building and holding her hands behind her back.

She started to scream, but he used his other hand to cover her mouth. “Annoying bitch,” he swore, kissing the back of her neck and making her scream more, but she knew no one could hear her. In her pocket, her phone began ringing.

She struggled harder, managing to free one arm and elbow Zeke, making him groan and back away a little. She turned and swung a punch at him, but only got his shoulder before he punched her jaw, knocking her to the ground. She groaned, dizzy from the hit. She felt tears in her eyes as Zeke bent down, grabbing her wrists and forcing his lips on hers, and she felt as helpless as a 13-year-old again.

Zeke stopped, shoving her hard one last time before standing. “I miss you, hot stuff,” he chuckled. “Call me.” He kicked her leg before running a hand through his hair and walking out of the alley.

Spirit stayed exactly where she was, frozen. Eyes wide. Holding her breath without realizing it as her heart raced. She felt sick. She was dizzy and wanted the world to swallow her whole.

She had tears streaming down her face.

Her phone rang, and she snapped out of her panic enough to take a small, shaky breath and pull out her phone. She had a couple texts from Isaac and Oliver, and the calls were all from Aiden. More texts were coming in from her other friends, and she saw that it was past the time they had to meet up.

Her hands shook and she could hardly breathe as she shared her location in their group chat. That’s all she sent before putting her phone away and curling up where she was, feeling disgusted by the feeling of Zeke’s lips on her neck and mouth. She hated him so much. Memories flooded her head, and she again held her breath without thinking, falling into the clutches of a silent panic attack.

Minutes? Hours? Spirit had no idea how long she was there with her thoughts racing.

Stop, she yelled in her mind, cursing at the unwelcome memories. The memories of every time Zeke called her baby. The memories of him forcing her to take a puff of his vape, or of him pulling her hair or laughing at her for crying over her dad. . .

Memories of the times when she wasn’t strong enough to fight back. Like just moments ago.

Black spots were appearing in her vision, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t even feel the burning in her chest. The memories were too overwhelming.

Stop.

Stop!

STOP!!

“Spirit? You in here?”

Spirit didn’t hear those words. There was only the awful memories. . .

“Oh my God.”

Spirit felt hands on her, and felt her heart beat a little faster. Zeke, she thought.

“Spirit, breathe! Look at me, you’re okay!”

“What happened?!”

“I don’t know!”

Spirit felt like she was being shaken. She felt dizzier than she did before.

“Spirit, you have to breathe!”

That was not Zeke’s voice.

“Look at us, Spirit,” another voice—also not Zeke’s—said. Spirit blinked, reacting slightly. Birdie.

“Spirit, you’re okay. Okay? You’re okay.” Spirit felt arms wrap around her. More than one person was hugging her tightly, and Spirit snapped out of her panic enough to feel the burning agony in her chest. She gasped, choking on air as the memories faded and she found herself back in the alley.

She sobbed as she swallowed air greedily, shaking and crying while Birdie and Isaac held her. Aiden was also there, his eyes wide, confused, and terrified by what he just saw.

“You’re alright,” Birdie whispered to Spirit hugging her tightly.

Spirit took in breaths, and let them out for a long time until they slowly went from frantic to calm but shaky.

Isaac pulled away and looked her in the eye. “You okay?” he asked softly, but Spirit didn’t answer the question. At least, not with a yes or no.

Instead, she sobbed one more time and said quietly, “Zeke.”

Isaac’s eyes widened, and Birdie also pulled back with a look of shock.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, standing. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“What’s going on?” Aiden asked, starting to really freak out. Spirit was finally calm enough to actually notice he was there, and she wanted nothing more than to hug him.

Isaac looked at Aiden, frowning deeply, looking both sad and pissed. “A situation that I’m sick of,” Isaac answered, pulling out his phone. “I’m texting the others.”

— — —

Spirit had Birdie’s arm around her, and she held Aiden’s hand tightly. Isaac walked behind them as they made their way to the parking lot where most of the others were.

“I told Felix and Atticus to keep enjoying the fair,” Amberlynn said, brows creased with worry.

“And Jordan and El are telling some officers we found about what happened,” Oliver said.

Keiko noticed the bruise on Spirit’s cheek and the scrapes on her face, and he looked pissed. All of them were.

Aiden was still confused, but he was more concerned. He felt Spirit squeeze his hand suddenly, and he looked at her. She was looking at the ground, a sad and empty look on her face. He hated seeing her like this. He hated that someone had clearly hurt her in the short time he left her alone. And the way her friends were acting told him this wasn’t a new or strange situation for them.

“I want to go home,” Spirit suddenly said in a small voice, very different from the usual strength in her tone.

“Let’s go,” Birdie said to her softly.

“Wait.” Spirit turned to Aiden and leaned against him, and he instantly understood and let go of her hand to hug her tightly. She wanted to stay there, held by him, engulfed by his warmth, and he didn’t want to let go of her. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said quietly to him, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He nodded, and she stepped away, letting Birdie put an arm around her again and guide her away.

Aiden watched her go before turning to her friends, still freaking out. He looked at Isaac. “What’s happening?!”

Isaac shared looks with the others before sighing and saying, “There’s a guy named Zeke who used to harass and hurt Spirit a lot. She saw him again a few months ago, and he hurt her again today. But that’s all I can say. If Spirit wants you to know, she’ll tell you more. Okay?”

Aiden felt almost sick. But there was something familiar about the name Zeke.

“We’re all heading home,” Keiko said to Aiden. “I’m glad we got to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Aiden nodded, still processing. “Same. It was nice meeting you all.”

Everyone else went to their cars, and so did Aiden, but he didn’t even turn his car on. He just sat there, thinking. He wanted to be with Spirit right now. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to strangle whoever had hurt her.

And he felt a heavy guilt in his stomach because he left her alone. His vision blurred as tears stung in his eyes.

He eventually managed to make the drive to his apartment, but the memory of seeing Spirit curled up in that alley still burned in his head. Not even 24 hours ago, he’d asked her to be his girlfriend. And now, this happened.

With a pained sigh, Aiden decided that all he could do was wait for Spirit to talk to him. He wanted to apologize for leaving her alone, and he wanted to be there for her, but he just made sure his ringer was on and waited.

It’s really all he could do right now.

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Part 2

[lover-of-midnight]

Whumptober 2024

Race against the clock: He needed to get Arthur back before it was too late, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel like he was going to fall onto the floor with the head injury. Nasua was forming and he forced the feeling away. Ao3 link Tumblr Link

Trust Issues: Astarion was silent for a few seconds as he just regarded Halsin, unsure what to make of the request. “Of course.” The words came out quietly almost like he didn’t want to admit it. He glanced down to the ground before his eyes settled on Halsin again. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Set up for failure: Merlin glanced at the prince, cursing under his breath, as he rushed forward. “What happened?” He whispered the words as he took in the bloody dagger and clothes. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Sensory Deprivation: He clenched his fingers into his legs, hoping for anything even just for a second to distract him from the madding silence. And the hunger that was consuming him alive. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Sunburn: A pang went through his heart, wondering what the rest were thinking of him just running off so suddenly, an even deeper pang when he realised that he was still on his own, just like before. That no one came for him.Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Not realizing they are injured: “It was an ambush; they wouldn’t be a problem anymore.” Merlin gave Arthur a viscous smile. Before he closed his eyes again, breathing against the pain. “I’m alright Arthur.” He held up his hand, his breathing slightly laboured. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Only for emergencies: Arthur was silent as a sign slipped through his lips closing his eyes in worry. “What can I do Merls? There must be something?” He couldn’t help but beg. Desperation clawing at his chest. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Sleep Deprivation: “About a week.” His voice was slightly slurred as he tried to sit upright, nauseous made him groan as a whimper crept through his lips. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Obsession: Merlin bit the inside of his lip. It was no secret that Uther was an abusive bastard on a good day. He now and then saw the injuries that popped up, helping Arthur. Making sure that he slipped him pain potions when he needed them. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Wake Up: Gaius forced Arthur to take a step back, as he started to examine Merlin, a frown on his face when he felt the bump on Merlin’s head. He wanted to ask the prince which treat was around, but he knew better. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Seeing Double: He pulled his knees back up to his chest, holding onto them tightly as he tried to hide from the world. A silent sob as the tears started. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Starvation: Merlin wasn’t certain how long they sat there, Arthur fighting him over the food, but in the end, Merlin managed to get him to eat about half. And for now, that is enough. He could easily see the embarrassing blush that had formed on Arthur’s cheeks. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Till Death Do Us Part: Arthur could feel tears burning his eyes as he sank next to Merlin. He grabbed his hands, wishing that there was something he could do. Ao3 Link Tumblr Link

Left for dead: When he tried to give some comfort, he found a dagger in his stomach. Before he even had a chance to react, she forced it upwards, making the wound even worse. Before twisting and pulling it out. Ao3 Link Tumblr link

Childhood Trauma: But he needed to get away. Arthur froze when a hand wrapped around his wrist. Stopping him. Being suddenly pulled against Uther’s chest, Arthur couldn’t help but tense up. Ao3 Link, Tumblr Link

[lucygraysboy]

“yeah,  it  doesn’t  surprise  me.  i’ve  noticed  that  when  we  think  our  life’s  in  danger  and  we  have  to  fight  for  it,  our  minds  shut  down  and  we  relay  solely  on  our  most  primal  instincts.  maybe  that’s  why  you  don’t  know  how  that  happened.”  billy  experienced  something  very  similar  after  the  fight  with  the  blacksmith  —  even  now  he  finds  it  impossible  to  recall  most  of  the  details  about  the  event.  “i  didn’t  mean  to  scare  you.  i  would  never  hurt  you,  lucy  gray.  you  might  have  trouble  believing  that  now  and  i  don’t  ask  that  of  you,  but  i’m  not  someone  you  should  be  wary  of  and  i’ll  prove  that  to  you,”  he  promises  in  a  soft,  sad  voice,  the  thought  of  her  being  afraid  of  him,  worrying  he’d  hurt  her,  making  him  feel  nauseous.  “hmm?”  he  hums  in  surprise,  eyes  widening  in  disbelief.  his  guilt-ridden  heart  coming  to  an  abrupt  stop  as  he  looks  up,  studying  her  expression.  “oh,  lucy  gray,  i  —”  i  don’t  deserve  your  forgiveness,  he  almost  says,  but  suddenly,  he’s  at  a  loss  for  words,  his  eyes  stinging  as  the  realization  dawns  upon  him  —  she’s  forgiven  him.  yet,  instead  of  feeling  better,  he  feels  even  worse.  here’s  this  kind,  caring  girl,  with  a  heart  made  of  gold,  and  he  can’t  even  be  honest  with  her  about  who  he  really  is.  “thank  you.”  he  blinks  away  the  faint  layer  of  tears  from  his  eyes,  his  stomach  churning  because  he’s  bound  to  abuse  her  trust  again  sooner  or  later.  one  day,  she’ll  surely  find  out  he’s  a  wanted  man,  he  only  hopes  he’ll  be  far  away  from  here  when  that  happens.  “all  that  charmin’?  i’m  afraid  i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.  elaborate.”  laughing  softly  to  hide  what’s  really  happening  inside  his  heart,  he  just  prays  she  doesn’t  see  the  combination  of  fear  and  guilt  in  his  eyes.

“i  really  will  be  a  fairy  by  the  time  i  get  out  of  this  tub.”  he  rakes  his  left  hand  through  the  water  in  wonderment,  watching  rose  petals  slip  between  his  fingers  and  swirl  on  the  surface.  he  feels  like  a  little  boy  again,  beyond  excited.  “and  this  one?  did  you  make  it  yourself,  too?”  he  asks,  pointing  to  the  bar  of  soap  this  time.  “well,  he’s  not  all  wrong.  the  world  is  a  dangerous  place,  but  it’s  also  very  beautiful.  don’t  you  get  curious  at  all?  about  what  lies  beyond?”  he  wonders  aloud,  thinking  she’s  missing  out  on  a  lot  of  experiences  by  being  stuck  here,  which  in  turn  serves  to  make  him  dislike  her  father  even  more.  instead  of  teaching  her  how  to  protect  herself  and  stay  relatively  safe,  he’s  decided  to  lock  her  up.  that’s  ridiculous.  “you’ve  saved  my  life,  the  least  i  can  do  is  try  to  save  your  bottom  from  river  monsters.”  ’cause  it’s  a  real  nice-lookin’  bottom,  he’s  noticed,  blushing  at  the  mere  thought.  “i  didn’t  have  much  choice,  lucy  gray.  i  had  to  leave.”  he  figures  he  can  tell  her  this  much,  his  left  hand  reaching  for  the  cloth  that  she’s  soaping  up.  his  right  nestled  between  his  thighs  to  make  sure  he  doesn’t  accidentally  present  himself  to  her  in  all  his  glory.  “i  can  scrub  my  chest  just  fine,  you  don’t  have  to…”  he  trails  off  because  when  he  puts  aside  all  the  shame  and  embarrassment,  it  feels  so  insanely  good  to  be  babied  again.  the  warmth  from  the  water  is  seeping  into  his  tense  muscles,  helping  them  relax,  the  sweet  smell  enveloping  him,  her  touch  making  his  heart  race  and  belly  flutter.  “mmm,  oh,  i  sure  ain’t  gettin’  any  closer  to  heaven  than  this,  i’ll  give  you  that.”  he  can’t  help  but  laugh,  even  if  she’s  not  wrong  about  this. 

"and then i barely remember how that happened." how she ended up being the one holding the gun, she didn't even know that's the type of response she'd have in a situation like that. "i say i will," lucy gray nods, smiling gently. once she gets him in bed, she'll do just that. "i can tell you're genuinely sorry," the brunette decides as her eyes study his and she listens to his voice, "so i'm here to say... i forgive you. you don't gotta apologize no more." all her anger dissipates towards him, even if her trust is still shaky she'll learn to still let all the anger in her go. "i do, guess i'll have to add some of that when we're done in the water." just put a little of that on and the cuts should be fine after that. "well now, i said i forgive you. you don't gotta go doin' all that charmin'." she softly smiled as the songstress teased, lifting a small hand and gently squeezing his chin. "alright, sounds good." a nod at their compromise, excited to have a helper. "mhm, sure is." sadly enough.. about why men were created to be so cold and distant. maybe they just didn't get enough love as children, maybe it explained why billy was kinder than most. since he talked so highly about his mother.

"flowers are some of the ingredients in a lot of the soaps." she got to excitedly confirm to him, making her giggle too because he's soon going to smell like a fresh garden of daisies. "he don't," lucy gray confirms, her expressions fading a little, "he says i'm better off stayin' right here in our own bubble, away from the dangers from the world." but then she thinks about how she was right here, right at home, and billy yet showed up. a kind stranger, by some luck. but it just goes to show danger can still find you, so she thinks it's all just maybe nonsense. "didn't know anyone was so concerned about what happens to my bottom." going back to laughing at that, holding tightly onto the taller's hand before she sighs of relief once he's seated in the bathtub and now plops herself down in the chair next to the tub. rolling up her white sleeves to her elbows, lucy gray reaches for the cloth and the bar of soap before shifting back around in her seat. dipping the cloth in the water first before scrubbing soap into it. "well, neither should you." she decides, not wanting to see him hurt either. "no, darlin'. just here on earth with me. the closest to heaven on earth you'll get." the witty girl playfully sassed, starting to gently rub the cloth over his chest and neck, being careful to where the sun had clearly burned his skin. ready to slap his hand away if he tries to do this by himself, too.

