#i mean don't get me wrong i love the short n sweet fics where they like go on a picnic

[girlatrocity]

I'm half way through killing eve rn and they are literally togachako like this is the ideal togachako dynamic for me it's crazyyyy I need to read a fic like this rn

[ramp-it-up]

II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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June 2024

The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Sy’s 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldn’t believe he still had that.

Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.

April 2004

“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”

You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.

“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.” 

Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.

Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.

“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...” 

He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you weren’t ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didn’t have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didn’t want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.

He wasn’t wrong.

You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Sy’s rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldn’t wait.

“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”

You giggled.

“You’re so corny, Sy.”

You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder. 

“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”

Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.

He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew you’d be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didn’t hurt to fool around a little, even if you weren’t gonna give him the p that night.

——————

You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.

You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasn’t worth it.

But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.

——

Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Maker’s Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.

He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan. 

Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.

——-

August, 2003

Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face. 

You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lips…

…well your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.

Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldn’t hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that  the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.

Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers. 

You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.

Becca Ferguson, Sy’s girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, he’d forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before. 

But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.

You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca. 

His head turned.

Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus. 

—--

June 2024

Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.

These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your mother’s loves and whims when she didn’t take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.

Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.

“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!” 

Tiffani was the gentle one.

“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”

Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.

Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.

“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”

“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”

You laughed.

“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”

The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.

“Because of that.”

You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.

There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.

—-

Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.

At least he was trained for war. 

Love was another thing entirely.

He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile was…everything.

As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago. 

“Damn.”

He said it out loud and the bartender replied.

“Agreed, Brother.”

Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.

“Watch it, kid.”

That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you. 

—--

You froze like a deer in headlights. 

Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him. 

Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasn’t the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.

You unconsciously walked closer. 

He was taller. 

But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.

Heaven help you.

And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…

Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.

“Hey Buttercup. You good?”

Goodness, his voice!

How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?

“I need a drink.”

Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.

—--

May 2004

“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”

Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.

“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”

It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didn’t know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.

You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.

He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.

“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”

You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.

“You are so delicious… Need more…”

Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.

His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.

“Oh my god! Sy!”

You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.

Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.

“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”

“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”

“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”

Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the world’s most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.

Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.

You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.

“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”

—-

Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.

“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”

You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Sy’s baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something you’d tried to get over for 20 years. 

Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively. 

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

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Two Peas In A Pod

—A blessing... or a calamity in disguise?

Fandom: Blue Lock

Pairing: Nagi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor, Horror

Format: Short fic

Warnings: Breast feeding, Jealousy, Probably ooc!Nagi

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: Idk I just thought this would fit him lol. Might remind you of boss baby.

There are moments in life which can never be forgotten. Long awaited moments that leave a sweet velvety taste in your mouth and get engraved on your memory,

Moments like this.

Nagi is in hospital, standing next to the delivery room with his infant in his arms. He's wearing the most genuine smile he could ever wear, staring at his baby boy's angelic face. The baby has the tiniest hands ever that would get lost in his if he were to hold them, and the cutest chubby feet ever. He could just eat them right away.

"Wow Nagi, he looks just like you!" Reo says, smiling at the sight while snapping a picture. "You two are like two peas in the pod, except that his hair isn't long enough to be as messy as yours"

"I know. I did hope he'd take after y/n, but he's still cute"

Your husband looks so grown up like this with a baby in his hands. That's what makes Reo to snap another picture, this time in full frame of both Nagi and the baby. His smile is as soft as when he watched him saying his vow to you, and he can't help but to feel happy for his best friend.

"I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and call Isagi and others. They've been waiting for the news"

"Ok"

Nagi's gaze doesn't leave the baby's face to follow Reo's footsteps walking away. He persistently stares at the baby's closed eyelids, wondering if they're hazel colored like his, or have the color of your eyes. Maybe it's a mixture of both, he thinks, if it's possible. He doesn't have to wait for long to find out though, because suddenly, the baby's eyelids start shuddering and in less than a second, they're wide open, displaying the warm chocolate brown color of his eye balls.

Every inch of his figure resembles his father. Even the look in his eyes is curious, just like Nagi's is right now.

"Welcome home, little thing. We're gonna have so much fun together, me and you"

…

"I don't think that's gonna happen"

Nagi doesn't know whether he should believe his ears, or his eyes. A talking baby? That's a miracle! Babies don't start talking until they're two years old, but this one in his arms was definitely the one talking a little while before, since his intense stare is piercing through Nagi's heart.

I must have very strong genes.

"What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?"

"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't being clear on the matter" The baby speaks in a semi-grown up voice. "I meant that, you won't be having much fun from now on"

"How come?"

The baby's innocent expression is all gone. Now there's a straight yet devilish look on his face which Nagi doesn't find charming. "I thought you would already figure out that much, but I guess I was wrong. Heh...what a pain"

"Stop giving me that shit and tell me already"

"You don't care much for sharing; do you, my dear father?"

Oh.

Nagi doesn't like where this is going. He feels an unwelcoming sense of threat in his heart.

"So what? Are you saying you're gonna steal y/n from me?"

"No..."

The grin on the baby's face isn't casual. All of a sudden, Nagi doesn't find a single thing resembling him. The baby looks more like... Light Yagami from death note, the blond version.

"...I'm saying that I already have"

This can't be happening.

"Tough luck. You'll never be able to split us off. Y/n's love for me is boundless. I'm her one and only"

"You were her one and only" His gums are visible through his demonic smirk. "Now that I'm here, you won't get a quarter of the attention you used to receive. From now on, I'll be the one who sleeps in her arms at— well all the time. She'll always be near me, looking after me since I'm just a fragile little thing. The time she used to spend alone with you is gonna be limited to less than ten minutes, and your share of affection will also be mine. Even if you two do get the time to be alone with each other, she'll be too exhausted to even look at your face. She wouldn't miss it, since she gets to be with me all the time"

The world comes crashing down on the white haired man. Through his storming mind, he can see himself curled up under the strangely ice cold blanket while staring at you frustratingly, asking you to get in the bed with him already. But standing on the other side of the room, it feels like you're a thousand miles away, voice barely making its way to his hear yet so destructively striking him, saying you have to put the baby to sleep first. Even after doing that, you're so tired that you pass out on the bed before Nagi can even lay a finger on you.

"Not only that, I'm gonna take away all the other things you enjoy as well"

Another illusion appears before his eyes, only this time he's sitting on the couch, and you're standing in front of him, wearing a somewhat annoyed expression.

"I'm sorry Sei, but we can't afford to buy more video games anymore. We have to start saving up for Light's college"

No.... that can't be real. He can't give up on his video games for a serial killer's his child's future. That's absurd. You're not expecting him to do that, are you? You know how video games are important to him.

"Just you wait my stupid father, I will take everything you cherish in your life, and it starts from this very moment, with your most loved one"

His most... loved one?

Just as he's about to ask the little demon about his intention, the door to the room opens and a nurse comes out. "Alright! It's the baby's lunch time"

No. Not that.

"His lunch time? You mean, y/n's gonna feed her...?"

Nagi's voice is shivery, like he didn't know about how the babies drink milk. The nurse is a little taken aback by that, but still keeps her smile on.

"Yes sir, he needs to be fed right now, so if I may..." She reaches out to take the baby from his embrace, but fails when Nagi steps back.

"You... can't do that. I mean, this baby looks like he should drink formula milk instead of breast milk. It'll be better for him"

"The hell are you talking about, Nagi? Let the nurse take him to y/n" Reo suddenly appears next to him, giving him a questioning look.

"No— You don't understand— I—"

"What's up with you man? Here, ma'am; take the little thing to his mommy"

Nagi feels all the misery existing in the world raining on him as he watches the nurse take the infant to you. Reo looks away when you pull up your hospital gown to reveal the enchanting sight of your breast that are bigger than usual and are full of milk, all ready to be devoured in the baby devil's throat. This is it. The beginning of his torment, the sight of his most comforting treasure being possessed by another person, shattering his heart into a zillion pieces.

"No..."

The baby squeezes your right nipple with his hand, letting out a small whine.

"Stop it... No..."

You softly caress his cheek and baby talk him to enjoy his meal.

Why can't all of you people see his devilish smirk?

"No..."

The baby looks at him from the corner of his eyes. He's taking his most special thing, his stress balls, his warm pillows he snuggles his face into at nights, his soft squishies he plays with whenever he's bored, his delicious jello balls he sucks on to help him go to sleep...

"No... No... No..."

You hold your left boob and snuggle him closer to help him drink, and he helps himself out, by brutally taking it into his mouth.

It happens.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Then Nagi wakes up from his sleep.

Through his blurry vision, he recognizes his room in the middle of the night, and of course, your kind hand on his shoulder.

"Sei? Are you ok sweetheart?"

Nagi keeps panting. He hurriedly looks around the room to see any sign of the baby, but thankfully, he finds nothing. He can't ignore the cute bump of your belly under your oversized T-shirt though.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"If the baby looks like me we'll give it away"

"Excuse me??!"

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As wholesome as your previous requests seem from reading, I'd love to request an angst fic for Camilla x g/n reader.

Reader feeling ignored by her due to work commitments and not much effort on her part to make up for it. The moment they mention it, it leads to a big argument with the reader leaving despite being late evening. She thinks it's just a bluff until she wakes up the following morning and they're still not back (clothes gone and phone turned off). Hopefully a slightly better/comfort ending where she can start to win back their love.

Cautions - Carmilla being a workaholic, her snapping at you, Clara, and Odette, reader and Carmilla argue, me suffering at the hands of dialog, mean Carmilla ☹️, bad Spanish (please don't cancel me 😭 I'm learning I swear)

Type - angst, eventual fluff

Genre - head canons (I'm gonna try bullet points on this cause the hyphens are starting to tick me off)

Comments - FINALLY ANGST- Like, I thoroughly love me some fluff, don't get me wrong, but I wanna know what it's like crying while writing something. So thank you 🙏🙏 (I decided to make reader and Carmilla married, I hope that's okay!) AND THANK YOU TO THAT PERSON WHO COMMENTED CARMILLA PET NAMES (let me know if I'm using them right I beg of you 😭)

You were serious..?

We all know Carmilla is a work oriented woman, and sometimes around the beginning of the month before the extermination, she gets some VERY large orders, causing her to neglect her own health sometimes to make sure everything is done precisely and without any issues

And you loved her for that, really. It inspired you to be more helpful, doing some shipments here and there, help with some paperwork, the usual

But recently, there's been a random spike of orders right after the extermination, not giving anyone a break.

And it's drowning the entire company into a work frenzy, and it feels like it's never going to end

After a couple weeks of this, it slowed down a little, not by much, but enough to have a little time to yourselves, including some time with your beautiful wife, Carmilla..

..who didn't even respond when you knocked on her office door. It's been like this for the past 2, nearly three weeks, what is going on??

The only times you two talk is when you're going to bed (if you're even awake when she does decide to get in your shared bed, or if she falls asleep at her desk for the hundredth time) or whenever you need her to sign off on certain orders here and there throughout the day

But after that.. nothing. She doesn't even message you throughout the day with random 'I love you's, 'I miss you', nothing. Just radio silence cough like Alastor cough

You messaged Odette and Clara, asking if they had spoken to her aside from work talks, and they said the exact same thing, nothing

However, they had actually tried talking to their mother, but she brushed them off, saying "I'm busy, go find something to do that isn't bothering me."

Now that really pissed you off. So, you did the sensible thing and marched over to her office, giving it a harsh knock.

"Carmilla, love? We need to talk. Now. I'm not taking no for an answer." It was short, but straight to the point. As much as you wanted to be gentle about this, you couldn't when she snapped at your sweet girls for just checking in on her

Nothing came from the other side of the door, which ticked you off more.

"Carmilla, this is serious. Open the door, we have to have a discussion about your working as of late."

Now that, got you a reaction. You heard a small thud, possibly slamming her pen down on her desk, then a rough "Come in" came from the other side

You immediately swung the door open, and slammed it behind you.

"What is up with you lately?? You haven't been talking to anyone, you refuse to take breaks, you snapped at our children for checking on you, and you don't want to talk about anything that isn't work related!"

"I don't even see you come to bed anymore BECAUSE you're so engrossed in your work. I get that it's been super busy lately, but that's no reason to-" Before you could finish your sentence Carmilla stood up and slammed her large hands against her desk

"I work this hard because I need to! I didn't ask for you to care about me, I thought I made it VERY clear that I didn't want to be bothered, but apparently you're too stubborn to see that." Her voice was cold, and her eyes were a sharp glare, much like the weapons she sold

"If you wish to continue and whine like a child then do it somewhere else, I don't need anymore distractions." Her words sunk into your heart like a blade, tears starting to prick your eyes

"C-Carmilla.. take it back." There was a waver in your voice, your eyebrows still angry, but pain and sorrow were evident in your eyes and words.

"Why should I? You've done nothing but bother me and keep me from my work."

"If you don't, then I'm going to leave. If you don't apologize by tonight then you won't see me tomorrow morning." A tear ran down your cheek, but you didn't look away from Carmilla, keeping a challenging glare in your eyes

"Go ahead, see if I care." She scoffed, then sat back down and continued with her paper work.

"Fine then." You stomped out of the room, slamming the office door as you went. The slam throbbed in Carmilla's head, but she took a small breath, then continued her work

Carmilla awoke with a yawn, her back hating her for her slumped position on her desk.

She noticed a blanket on her back, courtesy of her daughters. She felt.. guilty. After thinking about exactly why, she remembered how she snapped at her daughters then.. you. Calling you a distraction, a bother, whiney, all for asking what was wrong.

She was stressed, but that was no reason to treat you that way, you and your daughters.

She stood up, cleaning herself up before leaving her office, looking for Clara and Odette so she could apologize and ask where you were.

When she did, her eyes became misty, pulling in her sweet and kind girls into a heartwarming hug and whispering how sorry she was into their ears

They, of course, accepted the apology, also feeling misty eyed at how sentimental their mother was as of now

"Clara, Odette, where's mi vida? I need to apologize to them too. I said some things that need to be addressed."

The two girls both looked at each other, then Carmilla again, with a concerned look etched on their faces

"They.. uh, weren't here for breakfast, so maybe your bedroom?"

Carmilla nodded, then kissed them both on the forehead. "I'll go apologize and bring them down, then we can all have brunch together." The two girls nodded, and Carmilla made her way upstairs to find you

The only problem is.. is that you're not there. Some of your clothes, bathroom necessities, shoes, and even a couple of picture frames are gone

Carmilla was startled, then began searching for you, calling your name around your shared grand bedroom

It was when she walked close to her side of the bed when she saw a note (WE JUST GOT A LETTER) on her side of the bed

(I'm not in the mood to right a note, so sorry, but basically you need a break and you're staying with Rosie until you forgave Carmilla for being mean :(( )

Carmilla didn't even think before she was running out of her building, through her territory, and could see the beginnings of Cannibal town

Her lungs were screaming, but her heart was aching at the pain she caused you, making her continue to run until she saw Rosie's parlor

She bursted inside, panting as she stood in the doorway with many black and damn near soulless eyes with sharp teeth to match stared at her disheveled form

She didn't even get a word in before the crowd parted and revealed a tall, slender, and pale yet sophisticated woman, our darling Rosie has appeared!

And she was... not smiling.. oh boy

"Now you listen here young lady!" Rosie had started to sassily walk over to Carmilla, grabbing her ear (does she even have ears omfg, if she doesn't then pretend she grabs her cheek) and begins pulling her towards the back rooms of her parlor, scolding all along the way

"Don't you have some nerve showing up here after your spouse came here bawling their eyes out!" Carmilla felt like she should feel offended that Rosie was embarrassing her like this, but she couldn't after how she treated you.

Rosie finally let go of her, rubbing the pinched bit to relieve the stinging, then, she laid eyes on you

"Oh, mi corazón, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like that! You didn't deserve me snapping at you, I was stressed and took it out on you and our sweet girls. None of you deserved it, and I deeply apologize." She hung her head in shame, hoping you would accept her apology, so she could do more to show you how much she appreciated you.

She was already planning a nice dinner, several at home dates, and some family activities for you all to do together and bond again, as well as take a well deserved break from working.

She didn't look up until you hugged her, her arms quickly wrapping around you too

"You really need to work on this. What you said was hurtful, and I won't forget it. But I will forgive you, because I still love and care about you."

And that's all she needed to squeeze you tighter and murmur more apologies and thank you's, and even promises of taking breaks and not lashing out on others from stress. <3

[tixuctoad]

General Creepypasta HCs

General TW/CW for gore/violence/ect

If I need to add any extra warnings let me know!!

Not proof read btw

I have an au that all of them are in the same universe!! All the characters that can age (basically any of them that aren't undead or whatever) are aged up !!

Im still not sure by how many years, but it's in the 8-9 year range!! So!! This will be applied!!

Also cringe ahead because I've combined fanon n canon stuff !!

Eyeless Jack 🍖

You know that one backstory someone wrote for EJ, where he was a student who got dragged into a cult sacrifice thingy? Yeah!! That's what I base my verison of EJ on!! Of course, I'm still gonna work in EJs OG creepypasta in, if I ever write out this whole au, be it comic or fic form

Funky possession stuff. Jack is still there, along with the silly flesh eating demon in his silly body

He doesn't really. Want to eat people. I mean, does anyone? But it's really the only thing he can actually. Digest and get energy from now

Still humanoid, but his looks will degrade and become more monstrous as time passes and he consumes more flesh

Hermit, he wants to separate and isolate himself. He thinks it'll help lower his body count

Lives in the woods, probably builds a little shelter somewhere

Short king, about 5'5

But stocky

Bites at his fingers n shit when his mind slips and desires flesh

Dude he's so over it

Jeff the Killer 🔪

Okayokay so. I *personally* HC Jeff to be FtM trans so!! Yeah!!

