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sea-lanterns · 2 months ago

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JENNIFER'S BODY

synopsis: (slasher! AU) your girlfriend is possessed by a succubus.

featuring: navia

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom character, mentions of a fire, demonic rituals, mentions of blood, reader and character are in an established relationship, mentions of cannibalism, character becomes possessed by a demon, cunni.lingus, ora.l (reader recieving), brea.st worship, sloppy makeouts, monsterfuc.king, long demon tongue, may be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: shigahime

“You excited for the concert tonight?”

Navia giggled and ran her thumb across your bottom lip, giving you a small kiss on the forehead while onlookers seethed in jealousy. As the most popular girl on campus, it was a no-brainer that Navia would be one of the most sought out girls to anyone, yet she was already taken by you; a nerdy girl who had no idea how you got a hot girl like Navia to like you in the first place.

“Y-Yeah…” you murmured softly, a little nervous at all the people watching you in the library. Navia was just the opposite however, her eyes only focused on your expressions. “Nervous? It’s your first concert after all, but I promise I’ll be right there with you in case some drunkards try to flirt with you.” She leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Ah— no, I’m not nervous about that. Just…we’re in a public library, Navia.” You felt your face get hot.

“Pfft, it’s just a little kissing. It’s not like I’m eating you out on this table right now for all to see.” She whispered those last few words so only you could hear them, your face growing even hotter at the image.

“Navia…!”

“Oh please, I’m sure you got just the slightest bit turned on at that.” She giggled, looping her finger through the collar of your shirt. “Mm…you’re so cute. I could eat you all up.” She finally gave you the kiss she wanted and whispered hotly against your lips. “Wear something cute, ‘kay? I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“…Okay.” You responded obediently.

“Good girl.” She gently patted your cheek and got up from her seat. “I have to get to class now. See you tonight!”

Your heart fluttered at the smile she gave you as you longed for tonight to come quicker, turning your attention back to your books so you could finish studying.

Your doorbell rang and you rushed to go answer it, opening the door and being greeted with the sight of your girlfriend leaning against the doorframe. “Heyyy— woah.” Navia’s eyes widened as she let her gaze travel along your body, taking in every curve and contour of your figure. “You look…wow.”

“I uh, I didn’t really know what to wear, but you said wear something cute, so…”

“You look cute in anything! But right now you look…wow…” Navia giggled and took your hand, giving it a small kiss before bowing. “Well then, shall I escort you to my car, my lady?”

“Oh…stop it.” you rolled your eyes at her teasing before letting her drag you to her car, a flurry of giggles leaving your lips as you both started to drive to the small concert venue. It didn’t take long for Navia’s car to reach its destination as the venue itself was located in the middle of town.

“Oooooh I cannot wait! We rarely get artists to visit our town!” Navia exclaims, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. Before you could even get out yourself, she hurries over to your side and opens the door for you, smiling brightly like always.

“…You don’t have to do that.” Yet you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched over your face. Oh how absolutely smitten you were over this woman.

“Mm, yeah, but I like to treat my girl special.” Navia smiles, offering you her arm to hold onto. “Let’s go, I want some food!”

As you both entered the small venue, you both got to your seats and waited for the concert to start. While you were a bit nervous being in a crowded room with a bunch of strangers, Navia soothed your worries as she placed a hand on your thigh. “Mm…don’t worry. I’m not drinking tonight so I can keep an eye on you.” She handed you a fry from the basket she ordered, “Eat up, they’re good!”

You smiled, letting her feed you while the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the performance. As the small indie band came out and roused cheers from the crowd, you and Navia just sat there in your own little bubble, occasionally feeding each other bits of fried food and listening to their songs.

Though the music was loud and you were a bit overwhelmed by the cheers, you simply leaned your head against Navia’s shoulder and let the sound drown out by enjoying the warmth of your girlfriend. You were quite thankful she brought you out tonight, after all, you were always the introvert and preferred to be holed up in your room alone (with the exception of Navia, of course). So it was always up to your extroverted girlfriend to bring you out of your enclosure.

“Mm…I love this song.” Navia hummed, gently tapping her fingers to the beat of the music. You felt your body relax too the more you listened to the song, and you soon found yourself nodding along with her before stopping to realize…wait. Was the lead singer staring at Navia?

Your eyes widened and you stood upright, watching as they kept their eyes locked on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or not, but you felt a small pang of jealousy rise in your chest.

“N-Navia…”

“Hm? What is it, love?”

She immediately turned to face you, easily enraptured by your call for attention and ignoring the concert completely. You admit, you felt a bit proud knowing that she easily gave you her attention even in the presence of her favorite band.

“…Nothing. I just wanted to say I love you.”

You pushed your insecurities away, taking her hand in yours and going back to watching the band. Although the members casted odd looks to your girlfriend throughout the performance, you simply smothered her in even more attention, even going as far as to sit in her lap to show that she was yours. Navia was quite flattered that you were being so clingy to her. She had no idea why, but she accepted it without any question and pulled you closer to her to kiss you.

The concert continued to play smoothly, until something started to spark on one of the outlets connected to the speakers. It sparked once, twice, before a full on flame engulfed the outlet and spread to the other wires quite easily. The band immediately stopped playing as a scream pierced through the air, smoke filling the room as everyone rushed to evacuate.

“Oh…Oh my goodness!” Navia quickly broke the kiss and grabbed your hand, trying to keep you with her while the crowds of people rushed to escape all at once. You let out a panicked yelp as your body was pushed and shoved by various bodies, trying to cling to Navia’s hand as you both made your way towards the exit.

“Oof—” you felt a tall guy shove you rather roughly and cause you to lose your grip on Navia. You nearly fell and stumbled to catch you footing, your body quickly being swept away by the anxious crowd. “Navia? Navia!” You called out her name desperately, panic settling in as you had been split up and lost in the sea of people. You felt helpless as your body was carried out by the crowd, trying to keep your head up so you could hopefully locate your girlfriend by her blonde hair.

“Excuse me. Excuse me!” The fire inside continued to spread, smoke clouding the air and causing you to be physically escorted out by security who was helping everyone evacuate. “Wait! Wait— my girlfriend! I need to find my girlfriend!”

You were carried out like a stray dog, the crisp, night air hitting the back of your neck as the entire building went up in smoke. It was terrifying, not knowing where your girlfriend was amidst all the turmoil, you were forced to wait outside as you watched the building soon burn to a cinder.

“Navia…Navia!” You called out her name and looked amongst the crowds, silently praying that she had made it out unscathed. The firefighters soon arrived and you continued to look around helpless for your lover. Minutes continued to pass, and you were beginning to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, watching as the building began to break down to pieces.