[pies-writes-and-more]

Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :) 

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride. 

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!” 

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously. 

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

[willwriteforhugs]

you saved me- park seonghwa

seonghwa x reader - one shot !

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, meet-cute

synopsis: a busy and cold winter day leads you to a (very close) brush with death. but a stranger seems to be in just the right place at just the right time...

warnings: mentions of loneliness, near car accident (nothing too serious)

a/n: 

me as i open tumblr with the intent of actually posting for once: god i need to go post something so i feel less bad about being alive

so, anyways. first seonghwa fic- which is really just a long drabble. i always knew i wanted a seonghwa meet-cute, and this idea just seemed to suit him... please remember that this is for entertainment purposes only, though, so be respectful! (also, ^^^THIS genre of seonghwa pic, with the grainy filter and the tan...bruh...)

 anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always- thank you for reading :)

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your breath comes out in short, angry puffs, which you can see reflected in the cold afternoon air. the temperature in seoul is absolutely freezing, and you are not dressed for it. when you had left for work this morning, (in your standard sweater + jeans combo) you clearly were not anticipating that the sky would dump snow all day long. you long desperately for your warm winter coat.

so now, here you are: jogging, but only as quickly as you feel is safe in this weather. your condo is only a few blocks down- hence why you had walked in the first place, and why you hadn’t brought cash to pay for a bus. but god, the cold is just piercing.

the streets are practically empty, because of the terrible weather. so, at the very least, you are spared the embarrassment of having to waddle awkwardly on the ice in front of others.

but, to add to the stress- your day had seriously not gone as planned.

 when you first took it, you thought that the simple receptionist job would be easy- and doubly so with the convenient location. but these past few weeks were proving you wrong, today especially. while being distracted by coworkers, you accidentally put an important client on a somewhat permanent hold, and ruined a potential sale. as if that wasn’t enough, the next call you routed to a completely different office by mistake, earning you a strict talking to by the supervisor. 

so, to put it plainly: you were tired, annoyed, and cold. so. freaking. cold.

heaving a sigh, you continue your jog/waddle towards your street corner, which is two intersections away. faintly, you can hear a city bus approaching, the one that always stops near your work building. from where you are standing, the bus will be driving perpendicular to you, and you cock your head in thought. you don’t need the shuttle itself, since you live so close, but you wonder how close the bus is now...

feeling a sudden burst of energy, you speed up a bit, challenging yourself to beat the bus to the empty corner, even though you know it won’t stop there. this is something you do often- set up little games for yourself. it’s mostly an attempt to stay busy, but- though you’d never admit it, it helps with the loneliness too. when you race against the clock (say, to make a speedrun to the copy room at work) it almost feels like you are competing against an old friend.

you obviously know that you can’t beat the bus, but the thought itself is entertaining, so you throw caution to the wind. your feet slap the pavement as you run, and you hear yourself laugh a little. the cold air rushing by your cheeks helps distract you from your own thoughts.

you sprint through an empty intersection, and as you approach the final corner- having obviously lost the race to the bus- you begin to slow down a bit. but as you near the end of the sidewalk, (which is parallel to the moving bus, whose hulking body is getting ready to pass you) you feel your previous momentum get the better of you. 

you stumble off of the curb- and right into a vicious patch of ice on the waiting asphalt. 

it happens in slow motion: your feet slide harshly backwards, and you scramble for any traction- but to no avail. you hear yourself cry out as you fall forward, right into the path of the oncoming shuttle.

you slam your eyes shut.

but instead of hitting the ground, or the bus, a sudden weight catches you around your middle and lurches backwards. you scream again, certain you’ve already died.

you hear the sound of the bus honking as it speeds by- the only thing traveling faster than it is your frantic pulse.

you hit the ground hard, with all of your weight on your left shoulder and hip. even so, you start with the relief of knowing the bus didn’t even graze you. 

only after a moment do you realize why it hadn’t.

someone had caught you.

grabbed you from behind, and used their whole body weight to get the two of you to safety. 

you lurch forward, startled. as you turn around, you see him lying on the ground, in the same position you were in just seconds before- and you meet the eyes of the person who’d just saved you. 

it’s a man- a young one. and good god, he’s beautiful, too. the boy on the ground before you is seriously the epitome of korean beauty- large, dark eyes, an open face, and full lips. as soon as he opens his mouth, you wonder at how his teeth could possibly be so perfect.

it takes you a moment of staring before you realize he’s speaking to you. 

“um.” your voice breaks. “what?”

the boy scrambles onto his knees, shuffling towards you. “i asked if you’re alright- are you hurt?” his voice is concerned, and his hands flutter about your face- too wary to touch you, but clearly wanting to.

his eyes are more genuine than you can even take in, and you hesitate at the whole scene- what the hell is happening? did you hit your head?

you stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. the boy leans back on his heels as you finally catch your breath. 

your words are breathy, but deliberate. “you- you saved me.”

the boy tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. “yes, i suppose i did.” a beat passes before he continues. his eyes, though now bordering on playful, still look worried. “you probably shouldn’t be running in this sort of weather.”

you heave a sigh that comes out in a laugh. “yeah, i realize that now.”

your counterpart picks himself up off the ground, brushing off his front. he then extends a hand towards you. you stare at it for a moment, confused. for a moment, he looks down at you intently, waiting. your puzzlement passes, and you blush as you cautiously place your palm in his, allowing him to help you up. 

“i’m seonghwa, by the way. park seonghwa.” the man- no, seonghwa looks down at you, letting his sentence hang.

you clear your throat, feeling a harsh wave of embarrassment at the situation. “um- i’m y/n.”

seonghwa nods at you, taking a step back. his brow is furrowed. “well, y/n-ssi- you didn’t actually tell me if you were hurt or not. do you feel dizzy? nauseous?”

you throw your hands up in protest, not wanting to cause any more distress than you already had. “no, uh- i’m fine, really. maybe a little bruised, but i’m okay. i think it would be a bigger problem if you were hurt...”

you are not exaggerating- you can only imagine the guilt you would feel if he’d been injured. 

seonghwa represses a smile. “i’m alright too. you did startle me, though. thought i was about to witness something pretty terrible...”

at this, you give a surprised chuckle. “yeah, i’m so sorry...you really came out of nowhere, huh? i seriously didn’t even know you were there until i was on the ground!”

this time, it’s his turn to laugh. “yeah, those bus stops provide great cover.”

the two of you settle into a stiff silence, and you can practically hear your heart pounding- both with leftover adrenaline, as well as the sudden nerves that seonghwa was giving you.

“here,” he says, breaking the quiet. “take this.” he shrugs off his long winter coat, and before you can argue, he’s reached over and settled it on your shoulders. the relief is near instantaneous, but you find yourself a bit too tongue-tied to thank him.

you sigh again, determined to get the words out. “oh, god, i really am so sorry about that, um-” you stutter. “i really should thank you, for the coat. but also-” you take a deep breath. “thank you, park seonghwa, for saving my life.”

at this, the man actually blushes. he reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. “no, really, it was just a gut reaction...”

you shake your head, insistent. “it doesn’t matter. i could have died, but you prevented that. now-” you can feel yourself gaining confidence. “what can i do to repay you?”

seonghwa’s face, which had previously harbored a look of child-like innocence, suddenly turns mischievous. 

you tilt your head, indicating an answer.

his smug smile is full now, chin tilted upwards. “i actually do have a request.”

“okay, shoot.”

“you’ll do anything i ask?”

you frown, narrowing your eyes in an almost flirtatious way. “i suppose i have a few limits...”

to your surprise, seonghwa interrupts you, eyes twinkling. “you’ll repay me- by allowing me to take you out on a date, y/n.”

your mind goes fully blank for a moment. 

...huh?

you blink in shock, not being able to suppress your initial reaction. “wait, come again?”

“will you go on a date with me?”

you stare at him- this terrifyingly beautiful man was asking you on a date? after you’d fully humiliated yourself in front of him? what on earth?

suddenly, before you can even finish the thought, you find yourself nodding. “i suppose i can arrange that.”

seonghwa’s smile is completely smug at this point. “does tonight work?”

you bite your lip, heart pounding despite the chilly weather. your voice comes out in a whisper: “yes, i suppose tonight works.”

seonghwa tries to bury his smile and looks at the ground. “that’s great.” he pauses, allowing his gaze to flit back to you. “do you- i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you want me to walk you home?”

you smile, but shake your head. “it’s alright, i live close. here- i’ll give you my number, though.”

you dig through your work satchel for a piece of paper and scribble your phone number on it. when you extend it, he accepts the slip, still trying to suppress his grin.

a beat passes, and the two of you look at each other intently.

and with that, seonghwa reaches down and gently takes your hand, glancing at your face to make sure the action is alright with you. when you don’t pull away, he lifts it up and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, holding your gaze the entire time. his lips are cold, an unlikely and romantic nod to the temperature.

you feel your neck and cheeks go red, but you smile in an attempt to seem casual. “thanks again, seonghwa. for helping me.”

“of course.” the man’s eyes are twinkling again. “as grim as it sounds, i’m sort of glad it happened. if it hadn’t, i probably wouldn’t be talking with you right now.”

you smirk in what you hope is a flirtatious manner. 

“well,” he continues. “don’t let me keep you. after all, you’ve got a date to get ready for.”

seonghwa begins to walk away, then turns back. “although,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’m pretty sure the guy you’re meeting with won’t care what you’re wearing. you could probably show up in your pajamas and he’d still think you were gorgeous. just for the record.”

before you could manage an answer, he turns on his heel and strides away- but even from here, you can tell he still has a goofy grin plastered on his face.

heart pounding, you turn and make your way towards your apartment building. 

despite yourself, you also can’t seem to keep the grin off of your face.

[imaginedxlan]

loverboy (neville longbottom)

a/n: i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i am a SIMP for neville longbottom. also yall...  one away from 1k, how’d that happen? you guys rock my socks and i love you the absolutely most! sorry this one is kind of short i just liked the concept.

you’ve been friends with neville longbottom since first year. becoming comfortable with the shy boy and his frog over the years, you began calling him a nickname that makes him wish you would see him as anything other than your best friend.

warnings: zero baby just pure fluff

neville doesn’t open up to just anyone. after years of being shut down in every conversation, left out of nearly every house activity, he’s built a wall to protect himself from the people of hogwarts who constantly make him feel less than. you’re one of the lucky ones. you’ve seen beyond his high walls, he’s opened up to you about his parents, his insecurities and eventually pulled him out of his shell to talk about girls with you.

the nickname started when he told you about his small crush on luna lovegood. he seemed so entranced by her, he kissed the ground he walked on. once you caught on to his pining, you’ve called him loverboy ever since. it’s not to be mean or tease him, you actually admired how much he devoted his time to thinking about her.

what you didn’t know, however, is that it was never luna lovegood he was talking about. when he would describe his feelings for luna her name was only a placeholder for yours. he’d loved you since the moment he laid eyes on you, thinking even your crooked teeth, frizzy haired eleven year old self was the most beautiful creature he’d ever see.

“good morning loverboy,” you call sweetly as you sit next to the dark haired boy in potions class. you never found this class particularly interesting, but being able to sit next to neville made it at least slightly more fun. his heart aches at the nickname, trying to conceal the blush that is creeping on his cheeks. “sleep well?”

“hardly,” he replies, still keeping up his façade. “harry talks in his sleep all through the night. keeps me and trevor awake for hours.”

you smile at the mention of his beloved frog. “oh my dear trevor! how is my favorite amphibian?”

neville can’t contain his smile or his heart that hammering in his chest. you’re the only person who’s ever shown interest in the things he likes, the things he goes on and on about for hours. you’ve never once stopped him from going off on a tangent about his mimbulus mimbletonia or how he’s lost trevor for the tenth time that week. you’ve never rolled your eyes when he comes to sit with you in the library. you’ve never shied away from sitting next to him in herbology though many students find his chiming in rather annoying.

“he’s good,” he replies, trying to stop himself from gazing at you for too long. “i think he misses you.”

you laugh at his response, you really do love that frog. “you better make sure i’m not replaced as trevor’s favorite girl when you finally make a move on luna,” you tease but his heart drops. he knows it’s only a joke but he can’t imagine loving anyone other than you. “if i’m losing one of my loverboys i don’t think my heart could take losing the other as well.”

except you could never lose him. he can’t think of a time when his heart would belong to anyone else. he couldn’t say the same for you. as much as he wants to be around you and knows the nickname isn’t meant to make him sad, it only reminds him of the fact that he’ll never truly be your loverboy. the time will come when you go for a weasley or maybe even that ravenclaw boy you’ve talked about in defends against the dark arts with you and neville isn’t quite sure his heart will survive it.

as professor snape opened his book at the front of the class, the class quieted down. veritaserum. you had heard about the potion, mostly from the weasley twins slipping it in their younger brother’s drink once or twice, but you’d never used it. neville begins to fidget nervously beside you, and you think you know why. privacy has always been very important to the boy and something forcing him to talk about his deepest darkest fears or worse, his parents, is probably eating away at him.

you’re wrong. he’s so nervous because he’s afraid he’ll slip up if he takes it and someone will accidentally ask him about you. he won’t be able to keep his secret anymore.

“s’alright nev,” you whisper to him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it slightly. an act of intended comfort made him nauseous. “i won’t let anyone pull any secrets from my loverboy, promise.”

you give him a sweet smile which only makes his heart race more. you’re so beautiful, even without the potion he could’ve let that thought slip to you if he wasn’t too careful. as class goes on, he thanks his lucky stars he isn’t chosen for the demonstration. watching you brew the potion to perfection surely would have made it difficult for him to keep back all the feelings he has for you.

later in the evening, however, he did not get so lucky. the twins somehow convinced seamus and dean to slip a few drops of the potion they’d learned to make that morning into neville’s pumpkin juice at dinner. you didn’t notice or surely you would have taken it from them and scolded them for picking on the boy, but you were to engrossed in a conversation with hermione to catch it. neville almost immediately realizes what’s happened when seamus begins asking him questions.

“how your feeling, longbottom?”

“tired, honestly kind of sweaty, really think i need a shower after dinner,” he says before he can stop himself, he smacks his hand to him mouth and his cheeks go red. dean and seamus burst out laughing making all of you turn to the three of them.

“sweaty? why would you possibly be sweaty neville?” dean continues the interrogation.

“been nervous all day, especially in potions. couldn’t get my mind off the stupid veritaserum and if anyone would ask me about y/n,” neville replies with his cheeks turning more red by the minute. you now had your full attention in the boy and he couldn’t stop the word vomit spilling from his lips. “you should have seen her, she brewed the potion perfectly. she’s so smart. godric and beautiful, i-”

you immediately stop him by smacking your own hand to his mouth. “merlin’s sake what did the two of you do?”

dean and seamus have a cheeky grin spread across their lips. “fred and george gave us veritaserum to put in his juice, didn’t think this would happen.”

without a second thought you pull your best friend from the table and out of the great hall to spare him of any more embarrassment he would have to endure. neville follows you blindly, grateful that you didn’t sit there and start laughing at him. when you get to the common room it’s empty, everyone being at dinner. you pull him to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you look in the glowing flame.

“are you okay?” you ask, pulling your hand from his to look into his eyes. “i’m sorry they did that nev, you didn’t deserve that.”

“i’m more than okay,” he replies with a lazy grin on his face before switching back to his stone cold face full of nerves. “i like it when we’re by ourselves, wish it happened more often.”

“what do you mean, loverboy?”

