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klaus-littlestwolf · 2 years ago

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Modern Highschool!Klaus M.

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Warning:Smut Ahead-Daddy Kink, Loss of Virginity

She trashed the bloody paper towels and he quickly grabbed his bag from his locker before leading her out to the parking lot where his car was. His mother had gotten it for him for his 16th birthday as she had for all of his siblings and while it wasn't much it got him out of the house. 'What time will your parents kick me out?' He considered that, never having needed to know before but Elijah and Finn had plenty of girls stay over.

'They shouldn't. Elijah and Finn have had girls stay over tons of times,mom doesn't really care as long as we...never mind.' His face caught fire once again and she just grinned at him.

'As long as her sons use protection?' He nodded, pulling out of the school parking lot. 'No need to worry about that, I'm on the pill.' Klaus instantly tried to think of anything he possibly could to stop his cock which was instantly hardening. 'You know I'm teasing you, right?'

'Yep-Yes-Yeah...what do you want to eat?' His voice cracked as he asked her this and she smiled.

'Well, how about I stay the night? It's Friday, we can grab some snacks and soda, and have a movie night. It's been a while since I have been able to just hang out with someone without the pressure of James. Feel free to say 'no' of course, I don't just want to invite myself and-'

'No!' She looked startled by this and he instantly realized his mistake. 'I mean 'Yes'! Yes I would love for you to stay...it honestly sounds like fun.' They stopped at a grocery store and grabbed soda and a ton of snacks before going back to Klaus', deciding to just order some dinner.

'Wow. This place is really cool.' Y/n commented as she got inside and he immediately ushered her down the stairs to avoid his family. 'Woah!' She instantly began looking at all of the canvases and framed sketches that were hung everywhere. 'Klaus! You're even better than I thought, holy shit!' She was looking at a painting of the pond they have out back, he had done it while the flowers on the lily pads were blooming and it looked perfect. He wanted her to keep looking and complimenting his work but she was getting dangerously close to one he definitely didn't want her to see.

'Thank you, let's pick some movies to watch, hmm? We can decide what we want for dinner.' He was ushering her to the other side of the room where the couch was but she just smiled, continuing to look, seeing a canvas on the easel and moving around it to look. 'No! Please don't-'

'Woah.' He sighed, sitting on his bed and knowing his chance to even be her friend was over, she was going to find him painting her to be so creepy she would probably call the cops.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'

'Is this how you see me?' He was immediately confused. 'You make me look so beautiful.' She was shocked and he couldn't figure out why.

'You are beautiful...how else would I paint you?' Her cheeks were red as she walked back over to him, kissing his cheek before continuing over to the couch.

'How about some burgers? Cheese burgers sound great!' He grinned, practically vibrating with joy as he jumped up and moved to sit beside her on the couch, turning on the TV. Her lips were so soft, he could only imagine what they feel like wrapped around his-NO! Stop! If he didn't stop his thoughts he would end up jerking off in the bathroom all night.

'Burgers sound good to me. Movies?' They both spent a little while getting a good selection, deciding each other needs to watch certain movies they've neglected, Y/n forcing Klaus to watch The Breakfast Club and Klaus deciding Y/n needed to watch Sleepy Hollow. They watched hers first and when they got to Klaus' pick she ordered dinner, Klaus running up to get the door and paying for dinner, which he insisted he would pay for completely despite her arguing, only to run into Rebekah.

'You didn't offer to get me anything? Jerk! Why do you have so much food?' She wondered and he rolled his eyes.

'Y/n is here, we're gonna watch movies and hang out for the night. I'll get you something next time, I promise.' With that he shut the door behind him and walked back down the stairs, grabbing 2 sodas that he had put into his mini fridge before she started the movie.

Klaus found that he genuinely enjoyed her company and even if he never had a shot with her, he wanted to continue to be her friend and he thought she felt the same. That may be ruined however, if his mother coming down the steps has anything to say about it.

'Niklaus. Why did Rebekah have to tell me you had a girl over?' He went wide eyed and so did Y/n's.

'I'm sorry, I didn't even think to tell you...mom, this is Y/n. We were going to have a movie night.' He begged with his eyes as much as he could for her to leave and not embarrass him but the Gods were not on his side.

'Hello Mrs. Mikaelson, I'm Y/n. I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was here. It's a pleasure to meet you.' She jumped up and shook his mothers hand politely and he knew his mother loved her instantly, both Elijah's girlfriend Katherine and Finn's girlfriend Sage having absolutely no manners.

'Hello dear. It's nice to meet you too, Niklaus doesn't have friends over so he's never had to ask. I'll let it slide this once. Of course you're welcome here though. If you need anything you just let me know. Niklaus?' She gestured him over and stood at the bottom of the stairs. 'You'll tell me from now on-'

'I promise, just please go? She's just a friend mom, I swear.' She didn't look like she believed him. 'She's so far out of my league it's not funny.'

'But you like her?'

'I-mom, please just go?' She nodded, handing him something quickly.

'Just in case. You two have fun now, it was lovely to meet you Y/n!'

'It was a pleasure to meet you too, ma'am.' As his mother left he looked down and saw she had handed him a box of condoms and he jumped to hide them in his dresser. 'I like your mom. It's nice that she's aware and accepting enough to give you a box of condoms.' Klaus slammed the drawer shut, looking at her quickly. 'That's what it was, right?' She was looking at him expectantly and he didn't want to lie about it.

'Yes, she raised Elijah and Finn, and she's currently raising Kol, it's necessary unfortunately.' She just nodded as if she completely understood and he was grateful as he sat back down, getting under the blanket that was covering them.

'Do you really think I'm that special?' She asked suddenly and he didn't know how to respond. 'I mean, to tell your mother you think you're out of my league sounds insane to me. You're like, the smartest guy I've ever met, and you're incredibly talented on top of that! What league do you think you're out of because compared to you, I'm very boring.'

'You're kidding.' She shook her head. 'You're gorgeous!' She shrugged at that.

'At best I'm an 8, though I believe I'm average.'

'You're kind to everyone around you no matter who it is-'

'That's basic human decency and I'm sorry you haven't been shown it before.' He didn't like that she was talking down all her good qualities.

'You smell like what I think heaven must smell like-'

'I'll tell you the soap I use along with my perfume.'

'Would you stop that?! You-you make my heart stop every single time you look at me Y/n, I-'

'Nik. That's a very serious medical condition, I'm going to need you to see a cardiologist as soon as possible.' She was pissing him off and she knew it and before he knew it he was grabbing her and pulling her close, pressing his lips to hers hard. Her lips were just as soft as he imagined they would be as he molded his lips to hers, holding her face in his hands before he realized what he was doing, pulling back quickly.

'Oh god! I'm sorry! Y/n, I'm so-' he was cut off by her moving to kiss him again and he just relaxed into it now until she pushed forward and climbed into his lap, now straddling him and allowing him to feel the heat of her crotch right against his cock. 'Y/n! Stop!' She pulled away, shocked that he had yelled at her. 'You're upset about James, I'm sorry but I don't want to hurt you by-'

'James is infuriating! He's stupid and boorish and a bully! I was going to dump him next month after Valentine's Day...say what you want, a girl doesn't want to be alone for that but screw him!' He was confused and not quite sure what to do.

'You said you wanted to stay over because it would be nice to not have you be expected to do anything-'

'You expect nothing. You're so sweet Nik, I love that about you...I'm actually attracted to smart guys but most smart guys don't want dumb girls so I settled for James. It was nice for a while I guess but I'm relieved it's over...look, if you don't want this we can just watch movies, we don't have to-' he pulled her back to him and kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as she ground down against his crotch. His hands were on her hips which he was squeezing tightly, his thumbs teasing her skin just under her shirt but never pushing farther, not until she grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, moaning as he squeezed his hands as he's dreamt of 500 times by now. At that moment she pulled back, lifting her shirt over her head and allowing Klaus to see her red bra hiding her breasts from him and he wanted to rip it off desperately. 'Go ahead.'

His head snapped up and he saw her smiling at him, his cock was throbbing at this point and he was desperate to cum but he pushed the feeling away as hard as he could, reaching up and finding the latch on the bra, fumbling for just a moment before pulling it down her arms and revealing her chest to him. 'Holy shit!' She pulled him back in to kiss her again and he rolled her nipples between his fingers, though she seemed to have other plans. She pulled back from the kiss and guided his head down towards her chest where he happily accepted her nipple into his mouth, hand caressing the other one as he sucked on her tit roughly, eventually switching and loving her little moans. She squealed as he pulled at the bud between his teeth gently, all the while she was pulling at his hair. As she pulled particularly hard his hips flew up, thrusting against her and he gasped, arm wrapping around her waist tightly and holding her to him as he did it again.

'Fuck! God Nik!' She reached out, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside, his chest now pressing to her breasts as she connected their lips again, his hips grinding against hers.

'Is that good for you, love?' He asked, ensuring he wasn't just doing something that wasn't bringing her any sort of pleasure. He may not be an expert at this but he did want to make her feel good enough that she would want to do it again. As soon as he had said it she moaned like a whore, and since he hadn't just thrust against her he assumed it was the nickname she had said she loves. 'You liked that? What is it that gets you off, hmm? Angel? Princess? Babygirl?' Her fingers tightening in his hair as she choked on a groan. 'There we are. Are you Daddy's little Babygirl?'

'Yes! Yes Daddy!' His cock twitched in his pants and he was half convinced for a moment that he had cum all over himself. She was now grinding down onto him and the heat of her pussy even through all of their clothes, was driving him crazy.

'Such a good girl!' Y/n moaned, head falling into his neck and biting onto his shoulder as she continued grinding on him. 'Can Daddy take these off? Is that okay.' She nodded, whining as he flipped them over so she was laying out on the couch, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, followed by his own. Klaus lifted her legs and spread them enough that he could get between them, pulling the blanket up over them so that she wouldn't feel cold. 'So sweet, making those sounds for me, aren't you? Daddy's sweet little Princess.'

'You feel so good Daddy! Please?'

'Please what Babygirl?' She whimpered, lifting her hips to grind against his but he pulled back, denying her any friction as the sounds he was causing her to make gave him a level of confidence he had never experienced. 'Tell me what you want pretty girl.'

'Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Please?!' Nik growled, pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them god knows where, before yanking off his own boxer briefs. 'Holy fuck!' He froze, not knowing what he had done wrong but when he looked to her face he just saw her staring down at his cock.

'What? What's wrong?' He asked, instantly insecure but she just stared. 'Y/n!'

'I've never actually seen a cock as thick as yours! Fuck! I am definitely sucking your cock later.' He thought he could cum untouched if she kept talking. The idea that he was in any way better than the guy that had abused him for years, as well as that you wanted more than just this one time fuck could've made him howl with joy but he held it in, instead lining himself up with your entrance and feeling your wet pussy pressed against his cock for the first time, making his eyes roll back as he tried as hard as he could not to cum. Klaus pushed his way into you, seeing discomfort on your face and stopping.

'Are you alright gorgeous, I can-'

'Don't you dare stop!' His eyes widened but he did as she said, continuing to push forward until he was completely filling her where he froze. 'It's okay...move-'

'Give me a second, I...I've never done this, it's-' his face was red as possible in his embarrassment but she took his cheeks in her hands and forced him to look up.

'It's okay Nik, that's all you had to say. Take your time, we'll go slow.' He groaned just as she moved her hand and fixed his glasses that were askew on his face at this point. Something about her doing that turned him on even more, just being accepted by her in every way and not even caring that he had no experience at all.

'God, you're fucking perfect.' He breathed, pulling his hips back before pushing back into her body, his cock feeling like it was in the most delicious vice grip that's ever existed.

'I'm not-' he cut her off, hand around her throat and gently applying pressure.

'Don't. I say you're perfect Babygirl, so you're perfect...got it?' She nodded quickly, whining as he thrust up into her hard this time.

'Yes Daddy.'

'Oh Fuck!' He thrust up again now holding onto your thighs that wrapped around his waist, continuing to do that and not really going fast, just creating a good rhythm that didn't make him want to cum embarrassingly fast. 'So tight, such a good girl squeezing Daddy so good, you know that? My good girl.'

She whimpered. Whimpered for him. 'Stretch me out so good Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Fuck!'

'Yeah? You like Daddy's cock stretching this cute little pussy? So god damn soft and sweet for me...'

'Yes Daddy! You feel perfect! My Daddy loves knowing his cock is the best I've had, don't you?' His hands grip on your thighs tightened and you could feel the bruises forming as he lifted you up and sat back on his knees, supporting both your weight on him now as he thrust up into you. 'Holy Shit! My Daddy's strong too! Fuck! Gonna cum Daddy! Gonna cum!'

'Cum all over my cock, Babygirl. Let Daddy feel you squeezing me so tight.' He continued his pace until he felt her squeeze down hard on his cock the same time her grip got infinitely tighter. 'Oh shit! Oh shit, fuck!' She was squeezing him like a pulse, over and over again, tight but gentle and soft and perfect. It was unlike anything he could have imagined no matter how many times he jerked off, he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. Thrusting as deeply into her as he could he filled her up as much as possible, holding her body to him so tightly and refusing to let her go, eventually collapsing with her on his chest and pulling the blanket up over the both of them. Once he had finally calmed down enough he felt her nuzzling into his neck and kissing him there.

'You have a cute little freckle here.' He could hear how sleepy she was and he pet her hair, allowing her to begin to drift off before suddenly remembering something important, turning his head to look at the dresser. 'I'm on the pill, remember? It's okay.' He relaxed as she told him that, holding her to him and lifting her against him making her groan.

'Calm down Princess, bed time.' He pulled out of her and laid her body down in his bed, cleaning her off quickly and tracing his fingers over the bruises on her thighs.

'Feels nice Daddy.'

'Good, I'm glad...Daddy always wants you covered in my marks.' He teased, cleaning himself off and sliding a pair of boxers onto them both before crawling into the bed, not passing up the chance to be able to feel her breasts pressed against his skin all night. 'Sleep Y/n, my precious girl. Daddy's here.' He wrapped them up tightly and drifted off with his dream girl exactly where he always wanted her.