His sight is all sorts of fucked up, because, yk, he messed up his eyelids

Eyedrops are his best friend

Is it realistic? Probably not, but lets be real, was he ever realistic? No. He never was

Tall stringbean, 5'11 and has a nasty punch

In my au, Jeff actually does feel some remorse for (mostly) everything he did; especially things regarding what he did to his own, and Jane's family

While he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to make things right, he is mellowed out in the killer department

Kinda bounces around, doesn't stick in one place long. Cuz. Yk

Though if I were to impliment the slender mansion into this au, or at lesst some sort of stand in, I think Jeff would be there

Would probably patrol the grounds to make sure no intruders come

Oh but going back a few lines, don't get me wrong; Jeff is still the arrogant asshat the bulk of the fandom portrays him as

Jane the Killer 💅

I need to reread her story tbh, but for the most part it plays out the same; Jeff still destroys her family and messes her up

Unlike most the others, though, I feel like Jane still has a place in society; in terms she can go out into the streets and do whatever. She's not really. A killer like the others

She's still gunning for Jeff, though. Literally all she wants is revenge and then she can live her life in peace

Probably lives with a relative and works in town

When she's not trying to track Jeff, I feel like she does volunteer work

I don't really have much on her atm

Laughing Jack 🍬

Ooooough I love a guardian/imaginary friend character being corrupted by their maker yall dont get it

The whole "Issac becoming a murderer shaped Laughing Jack into one without intending to" thing has me in a death grip

Can puff into black smoke, and he uses that to fuck with people; be it other creepypastas, or with his victims

Often times has his tongue sticking out between his teeth

REALLY tall, I'm talking like 8 feet tall; but I like to think he can manipulate his height, so he can be as short or as tall as he'd like

Calls everyone silly pet names (E.g. "Sweets", "Gumdrop", "Toots", ect)

Have you ever seen Spinel from Steven Universe move? Yeah he moves like that

Noodle arms n legs

Perma smiler

Sometimes, if you land a stab on him, candy and confetti comes out of the wound; alongside thick, tar like blood

Laughing Jill 🥀

While L. Jack is more... fleshy? Laughing Jill takes on a more doll like appearance; at least for my take on her design!!

Real short because of it; like. 3-ish feet tall

Don't let that fool you!! This ankle biter is stronger than she looks!!

In my au she's more benevolent and caring, opting to take on a protector sort of role

I wanna make a storyline with her and Jane, where she's helping Jane track Jeff. Need to figure out how the two end up meeting, though

I dont have much on her yet either tbh

Ben Drowned ⛓

I'll admit, I wasn't aware there was a lot more lore with Ben, but since this is mostly based around the og version of ben the fandom took n ran with, I'll only really touch on the original ideas of the creepypasta

When he initially died, his soul got bound to his game; I feel like in his ghosty form he looks like how he looked when he was alive mixed with Link + other traits (his eyes being all messed up, his skin being blue with dark viens, ect ect)

He CAN bounce from device to device though it's. Hard, I'd assume

Can rarely exit the screen though

So literally if I ever make a fic or comic and he's there, someone's gonna have to be carrying him around on their phone

Imagine he's on his DS and you're arguing with him and as he's about to say something mean you just. Shut it

What's he gonna do? Open it? Spoiler, he can't open it

Because of this, he can't really. Do much physical harm to anyone; and instead has to rely on bullying someone to death (/hj)

When he does manage to exit a screen, it's v brief, and the occurrences are rare

His hair swishes around!! Like he's underwater

Bastard

Since he's like 13-14, and can't really. Age. He still acts like your standard annoying 14 year old boy. Probably really whiny n shit

Yk how some fans interpret Ben as a flirt (which is weird bc. Hes a kid)? Weeeell.. I guess that's kinda how my Ben is. But instead of being "good" at it its really fuckin cringe and annoying

Hes just some annoying young teen, yk?

That's all I got right now!! I would love to write more for these lads in the future but!!! Idk!!! Not sure if it'll be in comic form, or as writing

And if it is in writing, idk if it'll be one continuous story, or if it'll be in chapters

Idk!!!!!

[andromeda-nova-writing]

for the publish works asks 👀

🐟 + 🦈 and bonus! 🦭 -- @milkstore

🐟 a fluffy/sweet quote from a published work

“Let’s get you to bed then. As much as I love all sides of you. I don’t think the world is ready for such poetry of ‘Can’t word right’. You might be considered a genius and then how would I be able to see you then?” Ayato stood up and held a hand out.

Late Nights Under the Stars

Cut back to me kicking and giggling as I write this line from this fic. It's so sweet yet so teasing. Making fun of someone with every ounce of love dripping from the words is my favorite thing to see and I will write that shit whenever I get the chance.

(Rest under the cut)

🦈 recommend a complete fic!

Books and Ballgowns

It's a short fic that is about 700ish words. The reader is oblivious without it being overbearing lending this being a fluffy and funny read. It's definitely one of the Kaeya fics I have that I think still holds up super well.

🦭 recommend a partially published wip!

Now I don't have anything partially published but the next wip I have that I think I should be posting soon is Your Help is so Sugary Sweet. It's a fic for Thoma. This is the working summary of the fic (in other words my outline): Reader struggles at making things for a cousin’s bake sale. Reader finds out she can't bake. Thoma comes to save the day. Reader discovers she might have a thing for Thoma at the sight of him rolling out cookie dough.

and to make this partially published I offer a little excerpt of the fic.

Thoma followed behind heading into the kitchen only to be met with the sight of burned sugar cookies and ingredients used up on the counter. It was his own personal nightmare. Dishes were stacked in the sink. Flour and sugar covered the floor. On the counter where the cookies were rolled out, there were spots where dough stuck to the counter from not enough flour being placed down. There was a bowl that contained the yolks from eggs for some ungodly reason.  "I was wrong to have faith in you," was all he could say as he processed what he was witnessing. Y/N turned around, lighter in hand. “Thoma!” She whined. “You have a bowl of egg yolk on the counter. How else am I supposed to react? It's like a tornado came through here.” “I thought the cookies would look less yellow. If there’s white cake and yellow cake, doesn't that mean there should be white and yellow sugar cookies?” It was a genuine question with a train of thought that ran off the rails off a cliff into the ocean in the middle of a hurricane.

[basiccortez]

Say No To This- JTK

note: in honor of me finally picking a lane I present: a spicy fic ahaha. I'm still learning and improving my spicy fic writing so don't be mean to me. anyway REQUESTS OPEN

warnings: smutty, cheating, cursing, reader goes fucking crazy

taglist form (i promise I will get my shit together and will be better at this. I'm a work in progress people:)

Did she feel bad? Of course she did. It was dirty, and disgusting, and a thousand other kinds of wrong and stupid. But to her, it was like a drug. Jacob Thomas Kiszka was a drug. He was intoxicating from the first time she had ever laid eyes on him. His band had been playing the Greek Theater, and your friends had begged you to go. The overall sound of the band was intoxicating from the pounding of the drums to the sweet voice that filled your ears to the magnificent art of the piano player. But what really seemed to take over her 5 senses was the guitar player.

Y/N had taken over Jake too. Her confidence is what stood out to him as he watched her in the bar that night. The way she could get a guy to buy her a drink with a simple look, to the way she could clear a path and drag some poor soul to the dance floor. Jake knew he shouldn’t have gotten jealous and possessive over a woman he didn’t even know, but there was something in the way her hips were swaying and grinding on the stranger that made Jake flood with anger. He pushed off his seat and made his way over to her, the flashing lights and loud music almost disorienting as he got to her and pushed the sorry sucker out of the way.

“That wasn’t nice,” She said to him, as Jake’s rough hands took over from where the strangers had been.

“Don’t give a fuck,” Jake said, his hot breath fanning over her neck, “You’re mine.”

“But am I?” Y/N asked innocently, taking her left hand and running it over Jake’s. Jake glanced down at her hand and smirked. He knew there was something about her and this explained it.

“Left the husband at home?”

“He’s banging the intern,”

“Even better,” Jake smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her neck, “You catch them?”

“Panties in his pocket that weren’t mine,”

“God, what a child,” Jake said and pressed against her ass. She giggled at the feeling of his hard-on. Jake’s hands wandered down her body to her thighs, which were exposed from her short skirt. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and gripped the back of his neck, bringing his head down to hers. Their lips connected in a hot fit of passion. Her hands tangling in his hair, their teeth clashing, and his hands running up the inside of her thigh. His hand felt hot as it moved ever so slowly towards the place where she wanted him the most. Jake could hear the small whimpers leaving her mouth, her hips trying to get a bit of friction and relief from his hand.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Please,” Y/N sighed and Jake smirked.

That night was the night that did it. Sealed the deal for Jake and Y/N. Their sneaking around got insistent. Y/N spent more time going home to Jake than she did to her own husband. She didn’t dare to bring Jake to her own house, it really wasn’t even her house, it was her husband’s house. She felt less guilty about rolling around in Jake’s bed than the one she shared with her husband every night.

Y/N also pretended like things were still normal between her and her husband. She woke up every morning at 6 with him to go to the gym, and then helped him cook breakfast when they got done. She always packed him his lunch and laid out his clothes while he took a shower. She kissed his lips goodbye and told him she loved him. It was the second his white Porsche was out of the driveway, she was texting Jake how much she missed him.

“What’s got you looking at your phone all funny?” Josh asked his twin.

“Oh nothing,” Jake shrugged, responding back to the dirty message Y/N had sent him.

“This got something to do with the trophy wife you’ve been banging?” Jake looked at his twin with wide eyes, how the fuck did he know about Y/N?, “You aren’t as secretive as you think you are. But do you even know who her husband is?”

“Some prick who’s banging the intern,” Jake shrugged.

“How about the exec of the fucking label that fucking owns us,” Josh said pointing to the man in the expensive suit that was shaking hands with Danny and Sam.

“You’re fucking joking,” Jake said, “How do you know?”

“I did some digging once you said her name,” Josh said, “Y/N L/N is also Y/N King, she’s married to that prick,”

Jake scoffed and clenched his jaw. He had fallen in love with forbidden fruit. For the one thing he actually couldn’t have. Josh elbowed his twin and made him stand up to greet Eli King, the head exec for Lava Records. Jake played nice, well as nice as he could with the thoughts of his boss’s wife down on her knees sucking him off just days before in the very studio he owns. Josh introduced himself to Eli, explaining what he does in the band and what they were working on.

“And you must be Jake,” Eli said, “I love the work you’ve been doing,”

“Thanks man,” Jake said shaking his hand, “Means a lot,”

“My wife has been nonstop talking about you guys. She’s a big fan,”

“So am I,” Jake slipped out and Josh elbowed him in the ribs, “I mean we are fans of your wife cause she’s a fan of us. . . we’re fans of anyone who is fans of- how about I play you this solo I’ve been working on,”

“I’d like to hear it,” Eli said and Jake nodded, walking into the booth. Josh cursed his brother out in his head and watched his interaction with Eli. Jake tried pushing the thoughts of Y/N out of his head as he played his solo for her husband, but he couldn’t. He knew that he couldn’t say no to her, she was his weakness. And clearly Eli didn’t care enough either. Jake had noticed the dark purple mark on his neck, his shirt was mismatched buttoned, and that his wedding ring wasn’t on his hand. Jake knew Y/N and knew that she wouldn’t let her husband walk out of the house looking a mess. It seemed like hours until Eli left, but not before inviting the band to his house for his wife’s birthday party.

“She’d love to have you all there,” Eli smirked, “She’s kind of an attention whore like that.”

“We’ll be there,” Jake said giving him fake smile.

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When Jake got home from the studio that day, he wasn’t surprised seeing the blacked out mustang in his driveway. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, seeing the trail of clothes in his hallway. He knew where she was and her current state on undress, she had sent him pictures of her stark naked against his white sheets. Jake decided to prolong her waiting, knowing that she could hear him walking into the house.

Jake whistled as he walked to the kitchen and chuckled seeing an empty wine glass on the counter, remanites of red wine in it and red lipstick on the top. Jake was thinking in his head on how he planned on confronting her about not telling him about her husband’s job occupation. He thought to himself, there was no way she didn’t know they were signed to his label. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his shelf, and then walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

His eyes about fell out of his head at the sight. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her fingers buried deep within in her, moans and gasps leaving her pink lips. Jake smirked and leaned against the door frame, watching her. She was mesmerizing, the way her hips bucked and she thrashed with pleasure.

“You gonna watch me, or help me?” Y/N asked and Jake shook his head, crossing the treshold.

“You’re in trouble,” Jake said pointing at her, “When were you gonna tell me the scum bag cheating husband owned our record label?”

“You never asked what he did,” Y/N shrugged, using her other hand to rub circles on her clit.

“Stop,”

“Make me,”

Jake set his bottle down, and climbed on the bed, taking her hands away from her dripping core. She let out a wine and Jake chuckled, “You were sending me dirty texts and pictures while I had to lie to your husband about knowing you. I probably know you better than him. Tell me sweetheart, when was the last time you let him fuck you?”

“How long you been fucking me?”

Jake smirked, “Seems like I got everything. My girl, my pussy,”

Jake’s rough hand slowly made it’s way up her thighs, the roughness of his fingers made her moan. The pad of his finger grazed her clit lightly, making her jump. Jake gently pushed his finger into her wet core, making them both moan at the feeling.

“More, Jake, please,” Y/N moaned as Jake added another finger into her. He slowly moved them in and out, curling them to reach her g-spot, “Fuck me, Jake. Make me feel good, make me yours,”

Jake pulled away and undid his pants. Y/N knelt on her knees and undid the rest of his buttons on his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders. The sparkle of the diamond ring on her hand always caught his attention. She never took it off, and it was a constant reminder that she wasn’t really his. Jake felt guilty whenever he felt the cool metal against his body. He wondered why she didn’t take her ring off like her husband did. Jake pushed her back down on the bed, and then grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to the edge. Y/N let out a giggle and Jake opened her legs by pushing her knees down. He let out a hot breath against her pussy that made her jump, before spiting on it for added lubrication. Jake pumped himself a couple times, before pushing his head through her folds.

“Jesus fuck,” Y/N moaned out, her back arching, as Jake leaned down and kissed her, pushing his lips flushed with her pelvis. Jake looked down at her perfect features, feeling her hands run over her shoulders, “You gonna stare at me, or fuck me?”

“You need to shut up,” Jake said and started moving his hips at a bruising pace. Y/N’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as all coherent thoughts left her mind. Jake’s lips found her neck, kissing and sucking, for sure leaving behind marks. Her manicured nails dug their way into his back, leaving red angry scratch marks behind.

All the anger that had built up over the day, having to listen to Eli talk about Y/N like she was his most prized possession drove Jake crazy. He wanted so badly to shut him up and show him the pictures or the videos of his wife in his bed. Jake took his left hand, and wrapped it around Y/N’s throat, squeezing the sides of it.

“Yeah, you like that?” Jake asked, and felt her clench around his dick, “I know you do. You like being choked,” Jake pulled out and quickly turned her over to her stomach. Y/N groaned at the loss of him from inside her, but let out a yelp as he smacked her ass, and slid back inside her.

Jake was relentless, his hips slamming into her plump ass over and over again. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her back against him. Jake bit her cheek lightly, and she moaned at the feeling.

“You gonna cum baby? You gonna be a good little whore and come for me?” Jake asked her, his voice dripping with desire. All Y/N could do was nodded and Jake smirked, “Then cum baby, all over my cock, cum for me,”

Y/N came loudly, her moans echoing off the walls as warmth spread throughout her body. Jake was close behind her, spilling white, hot ropes of cum into her warm pussy. Jake groaned at the feeling and let his head drop back in pleasure. He stilled inside her, letting the feeling of euphoria fill his body. He looked down at Y/N who looked completely fucked out. He pulled out of her slowly, and Y/N let out a small whimper. He walked to his bathroom and grabbed a warm, damp wash cloth and helped her clean herself off. Jake helped her up off the bed and walked her to the bathroom. He stood outside the door in his boxers as she did her thing.

“I met your husband today,” Jake said and Y/N froze.

“You did?” Her voice sounded light and faraway, “Where?”

“At the recording studio,”

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. There were deep, dark hickies on her throat and collarbones. She noticed the small finger like bruises on her hips and a hand print on her ass, “Oh,”

“Yeah, oh. Were you ever going to tell me that he owned our label?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and opened the bathroom door, “Didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Didn’t think- Y/N, he holds my whole career in his hands,”

“He actually doesn’t. He’s just a partner,” Y/N said, walking over to Jake’s closet and looking for a shirt to wear, “What did you say to him?”

“That his wife calls me daddy and sucks my dick,” Jake said in a serious voice. Y/N dropped the shirt in her hands and looked at him, “I’m joking,”

“Not funny,” Y/N rolled her eyes picking up the shirt and slipping it on her body. She walked over to Jake, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands went straight to her hips, pulling her into him, “My birthday party is this weekend-“

“I know, princess,” Jake said, “We’re invited. All of us,”

Y/N smiled and kiss his lips softly, “Perfect.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,”

“A perfect way to die if you ask me,”

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The party had to be perfect. Y/N made sure it was perfect. Eli was pulling out all the stops to make his wife happy. The couple had been fighting more and more, and Eli was doing what he could to make his wife happy, even if that meant having a significant dent in his bank account. Y/N chose a black tie event, making it one of the most elegant parties that Lava Records had put on in months. Y/N had hired chefs from France, imported wine from Italian vineyards, had a hand crafted dress from Donatella Versace herself. The night was to be perfect.

“Princess?” Eli asked, walking into the bedroom, seeing her dressed in red lingerie, “I thought it was your birthday not mine,” He smirked walking into the room.

“Nice try,” Y/N smirked and walked into the bathroom, “Go greet the guests please, I’ll be down soon,”

“Fashionably late like always,” Eli muttered and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’ll see you down there,”

Y/N let her stylist finish her make up and hair. She thanked them nicely and finished getting ready as there was a knock on her bedroom door, “Eli, I already told you-“

“Eli? I didn’t think you were getting us confused already, sweetheart,” Jake’s sultry voice said filling the air, “Looking good, baby,”

Y/N felt a surge of confidence flood through her body as he sauntered over to him. He looked delicious in his navy blue suit that Y/N insisted on him wearing. If there wasn’t a hurry for her to get down to her own party, she would’ve been on her knees for him. Y/N bit her lip and grabbed her dress, unzipping it and stepping into it. She pulled it up her body and Jake moved quickly, walking behind her, so he could zip it up.

“You’re perfect,” Jake whispered, his breath hitting her neck, “You’re also mine,”

“Play nice Jacob, your boss is out there,”

“Fuck him,” Jake sneered and kissed her neck softly, “Come find me later, so I can give you your birthday gift,” Jake patted her ass softly and turned on his heel to leave. Y/N took a deep breath as she listened to his footsteps fade, before following him down to the party.