“i wish you wouldn’t call me that,” he snaps but immediately regrets his tone. “not if you don’t mean it.”

“what are you on about? i mean it.”

“not in the way i want you to mean it...”

you’re trying to wrap you’re mind around what’s happening. sure you and neville have always been close and you compliment eachother here and there but this is different. you don’t want to take advantage of him, not when he’ll tell you everything you want to know while you can sit back and enjoy the show. you swiftly get up and tell him you’ll be right back. he sits on the couch confused as he watches you run out of the room. you make it to the great hall and everyone is looking at you as if you’ve gotten answers out of him that they’d want to know but you ignore him. you lift the tainted cup that neville had drank out of just minutes ago and take a swig.

“y/n!” hermione shrieks and you swallow the liquid. “what do you think you’re doing!”

“getting answers.” you say simply before running out of the room. you don’t feel any different, maybe it hadn’t worked. once you reach the common room again neville is exactly where you left him. “back.”

“what’d you do?”

“i drank the veritserum too,” you tell him and his eyes go wide. “this is going to be a fair conversation.”

neville swallows the lump in his throat at the thought of the two of you being completely honest with each other. he’s partly afraid the truth he’s about to hear is that you only want to be his friend, or that him confessing his feeling for you will only push you away. but there’s another part of him that’s hopeful, you took the veritaserum so this would be “fair,” that has to mean something.

“what were you doing to say when i stopped you earlier?” you ask him. “you said ‘i’ but i stopped you.”

he tries his best to push down the answer but it keeps making its way up his throat. “i was going to say i couldn’t keep my eyes off you all class.”

blush creeps onto your cheeks but you’re not certain why. you noticed him looking at you in potions but you assumed he was trying to understand how to make the potion.

“you’re turn.”

he thinks for a while, unsure of what he should ask you. “do you like matthew, the boy you talk about in ravenclaw, like like him?”

“i like him as a friend, nothing else,” you say back, your heart beginning to race. “do you like luna?”

“i never did, i like someone else.” he answers. you wish it was your turn again, you want to ask him who, part of you knows he’s going to say you given what you’ve learned this evening. you reach out to hold his hand and his touch makes your skin burn. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?”

you want to say yes, you know it the answer he wants to hear, but it’s not the truth. you can’t lie to him even if you wanted to. before this moment, you only thought of him as a friend. not because you dislike him or think he’s unattractive, it’s just all he’s ever been to you. you take a deep breath and turn your eyes down to the floor.

“honestly, no,” you say back, neville swears he can hear his heart break within him rib cage. his heart burns at your response. he’s gotten his answer. “when did you start to think of me as more than a friend.”

he never came out and said he had feelings for you, but you’ve connected the dots. everything he’s answered, all the questions he’s asked points to him looking at you as more than just his friend. you’re not sure how to feel about it.

“first year, the minute you spoke to me i couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl i’d ever seen, i still do, ” his words make your heart burst. you turn your head to meet his eyes again. they’re burning into you’re gaze. “what is it about me that’s made you only think of me as a friend, do you think i’m ugly?”

“godric no!” you say a bit too quickly for your own liking. “i never thought of you that way because that’s all we ever were neville, friends. i noticed how handsome you were last year, the long hair suited you, but i think you look nice any way you are. i had a dream about you at the christmas last year, i think that’s when i noticed how handsome you were. i guess i just never entertained the thought because you never gave me the impression you wanted anything more than this.”

he feels less shattered, less like you just ripped his heart out with your bare hands. hearing that you think he’s handsome sent butterflies to stomach. he’s quiet and so are you.

“do you want to stop?”

“no, i have another question,” he replies, pulling his hands from yours and backing away from you. you miss his touch already. maybe you did like him a little more than you thought. he braces himself for what’s about to come out of his mouth, for your reaction to what’s about to come out of his mouth. “if i asked to kiss you would you say no?”

“no.” you tell him quietly, if you thought your heart couldn’t pound any faster, it did. it feels like it’s about to jump from your chest. “do you want to kiss me?”

“merlin yes,” he almost whispers. he doesn’t move from his spot, eyes avoiding yours at all costs. always being the braver of the two of you, you take matters into your own hands. you pull yourself closer to him and rest your hand upon his cheek, forcing him to make eye contact with you again. you suck in a breath, the closest the two of you had ever been. “i’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“i know.”

you lean forward only a few centimeters until your lips are barely touching. you hesitate only because you know after this moment you can’t go back to being just friends again, this is going to change everything. even so, there’s like a magnetic pull between you too, you’re craving the feeling of his lips against yours.

while still deep in your thought and hesitations, your eyes drilled shut as you try and decide what to do, you feel his lips press against yours and you melt. it’s better than either of you could have imagined. while neville had be dreaming of this moment for six years, you had only just begun thinking about him in this way minutes ago. you place your free hand on the side of his neck and he places his on the small of your back, pulling you closer into him. You move yourself so that your sat on top of his thighs, attempting to expel any space between the two of you. his hands rest on your hips just before you pull away from him to catch your breath. his eyes flicker between yours, looking for an answer to what you’re feeling.

“i’m sorry,” he says sheepishly, thinking the worst. “do you want to stop? we can pretend this never happened.”

“i never want to stop.”

you connect your lips with his again, slinging your arms around his neck to feel the closeness again. you know he’s never done anything like this before, he’s probably nervous out of his mind, so you attempt to ease his worries by guiding his actions. in just the few minutes you’ve spent with your lips on his, you’ve because obsessed with the feeling. you can hear how heavily he’s breathing as his hand moves from your side to be entangled in your hair. you can’t help but smile, this moment is pure bliss.

you eventually pull away from each other, you decide it’s best to keep this night to just his first kiss. you lean forward and plant a soft kiss to the side of his neck before burying your face in the soft skin. eventually his breath evens out, and he moves his arms to wrap around you.

“what happens now?” he asks, hoping the veritaserum can give him some sort of clear view into your brain.

“i don’t know,” you reply, it’s honest, you have no idea what happens from here on out. “what do you want to happen?”

“i want to kiss you like that a million more times,” he breathes out which makes you laugh into his neck. looks like ther veritaserum hasn’t worn off just yet. “can we just sit here for a minute so we don’t have to think about what’s gonna come?”

“you read my mind, loverboy.”

[fruitcoops]

If you feel up to it can we pretty please get some more pre-coops PT sessions?

Oh, pre-Coops pining, I missed you. This is slightly different (and a bit fluffier) than the other fics. I hope you enjoy it all the same! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for mild sickness (coughing, sneezing, etc) and mentioned ankle injury

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths, Sirius repeated in his head as he limped down the hallway, grimacing each time his crutches slipped on the freshly-waxed floor. It had been weeks since his last flare-up and as much as he hated the idea of losing a chance to see Remus, he hated the thought of waiting any longer to be back on the ice.

Sirius paused just outside the PT door to collect his thoughts. They had been doing this for months, but even the memory of Remus’ gentle hands on him still made his breath catch in his chest. He rested his forehead on the doorjamb with a sigh. I’m hopeless.

He frowned when he saw the closed door—Remus liked to keep it open, so anyone could pop in and say hello when they passed by. It was one of Sirius’ favorite things about him.

“Who is it?” a gruff voice called from inside when Sirius knocked cautiously. That’s definitely not Remus.

“Uh, Sirius Black?”

The door swung open and Moody gave him a quick once-over, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not scheduled until Tuesday.”

“My ankle is flaring up,” Sirius said, glancing over Moody’s shoulder toward the desk by the wall. All of Remus’ things were still there, thankfully. “I was hoping Loops could take a look before the weekend.”

Moody grunted and let him in the rest of the way. “Lupin’s out today, but I’ll poke around and see what I can do. Have you been doing your stretches?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.” The mere thought of disappointing Remus almost made him nauseous.

“Good.” Moody continued mapping his foot and ankle, keeping a careful eye out for any signs of pain.

“Where is Remus, by the way? Is he okay?” Sirius did his best to stop the worry from leaking into his voice.

“Got some sort of flu. Dumb kid takes the bus everywhere, so I’m not surprised.” Despite his harsh words, Moody had a fond look on his face. “He tried coming in, actually, but his voice was shot and he kept sneezing so I made him stay home. With the weekend, he’s got three days to recover.”

Relief slowed Sirius’ racing heart. “Good to know. Does he need soup or anything?”

Moody shrugged as he straightened up and patted Sirius’ knee. “Ask him yourself. Number’s on the board if you don’t already have it. Your ankle just needs some ice and ibuprofen, by the way—don’t stop using your crutches until next Friday.”

“Thanks, Moody.”

“See you around, Cap.”

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As soon as practice finished, Sirius pulled his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to stare at Remus’ contact information for the next seven full minutes. Finally, he thumped his forehead on the steering wheel and pressed New Message.

Message To: Loops

Are you okay?

Moody said you were sick

A few seconds passed without a response and Sirius’ good leg began bouncing up and down. “This was stupid,” he muttered to himself. “This was so stupid.”

His screen lit up.

New Message From: Loops

Hey! I’m a little under the weather, nbd

Thanks for asking : )

“Oh my god,” Sirius whispered, holding his hand over his mouth. “Why did I do this?”

Message To: Loops

Yeah no problem

Do you need anything? It’s not safe to drive yourself

I have soup

Sirius groaned aloud and flopped forward again. “No shit, Black, everybody has soup.”

His phone was silent for a few moments before three dots appeared, blinked, and vanished. It happened two more times, until Sirius’ heart threatened to escape via his throat.

New Message From: Loops

That sounds really nice, thank you : )

A link popped up below the text; an address. His address. Sirius’ cheeks started to hurt and he realized he was smiling wider than he had since they last won a game, quickly starting the car and turning out of the parking lot.

Making canned soup wasn’t difficult—for the first time, he followed every letter of the instructions on the can. Burning it was not an option. Ten minutes and a warm Tupperware later, he was back on the road and following Google Maps down the busy avenues of downtown Gryffindor.

Remus’ apartment building was almost as cute as he was, but maybe that was just Sirius’ smitten brain throwing a party over the fact that he finally got to see it. Bright yellow with brick siding, it rose many stories above the street, and he hurried up the concrete steps to the porch, where a small buzzer sat.

Fenwick, Benjamin

Fortescue, Alice

Lovegood

Lupin, Remus

Sirius pressed the button. There was a crackle, a hiss, and finally a croaky, “hello?”

“Remus? Hey, it’s Sirius. Um, I brought your soup,” he stammered, suddenly tongue-tied.

“Oh.” Surprise laced the congested voice on the other end. “Oh! Okay, yeah, thank you. Come on up. Did I send you my apartment number?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ugh, sorry. My brain is toast.” The buzzer clicked.

Sirius bit his lip and pressed it again. “Loops?”

“Yeah?”

“Your apartment number?”

“Oh my god,” Remus laughed. “I’m so sorry. It’s 6B, and the elevators just got repaired last week so you should be fine.”

“Merci.” Sirius opened the front door and carefully balanced his Tupperware on one forearm as he called the elevator and headed toward the sixth floor. Tinny music played through the speakers—if he strained his ears, it almost sounded like the Bee Gees.

The ride was quick; soon, Sirius was waiting outside a plain apartment door with his hand raised to knock, steeling himself to see Remus face-to-face. With a sharp inhale, he tapped his knuckles on the wood and stepped back.

The silver doorknob turned and then Remus was there, leaning on the doorframe in pajamas and fuzzy socks as he winced at the bright sunlight from the hall. His nose was bright red and his eyes were glassy with dark circles underneath; his soft curls stuck up in a cowlick on one side, but he smiled at Sirius all the same. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Sirius swallowed around the dryness of his throat and held the Tupperware out. “It’s chicken noodle.”

Remus blinked, then lit up when he saw the soup. “Thank you so much!”

“Ne rien. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus said with a shrug. “I’d invite you in, but—wait, aren’t you supposed to be on crutches?”

Sirius blushed. “I couldn’t carry the soup with them. It’s just a few minutes.”

“If this wasn’t the sweetest thing ever, I’d lay into you about proper procedure,” Remus teased, reaching out. Their fingers brushed and Sirius winced a little at how cold he was. Would a hug be out of order? Remus curled his hands around the base of the container and sighed at the warmth. “God, I didn’t even know I was hungry until you brought this.”

“Glad I could help.” He could feel his pulse in his toes. “I should probably let you eat then, eh?”

That perfect crooked smile slipped a little. “Yeah, probably. I don’t want to get you sick, too.”

“Always looking out for me.” The smile returned and Sirius whooped internally. “Text me if you need anything else, okay?”

“You got it, Ca—" Remus sneezed into his elbow, then waved him off as they both burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, get outta here.”

Sirius made it halfway to the elevators before a thought struck him; Remus’ door was almost closed, and something jolted in his stomach. “Wait!” he called before he could think about it.

Remus poked his head around the edge of the door, looking confused and a little hopeful. Sirius wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him until he felt better, then kiss him all over his flushed face. I’ll make you soup whenever you ask. “Yeah?”

“I—I missed you today. When I went in for a checkup. It was weird having Moody mess with my foot.”

The edges of Remus’ eyes crinkled gently, making his freckles pop. “Missed you, too. See you Tuesday?”

“See you Tuesday.”

“Thanks again for the soup, Sirius.”

The noise that almost slipped out of his mouth when Remus said his name would have been wildly embarrassing—thankfully, Sirius managed to swallow it down and offer a mock-salute with a smile instead. He didn’t stop grinning all the way home.

[baubuttercup]

Burning Calories / Spencer Reid

Summary: At ladies night reader spills about her crush on a particular co-worker and later finds out he may already know.

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: Fluff, mention of sexual activities

A/N: I haven’t fully edited it but hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send requests in :)

After a long case in South Carolina, me and girls decided to have a ladies night at Penelope's house. We were currently five shots in and Penelope was already in a laughing fit. "I think we need to cut you off now" JJ suggested giggling at the colourful girl "Don't be a party pooper JJ...ooo i know lets play never have i ever" Penelope cheered filling her cup with some concoction she created earlier

I was already ready to pass out but knew i wouldn't hear the end of it from the girls. I wasn't a heavy drinker at all and when the team usually went out to the bar, i hung around with Spencer who i found to be great company. Ever since i first started at the BAU, Spencer and  i got on like a house on fire, we constantly spoke about our favourite writers, the new episodes of Doctor Who and even about personal issue going on in our lives. I felt incredibly safe around him and it didn't help because i was developing a huge crush on him, but i knew he would never feel the same way, i mean how could he?

"Okay i'll go first, never have i ever showed up to work hung over" Emily said. Everyone drank except for me. I mean thats not surprising at all.

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The game continues for about 5 questions until Penelope decided to spice up it up

"Okay, never have i ever had a sexual dream about a co-worker" I mentally facepalm myself knowing i have had plenty. I slowly take a sip of my drink hoping nobody would notice, that is until i hear a squeak coming from beside me. "UMM SPILL IT GIRL, WHO, WHAT, WHERE, HOW" Garcia caught me and never have i ever felt so embarrassed, i could feel my face burning up."come on y/n elaborate, don't keep us guessing" Emily stated chuckling to herself "we won't judge, we promise" JJ tries to keep the others settled while also trying to get information out of me.