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masonmyluv · 1 year ago

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Part 6

A/N: things are getting interesting 🙈 Also thank you for the support 🫶🏼

Warnings: cursing, fighting, grinding

The grades were posted

We did amazing 🤩

You ignored his texts as you got ready to go clubbing. Maybe he was right, you should go out more and meet new guys. You've been single since forever. You picked your most sexy dress, did your make up. You didn't even feel bad for the unfinished homework that you left on your desk. Fuck it, you're not introverted.

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"Not possible" Fermin gasped.

"What?" Gavi asked. "Y/N. She's here" he said, his eyes following you around the club. "Don't do something stupid" Gavi warned. "I'm not" Fermin said, but he was determined to talk to you one way or another.

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You were currently at the bar, ordering a new drink when a slimy guy appeared next to you. "Hello beautiful" he slurred. "Don't ignore me sweetheart, I can make you feel really good" he said, his arm touching yours. "Get the fuck away from her" you turned around, surprised to see Fermin dressed in a plain black t-shirt and white pants. He was looking hotter than ever. "I said get away from her" Fermin said, pushing the guy away. "Alright man. If you're the desperate for some pussy" he groaned, moving on to the next girl at the bar.

"I don't need you" you said when Fermin turned to look at you. "You're wearing that dress expecting guys to not try to have their way with you" Fermin spat. "I don't need your protection, López" you said. "And I definitely don't want to argue with you right now" you added, pushing past him into the mass of people. "Fuck what's this girl doing to me?" Fermin asked himself, before catching your hand and pulling you back against. Your back against his chest, his hand on your hip. "Let me go" you hissed. "Can't. Half these guys want to fuck you" he said, wrapping an arm protectively around you. "Are you one of those?" you sighed, already fed up with the situation. "I'd rather take you on a date, sweetheart" he whispered into your ear. He wasn't going to let you go soon, so you tried to tease him. You started moving your hips on his crotch to the rhythm. "What are you doing?" He hissed, growing hard underneath you. "Dancing" you simply replied. He groaned, his breath hitting your neck. "Stop" he whispered pleadingly, but you continued to move your hips. "Naughty little—" he smirked, but was interrupted by one of his mates. "Hey Fermin, we're calling it a night. Coming?" You took the opportunity to slip away from his arms to go to the bathroom. Maybe he would just leave the club.

When you emerged from the bathroom, he was there. Waiting for you like a gentleman, trying not yo let his eyes wonder on your body. It didn't feel right to do that. "I wish you left" you said. "I wish you didn't say that" he chuckled sadly. "Listen Fermin—". "I'm sorry okay? I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have said those things and I definitely don't mean them" he said. You shrieked, Fermin turning around just in time to block the guy that was hitting on you earlier from hitting him. "The fuck is your problem?" Fermin asked, dodging him away. "If I'm not getting her pussy, no one will" the guy slurred, attempting to punch Fermin again, but he was held by some other guys. "Fermin, let's just go" you whispered, pulling him away from the altercation. His heart broke hearing you sound almost defeated, so he lead you to his car.

"You okay?" He asked when you were in his car. "Just wanna go home" you mumbled, not daring to look at him. He nodded, not asking any more questions. You thought about how he acted in the club, he was protective, yes, but he did it because he cared about you. And you cared about him too. He parked in front of your building, accompanying you to the front door of your flat. "Thank you for tonight" you said quietly. "Y/N—". "I don't want to be alone tonight" you said, hugging him. "I don't know if it's alright for me to stay" he said truthfully. "It is. I'm sorry that we argued, I just—". "No, it's my fault. I like that you're introverted, it's not a bad thing, I like that you are a perfectionist, that may be a bad thing sometimes though, I like everything about you" he said, lifting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. "I like you, Y/N. Like a lot" he chuckled. "But I don't know if I'm good for you" he whispered, his eyes almost looking teary. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean all that. I appreciate you for what you did in football and you're not spoiled, actually you're really humble. And I like you too" you said. "And you're good for me, Fermin. I don't know if I am good for you" you whispered. "Of course you are" he smiled kindly, hugging you. "We should change into something more comfortable, what do you say?" He asked. "I agree. These heels are killing me" you whined and he chuckled.

"I can sleep on the couch" he suggested, after you changed into a hoodie and leggings and craved some friend chicken, so Fermin ordered it for you. "Do you have training in the morning?" You asked. "Yeah. I have to go home, take my things" he said, stealing a chip from you. "Hey! Didn't all players have strict diets?" You asked. "I'll run two more laps for that, but it was worth it" Fermin shrugged. Then both of your phone pinged with a text from... "Gavi? What does he want?" Fermin asked. "And how does he have your number?". "We exchanged them when he took me home. Said he wants to sign my t-shirt asap" you chuckled. "What's yours saying?" You asked. "Don't fuck it up, bro 😡😤🔫"

"Mine says don't forgive him that easily 😇" you read. "I should take that advice though" you said teasingly. "Oh so now it's you two against me? Perfect" he chuckled.

"Are you sure you have everything? I can bring an extra pillow" you said. "It's fine, Y/N. We live in Barcelona, is warm enough" Fermin said. "Okay... but if you're cold, just wake me up" you said, hugging him. You weren't sure if after the confession thing, you were still friends or something else. So you just kept hugging him, hopeful that it wasn't too weird. On the other hand, Fermin was thinking the same. What were the two of you now? Friends? Lovers? But he didn't want to ask that question now. It's been a long night and you both needed sleep. "Goodnight" you said, pulling away from the hug. "Goodnight. I'll leave early in the morning" he said, getting under the covers as you made your way to your bedroom.

Hope you like it 🥰

#fermin lopez #football imagine #fermin lopez marin #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez fluff

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hatakemrs · 1 year ago

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"Enchanted"

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader: Based on the song "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift.

Part 1: You Belong With Me

Warnings: Use of cuss words.

Gojo stood there as his girlfriend swore at him, he couldn't complain though. After all he's the one who said they should break up but it didn't matter now because he was going to make things right.

Suguru was the first to receive this good news. He was happy for his friend but warned him not to do anything stupid and blow up things with you.

On the other hand you made it your mission to avoid 'Gojo Satoru' . You started spending more time with the first years and it bothered Gojo.

"Don't you think Y/n is spending more time with the first years than with us?", Gojo pouted thinking it's been so long since you two had a proper conversation.

" It's your fault Satoru", Shoko gave him glare.

"You even stopped me from telling her about your breakup. What are you planning?", both Shoko and Geto raised their eyebrows at him.

" You'll see", Gojo just gave them a smug smile.

It was Shoko's idea to throw a party in her dorm. Yaga-sensei was out of town that day and she wasn't going to miss this chance.

Your classmates and the first years were invited to it. Honestly you weren't in the mood to attend a party but to your misfortune Shoko dragged you into it.

You noticed a certain white-haired guy was missing from the party. "He must be with his girlfriend", you thought sadly.

You were just forcing laughs and faking smiles at this moment but it all vanished when he arrived. He wore a simple black t-shirt and black joggers but still managed to steal your breath away.

" Yo", he waved hand at your direction as he talked towards you.

"Soooo how have you been?", Gojo tried to pass the sentence as a confident one but the underlying awkwardness was visible.

You snorted, " We see each other every day what type of question is that?"

"No but you have been avoiding me and I don't know what you've been upto these days", Your expressions changed and Gojo wished he hadn't been so straightforward with his words.

" Well- I-", you started but Gojo blurt out something.

"I broke up", as soon as he said that-

"SHIT SHIT THIS ISN'T GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN AT ALL. MISSION ABORT", Gojo panicked internally.

That took you by surprise, " Oh I'm sorry to hear that. You okay?", genuine concern flashed in your eyes.

"O-oh yeah- yeah. We didn't quite work out", Gojo fumbled looking in your eyes. He wondered all the time his six eyes missed this glimpse of love in your eyes while talking to him. He is so stupid.

When you went back into your room the clock marked 2am and you couldn't help but think about Gojo.

You walked back and forth in your room, a feeling of guilt took over you for feeling happy at the news. You shouldn't be enjoying this, Gojo had just ended his relationship, but to your misery you couldn't help but feel a little giddy inside.

Few weeks passed by, you and Haibara were planning to throw Nanami a secret birthday party. When you pitched the idea to Shoko, she has other plans in mind.

"We should have this party at a club!", she said with utter excitement.

" Nope. We definitely are not going to do that", you shaked your head firmly.

"Oh we definitely will."

The next thing you know was that you and others were dragged by Shoko to a club.

You didn't even want to ask where did she get all those fake ids.

Nanami definitely hated to be at this party but he didn't say anything as he saw the others were enjoying themselves.

"Sorry you have to spend your birthday at a place you hate", you took a seat beside Nanami.

"It's not like I had any other choice", he sighed while you laughed at his expression, unaware that those six-eyes captured your every movement.

Gojo wondered was this how you felt when he was in relationship? Hell you must have felt a lot worse.

" You should take your chance before someone else swoops her away", Suguru added more fuel to the fire.

"Oh Nanami would never try anything with her", it sounded like Gojo wanted to convince himself more than Suguru.

" You sure about that?", The raven haired pointed at his classmate and his junior.

Gojo turned his head to see, NANAMI IS LAUGHING?

That's a sight one can rarely see.

But isn't he the one who should be laughing at your jokes? Or making you smile like that?

Suguru saw a chance and slipped Gojo a shot.

Almost automatically he drank it. One shot. Two shot. Three. Four. Five. Until his cheeks turned the shade of red.

Gojo, then went to do something unexpected.

He stood on a table and-

"Y/N, I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING"

"Who the fuck let him drink!?", Your intuition warned you something embarrassing was about to happen.

" Oh this is going to be interesting ", a devilish grin appeared on Shoko's face.

" PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE~

PLEASE DON'T HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOU~"

"Is he singing the lyrics to Enchanted?", Shoko howled with laughter.

" He definitely is", your emotions were somewhere in between embarrassment and happiness.

Needless to say all of you were thrown out of the club and Gojo fell asleep so Suguru had to carry him.

"Best birthday ever", Nanami gave the already asleep scocerer a glare.

The next day Gojo woke up in Suguru's dorm with a severe headache.

" Morning princess, It's time to wake uppp~", Suguru sang, he couldn't wait until Satoru remembers what he did last night.

Suguru handed him a hangover drink.

"Do you remember anything from last night?", this is going to fun.

" No? Did I do something?", Gojo was way too casual. Suguru couldn't let the golden opportunity slip so he took out his phone and showed him the video he recorded last night.

It took Gojo 2 seconds before he could register what exactly happened in the video and when he did he wished the ground would swallow him right then.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME? OH NO HOW CAN I FACE Y/N NOW?", it was funny to see how red his face had turned.

"In our defense you told us "You'll see" when Shoko asked about your plans. If this was your plan then it was pretty shit", Suguru put his hands up in defense.

Gojo groaned and put his head in his hands. He would rather die than face you now.

Gojo left Suguru's room quietly in the hope of not running into you but universe had other plans that day.

He was walking down the hall when he ran into you.

"Oh", you both said in unison.

Satoru rubbed the back of his head not knowing what to say, " Hey...?" God that was awkward.

"Gojo we need to talk", there it comes, the moment he wanted to avoid.

" Listen Y/n I'm so sorry about last night. I know that this is not what you want to hear after the shit I pulled there but-", Gojo paused and then,

"-but Y/n, I want you to know that it's you. It's always been you. I was stupid enough to date someone I don't even like because I didn't know how to express my feelings for you. I know I'm not in a position to ask it but Y/n, would you give me a chance to prove my love for you?", He was speaking so fast that you didn't even had the time to register it properly.

It took you solid 5 seconds to process what he had just said.

"I-Its alright if you don't want me as your boyfriend I understand-", Gojo mistook your silence for rejection.

" No- Satoru - wait- I love you too idiot ", Satoru gave you the biggest smile.

" Y/n can i kiss you?", his blue eyes reflected anticipation.

"Yes", it sounded like a whisper but that was all he needed to hear.

His lips meets yours, his hand holding your chin and your hand his in hair. It was a soft, delicate kiss but you swear the world disappeared for a moment.

" Eww get a room you two", Shoko gave you a disgusted look.

"Shoko how long have you been standing there!", You shouted at her , ears turning red.

" Guess we will never know "

Satoru then walked you to your room and gave a a final kiss before leaving. As he was about to leave you called him

"Satoru!", he turned his head.

" I was enchanted to meet you", you watched his face turning a bright shade of red. You were never going to let him live this moment down.

A/n: Here's the part 2:) Hope you liked it and Take care <3.

Taglist: @pandoraium @kanzamii @yihona-san06

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greenerteacups · 3 months ago

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I mean... I kinda do blame Hagrid a bit? Like I love him but.... there's no way his classes would be approved for the children's health and safety. Not that Hogwarts itself would be in general, but Hagrid's COMC classes were definitely questionable, even for wizarding standards... so yeah, as much as Buckbeak didn't deserve to die, Hagrid also shouldn't have introduced such a dangerous animal to a group of third years without proper safety measures in place. My father, too, would be hearing about it if I was in that class! 😆

Yeah, I feel you, but there's also genre to contend with. The level of appropriate/acceptable danger in the wizarding world is already noticeably higher than it is in ours, so I debate whether or not to apply my own expectations for child safety and welfare to a class that's essentially about studying dangerous magical creatures. Like, students at Hogwarts suffer worse injuries than Draco's all the time — the mandrake scream could stun kids for hours, Lockhart's detentions involved a ton of pixie bites, flying lessons in general, QUIDDITCH, dueling club, blast-ended skrewts, Moody practicing Unforgivables on children (also potentially a breach of the rules but we never see consequences for it), et cetera, et cetera. At a certain point, we have to say that while all of this would be wildly inappropriate for a real children's school, the magical world is just built diff. We can't say that Hagrid is uniquely irresponsible without also indicting most of the other teachers for at one point or another doing something that could put students in harm's way. Which is part of what makes Malfoy's targeting of Hagrid so mean-spirited.