Everything was perfect, and Y/N was soaking up every ounce of attention she could get. Eli was by her side the whole time, his hand on the small of her back, and the silver band on his ring finger was mocking Jake the whole time. To everyone, they seemed like the perfect couple, happy in their own world. But Jake knew the truth. Besides just fucking her, he had learned everything about her. He knew that she basically came from nothing, and worked hard to put herself through college, studying marketing and event planning, that’s how she met Eli. He knew of their fights, how Eli had accused Y/N of only marrying him for money and security, when in fact, at one time, she did love him. Jake had held her and listened to her as she cried about Eli coming home late, mumbling some other woman’s name, smelling of another woman, and deep red lipstick smeared on his shirt collar.

“Unclench your ass,” Sam said nudging his brother. Jake looked at him confused, “You look like you’re going to commit a federal crime.”

“Maybe I am,” Jake shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

“You think he knows?”

“What? That I’m fucking his wife? I don’t know,”

“Why couldn’t you go for a woman who’s not married. Why did it have to be her?”

The words bounce around in Jake’s head: why did it have to be her? Truth was, Jake really didn’t know. All he did know, was that he loved her, “I love her,”

“She’s married,”

“I know. But I love her,” Jake said, and looked at his empty glass, “I’m going to get another drink.” Jake looked up just to see Eli pulling a smirking Y/N into the house, “Or maybe the whole bottle,”

Eli’s lips smashed against Y/N’s as he held her against the wall in some random dark hallway of their house. Y/N’s lips tasted like the rose she had been drinking. Eli made sure to have her drink full, knowing very well that it made her promiscuous. His hands roamed her body, as his lips fell to her neck. Y/N moaned as Eli ground his hips against hers.

“So pretty,” Eli whispered, “So fucking pretty, but such a fucking slut,”

“What?” Y/N said.

“I can see the way the guitar player of that little band you like keeps eye fucking you all night,” Eli smirked, “He wants what he can’t have, and its funny,”

Y/N thought she had been caught, all the blood drained from her body, making her head spin. But when Eli went back to gripping her ass and kissing her, she realized that she hadn’t been caught, well not entirely. Y/N smiled and kissed her husband back, but pushed him back gently.

“Not until later,” Y/N whispered seductively, “I can’t have you ruining my makeup before the night is over,”

“Please, baby, it’s been too long,” Eli whined, rutting his hips against hers.

“After,” Y/N said and Eli smirked, kissing her one more time. Y/N watched as Eli adjusted himself, before walking back out to the crowd. Y/N followed behind him back out. She shot a look over to Jake, his face hard to read. Jake looked at her, he knew they weren’t gone long enough for her to be satisfied, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get him off with her sweet mouth and hands.

Jake ended up leaving the party earlier than his brothers, not being able to stand the way Eli and Y/N were behaving. He had no right to be angry over it, they were husband and wife, they were acting like husband and wife. Jake shrugged off his jacket and kicked his shoes off, walking up to his bed alone. He flopped down on the soft mattress and couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing right now. If she was on her knees for Eli, if he was making her scream and shake like he could. Or, better yet, Y/N imagined it was Jake pounding into her instead of Eli.

Y/N sat at her vanity, and took the pins out of her hair, sighing at the feeling of letting her hair be free. She had stripped out of her dress and hung it up in her closet. Eli was busy making sure everything got cleaned up. Y/N whistled a tune as she brushed out her hair out. She set her brush down and stood up from her spot and walked over to the large windows that over looked the backyard. She scoffed, seeing Eli shoving his tongue down some young waitress’s throat. Y/N tried not to cry, believing this was her karma for everything she had done with Jake. Y/N shook her head and laughed, this was perfect. Everything was fucking perfect. She changed into some comfortable pajamas before writing a note and posting it on the door. She slammed the door shut and locked it, knowing that Eli was going to saunter in at some point in time and want to fuck her.

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The next morning, Y/N went on with her usual routine. Gym, breakfast, shower, make Eli’s lunch, lay out his clothes. But today, she purposely forgot to pack him his water bottle, knowing that he would be back for it. Eli fixed his tie in the mirror by the front door, as Y/N stood in her bathrobe.

“I’ll probably be late tonight, so don’t wait up,” Eli said, “Okay, baby,”

Y/N gave him a fake smile, “Okay, I love you,” She kissed his lips and his hand squeezed her ass.

“I love you too, I’ll see you when I get home,”

“Okay,” Y/N said as he left the house, “No the fuck you won’t, bastard,” She muttered, and smirked running up the stairs. She turned on her house speakers, and pressed play on the first song on her ‘Revenge’ playlist. The intro chords to safari song filled the air and Y/N let out a sinister giggle as she walked over the her shared closet with Eli. She ran her fingers over the designer clothes and shoes and watches. She lit a cigarette before grabbing an arms full of his clothes and pushed the door to the balcony open. As if the stars had alined perfectly.

“Hey baby, I forgot my- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Eli yelled looking up at her with his clothes in her hands.

“FUCKING CHEATER!!” Y/N yelled and threw his clothes into the pool below.

“Y/N, BABY COME ON!”

“SUCK MY DICK!” Y/N yelled as she threw a pair of his Chelsea boots over the balcony.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU!”

“I WATCHED YOU!”

“WHAT?!”

“I WATCHED AS YOUR DICK WENT ON A CHEERLEADER HUNT LAST NIGHT!”

Eli scoffed and shook his head as Y/N threw a couple of his Grammys over the side to go crashing into the pool, “Okay, NOW YOU’VE REALLY LOST IT! I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING THAT GUITAR PLAYER!”

“AT LEAST HE CAN MAKE ME CUM!” Y/N yelled as she threw anything she could get her hands on; suits, watches, shoes, platinum records, ties, sunglasses. Eli shook his head, having enough and storming into the house. Y/N yelped and quickly ran out of the room. She grabbed her phone and a bag she had packed last night tucked in her closet.

“Where are you going!?” Eli said, crashing into her small frame at the bottom of the stairs, “You’re just gonna go all pyscho on me and ditch out?”

“I am doing more than just ditching out,” Y/N said and threw the diamond ring at his face, “I’m leaving your ass,”

“Oh really?!” Eli laughed, “And where will you go? You have nothing, Y/N, you live off of me.”

“Thank god you made me sign that pre-nup then,” Y/N smirked, “My money stayed my money, and last time I knew. . . Lava was dumping you as an exec, meaning. . . sorry buddy, but as the great Ice Cube once said: “Broke as a mother-fucking joke,” Y/N spit in his face and pushed past him, “Better think twice before you go on a fucking cheerleader hunt next time.”

“Like I don’t have enough shit to worry about!? I got you causing issues now! It wasn’t my fault!”

“And it wasn’t my pussy!” Y/N yelled as she stormed out of the house. She raced into her mustang, and let it roar to life as she sped away from her home. The last image she got was of Eli sitting down on the front steps in defeat, hanging his head in his hands. She laughed as she turned on her stereo, blaring Safari Song as loud as her speakers could do.

Jake felt like shit. He hardly slept last night, and didn’t feel like working at all today. He sat in silence as his brothers worked around him, messing with different things in the studio. His phone, which was usually going crazy with texts, snaps, and tiktok messages had been silent all morning. Maybe Y/N had finally come to her senses and decided to end her little relationship with Jake, and this was her way of doing it. Jake should’ve known eventually she would choose the man she married over the man she was just sleeping around with.

“Hey, I know it hurts but-“ Sam started saying as the door was pushed open.

“Jake!” Y/N yelled storming into the studio.

“What-“

“Are you in your bathrobe?” Josh asked looking at the girl.

“Yes, but that’s besides the point. I left him,”

“You left him!?” Josh asked again.

“Josh, right?” Y/N asked the curly haired man next to her.

“Yeah,”

“Shut up, please,” Y/N said and then directed her eyes back to the other twin, “Jake I love you. And I went all ‘Diary of A Mad Black Woman’ on Eli and threw his clothes, and boots and watches, and a couple Grammys into the pool-“

“You threw his gram-“ Josh was about to ask but Y/N glared at him, “We’ll be in the next room,” Josh said and nodded his head towards Sam and Danny. The three of them left Jake and Y/N alone and Jake walked over to her.

“You are probably the craziest woman I have ever met,” Jake said, “But I am so stupidly in love with you, that it’s making me crazy too,” Jake pulled her into him and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her body not wanting the moment to pass. Jake pulled back and then looked at her, really looked at her. She was still in her bathrobe, but had her pajamas, which consisted of a ratted USC Trojans t-shirt and playboy sleep shorts, on underneath, “So. . . you went all what and threw what?”

Y/N giggled and shook her head, leaning her head on his chest, “That’s a story for another day. . . or for TMZ.”

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[5sosdrfluke]

Loved your plus size HC. Can you right a fic with Luke where Y/N is a little bit chubby and really short? Like she's not plus sized but she has a tummy and she's really insecure about that cause people always told her that then she's wondering why he's w/ her but Lu doesn't care that she doesn't have a model body and it's just really fluffy.

Yes! I absolutely can! I definitely relate to the very short with a tummy so I feeeeel!

"Luke, just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean that I won't bite you," you muttered and crossed your arms.

Luke's arm was rested on the top of your head and he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Oh c'mon, Y/N. You're the only one I can do this to."

"We are in public, ya noob," you blushed slightly. Currently, you were both in line at a coffee shop waiting to order.

Luke chuckled and slid his arm around your shoulders instead. "Alright. I'll behave."

You shook your head but couldn't stop the smile that started to appear on your face. He always teased you about your height and used it to his advantage. Usually as an armrest. All jokes aside, Luke adored the way you fit perfectly against his chest and used any opportunity he could to hug you against him.

Once you placed your order, Luke led you to a small table and instructed you to sit while he waited for the drinks. You took a seat as you were told and took a moment to glance around the coffee shop. So many interesting people lived in LA and it was always entertaining to see the different outfits and hair colors.

A group of tall, leggy girls strolled into the shop looking like they stepped out of a Vogue cover. The three of them were slim and wearing skintight clothing that accentuated their bodies. They looked so confident and gorgeous.

You frowned a bit and looked down at your own stomach. It was definitely chubby. Not thin like those girls. You poked at your tummy and peered back at the girls with the "perfect" bodies.

"Here you go, love," Luke interrupted your thoughts and set your drink in front of you before settling down in the chair across from you.

You looked up at him and cleared your throat. "Thanks."

His eyes scanned your face and his eyebrow raised in confusion. "Are you alright, babe?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you mumbled and played with the paper cup in front of you.

Luke gently moved the cup out of your hands and slid it to his side of the table. You started to protest when he held up a hand to stop you.

"You can have your coffee back when you tell me what's really wrong," he explained.

Letting out a soft sigh, you sat up a bit straighter in the chair. "I'm just really wondering why you're with me."

"I did drive us both here, so that's part of why I'm with you," he teased.

"You know what I mean, Lu."

He drummed his fingers against the side of his coffee cup and collected his thoughts. A few curls fell around his eyes and he ran a hand through them to tame them.

"I'm with you, Y/N, because you're kind, loving, sweet, funny, charming, beautiful, and smart," he stated matter of fact.

"But you live in LA. There are so many models and girls more suited to your type."

He scoffed quietly. "My type? Baby, you're my type. You're a model to me. My sweet girlfriend."

"I don't have a flat tummy," you said softly.

He looked at your eyes and his expression softened. "Is that what this is about?"

You nodded.

Luke gathered both coffee cups and handed you yours while he offered his hand. You took the coffee and his hand and stood from the chair.

"Where are we going?" You asked, slightly worried.

"Somewhere safe."

It turned out that somewhere safe was at his place in front of a big mirror. He stood you in front of it and rested his hands on your hips.

"Luke, what are we doing?" You protested.

"Shh. I'm getting there," he murmured and moved you closer to his body so your back was flush with his torso and chest.

You couldn't even look at the mirror and wished he would just let you go.

"Okay. Look in the mirror, sweetheart," he spoke softly.

You hesitated for a moment and sucked in a deep breath before you finally confronted your reflection.

"What do you see?"

You looked yourself up and down. You saw flaws, a chubby stomach, and a gorgeous man behind you. "Luke."

"I see a beautiful, strong, healthy woman," he started, "that means so much to me. I see a woman that never fails to make me smile. I see beautiful legs that carry you wherever you go. I see warm arms that wrap so nicely around me. I see an adorable tummy that keeps you alive with good food and water. I see lips that kiss me back and eyes that look into mine."

His words sunk into your mind and emotions started to bubble up in your chest.

"I see my wonderful girlfriend that I love so much. No matter what. I fell for all of you." His hands skimmed over your hips and up to your stomach where they rested so gently. He gave you a soft squeeze and held you close.

"You love my stomach too?"

He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I love your stomach, baby. It's soft, huggable, and a part of you."

You glanced back into the mirror and saw the way his hands were rested on your stomach. Touching you with love and affection.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

You dashed away a few stray tears that had rolled down your cheeks and allowed yourself to believe it.

Luke gently spun you in his arms so that you were now facing him and he hugged you tight against his tall frame. The feeling of his arms and chest made you feel safe and wanted. Your body began to relax into his and his hands rubbed your back.

"That's my girl," Luke murmured and placed his head atop yours.

"Thank you, Lu. I love you so much."

He grinned and kissed the top of your head and held you tight. "I love you too, sweetheart. Let's go find Petunia and have us a little cuddle sesh yeah?"

You nodded and followed him to his bed and laughed when he laid you down on the soft blankets.

"Piggy!" Luke called out and kicked off his shoes. He climbed on the bed beside you and flung his arm around you.

A few moments later, the sound of clacking nails raced across the hardwood floors and a small body launched itself onto the bed.

"Hi, Petunia," you cooed.

She responded with a snort and a lick to your cheek.

Luke beamed and reached to scratch her ears. "Now I have my favorite girls together."

You snuggled against both of them and warmth spread throughout your body. It felt like home.

"You will always be beautiful in my eyes, Y/N. I will always be here to remind you."

(I may have gone slightly overboard with the length, but I felt like it. That's all I have to say about that. I hope you like it anon!! -Kenzie xx)

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[xmalfoyweasleyx]

too harsh - F.W x reader

a/n: decided to write another short angst to fluff fic!! enjoy. It’s about an insecure reader but I AM insecure about this writing!! :((

summary: dating Fred can be hard, his harshness makes you insecure sometimes

warnings: angst but very fluffy ending, kinda rude fred, insecure reader, very very brief mention of sex

I was standing in the middle of the great hall when it happened. The green slime was dripping off my body. I couldn't believe it, why did he keep doing this? My own fucking boyfriend.

A warmth full of embarrassment painted my face. They ware all looking at me. It might seem silly but I had to hold back tears, this was the last straw.

Then a laughing boy stood right in front of me. It was Fred, making fun of his view.

"Fred" I whispered biting my tongue trying to not freak out.

"You look silly" he laughed

I was frozen and couldn't answer. He didn't know those words hurt me. He never knows, I don't tell him. But this words (to me they sound like insults) make me more and more insecure everyday.

Maybe I was just imagining it right now but Fred looked at me like I was ugly, something to laugh at. Not the way a boyfriend should look at his girlfriend.

"Leave me alone" I pushed out and ran out of the great hall.

I walked through the corridors, not really knowing where I was going.

"Y/n" I heard Fred shouting behind me.

I took a deep breath. I knew I would start crying when I'd utter another word.

"What's wrong? We can wash it out" he said when I finally turned to him.

"Why do you keep pranking me in front of those people?" I tried to say without a crack in my voice.

"Aaaah y/n/n, you know you actually like it" he said smiling.

"No. I don't." I answered blankly.

"Don't be silly now" Fred said almost rolling his eyes.

"THAT! Exactly that Fred, that's what’s bothering me. That look of you, those words. Do you even love me? No, actually LIKE me as a person?" I shouted now angrily, everything coming out.

Fred his eyes grew wide, totally not expecting this.

"What do you mean?" he frowned stepping closer and stroking my arm.

Yes, Fred his body language was great, he touched me, grabbed me, kissed me, stroked me, hugged me all the time. But his looks, his words, his acts, those were totally different.

I took a step back when he touched my arm, i had to fight harder and harder to not start crying. He was, again, surprised by me waving him off.

"Do you even hear what you say to me and how you look at me and how you embarrass me Fred. I can't do this any more. I tried, really. But you just bring out insecurities I didn't even know I had" I rattled a whole dialogue now.

"I really didn't realize, baby please explain" he whispered. The nickname and his sweet face made me calm down a little.

"You just slip everything out, you don't think when you say or do something Freddie. You laugh at me. You call me silly. You even tell me I look bad. Or there was one time you said that I act stupid. Sometimes you look at me like I’m a bloody garden gnome.” I said with tears in my eyes.

“I-i-i... i didn’t....” he tried but it was silent.

“Do you like me Fred? I’m your girlfriend for 6 months and I don’t even know if you LIKE ME!” I was getting mad again.

“Stop being so insecure” he said. Totally the wrong thing to say right now.

“Well, it’s your fault!” I screamed running away to my dorm.

He didn’t even answer it. What if he did not even like me maybe I was just a cure for boredom or an easy way to get sex. Does he even think I’m pretty?

Thoughts and new insecurities filled my head. I couldn’t sleep that night.

The next day I tried to avoid Fred and I was successful. When I caught a glimpse of him I could get away just in time.

I got too scared to hear it. To hear him say the truth. Scared to hear the boy I love since for ever say he doesn’t love me back. Or maybe he’ll just say I overreact.

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That evening I was taking a walk next to the lake. It was calm out here. I loved it.

But it was a little too calm without Fred. Maybe I shouldn’t have overreacted that much? Or maybe my reaction was the right thing to do?

“I love you” I heard someone say behind me.

I almost jumped and turned around.

“God you scared me Fred” I breathed.

“I really do. I love you. And I do like you. I like your smile and when you giggle, that’s why I keep pranking you. Because of the way you look at me when you laugh.” He explained with a nervous smile.