I debated whether or not to tell them but eventually gave up knowing they are probably too drunk to even remember what i say "Fine, um i may have sort of had a dream about Reid one or twice" more like a dozen times i think to myself. All the girls had their jaws on the floor staring at me straight in the eye. I took a sip of my drink awkward at the silence and stares that filled the room "REID AS IN BOY GENIUS REID" Penelope practically yells at the top of her lungs "there is no way,  oh my god you have a thing for Spencer, this is so cute" Emily couldn’t contain her smiles any longer. JJ looks at me with awe "Please tell me you are going to tell him you like him and also what kind of sexual dream?" my heart starts to race at the though of Spencer finding out, i would be completely shattered if i got rejected so by me not telling him prevents a lot of heartbreak and also an awkward work place environment.

  "to answer your question no i wont tell him because there is no point, he doesn't like me and i am okay with that" i lie to myself and the others knowing i am not fine with it, i want nothing more than to be with Reid and i knowing that it will never happen does hurt. "and to continue with the question, lets just say we were burning some calories on the plane" i smirk to myself remembering the vivid dream that i wished was real. "naughty girl" Emily stated laughing at the thought of me and Reid doing it on the plane.

the night continued with the girls asking me many many questions about my crush on Reid and practically forcing me to tell him. 

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The next day i walk into the BAU, head pounding and feeling kind of nauseous.  I walk up to the break area and see Reid pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looks up and meets my eyes and i start to get butterflies in the pit of my stomach "Hey y/n, how was ladies yesterday?" all the memories start flushing back and i physically try to contain my blushed cheeks that were getting hotter by the minute. As i was about to say speak Hotch came up to us with a look of hurry "Wheels up now, there's been a child abduction in Florida, Garcia will brief us on the plane" Spencer and i stare at each other before walking out with out go bags.

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The plane ride seemed somewhat awkward but i couldn't put my finger on it. I sat next to Spencer while Derek and Hotch sat across from us. Derek kept looking up at at me and Reid every now and then and all i could think of was that Penelope must have told him what i said. I made a mental note to ask Derek and make sure he doesn't tell Spencer anything.

The plane landed and everyone was slowly filing out. It was just me and Reid in the plane gathering out belongings. All of a sudden i feel his lips inches away from my ear and my heart beings to pound fast and the slight contact."So should we burn some calories now or on the way back" I quickly whipped my head up to looked at him and saw a sweet, adorable smile on his face. I nudged him giggling unable to control my smile. We both exited with blushed expression on our faces. Maybe i should spill secrets more often on ladies nights, it seems to definitely work in my favour. 

[pockyxx]

“ how the haikyuu captains confess ”

daichi x fem! reader, kuroo x fem! reader, ushijima x fem! reader, bokuto x fem reader and oikawa x fem! reader

genre: fluff.

daichi 

people already though the two of you were dating

he always does typical boyfriend things i.e holds bags, compliments, the only thing that was missing was  physical intimacy 

he’d be on the fine line of romantic and straight forward 

he kinda already knew that you knew he liked you 

he got the team’s advice on what to do but it was useless bc they’ve never been with a girl RIP 

“Y/n, I’m glad I caught up to you!” He seemed a little more nervous than normal but you brushed it off as just nervous for his up coming practice match. 

“Hey Daichi-san, what’s up?” You closed your locker, finishing up with your own club activities. The two of you continued to walk while also keeping up the conversation, Daichi holding the door open for you. 

Your heart slightly fluttered as you walked so close with them, wondering if today was the day that Daichi was finally going to confess. One of the first years had accidentally let it slip one day when you stopped by his practice. 

“Well, actually, there’s been something on my mind. It’s been on my mind for a while, honestly.” He stopped walking, nervously opening his backpack to grab something. 

You gave him an innocent look even though it’s been a moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time. 

“I like you, y/n. Like a lot.” He extended his hand and offered you your favorite candy bar, something that he always carried around with him. “I like when I get to see your bright smile, and your laugh makes me feel so warm inside. I just like the person I am around you and how you make me want to be a better person all together.” 

It had been clear that he hadn’t exactly planned what he was going to say but it was still meaningful nonetheless. 

“It took you long enough.” You flashed a cheeky grin, “Hinata told me by accident, I’ve just been waiting for you to finally spill the beans.” You laughed, filling his heart with joy. 

“So this means you’ll let me take you on a date?” He wondered, blushing and making a mental note to make the younger boy run extra laps. You nodded rapidly, taking his hands in yours, proceeding with your walk. 

kuroo 

have you seen how he talks to his team 

he would have his confession planned for a week 

He’d be rehearsing that shit in the mirror every morning

he’d probably get really freaked out the day of though 

when you say you like him back and confess in a similar manner he’s as red as a tomato 

he practiced on kenma and get his advice

“Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you-” Kuroo was instantly cut off by his younger friend who was still glued to his game. 

“You’re really going to finish off such a sentimental confession with a stupid chemistry pick up line. That’s gross.” He commented as Kuroo was left scratching his head. He’d been planning on confessing to you for a while now but was still stuck on what to say. 

“But she loves when I made chemistry jokes.” His face dropped, conflicted with what to do. Was his friend right? Do girls not like that sort of thing? 

“Well you better decide quick because her she comes.” You had turned the corner with all their refilled water bottles and his heart began to race up. What would happen if you said you didn’t like him back? It would create such an awkward relationship between you two; which wouldn’t be good between a captain and a team manager. 

“Here are your waters.” You passed both volleyball players their drinks as you rested your hands on your hips, “what were you guys talking about?” 

Kenma kept a straight face while Kuroo flushed slightly. Pressing a finger to your lips, you thought of a way to lighten the clearly tense mood. 

“You’ve defiantly being improving your serves, Kuroo-san. I’ve been keeping ion you!” You covered your mouth, not wanted to let out a laugh at such a cheesy joke. That was Kenma’s cue to walk off, giving Kuroo the thumbs up to proceed-- it was now or never. 

“Well, there’s something you should know too, chibi-can.” He swallowed any anxious nerves he had, “You make my heart flutter every moment I see you; you just take me breath away and not just because of you looks. I like how funny you are, and you always seem to put a smile on my face. I know this is very random but I’ve been holding in my feelings for a very long time and I thought I was going to explode not being able to tell you.” 

You smiled, bashing your eyelashes, you never knew your captain had feelings for you. Heck, your crush had feelings for you. 

“So basically, what I’ve been meaning to ask is; are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you?” He held his breath, wondering if Kenma was going to be right. His heart pounded even faster at the sight of your lips twisting to an even bigger smile (if that was even possible). 

ushijima 

it could go one of two ways 

either he could be super blunt and hit you with the ‘I like you y/n.’

OR it would be over the top and only because he consulted tendou

tendou’s probably watched a handful of romance animes and has ushijima prepares chocolates, flowers, the whole 9 yards 

ushi is just nodded and taking notes like... 

just confess to her at the summer festival, girls love that, bonus points if you do it under the fire works.

tendou’s words rang through ushijimas head as he walked side by side with you at the summer festival. he’d done everything tendou had instructed him to up until that point. he’s bought you the best taiyaki, he’d let you hold his hand as to not get lost in the crowd and he’d even won you a small stuffed animal that now rested under your arm pit.

“I think the fireworks are about to start.” you hummed as wakatoshi realized he needed to get into the right position.

“then why don’t we go someone more private.” he offered you a rare smile as your cheeks started to burn up with fluster.

it wasn’t like ushijima was a cold heart person but seeing him suggest something so thoughtful, your heart fluttered with the idea that someone greater was about to happen.

nodding, you let ushijima pull you off as the two of you got a better of the sky that was soon to be filled with a display of lights. he’d taken you away from the crowd, up on a small empty lot of gross that was elevated compared to the rest of the festival.

“y/n, I enjoyed tonight.” he cleared his throat, catching your attention. you nodded in agreement,

“hopefully we can go to more festivals today, of course if your not busy with volleyball!” you smiled happily. ushijima was quick to respond.

“I’d like that very much.” he paused, “y/n, i’m often told that i don’t show emotions well or that i’m very blunt.”

you watched him with curious eyes, stating that that wasn’t all ways a bad thing.

“that’s right. this is a time where i think it’s good to be blunt. you see, y/n, i enjoy spending time with you and that i like you, very much.”

bokuto 

it accidentally slipped out 

he always gets a little shy when he think about it so he simply doesn’t 

you’ll be something fairly mundane and he’ll just pause and go 

“you do that so well, that’s why I think I’m in love with you.” 

you’d get flustered because it was so out of the blue 

he’d fill akaashi in the next day and akaashi would make him re-do the confession

“You’re so good at cleaning the white board, y/n, but I guess everything you do is good because that’s why I like you.” You and Bokuto had class room chores together after school and he was watching you, in a hazy spell, resting his hand on his head. 

You blushed, not knowing if Bokuto was actually being serious or if he was just being overly kind. You just pretended like you didn’t hear him, continuing with what you were doing. If you can confessed your feelings back and he wasn’t serious, you would’ve died of embarrassment. 

“Bokuto-san are you going to help or not?” You turned around seeing Bokuto covering his face as he rested his head on the desk. “Uh, Bokuto-san are you alright?” 

He looked up at you only for you to see what you recognized as his emo mode. You frowned your eyebrows as he jumped up, bursting out with emotion. 

“No! I just confessed to the girl that I like and, and, and I wasn’t ready!” He grabbed his bag and ran for the door, “please forgive me for not doing my share of the work, y/n.” 

You were left speechless, watching as the gray haired boy ran away. You laughed realizing what he meant and put you into such a happy mood you didn’t even care that you had to finish all the chores. 

The next morning, you were greeted at the gates of Fukuordani by Bokuto who held a box of you favorite snack and a small teddy bear. Shyly extending the gifts out to you. 

“I bet you know what I’m going to say, so just, uh, please take these.” It had been what Akaashi had instructed and you took them with pleasure. 

“These will make up for all my hard work yesterday keeping out classroom spic-and-span.” You giggle, Bokuto looked at you with pouty eyes as you continued, “and if you didn’t run out so quickly you would’ve know what I like you too.” 

His eyes gleamed as you covered your slightly blushing face with your hand. Bokuto engulfed you in a hug and the two of you becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. 

oikawa 

he’s been confessed to so much that confessions make him nauseous tbh 

he’d make it very personal and romantic, though 

if not romantic he’d want it to be just the two of you 

he knew if he told any of the third years about if his plans, they’d ruin the moment; showing up to film the whole experience (mattsun and makki) 

he would secretly be the most nervous out of all of them 

You were helping Iwaizumi and taking over his cleaning shift with Oikawa. Oikawa was kinda glad the ace had a dentist appointment, so he could finally get you alone with out his team mates or fan girls there to ruin the moment. 

“Say, y/n-chan, I’m pretty lucky to have such a pretty girl helping me clean up.” His eyes were on the ball he was rubbing the marks off of, not really seeing your expression, defended by the sound of his heart thumping rapidly. 

You frowned, liking Oikawa was no easy task because everyone seemed to like him. Sure, he complimented you now, but he always compliments girls. It hurt your heart not knowing how sincere he was. 

“Don’t worry about it Oikawa-san, I’m always happy to help.” You sighed, finishing pumping a deflated volleyball. The Oikawa you had grown to love wasn’t the pretty, flashy volleyball player but the determined captain who always brought out the best in his teammates. It was the hard working, smart and passionate Toru that made your heart do flips. 

“Y/n...” His voiced trailed off, you noticed there wasn’t a cute little ‘chan’ following it. You turned to face him, not realizing your vision had gone blurry from tears pooling in them. 

“Are you alright?” Out of concern he placed his hands in your shoulders and that seemed to snapped you out of the spell you’d fallen under.

Rubbing your eyes, you nodded, looking down at your feet to avoid Oikawa’s gaze. You wished he’d let go of you, so you heart could just go back to its normal pace.

“Y/n did I say something to upset you—Im sorry.” He seemed to be holding his breath until he saw you shake your heard, reassuring him he’d done nothing wrong. Toru sighed.

“I hate seeing you upset, do you know that?” Surpised, you looked up at him, almost beckoning him to eleborate. Oikawas mind was racing— he wasn’t planning on confessing right there and then but he decided to sieze the moment.

“Out of all the girls I talk to, you’re the only one that makes me feel like this...” With your mouth gapping he took your hand and directed it to his chest where you could feel his rapid heartbeat.

“Oikawa-san...” You trailed off, at a loss of words. Between the hand touching his toned chest and the honey-like words coming out of his mouth, it sent you into over drive.

“Everything about you makes me crazy and-and well y/n... i like you!”

Nodding off, your brain couldn’t fully comprehend what your body was doing. leaning forward, reaching up to his lips you. kiss. him.

“Woah.” Oikawa breathed out, shocked at how you reciprocated his feeling until he was brought back to his usual behaviour, “so... you wanna go out with me?”

[watermelonlipstick]

Dreams, Chapter 16

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 16

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1754

Summary: Some of Sam’s efforts to ‘nest’ in their new life together reveal new possibilities.

Warnings: angst, FLUFF, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           Water laps at the weather-beaten wood of the dock underneath you slowly and the rhythm feels like hypnosis with the sun beating down a blanket. You sense Dean at your side without opening your eyes.

           “So…was he any good?”

           You can’t help but laugh, hearing the echo go out over the small lake, and get up to your elbows. It’s bright enough that you have to squint over at Dean where he lays next to a couple fishing poles and a cooler, t shirt hitched up to show a sliver of his stomach with his arms behind his head. His smile is devilish, made even more smug with eyes closed against the sun so his lashes cast an inch-long shadow on the dusting of freckles across his cheeks. “You can’t ask that!” you giggle.

           His lips flatten into a knowing line. “So that’s a no?”

           “Jesus Christ, of course it’s not a n—you know what, I’m not talking to you about this,” you smile, laying back down.

           “Ooh, so it’s a yes,” he teases as he turns on his side to face you. “Go Sammy. That mean you two are, like, going steady now?”

           You let your head loll over to him and roll your eyes. “Are you done?”

           “Not yet. Is he going to let you wear his letterman jacket? Take you to junior prom?”

           “I’m giving you ten more seconds.”

           Dean laughs, free and easy. “Fine, okay, I’m done. Wait—did he wrap it?”

           “DEAN!” you yell, covering your face in embarrassment.

           “Okay, alright, okay.” He’s still chuckling when you open your eyes to look over at him and reaches over to slip a piece of hair behind your ear. “You, ah, you seem happy.”

           You search his eyes for any hidden anger and find only the softness of calm affection with a pinch of solemnity. Where his hand lingers in your hair you turn into it, pressing your lips to Dean’s palm. “I am.”

           Dean smiles, straight teeth a perfect row of pearls so white you think for a second they might ‘ding’ with sparkle like a cartoon, and he looks relaxed enough as he puts his hands back behind his head that it calls up images of a kitten falling asleep in a sunny spot like this even as he keeps his eyes on you. “Took you guys long enough.”

           “And you’re still okay with this?”

           “Yeah, hell yeah. That’s the best I could ever ask for, you two happy. So, what do you say? Want to see if we can catch some fish?”

           Spring was a blessing; clean greenness breaking through the grey and white purifying the air and breathing new life into you, Sam, and the community you’d come to be a part of. The cabin was that much nicer with the new hours of sunlight pouring through the windows and all the upgrades you had put into it, to the point that you began to feel truly comfortable there. You even invited the Kaisers over for dinner a few times, feeling more like equal partners in your burgeoning friendship with them.

           You started to feel stable enough to get things; picked up a bookshelf at the combination flea/farmer’s market that happened in the K-12 school’s field every Saturday morning and got higher quality spatulas to cook with, the kinds of nonessential stuff you never would’ve bought before knowing you were going to stay in one place long enough to get good use out of them. Sam, in turn, kept building: changing the locks to sturdier ones and erecting a shed big enough to hold a lawn mower.