There's also the fact that Hagrid explicitly laid out a safety protocol for how to approach the hippogriffs, which Draco knowingly and willfully broke. The hippogriffs didn't respond well to Neville, either, but Neville backed off when he was told to, so he didn't get injured. Meanwhile, Draco ignores Hagrid's advice and tries to touch a wild and dangerous animal when he's been told not to. It's like a teacher at the petting zoo saying "don't put your hand in the goats enclosure" and then a kid shoving his hand in anyway, and then being surprisedpikachu.jpg when he gets bitten. So while I agree it's Hagrid's job not to let his students get hurt, I think the problem is more that Hagrid (having not worked as an educator) doesn't realize how dumb and/or stubborn children can be, and how "don't touch this thing, it will hurt you badly if you do" scans to some kids as "touchy touchy!"

But like, that's an argument for why Hagrid isn't qualified for the job in general. He's giving these kids creatures well above grade-level because he can handle them, and he has no idea how to rate a thirteen-year-old's abilities against his own (he didn't finish Hogwarts himself). So there's a problem of his inability to judge what would be an appropriate level of danger to expose a thirteen-year-old to, knowing, as teachers must know, that there's a chance kids won't follow the protocols you set down and may end up hurting themselves in the attempt. Which is a fair criticism to make of a first-term teacher who isn't paying a lot of attention to standardized curricula. And like, we know that Lucius Malfoy isn't doing this out of concern for the wellbeing of the student population of Hogwarts, or even out of concern for the wellbeing of his son, who the text suggests is milking his injury for clout well after it heals; he's doing this as a vengeful, petty power play to get his son's least favorite teacher kicked out of school, and Draco is doing it because he was embarrassed in front of his peers. So while Hagrid probably bears some of the blame for Malfoy's injury, his punishment for the whole thing reeks of fish.

#greenteacup asks #dumbledore in POA suggests that buckbeak is 'innocent'#in a line where he compares him to sirius #and i was always curious whether he meant that in the general sense that buckbeak is a wild animal #and hence shouldn't be blamed for attacking someone because That's What Wild Animals Do #or if he's making a thicker claim about buckbeak having been provoked into attacking malfoy #and hence not bearing the responsibility for what happened #dumbledore is obviously overfond of hagrid to the point of favoritism imo #because (i think) he feels guilt over hagrid's expulsion and his inability to do better for hagrid at the time #and — wait hang on a second. i need to make another post urgently.

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thatmarvelobsessedteen · 6 months ago

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Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader'scousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 17

"Shit I'm stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

Frustrated that I'd taken so long to figure it out I bring the heel of my hand to my forehead repeatedly until Roxy stopped me confused.

"Yes I know, we know, but why is it this time?"

I pout, it all made sense and I'd ruined it, stupid as always.

"He was flirting, Roxanne! Fred, last year when I told him 'make me' when he told me to shut up, he leaned in to kiss me and i punched his gut."

For further info Fred was an club mate of Roxanne from judo, we'd met when I tried judo for a while and it's safe to say I used to be head over heels for the guy. Red head, protective and funny a bit much of a geek and freak... exactly my type

"That's why he'd say good girl when we were training! He was making innuendos and I would just smile and hug him...why?! I liked him, I should've done something"

Roxy blinked for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"That was a year ago, how the fuck do you notice it just now?!"

"I don't know, I liked the guy, you know I go stupid when I like the guy..."

"Yeah but my god, was he really that forward and you just what? Said 'aw thanks you're a nice guy too' each time he called you a good girl!"

Roxanne was almost crying at this point, which was apparently all she needed for her wings to poof away.

"Yeah? Maybe? I'm sorry... I'm pitiful"

"You most definitely are, also why was I never informed of all those things?"

I shrugged keeping my eyes down, my face burning up with embarrassment. All the others were looking, I really shouldn't have just blurted that out.

"Yup she's like that all the time, I'm telling you there's no boredom around that girl! Really...now you've got the actual tea!"

Thinking Roxanne was speaking to someone of the inner circle I wanted to melt and disappear from embarrassment, which didn't actually work but it did poof away my own wing...God knows if I'll ever get them back or even how!

But looking up I saw Roxy wasn't speaking to any of the fae in the room but to small little tendrils and ghost-like shadow, chatting like they were her new best friends.

"I've been replaced by shadows...now that's depressing"

I probably didn't seem quite affected though, I mostly thought it was cool that Roxy could speak with them we'd get real good tea thanks to that and top tier info!

Turning to face Azriel the only other person that can speak to shadows and decide to take my revenge for the hair pulling.

"Maybe that's why you ain't got no friends other than these two!"

Noticing I'd turned my back to the beautiful creature I had obsessed over, when he was only words on paper, I turned again to face Cassian.

Only now that no one's fighting or freaking out, including myself, I can finally take a good look.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #acotar x you #azriel x oc #cassian #cassian acotar #cassian x oc #cassian x reader

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sukoshininja · 3 months ago

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Emotional Rollercoaster

"Can you at least pretend that you want to be here?"

Keith looked up to the towering rollercoaster that loomed above them.

Lance and Pidge nearly shrieked with delight when they saw it. It seemed...childish.

Be he supposed that checked. Places like this, you were supposed to come here as a kid. And then be reminded of that childlike joy every time you came back.

But this was Keith's first time here. Or any amusement park really. He didn't have the luxury to see it through the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the long lines, wrinkled his nose at the body odor the hot summer day had enhanced, walked out of the restroom resolved to "just hold it," dropped his jaw at the criminal prices of fucking water, and nearly had a heart attack when observing questionable engineering.

He swore this deathtrap of a park was held together by corporate greed and baseless faith.

There was a certain amount of trust kids held for things that they didn't understand yet. Kinda like it was a magic, a magic they would learn when they got older. Keith had stopped believing in magic long before the kids his age did. And as an adult, he could confirm that there was nothing magical about the world at all. Keith had a decent understanding of physics, and the burden of knowledge did nothing to ease his skepticism. He knew all about things like cause and effect, stress and torque.

And he knew this place was just one unfortunate death away from closing down forever. And based on how those bolts rattled, that tragedy was overdue.

"I'm not getting on that," he said firmly, digging in his heels as he pried Lance's grip off his wrist from where he had been pulling him forward excitedly.

He didn't want any of them to ride that obviously hastily assembled monster of shuddering metal named something like Blackhole, or Deathwish, or Final Destination.

He knew his own fear would be ridiculed. But the fear he extended to his club members? He wasn't even sure they counted as friends. Just the people he spent some time around after class. If they knew the extent of his anxieties he would be laughed out of the park. He definitely would be known around club as the guy who was afraid of fun.

Thus, he was doing his best to play it off as disinterested boredom best he could through his clenched teeth and pounding heart rate. His neck and shoulders were so carrying so much tension.

"Dude, it's like you're allergic to a good time!"

"We just ate," he reminded the group. "Don't come complaining to me after you lose your most expensive meal of the month."

Keith swore Lance's whole body rolled with his blue eyes.

"He's got a point," Pidge said, adjusting their glasses as they peered up at the coaster's corkscrews and loops.

"Yeah, sorry man, I'm with Keith on this one," Hunk admitted.

"Not you too! Where is your sense of adventure?" Lance looked as if he had discovered them kicking puppies. What a drama queen.

Hunk apparently thought the dramatics were a little over the top too, based on the side eye he leveled at Lance. "See, I made a vow to never place myself in a situation where I might come into contact with Lance vomit ever again."

"That was one time!" He was waving his arms now.

"Yeah, and if you can't hold your liquor you shouldn't have gone so hard," Pidge admonished. "Come on, let's go ride the ferris wheel. We can hit this one after. The line's kinda long anyway."

"The ferris wheel?" Lance repeated, incredulous. "That's for kids!"

"And digesting stomachs," Hunk affirmed.

The ferris wheel. Keith thought he might be able to do that. Maybe. He knew he had to at least ride one ride. It didn't look too high. They'd all survive if the whole thing collapsed. Probably.

His anxiety began to escalate as they drew closer in line. By the time they were a row away from the front of the line his stomach was doing somersaults. He hated how his body had learned to give him physical symptoms when he tried to push his fear away for too long. He just had to keep it cool for a little longer.

When they were next in line Keith had to hide the shaking of his hands by balling them up and stuffing them in the front pocket of his hoodie. His jaw was clenched so tight he wondered if it was possible to break a tooth like that. He hoped the hot summer sun would explain away the cold sweats. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. It was just a fucking kid's ride.

He was starting to disassociate when Hunk pushed Lance away from his seat, citing something about mopping as Pidge slid forward into place after him. The two floated away together, laughing. Keith kept his head down as he boarded first, knowing that if he let them all go first he might never get on. He kept his eyes locked on the bar that was lowered across them after Lance took his place beside him, blocking his exit.

And then they began to rise.

And rise.

Oh shit this was gonna be worse than he thought.

"Hey you good, man?"

Keith's mouth felt dry as he tried to form a deflection. But his tongue felt heavy, useless and too big for his mouth. He settled for a dismissive wave, his white-knuckle grip returning as soon as the gesture was done.

"You're like, really sweaty. Here, take off that hoodie, you're gonna get heatstroke," Lance reached forward.

"Don't!" Keith yelped, louder than he meant to.

Lance looked startled.

Keith lowered his voice, doing what he could to keep the edge of panic out of his growling voice. "Don't touch me."

Lance, bless him, looked on confused, hands fluttering at his sides, caught between the urge of wanting to help and respecting Keith's boundaries. Of course, Lance was such a physical person that to him 'helping' equated to 'touching' in some way.

Lance settled on clasping his hands together, as if to keep tabs on them so they wouldn't wander off according to his nature. "You seriously don't look good. Listen, if you puke, I won't breathe a word to the others."

Keith almost believed him.

"Just stop looking at me, it makes it worse."

Lances eyes immediately snapped forward. But he still shot quick concerned glances over when he forgot himself.

"Is it height?" he asked quietly.

"Huh?" Keith's vision was swimming. He squeezed his eyes shut, but somehow the darkness in conjunction with the slow rising movement made everything worse.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"I--might," Keith confessed as he leaned forward and leaned his forehead on the so-called lap-bar.

"Why didn't you say something?" It was probably just the weird way sounds warped around him when he was this on edge, but it sounded like Lance was hurt.

Why didn't he say something? Why did he even come at all?

Because for the first time Keith was actually getting comfortable with people. He wanted that connection just as much as he was scared of it. Even if it felt like he was an outsider just tagging along.

It was stupid. It was all stupid.

A tremor started in his diaphragm and rocked its way up to his throat. A dry heave.

"Shit. Shit! What do I do. Keith! Tell me how to help you. Shit!"

Keith didn't think he'd ever heard Lance swear before. He was too bright, too creative, to lean on something so unoriginal.

Keith waited for the latest wave to finish rocking his body before he stuttered out, " Can you, like...put your hand on my head?"

Oh, gods this was pathetic. He was pathetic.

But a featherlight touch let him know that Lance didn't see it that way.

"Like this?"

"Harder."

Lance obliged.

"Yeah, like that. Like--"

Like Dad.

When he was young and got scared his father would place a comforting hand on his head. To let him know that Dad was there. That Dad wouldn't let anything happen to him. Because Dad was big and strong and nothing could hurt him. Until it did.

He was full on sobbing now.

He felt Lance begin to pull away and Keith scrambled, placing his clammy hand on Lance's warm one and pinning him there.

Lance did not move after that.

Eventually, Keith was able to breathe again.

But the subsiding waves gave room for a cold dread to creep into his chest. He really fucked this up. Lance would stop talking to him. Pidge and Hunk too, once Lance had told them about it. He would never be able to show his face at club again. Forever the fuck-up. Maybe he was just not meant to be around other people. As if there was something so fundamentally wrong with him that he would never be able to fit in.

And somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was going to happen eventually, it always did. He had just hoped that it would be different this time. He was older, already had experience on what not to do, on how to be perceived as normal. But pretending can only last so long before he was bound to slip up sooner of later.

Lance was pulling away, and Keith realized their ride had come to an end. He pulled up his hood and mussed his bangs into his face, doing his best to hide his flushed cheeks and red eyes.

"Hurry up!" Pidge called, waiting for them impatiently. "They're going to close the line for Interdimensional Shift soon!"

And that was his cue to leave. Not like he could embarrass himself more than he already did. Might as well cut his losses and bail now. At least he wouldn't have to see their sniggering faces as Lance relayed what a loser he was.

He began to turn away, but his baggy hoodie seemed to be caught on something. That something turned out to Lance's thumb and pointer finger.

"Nah, I'm so over that. I'm gonna get me so overpriced cotton candy. You coming Keith?"

Lance wasn't pushing him away?

Something stirred in Keith's chest. Something small and delicate. Something like hope. Maybe trusting people didn't always have to hurt. Maybe it was possible for a messed up guy like him to have a friend.

Friend was a strong word.

But this was a start.

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the-firebird69 · 10 months ago

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Harley Davidson X440 Real experience after delivery&accessories #harleyd...

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We're going to print yet other stuff to say this

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years ago

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just for the night . ten

"It wasn't real. Until suddenly, it was."

Genre: fakedating!, fluff, pining, enemies to lovers sorta

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"Ugh. Fight me."

"You wish," Ten smirks back at you in that obnoxious way of his and you swear you'd like to throw a brick at him.

It's Monday evening and raining. The warmth from Baro Baro Bakery is the only thing that's keeping your fingers from falling off altogether, and you honestly would not have been in such a bad mood, if it hadn't been for your insufferably cocky co-worker.

You focus on organizing the buns along the countertop, making sure that they are all aligned and well displayed while trying to ignore the dark-haired man leaning against the storage door, "don't you have anything better to do?"

"Better than watching you organize your buns? I don't think so."

"Do you really enjoy being here?"

"Couldn't have imagined a better way to spend my Monday," his smirk widens into a grin.

"I'm not coming with you."

He has the audacity of throwing you a look full of innocence, "I didn't say anything."

"But that's what you came here for isn't it?" you scowl back.

He pouts then, breaking all semblance of nonchalance as he holds up his clasped hands in an attempt to beg, "a night is all I ask. Please."

"We barely know each other, even less support each other's presence. This is recipe for disaster," you lean back, slide the counter door closed before looking over at him, "what do I even get from this arrangement?"

"This body as your boyfriend, and free food," he quickly adds when he sees you're about as murderous as chucking him out of the bakery altogether, "and my parents don't care who, trust me. They won't even notice."

Your scowl could've murdered him, "Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the only option I have. The other girls will use this to their advantage--"

"Wow Ten," you let out an exasperated chuckle, "way to make me feel special."