“Fred-“ I tried

“No. I mean, I didn’t want to insult you all the time, so you’re right. I think your cute when you get a little annoyed. I didn’t know it would make you insecure. Because you shouldn’t be and it’s my fault. You’re the prettiest and funniest and sweatest girl I know y/n. I just blurt things out without thinking. But then you get mad and you’re actually sexy when you’re mad but not this mad as now and I promise I’ll tell you how I feel more. Because I feel so much for you so much.” he rambled and rambled almost unintelligible.

His cute little smile while telling me those words made me forgive him immediately.

“It’s okay Freddie. I believe you. And I love you too” I smiled while finally getting closer to him.

“Oh fortunately. I was so scared you were going to leave me.” he breathed out while stroking my hair softly.

“Never” I smiled, grabbing his jaw and pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss.

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[cosmiclatte28]

Camboy (camboy ty x reader) suggestive, smut 🔞

a.n : oh no, it's officially my first more than suggestive (i mean i go more than i usually did... sorry if it's messy or bad i am not a smut writer) but here's a camboy ty x reader, where he is requested to be subby/ Oh it's also my first fic with pictures in the middle (because y'all gonna be thirsty and wilding over him )

warning : toys, sub!Taeyong, noona (yeah i don't use mommy i use noona) and it's still suggestively safe.. curses? nothing that wild

here goes my first (extra almost smut) suggestive fic

i finished my promise.. tagging @mingisstar1117 @full-hd-sun and nah idk who to tag :))

“Welcome back to another night with your favorite boy, TY. It's Friday and I miss you guys a lot.” The man on the screen shows his toothy sweet smile, totally different from the charisma he can pull off in real life. You smile behind the camera as you sit back on the sofa behind the camera to watch your boyfriend does his weekly cam show which was the reason you first met him. You were a regular subscriber to his cam show where he acts like a sweet charming dreamy boyfriend every Friday evening. You were lucky to win one of his special lottery “a date with TY". You enter the lottery without much thought thinking your luck is not good enough to win. But well you won it and from one date to another coffee meet up and more hang outs. To first dates and first visits and voila you are his lover now. You click with him in so many ways, including those you'd rather keep secret in public.

“What will we do tonight?” he playfully asks his fans as he presses some buttons to change the mood lamp in his room You monitor his live by watching it from your phone and you grin when you see the comments. Taeyong's eyes grow wider when he also reads one comment that pops up from the rest. He glances at you and you nod. Taeyong clears his throat “Oh, lots of comments and hearts there! Thank you for the hearts.” He blows some flying kisses to the fans who donates money by sending hearts. “Since tonight you all are generous, I will consider doing anything you want. Please comment and I’ll do the most voted one.” He winks.

You raise your brow, did he really just say that in front of you? “Someone asks about the dating lottery. Well I did that one time and I am sadly not doing it again.” The handsome boy under the purple mood light chuckles lightly as he lays down lazily on his bed and brings his cam with him. “Why?” he reads the comment to communicate with the fans. You feel butterflies in your stomach, whenever you remember the first encounter and how you're his lover now just makes you feel so lucky. He looks at you and smirks “Because I belong to someone already. Right princess?” he glances at you and winks to which you slap his foot slowly and he winces “Aw she just slapped me.” He acts like he's in deep pain while looking at the camera

Oh gosh TY and his antiques! You choose to ignore him and just read the comments there. Oh they're all wild. “Baby, didn’t you promise them to do whatever is voted here?” your husky voice suddenly resonates in the purple lit room and of course in the rooms of all his listeners. Taeyong gulps when you stands up and shows your screen “The most voted one is to see you as a sub.” You step boldly into the camera, not showing your face but just your back and your long hair.

“(Y/n), what are you-" he whispers to you when you lean closer and closer to his ear. You give it a quick nibble and breathe “Do it, they want to see a sub TY and I can help you with your camera.” You smirk and hear a light whimper from the god under you. You disappear behind the camera again and giggle when the comment section is flooded with fans saying how hot the scene is. Well everyone will drool on you seeing that nice small jeans hugging your waist and a thin crop top.

Taeyong is still blushing so hard but the lighting makes it hideous. You clear your throat “Girls and guys, I will be helping him with the cameras. So, prepare to take screenshots and only for tonight this live won’t be saved. No recording, just screen captures okay?” you make the rule nice and clear because you don’t really want others to see a sub Taeyong but come on you're super thrilled too with this!

“Okay since I will be keeping my words, let's do this.” Taeyong smirks at you but his smirk fades when he sees you waving an object in front of him. You press your finger on your lips, telling him to keep quiet as you climb under him where the cameras cannot see you and swiftly tuck down his boxers and after one good lick and suck on his member just enough to make it wet, you slip in a vibrating ring on his aching member and tuck back his boxers. “Act like nothing is going on" you whisper on his ear while the camera is only showing one of his wall because Taeyong left it there when he sees you quick blowing him “What?” he still wants to protest but you press a small remote on your hand and he gasps when he feels the vibration. “They want you to pose, why don’t you be a good subby TY and pose for them?” your evil smirk comes to your face and Taeyong feels his cheeks burn. “Yes Noona,” he teases you back and you only click your tongue before turning the setting up by one notch.

“Ah" he closes his mouth with his hand when he realizes he's live and people are watching him.

He reappears in the cam, and after some more greeting and talking to the fans he finally get ready to pose. “Okay guys be ready, my girl will be helping me with the camera, so if it's ugly or the angle is wrong… blame her.” Taeyong playfully laughs to his fans who didn’t know what's happening under his shorts and boxers. Poor Taeyong is already jumpy when you pick up the camera and shows up in front of him only in your crop top and panties. Where the hell did your shorts go? Is all Taeyong can think about.

“Okay, pose one” you smile as you see Taeyong trying his best to still look manly with his pose under the purple light. He attempts to act like he's taking off his hoodie and oh that generous skin air time will make everyone drools. You even have to hold yourself from pulling it down and punishing him for that, but the show has to go on.

“Sexy, be more pliant Tyong,” you comment on him as you wave your remote to him and he groans because in this game he feels losing.

“The fans love it, but keyword is submissive honey,” you make the session heat up by making comments on him and tracking the fans hearts and requests. Oh gosh they're so generous in gifting moneys.

“Nicee!” You decide three is enough for his fans no way they're getting four.. that's for another time.

Taeyong groans but turns it into a moan when you press another button at your remote “One two three,” you focus the cam on Taeyong who's actually not ready but has to hold it for his fans to capture the picture

You send him a glare of warning but he cockily looks at the camera and says “Come on sweetie why did you freeze? Am I too hot?” he puts on his big boba eyes to you and you shake your head before moving back to shoot him at a nice angle. You put the vibration on top notch and Taeyong clearly shakes before you. You playfully spread your legs too so he can see how wet you are from his cute play too. Taeyong smirks when he knows you're also trying hard to not attack him on place so he gets bold and takes off his shorts. Your eyes widen when you realize he's gonna be in his boxers only for the last (best) shot.

You gulp when you see how pliant and delicious he looks like. Your hand shake and Taeyong quickly snatch the camera off your hands.

He shoots his face and winces when his member is still painfully locked in your vibrating ring “See you all next week, thank you and sweet dreams love,” he whispers his closing routine to his fans and ends the webshow “Final pose for tonight to all my TYfs out there, this is for you guys. I love you all.” Taeyong sends a flying kiss before bravely wrapping up the night with his lips quivering from holding back the moan and his boxer painfully holding his bulge back

“What are you thinking?” he asks from his gritted teeth. You froze, knowing you fucked up. Taeyong has always been the one incharge but for once you want to be the dominant one. You shake under his piercing gaze, where is the subby TY five seconds ago? “Sorry-" you whisper before getting cut by a plump lips on yours. “Finish what you started noona,” he softly mewls into your lips. His big eyes stare into yours with submission and desire. Your core burns when he kneels in front of you and keeps his hands on his back. “I'll be your good boy tonight. Use me and have fun with me.” He blinks two times in aegyo and that's all you need to get the green light to take over him tonight. “Good boy, noona is here to take care of your aching baby” you smirk before straddling his laps and placing a hand over his moist boxer. “Looks like my little kitten messes himself down there, do you need help kitten?” you whisper in front of his lips. Your hand is playing with his hair while the other one is touching his member. He nods “Please noona, I need you.” You press a quick kiss on his lips “You've been good. Noona will reward you tonight.”

end

oh gosh (runs) good bye, did y'all figure out how i actually know a lot of smut knowledge ( i know more bye)

[mm2305]

All That Matters

Characters/pairings :  Ethan Ramsey & Olivia Valentine

Words/Genre :   2.8 K / Angst , Romance

Warnings : mentions of death,injuries

Summary : Olivia gets seriously injured. How does Ethan react?

A/N : Hello again! This fic was written per @groovypalacehorselover​ ‘s request. This is the first time I’m attempting to write angst , so I hope this comes out good enough. A big THANK YOU to @romewritingshop​ for her help in editing this. Moodboard inspired by @potionsprefect 's ones.

Disclaimer : all characters and pictures belong to the rightful owners

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Enjoy!

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Ethan was frantically rushing through the hospital corridors. Dread and anxiety flooded his mind that he could barely breathe. There was no way he would allow it to stall him. Pushing himself to go as fast as he could to get to the farthest wing of the hospital, he slammed the double doors ahead open.A group of interns were nattering amongst themselves,oblivious to the frantic attending approaching them. A thundering voice broke them out of their trance. 

"OUT OF MY WAY!", he boomed at them, as he was approaching closer. 

The interns, startled by him, broke apart allowing him to pass through them. What made them wonder though, was the clear, unadulterated emotion in his eyes. He looked as though his world was slowly crumbling around him. And they weren't wrong. 

2 Hours Earlier

Olivia was finishing up her rounds for the day. In a few hours she’d be home, snuggled with her favorite throw blanket, watching a movie on Netflix while Ethan would complain incessantly  about her taste in movies. She had to visit her last patient, a sweet seven year old boy named Nathan. 

His diagnosis was a difficult case to solve and this made young Nathan restless. His mom came to stay with him in the evening  but she had to go to work early in the morning. The poor boy was often bored out of his mind, taking adventurous strolls through the hospital, without telling anyone. There were several instances  that she and a few nurses had to track him down, but still Nathan continued doing that. She couldn’t really blame the poor kid. Today was just one of those days. 

Olivia walked to the nurses' desk, to ask about Nathan. 

"Hello Sarah, did you happen to see Nathan? I think he snuck  out of his room again." 

"Dr Valentine! No, I haven't. Maybe you should ask Mary. She might have an idea where Nathan is.", The nurse replied with a soft smile. 

"Okay, thank you!"

She left the reception in search of Mary. Before long, she found her in one of the halls. 

"Hi Mary, I was wondering if you've seen Nathan?", She inquired politely. 

"Dr Valentine! I was just looking for you. I think I saw the kid heading towards the halls leading to the new wing." 

"The new wing? Isn't that under construction?", Olivia asked, an audible tremor in her voice. 

"Yes?" 

"Oh God! Come on! We need to find him now!", she said, a feeling of worry and dread filling her. The new wing Bloom designed was essentially a plan to enlarge the facilities available for research. From what she heard, it wasn't safe to roam around the place without any safety gear. It was too dangerous to go there, especially for a young boy like Nathan, but she won’t let him fall to harm. 

After a few minutes of darting around and asking everyone they encountered, Mary and Olivia got the same response. They saw a kid among these halls at some point. By the time they reached the site, Olivia and Mary began calling for him. 

"Nathan? Are you here?" 

"Nathan? Nathan come here, it's me, Dr Olivia" 

No answer. Either he wasn't here or he just couldn't hear them clearly. The two women began to slow down their pacing steps as they carefully tread through the congested building site, all while calling for the young boy. 

"Dr Oliv?", They heard a small shaky voice calling. 

Olivia knew it was him and rushed towards the direction of the voice. Mary, hot on her heels, noticed him first. 

"He's there!", She exclaimed, running to his side and checking over him for any injuries. 

Olivia began walking towards them, relieved that Nathan was okay,when she heard a cracking noise. She quickly realized that the wall, they were close to, was about to collapse! With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she rushed towards them and pushed them away from the wall. She smiled softly at them before she heard a bigger *crack* and everything went black. 

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MEANWHILE

Ethan was sitting at his computer, in his office, looking through files and updating the information onto his computer. Truth be told though, he was too distracted by a certain resident to concentrate on his current task. 

Him and Olivia have been together for a little more than three months and he was happier than he had been in a long time. She really had the power to turn the worst of days better with just a smile. 

She started coming to his house after work, in fact it’s almost like she had permanent residence in his heart and place. She spent most of the time there with him, just being together. Cooking, watching tv, playing ridiculous board games she always won. It was all very domestic and Ethan always felt his heart swell with love for her, at how at ease she felt being with him, in the place he now considered a home. 

Glancing at the clock, he realised their shifts would end soon but he was too impatient. With a soft sigh, he turned off his computer and walked out of his office ,towards the front desk. 

"Good afternoon, have you seen Dr. Valentine?", he asked a nurse he knew she frequently talked to. 

"Dr. Ramsey! Yes, she was here a little while ago, she was looking for her young patient, Nathan. He has a habit of sneaking out of his room, you see - Wait a minute please!", she paused to answer the phone. 

"Bloom Edenbrook Hospital how can I help you? Mary? What?! I’m sending the team right away!" 

The woman, Sarah, turned to Ethan with a flurry of panic coursing in her eyes. 

"Dr Ramsey, it was the nurse who was with Dr Valentine. They found the boy at the construction site! When they reached for him… a nearby wall collapsed on them!" 

"What!? Oh my… No no no… Wh-What else did she tell you? Tell me!", he demanded, his eyes glossed with panic, the usual pink hue of his face drained as he turned as white as a sheet, his breathing in short stuttered gasps. 

"Olivia ... was hit worst." Sarah whispered on the verge of tears. 

"Page Mirani, Delarosa and the best nurses this damn hospital has! Understood! I'm going there now!"

Before she had a chance to reply, he was already off in search of his Olivia. 

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PRESENT TIME

Ethan continued running through the maze of corridors, his eyes full of unshed tears. 

"Not her, please not her! Don't take her from me! Please!", Ethan wasn't by any means a religious man, but the fear of losing the woman he loved made him pray to whoever could hear his agonized thoughts. The one person on this earth for whom he would give anything for, was again in grave danger. Memories from the last time she was at the brink of death flooded his mind, knocking the breath out of his lungs. How fragile she looked and to know he couldn't do anything to save her, other than watch her become progressively weaker and her radiant smile, the one that could lighten up a whole room, fade away. "No, don't do this right now Ethan. Focus on her. Only her.", he thought, nodding to himself while pushing the last hurdle of doors open. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to locate her. 

He finally saw her. 

She was lying on the floor pieces of rubble around her. She was unconscious, her eyes closed, her golden hair around her face.  As he rushed to her side, whilst avoiding the scattered materials, he saw a small patch of blood on the side of her head. 

He knelt beside her, being careful not to move her, in fear of causing more damage to her body. He took her small, still warm, hand in his and softly began to stroke her cheek and hair. 

"Darling? Olivia? It's me, Ethan. Please Olivia, can you hear me?", his voice wavered at the sight of her blood on his fingers from stroking her hair and a few tears were finally breaking through. 

Her eyes fluttered as a soft little gasp left her lips. 

"E-Ethan?", she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. 

"Yes, Love it's me."

"I… it hurts.. I can't…", she croaked but it was too difficult for her to breathe properly, the dust hovering in the air wasn'tmaking this any easier. Ethan noticed this and pushed her head slightly back, to allow her to breathe better. 

"Shh darling I know… I'm here love, I'm not going anywhere...Please sweetheart don't give up on me… please…I can't lose you", Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek softly, trying to be strong for her. 

Olivia fell unconscious once again, her chest taking short ragged breaths. He pried his eyes away from her to look around the room. A woman was in the corner with a crying child in her arms, trying to comfort him. 

" Hi… Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked them as he approached them. 

"Nothing too bad. Might just be a sprained wrist and a couple of scratches. Nathan’s fine too, just shocked. Dr. Valentine…. she … she got the worst of it.", she replied with tears in her eyes. 

Ethan didn't have a chance to reply as the team arrived. They immediately got down to work, not even hesitating to lose a minute, paying Ethan no attention. 

"Get her on the gurney carefully! One mistake and you're fired!" Zaid commanded, with a fiery stern voice at the team of nurses. 

"Zaid, she's got a cut on the side of her head and she's bleeding. I don't see anything too serious but we should order a scan. Shortness of breath indicates one or two fractured ribs and her left ulna and radius might be broken, given the swelling.", Ines said with evident concern and fear thick in her voice. 

"Let's get some scans and see exactly what's going on", Zaid replied, trying to be as calm as possible, in this case. Olivia was his colleague,but more importantly she was his friend and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Not on his watch. 

"I'm coming with you!", Ethan interrupted their conversation. 

"You're not in the right state of mind to help her now!" 

"Zaid’s right about this. She needs you to be calm and focused when she wakes up.", Ines told him resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

Ethan had no choice but to reluctantly agree. 

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Several hours later, Ethan was pacing anxiously in front of the room Olivia was checked into. The night doctors were there checking on her. As soon as they heard what happened, her friends joined Ethan in the waiting room, to hear news about her condition. Sienna when she saw her best friend in that state, immediately broke down, Aurora and Elijah trying to comfort her. Bryce, Rafael and Jackie, were mostly silent, their minds running through endless scenarios of what could happen to the most courageous woman they knew. 

She had a broken hand, three broken ribs; one of which was pressing too close to her lung; causing her difficulty in breathing smoothly. This required a minor surgery, which was conducted by Harper herself. She wouldn't let anyone else touch the woman she had come to consider a friend. Her head injury, thankfully, wasn't too bad, but there was a possibility of a mild concussion. The whole hospital was there to help Olivia in whatever way she needed. From nurses to interns to anyone she had always been kind to. 

Now, Ethan was waiting outside of her room alone, because her friends left a few minutes ago. She wouldn't wake up for a few hours and they made sure she would be completely okay before they left. Besides, they knew that Ethan wouldn't leave her side. That is, once he got to finally see her. 