           You’d been cooking on an early Sunday afternoon when Sam came home and crossed the cabin in a few strides, giving you a kiss on the cheek before setting a thick paper bag down on the kitchen counter. “Smells great, what’re you making?”

           “Ratatouille!” you buzzed, placing a slice of eggplant carefully into its slot. “I’ve never had it, but I’ve always thought it looks so pretty. Hopefully it’s good. Where were you?”

           “Hardware store. I thought maybe I could build a greenhouse; see if we could grow anything. Might be enough to work against the cold.”

           You raised your eyebrows in appreciative surprise. “Look at you! What’re you thinking? Poppies? Platinum OG? Purple Haze?”

           Setting a box of screws down, Sam rolled his eyes through a smile. “My plan was more along the lines of tomatoes or something, but I’ll, uh, take those suggestions under advisement.” You had a sudden urge to twist a gentle finger into the dimple that stayed on his cheek as he unloaded the rest of his supplies but didn’t want to embarrass him, instead sweeping some garlic skins into your hand to throw into the small bucket Sam kept under the sink to collect scraps for the compost pile. When the bag was empty he refolded it and took off his jacket, passing by you to put it on its hook by the door. “Want any help?” he asked, sounding about as breezy as you’d ever heard him.

           “It just has to bake for about an hour. Does a late lunch work with your construction schedule?”

           Sam leaned over to slip a hand around your waist and kissed the top of your head before grabbing an armful of stuff to take outside. “Definitely. Just yell when you’re ready for me.”

           You giggled and waggled your eyebrows suggestively. “I’m always ready for you.”

           He tried his best not to blush but bit his lip in spite of himself, looking up at you with a bashful twinkle in his eye. “I walked into that one, didn’t I?”

           In response you held up a spare slice of zucchini that Sam readily accepted, opening his mouth like an obedient puppy and chewing as he went out the back door.

           You loved watching Sam work on his greenhouse in the weeks that followed, getting so excited about the tiny shoots sprouting up from the soil that he sometimes woke up early to check on them before starting his day. After a few weeks he woke you up one morning with a cup of coffee, bare-chested under slightly sleep-tangled hair and the hems of his flannel pants sloppily half inside his boots. “I wanna show you something,” he said, throat still gravelly. You accepted the mug and got out of bed, following him drowsily and jamming your feet inside your shoes at the door, too tired to worry about the laces.

           He led you into the greenhouse with its clear plastic walls and pointed down at a petite bud on top of a green stalk. It had the telltale waviness of a basil leaf, and when you bent down to look closer at it the plant already smelled herbaceous. “It’s so cute!” you hummed. Sam practically glowed with satisfaction, an unbridled smile the perfect accessory to the broad span of his chest where it was backlit by the fuzzy light through the greenhouse walls. You straightened and rubbed his back in congratulations, staring down at the plant together with your coffees like parents on Christmas morning. Tucked in the corner of the greenhouse behind the basil, a scattering of bitty white flowers caught your eye against the burnt umber soil.

           “Wait, you already have stuff flowering in here? What’s that?” you asked, tiptoeing around the wooden stakes in the soil to get closer.

           “Oh—I, uh—” he stammered behind you.

           At arm’s length the flowers looked vaguely familiar and you stopped short. “Is that—?” You turned back to Sam, who seemed not to be able to come up with anything to say, his face the kind of blank surprise that indicated he didn’t know whether you were about to be upset. “Really? Where’d you even…how did you get some?”

           He tucked his hair behind his ears to stall for even a half second. “I—well, I found a guy who got me—got us—some.”

           “You still have an African dream root hookup?”

           Sam’s lips pressed into a well-practiced silent ‘I guess?’ and he reached back to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck, the movement stretching his side distractingly enough that if you hadn’t been so startled by the discovery of a plot of dream root literally in your own backyard you might’ve forgotten what you were talking about altogether.

           You raised your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to explain.

           “I made some calls, found someone in Milwaukee who got his hands on some and he mailed it here. I didn’t want to, uh, tell you in case I couldn’t get it to grow.”

           All kinds of possibilities and frustrations raced through your head. “So you’ve had this for weeks? That’s why you built the greenhouse?” Sam didn’t answer fast enough. “Never mind, I don’t care,” you found yourself saying, and surprisingly, actually meaning. You took a deep breath to stop the words from jumbling together. “Do you think it’ll work?” you breathed, knowing he would understand the real question: would we be able to see Dean together?

           “Only one way to find out.”

           For whatever reason you’d gotten freshly showered, made up, and dressed before brewing the tea with Sam on your next day off of work. It felt like there should be some level of pomp and circumstance about it, this giant undertaking that might be able to change your whole life again, even knowing that your prep wouldn’t translate into a dream. You were giddy with anxiety and almost wished you could reasonably put it off, the idea of this new possibility being yet another dead end making you nauseous.

           “Your place or mine?” you asked, trying to put a little sheen of humor on your nerves.

           Sam chuckled but you could tell he was nervous too, rubbing his palms dry on the knees of his jeans over and over again. “You haven’t done it before, right?”

           You shook your head. “Is there a learning curve or something?”

           “Honestly it’s been long enough that I don’t really remember. Hold on—hold still.” He reached out and very gingerly swept a finger across your cheekbone, drawing back to show you an eyelash stuck to the whorl of its pad.

           You straightened where you sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s as good a sign as any. Cheers, I guess.” Sam dropped the tiny hair into his mug and touched the ceramic to yours, his eyes hopeful and reassuring as you took tandem sips.

           And then you were off.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 17

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Fever Lust | Timothee Chalamet

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You had tried to keep the full extent of your anxiety to yourself, Timothee already worried enough about you. You had met him at a cafe, he stopped in every morning for a coffee before he went to film. You sort of knew who he was, but you didn’t know the full extent to his fame until you started hanging out with him. The cameras flashing as you stepped into his car, and the dark blush over his pale cheeks as he politely waved off questions. You felt your anxiety spike right then but you kept it at bay the best you could, you had an enormous crush on him and you wanted to spend time with him. Normally you would let your anxiety scare you back into your hermit hole apartment, but you really liked Tim. You didn’t want to stop spending time with him, so regardless of the trembling of your palms or the anxious beating of your heart you slid into his car next to him. You were still wearing your uniform and apron from the cafe, you smelled like coffee and donuts. A police officers wet dream. You blushed once his door was closed and he sent one bashful smile your way before starting the engine. “Wow.” You breathed as he carefully pulled out of the parking lot, careful not to hit anyone surrounding the car.

“It’s not normally this crazy, I swear it’s because I’m with a girl.” Timothee laughs, a flash of worry in his eyes when he sees the pale fear stricken expression on your face. Once most of the cameras and people were left behind you, you felt your heart rate slowing. “Why would that matter?” You ask him, suddenly self conscious. He was sat in a dark jacket and jeans that hugged his legs so perfectly, he smelled like spearmint and cinnamon, and his curls were perfectly messy. They gave him that adorable boyish look. While your hair was in a frizzy ponytail, you were in old worn out shoes, greasy jeans, and a wrinkled t-shirt with a creme apron on and matching ball cap styled hat. Timothee looked like a teenage girls masturbation fantasy while you felt greasy and disgusting. He smiled as a nervous chuckle left his lips, “last time I was out publicly with a girl I’m not related to, was my ex-girlfriend. They probably think we’re dating.” Timothee explained and the mere thought sent heat rising to your cheeks. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “as if you’d date a frumpy coffee girl.” You laughed, and while you were joking Timothee hardly took it that way.

“Don’t say that.” He said, a shadow falling over his face as he turned the corner towards a neighborhood of nice looking houses. You pinched your eyebrows together, most of your jokes were self-depreciating jokes. “Say what?” You ask, your heart feeling squeezed in your chest. Had you made him angry? Did you say something wrong? Bile turned in your gut as you fought off the urge to throw up, something that only happens when you get really anxious. “Don’t put yourself down.” Timothee said, his lips curved down in a small frown as he pulled up to a medium sized house. You didn’t know what to say so you simply exited the car and followed him into his house, he’d asked you to come over for dinner tonight after work. Once the door was closed, you felt your chest being crushed as you looked at him. “I’m sorry.” You blurted, taking him by surprise as Timothee turned to look at you. He took a step towards you and concern fell over his features when he saw your misty eyes. “For what?” Timothee asked, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. The intensity of his stare caused your heart to quicken in your chest, “upsetting you in the car.” You breathed, desperately fighting the onslaught of tears.

Timothee shook his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “You didn’t, I just hate when you put yourself down. You’re beautiful.” Timothee said softly, his eyes looking genuine as he watched your expression change. He releases you and shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a couch before striding to the kitchen. You nervously toe out of your shoes as you remove your hat and apron before following him. Timothee flashes you a smile and you feel your heart go crazy in your chest, “what are you hungry for?” He asks, leaning back against the counter. Your immediate response to his question is ‘poison’. Yet another sad, somewhat self-depreciating joke. You bite your tongue, remembering how he reacted to your self hating humor last time. You eventually shrug with a bloom of red on your cheeks as you smile at him. Timothee hummed to himself before reaching for his phone, “I’m too tired to cook. Pizza?” He asks and you nod immediately. Although you’re not sure how hungry you are- you still feel somewhat nauseous. When his focus is on his phone screen you feel your heart beginning to race, what if he likes you? Like has feelings for you? While that would be a dream come true because you’re pretty sure you’re in love with him, you know it would end in flames.

You’re not an actress, or a model, or even pretty. You’re a girl who works in a cafe with crumpled clothes and a messy room. While Timothee is young, successful, put together, and responsible. You feel like an immature teenager compared to him, if he had feelings for you he would grow tired of you really quick. It would break your heart to lose him but you know sooner or later it’s going to happen. His ex-girlfriend is Lily-Rose Depp for fuck sakes, how on Earth are you supposed to compete with her? You’re nowhere near on the same level that she is, she’s like a goddess, and you feel like a mole rat compared to her. You’re pretty sure if you had to compete with your reflection, your reflection would win. You felt dizzy as you slammed your hand down on the counter, effectively drawing Timothee’s attention after he’d ordered the pizza. His eyes landed on you and his hands were holding you up immediately, concern washed over his face. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, but his voice sounded like it was underwater as your heart raced faster and faster and all of a sudden it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes fluttered as you slid against the kitchen cabinets to the ground, your fall broken by Timothee’s hard grip on you. Panic was settling in his eyes and you saw his lips moving but heard nothing but a loud ringing in your ears.

You felt frantic as you grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, your eyes wide and you felt damn near out of control as you held onto him. Timothee pulled your head into his chest and you fought against him at first but then you relaxed against his chest and his arms wrapped protectively around you. You heard his heart hammering against his chest as you slowly calmed down to the steady sound of his breathing. Timothee was shaking as he held you tightly, and he wasn’t entirely sure he knew what just happened. All he knew was that you scared the shit out of him. Once you’d relaxed enough to speak you pulled away from his chest and leaned back against the cabinets. Timothee stayed crouched in front of you, his hands still gently holding your arms. “What just happened?” He asked, and you felt guilty when you felt how hard he was trembling as he held you. “I-I had a panic attack.” You say softly, feeling incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. You refused to meet his eyes as he looked into your eyes, you had no idea what was going through his head. Timothee let out a long breath as he settled against the kitchen island, sitting across from you. His legs tangled with yours as he watched you, “talk to me.” He mumbled and finally your eyes drifted up to meet his.

“What happened just now?” You know what he’s really asking, he wants to know what brought the panic attack on. But by telling him you’d basically be admitting your feelings for him which nearly brought another panic attack on- Timothee seemed to notice that. His hands reached for yours, and when you felt his fingers gently lace through yours the oncoming panic attack settled before disappearing. “You can tell me anything.” Timothee promised and you swallowed a dry lump in your throat before nodding slowly. You closed your eyes and steeled your nerves for what you were about to say next. “I-I like you Timothee, a lot and I just know I can’t compare to Lily-Rose Depp. I would never expect you to have feelings for me, you’re used to dating actresses and supermodels. I’m just some ordinary girl who wakes up late and smells like coffee beans, I started thinking about how heartbroken I’m going to be when you realize I’m not what you want-” You didn’t realize you were crying until Timothee pressed his lips against yours, and softly wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. Any other words you were going to say died in your throat as your entire body melted against his. The kiss was slow and gentle, and you could feel how much emotion he was pouring into it.

“If that’s what you honestly think then you couldn’t be more wrong.” Timothee breathed once you’d parted, his forehead resting against yours. You stayed silent as his eyes looked into yours, his hands holding yours tightly. “I know how I feel about you, and I don’t want Lily-Rose, or a damn supermodel because they don’t come close to comparing to you. You’re real, you’re you. You don’t put on a facade for other people or act like a different person for the cameras. You’re just you, and you’re so beautiful. You’re insanely cute, I love watching you make my coffee because every time you catch me staring at you your entire face turns red. It’s so easy to make you blush, you make me dizzy with nerves. I’m always a nervous wreck when I’m around you, I’ve never felt so addicted to anyone before but sometimes when you’re not around I seriously feel like I’m having withdraws without you.” Timothee admits, and it sets your heart on fire as you watch him with wide, watery eyes. His hands come up to cup your cheeks again as he presses his lips to yours once more. Your hands find his shoulders as he slowly pulls you into his lap. “You are exactly what I want, I’ll spend the rest of my entire life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” Timothee whispers, nudging his nose against yours.

Making a split second decision you frantically press your lips against his, in a much more rushed kiss- laced with desperation. Your hands hold his shoulders while Timothee’s hands choose to wander as they slide delicately down your back to firmly hold your hips. Your lips press together and languidly move against each other as your tongue probes into his mouth, and you’re not sure where this act of bravery is coming from. Timothee groans softly against your mouth as you grind down against his hardening bulge. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back to look at you, “do you want this?” He asks breathlessly, loving the look of your flushed cheeks. You searched his eyes for hesitation but all you saw was unbridled want being held back with every ounce of self control he has. “I want you, all of you.” You breathe and that’s all he needs before his hands hook under your thighs to haul you up with him as he stands. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he presses kisses to your lips and cheeks. “Bed or couch?” Timothee asks, and you feel your whole body buzz with desire. You can barely think with his hands holding you up by your ass, and with his lips pressing against any inch of skin he can reach. You need him right now.

“C-Couch.” You pant, not wanting to wait while he carries you up the stairs and he smirks. Timothee turns for the living room before dropping you down on the couch, his pupils blown wide with lust. “How could you ever think I don’t want you?” Timothee asks, coming down to over over you as you lay on the couch. You stay silent as he presses his lips against to your collarbones through the fabric of your t-shirt. He reaches for the hem of your shirt before carefully pulling it over your head. He groans when he sees your breasts in your bra and his hands come up to squeeze them through your bra. “Fuck baby,” He groans, leaning down to press kisses to the swell of each breast. You moan softly as your head rolls back, enjoying the sensation of his lips on you. Timothee reaches back to unclip your bra, giving you plenty of time to stop him. You don’t. He pulls it off and he growls softly as he looks down at you, a possessive look in his eyes as he watches you. “Mine,” he hisses as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. You moan loudly as your hands wind in his hair, you lay back as he lavishes your chest with his lips and tongue. You feel the heat spreading down in between your legs, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.