“…No. No no no.” You looked around desperately, still sticking around to see if she could find you instead. When the minutes soon turned into an hour however, you realized that Navia wasn’t anywhere.

“…A-Ah.” Your heart sunk completely, your body falling to its knees as you stared at the rundown venue ahead of you. The cries and chaos surrounding you was muffled, as you wondered if you should be grieving with the others as well. “…Fuck.”

As the crowd was ushered away from the burning building for their own safety, you were forced to leave as well, feeling an empty hole in your heart. Something wasn’t right, this can't be real. There’s no way that you were just cuddling with your girlfriend an hour ago and now…there was a chance she wasn’t alive anymore.

You felt your eyes water as you were forcibly escorted off the premises, the fate of your girlfriend currently unknown to you.

You had called a friend to pick you up and drive you home. You didn’t really feel like talking to anyone, so you holed yourself up in your home and didn’t even bother turning the lights on. Your body felt heavy, a sense of dread and uncertainty filling you as you stumbled into your kitchen to grab some water.

“(Hic) Navia…” you sniffled and wiped your tears away, your voice all raw from crying so much on the way home. “Please be okay…”

Through your puffy eyes, you grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and choked down a sob, silently wishing that this was all just some sick nightmare and that you’d wake up in Navia’s arms again. Wiping your blurry vision away, you turned around, only to let out a scream when you saw someone standing in front of you.

…Navia?!

Your eyes widened when you saw your girlfriend standing right there, in the middle of your kitchen with blood all over her face and clothes. She was breathing heavily, her clothes a tattered mess and her usually pristine hair now in disarray.

“H-Haah…hah…” she was hunched over, clearly exhausted and maybe in pain. You wanted to spew out several questions at the same time. Are you okay? Where are you bleeding from? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Yet none of them came out as you let out a choked sob and immediately ran up to your girlfriend for a hug. “You’re alive—!”

You suddenly found your body held into place as Navia ran towards you at a speed you had no idea a human was capable of. Her body grabbed onto yours and pinned you roughly against the wall, your back making a loud thud against the surface and making you yelp in pain.

“Nnnh—!”

The “Navia” you once knew didn’t even ask you if you were okay once she heard the sound. Instead, you watched in complete and utter fear as the Navia in front of you opened her mouth and revealed several rows of razor sharp teeth, her smile seemingly growing wider than usual as her pupils dilated into slits.

“…Navia?” Your voice was barely a whisper, fear locking your joints into place as you looked up at your girlfriend’s new…demonic appearance. “A-Are you…okay?”

Navia continued to breathe heavily in front of you, almost like she was gasping for air before looking down to narrow her eyes at you. Her long, serpentine-like tongue (was her tongue always that long?) slithered out to lick at her lips as she stared at you like you were her next meal.

“…I’m sorry. I waited for you as long as I could but the police made me leave.” Your words came out all shaky and pathetic, tears blotting your lashes as you looked up at your girlfriend. “I-I’m just glad you’re okay now…I could actually die happy if that’s what you want!”

Despite how scared and confused you were, you couldn’t help but hug your girlfriend even in this monstrous form. You were feeling all sorts of things. Fear, nervousness, panic, but amidst all those emotions, you could only feel relief once you physically felt Navia’s body.

Navia let out an uncharacteristic growl and looked down at you, confused and unsure of what to do. The demon inside her wanted to eat, to feed. But when she leaned down to grab your neck in her toothy maw, she stopped when she felt you flinch.

“Mmmh!” That little whimper you let out should not be as cute as it sounded. Navia hesitated with her urge to devour you, her lips parted slightly as the tips of her teeth traced the pulse point of your neck.

“…Are you scared?” Navia’s familiar voice came, tickling your nerves with her hot breath.

“…No.” you whispered back, knowing full well that you were most likely going to die, but didn’t mind as you were just relieved your girlfriend was here.

Navia paused in her act to bite you, her long tongue sliding out to press against your pulse point instead. She closed her mouth a little, pulling her teeth away and instead brushing her soft lips against your jugular, almost like she was giving you neck kisses like she did back when she was a human.

“…Even now, you’re such a good girl.” Navia purred, her breath coming in hot as she pushed you deeper against the wall. “God…I can’t even bite you. I just can’t.”

She took in a deep breath, pressing her nose against your neck and inhaling your scent. She let out a soft moan at how delectable you smelled, but no matter how sweet you seemed to her, Navia couldn’t let the demon inside her feast upon you like the others. “You smell so good…”

She let out a breathy whine and looked deep into your eyes, her once slit-like pupils now softening into her regular round ones. Despite the smell of blood on her, and the fact that she almost tried to eat you upon reuniting with you, you couldn’t help but fall in love with her all over again.

“What happened, Navia. Why are you covered in blood?” You asked breathlessly, referring to her new…form.

“…Well, after we got split up in the fire, I was kidnapped by the band amidst the panicked crowd. They threw me in their van and tied me down, said something about using me as a sacrifice to the devil?”

Your eyes widened at this new revelation. So that’s why the lead singer was eying your girlfriend throughout the performance. That sounded extremely absurd and you would’ve had a hard time believing it, if not for your girlfriend literally standing right in front of you with new demonic features.

“What? Were you okay? Did it hurt?”

“Er…quite a bit. But the sacrifice went wrong somehow. Apparently they needed a virgin sacrifice in order for it to be successful. But…you know.” She smiled softly and looked down at you, “Since we’ve slept with each other dozens of times before, I’m not a virgin.”

“So…you became a demon?” You blinked in disbelief, watching as she ran her fingers across your inner thigh in hunger, her hand squeezing your flesh rather possessively. “Not exactly. I became…possessed by a demon. A succubus, to be precise.”

Well, that made much more sense, considering that Navia was talking to you so sweetly despite trying to hurt you prior.

“…How did you escape?” You asked quietly, a looming rise of concern now rising in your mind.

“…Please don’t be mad,” Navia whispered, holding your hands tightly and looking down at you with worry in her eyes. “…I couldn’t hold in the burning hunger once the demon was inside my body. So I…I��”

“I ate them, love.” Navia finished, her voice trembling and looking down in shame, the presence of blood all over her face now explained by the second part of her story. You were shocked to say the least, upon finding out that she ate the members of the band that tried to sacrifice her and thus making her guilty of cannibalism. Was it even considered cannibalism at this point? You weren’t even sure anymore.

“…I won’t tell.” You said firmly, still hugging your girlfriend. “I promise.”