"Well you shouldn't have asked--"

"If we do that, you'll cover my shifts for the next two months," you interrupt before he can retort back, "and give me all your free coupons that you get."

"Uh last time I checked I'm supposed to work up to thirty-five hours--"

"Do we agree or not?"

In the end, he had no choice but to comply to whatever ordeal you'd asked of him and you briefly wonder how bad are his parents for him to be so desperate. It isn't like Ten to ask for favours, especially not those that concern being his fake date for his cousin's wedding. According to Ten, his parents had been badgering him for ages to get himself a date or else they'd present him to someone else altogether -- someone fitting -- and fearing that they'd push him into the arms of whatever businessmen's daughter they could find, Ten had called for help out of desperation.

To say that the situation was out of hand is definitely an understatement. It's not that you don't know Ten. You do, having gotten acquainted during the last year of university when you'd decided to join the dance club, only to find that the said cocky asshole in question was actually talented, more so than others.

You're not quite sure yourself how you'd gotten such a bad first impression of Ten Lee. To be honest, nothing major had sparked fireworks between you, apart from the fact that you spent the first hour of dance class being picked apart and mocked for your lack of dancing skill.

"No, you're doing it all wrong. It's this way."

"A little higher. You need more power in your muscles."

"Do it again. No, not like that--"

It had been torture. It hadn't been fun anymore. And you'd already made up your mind to run away. Nevermind that you loved dancing in your free time. You found dancing in your bedroom much more peaceful and satisfying.

Alas, it seemed like the universe loathed youe plans for every time you tried escaping, you'd manage to bump into Ten himself. Needless to say that he dragged you to class whether it was against your will or not.

"I really don't think I want to continue--"

"Why not?" He'd raised an amused brow, "scared?"

"No, it's just--"

"Just what?"

That had done it. Never in your whole life had you been so determined to prove this little shit wrong. And so you stayed.

Now though, as you comb through your wardrobe in search of something to wear, it becomes increasingly apparent how bad of an idea this is.

The wedding is a monumental event in the Lee family. The celebrations last for three whole days, three whole evenings of family dinners and having to put on airs for people he doesn't actually like. But he does it, because of his unwavering loyalty to his family name and if not that, his grandmother, whom you learnt -- a few days before the wedding -- had been the mother figure he'd leaned upon his entire life.

"So you're telling me that nobody really matters, apart from your grandma whom I should impress?" you ask him one evening at Baro Baro as you're busy stacking the rest of the baked goods away in the storage area, "well, that doesn't put any pressure at all. Thanks for that."

"My grandma is...special. She doesn't usually speak much, so we never know what she might be thinking," Ten answers, "so I wouldn't advise you to say anything you don't mean."

"And yet, you're straight-up lying to her face?" is what you ask with a raised brow.

He has the decency to flush, "that's different."

"She wants you to get married?"

"Who doesn't?" he snorts, "practically everyone in my family is begging me to at this point, ever since Anong announced her marriage."

"What a tough life you have," you say dryly, cackling when he tosses the cleaning rag at your head, "I'm curious though...why me?"

"C'mon Y/N, use your head a little. Why you, of all people?"

"Even with logic that doesn't make sense Ten," you cast him a scowl, "so please, do enlighten me."

"For starters, you're not my type--"

Ouch. Well that didn't hurt at all. You scowl.

"--and there's no way I'm yours--"

"Damn right about that," you grumble out, reaching into the room behind the said young man to make a grab for the broom.

He follows you around the counter as you start sweeping at the floor, "--second, you have no attachments to me or my family, so that shouldn't be a problem when we have to break-up. Third, none of my family actually knows you, so we can practically make things up."

"You're a fucking walking cliché, Ten Lee."

"Wha--I am not a cliché."

"This is literally what romance novels write about."

"Are you saying I'm a romantic?" he grins at you, eyes sparkling in mischief and you grunt, shoving him out of the way in favour of finishing up your work. In all honesty, your bed sounds pretty damn tempting.

"You wish."

You've never really assisted at a wedding before -- the ones you went to as a child don't count -- so to say that you're not bothered at all would be a lie because admittedly, you're really quite curious about how this whole thing plays out.

"A wedding?" Your mother's stare is piercing, eyes boring holes into your skull. You, on the other hand, force yourself to keep gulping down your toast, "whose wedding is it?"

"Someone's cousin."

"And why are you invited?"

You try not to choke on your toast, coughing and quickly downing it with some scalding coffee that burns your tongue, "uhm--I--well, this-- my friend. It's my friend's cousin and he asked all of us to go."

"Who's this friend of yours?"

"Oh you don't know him, he's--" your mind panics, trying to scramble for any kind of information you know from your supposed boyfriend, "he's part of the dance crew I go practice with."

Your mother doesn't seem convinced, but doesn't push further and for that, you're grateful.

"We probably should go over the basics," Ten says as he walks you to the subway station after the night time shift. Part of you wonders whether he has another job, a stable income, or whether he's judt trying to figure out life, like you.

"Like how we met?" Your nose crinkles in distaste.

"We don't have to change all the facts. We met during dance class, and--and we staeted working on a piece together. For a competition."

"We'd have to make up an imaginary competition to prove it to them."

"Ah shit, you're right. Uhm, how about...we were working on something for...uh..." he's struggling and you would've mocked him if you weren't in the same boat.

"End of year performance," you shrug when he sends you a look, "it's not like we'll last till the end of the year. We're breaking up after three days."

"Yeah yeah, that works. Okay so, couple dance. And bam, we fell in love. I fell for your--uh--"

The way he glances over you makes your jaw roll. Does he really have to make it obvious that you're not his type? As if you're not aware of that already.

"Let's say I fell for your amazing sense of sarcasm."

You're not certain why it hurts, hearing it from him. But you brush it aside quickly, not wanting to dwell on it too much.

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend," you snort.

"No. Don't and can't are too different things. In my case, I just don't want it."

"Yeah, because no one wants you," you mutter, before continuing in a louder voice, "and I fell for your sense of humour. Let's leave it at that."

"Deal."

"You owe me. Big time."

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A few days later finds you decked in one of your sister's dresses, biting your lip nervously as you take in your reflection in the mirror. It's a simple one; black with a boat neckline that shows off your shoulders, curving along your chest, waist, all the way to your mid-thigh. One might think that it's a little too plain for such a thing as a wedding, but it's not like you'll be the center of attention. On the contrary, you wish to blend in with the background and if the dress helps, then so be it.

The doorbell ringing jolts you out of your small reverie. Casting one last look at your reflection, you sling your purse of your shoulder before wobbling your way down the stairs only to find your mother already opening the door.

Terror washes through you. Shit, you think to yourself as you quickly scramble the rest of the way down just in time for the door to reveal Ten's face.

"Hello! I don't believe we've met before!" your mother cooes in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers that makes you want to push her into the kitchen and away from the said young man, "you're Y/N's friend?"

"Indeed I am," Ten's lips curve into a smile as he bows slightly, "it's nice to meet you."

"Well if I knew that Y/N had such a handsome friend, I would've invited you over sooner!"

He laughs, "we actually work together so we're--"

And that's when his eyes find you.

There's surprise. Then shock, mixed in with something you can't quite decipher as he takes you in, your dress, down to the heels adorning your feet.

"What?" you half-bark at him, tearing your own gaze away to fidget with your purse when in truth, you just don't want to gawk at how handsome he is in his suit and tie.

"You clean up well," is what he replies, that same old infuriating smirk dancing across his lips and if you had imagined his shock a few seconds earlier, it's all replaced by his usual playful banter.

"Shut up--ow!" you recoil as your mother whacks the back of your head, "where are your manners, Y/N? Is this the way to talk to someone who's inviting you out?"

"Sorry," you don't mean it though, your scowl deepening as you notice Ten's face lighting with a devilish grin, "and stop smiling like that, it's fucking creepy."

"Apologies your highness," he bows in mock salute, before motioning toqards his car, "shall we?"

It doesn't occur to you that you're actually doing this, actually going to fake date for Ten Lee's sake, until you're sitting in his car and glancing at his side prpfile every now and then. It seems that Ten is just as wary, for he doesn't tease you as he normally does, for once actually allowing the silence to speak in his stead.

"Hey," his voice brings you back to reality. You blink at him, catching sight of the slight curl of his lips, "you look like you're about to shit your pants."

"Well maybe it didn't occur to you, but I don't particularly like lying to people," you reply snarkily.

"Who says we're lying, baby?" And with that, he makes a grab for your hand, intertwines your fingers together, and brings it up to press a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You can't help but flush slightly, though you don't dare rip your hand out for fear of his driving skills.

"See?" He continues, dropping your still-entangled hands in his lap as hr turns a corner, "not that hard to fool people if you keep blushing like that."

"Oh fuck off," you really hope he can't hear how loudly your heart is beating.

He doesn't drop your hand until he has to park the car, swinging his entire arm back and giving you a glimpse of his collarbones peeking out of his shirt as he does so. You avert your eyes adamantly, cursing inwardly at yourself to just calm the fuck down.

Dim fairy lights illuminate the path up to the hotel venue where the celebration is taking place. Beautiful victorian pillars adorn the entrance that cascades with light flooding from the chandelier above. All around hanging from the ceiling are an assortment of potted plants, vines twirling down with such majestic beauty that it makes your breath away.

"How much did you say your family spent on this?" You croak out as you walk past the reception area in your wobbly heels. Ten, as if sensing your hesitances, places a hand on the small of your back, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

It's not unpleasant. Though it is strange, to have the warmth of his palm close to your skin.

"I don't even want to remind myself," he answers as he guides you down the white marble steps leading to a pavillon billowing with white trails.

People are already chatting by the makeshift stands adorned with the same vines, probably waiting for the said bride and groom themselves to appear. Ten leads you over to a pair of women, one older and sporting grey hair, the other looking like a younger version of herself, and you do not miss the way they glance at each other with smiles that suggest they're falling straight into your trap.

"Ma," it's when Ten calls her name that you manage a forced smile on your face, "grandma. How are you?"

"Chittaphon," His grandma is quick to embrace him, his mother following close behind.

"Hey grandma, this is Y/N. Y/N," Ten motions towards the said woman, "my grandma."

"Lovely to meet you," your throat feels dry athow intensely she seems to be studying you.

"And is this the girl you've been telling me about all this time?" His mother asks.

"Ma," Ten whines out, though the permanent grin on his face says otherwise, "you don't have to call me out like that."

"Oh as if she doesn't know," his mother retorts and without warning, makes a grab for your hands as she smiles up at you, "it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N. Ten's been telling me all about you from the moment you started dancing together."

"Oh did he?" You relish in Ten's sudden embarrassment as he is quick to splutter out, "that's not true!"

"Totally is," his mother replies, "and what a fine couple you make. When can I expect the grandkids? I'm not going to be there forever you know!"

"Ma!"

Ten's face is practically fire engine red at this point and though you should technically feel just as embarrassed, you can't help but cackle at his face. Cute.

No! Your mind screams out, no way.

But you don't have time to ponder over the new flurry of feelings when the wedding march starts blasting through the entire room and in a bout of panic, Ten's arm shoots out to drag you in the seat beside him, just behind his family.

He leans over, mouth barely brushing over your ear, "just a warning; my mother will probably ask you to ask me to propose." He shoots you a piercing glower, "don't you dare say anything."

"Aw, but she's just looking out for her son," you wriggle your eyebrows, loving the sudden turn of events, "wasn't aware that you'e already introduced me to your family before asking me out. How cute."

"Shu--"

"Chittaphon!"

A loud hush from his mother is enough for Ten to close his mouth, opting to throw you a scowl instead as you cackle silently. It seems that you've won...for now.

The ceremony is, undoubtly, beautiful and everything that a woman would ever want and you can't help but get caught up with emotion at the speech delivered by the grrom, a knot forming in your throat at the way he looks down at his soon-to-be wife like she's the most precious thing on this earth.

A brief thought crosses your mind; will there be anyone that will look at you like this?

Claps erupting through the pavillon makes you blink back to reality only to see the newlyweds walk by with brilliant smiles. Congratulations are thrown about in-between peals of laughter and, feeling Ten's hand weave through yours, allow him to tug you to the outer steps where everyone is gathered.

"What's happening?" You ask Ten in a murmur.

His lips quirk up, "oh best part, doll. Just wait," before he cocks his head towards the bride.

You turn towards the said beaming woman, bouquet clasped to her chest and before you know it, she's thrown it in the air with a whoop as the crowd gasps.

And it lands. Right in your arms.

Shocked, you drop it, scramble to pick it back up as cheers erupt through the crowd like an excited buzz.

"Congrats!"

"Oh my god, you're next!"

Ten's mother appears, beaming as she says, "so you will be next, I knew it!"

"Oh, uh--well, I'm not quite sure--" your words are interrupted by Ten's cousin rushing in to offer you his congratulations, "what an honour, Y/N! You have my blessing!"

It's so overwhelming that you freeze on the spot, unable to process that information until Ten manages to pull you away from the crowd around the corner of the pavillon, where you manage to catch your breath.

"Jesus," you can feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, voice breathless, "what was that all about?"

"Like I said, they really want me to get married," Ten shrugs, "you catching the bouquet doesn't help by the way."

"Well what was I supposed to do?" You glare down at the flowers as if hoping they'd combust if you glared hard enough, "give them back?"

He laughs at that, and surprises you by reaching over to push your hair away from your face before grabbing hold of your hand for the nth time that evening.

"Come on," his grin is wide, reaches his eyes and makes your stomach flip over, "let's not miss out on dinner. They have amazing sushi here."

True to his word, Ten is right about the sushi, for it all but melts in your mouth in a mixture of bold flavours that explode on your tongue. Even the main course -- either the option of a steak, grilled fish or beautifully cooked lentil burger for the vegans -- cannot compare to those tiny rolls of delight that make your mouth water with every bite.

Your table, despite being filled with his family, makes you feel at ease. They welcome you with huge smiles and friendly pats on the shoulder, before engaging you in conversation that makes your heart all warm and giddy. It doesn't matter that Ten doesn't love you as he should, you've never felt so comfortable with a group of people that should have picked your every flaw apart like vultures.