Timothee slides one hand down to your jeans, “can I take these off baby?” He asks against the soft skin of your breast and you nod frantically. Timothee smiles against you as he slowly undoes your jeans and starts pushing them down your legs. He pulls away to untangle your jeans from your ankles and then he sits back against his heels to just stare at you. You squirm under his gaze, “what?” You ask nervously, feeling insecurity clawing it’s way into your brain. Almost as if he can sense it, Timothee presses a kiss to your lips. “Just can’t understand how I got someone so beautiful laying underneath me.” He breathes against your lips and your heart skips a beat while a wave of desire washes through your body. “A hundred girls would love to be where I am, while I’m pretty sure nobody is jealous of you for getting...me.” You say softly, beginning to feel unsure of yourself again. Timothee growls at your statement, his hands dipping into your panties and his fingers finding your aching clit. “Do you remember when we went to that outdoor mall, and I was angry the whole time?” Timothee asks, taking you by surprise. You try to concentrate on his words as you throw your head back in pleasure when he begins to rub slow circles on your clit. “Uh-huh.” You breathe through a moan. “I was angry because there was this group of guys who couldn’t control their goddamn thoughts. I saw them eye-fucking you, practically undressing you with every glance in your direction. Couldn’t keep their eyes off your perfect breasts, or your tight little ass. It drove me fucking crazy baby, this is my perfect body.” Timothee growls possessively while sliding 2 fingers deep into you.

You moan loudly as your fingers curl around the couch cushions tightly. “I just wanted to press you against the wall and pound into you right there, right in front of them. So they would know who you belong to. You have no idea how sexy you are.” Timothee hisses, his fingers quickly thrusting into you, bringing you closer to cumming. You feel the heat rising as you begin to pant but just before you cum he pulls away from you, “the only place you’ll be cumming is around my cock.” Timothee breathes into your neck and you begin to pull at his clothes, hating that he’s still fully clothed. Timothee leans back and yanks his shirt over his head before desperately fumbling with his belt while you kick your panties off. You drink in his bare chest, feeling the throbbing in your pelvis, it’s unbearable. Timothee finally kicks his jeans and boxers off, his hard on standing tall as your eyes lock on it. You feel your entire body tingle when you see his hard leaking cock, you need it inside you. “Timmy, I need you now.” You groan, reaching to pull him towards you. His frantic lips finds yours for a quick, passionate kiss as he leans you back. “On the pill?” He asks, breathless and you nod immediately. Timothee presses his head against your opening before gently pushing in, groaning at the feel of your tight walls constricting against him as he stretched you open.

Once he slid fully into you, you moaned loving how full you felt. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled out of you, before gently sliding all the way back in. “Harder Timmy,” You panted and you felt him smirk against the skin of your shoulder as he pressed kisses there. When he pulled out again, only the tip was still inside you except this time he slammed back inside you. You cried out as he began to slam into you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. Your head was thrown back as your hands clawed at his back, you know you’re going to leave red scratch marks. Timothee pounds into you and you cry out against him as he drives into you, “I’m gonna cum.” You moan as he reaches down to thumb your clit. Timothee’s lips press against your neck before moving to whisper into your ear, “cum on my cock baby.” He breathes and as soon as the words leave his lips- you’re exploding around him. Your entire body shudders and goes stiff as you cum harder than you ever have before and he’s not far behind you as he spills into you. You two sit there, him still inside you, just enjoying the afterglow when the doorbell rings.

You both chuckle, you completely forgot you ordered pizza. You move to stand up, but Timothee places a hand on your shoulder as he pulls out. “If you think I’m gonna let you answer the door with flushed cheeks, messy hair, looking all sexy and freshly fucked then think again,” Timothee says, a protective tone in his voice as he pulls on a pair of jeans before pressing his lips to your forehead. “Gonna give the pizza guy a damn hard on and then I’d have to do something that would probably land me in jail.” Timothee says as he turns to answer the door, causing you to giggle. He grabs his jacket and throws it on before answering the door and as you watch the light of the moon spill in through the front door and onto his face you realize something. You watch his lips curve into a smile and you spot the bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, the only giveaway that he was just fucking you into oblivion. You sink further into the couch as the revelation occurring in your heart renders you speechless, you’re falling in love with him.

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Dark Light Ch. 4 // Blackdale

Couple/Characters: Blackdale, Lucie Herondale and Jesse Blackthorn Rating: T

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

4.

“I thought I locked this door.”

Jesse’s reflexes had been sharp, unlike hers. He had pulled her down to the floor just in time for the door to open, and Tatiana got in. She knew it was her. No one else lived there. Lucie wondered if she had heard their steps, but then she remembered that she had traced a stealth rune on Jesse. They had been silent. She was just doing her routine nightly rounds.

Tatiana’s steps were closer. They were heavy, but calculated. She was taking her sweet time. Lucie was curious to know how she spent her time, but this wasn’t the right moment to wonder about that. She could feel Jesse’s hand on her wrist. He hadn’t let her go, and she was grateful. She was impulsive at times, and she might have acted without thinking. 

The lights were still off, but Lucie could see a flickering orange color moving with the steps. Tatiana was holding a candle, she believed. Jesse tugged her closer in the small opening under the desk. She tried not to gasp when her shoulder bumped him. Her heart raced. She wasn’t sure whether the reason was this sudden touch or the fear that his mother might catch them there. Her brain was already trying to make up excuses, which meant her brain hadn’t gone in full emergency mode.

Tatiana went closer to the shelves where Lucie had just placed the Black Volume, but it was short lived. She walked out and closed the door behind her, leaving the room in the dark.

Lucie finally breathed, but Jesse shushed her. “Still not safe,” he murmured. “Let’s wait five minutes.”

She nodded, but she bumped her head on the back of the desk. “Ouch,” she lamented.

“Careful,” he warned her. He came out of the hiding place first, and offered her a hand. “Mind the desk.”

Lucie wanted to laugh hysterically at her clumsiness - she wasn’t usually clumsy - but held her tongue. At least, he couldn’t see her blushing cheeks in the unlit room. She accepted the hand with glee, and they were out of the door.

She followed him, since the panic of being discovered had messed up her reasoning a little. When they were out of the servant’s door they had used, she stopped to take a breath. 

“We need to leave at once,” Jesse said, stopping in his tracks when he saw that she hadn’t moved from the exit. “Are you good?” he asked.

Lucie dropped the hand she had put on her chest by her side. She hoped he hadn’t seen her. She managed a smile and walked briskly towards him. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Let’s find the carriage.”

…

“Lucie. Lucie, wake up,” a voice said, and Lucie opened her eyes abruptly.

She was in the carriage, and it was still dark outside. That much, at least, she remembered. But she couldn’t remember falling asleep during the trip back to the Institute. 

She put a hand on her throbbing forehead. “What happened?”

“You fell asleep,” Jesse said, adjusting himself in his seat. “We’ve just arrived.”

Lucie cleared her voice and opened the door. “Let’s hope we don’t have to run to my room,” she joked, and got out of the carriage. 

Jesse went out shortly after her, and they walked in silence towards the Institute. 

...

Lucie was already up and running the morning after. She was calm, happy even, and she had several reasons to feel like that. They had safely returned the Black Volume of the Dead the night before, and there was no more proof that she could have used it. What made Lucie cheerful was the event that would happen in the evening: her parabatai ceremony with Cordelia. 

She had last seen her friend the day after she revived Jesse. Cordelia had come to the Institute other times, but it was to meet with James and discuss their sham marriage. Lucie was grateful that she had to take care of those matters when she visited, because she wouldn’t have had the time to be with her, as much as she wanted to. 

She was still keeping Jesse hidden from the world, and even though Cordelia was a trustworthy friend, she didn’t want to tell her about him. Revealing Jesse to Cordelia would raise questions she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. She wasn’t sure which answers she would give herself, either. 

No one had been around when they got back the night before. The drawing room was in the dark, and Lucie suspected that James might have been asleep or at the Devil’s Tavern with the others. In any case, she internally thanked him for not being there. She had already been shaken by the close encounter with Tatiana, and she didn’t want another, although meeting James wouldn’t have been as bad, would it? He would have asked questions, Lucie thought. It was better to wait before introducing Jesse to more people. 

“So, you’re getting a parabatai today?” Jesse asked from her desk. He had taken residence in her room, and he had spent the last few hours reading. It wasn’t a leisure reading. Lucie had tasked him with finding information about his current state, and if they could do something about his lost memories. She believed he would oppose, but he accepted the job with a smile, claiming that he also wanted to find out more about his death and the killer. To do that, he must regain his memory first.

“You don’t ‘get’ a parabatai,” Lucie pursed her lips. She had been checking herself in the mirror in the last few minutes. “A parabatai is like a brother, or a sister. It’s a vow as important as marriage,” she underlined. 

He nodded and made a face. “As long as it makes you happy,” he commented, and she could see he was watching her. 

She could see his expression in the mirror, but he couldn’t see hers. She smirked. “It makes me immensely happy to become Cordelia’s parabatai,” she said. “It will make us tighter, although I think we already are tight.”

“Yet, you didn’t tell her about me,” Jesse remarked. 

Lucie huffed audibly. Damn. She schooled her expression before she replied. “I trust Cordelia with my life,” she said. “This is why I want us to become parabatai.”

“But?”

Lucie bit her lip. What was the reason? “I’m not ready,” she admitted. 

“Ready for what?” he wondered. “Wait. You don’t have to tell me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I’m just -” she began, unable to find the words. “I’m just not ready, that is all.”

“I understand,” he said, and the conversation died. 

It was then that Lucie realized what was stopping her from telling Cordelia about Jesse. If her friend would find out about Jesse, Lucie wouldn’t be able to stop herself from revealing her true feelings about him to her. She just knew it. She would rather hide him until he was safe than face her heart. Was it love, though? Or simple affection? She wished she knew the difference.

Lucie’s carriage left the Institute after the sun had set. Her family was with her, and the vehicle seemed smaller than usual. It wasn’t usually crowded. She was on edge, and she was content to travel to the Silent City with her brother and her parents. They offered her the diversion she needed.

“You must be excited,” Tessa told Lucie. Her mother had probably seen her twist her hands into her lap for the umpteenth time.

“Of course, she is,” Will interjected, grinning at his daughter. “She’s about to be bonded to her dear friend, who will also become our dear daughter-in-law.” Lucie stayed silent, while James cleared his voice.

“You seem more eager than her, though,” his wife commented. “We don’t know if he’ll be there, Will,” she said, and Lucie knew they were talking about uncle Jem.

Will snorted. “He wouldn’t lose it for the world,” he declared with confidence. 

“At least, this time you won’t have to make up an excuse to see him, papa,” James affirmed, and everyone laughed.  

Will and Tessa exchanged a knowing smile, and Lucie had to look away. 

She thought about Jesse, alone in her room. Alone in the Institute. Well, probably not completely alone, since Bridget would be there. She was sure Jessamine would also come to take a look at him. She hadn’t seen her for days. 

Lucie told him that she would be back by night. She didn’t have to warn him not to wander around the building. She presumed that everyone of her friends and parents would be at the Silent City, but she couldn’t be entirely sure if a visitor could turn up on the Institute’s steps.

Once they arrived and the carriage stopped, Lucie ran out to find Cordelia. She found her friend by the corridor of the hall where the ceremony would take place. A little crowd had formed and she greeted some of her uncles and aunts before hugging Cordelia.

“I can’t believe this day has finally come,” Cordelia said, taking Lucie’s hands in hers. She was brimming with excitement. “We’ve waited too long for this.”

“We did,” Lucie agreed. Her hands started trembling, and she let go of Cordelia. 

“Are you okay?” her friend asked, her voice filled with worry and apprehension. “You look very pale.”

Lucie tried to smile, but she sighed. “I’m nervous,” she admitted. “We’ll be under everyone’s scrutiny tonight, and what if something goes wrong?” she wondered out loud, shocking herself. She was rarely a pessimist, but it wasn’t a secret she had been preoccupied these days. She thought she was managing it well, but the feeling that something could ruin this moment wasn’t leaving her. She had been feeling nauseous after they took off the Institute.

“I’m nervous too, Lucie,” Cordelia reassured her. “I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about this.”

“You couldn’t?”

“No,” she said. “Something was bothering me other than this.” Cordelia looked away for a moment, as if embarrassed.

“Oh,” Lucie replied, but she couldn’t ask what had bothered Cordelia, because they were asked to prepare. 

The crowd started entering the hall. The last people who stayed behind were Lucie’s and Cordelia’s families. Cordelia’s mother touched her daughter’s arm before disappearing inside with Tessa, who also smiled kindly at Lucie. Sona was pregnant, and Tessa had waited to get in so she could get to their spots together. They were to become in laws soon, even though Cordelia’s marriage to James was not a marriage based on love. Sadly, because they would make a nice couple, Lucie thought.

The last one to enter was her father, whom she had seen talking to uncle Jem. Of course, she rolled her eyes. But it was cute. She hoped that she and Cordelia would be like them, twenty and more years from then. She thought she had seen uncle Jem smile at her. Although he was a Silent Brother, she knew he probably did. 

The ceremony is about to begin, Jem told them. Please, arrange.

Cordelia squeezed Lucie’s hand, and they stepped in the room. James and Alastair followed them. To Lucie, this was another sign that they had to be parabatai. They had both chosen their brothers as witnesses. 

Everyone took their place. Lucie stood in the ring of fire and Cordelia smiled at her, probably trying to give her strength. The fire became taller, and they started to say their vows.

Entreat me not to leave thee,

Or return from following after thee—

The shriek of a door opening in the furthest side of the hall, made Lucie stop. It must have been someone who was late, she told herself, and prompted herself to continue with her vows. 

“Stop this charade!” someone said, and Lucie looked up to see Tatiana Blackthorn approach them from above. Everyone turned at once. She was descending the stairs like a madwoman, and perhaps she was truly mad. Or angry. “Stop, you.” Lucie’s heart skipped a beat when her eyes met Tatiana’s. 

You must leave at once, Tatiana Blackthorn, Jem ordered her. You are interrupting a significant ceremony. 

“I don’t care,” she replied harshly, placing herself not too far from Lucie and Cordelia. “You’ll call off this ceremony when you’ll hear about what these teeangers did,” she pointed her finger at her, and then at James.

Lucie’s blood turned cold. This was it. Everyone would know about what she did. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. She was still in the ring of fire, and it would be suspicious if she did. She had to keep calm. 

Jem glanced at her for a moment, then he casted a severe glance at Tatiana. The fire around her and Cordelia vanished, leaving her exposed and unprotected.

“What are you trying to accomplish, Tatiana?” asked her father. “You have no business being here.”

“You,” she said, ignoring Will and setting her eyes on Lucie. “And you,” she glanced in James’ direction. Lucie could feel her brother’s presence by her side. It somewhat comforted her, but she didn’t know why Tatiana was calling him out. “You were on my property last night,” she said coldly.

Lucie paled, because she knew it was true.

“With all due respect,” James began, “I think you’re mistaken, Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said with confidence. “I haven’t left the Institute at all, and my family can attest to that.”

Tatiana raised an eyebrow. “I clearly saw you, though. The both of you,” she insisted.

“Then you saw wrong,” Will said from his spot. 

“I believe your children know how to talk,” she admonished him with venom. “I know what I saw. I clearly spotted a girl with brown hair and a boy with midnight hair running away from my house. My property.”

“And you believe it was me and my sister?” James wondered with a chuckle. “Tell her, Lucie. Tell her that it wasn’t us.”

Lucie couldn’t move. She had to talk, unless she wanted Tatiana to be more suspicious. “It wasn’t us,” she drawled the words out, her voice low and trembling. “I assure you, it wasn’t us,” she repeated.