Though you were the slightest bit afraid, no ounce of fear could stop you from hating your girlfriend. Navia’s breath hitched as you immediately accepted her situation, a primal feeling of love and lust building up in her body.

“Oh you sweet girl…” Navia cooed, pulling you tighter against her frame as the same feeling of hunger pooled at her stomach. Except it wasn’t a desire for flesh that she craved for, it was the desire to have you splayed beneath her and lost in the throes of passion. A different kind of hunger that involved the screams of pleasure rather than pain.

“I feel hungry again…” Navia groaned, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes going half lidded with lust.

“Oh! Uh…I have some meat in the fridge if you want. I can even cook it for you—”

“No. I don’t want food.” Navia murmured, panting as the demon in her craved to have your sweet soul devoured by her. “I only want you.”

Before you could ask if she wanted to eat you physically, Navia suddenly grabbed your chin and leaned in for a tongue-filled kiss. Your muffled yelp was music to her ears, and she let out a possessive growl at having the taste of your tongue in her mouth.

‘So sweet…’ Navia’s inner thoughts purred, getting lost in the taste of you as your very essence satisfied her hunger for human. She pulled away for a brief moment taking in that cute, dazed expression on your face as you tried to catch your breath. ‘How pathetic.’ The demon whispered inside Navia’s head. ‘…Kiss her again.’

And so, Navia obliged, pulling you in for another kiss. Then another, then another. Until your lips were all puffy and sensitive, small whimpers leaving your lips as Navia snaked her arms under your thighs and lifted you up like you were nothing.

“Oh—!” You yelped when she scooped you up. Navia had always been a strong lady, but it seems that with the addition of having a demon inside her, she was able to lift you up like paper. “Where are we going…”

“To the bed. I’d rather you lay on something soft while I devour you.” She said bluntly, rushing to the bedroom so quick it made you cling to her like a baby koala. Bursting your bedroom door open, Navia nearly tore it off its hinges as she strutted over to the bed and laid you down. She quickly crawled over on top of you, her shorts rubbing sensually over your own as she grinded her hips and growled at the sight of you beneath her. “Nnnh…wow. Have you always been this hot? I mean— you always were, but…goodness.”

Navia bit her bottom lip, her demonic features returning as her pupils thinned into slits once more. Her smile stretched deviously over her face, that gentle smile now replaced with the most monstrous smirk you ever laid your eyes upon, and you had to admit; it was pretty sexy on your girlfriend.

“…Did you just get wet?” Navia giggled, looking down at you as she raised an eyebrow.

“Ah…well.” You felt your cheeks heat up when she caught you getting turned on at her appearance.

“…Oh my goodness. You are a little freak, aren’t you?” Navia couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her throat, leaning down to brush her lips against yours. “Well, that just means you’re the perfect girl for me, hm?”

The air grew so much hotter between you, your eyes locked onto Navia’s blue ones as she stared down at you like the most delectable meal. She purred and slid her tongue out to lick at your pretty lips, moving back down for another sensual kiss while her hands free roamed over the expanse of your skin. Hungry that she was, Navia trailed her fingers down to the edge of your shirt and slowly pushed it upwards, adoring the feel of your warm stomach underneath.

‘More…I need more…’ the demon inside Navia echoed, her hands feeling up your tummy and molding it under her palms. The softness of your skin was driving Navia crazy, and a low growl escaped her throat the more she drove her hands higher and higher.

She parted her lips from you and slid her hands up to feel your breasts through your bra, a sly smile stretching over her lips as your breath hitched at the contact. “Oh…yeah, you can take them off.”

“I appreciate you telling me now. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” Navia grabbed your shirt under her nails and tore it off you with ease, causing you to whimper at the cold air hitting your chest. Navia wasn’t done, however; as she grabbed your bra and didn’t bother trying to unhook it. Instead, she tore it off just as easily as she did with your shirt, freeing your breasts out in the open air.

‘Fuck.’ Navia mentally cursed, an overwhelming cloud of desire pooling at her core. She licked her lips once more and hungrily leaned down to take a nipple in her mouth, reveling in how you pathetically squirmed underneath her like a rabbit pinned at the throat. “Hold still…” Navia grumbled, latching onto your right breast while feeling up the other, suckling and licking over the tip until sensitivity crashed over you.

“Navia…” you moaned out, your hands making their way to her hair and tangling in her blonde locks. She continued to grind her hips against your own, clearly getting more turned on every time you called her name. “Again.” She huffed, licking over the sensitive nipple before switching to the other one.

Navia’s set of teeth grazed intimidatingly over the sensitive bud, a prominent reminder of how vulnerable you were in the mouth of the demon. However, her tongue and lips were all you could feel on your chest, as Navia took great care to be as gentle with you as she could. “You taste so good here.” Navia murmured, her face muffled as she smushed her face deeper against your tits. She held you down in a dominating grip, the hunger only growing more intense as she tasted the succulent flesh. “I need to taste more. You know exactly how to please me, yeah baby?”

You nodded in the midst of your cries, gasping for air before trying to shimmy out of your shorts. Navia was quick to notice, and she only smiled before sitting up and pulling up her shirt. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight, as though you’ve seen Navia naked plenty of times before, you were so aroused that you nearly moaned at the sight.

“Close your mouth, you’ll attract flies.” Navia hummed, taking pleasure in your shock before pushing your mouth up to close it. “Notice anything different?”

“Ah…” honestly, you were too stunned to really see the difference, your body desiring your girlfriend the same as always. Navia chuckled and playfully squished your cheeks together with her hand. “Nothing’s different body-wise. But I’m glad you still seem to crave me all the same.”

She clawed her own bra off and you felt your pussy throb at the sight. Navia’s breasts were always soft and on the bigger side, and you felt a strong urge to take those pretty pink nipples in your mouth and suck her off.

Before you could sit up and take a tit in your mouth, Navia growled and pushed you back down.

“Not yet. I want to taste your cunt first.”

That strike of dominance was somehow not like Navia, but like her at the same. She was getting a lot more bold with her wants, pinning you back down and letting you feel her breasts against your own. Oh how soft they were, you wanted to whine and beg for her to let you please her but she was content on pleasing you first.

“Come on, stop whining. I’ll let you please me soon, but right now…” she licked a stripe down your neck and down the valley of your breasts. “I need to eat.”

She continued to trace her tongue down your body. From the valley of your breasts and down your stomach, the sensation of her new demonic-like tongue made your clit throb with impending need. You couldn’t wait to have her in between your legs, eating you out as ravenously as she did to those band members, but in a less gory way and more of a horny way.