Instead though, they ask you about your own family, about where you grew up and what you want to be. His mother doesn't hesitate to pile up your plate when she notices it's empty, his uncle ready to pour wine the moment you're done with your glass. His cousins all fawn over you, telling you stories about Ten's childhood and his inability to make friends back when he was still young and wasn't accustomed to the country.

"He used to be so shy and reserved. I don't know what happened to him afterwards," one of the younger girls says with a snort, "he used to have girls over all the time."

"Wha--really now?" You can't help but raise a brow at Ten, who's in mid-action of grabbing some pork slices to add to his rice mountain.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"Apparently, your reputation precedes you."

"That's--stop feeding her lies!" He bursts out, half in annoyance and half in embarrassment as said cousins fall into peals of laughter, "you were always so fun to tease, Ten."

"Don't make me tell your mother about your secret night dates with that guy from your science class," he points an accusatory fork across the table.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

It's funny to see Ten in such an environment, away from your usual surroundings and from the way his eyes glow and the way his entire face crinkles up when he laughs, it seems that this night means more to him than he makes it out to be.

He catches you staring during the groom's speech after the dinner is cleared, and raises a brow in question before leaning closer, "you're drooling, doll. Speak up." He smirks.

You shove his shoulder with a scowl, "you're actually tolerable when you're not trying to be a know-it-all."

"Funny, I could say the same for you."

"Wow, nice comeback."

"See, you were doing so well up till now. One might even think you're in love with me."

The speed at which your cheeks colour deep red is instantaneous and you look away, hoping that he wouldn't see past the hair falling across your cheek.

But Ten is faster, leaning over his chair to catch a glimpse of your face, "aw," he coos at you, "you're blushing."

"Fuck you."

"Right now?"

The image is so vivid in your head that you can't help but swallow thickly, forcing your eyes to the happy couple feeding each other wedding cake as you grovel out, "you wish."

As if on cue and thankfully saving the tension building between the two of you, another round of applause fills the room as the newlywed couple makes their way to the dance floor. You focus your gaze on the pair, try hard not to let yourself cringe at the heat of the young man's eyes intense on yours.

And it's easier that way, to ignore the sensation of butterflies fluttering through your ribcage wih feelings you can't quite place into words.

You're glad when one of Ten's aunts drag him away to introduce him to some other family friends, leaning back with a soft sigh as you relish the quiet moment of peace. Because a little bit more and something would've shifted in the air between you, something dangerous. Something you cannot quite look in the eye yet.

And that something, in retrospect, is a mistake.

---

"Care for a dance?"

A few hours later finds you in the courtyard overlooking the lush green plains surrounding the villa, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleassnt hum of circadas and the gentle brush of the night breeze tingling the back of your neck.

It's where Ten finds you, on the bench amidst the foilage, high heels discarded at your feet while humming along to the distant beats coming from the dance floor.

You look up in surprise, eyes flitting to his extended hand to his face, "I'm not much of a dancer."

"You're literally in my dance crew, Y/N."

"Well, maybe I just don't feel like dancing today."

You'd hope that he wouldn't push further and just get back to the party. But as insistent as he is, you shouldn't have been surprised when he makes a grab for your wrist, pull you up as his other arm quickly cages you against his chest.

"We can dance here, no problem," he grins down at you, that same grin that makes your heart soften at the edges, "plus, you can't go to a wedding and not dance or you'll get seven years of bad luck."

"You just made that up."

"I just did," his grin turns bashful, "but hey, you're dancing aren't you?"

As much as you don't wish to give him the satisfaction, his smile is infectious. Soon, you find your own mouth curling up at the edges, "have I already told you how insufferable you are?"

"More times than I can count."

"It's not a compliment."

He bursts into laughter and you chuckle, shaking your head as he tugs you even closer as if on instinct, "you really are something, aren't you?"

You blink, "are you complimenting me?"

He wriggles his brows but doesn't answer, causing you to pinch his shoulder, "ow!" He jumps at the contact, a pout forming on his lips, "what was that for?!"

"For being an ass," you mutter while leaning into his shoulder and effectively hiding your embarrassment. In all honesty, Ten has been nothing but the best tonight and it's nothing but your pride that is holding you back from admitting such a thing.

That maybe Ten Lee isn't all that bad.

Oh come off it, your brain screams at you. He's been tormenting you all these years. One single night doesn't change anything.

You're so wrapped up trying to come up with a plausible excuse about Ten Lee that surprise jolts through you upon feeling the weight of his cheek pressing against the side of your head. His hand, initially at your wrist, brings it up to settle upon his shoulder before his other hand joins itd pair around your waist.

He'a humming, the softest tune of the music under his breath that makes you feel all tingly and giddy from goosebumps suddenly eroding across your skin. As much as you hate to admit it, being in his arms had never felt so...good.

Clearing your throat, you bite down on your lower lip as your cheek rests against his shoulder, "this is nice," you can't help but admit grudgingly, "you're not so bad of a partner."

He chuckles, "you're just saying that because it's cold and I'm warm."

You grimace, "I was trying to be nice."

A comfortable silence settles over you as a thought starts nagging at your subconscious. One that you cannot help to voice out after some time.

"You know," you murmur, "we don't have to pretend when nobody's around."

There's a pause. Then, he says:

"I know."

But he doesn't loosen his hold. Nor do you step away. And in the silence, there's some kind of understanding that blooms. It's warm, and crackling with a heat that sends liquid warmth down to your stomach.

Still, you stay in his arms, trying -- and failing -- not to enjoy the moment.

At some point, you're reminded of the wedding party still ongoing and reluctantly pull away when Ten suggests that maybe you shouldn't absent yourselves for so long. Though you have to admit to yourself that you're slightly disappointed as you walk back into the big hall, hanging a few paces back when he runs into some other family of his so as not to disturb their little reunion.

A pat on your shoulder causes you to turn to the source, only to find none other than the bride beaming at you.

"Hi!" She waves for good measure, a dimple on her left cheek, "I'm so glad you could make it, honestly. Y/N right?"

"Thank you for inviting me," you smile back, eyes unwillingly finding Ten's figure twirling a child in his arms on the dance floor. Cute. "Your wedding is lovely."

"Trust me, it was anything but lovely," she sends you a pointed look, "anyway, I'm glad I got to meet you now. Ten has been raving about you for so long that we started thinking you didn't even exist!"

Oh. Now that's interesting. You try to keep a poker face on, "raving about me? Are we talking about the same Ten here?" You try to joke.

"Please Y/N, that boy is whipped for you. If you knew how highly he spoke of you all the time, you'd marry him in a heartbeat."

Your chest tightens. You bite down on your lower lip, not sure how to respond to such a praise when in truth it's the furthest thing from the truth.

"And I have to say," the bride continues, not noticing your silence, "that I've never seen Ten so happy. I don't know what you're doing, but I think you're doing it really well--"

"What is Y/N doing really well?"

You don't have time to turn when sudden arms lace around your waist, a chin dropping upon your shoulder as you stiffen on impulse.

Ten, meanwhile, seems completely at ease pressing you to his chest, ignoring the pointed stare you're throwing his way.

Something jittery flutters in your stomach.

"None of your business," his cousin sticks out her tongue playfully, "we were having girl talk. Right Y/N?"

"Y-Yeah," and then, in a soft mutter that only Ten can hear, "what the fudge are you doing?!"

"Hugging you," you don't have to look at him to know that his smirk is there.

"Anyway, I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," she winks at you, before throwing her cousin a dirty look, "make sure you get a ring on her finger soon. She's a keeper."

You make sure she's out of earshot, then proceed to elbow Ten in the stomach. He grunts, letting you go so that you can turn to throw him a scowl.

"What the fuck was that about?"

Hurt flickers through his face, but you go on nevertheless, "and don't tell me that was for your cousin. That was clearly unecessary."

"Chill babe," he holds up his hands in surrender, "just playing the part, is all."

"Well maybe you should've asked me before doing stuff like that."

"You were fine with me holding you earlier," Ten answers, a frown furrowing his brows, "so I thought that was fine too--"

"You don't get to decide that."

"Okay okay," his frown deepens, emotion swirling in his brown orbs as he lowers his hand, "fine. Sorry I did that, and--"

"And what's all this about you being crazy over me?" It seems like a dam has suddenly flooded through you, all sense of self restraint thrown out of the window as the words slip out like the sharp sting of knives, "your cousin thinks we're in love with each other! And she--she thinks there's a chance we might get married and-- what the actual fuck Ten, have you been lying to them all this time?"

Ten's mouth opens. Then closes. He opens it once more, only to fall short in the silence that prevails.

And as if this couldn't get any worse, a familiar soprano rings through the air, slicing through with an icy coldness.

"What is going on?"

You turn, and sure enough, terror rips through your chest as you spot none other than Ten's grandmother standing before you.

Oh shit.

----

You're not really sure what happened that night. After his grandmother found you screaming your head off at her grandson, she'd asked him for a private chat and before you knew it, Ten's mother had bundled you up in a taxi, smiling apologetically as if she knew about your little plan gone to wreck all along.

You hadn't seen Ten since, nor have you heard from him. A few days after the incident had you caving in to send him a simple text to ask whether he was okay, only to receive nothing in return.

Today marks a week and he hasn't turned up for work either.

You're not sure how you should feel about the whole ordeal, for it is true that he'd lied to his family, yourself, and had made a complete mess out of things. He should be reaping what he sowed.

And yet, part of you wistfully wondered whether the way he'd spoken to you, held you that night, had been built on a lie. His touch had been gentle, tender, almost affectionate.

And you find, to your utmost horror, that you don't mind it.

That night, you don't get a wink of sleep.

Maybe he's guilty and embarrassed by what he's done, and trying to disappear off the face of the earth, which means ignoring you completely. Although, since you had taken part in his whole masquerade, weren't you technically allowed to know whether he wasn't losing his mind, at least?

Your mind keeps on turning and sifting over everything that had occurred between the two of you that night, so focused on remembering how his arms had felt around your waist that you don't even realise there's a presence at the counter until they speak.

"Y/N."

You jump, a yelp dying at the back of your throat when you whirl around only to see the said young man, decked in a light blue hoodie and white-washed jeans.

Ten.

Your heart flips. There's a brief thought of panic; you wonder if you ook dishevelled.

Oh come on, Y/N. Who cares?

"Ten," your voice comes out as a weak murmur and you feel like slapping yourself for sounding like a wanton maid. Clearing your throat, you straighten, "thanks for ignoring me. Thought you got shipped to another country."

"Sorry, I was busy sorting out...stuff," he has the decency to look embarrassed for once, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he lookd around in an attempt to find a distraction.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you don't bother answering. Instead, you lower your eyes to the till, hands clenching into fists at your sides.

When Ten speaks again, it's a very soft-spoken proposition.

`"Look, I...I'm really sorry. About the lies, about everything really. I...there's no excuse and--" he stumbles over his words, pauses, starts again, "I'm really sorry, Y/N."

Your eyes flutter up to his then, and the amount of emotion swirling through his eyes makes your chest pinch with sympathy, throat tightening with emotion.

"Why?" You finally manage to croak out, "why the lies, Ten?"

A pause where he chews on his bottom lip, the silence ringing through your ears as awkwardness settles in the air.

"I was being stupid," he breathes it out, a broken echo of a murmur, "I thought that convincing my family beforehand would make it justifiable and I didn't realise until it was too late that I actually--actually like you, see you that way and...and next thing I know you're on my arm with that pretty dress and looking like everything I've ever wanted. And I'm sorry if I got carried away with it. I know you didn't like me that way and I--I wanted to at least have this night to daydream about what it would actually be like," he swallows thickly, takes another shaky breath, "to be with you."

You take in his words in silence, shocked at first at what he'd meant. And it isn't just about what he'd said but how he'd said it that resonates with you and makes your heart suddenly cartwheel in your chest.

The more you replay his words, the more it becomes clearer to you; standing in front of you, for a moment, isn't just Ten the boy who always finds faults, who always mocks you for everything that you are, but just Ten, the boy who got your heart beating like crazy when you danced together, the boy who flirted with you throughout thr wedding and who, without shame, is spilling out his hesrt for you take or break however you like.

He's probably anxious about the thoughts running through your brain and doesn't waste time to say, "I don't want anything out of this Y/N. Do with it whatever you like, but you deserved an explanation, at least."

Still, you open your mouth, only for nothing to come out.

"That's all I wanted to say," he turns away slightly, eyes quickly finding yours before dropping away, "I won't bother you again. Sorry."

And you watch as he turns his back and strides for the door, heartbeat suddenly roaring through your ears, blood pulsing along your brain as a knot coils in your stomach.

He's leaving, and he's going to leave without giving you the chance to even say something back, to give him an answer to his sudden confession.

You don't wait.

Your feet jolt forward and you barely realize you've called his name until he turns, just in time for you to hook your fingers onto his shirt and tug him in close enough that your noses brush.

The sight makes your breath stutter. You take a shaky inhale, feeling Ten's own body stiffen slightly, before he lets out a soft breath of his own.

Time stops on its axis, a pocket of infinity carved out for you and him as you softly allow your lips to press against his.

Warmth blooms, spreads through your limbs. Ten's gasp is silent, dying at the back of his throat.

Pulling back slightly, your teeth find purchase on you bottom lip as your orbs flit up to his in fear of what you'd find there.

Only to find nothing but deep, naked affection.

Your own breath staggers. Chest tightens, goosebumps blossom along your skin.

Ten holds your eyes as a silent question hangs in the air and after what seems like eternity, you open your mouth only for his hand to slip up to your cheek, cupping it in his palm before pulling you in.

He kisses you.

Fireworks ignite behind your lids. He tilts your head and you comply without much effort, quickly surrending to the way his lips move against yours, a rythm that drowns out the entire universe altogether. Your chests press together as one of his hands grips your waist, fingers pressing into the small of your back through your shirt, and a gasp falls from your mouth.

He swallows it up, mouth slotting against yours intimately as your hands find their way up his shoulders to wrap around his neck. He grunts softly as you kiss back, sighing into the kiss once your fingers card through his hair and doesn't hesitate to part your lips with his tongue to kiss you longer, harder. Deeper.

It's overwhelming, exciting. You can't get over how good it feels, about how good this feels.

You don't realise that he's backed you up to the counter until the cool wooden surface presses against your back, and as your lips part in distraction, Ten doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your frame to haul you up before stepping between your legs.