“Then why are you wearing my family heirloom, little girl?” Tatiana smirked, and advanced towards her. “And also... The Black Volume of the Dead, something that has been in the Blackthorn family for centuries, suddenly reappeared last night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Lucie gasped, and her hand tightened around her necklace. “Someone gave it to me,” she confessed. “I didn’t steal it.” It was an answer that could fit both questions, but Lucie only responded to the first one. She needed to save herself. She never thought...

“This was around my son’s neck,” Tatiana said, her face didn’t betray any emotion. “Around the neck of my son whose body is not where it used to be anymore,” she sneered, almost with annoyance. She looked like someone who had just burnt an egg, rather than a mother who grieved her son. 

“Tatiana, I think you should stop,” uncle Gabriel said from his spot. “This is not the place, nor the occasion -”

“It is the perfect occasion!” she cried out. “These two brats invaded my property and disposed of my son’s body on purpose!”

“Wait, wait,” Will interrupted again. “How dare you make such unfounded accusations against my children, Tatiana? You have no evidence to justify your claims.”

“He is right, you have no proof,” a new voice said from the back of the room. Everyone turned in the direction of the newcomer. Someone gasped.

[lovecinnatwist]

Secret Santa for @Carxby

This Christmas I ended up writing a small drabble for my wonderful giftee Carxby. I’m a huge HaruMiha fan so I was so excited to get this prompt!

I hope you like this short little drabble!

Fandom: Ōkiku Furikabutte

Pairing: Haruna/Mihashi, Abe/Mihashi (one sided)

Rating: PG

Haruna doesn’t understand it- the tightness in his chest when he sees the two of them together. It takes time, something that he finds more of as he lies awake long after everyone else is sleeping. He stares up at his ceiling, blinking away racing thoughts and stirring feelings that are like a hurricane in his throat. A storm of words wants to get out, cold and harsh, threatening to flood all who stand in the splash zone. His body is aching from practice, his brain tired from a long day of lessons. Still somehow sleep can not find him. It goes on for weeks until self awareness slams into him like a truck.

Jealousy.

He remembers the casual way Takaya touches his new pitcher. It stirs something ugly inside of him. It’s casual, it’s friendly, it’s expected. After all, a battery is better when the two people are close. Not like how he and Takaya were, more like how he is with his new pitcher. The tall, gangly teen whose limbs look too long and awkward for his body. He looks at Takaya like he’s the moon and when Takaya looks at Mihashi, well it's like he sees stars.

The sheer awe in those huge hazel eyes is so clear that it’s sickening. Mihashi likes Takaya, more than just a pitcher and more than just a friend. No matter what Haruna tries to do to silence the little voice in his head, he can’t stop it from screaming in outrage. 

Well who could blame him for being possessive over the catcher he created? 

The next time he sees the blonde turn red under Takaya’s attention he knows to expect the rush of anger and jealousy. Being prepared helps and makes things easier. Well at least for a short while. Nishiura isn’t a team they run into often. They're more like passing ships really. Their games are far apart but not so much so that he has free time to go see them play. 

The next time he runs into Takaya there’s a girl across from him. They’re holding hands with their fingers laced together. Haruna waits for the familiar barrage of emotions. The hard punch to the gut which is envy, quickly followed by her twin, wrath.

Nothing happens.

He stares after their figures long after they’ve walked past him. Neither of the two spotting him from his position on the corner walk way. Takaya looks different, older, more mature. It’s only natural for him to find a girlfriend. For him to start a relationship. A feeling of unease swirls in his stomach and he thinks of strawberry blonde curls and an open honest smile. 

No longer able to hear their footsteps he heads in the opposite direction.

He isn’t looking for anything in particular. The air is crisp and clean and the sound of people enjoying the winter air is a perfect ambience for a day like this. The perfect backdrop for a date too. He wonders if the catcher is on his first one, or if this is one of many. He flexes his fingers in his pocket remembering the way Takaya had his hands locked with the girls. He himself has held hands before of course- but most girls complained. The roughness was attractive in theory but never later on actual dates. Did the catchers mitt keep Takaya hands soft and more pleasant?

He’s broken out of his thoughts by the sound of warbling in the distance. It’s demanding and loud enough to pull him out of his head and into the moment. Ahead he spots some poor guy being bullied by the ducks at the pond. The small little birds are quacking and chasing the guy until he’s scared enough to drop the bag of crumbs. He’s speeding up before he can help himself. The person falls to the ground and the ducks, distracted by their new bounty, do not pursue.

He doesn’t recognize him until they are mere feet away. 

Mihashi’s face is blotchy and red from unshed tears. His form trembles, probably from the scare the mother duck gave him. Haruna’s heart races. There’s a rush of- something that he can’t pin down. He should hang back and think, give himself a moment to understand the way his stomach is twisting into knots. He knows that he needs to. But his feet don’t seem to get the memo. He’s walking over to him before he can think better of it. 

When Mihashi finally notices him he turns and those breathtaking hazel green eyes are looking at him. Haruna’s heart leaps in his throat. His mouth goes dry with the amount of moisture heading to his palms. He’s stupidly speechless as he looks at the other pitcher in his winter clothes. The brown coat fits well with a belt that wraps tightly around the waist. His scarf looks soft to the touch much like the windswept locks that are sticking up every which way, his ear muffs do little to flatten them down. 

He swallows but the lump in his throat doesn’t go away. 

“ Ha-Haruna? “

He feels fixed into place. The sheer clearness of Mihashi’s gaze, even from a distance, is too much. He stands awkwardly, the sound of the ducks quacking gleefully at the other pitchers back is the only thing filling the silence. Haruna opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He has nothing to say but turns out the younger boy does. 

“ Did- Did you run into Takaya? “

It’s a loaded question. At the mention of the catchers first name something ugly curls inside of him. He doesn’t know when the two got so close. Never before has he heard them be so casual with each other. He’s familiar enough with the jealousy to look outside of it and take in the pitchers expression and body language again. Suddenly Haruna has the feeling that the other’s tear damp eyes have nothing to do with the ducks at all. He doesn’t answer, at least not immediately. 

Mihashi doesn’t move to get up from the ground. He just waits and stares. Haruna finds it unnerving how much those eyes seem to search. 

Finally, reluctantly he shrugs. There’s no point in lying. 

“ Yea- I saw him. He looked busy though so I didn’t bother him. “

Mihashi doesn’t say anything, just looks away down at the ground. His figure seems to shrink on itself more than usual. The broken silhouette makes Haruna’s chest tighten. 

“ Where did you get the feed from?“

He doesn’t know where the thought comes from. He just can’t bear to see the other pitcher so defeated for another moment. It works, slightly- just enough to straighten his back and get his attention. Haruna averts his eyes suddenly feeling shy; Not that Mihashi notices of course. 

“ From the booth over there. “ He points a little too quickly and some of the few ducks picking about are quick to flap on the defensive. Haruna pushes forward to close the distance between them. He gets a firm grip on the pitcher’s jacket and hauls him up and away from the birds. They get closer and the tightness in his stomach bursts into flutters. 

He feels nauseous and sick at the same time. He stares into gorgeous hazel eyes. Then quickly becomes stressed when he realizes he’s used the word gorgeous to acknowledge them.

He suddenly takes notice of how cute the freckles that dust the pitchers nose and cheeks are. The way his in awe gapping expression leaves his pink lips parted and every time he blinks long eyelashes touch his cheeks and then his eyebrows. 

It’s a long time coming for him to realize that what he’s feeling is attraction. Not hot and possessive like he’s felt before, but softer, innocent and curious in many ways that he’s uncomfortable with. 

For some unknown reason- he likes this guy. 

Mihashi doesn’t say anything but a pink blush spreads on his face. He’s become more flustered by the moment, and Haruna in his new found awkwardness lets him go startled. They break eye contact quickly. Haruna tongue tied by his epiphany. 

“ So- Sorry “

Haruna has no clue why Mihashi is apologizing. If anything he should be the one to do so. That is if suddenly having feelings for a rival pitcher warrants an apology. He tries to play the entire thing off, which is difficult with the way Mihashi keeps sneaking these timid little glances his way. 

“S’cool. “

Before he can beat himself for his stupid answer Mihashi cuts him off. 

“ Do you want a bag of crumbs? “

Not really but he also isn’t quite ready to leave. He needs to talk to Mihashi a little bit more. It’s a rare opportunity and might be his only chance to decipher the quivering mess his emotions are becoming. 

“ Yea. Yea I do. “

The smile he gets from Mihashi makes his embarrassment more than worth it. Confidently, the pitcher leads him over to the booth where he willingly pays for two bags of feed. This time, when the two of them head back to the group of ducks no shenanigans take place. 

The birds seem to know better than to try to bully him like they did to Mihashi. 

Haruna snorts when the shorter pitcher hides behind him as the ducks draw closer. It takes time, several awkward attempts but soon Mihashi’s fear is swept away for active participation. He’s bold enough to stand shoulder to shoulder as he drops handfuls of feed for the ducks. All while making happy little laughs whenever they go for the food.

They bump shoulders. 

It’s a lot, more than he’s ready for. Complaints die on his lips though as he sees the other boy smile. 

He asks, despite a large part of him telling him not too.

“ Are you happy for him? “

He thinks he whispers it but the pitchers eyes snap to his immediately. Haruna’s breath hitches and his pulse races in his ears. A conflicted barrage passes over Mihashi’s face. His eyes darting about as they search for an answer. 

Haruna doesn’t want to hear it. He wishes he could take back the words. Why didn’t he heed his own intuition for once? His new, fragile affection is too vulnerable for the answer.

Loudly his ego roars in his ears. It would be better to know now then to be left wondering. To be left wanting someone who clearly likes someone else.

As both his intuition and ego war, Haruna gets his answer despite his unpreparedness. 

“ If Takaya is happy, I’m happy. “

It’s a messy answer but he can read between the lines enough to understand what he’s saying. However Haruna himself has always been a selfish person. He doesn’t know if he would have it within himself to be happy if Mihashi and Takaya got together. He rolls his shoulders back as a shiver goes down his spine.

It’s the first time he’s acknowledged these new feelings for what they are. The long developing signs of a crush. He pays a compliment before he can stop himself.

“ You’re a strong person. “

The pitcher's attention snaps to him so quickly he’s almost afraid Mihashi has hurt something. 

“ Me?”

The wonder in those hazel eyes is strong enough that Haruna feels like he’s burning. He’s pretty sure he’s red to his ears. Hopefully the other boy thinks it’s because of the weather and not because of anything else. 

He doesn’t follow up and just tosses more crumbs at the ducks. This time far enough that they race to the edge of the pond. They trip over each other and it’s a welcome distraction. 

The silence between them kind of puts Haruna on edge.

“ You’re a nice person Haruna. “

It’s not the first time he’s heard the pitcher say it. In fact he’s pretty sure compliments have always freely come from Mihahsi. This time however it sends a very real hum of happiness thrums through him. Probably because this isn’t a compliment from Nishiura’s pitcher- but from the guy he likes. 

His heart skips a beat at the thought. 

“ You’re a pretty good person too Mihashi. “

He’s riding so high on the compliment he almost misses the murmur that falls from Mihashi’s lips. He turns to look at him and finds his eyes to the ground. He’s so shy and cute Haruna wishes he could touch him. Instead he distracts himself with the crumbs. 

“ What? “

Mihashi squirms under the attention. 

“ R-Ren you can call me Ren. “

It shouldn't make him so happy. It shouldn’t make his heart soar. But it does and he’s so full that he might just say or do something embarrassing. He looks anywhere else but at this completely adorably awkward boy at his side. 

“ You can call me Motoki then. “

The protest that comes from the pitcher is equal parts cute and frustrating. Despite his resistance so far he can’t help grabbing him to stop the barrage of excuses. 

“ Miha- “ He has to stop to correct himself. “ I want you to Ren. “

Haruna is sure he’s going to remember the pretty color the other boy turns for the rest of his life. He doesn’t understand the noises he makes, nor his expression but when he gets the little nod. It feels like a win. 

He doesn’t realize he’s holding Mihashi’s hand until the younger boy looks down at their fingers. This time Haruna’s the one to blush. He immediately lets go and takes several steps back. Mihashi does a little half laugh that he quickly hides behind his crumb covered fingers.

It feels like… something. He can’t quite pin it down but the warmth in his chest spread through him and the cold winter day is a little less chilly. He can’t bring himself to look at Mihashi- no. Ren, he can’t bring himself to look at Ren. Mostly because he’s just so full of warmth he thinks it might spill out. It isn’t something he’s ready for or the other pitcher he’s sure. After all Ren for all of his kindness needs time to process his own feelings about Takaya. It’s something he himself can understand.

They stay at the pond long after their brown bags are empty and the ducks have swum off. They throw away their trash and make their separate ways all while Haruna avoids eye contact. He doesn’t get Ren’s phone number but he’s sure- later at a better time he will. 

He walks home alone and a hundred moments flicker through his head. Things he could have done, things he should have done and more than anything things that happened. He’s through his door when he realizes the familiar jealously hadn’t been directed at Mihashi but in fact at Takaya. 

He chuckles to himself and slides his gloves off. When his eyes catch the familiar groves and texture of his callouses he pauses. Ren’s hands are probably the same- if not rougher than his. A small shy smile plays across his lips. In fact, A fellow pitcher would probably think his hand feels pretty good.

[one-boring-person]

Distraction.

David (the Lost Boys) x reader (kind of - mostly all of them x reader, but specifically David.)

Warnings: blood imagery, depressive themes, death, alcohol and drug use (some)

Context: This is set in the same storyline as my previous Lost Boys oneshot, but takes place prior to that one. (Y/n) finds herself in need of a distraction after a hunt goes wrong, and the boys are only too happy to provide one.

I barely feel the cool ocean breeze around me as it blows past, my mind too preoccupied to care about the chills running up and down my arms, the shivering in my muscles going completely unnoticed beneath the confines of my thin leather jacket. In my ears, the low crashing of the waves against the sandy shore lulls me into a trance of sorts, my eyes not registering anything in front of me, instead replaying the images of the past couple of hours at a torturing frequency. A sour taste lingers in my throat and mouth, the metallic undertones only reminding me of the gore coating my arms and chest, the odours floating up from the clothes sticking to my body making me feel nauseous, even if I have smelt them many times before.

An uncomfortable stiffness encompasses my fingers and arms, the dried blood cracking as I finally move, even if it’s only a little, my body screaming at me to get up and pace around as I usually do; I unconsciously push these urges down as I subject myself to yet another barrage of disturbing images. Flashes of a tall figure bearing down on a cowering, whimpering child, agonized screams and gushing blood rush, uninvited, into my head, vivid images of my hand driving a stake through the cruel vampire's heart after it tries to tear my arm from my body swiftly following, the horrifying sensation of the limp, lifeless child's body in my arms accompanying the bitter grief in my mind. In despair, I drop my head to my chest, holding my knees tighter to my body as I fight the urge to cry, imagining the pure grief and sorrow the helpless mother of the victim will feel when she finds her son lying prone in an alleyway, his five-year old body mangled and stone cold. Shame wells up in me at my own cowardice, my heart-wrenching shock at my inability to save a life taking away the confidence in me to move him to a safer, more appropriate space.

Somewhere behind me, I hear the familiar roar of motorcycle engines on the boardwalk, a few cries of protest following them, though I know the drivers couldn’t care less. Their presence on the Boardwalk only serves to increase the weight on my heart, knowing that they’d be keen to know how my hunt turned out. It takes them a little while to figure out where I am, probably finding my abandoned motorbike against the railing near the steps first, only to then wonder where the hell I am in correlation to this. I start to count in my head, trying to calm myself a little before they inevitably find me, still struggling to concentrate on the numbers forming in my mind.