Navia dragged her tongue lower and lower, growling once she reached the hem of your shorts and not even bothering to claw them off with her fingers. Instead, she bit down on the elastic hem and pulled them off with her teeth alone, tearing the fabric easily like tissue off the bone, and looking more like a rabid animal than human.

…You’re pretty sure you’re dripping like a waterfall by now.

Your chest heaved with every breath as you watched Navia tear your shorts and underwear to shreds, groaning and spitting out pieces of fabric as she was too desperate to open them the old-fashioned way. “You smell so good…” she purred again, almost salivating at the sight of your pussy bare before her. “Fuck—”

Not even a moment later and she dove in to lap her tongue against your folds, practically moaning the moment her tongue made contact with your clit. Your back arched up off the bed, the sudden sensation of Navia ravenously eating you out too good for you to handle. “Holy shit— Navia…!” you didn’t know how to handle the overwhelming waves of her tongue-fucking you, so you grasped onto her blonde locks once more for stability. “S-Slow down. I’m not going anywhere!”

Navia didn’t even comprehend what you were saying, her instincts driving her wild as she speared you open on her tongue repeatedly, her strong hands keeping your legs wide open while she went to town on the taste of your essence.

You couldn’t believe that the usually sweet and gentle Navia was so messily eating you out like it was her last meal. Her cheeks smeared in your slickness as she rammed her impossibly long tongue in and out of your hole. With each thrust and flick of her tongue, her teeth would occasionally brush against your over sensitive clit that was now puffy and raw, faintly reminding you of who you were sleeping with. But at this moment you didn’t care anymore.

“Navia…deeper…” you whined, making her growl possessively and push her tongue deeper into your walls. The sound seemed to make you even wetter —perhaps you were a monsterfucker at this point?— and Navia seemed to pick up on that as she continued to showcase more of her demonic side.

She gently nipped your clit with her toothy maw, reveling in the sight of you flinching in her grasp. The demon inside her seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you writhe, so Navia made a point to do it again every so often. With each lick, each needy whine and taste from your sopping wet cunt, Navia felt her hunger slowly become satisfied, a low purr leaving her throat as she waited for her dessert to come.

“You’re close, I can taste it.” she murmured against your folds, kissing your clit and pushing her tongue more aggressively against your sweet spot. “Come for me baby, please come. I need you to come for me please.”

Navia was getting desperate, cooing against your opening before inching you closer to release. Her tongue was so hot and pulsing, rubbing fiercely against all the deepest spots it could reach before you felt the heat inside you finally spill over.

With a final thrust, Navia let out her own moan at the feeling of your cum gushing into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed up every last drop, the lewdest of slurping noises filling your bedroom as Navia began to overstimulate you due to her need to taste everything.

“Oh my god…” you whined, throwing your head back as Navia made it her mission to not miss a single drop. This woman was determined to lick up anything that spilled down your thighs, even going as far as to lick up a few drops that landed on your sheets. “Mmm…you taste so good,” Navia purred, now drunk on your cum as she crawled upwards to kiss you, letting you taste your orgasm in her mouth. “Way, way better than any of those band members’ flesh. I could satisfy my hunger just by fucking you everyday.”

Your heart beat faster at that, causing Navia to sense it and giggle at your shyness. “Oh baby, I just tongue-fucked you like crazy and that is what causes your adrenaline to spike?”

She laughed and kissed your cheek. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought your girlfriend was just a regular, sweet human after sleeping with her. But that wasn’t the case, as the woman lying by your side was now possessed by a demon who had just killed and eaten several other people.

…Well, whatever. They had it coming for them anyways.

You let out a sigh and turned over to gaze upon your beautiful girlfriend, not caring about her bloodied clothes, her sharp teeth, or that ridiculously long tongue that felt like heaven inside you. Right now, all you saw was your lover alive and well, maybe with a few changes to her body, but overall she was still the Navia you loved.

“…I love you.” You repeated to her, causing Navia to blush at your admission.

“…I love you too, baby. I really am fortunate to have you with me even through all of this.”

She leaned in and kissed you once more, before pulling you in to cuddle tightly against her body.

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jubshead · 2 months ago

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𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐚

Paring: Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: The only person who could ruin a vacation in Italy was your stepmother, but what if she made it unexpectedly better?

A/N: Okay, so this was inspired by the second season of White Lotus and the title is in italian because I thought the english word was too crude.

I hope this isn’t too OOC, let me know!

This isn’t beta read and english isn’t my mother language, so bear with me.

Warnings: Face slapping, non-consensual spanking, dubious consent, unwanted arousal, degradation kink, face sitting.

I hope I didn’t leave anything behind, but if I did let me know.

Word count: 3.1k

Date: Nov 05, 2024

Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!

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─────── ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ───────

The sun shines through the blowing white curtains and into the bedroom. The last few days in Sicily were cloudy, and as pleasant as they had been, you’ve been longing for a day at the beach. The weather today was perfect for spending time in a bikini and staying at the hotel, not visiting any tourist spots or museums.

Italy is breathtaking. College was wearing you out, so spending a few weeks away from the student mentality is doing you good, it also helps that your father is paying for everything, even if it doesn’t erase the complicated relationship you two had.

Waking up early is mandatory in every vacation and today was especially easy. As soon as you had taken a peek at the open window of your room, you got out of bed. The constant tiredness you felt from your routine had vanished a few days into the city, and you were excited to make the most of it.

Skin glistening with sunscreen, you head downstairs for breakfast. The buffet was set up on a covered balcony with the chairs outside, where you could enjoy the view of the italian architecture as you ate. Grabbing a few fruits and a spoonful of eggs, you head out to find an empty table, only to catch sight of your father’s raised arm moving left and right to get your attention.

This vacation would be perfect if it weren’t for them.

“Good morning.” You say, settling on one of the chairs.

Your greeting goes unanswered. Your father is back on his phone and your stepmother gives you a mouth pressed smile, doesn’t bother pretending she likes you. Every time you were in their presence, you felt like throwing up. Besides the fact that your father is 30 years older than her, you still hate both of them for the affair they had while your parents were together.

You’ve always known your father was an asshole, but adultery was the final straw. The only reason you kept in contact with him was because of your mother. The saint she was, begged you to not distance yourself from him, scared you would be alone when she was gone, and how could you not grant a dying woman’s wish?

Rio was a cunt, but you couldn't deny that she was attractive. Your father wanting to stay with her wasn't a huge surprise. It was pretty clear, though, that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. She was obviously with him for the money, and you were pretty sure she was cheating on him. Karma is a bitch, after all, and your dad’s time has finally come.