Thirty agonizing minutes later, he was finally allowed to go into her room. His eyes glided across  her small form on the hospital bed. The side of her head was wrapped in white gauze, because of the injury there. Her left arm was in a cast and placed on a pillow to make her more comfortable. She was hooked to an IV, her body seeming too delicate on the hospital bed. Her face was in a serene slumber, her body was still under the influence of the drugs she was given during and after her surgery. 

Ethan took her soft hand in his, kissing her knuckles and looking tearfully at her. 

"My love… You scared me so so much… When that nurse told me you were hurt… I thought I was going to lose you. Again.", He started talking to her, even though she couldn't hear him, he was baring his heart to her. Letting the tears he was holding on to fall. 

"Finding you there, lying unconscious… was unbearable. Knowing that you may be gone forever, never being able to touch you, or see your beautiful smile, hear your awful jokes again… I’ve never believed in a higher power, but if there is a being that saved you, then I am grateful. Because, without you, none of this matters. You're my whole world Oliv. And this world means nothing to me if you’re not here darling", he finished , laying a soft kiss on her lips. 

He stayed with her for a few hours, having no intention of leaving her, but Naveen forced him to go get a coffee and something to eat. Of course, Naveen promised he would stay there with her while Ethan was away. 

On his way back to her room, he encountered Leland Bloom. "Great, just who I wanted to see", Ethan thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. 

"Ah Dr. Ramsey. I was just coming to find you. How is Dr. Valentine?", he asked with a facade of interest. 

"She’s in her room resting. Still unconscious though, because of the anesthesia from her surgery. Now if you'll excuse me", Ethan curtly replied, walking past Leland, anxious to return to her room. 

"I was hoping to come with you, actually. I wanted to ask you, will she make a full recovery?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, in a couple months she will probably be alright.", Ethan gritted his teeth, retraining his seething anger at how intrusive this man could be. 

"Probably? You're not certain? If her recovery takes so long, then she will be left behind in the hospital's advances. Pity… she was actually going to be one of the key assets to the progression of the hospital's success.", Leland said, not having noticed or probably caring about Ethan's expression. 

Ethan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The way he spoke of Olivia. His Olivia. A human being, as though she was nothing but a tool to be used. He clenched his fists, blood coursing through his veins, ears ringing, face and neck flushed red with anger, trying to resist the immense urge to punch him square in his arrogant face. 

"How DARE you talk that way about a human being who was seriously hurt? She could have been fucking killed and all you have to say is that she would be an asset to the success of the hospital? What kind of person are you, really? Do you see anything beyond your own selfish, moronic advancements?", Ethan turned to him abruptly, almost roaring, all the pent up emotions escaping him in this outburst towards this man. 

Leland was stunned at his outburst, mouth gaping open for a second before he recollected himself. The two of them had become the center of attention as the nurses and doctors were forming a small circle, staring at the two men. 

"I would best advise you against speaking to me like that Dr. Ramsey. I'm the one who is in charge here and I expect you to treat me with respect. Now, I understand you are under pressure right now since your partner was hurt, so I'm willing to look past this little tantrum. See you soon, Dr Ramsey." he replied, walking away from Ethan, who was stalking his way down the corridor to Olivia’s room, unbothered by Bloom’s words. 

The only person in this world whose words mattered, laid in a hospital bed right now, and he vowed he would not spend any more precious time away from her. Because despite what life throws at them, all that matters is that his Rookie ... his Olivia ... his true love will be alright. They will be alright. Together.

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Thank you for reading !!!

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 5 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, an angry Nesta and a heart-broken Cassian

2094 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Nesta had never been one for small talk but in his presence she spoke as if she was excellent in small talk. They spoke of all unimportant things and ended up forgetting the important stuff; their names. Again.

Feyre sent an invitation for her first anniversary party as she did for every other occasion. The only thing different was that Nesta never bothered to pay heed to her invitations before. After the day in the alley, however, she decided she was going to turn over a new leaf. This was her first step.

She checked her reflection on the side-mirror. She tried to keep her outfit and make-up as simple as possible. She only wore a white ruffled-sleeved blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her hair was braided into a coronet. She looked good, but not as good as she’ll look if she took her own time to do a detailed make-over. She let out a breath and braced herself for the inevitable little chat with her sisters.

“Nesta?” a bewildered voice breathed. She whirled around to face her younger sister, Elain, looking up at her, a small smile playing about her lips. “You’re here,” she said and flung her arms around Nesta. Nesta automatically wrapped her arms around Elain’s smaller frame. Eventually, Elain pulled back.

“No offense, but I really thought you wouldn’t be coming,” Elain said.

Nesta felt as if the smile on her face couldn't be wiped out for the next few hours. “Honestly, I didn't think I'd come either. But here I am.”

She nodded and pulled Nesta to the garden the party was held at.

“I did this,” Elain said. “This garden, I planted and groomed all this.”

“No wonder why it looks so beautiful,” Nesta replied.

She flushed and said contemplatively, “You're so different now, Nesta.”

“I hope in a good way. Where's Feyre?”

“Let's go meet everyone first.”

Nesta shook her head. “I— I need to talk to both of you before I meet everyone else. ”

Elain hesitated then said, “Can you wait in that room? I'll fetch Feyre and come.”

Nesta nodded and headed to the door at the end of the garden Elain pointed at. The room was classy, much like the exterior of the house. She was struck by the simple yet grand theme of Feyre's house. She knew he and his brothers were rich but she just didn't understand the extent of their wealth. Till now.

“What are you thinking?” Feyre wasn't the type to blindly trust people. It took more than coming for her anniversary to persuade her that Nesta's intentions were good.

Nesta faced Feyre, her youngest sister, who stood before her, gorgeous yet fierce in a simple but elegant blue gown. She shrugged, “Just thinking that I'm glad my sisters were well-provided when I couldn't take care of them.”

Feyre’s face didn’t change, she just gestured towards the couches. “Have a seat,” she said.

Nesta sat down, “You both look splendid,” she said. Feyre said that the gown was a gift, Elain thanked Nesta and offered the same.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I need to tell the both of you something. Many things, actually.”

Elain nodded encouragingly. Feyre said, “Go on.”

So Nesta spoke. She apologised. For how she wasn't there to fulfill the role of an elder sister. For how she failed to attend Feyre's marriage and many other occasions. For all the rude words she spoke to them. For shunning them. She apologised for being self consumed. For everything else.

She also promised. To try harder. To become better. To be a good sister and sister-in-law. To be with them at all times, especially when they needed her. And they listened.

“I know these words aren't enough, but I'll try to make it so,” she finished, her hands clasped with both her sisters on her sides.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. We will too,” Feyre said.

“I see a very bright future ahead of us,” Elain said.

Nesta couldn't help the tears anymore. She folded her arms around her sisters and tucked them close. Her sisters. Her beloved sisters she now knew she'd do anything to protect.

“I see a very bright future too,” Nesta said.

Nesta pulled back after what felt like an hour and looked at her sisters' tear-streaked faces.

“I love you,” the three of them said simultaneously. Nesta giggled. Elain laughed. Feyre stared.

Nesta gently brushed the tears from both of their cheeks. “I don't want to see any of you crying.”

She hugged them again, willing the hug to convey everything she didn't say out loud.

“Now, now, enough snuggling. We've got a party to attend and people to meet, remember?” Feyre said.

***

Cassian was anxious. He had always hoped Nesta, his sister-in-law, would come for the gatherings they had; be it family dinners, or birthday parties, or the random meetings they had when they just got tipsy and played games. He hadn't seen her face-to-face before. All he knows about Nesta are from the descriptions from Feyre and Elain. That, too, was minimal. One of them would quickly change the topic to something pleasant the moment traces of an emotional breakdown were visible. Every time he hoped, he was let down. She never came. He vowed he would stop hoping and instead just go about and act as if she didn't exist. But that never happened. Every time his family met, his treacherous heart would start hoping only to have a chunk of it fall off when she failed to attend. Today was no different.

Then there’s the woman who he’d been talking to the whole afternoon. He was a tangled up mess of emotions and doubt and confusion. He had been sort-of pining after Nesta. She was exactly the person he’d like. Apparently she was drop-dead gorgeous, witty and… feral. Feyre said that. Feral. She’d be someone worth seeing. She was totally a worthy opponent. It’d be fun. But the other woman? Mother above, she was ethereal. More than ethereal, in fact. Words can't contain what he had to say about her.

He was damn near killing Az for calling him right when they were about to exchange names. He really can't believe he was a hairsbreadth away from knowing her before it was all ripped away. Now they were back to square one. He didn't know anything about her.

Azriel clapped him on his back so hard that he almost stumbled and fell. Or probably that was because he was too distracted. “All good Somm?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied noncommittally. He busied his hands with re-rinsing the champagne flutes and wiping them clean again. He did this two times already. Still.

“Mood is sour today, Cass?” Az teased, mock-frowning.

“Nah,” Cassian said wryly, “it's as sweet as honeydew. Especially today, when my chat got interrupted.” He glared at Azriel.

“Now, now, that is a story for another day. For now though, I think I've got something that can cheer up your brooding self.”

“What is it?” he mumbled.

Az grinned. “Nesta is here.”

***

Feyre and Elain took Nesta on a quick tour around the house. Feyre’s paintings were hung on the walls throughout the whole house. Nesta grimly noticed that there wasn't a single picture of her. There were even paintings of their father whose heart had long stopped beating. But none of hers. If only she didn’t push herself away, Nesta would’ve been a happy part of her sisters’ lives.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Feyre took her hand in hers. Elain tucked herself to Nesta’s side, wrapping her arms over her slender shoulders.

Nesta already met Mor, a stunning blonde woman, and Amren, a slightly intimidating and short person. Now she only had to meet her brother-in-laws.

“Let’s go meet the boys!” Elain said brightly.

We walked back to the garden. Feyre seemed to get more and more elated the closer we got to the garden. Huh. Probably falling in love would do that to someone. Anyway, as long as her sisters were happy.

They stepped through the doorway. The garden was decorated with more banners and streamers hung on the back of chairs and on the low branches. Again, it looked opulent in a simple way.

There were three men in the centre of the garden, gathered around a table. They all were slightly similar, broad shouldered, tapered waists, muscular limbs. Three of them wore formal shirts and pants clinging to their frames. The one in the middle was Rhysand, she supposed. She smirked internally. Of course Feyre ended up with this guy. She's got a good taste. Must've gotten it from the oldest sister.

The one on the right, though. His figure felt familiar. Very, very familiar. She couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.

“The one on the left is Azriel, the one on the right is Cassian,” Feyre said, and Nesta nodded.

The boys must be really engrossed with their conversation. They hadn't noticed the three of them yet.

The guy she thought was familiar threw his head back and laughed. She gasped. That laugh. She'd know the laugh anywhere. Indeed, when he angled his face so that she could get a glimpse, she knew she was done for. She swallowed with much difficulty.

“I need to go,” she said quickly.

“Go? But— but we haven't cut the cake yet. It's still early. We've got lots more fun stuff,” Elain said.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. Only, this doesn't feel like 'trying',” Feyre said.

They sounded… hurt.

Mother above, I'm doing this wrong.

“Nesta?” Elain asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” Feyre added, “you look pale.”

“Y-yeah it's f-fine. Kinda. My head hurts,” she said, accidentally clutching her stomach. “I-I mean, yeah my head hurts. Very badly. I gotta go.” She looked helplessly at both of them. “I'm so sorry. I really am. It's just— I think I need rest. I'll recompense. Probably dinner in three days?” They both shared a look and agreed.

Nesta was already walking away. “Love you both,” she threw over her shoulder.

***

“Feyre!” Rhys called. He beckoned Feyre and Elain to the table. He didn't see Nesta.

Cassian lightly kissed Feyre on her cheek once they made their way to the table and said, “Gorgeous as always. Happy anniversary!”

Feyre grinned, but it showed traces of disappointment.

He frowned. “Hey, what's wrong?”

She just shook her head and mumbled, “Nesta.” Rhys's face hardened. His brother was never fond of Nesta. He said that she was why Feyre was always worried.

“Where's Nesta?” Az asked, craning his neck to see behind farther.

“She… left,” Elain pointed, revealing a figure disappearing behind the gates. A figure he knew all too well. Shitshitshitshit.

His head snapped back to his brothers. “That is Nesta?” he damn near shouted.

Rhys scowled, “Yeah.”

No wonder why she's so beautiful, he thought dumbly before running after her with a quick “I'll be back.”

***

Nesta was wrong. In all her happiness of being reunited with her sisters, she completely forgot how even a small thing can break one's smile. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She kept her calm demeanour, but inside, she was a raging storm of emotions.

One step in front of the other, she kept reminding herself.

She kept walking. Even when she heard footsteps. Even when the steps got louder. Even as he got close enough to cease running.

But not when he called her name. She halted. Locked up her emotions. She knew she shouldn't but she turned around anyway.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Nesta,” he breathed. She tried to hold back her shudder. It was from the night air, she told herself.

“If you have nothing to say, do let me know. I'm not going to wait forever,” she said. Harsher than she intended to. But she didn't care, at least, that's what she told herself.

Cassian winked, “I'm honored you came, sweetheart. I'll pass the credit to my influence on you. ”

She ground her teeth against the truth threatening to fall off her lips. Yes, I came here because you made me happy. And I thought that if I tried, as I did with you, I can rebuild my relationship with my sisters.

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Cassian did something stupid. He grabbed her hand. Her eyes snapped to his, burning with anger. Like the day they first met.

He gave her a crooked grin that he knew would drive her mad. Well, more than she already was. He tilted his head to the garden, “The party is that way, love.”

She snatched back her hand at continued walking. Like a fool, he followed. “I spoke to my sisters. Told them I won't be staying tonight. And that we'll have dinner in three day's time. Does that satisfy you? Now, can you stop following me?”

“Something's wrong. What's wrong, Nes?”

“One,” she ground out, “don't call me that. Two, I'm a grown-ass woman; I know how to take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter.”

“You did. That day,” he said quietly.

She whirled on him, “Is this you taking back favours? Because I'm not interested. You want money? Take it. Tell me your price and fucking take it! Don't tread on my heels because you helped me, okay? I've got way better things to do.” She paused, “And don't follow me, Cassian.”

She turned and stalked away.

You want money? Take it. 'Take it.' As if he were a beggar, asking for alms. As if they weren't laughing at each other's jokes not more than an hour ago. As if he didn't spend a week taking care of her as if she were a part of his soul. Maybe she was.

But that was before, Cassian thought as his heart cleaved into two perfect halves. No— it smashed to a million tiny pieces.

He waited till Nesta was out of his line of sight. He turned and walked back to the garden, leaving his heart behind.

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[mingiswow]

Missing you | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: gender-neutral reader x Hwasa

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: + 1k

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there's any mistake. And you can always tell me what's wrong.

⚠ Also, I don't even know how people text in English lol so sorry if it sounds ridiculous

Request: helloooo!!! im back to request another mamamoo x reader fic if thats alright with you since i loveeee ur writing🙃 This time may it be a idol!hwasa x bestfriend!reader? Could you make the beginning angsty due to the reader moving far unexpectedly/in a short amount of time which makes hwasa angry, and they leave messily or on bad terms? ~time skip~ The reader comes back permanently unannounced and surprises hwasa, and they finally feel that they no longer want to be "just friends" and possibly kisssssss or just have a super sweet/fluffy ending???

Sorry it took me so long anon but I hope you enjoy 💖

You couldn’t sleep the whole flight, your nerves getting the best of you. It has been months since you left Seoul to fulfill your dream to study abroad.

It has been months since you last spoke to her.

“what do you mean Europe?” you knew you should have told her earlier. Her, your best friend among everyone. The woman you unfortunately loved. “You’re going to another continent for months and you decided to tell me two days prior?” you could tell Hwasa was angry but could you blame yourself? If you had told her since you got the news she would want to spend even more time with you. Be the last days with you. And that would only make your heart ache even more.

“I wanted to tell you before but…” the voice got stuck in your dry throat, you had no valid excuse except for the fact that you loved her and leaving her behind would hurt you.

“I thought we were best friends Y/N…”

“We are! Hyejin please don’t do that. I know I was wrong for not telling you earlier, but I was afraid. Please understand me” you took a step closer. She took a step back.

You could feel your heart shatter in your chest, she was angry, and she had the right to be.

“Afraid of what? Hurting me?” you nodded, not caring to hold the tears anymore. “I got news for you Y/N, you already did”.

Those were the last words she ever said to you. And to be honest, it couldn't hurt any more.

Your phone started to buzz by your side, Wheein, her childhood best friend and also your friend, was the one sending you messages.

After you left Hyejin hasn’t spoken to you at all, avoiding your messages and calls. You gave up after a while, going to her friend to get some news about her.

📲 I’m already at the airport waiting for you.

Thx for picking me up

📲 no worries babe

📲 I'll take you to my house first, ok? So you can take a shower and rest

📲 I prepared some food too

awn ur the best ❤

thank u for taking care of me

You heard one of the cabin crew women announce the landing and within less than an hour you were stepping into Seoul's lands after months.

You searched through the crowd of people at the place looking for the familiar face, which you found holding a lovely poster with the words “welcome home cheater” and Moonbyul by her side. You ran to them, hugging their bodies tight and crying.

“I can believe you’re finally here!” the youngest told you with a smile, holding your shoulders and looking at you like a mother. “You’ve changed… but for the good. You look amazing”

“You mean tired” you joked with her, you probably looked like trash after hours inside a plane.

“Just a few bags under the eyes but nothing like a nice and warm shower won’t help” the eldest smiled, helping you with your bags. “welcome back kiddo”

The three of you grabbed your stuff and headed to Wheein’s house. The ride was fun, the girls were filling you with questions and more questions about the country you were in, the people, the culture, they sounded like little kids and it helped you get your mind out of Hyejin.

“Go take a shower first, then come to the kitchen” the singer said as soon as you arrived at her place. Nodding and thanking her once again you headed to the well-known guest room where you used to crash when you went to parties together or when you got too drunk to go back to your apartment.

You let the warm water hit your head and shoulder, releasing some of the tension held there. You knew that, at some point, you would have to confront her, to talk to her, but you were too afraid she wouldn’t want to even after all these months. After all, she never answered your messages.

After drying your hair and putting on some comfortable clothes, you headed to the kitchen, distracted by your phone. “Tell me you made me s-”

“Hi” you stopped in your tracks and words when you saw her in front of you, standing in the middle of the room.