I get to eighty seven before a shout behind me snaps me from my thoughts, but I don’t turn, recognising the voice as Marko's, the younger vampire's voice laced with confusion. Four sets of heavy footsteps approach me, stopping a couple of metres away as I finally acknowledge them by lifting my head from my chest, waiting for them to start the exchange.

“(Y/n)?” Paul's usually cheerful voice is edged with the most worry I’ve ever heard before, the vampire probably itching to move forwards and talk to me face to face.

“The vampire is dead.” I report to them, monotonously, my own voice sounding strange to my ears.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Marko questions after a couple of minutes of silence, the news having sunk into them. Dwayne and David remain silent, the two of them more perceptive than the others, realising something went wrong in the process.

“Sure.” I respond, tightening my grip around my legs once more.

More silence follows, until I hear the sound of them coming closer, my body instinctively tensing when I realise they’ve sat in a line either side of me, David and Paul to my left, Dwayne and Marko to my right. None of them say anything for a moment, staying sat in surprisingly comfortable quiet whilst I try and get used to their proximity, confused as to their response – normally, the vampires couldn’t care less about me as long as I do my job, though they have shown more interest in my personal life as of late, sometimes even trying to hang out with me for an hour or two before I leave the Boardwalk. To say this weirded me out would be an understatement.

"Who's blood is that, (Y/n)? What happened to the kid?" David eventually asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet.

I turn to look at him in faint surprise at his words, unable to make out his expression in the dark, though I can tell from his tone that he is sincere.

Sighing, I reply;

"He was preying on the kid, a little five year old boy. I couldn't get there in time." My jaw clenches at the confession, still disgusted by my own inability, "How'd you know it was a kid?"

"Years of practice in telling the difference between adults and kids." Dwayne chips in, the rest agreeing with him quietly, choosing to remain silent, until David speaks again.

"And where are you injured?"

His question surprises me, being unaware of a wound myself, though his words do return my attention to the brief battle with the enemy vampire: he'd tried to attack me, only to latch onto my shoulder instead of my neck when I fail to get my arm up in time, still shocked from before. It was then that I'd shoved the stake as far into his black heart as possible.

At the memory, I become aware of the pain coursing through my shoulder, a wince escaping me, despite my better judgement, as I reach up to poke at it, feeling the torn hole in my clothes with trepidation.

"My shoulder." I finally reply, pulling my hand away from it so that I can find something to patch the injury up with. Noticing, the boys swiftly rummage in their pockets, Marko beating them to it as he hands me a strip of cloth - presumably a scarf from a previous victim.

"Here."

"Thanks." I say to him, giving him a brief, tense smile in the dark, knowing he'll see it, pulling my jacket off of my arm to reveal the injury. Awkwardly, I try to bandage it up, only to curse when I struggle to do so one handed,  a surprised gasp leaving me when Dwayne wordlessly leans forwards and takes the scarf from me, wrapping it deftly around the inflicted area.

"Thank you." I repeat, softly, slightly embarrassed at my predicament. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the vampire sniff at the blood that has come off on his hands, wiping it on his jeans with some hesitation when he notices me watching.

For a little while longer, we stay silent, relishing in each other's company as we sit and look out at the darkened horizon, the five of us somehow enjoying the moment of tranquillity between us. Paul is the first to start moving, the vampire fidgeting and shifting as he starts to get uncomfortable sitting in the sand, followed by Marko, then Dwayne, and finally David, who is the first to break the silence once more.

"Wanna come back with us for a bit?"

His offer catches me off guard, my head snapping around sceptically to look at him, though I still can't see him.

"Why?" I try to keep my voice from sounding too suspicious, but it is obvious in the undertones of the question.

"Might prove a decent distraction for the night." He responds, shrugging visibly for me to see, "We won't try anything, you have my word."

Normally, I'd turn him down in an instant, but after today, the sound of being with other people, even if they are technically my enemies, makes the decision for me, a sound of agreement leaving my lips before I can stop it.

Almost in unison, the vampires stand, David turning to me and offering me his leather-clad hand with an unfamiliar politeness, wriggling his fingers when I hesitate to take it, a low chuckle resonating in my ears from him at my reaction. Cautiously, I place my hand in his, barely feeling the sensation of the cool leather beneath my fingers and palm under all the dried gore already coating them, grunting slightly when the vampire swiftly pulls me upright, my free hand instinctively coming to rest against his chest as our resulting position is slightly too close for comfort, though, surprisingly, I feel a few butterflies flutter in my stomach at the proximity. Hastily, I remove myself from him, trying to ignore the blush creeping into my cheeks, looking away from him so he won't see it

"To the motorbikes!" Paul cheers, his characteristically cheerful persona returning as we make our way to the Boardwalk, his loud voice making me smile, almost out of affection. A jokingly exasperated noise floats up from the others, Marko moving around to give his friend a shove, giggling when Paul nearly faceplants the sandy beach beneath his feet. Immediately, the latter growls and moves to grab hold of the smaller vampire,the former shrieking in mock fear before running off, a chase ensuing as they race towards the emptying Boardwalk. A glance at my watch reveals the time to be close to half twelve, though it feels later oddly enough, my mind lethargic and tired even though I'm normally up much longer than I have been today - a "perk" of the job.

Upon reaching the concrete surface of the popular attraction, the three of us that are left head over to the motorbikes parked along the railing, mine a little way away from theirs - though I quickly bring the Triumph motorcycle in line with theirs - in order to wait for the less mature members of the group to catch up with us. Idly, I trace along the line of the handlebars, ignoring the odd looks from those passing by, my bloodied appearance probably quite disturbing to those who don't know me as a regular, my choice of company for the night even stranger to those who do.

"Finally." Dwayne murmurs suddenly, his sharper hearing picking out the approaching vampires amongst the thinning crowd, my eyes finding them a few seconds later, Paul's hair being hard to miss. Grinning, the two of them sidle up to their motorcycles, mounting them with almost sheepish smirks when they notice David and Dwayne's pointed stares, shooting me an apologetic look in response.

"Ready?" David inquires, raising an eyebrow at me when I kick the bike into gear, the engine roaring as a small smile creeps onto my face.

"Born ready."

Smirking at my response, David switches his own on, revving the engine before speeding off towards the steps, Dwayne, Paul and Marko following suit, maniacal laughs erupting from them as they nearly knock pedestrians off their feet. Taking a deep breath, I push up the accelerator, pursuing them at speed as we careen off of the Boardwalk and onto the beach, my tyres only just gripping the sand, the impact jolting me forwards a little, causing a spear of pain to lance through my shoulder. Ignoring it, I accelerate faster, a cry of exhilaration bursting from me at the sensation of the wind in my hair and on my bare skin, my troubles momentarily forgotten as I focus on keeping up with the gang's motorbikes - though I know mine can easily outrun their's on solid land, it's a different story on sand.

Calls of encouragement and ecstasy at the thrill mingle with the guttural growling of our engines as we hurtle across the beach, our headlights throwing odd shadows on the ground around us as we pass it, the vehicle beneath me fighting to break out of my grip, the vibrations throwing me around, somewhat violently, though this only adds to the adrenaline in my veins. Another shriek of joy leaves me, my inhibitions about the group forgotten as I receive a few equally proud replies, their voices giving me the confidence to stand in the saddle, enjoying the new position as I keep in line with the boys, Paul and Marko joining me as I pass them. Whooping, we continue on like that until we reach the end of the sand, returning to our seats as we enter the labyrinth-like underside of what I assume to be a decrepit pier.

Biting my lip, I focus on navigating the dark, misty space whilst still enjoying the thrill that accompanies it,  keeping what I believe are David's tail lights in view as much as possible, squinting a little as the wind stings my eyes. As always, my motorbike does not disappoint me, managing to take the twists and turns well enough, even if it is with a little complaint, prompting a brief shout of "Nice one!"  from somewhere to my left, a grin splitting my face at the compliment, even if it isn't aimed at me.

Eventually, the pier runs out, the boys leading me straight into a small strip of forest, their bikes popping off of a ridge ahead with ease, mine struggling slightly until I up the speed once more, cheering as I clear the ground by some metres. The impact nearly winds me; but I battle through it, concentrating on trying not to crash instead, following the roaring of the other's engines as they navigate the dark area, my headlights doing little to help. In seconds, we have cleared the forest and are thundering towards what I know to be Hudson's Bluff, the lighthouse beam just visible over the lip of the cliff. As it comes into view, the vampires slow down, braking at the very edge with abrupt skids, laughing when I manage to do the same without tossing myself over and into the black sea.

"We've arrived." David announces, his face half-cast in white light from the lighthouse, his features sharper and more defined than usual, his blonde hair dishevelled from the ride.

Cutting the engines, we wheel our bikes into the underbrush before returning to the cliff, the howling wind now registering on my skin as goosebumps start to form on my chilled flesh. Shivering, I pull my jacket tighter around me as I follow the others onto a treacherous path leading down the side of the cliff, the rock slippery and insecure underfoot, my boots slipping a little from my weight. As we emerge into what is their home, a low whistle escapes my lips at the sight, the now-lit braziers around the edge giving the rundown room a sinister appearance.

"Is this what happened to that old hotel? I did always wonder." I comment, taking in the messy yet quaint interior with some awe, the fountain in the centre drawing my attention first.

"It is. The world forgot it, so now it's ours." David replies, sounding somewhat surprised at my knowledge, the vampire joining me as I go to the structure in the middle. I trail a finger over the stonework, giving him an appreciative look as I do so.

"Fair enough, I'd do the same."

A pleased smile crosses his face briefly,  before he turns to the others, barking out a few orders at them.

"Paul, get us some joints, Marko, find some food somewhere, and some new clothes for (Y/n) to wear. Dwayne, do we have any alcohol? Hard alcohol, that is."

"I think so." The tall, dark haired vampire replies, quickly disappearing with the others to get what is needed. Meanwhile, David goes to a table in the corner, the surface littered with trinkets, most likely the possessions of their victims, rooting around for something. Upon finding it, he returns to me, revealing a pack of painkillers to me with a joking flourish, handing them to me with a small wink, which my body inadvertently reacts to. I smile gratefully at him, popping a couple out of their blister packaging and throwing them into my mouth, swallowing them down dry, as I'm used to doing when in bad situations.

"We've got alcohol!" Dwayne announces, a grin on his face as he holds up four bottles of whiskey, triumphantly, the amber liquid sloshing around in the glasscontainers. Coming over, he hands one to me, allowing me to open it and take a deep drink before showing me the potency of the liquid. As the fiery drink pours down my throat, a groan of satisfaction escapes me, the sound drawing smirks onto the vampires' faces.

A loud crash snaps our attention to the corner of the from, where Paul is currently juggling a stereo and five joints of what is probably the strongest cannabis he can find, the former item having fallen to the floor when he tripped over a stone on the floor. In seconds, he is back on his feet, approaching us and offering us all a joint, which we all accept, even if mine is with a little hesitation, the potent odour of the weed already strong in my nostrils. Lifting it to my lips, I take a drag, holding my breath for a few seconds, ignoring the slight burn in my lungs, before releasing it again in a cloud of heady smoke, following it up with another swig of whiskey.

"Easy there, (Y/n), you'll be off the walls in no time at that rate!" Marko calls from the other end of the room, holding what looks to be a deep box of sweets and chocolates, it being too late to get takeaway at this hour.

"Hey, I'm no lightweight!" I protest, though the buzz has, in fact, nearly set in already.

"We'll see." David murmurs to me, going to a wheelchair, where he sits and puts his leg over the side, giving off an indisputable air of confidence and dominance, smoking and drinking along with the rest of us.

The next few hours are a blur of fun and excitement, my time with the boys really helping me to forget what happened earlier in the night, my mind completely fogged over by the alcohol and drugs and sugar, the supply seemingly endless as we drink and smoke and eat the night away, none of them making an effort to stay sober, except David, who keeps an eye on all of us. I change into some different clothes as soon as possible, trying not to think about their origin as I do so, just happy to wear soemthing comfortable. At some point, the five of us dance together, at which time David finally leaves the wheelchair and moves with us, the older vampire spinning me around the room as easily as a professional might, his face completely lit up the entire time. As we finish, he throws me to Paul, who is waiting to catch me with open arms, all of us laughing uncontrollably when the two of us crash to the floor, the pain unnoticed by either of us.

As the alcohol starts to run out, we become slightly less active, our frantic movements and activities stopping as we go to rest, David in his chair, Dwayne, Paul, Marko and I lying on the edge of the fountain, basking in each other's company, though it is obvious that only two of us are still awake.

"Feel better now? Distracted enough?" David questions softly, voice hoarse from use, eyes finding mine with an odd amount of care in them.

"Much, thank you." I thank him, smiling at him as much as I can, though I am struggling to see him through the haze in my vision. The blonde vampire seems to return the gesture, his blue eyes focused entirely on me, clearly a lot more sober than the rest of us.

A yawn draws my attention to my fatigue, my energy dwindling as I fight to keep my eyelids open, rolling myself off of the stone ledge. Staggering, I try to stand, only to fall onto my ass when the blood rushes to my head, the room spinning slightly until I feel a hand on my shoulder, steadying me.

"Easy, you won't be able to go far like this." David's soft voice enters my ears, his concern palpable even in my inebriated state.

"I need to get home, my sister will worry..." My voice trails off as I try to push myself up again, falling into David's chest, awkwardly.

"You're in no fit state to drive, (Y/n)." The blonde vampire points out, "I'll take you."

"No...you'll never get back in time to avoid the sun..." I try to argue, a faint feeling of surprise rising in me at my own concern.

"I'll be fine." David reassures me, scooping me into his arms with ease, cradling my heated body against his frigid chest, the fabric of his jacket providing a comfortable headrest for me when I finally give in to my instincts. Looping my arms around his neck, I play around with the hair at the base of his head, relishing the feeling of the soft strands under my skin.

Carrying me outside, David swiftly finds my motorbike, somehow managing to get me onto it safely, my arms quickly finding themselves around his waist when he takes his place in front of me. In moments, he's figured out how to work the Triumph, speeding off along the road in the direction of my house at the highest it will go, making sure I'm not drifting off behind him as I try to focus on the pleasant smell of his jacket: motor oil, cologne, dust and blood.

Thankfully, we arrive home very quickly. David helps me up into my room, amused to find the front door unlocked when he tries it for the first time, mumbling something about security in the Murder Capital of the World. Removing my jacket and boots, the vampire manages to get me into bed, checking the wound on my shoulder quickly before he tucks me in. All the time, I am confused as to what is going on, completely unused to this softer side of the usually ruthless vampire, but not entirely sober enough to register the sincerity in the acts.

When he finally has me settled into bed, he remains seated beside me for a few minutes, making sure I'm ok, though he is surprised when I suddenly ask him a question.

"You ever killed a kid?" My voice is quiet, but I know he'll hear it.

"No, and I don't intend to." He confirms, unconsciously lifting a hand to brush hair out of my face, his icy touch making me shiver slightly as butterflies start in my stomach, the hypnotic traces lulling me to sleep. In minutes, I've fallen into a deep sleep, trusting David to refrain from trying to kill me in my most vulnerable time.

It is then that I realise something; I've learnt to trust them.

I've learnt to trust the Lost Boys, and something about that seems pretty ironic.