Eating your meal slowly, you enjoy the light breeze blowing your hair back. Cargo navy blue shorts and an open white button shirt hide away your black bikini and when you stretch your arms up, you feel eyes on you. Turning towards your stepmother, you’re greeted with sunglasses covered eyes and a similar blouse to yours, her brown hair is down.

“I have to get some work done, so I won’t be able to spend the day with you.” Your father tells you, finally looking up from the phone.

“That’s fine.” You reply, shoving a spoonful of papaya into you mouth

Oh, thank goodness you wouldn't have to stay with them today.

“Rio will go to the beach with you, though.”

Your eye twitch at that. Glancing in her direction, you see her tongue poking into her cheek and a side smile, clearly enjoying your suffering.

“I’m sure she would like to do something else. “ You try.

“No, no. I want you to spend time together, get to know each other.” Your father and his need to make you two close, this whole trip was all about that and yet you still avoid her like you have done all these years. You’ve never wanted any kind of relationship with her and that wasn’t about to change.

“Whatever.” You breathe out.

“Come up to our room. Rio needs to change and I can give you girls some cash to go out and buy a few clothes.” Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Spending as much time away from her as possible was one of your goals in this vacation.

He leaves his uneaten breakfast on the table and gets up.

“Fine.” You concede.

In the hallway, they walk ahead of you and you take a moment to watch them. Your father moves with the confidence of a rich white man with a plastic filled face. He’s in his 70's and doesn’t have the worst body, but if Rio was putting up with him because of money, it must be torture. She was clearly above his level, with black hair, slim body and defined arms. Anyone could see that. She had a powerful aura and walked with a sway to her hips.

You look up when you realize you’re staring at her ass.

The white door opens up with your dad's key card. Their bedroom is huge. The entrance leads to a living room with two couches and a coffee table. At the parallel wall to the entry, a large door opens to a balcony with a beautiful view of the mountains, the water constantly crashing against the rocks. Their bed is on the left side and is separated by a bow shaped wall, the other side of the room is the bathroom. It has a big counter with multiple beauty products.

“I’m off. There’s a computer room downstairs, if anyone needs me, I’ll be there.” He hands you three hundred dollars and goes to kiss Rio.

He holds her waist firmly and she turns her head before his lips contact with hers. She pushes him slightly back and pat his shoulders, you hold in your laugh.

“Okay then.” He mutters embarrassed, ruffling your hair on his way out.

It doesn’t take 10 seconds after he leaves for you to turn to her and say. “Look, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want to spend time with you and I’m sure the sentiment is mutual.”

She fake gasps at you, eyebrows raised and smirks. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

Rolling your eyes, you head to the bathroom to wash your hands, they feel sticky after eating the fruits from breakfast. You hear some movement in the bedroom and assume Rio is grabbing her bikini. The wardrobe door closes shut and you glance up in the mirror to watch your stepmother's figure walking behind you. You’re one step away from moving out of the restroom when she slips her blouse and shorts off.

Time seems to stop as you watch her with her back to you, her ass is completely bare and you stare as she first ties the top knots of the two-piece. She bends to pull up the bottoms and you look down to your hands, your breath comes out shallowly, the image buried into your mind.

“Boo.” A voice says, her breath ghosts your ear and you try to hide your startlement.

Looking up, you purse your lips. She’s standing a foot behind you and smiles smugly in your direction. When you turn around, her face is closer than you expected.

“What do you want?” You ask sharply.

“What do I want?” She repeats slowly, her fingers running through your hair ends. “You tell me.” She stares into your eyes and you squint, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back.

“Fuck off.” You let out an incredulous laugh. “I always knew you were a whore, but this is beyond anything I’d have expected.”

“Why? Are you still mad at me because of mommy?” She teases with a fake pout.

Your entire face closes off and you take a step towards her.

“Don’t talk about my mother. You could never be half of the woman she was.”

“Oh, yeah? Your father would disagree.”

The reaction is instantaneous. Your palm stings from the contact and you gape at her, surprised at your own slap. With your hand frozen in midair, you observe as her head turns back in your direction, her cheek is stained by red fingers and she lets out a breathy laugh, running her digits through it.

“You are gonna regret that.”

The apology that was about to come out of your mouth is cut off by the yank on your scalp, your body is forcefully rotated towards the sink and you hold the impact with your palms. The tug in your hair makes your back bend in an uncomfortable way and your neck aches as it’s pulled back. Rio pressed firmly against your arched ass and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your startled face through the reflection. Her nails sink in your flesh.

“What are you doing?” You breathe out, partially scared and slightly aroused.

“Has anyones ever told you that you’re a brat?” She avoids your question with one with her own, you feel fingers running down your waist.

“Has anyone ever told you?” You return.

She scoffs as her mouth breaks into a grin, shaking her head left and right. The digits you felt moving through your covered skin grip you with full force and move to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning it. Panic flashes in your eyes as she pushes it down. You struggle against her hold and she pulls your hair harder.

“Don’t fight it, sweetheart.”

Breath catches in your throat when her fingers grab a handful of your bare ass.

“Do you know how I tame a brat?” She whispers in your ear and answers her own question. “I teach her a lesson.”

The sound of her palm colliding with your backside echoes off the white walls and your surprised yelp follows it. The slap doesn’t hurt, you could bet Rio didn’t put all her strength into it, the worst part, for sure, is that it felt good. The sting brings a delicious burn to your skin and you prevent yourself from asking for more.

The second time it happens, you grab harder into the counter. Words seem to fail you and you stand still, this whole thing feels like a fever dream. You look up at the mirror and see Rio’s eyes completely fixated on your ass, she smoothes her hands through it and you shudder.

The one that follows is firmer and you groan, unable to contain yourself. Goosebumps mark your skin and your body reacts to the pain, shifting uncomfortably against your bikini.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She asks, raising her brows and giving you a maniac grin.

“Fuck you.”

She ‘tsks’ behind you and hums, slapping you three times in a row. The reaction is instantaneous and you hate yourself for pushing your ass back against her.

“Who’s the whore now?” She asks in your ear and laughs.

The taunting worsens your condition. Slick gathers in your underwear and you bite your lips, stressed by the way your body is reacting to your step mother. She doesn’t give you any type of relief and smacks you two more times. This torture seems to be going on forever, but you’ve only counted seven slaps. You had no idea how long it would last.

You’re about to speak when she strikes you one more time, with an open mouth, you aren’t able to contain the moan that escapes you and your face lights up like a christmas tree.