“Hi” came as a whisper, your heart beating louder than your actual words.

“I think I owe you an apology” you shook your head, denying. “No, I do. I was so childish for not understanding you and for not answering you all this time���

“I-it’s ok” you managed to get out before clearing your throat. “I was very stupid for not telling you before. I… I was afraid to tell you”

“Why?” you looked at her, your eyes always looking at the ground the whole time. “Why were you afraid to tell me you were finally fulfilling your dream to study abroad” the woman took a step closer to you. You didn’t move.

You didn’t know what to say or how to say anything without spilling your true feelings. “You know… While you were away I took some time for myself, to think about everything”

“It was good?”

“Yes. I realized a few things” you nodded, a sign for her to keep talking. She took two steps closer to you. “I realized that I got sad because I couldn’t spend your last days with you properly like you deserved. That I felt betrayed and unworthy of your trust. Did you not trust me? Wasn’t I your best friend?” Hwasa took a deep breath, getting right in front of you. So pretty. So close. “But then I realized I wasn’t your best friend. I would never be… because you don’t see me like it. And that’s ok because the most important thing I realized is that I don’t see you as mine either”.

Your mind was racing, traveling all over without knowing what to think or what to tell. What was she trying to say? It was what you thought it was?

Before you could say anything, her hands held your face in place so she could touch your lips with her soft ones. It felt like you were on cloud nine, in some kind of fantasy movie or even a dream, and if so, you didn’t want to wake up.

She broke the kiss, a smile on her lips that were touching yours seconds ago “I don’t see you as my best friend because I like you more than that. And I’m sorry I was such a bitch with you and letting you wait”

“Don’t worry. It was definitely worth it” it was your turn to kiss her, this time enjoying, even more, the touch of her skin on yours. “By the way, I like you more than a friend too”

“You owe me five bottles of soju. I told you they were in love” you heard Wheein screaming at the kitchen with Moonbyul, making you two laugh before sharing another kiss.

Being away for a while wasn’t so bad after all.

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𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 | 𝙲𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚡 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛;𝙵𝚝.𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

Pairing: Cedric diggory x fem! Mermaid reader and Harry x Draco and professor's Remus Lupin x professor Sirius Black!

Didn't really plan on making it this long but—

CEDRIC LIVES! (I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE A FIC THIS LONG!! WHAAAT? —also please like and reblog🥺 I worked really hard on this fic) ❤💛💙💚

“But—professor if you already knew about then why call me, now? Why not before?” You asked, patting the fawkes on his head, gently. As it sat on your lap. Professor Dumbledore peered at you with his half moon glasses.

“Because we need you're help—now” You were surprised when he said, why in the world anyone would need you're help? “I'm sorry—professor, I don't quite understand, what you're saying”

Professor McGonagall entered the room and sat by the nearest couch.“No one knows the black lake better than you do, Y/N. That's why we need you're help” Professor McGonagall said.

“what is this about professor?” you asked, curiously. None of this make sense at all. “The second task, Y/N. It's in the Blake lake. We're going to take who is more important to our champion's and put them under the Blake lake, with a very powerful incantation. And the champions has to rescue them before 1 hour passes” professor McGonagall explained, you carefully listened to everyword she spoke.

“Wait—what? Er,you mean the task is in the black lake!?” she nodded her head, you shook you're head violently. “No—professor! This is a bad idea! If anything happens—then everything will go wrong, I can't—I'm so sorry, professor”

“Y/N, I believe you made a few friends in the black lake?” you nodded, “only a few—you have no idea what kind creatures lies in those water, professor. You're risking lives!!!” you said, you're patience wearing thin.

“I know—I know, you know the underworld better and this is where we need you're help, alright. You're job is to look after the champions, just making sure they don't get any injured—you're not allowed to help them but only make sure they make it out, alive”

“Make it out, Alive?” you sighed, heavily. You don't want anyone to get hurt, Not Harry, Not cedric, No one! “Alright, I'll do it—it's not like I don't want them to get hurt—I'll do everything in will, to protect them” with a heavy heart you agreed, at least for the sake of Harry.

Ever since his name came out of the goblet, he isn't himself. His boyfriend, Draco is doing his best to cheer him up. You felt the urge to protect the kid, from anything. He, of course is like a little brother to you.

“well, that's settled then” clapped professor Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall stood up from her seat, gesturing you to come along with her. “professor, you do realize what you're doing is not okay, right?” You asked, as both of you exited dumbledore's room.

“I know, Y/N. It's not in my hands to stop, now isn't it?—don't give it a much thought,alright? You'll be fine, don't worry”she said, giving you one last hug before leaving you alone.

Sighing you skipped down the Hallway, when you heard familiar laughs coming from the classroom. You turned around and decided to go in. “No—Sirius! Stop!! I can't brea—Ah, Y/N.” remus said, Sirius stopped tickling him.

“Hi, Y/N.Out for a walk, eh?” Sirius asked, settling down on the chair next to remus. “No, professor—I just talked with professor McGonagall and professor Dumbledore” they looked at each other, before looking at you with a confused face. “About the second task” their faces turned serious when you mentioned the task. You took a seat on one of the benches, Sirius looked at you intently. “Did Harry figured out about the egg, professor?”

“No, Y/N. He still didn't, says it makes a horrible noise whenever he opens it” Remus said. “The Blake lake” you glanced at both of them. “The second task”.sirius looked frightened, scared for his godson. Remus had a horrified look on his face. “That's what they said—I was planning on telling, Harry but since he hasn't figured out about the egg. I'm not going to—”

“It's okay, Y/N. There's nothing we can do, can we?” Said, Sirius. You shook you're head in pity. “what were they even thinking, Remus? They're going to kill these children with these kind of dangerous tasks”

“but—what does have anything to do with you, Y/N”

“You'll see professor, it's not for me to tell you—but you'll see. Please not worry, I'll do everything—anything to protect him. I give you my word” you were not kidding, when you said that. In fact, you meant every word in that.

You stood up, wanting time for you're own thoughts, “I'll take my leave, professor's and please don't tell anyone about this” they nodded slowly. You went outside.

Straight to the Blake lake, you stared at the water, intensely. Slowly loosening the tie around you're neck, you took of you're robes and jumped in the lake. In blink of eye, you're tail appeared with a huge splash, you dove in.

“Moony, I'm so scared—what if? What if something happens to him in the lake? It's too dangerous, Remus”

“I know, Love. But we can't do anything— remember what Y/N said, this has to do something with her. Trust me, she's an amazing witch I've seen—she gave us her word, I can see she meant it” Remus spoke softly, taking in sirius hand slowly rubbing it gently on his tender skin. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I just hope you're right, moony”

“But—I'm always right!?”

»»——⍟——««

The following week went by, swiftly. You became close with the members. Especially Cedric. At first you just thought he was a show off because of his fanclub but he was genuinely nice.

Fleur... Well, she's great. Such a sweet person. Sometimes you get confused when she speak but she's cool.

Krum.. Well, you only managed to speak with him few times and... Yeah, he's not much of a talker.

Harry, you adore this kid. You knew him since first year, he's you're friend and obviously Draco too. They're such a cute couple, you absolutely love of those kids.

“Hey, Harry! Draco” You sat next to them, Harry smiled at you gracefully. “Hey, Y/N, morning” said, Draco. Despite, the fact that he's a Slytherin. Ever since Harry and him started dating, Draco spent most of the time with you guys.

“so, Harry. Did you figured out about the egg, yet?” He nodded.

“I did, Cedric gave me a clue though —wouldn't have done it without him” Harry spoke quietly. You remembered the night, the little adventure you guys did, or so it seemed like, in the prefects bathroom.

“Come on, Ced!” You giggled, dragging cedric with you towards the prefects bathroom. You're footsteps echoed through the wide hall. “Y/N!! Slow down!” He laughed at you're excitement. “Oh, My snail walks faster than you” the moon was shining, bright. You felt wide awake just as the moon itself.

You said as you both came across the statue of Boris the Bewildered. You stood by the door and whispered the password “pine fresh”

The door creak sound echoed, meaning the door opened. Pushing the door, you ushered cedric to move along.

It was softly lit by a splendid candle-filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, including what looked like an empty, rectangular swimming pool sunk into the middle of the floor.

About a hundred golden taps stood all around the pool’s edges, each with a differ- ently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows.

A large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and there was a single golden framed painting on the wall. It featured a blonde mermaid who was fast asleep on a rock, her long hair over her face. It fluttered every time she snored.

“Y/N, what are we doing here? I'm a prefect, myself. You know I can report you, right?” he said, teasingly. You rolled you're eyes, playfully. “Not if I told you, I know how to figure out the egg, right? ” his eyes widened.

“go ahead, ced—report me” you grinned, devilishly. “no, you don't!” you looked at him, dead in the eye and said “Try me” before walking towards the pool and slowly took off the shirt, exposing the skin underneath.

“Y/N—you do realize I'm right here, right?” Cedric blushing madly. You stood there, in your bra and shorts on. Giving him a 'really?' Look. “I'm aware” you said, bending slightly pulling your shorts down slowly.

Cedric stood there awkwardly, looking at everywhere but you. You turned around placing your hands on you're hips. “You're not really planning on taking a bath with clothes on or, Are you?”

He shook his head, with his cheeks dusted with crimson colour. Without any further a do, you jumped into then pool and splashed water on him. “Hey!” He scowled lightly. “hEy” you said in mocking tone.

“Haha—very funny, Y/N” he said, you're getting impatient “don't just stand there,you daft–bimbo! Get in” he rolled his eyes before started taking of clothes his own. You swam around, making sure you didn't make such a mess.

You're hair slowly, turning into (F/C) color. As you're tail slowly, came into the view, “if you do—Y/N!! You—what?” you giggled softly, turning around to face him. You're skin,looked little paler than before.

You batted you're eyelashes playfully at him, looking at his shocked face with you're (F/C) eyes. “Like what you see, cedric?” you said, teasingly smiling at him sheepishly. The whole school is going to see you in you're mermaid form when the task day comes.

His gaze still lingered on you're lower body. You stretched out your hand, asking him to take it. When he touched it, you pulled him into the water. Laughing hysterically. “Gotcha”

He got up, and glared at you. Whistle you were still laughing at his face. “You better stop laughing, L/N” he said, watching you laugh at him. “Or what you gonna do?” you asked moving a little bit closer than you guys were already there.

“You might not it, L/N” He only called you, L/N when he's being serious. You, however find it very hot. He was only a few inches away from you. His few drops were dripping from his hair, “Oh, I think I might”

His eyes flickered down to you're lips and then your eyes. with any warning, he smashed his lips against yours, you immediately kissed him back, wrapping you're arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.

You are absolutely smitten for this boy, it's been only few days but you felt like you know him from years. You're relationship with him.. Is magical.

“didn't think that would happen” He spoke breaking the kiss, as both of you ran out if breath. “did you?” you grinned, kissing him,again. After you're make out session.

“you were born with this?” He asked, you nodded shrugging. “A half—mermaid” You laughed a little playing with the bubbles. “I was born this way, I can change my appearance, at will”

“Kind of, messed up, isn't it?” You asked, blowing the bubbles. He shook his head, “I think you're pretty amazing and you're beautiful no matter what you are—human or—mermaid”

You faced him “Really?” Looked at him shocked. All you're life, you thought you were just—

“yes, you shouldn't talk about yourself like that Y/N—” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you rested on him. “It isn't always our choices, for everything we got. I love you and you also should love yourself” he placed a kiss on your temples.

You never felt so safe and this secured before. Does he truly care about you?

“So, how does this work?” He asked, holding the egg in his hands. “put it under the water” He did what you said, luckily this time it didn't scream. “Now wh—” you pushed his head under the water, along with you.

“Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you’re searching ponder this:

We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,

An hour long you’ll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour — the prospect’s black,

Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”

You laughed as cedric took deep breaths. Then he turned to you “what does that supposed to mean?”

“Am I going crazy or —is Diggory seriously staring at our Y/N?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes over the Hufflepuff.

Hermione who also noticed the famous Hufflepuff staring at you, laughed. Ron just rolled his eyes, went back to eating his food. You were too busy talking with Harry, you didn't notice.

Draco knows what you guys were talking about so he didn't bother asking, he trusts you. Were like his big sister, for both of them. These two were also very overprotective for you. Says they don't want to get you, heartbroken.

“Y/N!! I keep telling Draco—I don't dance and he says He'll teach me!” said, Harry Irritatedly. You laughed. “I will teach you!!!”

“No!!!” Harry dramatically whines. You glanced at hermione who's biting her lip to control her laughter, once you're eyes met both of you burst into laughter. “come on, Harry—I mean how bad could you be at dancing,hm?”

“You have no idea, Y/N. Last night , we practiced the dance together because he wants to impress our little ferret here. In conclusion, he suck at dancing” Ron exclaimed, following with a heavy sigh.

Draco pouted looking at Harry, omg he's so cute. “For me? Pretty please?”

“Stop! No not those eyes—draco!! Fine” Harry reluctantly, agreed. Who can say no this little cutie here, eh? The lot of you, continued eating, talking and lots of giggles from you, Hermione and Draco, though.

“Okay, alright—Let's talk about Y/N, here” Draco hushed them all, you laughed a little“what about me, dray?” you asked, confused. “Any reason, why diggory can't take his eyes of you?”

“what are you talking about, Draco—I don't, I don't understand?” you said, dryly.

“professor—you don't understand! If cedric really cares about me, then—I—how am I supposed watch over the others?” You panicked, looking at professor McGonagall. “I shall talk to professor Dumbledore about this situation, Y/N—don't worry”

“what about cho? She's close to him. She's his best friend!”

»»——⍟——««

The yule ball came, quickly. Cedric asked you to the ball which you gladly said yes, for. The night took it's toll. Professor McGonagall and professor sprout were standing behind you as you stood in front of the mirror. Looking at you're reflection.

“professor i—don't think I can do this!” you said, nervously. “Nonsense dear, you look amazing” professor sprout said, professor Lupin came into the room. “Professor McGonagall they—need you in the great hall”

Professor McGonagall nodded before leaving, you were standing in her room for Merlin's sake.she always looked after, as if you're her own but you never understood why? Nevertheless you were glad to have her. You were grown, alone. Having her always made you feel,happier. Professor sirius I mean black—peeked into the room. “Oh my—Y/N you look splendid!”

“Really?”

“Yes, Y/N—”

“professor McGonagall chose this dress, for me”

“Minnie, did a great job then!” Remus smacked sirius head, you giggled at you're professor's. You were always close to almost every teacher, except snape. You never understood why he's always so cold?

“The real talk is about you professor's!” you said, grinning. “You two look wonderful, rather very charming” You said, teasingly. Remus let out a laugh. Sirius flipped his hair “You can say it, Y/N—you're astronomy teacher looks better than DADA teacher”

“Enough! With the chitchat! Time for the ball, Let's go” said, professor sprout. “chop chop” The entrance hall was packed with students too, all milling around waiting for eight o’clock, when the doors to the Great Hall would be thrown open.

Those people who were meeting partners from different Houses were edging through the crowd trying to find one another. You slowly made you're way towards the stairs. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“well, don't you look—magnificent” you heard a familiar voice behind you, smiling you turned around. “Thank you, Freddie” he smiled along with his twin. “Seriously, Y/N. You look amazing—now I regret not asking you to the ball” said, George.

You giggled, “You alright?” Fred asked you, you looked at him, nodding. “Just..... Nervous” They smiled, softly. “There's no need to be—Diggory's got the most amazing girl” Fred kissed you're forehead.

“come on, we'll escort you to you're date” George offered his hand. You neatly tucked in you're arms linking with both of them, Fred to your right and George to you're left.

At the entrance of the hall, you found cedric standing nervously. Beside of Draco and Harry who couldn't wipe the grins of their faces. You have to admit it—they're such a cute couple.

Harry nudged the older's side, cedric finally lifted his head up. And his eyes met yours. His jaw almost dropped at how beautiful—gorgeous you looked. Harry and Draco smiled greatly at their friend. You we're striking down with the twins elegantly,arms linked with yours. He swore he never seen someone so breath-taking.

Carefully, step by step the twins helped you walk down because it's a little bit hard walking with such a pretty dress and heels. And they led you to Cedric “Hi” You said, anxiously. “Hey... —you look angelic”

“And you better take good care of this Angel, mate” Fred slowly pulled away his arm. Angelina came towards Fred smiling happily. “Don't want any broken bones now, do we?” George winked, as they head off.

“Mischievous one's, aren't they” He laughed, you turned to Harry who was smiling at something Draco said. “Harry!” You hugged him,“Hey Y/N” He hugged you back. “My little prince Charming is looking good in his suite” you ruffled his hair.

“I'm here too, you know” Draco rolled his eyes, it's clear he's jealous. “Aww, c'mere” You hugged him, softly pecked his cheek. “you're so cute, when you're jealous did you know that? No wonder Harry likes you so much” you pinched his cheeks. “Are you boys, ready? I wanna see my favorite couple rocking the floor” you said, feeling more confident than you did before you got here.

Cedric laughed, as if you said something silly. “well we d—” Professor McGonagall’s voice called, “Champions over here, please!” “I'm so not ready—let's do this” said, Draco. You giggled softly.

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing dress robes of red tartan and had arranged a rather ugly wreath of thistles around the brim of her hat, told you guys to wait on one side of the doors while everyone else went inside.

they were to enter the Great Hall in procession when the rest of the students had sat down. The doors were closed. “Ced—Cedric stop! Stop staring at me like that” you said, blushing. He smiled, like he's achieved something great. But he was genuinely liked you for real.

“You look marvelous, did you know that?”

“Oh my god” you covered you're crimson face, with your hands. “do I have to dance?” whined, Harry. Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “come on, Harry! You'll be fine! Just look at me, only!”

Once everyone else was settled in the Hall, Professor McGonagall told the all of you to get in line in pairs and to follow her. You've done what you've been told and everyone in the Great Hall applauded as all of you entered and started walking up toward a large round table at the top of the Hall, where the judges were sitting.

The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling.

The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.

The light music echoed, alarming it's time for dance. Cedric gently placed his hand on your small waist, taking your hand in his. In the corner of your eye, you saw Harry and Draco who were grinning like idiots.