"Ten!" You can't help but gasp at his boldness, but he only grins back, that same crooked smile you'd glimpsed of the night of the wedding.

"What?" He murmurs, breathless, nose skimming down to your neck and nuzzling the skin there. Liquid warmth pools to your core as you shiver, flushing upon feeling his fingers slipping underneath your shirt to rest on your naked skin.

His eyes are dark, intense with emotion as they lock on yours. Tilting his head and nose brushing yours once more, he doesn't hesitate to land another chaste kiss. And another. And another. Until your head is spinning. Until all you can feel, see, smell, is Ten. And Ten alone.

And when he leans in for another kiss, tongue dancing with yours, you welcome him with open arms, a small whimper muffled into the kiss.

Ten's chest rumbles before he presses againts you, and the contact makes you whine out his name in breathless stupor, a sound that causes him to smile into the kiss.

You part for air after some time, chest heaving as you lean back. The young man takes this as his chance though, lips finding their way to your jaw and presses a string of kisses right up to your ear.

It makes your toes curl in delight, even more so when he murmurs out, "I wish I could've done that sooner."

Bright red spots of colour bursts across your cheeks and your body squirms in reaction, trying to turn your head away as embarrassment rushes in, "well maybe if you weren't such a dick, you--"

You inhale sharply as his lips cage in the sensitive skin at your neck, a slow bite causing a whimper to fall from your mouth,

"T-Ten--" you try to stammer out, only to fall short with another strained gasp when he slowly starts suckling on the said patch of skin.

Your body jolts, hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair to pull him closer. You feel, at the back of your mind, the slow sensual caress of his fingers up your spine to trace the underside of your bra. You can't stop yourself from melting in his touch, head falling back to give him whatever he wants and the satisfied growl that leaves him makes your heart giddy, your stomach knot up deliciously.

It's only when he finally halts his attack and draws his mouth away that the realization hits you; you're making out with Ten Lee, in Baro Baro Bakery, and loving every second of it.

He must feel you stiffening in his arms, for his head tilts to the side in hopes of catching your gaze. And when he does, you blink at the rosy blush littering his cheeks.

"What is it?" He whispers, unconsciously stroking up and down your naked spine.

You shiver in his hold, though you lean into him as if it's second nature, "nothing," you mutter into his neck, "it's just weird."

"Weird?" He laughs.

"Yeah," you pull back slightly, "it's weird to think that just a week ago I could barely look at you without wishing to slap your face."

He scowls momentarily and you can't help but giggle, "don't look at me like that. It's true."

"Yeah maybe for you," he mutters, loud enough that it reaches your ears.

That causes your eyebrow to perk up curiously, "oh? Care to elaborate? Are you confessing something here?"

"Y/N, I literally just confessed to you."

"And I seem to have short term memory," your grin widens, loving how flustered you seem to make him with all those poignant assumptions, "are you blushing?"

"You are," he retorts hotly.

"Look at yourself, honey--"

Ten yanks you forward, chest pressing against yours and lips hovering over your own. His eyes are dark, stormy with self-restraint and that's enough to shut you up.

You swallow thickly as the corner of his lips curl up, teasing, "I could say the same for you. You're all talk until I make you speechless, aren't you?"

"Don't use my words against me."

Chuckling, Ten proceeds to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, "I'm not, doll. I'm teasing you."

Heat springs through the back of your neck and you try piecing words together to distract yourself from how close he is.

"So, uhm--" you stammer out, hating how his grin widens at your struggle, "you said something about liking me?"

"I did. And I recall you telling me you did too."

"I never said such a thing."

"Right. Yeah. You were too busy snogging my face off--" Ten's words cut off in mid-laugh while he catches your arm aiming to slap his shoulder, "oh god, you're so fun to mess around with."

"Fuck off, Ten!"

His laughter just increases tenfold and it's so catchy that you join in, grinning as you push away some of his hair away from his eyes, "you're an idiot," is what you declare.

His grin is so wide it's almost blinding, "am I yours, though?"

"If you want to be."

He moves so close he can kiss you if he tilts his head, "I want to," he whispers.

A smile breaks across your face and before you know it, your arms wind around his neck once more before you bring him down into a kiss.

----

“So you’re actually together?”

That is the first thing that bursts out of Ten’s mother’s mouth as her eyes dart between you and the said young man as if she can’t quite believe it herself. Your hands, clenched until white in your lap, are starting to sweat underneath the pressure of her gaze. It’s not that you fear her, quite the contrary, you’ve no doubt she’s an amazing mother with kind gentle eyes and never having raised her voice all her life at her children. But from the impression that you’d left that night at the wedding, there’s a very little chance that Ten’s mother actually wants to accept you back with open arms.

“Yes,” Ten’s hand slide into yours for good measure, breaking your fingers away as he keeps his gaze on his mother’s, “we didn’t start on a good foot, and I did ask her to accompany me because I — because I didn’t want you to worry. But whatever I said about likingY/N— this part is true.”

Silence descends as his mother’s eyes flicker from his face, to yours, then back to him. It’s clear that she’s confused. Heck, you would be too if your son suddenly turns up to say that he’s finally going out with his fake date after having caused a ruckus. Maybe she doesn’t want to trust you anymore. Maybe she’s already started finding someone else for Ten, someone more suitable, someone who doesn’t lie in the first place.

But all those thoughts fly straight out of the window the moment her face breaks into a grin too wide to be faked.

“Finally!” She claps her hands together in childish glee, her eyes crinkling up into half-moons, “I’m so happy for you! Wait till Grandma knows this! Oh Ten, I knew there must’ve been something more all along!” There's no way this could have been all fake."

Your head ducks shyly at her reaction, “I’m really sorry about that night,” you murmur out, eyes quickly straining to the edge of the table.

"As long as Ten is happy and you both are finally together for real,” his mother beams, “that’s all that matters, hm?”

You swear you could’ve hugged her. The thought is so strong it makes your eyelids water slightly.

You quickly blink the emotions away as you mumble out your thanks along with a shy smile that she answers tenfold. That is followed by Ten’s fingers squeezing your own gently, but firmly, a reminder that he, too, is here for you.

"Anyway, would you two like some mangoes? We just received a fresh batch from the neighbours," she's already standing up before you have a chance to say anything, quickly toddling out of the kitchen like it's her main mission.

"Your mom is so cute," you murmur out to Ten, who can't help but grin back at you. That same, crooked grin that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

"You know where I got my genes from?" He wriggles his brows, making you bump your elbow into his shoulder with a chuckle.

It's safe to say that your relationship has smoothened out ever since his confession. No more mockery or hatred, and that makes you wonder if there ever was any hatred to begin with, or just tension. Your sister likes to think you're the epitome of enemies-to-lovers trope and for once, you're not the one to stop her. Because it's clear from Ten's teasing demeanour and mischievous behaviour that it had always been his way of demonstrating affection.

"I was flirting with you all along Y/N," is what he says when you ask him about it while he walks you back to your house that night. His arms are full with sweets from their homeland that his mother had insisted you take, "you were just too blind."

"Well then, you suck at flirting."

He scoffs, "uh no? You're the one who can't take a hint."

"Making fun of how awkwardly I dance in front of everyone is not flirting."

He can't help but grin cheekily at the memory, "you were pretty funny though, admit it."

You show him the finger as response, which only makes him laugh even louder before landing a quick peck on your cheek, "c'mon, that was ages ago. Don't sulk with me now."

"I'm not sulking."

"You so are."

You growl at him, making him laugh even harder at the situation. And despite everything, you grin at the happiness stretched across his face like an ephemeral painting you wish to keep forever.

He's so beautiful. How have you not noticed that before? It's not his face, but more the way his face transforms whenever he's genuinely happy.

You wish you can engrave that picture in your head forever.

"Well, that's me." You stop in front of your house and without looking at your watch, know that you're thirty minutes after curfew. Though...your mom doesn't mind. Not when Ten is responsible.

His fingers catch yours, essentially drawing you back to him as he flashes you a sweet smile, "see you tomorrow?" He murmurs, bringing your knuckles up to press a kiss atop your skin.

You try not to let your blush show, "being all smooth now, are we?"

"If it's gonna make you blush, why not?" And he tugs you even closer until your foreheads touch. Then, in a movement so gentle you fear he might break, he allows his mouth to catch yours.

You all but melt, arms slipping around his shoulders as you deepen the kiss with a sigh. Ten grunts in response, pressing one last chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back to hug you against his chest.

He allows his head to rest against your temple, and when you hug him, you swear you can hear his heart throbbing in his chest.

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wejustwanttogohome · 2 years ago

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A Bad Plan (Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader)

❖ PAIRING: eddie munson x wheeler!male reader

❖ SUMMARY: you turned back from the upside down hoping to find something te help the others to save the world, but Vecna got you.

PART 2 HAS BEEN POSTED!

❖ WARNING: blood.

❖ NOTES: the protagonist has a name, yess!! It's Nico, hoping you dont mind :((

❖ PART TWO

( ˘ ³˘)❤ enjoy !!

【 “H-I was scared… h-holy fuck, Nico. JESUS CHRIST!!"

"There's no need to scream that loud, Munson."

"BUT WHAT THE FUCK CAME INTO YOUR MIND, WILL YOU TELL ME?"

I tried to wipe my chin on my arm which was stained with blood and saliva, looking up a little. I felt the back of my neck completely wet, I would never wish you similar adventures or risky plans like mines, but yet here we are!! Sneaking into one of the portals was definitely a bad idea to find a solution regarding the end of the world, but you don't have to follow my example if you don't want to be killed in… how long did I last? Ten minutes? And now the big guy turns left and right to find the right door to block the hole in the ceiling. I tried to get closer but with every single movement my head floated on what I call air causing me a couple of dizziness.

“Oookay, earth calls Munson!! Stop for a moment, we will find the solution and then we go to my house that I have to take a shower. Munson…? Munson!! "

I don't know if mine were more help exclamations for my state or if I needed to be reassured by him, but things don't work like in books or movies and he raised his voice back, reminding me how stupid my idea had been. He was definitely terrified, probably because no one of us has ever been more traumatized by the Upside Down than him and Will, and only then I do realize how much he needed to feel safe.

I was sitting on his dilapidated sofa when I finally made up my mind to bring my feet to the ground and stay lucid, I knew it would be okay and I would repair the damage I had done. Plus it was Eddie, no less than the leader of our club. If he fell, who then thought of those lost sheep? Nahh, not Steve Harrington, he already had me to follow and it certainly wasn't easy to keep up with a Wheeler, especially if you're Nancy Wheeler's brother, right? Furthermore, at the time I had a great admiration for him, the fear of disappointing Eddie or making him feel so bad I didn't like it at all.

I swallowed that salty and slimy taste that was still dripping from my nose - I had probably broken it - and looked at my hands before I dared to get up for real. It's a stupid habit, don't pay attention to it. The fact is that as he spoke and railed in the name of the Lord and the Holy Spirit, I dared to grab his arm and then his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. I think he was hyperventilating, not even when he attacked those demon-bats he was so anxious and maybe I never really got to see him so destroyed.

“Breathe… I'm here. Hey, Eddie. "

"T-They... will come again and attack us... the van... "

The broken tone demolished my expression again and it softened further. I immediately denied, reassuring and accompanying him right where I was sitting a few seconds before. I stopped shaking, I immediately went into the foreground when he made me so much tenderness.

"The van, the van... are you so worried your uncle will find out about the mess we made? Listen. "

I pretended to look at the watch on my wrist, using a stupid and silly way to distract him from the facts.

"There are still six hours to nine, I don't think there is so much to be frightened by a bit of a mess. Just sweep the living room a bit, repair the roof with some tiles. You see? Let's take those of the bed !! Then ... we'll think about sleeping later, okay? Maybe I sweep in your room too since it doesn't need demogorgons to be scary. And then… and then we watch a movie. At my house, okay? Mom isn't there, so it shouldn't be a problem, I'll leave you my room if you want to sleep. I will do it on the sofa. Mhh? How does it seem to you? "

"How ... how do we tell that to-to others?"

“Tomorrow, as soon as possible. Even if there isn't much to say in the end. I didn't find anything important. "

“I saw that! You have increased the portal at my house !! You almost got yourself killed !! "

I would have been weak if I had given in at that moment, but it was so difficult to look him in the eye and try to say anything that would have made him feel better. If I had apologized the words would have collapsed in my throat and I hated to keep that submissive and helpless tone in front of him, one of the most important people I have ever met. But if I hadn't done it, the terror of losing him was greater than any hideous feeling. And so I stood right there without knowing what to reply, with one hand on his knee that was still trying to reach him and to have a contact that probably I only needed and with the other pressing on the wound (superficial, but painful as I never imagined) between my ribs. I thought about how tired I was of running, how long I had to resist before I could allow myself to free me and I realized how much pain it would have made me lose his friendship.

"Sorry."

“Sorry. I-I don't even know what I'm saying. "

"Uh?"

My head swayed a little before I noticed his gaze slipping away. I looked for him trying to pick up on him at that distance that separated us and he calmly explained to me how much he was still traumatized by Chrissy's death. And it's true, I admit it, I still thought about how jealous made me that presence among us, even though it was gone, it was still there, in front of him and I. I felt slimy, jealous like few others for an idiocy because that girl certainly didn't deserve to die and I certainly wanted her to still be with us, perhaps in the Hellfire Club, but at the time I didn't even know how I felt about Eddie. Between Vecna and the Upside-down I was struggling to keep up with my problems, so I repressed negative and wrong emotions in the drawer, hoping that they would never come out. I wanted to answer him I'm not Chrissy, I'm better, I can fight, I can defend you, I can protect you. But I tied a lump in my throat and left the comment for myself - thank goodness I haven't talked about that. I listened to him, opened him a beer and let him drink until it seemed to me that he was exaggerating but at the moment he was already more relaxed.

"Damn, I shouldn't reassure you with these."

He just laughed and I didn't even leave for a second, at least I waited until he fell asleep a few hours later, after several talks about how useless Chrissy's boyfriend was as much as the sport he plays and I let him say, I wanted him to relax a bit.