“You are so cute when you blush, sweetheart.” She tells you and licks your ear, her palm massages your sore butt and she adds. “Everytime we meet, I just want to have you all to myself.” She pulls back and looks at your pitiful position. Arched back, red ass and shorts bunched up mid-thigh, she runs tongue over her teeth. “When I saw the opportunity today, I just knew I had to take it. It’s so easy to rile you up and the fact that you hate me only makes it all the more delicious.” You shudder at her words.

She is fucking mental.

She surprises you for a second time with a spank. Tears well up in your eyes, the sting is worse than before and your arousal is burning you up from inside. The whole situation is making you dizzy, you feel like you’d fall down if Rio wasn’t holding you so tightly. Your neck hurts and you almost beg her to stop, but you couldn’t handle the humiliation, so you face it like a big girl.

She delivers two more and you screw your eyes shut. One tear runs down your face and you feel Rio releasing the grip on your hair, turning you around to face her.

“Ten slaps, that’s all. No need to cry.” She runs her thumb over your wet cheek.

The sink presses against your backside and the cold of it helps with the burn, with your eyes still closed, you take a deep breath. You’re still in shock.

“Did you learn your lesson?” She asks, her palms holding your wrist against your breasts.

You stare at her for a second. Laughing at her smirk, you spit right in her face. She closes her eyes, whipping the dripping saliva with her fingers. Her entire face closes off, her patience seems to have run thin.

She doesn’t say anything else, turns around and pulls you by the forearm. You struggle against her hold, but she’s stronger than you expected. Losing your balance when she throws you on the mattress, you don’t have time to get up before she’s upon you, holding your wrist above your head and kissing you roughly.

You hate yourself for it, but it doesn’t take 5 seconds for you to kiss her back. She’s in full control of the kiss and you writhe beneath her, failing to release your arms. Her tongue runs against yours and you can barely breathe from the intensity, your head spinning.

One of her hands runs down your side to the bikini bottom.

You suck in a breath when she separates.

“I could eat you alive in this, couldn’t take my eyes off you at breakfast.” She tells you, licking your cheek.

Her hand brushes the black fabric before pushing it aside, you are embarrassed by your state. Her fingers run through your wet folds, circling your entrance as you whine, desperate to be fucked.

“You are pathetic.” She says close to your face.

Fuck your body for reacting the way it shouldn’t. The degradation turns you on even more and you feel your resolve crumbling. Rio chuckles at the intern battle she sees in your eyes.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to use that pretty little head of yours for long.”

She rolls off of you. The opportunity to escape presents itself and you don’t move an inch, with your wetness sticking to your thighs, you just want Rio to have her way with you. She smirks at you and crawls up your body until she’s stradling your ribs.

She doesn't put her full weight on you as she squeezes your cheeks and says. “Let’s see if this mouth is good for anything other than being disrespectful.”

You barely have time to understand the implication before her cunt completely shadows your vision. Her bikini is set aside and she pushes her hips down, making you grip her thighs in an attempt to control her pace. Giving up on your moral high ground, you lick a stripe up her lower lips. She hums on top of you and grinds down, her juices smear on your chin and you’ve only just begun. Apparently you weren’t the only one affected by the spanking.

Focusing your attention elsewhere, you leave a hard bite on her inner thigh, taking your hatred on her skin. She moans and sits completely on your face, making it impossible to breathe.

“You better get to work, sweetheart.” She mocks you and amends. “Before you pass out.”

You fully believe she’d let that happen so with renewed energy, you grab into her butt and grind her center against your face. Your tongue circles her entrance before going in. Hearing her hand grab the headboard, you begin to move in and out. Your pace is rapid and she seems to enjoy it as she starts to ride your face. Sucking her lower lips makes her groan on top of you, so you repeat the motion and squeeze a handful of her ass, making her moan.

With little breath, you stick your tongue out and let her chase her own orgasm. She slowly moves in circular motion and spreads her juices around your face. Her movement picks up speed and within seconds she’s bouncing against your mouth. You grip her ass tightly and feel your nose bumping against her clit.

She becomes a moaning mess on top of you.

For someone who can’t breathe, however, eternity seems to pass as you struggle to keep up with her. She is clearly on the edge and trying to reach her peak, so, in a last attempt to get her off of you, you run your tongue all the way up before sucking her clit as hard as you can.

Her movement comes to a halt and you feel her body tensing up, her thighs tighten around your head and your ears ring from the pressure. Her orgasm finally hits and she shudders on top of you, breathing heavily and letting out unrestrained moans.

She collapses beside you and you take the biggest gulp of air you can manage. Your breathing is as ragged as hers and you curse yourself for having a weakness for older women, this shouldn't have happened.

Silence befalls you for about a minute as Rio gathers herself and you contemplate your life choices. As soon as her breathing is slower, she gets up on her knees in the bed. All your previous worries leave your mind as soon as she’s back upon you, straddling your waist and biting her lips.

She kisses you and grasps the wrists that hold her face, you press your center against hers and let out a whine when she pulls back and gets out of the bed. With a puzzled face, you sit up and ask.

“Where are you going?”

“To the beach.” She simply says, grabbing a sun hat and putting it on.

“What?” You rapidly blink.

“You heard me.” Her face breaks into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen in her sulking face.

“Rio.” You whine like a petulant child.

She comes towards you and gives you a long peck. Your mouth follows hers as she pulls away.

“Brats don’t get rewards.” She states and heads for the door, exiting the room with a witchy cackle as you throw yourself back onto the bed.

#agatha all along #rio vidal #rio x reader #aubrey plaza #aubrey plaza x reader #rio vidal x reader

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chrisbesitos · 3 months ago

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Young reader meeting Chris’ parents for the first time and then finding her to be the cutest thing

It was the first time you traveled with Chris to Boston. You met his parents, you were feeling anxious and scared, because what if they don't like you? You chew your nails nervously, staring at the sky through the plane window, Chris notices your anxious state. He massages your shoulder, catching your attention.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doing this." He says, putting your hand down gently. You take a deep and shaky breath, Chris shakes his head, embracing your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so anxious? You're afraid or something?”

"Do you think your parents are gonna like me?" You ask, resting your head on his shoulder. Chris giggles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"My mom already loves you, I can promise you, doll." Chris hugs your body, kissing your forehead. "She texted me asking what you like to eat, she's really excited to meet you and so is my dad.”

"Still nervous, baby, sorry.”

"Don't be, okay? We still have a couple hours since we arrived in Boston, so try to relax and take a nap." He says, closing the window and pulling your hood down, covering your eyes. You chuckle, holding his hand.