“I like this” you said, staring into his eyes. “I like being with you” you said, making it a little bit clearer. His face soften at you're words. “Thank you”

“For what?”

“For making me feel this way” you said, placing your head on his chest, listening his heart beat as you guys continued dancing slowly. “it's too early, I know—but I love you” said, Cedric as his grip tightened. You lifted you're head looking at him, shooked. More people joined the dance.

“you mean that?” He nodded, “I know it might seem like a joke—but I'm being serious” He said, sincerely. You waited for him to say ‘I'm kidding’ or ‘sike’ but nothing came.

You pulled away you're arms, quickly wrapped them around him, pulling him into a tight hug as if you're life depends on it. “don't leave me”

“I'm not planning on it, darling”

Both of you continued dancing for the next few minutes, till you saw professor Lupin and Professor black sitting on one of the chairs. “I'll be back” you said, hurrying over to the couple.

“Hello, Y/N—having fun?” Remus asked, generously. You nodded “Clearly, you're not! Come on professor” You extended you're hand. “professor black!” you gestured towards the dance floor. Sirius took you're right hand, and stood up.

“Don't be a part pooper,Remus! Get up” said, sirius. You laughed “Don't want to keep you're boyfriend hanging professor, come on—look even Harry's dancing!” Remus finally gave in and stood up.

You led both of them, next to Harry and Draco. “You better not step on my toes, black” threatened, Remus. Sirius chuckled. “Since when did I ever step on you're toes, moony”

Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, playfully. “I see what you did here” Cedric whispered in you're ear, you shrieked. Slapped on his chest, lightly.

“C'mon, Love!” He dragged you away from the couple so they could have some privacy. On you're way you saw Dean and seamus. Dean looked so done with his Boyfriend.

Seamus caught your eye and waved, Dean then followed his eye and quickly waved when he saw you, you waved back smiling. “Having fun?”

“Not much fun but since I'm with him, you know I can say a little bit fun” said, Dean boringly.

You leaned forward and so only they could hear“I overheard professor Dumbledore talking about the weird sister's performance here, now. Get ready, shit's about get wild”

Seamus cheered loudly but dean shushed him off. You winked at them, walked away with Cedric. “we'll sit down for a bit! I know you want to dance for weird sisters music”

You grinned, he's just caring for you. The two of you talked for a while until Dumbledore stood up

and asked the students to do the same. Then, with a wave of his wand, all the tables zoomed back along the walls leaving the floor clear, and then he conjured a raised platform into existence along the right wall. A set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and some bagpipes were set upon it.

The Weird Sisters now trooped up onto the stage to wildly enthusiastic applause; they were all extremely hairy and dressed in black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn. They picked up their instruments.

“C'mon ced! Let's go!! It's the weird sister's!!” you clearly forgot you're wearing heels and decided it was the great idea to run and almost fell, Cedric was quick enough to catch you just in time. “Easy there, love”

The crowd danced wildly, you laughed loudly as you're hair dances behind you. Dumbledore was waltzing with Madame Maxime.

He was so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointed hat barely tickled her chin; however, she moved very gracefully for a woman so large. Mad-Eye Moody was doing an extremely ungainly two-step with Professor Sinistra, who was nervously avoiding his wooden leg.

“HEY Y/N!!!” Harry yelled, getting a glimpse of you dancing in the crowd with Cedric by you're side. “ALRIGHT THERE, 'ARRY?”

“I THINK DRACO IS GONE MENTAL”

“IT'S JUST THE MUSIC!! LET IT FLOW!!”

The Weird Sisters stopped playing, applause filled the hall once More. And another song, started playing but this time it's faster. You came across Fred and Angelina, who were dancing so exhuberantly that people around them were backing away in fear of injury.

You pulled Cedric by his tie so he can leaned down “like I said Shit's gone wild” You yelled in his ear, causing him to grin. “Of course”

By the time songs ended, you were exhausted. Cedric noticed this and slowly led you out of the crowd so you can have some breath. You're face turned red and sweaty from all the dancing. “well, that was fun” Said, Draco from behind.

You noticed the couple walking towards the chairs beside you. “I wish this night was longer” you breathed, Cedric looked at you confused “why?”

»»——⍟——««

Before you know it, the day finally came. The second task is today. The entrance hall contained a few last-minute stragglers, all Leaving the Great Hall after breakfast and heading through the double oak doors to watch the second task.

All the students made their way to the Blake lake, as awaits the boats to take them to the stands. Almost everyone left, You walked with Harry by your side. “Alright there, Harry?” he nodded. “You?” you shook you're head. Sirius had his arm on Harry's shoulder and Remus was walking along side with him.

“All my life I only hid my secret... Away from this world. And now—I just. Don't know” He nodded understanding. The night on the yule ball day you told Harry and Draco about what's going to happen.

“I hope Draco is alright, can't find mione either” Harry says, disappointed. “They were held as hostages, Harry. Last night I went in there, to look—took permission from professor Dumbledore”You said, kicking the small pebble. Remus and Sirius looked at you with widened eyes.

The four of you reached the dock, Harry, Remus and Sirius got inside. Remus extend his hand for you to take and get in. You shook you're head, while laughing.

“She doesn't need a boat, Remus” said, Harry smiling. You winked at him. “You guys go ahead” They nodded, paddling the boat. You watched them go a little bit furthermore.

Sighing you took off you're clothes and started sprinting down the dock, then jumped into the cold water.

“Miss Y/L/N? Miss Y/L/N? Are you here?” professor Dumbledore called out, no one responded. The students looked quite confused why professor Dumbledore is looking for you. Cedric eyes searched around, but couldn't find you.

Suddenly, you're head popped up from the water. Professor Dumbledore let out a relief sigh. As students gasped. “can't get rid of me that easily, professor” He laughed. To others you looked like a complete different person but with same face.

Lugo bagman stood up pointed his wand at his throat as he had done at the World Cup, said, “Sonorus!” and his voice boomed out across the dark water toward the stands.

“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One . . . two . . three!”

The whistle echoed shrilly in the cold, still air; the stands erupted with cheers and applause; without looking to see what the other champions were doing, Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled the handful of gillyweed out of his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and waded out into the lake.

You waited patiently for professor dumbledore to give the signal. You were used to this cold temperature but you don't know long they can be in their. “Miss Y/L/N, here is going to look after our beloved champion's since she knows the underworld better and has known for year's—I must warn you, better not make any remarks about Miss Y/L/N or—we'll be have to make sure, none of you does it, again”

“Wicked” said, the twins at the same time. “GO! Y/N!” Cheered Ron, loudly among the students. You waved at him. He grinned

“Miss Y/L/N—it's time”

“wait! —” said professor black. Sirius walked over to the edge of the stand and leaned forward you swam a little bit further so he could speak with you.

“Please, look after my godson Y/N. I'm counting on you” he said desperately. “Please not worry, professor. I'll protect him no matter what—I promise”

You turned around and dove in, making you're tail splash huge mount of water.

You swam as fast as you could—there's no sign of anyone. You came across forests of rippling, tangled black weed, wide plains of mud littered with dull, glimmering stones.

You swam deeper, hoping you could find any of the champions. Then you caught a glimpse of Harry, He got his wand out of pocket and used a spell on the grindylow.

You sighed in relief but immediately panicked when you saw more grindylow's surrounding Harry. You swam, faster and then you hit few of them with you're tail. Then used you're hands to make bubble boost making knocking them unconscious.

“Harry!” you hugged him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” you're eyes scanned him for injuries. He has few scratches on his legs, “Y/N! Please I'm fine” He said, swimming away. You watched him leave, well at least he must've known what he's doing.

You turned around and swam further searching for other champions, your hair flowing behind you. The deeper you went the more eerily the surroundings got. Some things wrong, you can feel it.

You were about to turn around until you heard something coming from the deep, dark green weeds. You know it's dangerous, even for you. But you went in. What if someone got stuck?

You're eyes widened, it's fleur she's got struck in between the weeds and few grindylow's were attacking her. You kicked away few of them but many more are coming. You have to get her out of here. You used bubble blast, again but there's too many of them.

You managed to get them off Fleur, she's crying in pain you can tell. The problem in being water is—no one can understand you're pain, you can't feel the tears. You made a huge wave, and sending it straight towards them.

Knocking them off, “Fleur? Fleur!” you called out but she doesn't seem alright. You held her tightly and swam towards the stands very fastly. It hurts a little bit, putting too much pressure but you didn't care.

All you cared is about saving her. The crowd waited anxiously for someone to arrive, You're head hit the surface.You swam toward the deck “Professor!!!” you called out for help. Professor McGonagall who is closer to the deck, came in to give a hand. Madam maxime gasped “Fleur!” she looked horrified.

“She's unconscious! Help her—I have to go back” You quickly spoke to Professor Dumbledore, beside stood professor Lupin and professor black worriedly.

You know the exact location where the hostages were held, you're sure the champions must've found them by now.

When you got there, Harry was surrounded by the merpeople, a spike was held near neck as he was floating near Hermione. You angrily swam, towards them. “Get back!!!”

Of course they know you, you came in here more than twice, every week. You went in front of Harry, protectively helding him back.

“You take your own hostage,” one of them said to him. “Leave the others . . .”

“No way!” said Harry furiously — but only two large bubbles came out.

“Your task is to retrieve your own friend . . . leave the others . . .”

Harry shook his head, furiously. “Harry! Take Draco and leave—she's krums hostage” you said, calmly. “please”

He sighed in defeat. You turned around when you saw Cedric swimming towards you. He pointed towards the watch, the time is almost finished. He cut cho free.

“Is krum coming?” you asked, he nodded. “Go” He swam away, with cho in his arms. Even though you know she's his friend you can't help but feel jealous a little bit but you trust him.

a human body in swimming trunks with the head of a shark. . . . It was Krum. He appeared to have transfigured himself — but badly.

The shark-man swam straight to Hermione and began snapping and biting at her ropes; the trouble was that Krum’s new teeth were positioned very awkwardly for biting anything smaller than a dolphin, and Harry was quite sure that if Krum wasn’t careful, he was going to rip Hermione in half.

Darting forward, Harry hit Krum hard on the shoulder and held up the jagged stone. Krum seized it and began to cut Hermione free. Within seconds, he had done it; he grabbed Hermione around the waist, and without a backward glance, began to rise rapidly with her toward the surface.

You smiled proudly at Harry's actions. He could've just taken Draco and leave but he wanted to make sure his friends were alright.

He turned to you. “Fleur didn't make it, Harry” you said, worriedly. Her sister... If Fleur didn't rescue her and then—she's gone?

His eyes widened, Harry tried to speak but only bubbles came out his mouth. “if we don't rescue her now and then she's lost to us”

He looked around, the merpeople isn't anywhere near you two. “I'll take care of them, you go” he nodded in agreement. Harry darted forward and began to hack at the ropes binding the small girl to the statue, and at last she was free.

He seized the little girl around the waist, grabbed the neck of draco's robes, and kicked off from the bottom.

You were too busy, dealing with the merpeople you didn't notice some of them slipping past and went towards Harry. “Argh!” you winced when the spear peered you're skin on lightly.

Over the surface;on the stands Cedric was facing back and forth. The time is almost over and Both Harry and you didn't return. He knows something gone wrong. “I'm going in” said, Cedric removing the towel that was wrapped around his muscled body.

“Mr.Diggory—it's against the rules, you're not allowed to go in” Cedric let out a frustrated growl.

No matter how many you fought, it seems they keep coming. Finally, you looked at Harry. His flippers were gone, he was struggling to swim with Draco and Fleur's sister.

Harry no longer can breathe oxygen, with all the strength left he pushed Draco and Fleur's sister towards the surface. The merpeople surrounded him. “Harry!!” You kicked away, the merman and swam towards him quickly. You glanced at the surface, Draco and Fleur's sister are safe. Draco helped Gabrielle swim towards the stands.

You caught him, but suddenly, a grindylow came out of nowhere and gripped on you're tail. You yelped. Using the strength left in you're hands, you blasted away the grindylow. You guys were few feet away from the surface.

You pushed Harry towards the surface and then sent a wave with you're tail causing him to break into the surface. You felt enormously relieved.

Harry breathed heavily as he reached the surface. He swam towards the stands. And was immediately wrapped up in towel. “Oh, Harry! Finally!” Draco kissed his head, hugging him tightly.

Cedric made his way to Harry. “Ha—Harry where's Y/N?” He asked, worriedly. “she's—still inside, i—” He was cut off when Sirius walked over and hugged him tightly. “she saved me” he finished taking in deep breathes. Everyone looked at the water worriedly.

You got away and popped up into the surface, right in front of the docks. Professor Lupin helped you get up on the stands, you were still in you're mermaid form. You breathed heavily, you laid on the deck. Cedric walked over to you, taking you in his arms protectively. He wrapped his towel around you.

You're eyes shot up, “Harry!” you searched around, he over to you with Draco by his side. “I'm here, Y/N” He smiled, “thank god” you breathed out. “No, thanks to you” said, Draco gracefully.

You laughed, leaning back onto Cedric's chest. He placed a kiss on your temple. “You got me so worried, Y/N” you smiled. “I couldn't be more thankful to you Y/N, for what you did! I owe you” Draco hugged you.

You stretched out you're left arm, motioning Harry to hug you. He smiled, and joined you three. “Thank you, Y/N” Draco said, again. You just saved his life (his and his life? Harry is his life so his life, I say).

He pecked you're cheek, just like you do for him. You didn't stand up, because of you're tail. And you don't want to shift back because.... You're clothes?

Harry pecked your other cheek, causing you to giggle. The others seemed to be in aww at you're interactions with the boys. Fleur walked over to you guys. “You saved me, thank you, Y/N. Harry thank you for saving my sister even though she's not yours”

“well, I have loads of help” he said turning to you. You giggled hugging him, Draco smiled widely. “And you—you helped her” she said turning to Draco, he might have helped her sister swim “Ah, yes a little bit” she kissed his forehead “thank you” she left went back to her sister.

Draco turned to you guys with a weird expression“didn't expect that”.

“I could never thank you enough for what you did today, Y/N. No matter how many times I say it, it wouldn't be enough” said, Sirius seriously.

“thank you for keeping you're promise, Y/N” said Remus sincerely. Harry looked shocked “You promised them? To keep me, safe?” you nodded. “I didn't save you just because I promised them, Harry. I saved you because you're my friend—a brother—a family—I love all of you” you said looking at Cedric, Harry, Draco, Hermione, and ron who stood by her side then Sirius and Remus. You smiled widely.

“A hug?” you asked, sheepishly knowing you'll be crushed the next second. Every one hugged you. You felt tears glistening in your eyes. You may not have grown up with love and affection in you're life before you got into hogwarts.

But you never felt so loved before. “come on, Y/N. Let's get you dressed” said, Cedric and tried to pick you up, but you slipped out, “Nah-huh I'll meet you at the land” you said, jumping in the water purposely splashing water on everyone.

“Y/N!!!!”

“IT'S SO COLD!! HARRY I'M SO COLD”you heard draco's voice, saying dramatically. “I only think you're hot, draco” “THIS IS NOT TIME FOR FLIRTING!”

»»——⍟——««

Few years later;

“I can't believe this is happening” you said, trying so hard not to cry. It's you're graduation and now you know it's time to say goodbye to the place you called home for years.

“Yeah,I'm gonna miss this place” Said, Cedric looking at the fountain in the courtyard. “I'm gonna miss everyone” you said, as a tear fell from your eyes. “me too—gonna miss the adventures that and competition's which nearly killed us” He wrapped his arm around you.

“Remember how we met? I was assigned to watch over you guys” you said, recalling the memory. “I do”

“and I'll never forget it”

“So, now what do we do?”

“I'll be in training to become an Auror”

“I know” “I love you” “I love you too”

“Y/N!! Y/N!!!” you looked up and saw Harry and Draco running towards you. You smiled at them, over the years they've grown up so much.

You still remember the greesy haired Draco and messy raven Harry like it was yesterday. “Hey boys” you said, blinking off the tears. “we know it's you're last day at hogwarts” said Harry hiding something behind him.

“So—we got you a present” beamed Draco. “Aww, you know you guys don't have to” you smiled at the younger. “don't be so nice, Y/N—you're gonna love it”

He showed you the present—“is that a pygmy puff?” you gasped, “oh my god, it's so cute” you squealed. “yep, got one from the joke shop—Fred and george gave us this for free” said Harry

“when we said it was a gift for you, of course” Draco laughed. You took the small pink fluff ball into you're hands, you almost melted at how soft it was.

You handed the pygmy puff to Cedric, he gently held it in his palms, it looked so small in his hands🥺 You hugged Harry and Draco tightly.

You'll miss these boys, the most. “I'll miss you two, so much” you said, through tears. “us too, Y/N—don't worry! We'll graduate before you know it and then visit you whenever we want” beamed Harry.

You laughed, “Of course! Anytime you want, doesn't matter” Draco bought up his sleeve and wiped off you're tears.

“We'll see you soon, Y/N”

»»——⍟——««

“NO! WE'RE GOING TO MY USE MY LAST NAME!”

“NO!! WE'RE GOING USE MY LAST NAME”

“WHat is going on?” you heard familiar voices, turning around stood there Fred, george and Your husband, Cedric in their suits. You let out a frustrated sigh. “They're arguing over who's last name they're going to use”

“Are you kidding? The wedding's in 5 minutes” said, Cedric checking his watch.

“Now they're arguing??” Asked, Fred who looked so done with the engaged couple.

Hermione groaned loudly, “Come on guys, let's go it's time”

You laughed at them, none of them really changed. Same kids from school, it's a good thing though.

❃.✮:▹ The end ◃:✮.❃

BONUS:

I was watching the IT movie,again the other day. It's horror film written by Stephen King and it couldn't help but— (I saw this one in Pinterest and I don't know what—but)

Anygays, I hope you guys enjoyed this fic and also thank you guys so much for 200+ likes for my “𝚈𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎| 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚢 𝚡 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛” Fic and like I promised here, Cedric's fic.

[rikumorimachisgirl]

Title: Seal the Deal

Characters: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,848

Author's note: So, I haven't written in a long time and I know I'm kinda rusty. Please bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! and the characters, but I own the plot for this fic.

'Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the winners in the Bouncing Ball Corp's Monster Generation giveaway. A limited-edition Nendoroid and a special surprise will arrive at your delivery address. Please confirm if you are available to receive this tomorrow by responding to this message. Thank you.'

You must've read the text message over a hundred times in the last twenty-four hours, but it still made your heart skip a beat. Setting your phone down, you stood up and tried to straighten up the flat that you had just moved into last month. It wasn't much - a cozy one-bedroom apartment with a small living area, which usually doubled as your dining area on days when you could eat a nice meal at home. It certainly was a far cry from the lavish three-bedroom apartment you once shared with your ex-boyfriend, but at least it was easier to clean. 

Your ex-boyfriend - the wild, and oh-so-adorable big baby you'd loved since high school, the same one who broke your heart a few months back when he couldn't choose between you and the sport he loves, and the reason you sent in several entries to the Bouncing Ball Corp's giveaway. You sighed. If your friends found out you'd won a limited edition Nendoroid of that same person they had worked so hard to help you get over, you knew you'd be done for. But how exactly does one get over the sweet summer storm that is Kotaro Bokuto? And besides, you thought, at least a Nendoroid won't leave you unless you throw it out. 

** Ding-dong **

The sound of your doorbell snapped you back to your senses. "Just a minute," you called out as you quickly tied your hair and hurried to the door in an oversized sweater and shorts. You could feel your heart beat faster at the thought that your precious Nendoroid was within reach. 'Oh, and the text message said there was a special surprise, too,' you thought quietly. Maybe, if you were lucky, you'll also get his signed jersey. That wouldn't be so bad, you thought again as you unlocked the door and pulled it open. 

You gasped, as the person waiting right outside the door greeted you with the warmest smile and his signature line. 

"Hey, hey, he -," he paused halfway through upon seeing you. "Y/N-chan?"

Hearing him say your name almost made you cry. You had missed how he always managed to make it sound so beautiful. You also missed his naughty smirk that usually came with calling your name. As you gazed at your reflection in his golden eyes, you wondered if - like you - this beautiful man thought of you, too. You had no idea how long you've been looking at each other, but it wasn't until you heard your neighbor's baby crying that you both shook yourselves out of your reverie.

"Oh, uh.  Did you need anything?" You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

"Yes, I'm here to personally deliver the prize from Kenma. Kuroo asked to go, and this was the address he gave…," your ex-boyfriend said as he fumbled over his phone, looking for the exact message his friend has given. Glancing back and forth his phone and the number on the door, he scratched the back of his head. "See, it says 2404 -"

"Yes, Bokuto-san, I won the contest," you finally admitted, as you felt a blush slowly creep up your cheeks. 

"You did?" He flashed you a dazzling smile, his eyes sparkled and you looked away. When he noticed your eyes move to the paper bag he was carrying, he cleared his throat. "Uh… yeah, this is for you…"

"Uh, thanks," you replied shyly, as you took the paper bag containing the Nendoroid of the very same person you were talking to now. Your gaze darted from his handsome face to the suddenly empty hall outside your flat, and you could tell he was feeling just as awkward. "So, uh…"

"So, uh, this is where you moved to?" He asked as he took a step forward to peek inside your humble abode. 

"Uh-huh," you replied. "I-I'd invite you in, but…"

"Don't mind if I do," he said, stepping inside your pad. Even with his back facing you, you could tell that he was surveying your space, and you felt more and more flustered by the minute. "You have a microwave. I need to get me one of those."

"You have a microwave, Bokuto-san. It's top-of-the-line, and it was working fine when I moved out," you quipped, as you watched him from behind. 

"Was it? Then I must've destroyed it the other day when I tried to use it to heat water," he said casually, as he looked around your pad some more.

"Your couch looks comfortable. I should probably buy one for my bedroom."

"What's wrong with the sectional? If I remember correctly, you had it customized by Fendi," you retorted. 

"Did I? There must've been a reason I did, but I can't remember," he muttered, turning his attention to the wall.  "Oh, this is a nice painting. I need one of these."

"That's just a painting I bought at a trift shop," you said, cocking an eyebrow at your tall ex-lover. "You have original Murukamis on your walls, Bokuto-san. We bought three of them in the fundraiser that Kuroo hosted."

"Oh. Of course," he sighed. "It's just that… well, your place is -"

"Small?" 

"No, it's not that," he responded, as he gazed upward as if trying to find the right word. 

"Tiny? Minuscule? Compact?" 

"Hey, those all mean the same thing," he whined before plopping down on your couch. You quietly watched as he leaned back and stretched out his legs, trying hard not to bump the coffee table, but he still managed to do so. Something about the scene before you were so endearing, you found yourself smiling before you could stop yourself. And right about that time, your dashing ex-lover happened to look at you and smile back. Lifting his hand out to you, he said, "I'm just saying your new place sorta gives off a certain kind of vibe, you know."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared at his hand and thought twice about taking it. It wasn't like you never held hands before, but now that you've broken up, it all seems so weird. 

But you wanted to take it. Oh, how you've imagined holding his hand a thousand times since you broke up, so just before he pulled away, you moved forward to grab it, and fell on his lap in the process. As you struggled to stand up, the dashing MSBY Outside Hitter put his arm around your waist to keep you from budging. "Ah, now this scene looks awfully familiar."

"Stop it, Bokuto-san," you said, hitting him on the chest so he could loosen his grip on you a little bit. 

"Oh, but don't you think seeing each other after several months is fate?"

"More like a certain capitalist's underhanded scheme," you retorted, as you tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp. 

"Just… just let me hold you a little longer, Y/N-chan… please?" 

You stopped squirming as you listened to his silent plea, and you slowly turned your eyes met his. "Bokuto-san…"

"You could do better than that," he said, as he lifted one hand and traced the side of your face with his long fingers. "I… I missed you, Y/N-chan. I know this was all my fault, I just didn't think you'd up and leave."

"That's what usually happens when you say you love your career more than your girlfriend, Kotaro," you managed to reply, as you thought back to that fateful night when you had come home from attending another one of your friends' wedding stag because he had practice. He was watching one of their games against the Adlers, paying close attention to Ushijima and Kageyama's quick attacks when you sat beside him and recounted how beautiful the ceremony was and how much more fun it would've been if he had attended it with you. He'd usually humor you - asking you to tell him what you liked best about it, how the food was, and listen intently to what you had to say - but lately, he'd neither had the patience not the drive to hear you out and on that night, you weren't having it either. After your stories were met with silence, you decided enough was enough. And on that same evening, you called your old roommate to let her know you were staying over. 

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N-chan. I was under a lot of pressure before," he said, drawing you away from your thoughts. "I was under a lot of pressure. You knew a lot was riding on winning the championships."

As he looked at your blank expression, he huffed and pouted. "I know, I know… I could've chased after you - and believe me, I wanted to, but… uh..," he trailed off.

"But I wasn't your priority," you deadpanned. 

"To be honest, I thought you'd come back the next day, and when you didn't…"

"You got angry and thought you shouldn't come after me?"

"No… more like I thought you'd come back the day after or the day after that, and before I realized it, so much time has passed and it was too late to chase after you…"

"So you decided not to?" You watched as he nodded silently, admitting defeat, and you sighed. If this were someone else, you would easily doubt what he said was true, but this guy wouldn't lie to you if his life depended on it. The tightness you had felt in your chest started to ease up, and rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. "That's so like you, Bokuto-san."

"And there's no one else but you for me, Y/N-chan," he replied, holding you steady in his arms. "So, what do you say, do you think you can give me another shot at this?"

"At what exactly?"

"At this," he gestured to the both of you. "At us. Please? I'll be a better boyfriend. I'll attend all the parties you want to go to, or I'll listen to whatever you want to say to me - even when you repeat it several times, I'll do whatever you want, Y/N-chan, so please…"

You could feel your heart melt as he pleaded with you, and you silently scolded yourself at having your resolve crushed so easily. You knew your friends were probably not going to be happy, but you also knew no one else would do for you. 

"Y/N-chan?"

You sighed and turned your attention back to him. "I suppose you are cuter than the Nendoroid," you said haughtily. 

"So, will you date me again?"

"As long as you promise I'm your priority from now on."

He squeezed you to his chest and squealed. "You don't need to worry because you're the only one that matters," he said before his lips met yours to seal the deal. 

The end. 

[xhannahbananax03]

Meeting Him

Summary: Dean Winchester arrives in a small town to accompany his best friend, Jake to a high school graduation. He meets Jake’s cousin and instantly takes a liking to her. But when the girls ex boyfriend shows up, things take a turn.

Words: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, jealousy, mentions of sexual acts

A/N: This was my first fic ever, so be gentle.

MASTERLIST

It was like any other day.  Get up, get ready for school,  eat breakfast,  and get on the bus.  The only difference of today,  was this was the day your cousin, Jake,  was coming home. 

You and Jake have always been best friends,  you grew up together.  He was 2 years older than you,  but that didn't matter.  You two were always together.  You'd wake up every morning and go straight over to his house,  which wasn't hard because he lived right next door to you.  You both shared so many adventures,  and special moments together.  Like the day his little sister was born.  After Kayla was born you and Jake would always play with her,  whether it be dress up,  or playing in the sandbox.  You couldn't do to much with her though,  considering she was 4 years younger than you,  and 6 years younger than Jake.

  Everything was perfect,  that was until Jake went to high school and you stayed in the junior high.  It wasn't so bad though,  right?  You and Jake still lived so close,  you could still hang out whenever,  right?  Wrong.  Jake started making new friends,  and girlfriends...  It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it had,  but you still got jealous,  when he would say you couldn't come over because Madison,  his girlfriend,  was over,  or because his other friends were over.  It upset you,  and hurt you.  So instead of being in pain,  you decided to distance yourself from Jake. Not asking to come over so much,  going to other people's houses.  It was getting easy to not think about Jake so much.  You made a lot of new friends,  and grew to love them over the two years of junior high. Jake was still pretty happy,  though he missed you too,  but both of you were branching out from each other,  that is until your first year of high school,  he was starting his third year,  him and Madison had already broken up, but he was moving.   Him and his family were moving to Kansas.  Jakes dad got a special,  one time,  job offer that he couldn't turn down.  And you couldn't blame him.  Jake told you that once he gets out of high school he's going to start working with his dad. But he would call and text you whenever he could,  and he would visit as soon as possible. 

So here you were,  getting ready for school.  You only had a couple days left,  and Jake had already graduated,  so he was coming home for the first month of summer.  What you didn't know was he was bringing his best friend. "(y/n),  sweetheart,  breakfast is ready! " Your mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.  "Ok mom,  give me 5! " You shouted back.   You were standing in front of your closet looking at two outfits you had prepared,  it wasn't to terribly hot,  but it wasn't cold either.  So you decided to go with,

     You did a simple natural make up look,  and lightly curled your (h/l),  (h/c)  hair to give it a beach wave effect. As you came downstairs you got a text, from Jake.

Jake:  Hey (y/nn),  so I know you hate surprises,  but I'm bringing one home with me.  So try not to look like a piece of trash!

You:  Geez,  thanks Jake.  I will try my best not to look like garbage!

Jake:  Thank you,  Madame.

You:  lol,  ❤ you Jake!  Can't wait to see you.  I have some fun stuff planned!

Jake:  ❤ you too, and so do I!  😈

After texting you noticed the time,  "Crap! " You booked it down the stairs,  grabbed your bag,  and a piece of toast.  After shoveling the toast into your mouth you ran outside only to see the bus drive past your house.  "Fuck... " Man you wished you had a car right about now.

~Time Skip to Last Period of the Day~

School went OK today,  you went through all your classes without,  trouble,  hung out with your friends,  which was difficult,  because the kept looking out for this guy in a, "shiny black car ". So they didn't pay much attention to you,  but you were entertained hearing them gawk over this,  " Beautiful mystery man". At one point your best friend,  started talking about what her first date with him would be like,  which had you doubling over in laughter.  

The end of the last period came,  and you couldn't wait to be out of there,  Jake texted you during lunch saying he was picking you up after school and taking you out to eat at the diner,  that was basically your second home.  You were so excited that you were focusing on the clock and only the clock, bouncing you knee up and down.  It got to a point where your friend reached over and placed her hand on your knee. 

"(y/n),  are you alright? " Your friend Sarah asked you,  you just nodded while keeping your eyes on the clock,  "what has you so anxious today? " She asked you trying to look you in the eyes.

. "Jake is coming home today. " You said completely ignoring her face,  but you were able to see a slight blush creep up her face. She had always had a thing for Jake,  but was too scared to tell him.  Right then the bell rung,  and you were up out of your seat before anyone else. 

Grabbing your things you made your way to your locker,  Jake new what your locker number was so when you didn't see him standing there,  you were slightly disappointed.  "Maybe he's just running late"  You thought to yourself.  As you were putting your stuff in your locker,  you grabbed your bag,  and when you closed your locker door,  he was standing right there.  You were so happy you could barely contain it,  you squealed and dropped your bag,  before literally jumping into his arms,  it wasn't an easy task considering he was considerably taller then you,  but you managed.  He held onto you tight and spun you around making you giggle,  once he sat you down, you both smiled at each other,  before he had to go and ruin the moment,  "I got to hand it to you,  (y/n),  you've gotten a lot prettier,  and you don't look like trash! " This made you widen your eyes in mock hurt,  before slugging him in his arm.  Before he had time to grab you,  you were running out of the door,  the one downside,  was you didn't know what car was his,  so you had no where to go.  Before you had time to even turn around he was there and punched you,  actually pretty hard,  well hard enough to knock you on your butt. 

He felt a little bad so he helped you up,  mumbling something about how much that hurt,  you took his hand and stood up.  "Thanks Jake,  now my pants are all dirty. " You said following him to a car.

  "Aww your welcome! " He said enthusiastically. 

Out in the parking lot you could see this beautiful Chevy Impala. "Jake is that your car? " You asked pointing towards your dream car.  "Hmm?  Oh,  that's actually part of the surprise. " You could see a tall man standing at the drivers side door,  talking to the most popular girl in school,  Megan. 

  Megan was a perky blonde.  She was curvy,  but still really skinny, she was so bubbly but still such a bully,  to anyone who she didn't like,  including you.  And she didn't like you because when you came to the high school,  you became one of the most liked girls there,  and not just by guys but by everyone,  because you were sweet,  and caring,  and everyone felt like they could trust you.  Megan was one year ahead of you,  because she skipped a grade.  But you firmly believe that's because she took some,  "extra credit ". And it wasn't just you who thought that,  but that's the kind of girl she is.

  Jake stopped you from walking because he could tell something was wrong,  " Hey you ok? " He asked stepping in front of you,  looking down at you,  you look up and smiled slightly,  "yeah,  but anyways,  who's that guy? " You asked pointing to the guy who was now being pinned to his car by Megan,  it was such a sight to see,  it made you shutter,  Jake saw this and looked over to him,  chuckling a bit,  "always a ladies man, " He chuckled,  "That's dean,  my best friend,  the one i'm always talking about. "

"Oh." Was all you could say, Dean was way more attractive than you thought he'd be, he was probably the one all the girls were talking about,  "Yeah,  he was a hit with the ladies today. " You said starting to walk towards the car again. "Was he a hit with you? " Jake asked surprising you a bit,  "Not particularly. No" You said still walking now a little ahead Jake. 

Finally you reached the car.  And when Megan saw you she gave you a look of pure disgust,  before moving her eyes onto Jake,  she always did have a thing for older guys,  "Hi Jake... " She said biting her lip,  trying to act sexy.   "Hey Megan,  how are you? " Jake never really liked Megan either,  I mean he thought she was hot,  who didn't.  But he just hated her personality,  and the way she treated you.  

"I'm fine,  but would be a lot better if I was in the back of his car tight now. " She giggled,  looking at Dean with predatory eyes,  which for some reason made you jealous,  maybe it was just the fact that she always got what she wanted,  and you did not want have to walk to the diner right now.  Dean looked at Jake with a bit of shock,  but you weren't shocked at all. 

"So,  (y/n),  what are you doing here? " She asked moving her eyes to you,  she was taller than you,  and it wasn't because she was tall,  it was because you were short,  you were probably the shortest girl in the school,  and Megan always wore these high heels. 

"Did you forget that Jakes my cousin? " You asked raising an eyebrow at her.  She just scoffed while rolling her eyes,  "No,  I didn't forget,  I mean what are you doing here,  " She said while pointing to the ground,  "by this car? " "Well if I'm not mistaken,  this is my ride,  right Jake? " You looked to Jake, and so did everyone else,  waiting for an answer,  once he nodded.  You looked back to Megan. She just scoffed before whispering something to Dean before walking off smirking.  He looked a little dazed,  and a bit shocked.  Jake finally cleared his throat also clearing the silence,  that's when Dean really noticed you were there,  which made you a little upset, but whatever.  Reaching out his hand,  he finally spoke,  "oh,  you must be (y/n).  Hi I'm Dean. " You reached for his hand,  and shook it.  Once he realised that he had been holding you hand for a bit too long,  and staring at you,  he retracted before opening the back door for you to get in,  noticing a slight blush on his neck you giggled a little before getting into the beautiful car,  noticing the wonderful leather interior,  running you hands across the seat,  you smiled.  Once you looked up,  you saw Dean was staring at you though the rear view mirror,  you looked down from his intense gaze, blushing.  

"Do you like her?  She's beautiful isn't she? "He asked starting up the car,  which cause a low rumbling feeling through the your whole body.  " Like her?  It's my dream car,  this exact model and everything! " You said a bit excited which made him chuckle a bit.  Jake was just enjoying that fact that he two best friends were getting along.  Once Dean started driving you saw how well he handled the car,  before he left,  you'd definitely have to see if you could drive this car.   "Do you mind if I turn on some music? " He asked looking at you while reaching for a box full of cassettes.  "Not at all, go for it. " You told him smiling hoping he had a somewhat similar music taste to yours.  He then handed you the box full of tapes before saying,  "choose one. " Which for some reason surprised Jake,  but you just shrugged it off.  

Once you saw the tapes you become even more happy,  if that's possible.  He had the same music taste as you!  You were really starting to like this Dean guy. Grabbing an AC DC tape and handing it to him,  you saw his smile grow wider,  "You've got good taste." He said,  which made you smile even more. He popped the tape in before turning up up the volume,  and blasting AC DC through the speakers.  This was going to be fun!