When I made sure he was sleeping, I breathed a sigh of relief as now one of the hardest parts was happening: getting up again and finding some bandages for what had become that sprawling wound. For a moment I wondered who the fuck had made me wait so long and pulled it long, then came the time of I'll never make it. Ahh, those bad times !!

The fact is that yes! I could make it to the kitchen where there was the walkie talkie and SURPRISE !! Robin answers. Robin? But why did Robin answer me ?!

“Steveeeee is busy with Samantha Clarke, he is giving her a loooong speech about how charming Tom Cruise actually is in his latest film. And now he seems pissed, I could tell he is trying to tell me to go fuck myself in labial. Strange that I can understand it since my skills are very bad. "

“Yeah look, lovely and all you want, but I'm in trouble and I need someone to replace me tonight, it's… it's serious, ah-ah-ah. It's fucking serious."

Oh my god!! Do you know that embarrassment moment when you realize that you are actually asking your parents for help because you don't know how to solve the situation when you thought it would all go great ?! Good. And they're not even my parents, I wanted to bury myself but I realized that I really did not know what to do, I had never bleeding so much in my life before. It was embarrassing. I was embarrassing.

"Serious? Where are you? I can't ear you clearly... Nico? "

"Munson house, I'm at Munson house ... at Eddie's."

“SORRY, WHAT?! Did you really mean it when you said that you will gonna do it?! Nico, were you serious and that stupid?! "

And here the line breaks because first, I don't remember anything anymore. I was still awake, but leaning in a corner of the kitchen in an attempt to give those few indications and maybe it's better that I explain something to you because the situation seemed truly tragic when in reality it was only in my head. The situation was not really that serious, but those ten minutes in the Upside-Down must have robbed me of all hope and energy mentally. I'll tell you in short that I managed to get up to get out of the van and I was still standing when Steve quickly parked the car outside the trailer. And I will say more, on the contrary: evening was arrived and when he reached me, frightened, I didn't hesitate for a second to go to hug him. The reunion destroyed all the walls, allowing me to breathe as I should have done before. It looked like I was a child again, the same one Steve met three years earlier after his first date with Nancy.

"Nico!! Nico, for god's sake. Are you okay?!" He repeated to me, checking the situation before Robin looked for the bandages in the hood of the car. Obviously I denied and collapsed desperately in his chest, not wanting to let go even a moment.

“I-I failed. I didn't-… I didn't find anything. Nothing, absolutely nothing. "

"I would slap you if it weren't for the fact that you have already ruined your face. What were you thinking, uh?! And where is Munson? Where was he at the moment?! "

"NO! No, Eddie has nothing to do with it, I got him involved and they almost killed him a second time because of me. Steve, believe me: he's not involved. I... he saved me first. He…"

“Okay, okay I heard you! I heard you... now get in the car, we can't take you home like this. "

"Wait! You stay here, I'm going with Robin. But stay with Eddie, please. "

“You're joking, right?!! Look after Munson when you're like this? Wheeler, you are really stubborn."

“The portal has opened again. And he's scared, I won't leave him alone. I won't that happened. I'll go home, take a shower and take care of myself but you have to promise me you'll stay here. "

"Do you realize that this will make me lose my job?"

“But you would have done it for me Harrington, don't you?! Fuck, for God's sake, listen to me for once!! "

I wasn't lucid, otherwise I would have tried better to make him understand the situation, but at this point I forced myself to cling to him for desperation and pain. It seemed so stupid to me that he did not understand the gravity of the situation and instead he was the first to did it. He sensed even earlier actually of how I didn't just feel admiration for Eddie Munson. I didn't understand that charitable expression that suddenly appeared on his face, but then he looked at Robin. And I looked down.

"Please, Steve."

"Okay, c'mon. Let's do it." 】

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #fan fiction #eddie munson smut

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smallrainclouds · 3 years ago

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It's not easy having yourself a good time

we're on a double-date with other people... why are we kissing? you're not my date

Credit for prompt to

Hypnos x reader (modern!College!au)

Word count: 2.7

Warning: some dating violence on OC's side. Wrist grabbing, slurs and controlling behavior.

Summary: this was the worst date of your life. Thankfully it's also Hypnos' worst date ever.

A/N: here have this fic. I had yandere! Hypnos I was working on but it's giving me issues (it was supposed be under 1k but it keeps growing).

Also, I am open to requests but will rejected any I don't feel comfortable doing.

No beta.

Thank and I hope you enjoy.

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You regret everything.

You stared at the plate of food you didn't order, some sad little salad that somehow smelled greasy.

Why did you let yourself get talked into a group date? You know why, you thought your friend was going to try to set up with your lab partner, Hypnos.

You looked at the bubbles in your sparkling water, another thing you didn't order and wondered if the person you were with would ever stop talking.

You glanced up at the group at the table. Across from you with his own date next to him, was Hypnos who was frowning at your date.

At least you had one sane classmate with you. Hypnos had been your lab partner since the first day in senior year and honestly you had thought at first your friend was setting you up with Hypnos. If you had known it was with someone else, you would have bail.

Charlie was a nice person you told yourself and your friends thought they would be great for you. Charlie was just… maybe they didn't know you don't order people's food for them.

"Look what I'm saying, Hypnos, is that maybe that YouTuber guy shouldn't be called out as much. Not his fault people can't take jokes anymore." Your date, Charlie, said loudly across the table to Hypnos who just raised a brow.

You rolled your eyes, You weren't going to let your friends pick a date for you ever again.

"Alright buddy. Whatever you say." Hypnos shrugged.

Hypnos' date and fellow classmate leaned across Hypnos, her breasts pressed against his arm. You looked away, poking at your food. You certainly were not jealous, you told yourself.

"Come on, guys. Let's talk about something else." she whined. The other two couples that came along echoed their agreement.

Hypnos grimaced and sat up taller, making the girl sit up as well. You felt kinda bad for both you and Hypnos. Clearly neither one of you guys were getting on with your dates.

You looked toward your friend, hoping she would notice how poorly everything was going. You rolled your eyes when she was clearly lost in her own world, feeding her partner french fries.

Too bad your date wasn't with Hypnos. You thought he was actually cute back when You first saw him, if not a little odd looking with white curls and heavy lidded eyes. Now, you couldn't imagine a more handsome person.

You found your eyes kept going back to him throughout dinner. Especially when he pushed his hoodie sleeves up, showing off his forearms.

The table moved on to some marvel movie or something but you were drifting in and out. You kept checking your watch in hopes that you could end the night soon without being rude.

You could feel someone was watching you and you looked up to Hypnos' golden eyes looking at you. He glanced at the group, back at you and rolled his eyes. You smiled in agreement but quickly covered it up with your hand.

Hypnos pointed toward your plate with the uneaten food, eyebrows rised in a questioning way.

You tilted your head toward your date who was loudly having another argument over some tv show with one of the guys there.

Hypnos looked at your date for a second before he sneaked you his untouched plate of pancakes.

You mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded, pointing at a plate of mostly eaten omelet.

You mouthed a quick thank you and dug in. You were half though the plate of pancakes when your date noticed.

"Wait, where did you get the pancakes?" Charlie asked, "You know how fattening all that carbs and sugar are? I like my dates to be healthy."

"What?" You asked flatly. Did you really hear what you just did? Hypnos and his date were both staring at Charlie. Hypnos looked furious and You saw the girl send you a pitying look.

"Oh. come on, you know I don't mean it like that."

You suddenly lost any appetite you had and pushed the plate of food away. You looked toward your friend who remained blissfully unaware of your pain.

Your date swung an arm on your shoulders, you sighed annoyed at the causal possiveness. You only knew them for like two hours but they were already acting like you were going steady.

"Ready to hit the club, Y/N?" Your date asked.

You almost groaned, you had forgotten about the stupid club.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." You tried to wiggle your date's arm off but no dice. You thought you saw Hypnos send a disapproving look at your date but you weren't sure. No point getting your hopes up.

As you exited the diner, Hypnos tripped; knocking into your date and their arms off your shoulders.

Grateful for the excuse, you took a few steps out of their reach.

"Oops, my bad." Hypnos smiled widely, and gave a shoulder pat to your date who glared at him. "Just watch it alright?" Your date snapped as they made it to the carpool.

In the car, you peeked at Hypnos who just winked at you. You didn't hide your smile this time.

The club did nothing to improve your date or your mood. The loud bassy music was almost too loud to hear anyone and your date kept trying to get you to stay on the dance floor.

You were able to duck out of their hold and pointed to the table. They tried to tell you something but You didn't stick around.

You almost fell into the booth, your feet were throbbing and you just wanted to go home. You could just see your homework growing by the hour.

"Need water?" Hypnos asked. You looked up, "Oh I didn't know you were at the table. Yes please."

He handed you an icy cold bottle and you moaned at how good it tasted. He laughed and you blushed, feeling foolish.

"Sorry, thank you." You took a slip, without moaning this time thankfully.

Hypnos went back to his phone, fingers moving quickly. "No problem."

"Where is… um what was her name?" You asked, trying not to look at Hypnos too much. How dare he look this good in the club' dim lighting.

"Oh I forgot her name. But she is doing fine. Told me she was going home with her ex." He pointed to the dance floor where the girl was dancing against another guy, their mouths glued together.

You looked back at him, but he already was back to texting on his phone. He didn't seem upset at all.

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You said awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this whole night.

"Don't be. I'm not." He shrugged. You couldn't help but notice how nicely the red hoodie fit him.

"I will admit though I don't think I will be trusting our friend's matchmaking skills after tonight." Hypnos looked at you, his amused smile made you smile in return.

"You and I both." You murmured your agreement.

You finished off your drink, eyeing him.

After a few more minutes, your willpower broke.

"Okay I gotta know. It has been months since I met you and it is bugging the crap out of me." You leaned forward to him.

He looked up from his phone, a white eyebrow raised.

"Is Hypnos your real name?" You asked him, not quite able to look away from him. You were being a silly school girl and you knew it.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is." He moved closer, his eyes bright. "Wanna know why?"

At your nod, he spoke. "When my mom was pregnant with me and my brother. She got kinda crunchy, got into healing crystals and tarot cards, stuff like that."

Hypnos waved a hand. "So when she couldn't pick names for us, she went to a psychic, who told her that she was a reincarnation of the goddess Nyx. And apparently she was pregnant again with the reincarnated gods of sleep and death."

You couldn't help the small laugh and Hypnos chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"Mom believed the guy." He pointed to himself, " So ta-da I got named Hypnos. And my brother is Thanatos."

"Your mom sounds like a fun lady." You played with your hair, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel such things.

"Oh definitely. I never know what I'm going to get when I see her." Hypnos said fondly.

When You shifted your seat, your leg brushed against his. You almost pulled away but Hypnos pressed his leg against yours. You could feel the heat of his body and it just made you want more.

His golden eyes searched yours, silently asking if he could do this. You returned the gentle pressure and flushed at his soft smile.

"How does your brother handle the whole Thanos name thing?" You asked, desperately trying to calm your racing heart.

A devious glint lit Hypnos' eyes, "Oh he hates it so much. He already hated the whole super hero thing. Last year for his birthday, I got him a cardboard cutout of the big guy. I thought he was going to shove it down my throat. I got his boyfriend Zagreus and their girlfriend Meg in on it this year, we going to -"

"Hey Y/N. Are you coming back to the floor?" Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Hypnos, I think your actual date is looking for you."

You pulled away, you had forgotten about Charlie and you couldn't help but feel some guilt, even if you didn't like them that much or at all.

Hypnos stayed in place, amusement on his face. You saw Charlie's fists clenched and knew they were about to start a fight and stood up.

You were definitely going to block Charlie's number after tonight was over.

"Come on, let's get some drinks for everyone. They should be coming back soon." You motioned for Charlie to follow you. They glared at Hypnos before following you.

You couldn't resist a quick glance back to Hypnos, who raised his beer at you in a 'cheers' motion.

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Charlie was sullen and quiet as you ordered more drinks for the group. You couldn't blame them really, anyone would be put out when their dates are clearly having a better time with someone else.

Well, not Hypnos but Hypnos wasn't exactly normal, you thought fondly.

You tapped the bar, guilt gnawed at your guts as your thoughts went back to Hypnos.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Charlie slurred, his tone icy.

You took a breath, just a few more hours you reminded yourself. "Nothing much. Just about his brothers and stuff."

Charlie crowded into your space. You can smell the booze and sweat on them.

"You guys seemed like you were sitting pretty close considering you were talking about 'brothers'." They did a finger quote.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stand being near them any longer. You stepped away to head back to let your friends you were bailing for the night.

"Tell me what he said to you." Charlie demanded as they grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Ow, let go of me! You are hurting me, Charlie." You hissed, trying not to draw any attention.

"Tell me." They hisses back.

"I did. Buy your own drink, I'm going home." You tried to yank your hand away but they didn't let go.

"Look I've been nothing but nice to you and you're cuddling up to another guy on our date like some slut." They changed their tone, trying to sound more upset than controlling but it just made your stomach twisted in disgust.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but after a moment you shut it, "You're right. Clearly this isn't going to work out so let me go."

"No, you own me something, Y/N." Charlie leaned toward you. "And I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Fuck off." You snapped, fear rising in your chest.

"Hey, man." Hypnos grabbed Charlie's wrist and squeezed tightly enough that they were forced to let go of your wrist. His normal light-hearted tone was hard. "I think Y/N had enough of your company tonight."

You took some steps back, shaking a little. Without looking at you, Hypnos asked. "Y/N, do you need to go get anything?"

"N-no. I have everything. I want to leave." You hated how weak you sounded and you wished that you never came out at all.

Hypnos held on to Charlie's wrist and yanked them toward him. You heard Hypnos murmur something to them.

Fear flashed over Charlie's face and they stumbled backward. "Fine. Whatever asshole."

Hypnos turned to you, his eyes darkened by his anger. "Come on, I can get you a ride home."

You just nodded, feeling very exhausted and close to tears.

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The cold wind felt like heaven after the heat of the overflowing club. At least for the first two minutes.

You just walked, not quite sure where to go. Hypnos walked next to you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Neither one of you said anything as you tried to process the horrible night.

After walking for ten more minutes, Hypnos spoke up. "There is a park nearby, we should be able to find a park bench."

You just nodded, Hypnos offered an arm and after a moment you took it. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, soaking in his body heat.