"Chris, stop!”

Couple hours later, you arrive in Boston with Chris and his brothers. You sleep for a while, you wake up with Chris shaking your shoulder. Justin, Chris' oldest brother, was there to get you. He's really nice, he says that Chris talks about you all the time when he's home. The drive to their house was enough to make you fall asleep again on Chris' chest, you only woke up when you got there.

"You're so sleepy today." Chris jokes, helping you to get out of the car. You smile lazily, nodding your head and rubbing your eyes. Of course Chris didn't let you carry your bags, even if you feel bad of him carrying everything. "Don't worry, 'kay?" He says to you when you are at the door, he opens and pulls the bags inside. "We're home!”

"Oh, you're finally here!" Marylou says, approaching her son and hugging him. You stay behind them, hiding your hands inside of the sleeves of Chris' hoodie. "You must be Y/N, Chris talks about you all the time.”

"Mom!" Chris protests.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Mrs. Sturniolo." You say, Marylou opens her arms to hug you, your lips lean in a lovely smile.

"You can call me Marylou, sweetheart." She says. Marylou hugs her sons before she moves you towards the kitchen. She shows you the pictures on the walls of the triplets when they were kids and tells the stories about their childhood, Chris protests when Marylou starts to tell the embarrassing stories.

When Jimmy arrives, Chris introduces his girlfriend to his father, she was already comfortable in the house, talking with Marylou about her family and classes on college. You was feeling anxious and nervous, but Chris was totally right, his parents already loves you and treats you so well. Later in the day, you and Chris lay on his bed in his childhood room, your bodies intertwined together, Chris rubbing your back with his fingertips, your head resting on his chest.

"Thank you, baby." You whisper drowsy.

"For what, doll?" Chris asks, frowning his eyebrows.

"For everything, I love you.”

"You don't have to thank me for this." Chris chuckles, he kisses your hair. "I love you, doll.”

꩜ chérie's notes: im finally back 👏👏👏👏 hope you like it this little blurb <3

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taegimood · 4 months ago

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🙋‍♀️ Hi

Your hybrid fics/thoughts are so good 😣 Can I request puppy or penguin Kai pleeeeaaaase 🥺

thank you !!!!!! indeed you can 👀

mixed breed puppy hybrid!kai whose half retriever side is so predominant 🤧 floppy ears and fluffy black tail that’s always wagging and knocking into things cuz he doesn’t recognize his own size, the clumsiest but sweetest boy..

you were only planning on looking when you visited the hybrid adoption center, but the minute you saw kai and his bright shy smile, you just couldn’t resist 🥺

he’d be so adorably awkward at first, unsure of what to do with himself but still excited as he observes the apartment with wide eyes and a thumping tail, staying by the entrance shifting his weight around on his feet before you tell him that it’s okay to relax and go look around.

he’s so attentive and polite when you walk him through everything, nodding along and giving you his complete attention, eyes lighting up when you show him the space you just prepared for him;

you apologizing that it isn’t much yet since you hadn’t exactly planned on bringing anyone home and promising to spruce it up and buy him lots of things, but he’s quickly shaking his head and insisting that no, no, it’s perfect!!!!

your heart swells at how grateful he is over the littlest things and you definitely do end up buying him lots of stuff anyway <33

despite his shy n awkward nature at first, the two of you would end up bonding quickly.

you realize that he’s actually pretty mature and even have to assure him teasingly that he doesn’t need to be so polite all the time (which causes a blush to spread across his cheeks as he nods sheepishly) and soon he’s able to fall into a comfortable rhythm with you.

he’d loooove nuzzling his head against your tummy, and you wouldn’t even have to pet him for him to be satisfied — he just enjoys any contact and will happily slump against the squishiest parts of you that he can find.

he also loves your thighs for this reason and there have definitely been times you’ve had to quickly ease him off of you when he’d get his face a little too close to your crotch; he’s not sure why you’re moving him or why your cheeks are suddenly so red, but he’ll reposition himself if that’s what you want! 🤷🏻‍♀️

now despite kai having grown happily used to his new life with you by now, there’s one topic of conversation that has him feeling all awkward and shy all over again, and that’s the conversation that he’s trying to approach you with today —

your gentle giant towering over you innocently as he patiently waits for you to finish up what you’re doing, shifting his weight around on his feet the same way he did when you first brought him home;

“what’s up, hyuka? everything okay?”

he looks up from the floor with a start when you address him and smiles nervously.

“o-oh! um, yeah.. i just.. was wondering if we can talk about something?”

his fingers play with one of the napkins on the table after the two of you sit down, twisting and tearing it into little bits until you gently prod -

“hyuka? what is it, honey?”

he blushes at the pet name (secretly he loves it when you call him that) and finally meets your eyes.

“um, well… i needed to talk to you about.. uh… my.. m-my rut.”

you blink in surprise; that isn’t what you were expecting. to be honest, you hadn’t even thought about it before, still learning the ropes of what it means to care for a hybrid yourself.

as he explains in embarrassment that he can feel it coming soon and that he needed to let you know, you take note of how well he seems to be keeping himself under control — if his rut really is around the corner, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell — and you have to admit that when he brings up the mention of the breeding centers that he had heard people back at the adoption center talk about, you feel a twinge of uncertainty in your chest.

uncertainty, and… something else that you can’t quite place.

“hmm..”

he observes the slight furrow in your brow as you think for a moment. are you upset? is he being too much of a hassle?

but his momentary insecurity melts away when you finally respond,

“i’m just a little worried about sending you there for so long… i mean, it’s just a week or so, but.. i want to make sure you’re getting all the care that you need. it makes me nervous that i won’t be there to help.”

you don’t realize what you said until you said it.

kai’s head cocks to the side, confused. “help? how?”

“uh.. i just meant…” you’re lost for words. “well, i don’t really know what i meant.”

you can see the wheels turning in his brain as well as the realization when it dawns, and you wish a black hole would open up and swallow you when his head cocks the other way and he says,

“oh! you mean… you could be my breeding partner?”

if you’d had a drink in hand, you would’ve choked on it.

his words send a slew of images rushing through your mind, face heating up as you to try to push them away; you can’t think about your precious kai like this !!!

“w-well, t-that’s not exactly what i.. um… i mean, there are lots of other owners who.. uh.. who do that. but i wasn’t saying that-!”

you panic your way through an explanation, brows lifting as kai’s tail actually begins to.. wag.

his cheeks are pink as he sits there staring at you, even though you finished speaking, tail lightly thumping and the fabric of his pants bunching in his hands as they rest on his thighs.

it’s as if he can’t control his body’s reaction to your words and he knows it.