The park was empty, lit by warm path lights.

"Thank you." You said. "You didn't have to do anything for me."

"It's all good. How about the wrist?" Hypnos asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you since you stepped in." You patted his forearm.

Hypnos sighed, "No. Not thanks to me actually. Its kinda my fault, I've been pushing their buttons for most of the night."

You looked up at Hypnos, your brow furrowed. "What? No, they have been pretty rude since the start of the date. I mean, you heard the salad thing. They ordered it for me!"

Hypnos shook his head. His breath coming out in white puffs. "Yeah and because I was jealous, I made a bad date into a nightmare. I knew I was making them feel all threatened, it wasn't hard honestly. I didn't think they would grab you like that. I just thought they would be a bad date you could laugh about later."

It took you a moment to process his words. You stopped on the park path, staring off at the lake.

"You were jealous?" You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

"Very." Hypnos chuckled bitterly.

"Hypnos, you are an idiot." You said blankly.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pulled him down by his collar to kiss him.

At first, Hypnos doesn't return your kiss and you pull away, an apology already on your lips.

But he cupped your face and met you again in a sweet, slow kiss. He kept pulling away to press chaste kisses against your lips and cheeks.

"Damnit, I was planning on asking out you after our last class assignment. I had a plan for everything. I was going to take you to your favorite coffee shop and buy you that dumb drink you like. Take you the park by our dorms and ask you by the duck pond." Hypnos said between kisses and pressing one last long kiss against your lips.

You hummed, unable to think straight. "Our friend ruined that, huh." You laughed when you could feel him growled against your lips. "You have no idea, I had a speech and everything."

After another long and soft kiss, both of you pulled away only to met again in a forehead press. Your white puffs of breath mingled together and your heart felt so full.

"You could still do the coffee and the speech. And the ducks." You whispered.

"Yeah?" Hypnos asked softly, his thumb caressed your cheek.

"I have to do a lab with a very cute classmate tomorrow but I'm free after that." You flushed, pleased at the fond smile Hypnos had.

"That's funny, so am I." Hypnos replied.

Unable to hold off any longer, you pulled him into another kiss, one of the many yet to come.

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #fanfic #hope you enjoy #Spotify

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kyunisixx · 3 years ago

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chiaroscuro

artist!Robert Plant AU one shot.

a/n: this really started out as a song I wanted to write. But I knew I had to turn it into a longer writing!!

themes: fluff, mild implications of nsfw and tw: childhood trauma.

summary: in which Y/N becomes a muse for Robert, a landscape artist in more ways than one. (Man, that summary is so shit but let's roll with it)

pairing: artist!Robert Plant x fem!reader

chi·a·ro·scu·ro

the treatment of light and shade in drawing and painting.

an effect of contrasted light and shadow created by light falling unevenly or from a particular direction on something.

"Lean back for me a bit more, darling. That's right, relax."

As she moves, the old sofa creaks beneath her. Chilled air gusts through a partially opened window, making her shiver and sending miniscule bumps all over her bare skin. Her eyes drift over the fixtures inside the cozy cabin, illuminated by an outmoded oil lamp situated on the man's table. Several tiny moths were floating around it as the flame wavered ever so slightly from the breeze.

Scattered were all paintbrushes and smudges of paint were messily smeared all over the table. A round board was placed so close at the edge (one she heard him call before —a palette). In the middle is a rustic cup with half-empty, now cold tea. But a paint-smudged hand grasped on its handle and swiftly brought it over to a mouth.

Then her eyes met his.

His frizzled, curly blond locks are pulled into a disheveled bun. One he pinned up so carelessly with a thin, unused paintbrush as to prevent it from obstructing his view but a few ringlets managed to escape and are now framing his face.

Ivory-colored shirt, a few buttons undone to reveal smooth skin of his collarbones which were also marked with a few shades of paint. Some scattered across his jawline to his cheek.

Lips are pursed and eyes are pulled into deep concentration, they are set into a particular part of her. As if to capture the exact curvature of the crease on her waist.

Salient was the cleft on his chin and the sharp edge of his cheekbones by the incandescent light lent by the lamp, making him look like a contrast between sinister and elegance.

He dipped a brush and carefully made short strokes on the canvas, pausing every now and then to look at her.

The sun was setting and the sky was shaded a dull gray, providing so little of brightness which seemed to have darkened even more being situated in a lush forest.

Many months ago at this time of the day, she would have just been getting up from her sleep. Wake up and get ready for a long shift. It was a routine she had gotten so used to every day.

Take a bath. Eat. Pick out an outfit. Put on makeup. Be into the persona.

She would become a completely different person as soon as she stepped into the establishment she knew for as long as she moved into the town a few months ago.

From having to move into different cities and using different names to hide her identity. All of it to escape the filthy and haunted ghost of her past.

Screaming. Glass breaking. Bruises. Slamming doors. All of the things a child shouldn't have to go through. She took a risk and ran away from it.

And here is where she ended up thirteen years later.

Lacklustre eyes unmoving as they steadily stared back at her in a blurry mirror inside the changing room. All the girls' chattering seemed to have been muted and faded in the background as she gazed at her reflection. She picked up the small item in her hand, before taking the cap off and swiped the crimson lipstick across her chapped lips, creating a thick shade.

"Y/N, you ready to go?"

She turned her head back to Don, the club manager. She smiled and moved her head in a single nod.

“Sure, Don. Just give me a short moment”. She adjusted the strap of her black velvet dress and walked on the familiar, dimly lit hallway. Her stilettos clapped quietly on the floor as she padded and stopped in front of a red curtain covering the doorway from the side to the stage.

"How's it going, folks? Alright, alright. I'd get right into it. This is the moment you've all been waiting for. The crowd favourite, slithers like a python, mistress of the night; Marilyn"

Then, she waited as the main lights switched off and took her cue to enter as smoke filled the platform. Coloured lights gleamed right through. She situated herself right in the middle then circled her hand on the pole as the first note of the song started to hum quietly. Like a distant patter of rain—calm before the storm. Her hips moved into the rhythm and fluidly sneaked around the pole as the cloud of smoke started to clear out. Gazing into the crowd of men, her blood-red lips quirk into a smirk.

It was the only time she knew she had complete power and control. And she relished it, savoring the potency.

Her hands smoothed all over her now slightly perspired skin as men clamored and hooted for her. Bills were haphazardly thrown into the dancefloor. Something that she wasn't used to when she first started, it made her feel cheap. Dirty. But her routine carried on almost every night, she eventually got used to it and had even grown to like it.

Then she spotted him.

Big ball of golden hair illuminated by stage lights. He was situated amongst the sea of predators, his eyes followed the fluidity of her movements. But what struck her the most was the way he was watching her. It wasn't shadowed by lust, but more of an intense wonder and curiosity. It was as if he was memorizing each part of her curves, but for another purpose.

Her gaze somewhat mirrored his. He definitely wasn't strange-looking. Hell, he might have been the most beautiful man she has ever seen. He didn't belong to a place where no good men wander around. Both his beguiling beauty and aura was completely out of place for such a place like this.

The song then came to a stop. Her number was over but her eyes remained locked with his. It was only then she came back to consciousness as Don's voice boomed into the large speakers, signalling the end of her performance. She collected the bills scattered on the floor and walked off the stage, throwing a last glance into the crowd as she took her exit.

He was gone.

He wouldn't show up for a couple of days. She was sure, of course. The moment she steps out, her eyes would already be skimming through the lounge, and would sigh in disappointment if she didn't spot any sign of him.

"Have you seen your mysterious man yet?"

One of the girls she was closest to, Hershey, asked as she counted the thick block of bills on her hand.

"He wasn't out there tonight"

"You could have been hallucinating. Anyway, you told me he was 'like an angel'"

Hershey laughed, mimicking the way she had said the last part with a breathy tone and added, "Or could have been disappointed in your dance number, ran away and swore to not step a foot into this place again"

She stopped momentarily, chuckled lightly and sighed, "You may not be far from the truth but we'll see."

Then he would be there the next night, positioned right at a table at the back. His curly locks gave his identity right away, with his elbows propped up and fingers poised against his chin, bearing the same gaze.

Later that night, he'd be waiting right outside of the club.

"The show was spectacular."

She tilted her head to him, nodded and smiled.

"Thank you."

She wasn't sure how it ended up with her sitting on a stool inside a cozy 24-hour operating diner so late at night, chatting with her "mysterious man" late at night, who introduced himself as Robert. He was apparently a landscape artist and has traveled the world where he finds inspirations for his works.

"The best place I have ever been to? Hm. I'd say Machu Picchu, set in the high mountains of Andes in Peru, above a river called Urubamba. I had to hike all the way up, and you could see the breathtaking view when you reach the top."

"That does sound very lovely." She sighed wistfully.

"Have you ever traveled anywhere outside the country?"

"Oh no, I have not. I move to different places a lot but I've never gone out, never had the chance to."

"Ah, you should! It's wonderful."

She nodded, "Do you only do landscaping?"

"Well, no. I do a little bit of abstract art but I focus mainly on landscaping. I was thinking of expanding more, though. Maybe portrait, or nude art."

"That's a good idea. An artist has to come out of his comfort zone and be able to become great."

"Yeah…", he trailed off, as if lost in thought. "I hope this doesn't come off as strange or I as a creep. But may I ask you to be my muse? Don't worry! We'll only do portrait." He added the last sentence quickly.

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him, her brows furrowed deep in thought.

"You don't have to s—"

"I'll do it."

A few days later, she was again popped up on a stool inside his flat just a few blocks away from the club. His place was spacious, but had a very rustic feel to the interior design. A few souvenirs from different countries were neatly placed on a shelf and most of his paintings were hung stylistically on the walls (in which she stared at in complete awe for what she could tell an hour each painting until he had to drag her away to his studio)

Her fingers fiddled as she tried to stay still under his calculating gaze. She never had much problem with how she looked and never had insecurities. Perhaps she just didn't care enough to be insecure. But at that moment, she thought of how she must've appeared to him and if she was good-looking enough to be an inspiration for his art.

"Are you alright there?"

"Yes! Yes, I… Yeah I'm alright."

His hand stopped and placed the paintbrush on the table. "Are you sure? If you're not comfortable or if you need a break, we could stop for a bit."

She shook her head vigorously, "No, it's okay. Don't worry."

"If you say so."

She let her eyes travel from his bare foot, to his khaki trousers, to his satin shirt with top three buttons undone, to his face. Oh, his gorgeous face. It was pulled into a deep concentration as he stared at his work, giving her some time to study his majestic features.

His eyes flickered to hers as if sensing her stare and playfully frowned, a small smile curled on the side of his lips.

"What?"

He laughed, "You were staring."

"I was. Is it a crime?"

"No, I wouldn't say it is." He said with a teasing edge to his voice.

It was their arrangement which they stick to a few times a week. On her day off, after work if she wasn't feeling too exhausted. There was an obvious attraction lingering inside the room of his small studio but none of them acted upon it other than just casual flirtations thrown around. He was a perfect gentleman and had always been accommodating. A couple of times he would insist on paying her in which she would always refuse to accept.

"The tea you make for me is enough for a payment." She had jokingly said. "Do not worry about it, Robert. Really, it's okay. I'm making enough from my job."

One night, after their sessions, they had too many drinks and bottles were littered over the table along with his paint brushes which had long dried of paint.

"Tell me about you, Marilyn. Mistress of the night, who apparently, slithers like a python." He mused, mentioning her alias. His glossy eyes filled with mirth.

She snorted, took a long swig of beer and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

"Marilyn is… Nobody. I'm nobody. I came from somewhere that in my mind, ceased to exist." She stared ahead. "I ran away from home. Who calls it a home anyway?" She laughed humorlessly.

"My parents fought a lot. They spent so much time fighting, they didn't even have time for me. Looking back at it now, I could have just preferred that. But then, they turned their anger towards me." She sniffed and quickly wiped the salty tears before they even slid down to her flushed cheeks.

"I went to my grandparents. They loved me so much and I loved them so dearly. But they were not my parents. Eventually, both of them passed away and I was left on my own. But I was eighteen. I didn't have to go back to my parents. So I went to different cities, finding places where I could feel like I could fit in. Looked for jobs, and then I ended up here. I made friends and I have my own place, but it still never felt like home."

He was quietly staring at her, and the silence was deafening. Then he lifted his free hand to her face and ran the back of his index finger to dry her cheeks. Her hand caught his and brought it to her lips and placed a soft kiss.

"But with you, it feels… different. I like hanging out with you. I like being with you. You feel like home to me, Robert."

Her voice echoed softly as he took his time to reply. But he didn't, instead, he leaned down and sealed his lips against hers.

He layed limply on top of her body as he shuddered from his release. Both tried to desperately catch for their breath as her hand smoothed down his back and the other combed through his damp locks. He slid out of her and dropped beside her, not too long before he enclosed his arms over her and pulled closer. He catches her lips on his in a lazy kiss and smiled.

"You feel like home to me too, Y/N."

Her heart soared and nuzzled her nose against his.

"I want to paint you like this. May I? You are so beautiful. In light and in shadow."

She blushed, "Yes, but right now? I'm tired."

"No, no. We'll do it tomorrow. I'll take you somewhere." His warm breath hit her skin as he whispered.

"Where?" She whispered back.

"Well, I'm not telling you that. But it was what I helped my Father build when I was younger. It's somewhat like a special place for me, and I want you to see it."

He gazed at her as he waited for her to respond.

"Okay."

Under the light of the lamp, she peers at him under her lashes.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Mm? I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You know what it is. Cut it out or I'll never get to finish this."

She huffs. "You're no fun"

"I can prove you otherwise in a few minutes."

He continued to do his finishing touches and leaned back to admire his work.

"That isn't too bad. But nothing compares to the real art."

"And what might that be?"

"You, my love." He stood up, walked over to where she was, placed his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her to him.

"I've been waiting for this for hours."

"I've been giving you hints and you insist on finishing your art."

He chuckled. "Of course I had to."

His fingers danced their way from her sides to her hips, rubbing along the marks littered across her skin.

"Are you ready to see it?" He murmured against her neck. She shudders as she nodded, giving their playful banter a break.

He bit her earlobe softly, "Okay."

He walked over to his canvas and carefully turned it around to face her.

She gasps.

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