“uh… kai?”

his blush grows even deeper.

now it’s your turn to realize something as you observe him, before asking carefully,

“hyuka.. do you.. like that idea?”

and that, my friends, is how you guys came to the bizarre agreement that you would be the one to help kai through his rut.

the rest of that week would be kind of awkward, to be honest — kai still insanely embarrassed about admitting that he’d prefer it if you were the one in his bed, and you, well… you just find yourself dealing with desires that you didn’t even know you had, and didn’t even know if you were allowed to have.

but that awkwardness quickly comes to a forced end when you’re getting ready for bed one night, taking your time since it’s finally the weekend, having just slipped into your little tank top and sleep shorts set when you hear a thunk against your bedroom door.

you pause.

silence.

“hyuka..?” you call. more silence, but you swear you can hear the faintest sound of a groan come from the other side.

“kai? honey?”

you’re about to head for the door when it slowly swings open, your eyes widening at the sight of your hybrid slumped heavy against the doorframe, and you’ve never realized how broad his chest is until now as it heaves up and down with labored breaths.

his gaze is cloudy, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, dark hair falling into his eyes that are currently raking over your body — these clothes are the most revealing he’s ever seen on you, and you almost gasp at the low growl that forms quietly at the back of his throat.

“k-kai.. is it time..?”

he nods weakly, and you can tell how hard he’s trying to hold himself together.

you take a deep breath. you’ve never done this before, but you’re ready to give him whatever he needs. “okay. let’s go to your room.”

—

you’ve never felt so many sensations at once. the way kai grinds his body against you hungrily, hips pushing against yours, kissing and licking up and down your neck and tits as he groans — encasing you fully underneath his large frame as you try to keep up with his eager ministrations.

while you can tell that he is getting a little bit of relief, you can also tell that he’s still massively holding himself back (you’ll see just how much soon enough) and it takes everything in you to keep your own moans at bay as you assure him,

“hyuka- f-fuck- hyuka, i-it’s okay. just- just let go.”

his grinding is getting more desperate now, the bed starting to rattle and pants and whines falling from his lips as he protests, “d-don’t.. don’t wanna... hurt you…!”

you can feel his leaking cock throbbing against your thigh and can only imagine how painful it must be. when you take his face in your hands to make him look at you, there’s a wild look in his eyes, something feral on the verge of snapping — and you’re gonna let it.

“kai,” you breathe. “just let go.”

and so he does.

you’ve never been fucked so animalistic in your life, the hugeness of his form finally coming into play, the deep growls and snaps of his jaw that you never would’ve imagined your hyuka to be capable of; and yet here you are, fucked completely dumb on your hybrid’s cock as he’s got you pinned and marked and knotted over and over and over and over again as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do.

in his case, you’re his mate made to be manhandled, and it’s safe to say that by the end of his week-long rut you’re completely and utterly spent.

unable to even keep your eyes open as soon as it finally passes, the two of you exhausted as kai cuddles you as close as possible, gently licking and kissing at all the bites and marks he’d left behind, nuzzling his face in your hair as his cock slowly, finally, begins to soften inside of you.

you would probably sleep for a few days after that; kai taking such good care of you and treating you so sweetly with the softest touches as he tends to your bruises and keeps you all cleaned up and comfy.

i guarantee that after that first rut there’d be this deep unspoken bond formed between the two of you that makes you inseparable 🤧

all kai wants to do is love and protect you; your big strong sweet puppy who aims to make your life just as lovely as you’ve made his <333

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stove-top96 · 20 days ago

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Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree

Y Batfam x Gn Reader

Synopsis: With your family all in town, they decide it’s finally time to decorate the Christmas tree.

Featuring: platonic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.1k words

Something I whipped up while I shoulda been studying for bio. All advice is appreciated!! Supposed to be a one-shot but I might make a part two who knows?

9 months, you’ve been here. Sure there have been other holidays like Easter, birthdays, and Halloween, you just “weren’t adjusted enough” to celebrate them with Bruce and his family. it still feels wrong to celebrate Christmas even if you’re “adjusted”. Years Before you haven’t really had anyone to celebrate it with, but you still had the choice to celebrate how you wanted. In all honesty you preferred being alone, away from Dicks clinginess and anger issues. Jason’s protectiveness was insufferable and you always get caught in the middle of his and Bruce’s fights. Tim’s stalking and creepiness is so unsettling. Damian’s intense stares and demand for your attention drive you crazy. Bruce’s overall presence is just way too intense for you to handle.

Sitting in your room, eyes fixed on the book you're reading. There’s a fast knock, and your door swings right after. “Everyone’s at the manor today, so we decided now’s the perfect time to decorate the tree” Dick’s voice filled with excitement. You never got a say in this decision, but then again when have you ever. “You sure it’s not kinda early?” You question, carefully with the wording so you won't get in trouble for having an “attitude” whatever that means. Looking up you can see his grin, he’s clearly excited and you're almost jealous. It'd probably be a lot easier if you felt like them. “It’s already December” he answers dismissing your objection, now there’s no way you’ll be able to get out of decorating this tree. “And when is everyone in the family all here together at the same time” you do see his point, much to your disdain. Jason could never tolerate being in the same room as Bruce, only showing up when he was on longer missions or to whisk you away for the night. Damian had started to take on longer missions as well, although they only took about a week. Dick and Tim had their own teams to run, taking up a good portion of their time. These facts really made you jealous, being stuck here because of their selfishness while they still get to see the world made you hate them even more. “I guess you have a point” you agree, following Dick down the long hallway.

Holding your hand he led you to the living room. You want to pull away, but he’d probably just get upset and cling to you even more this evening. Grinding your teeth you’ll just have to bare it until you get to the living room.

Clearly they’ve planned to do this for a while. boxes of decorations already clutter the big living room, Bruce is currently following Alfred’s instructions on how to set up the tree, Damian and Tim are digging through boxes, and Jason is untangling lights. It’s honestly a very uncharacteristic scene of your “family”. this is probably the closest thing to normal you’ll get tonight, might as well play along hoping no one will bother you too much tomorrow.

Dick makes his way over to some box, labelled ornaments. Still not letting go of your hand you try not to roll your eyes too hard, opting to help him sort through the box. “These all gonna fit?” You mumble to yourself absentmindedly as you unwrap the ornaments, and gently set them on the table. “We’ll make it work.” Jason pipes up, finishing the lights. He motions you over, you assume part of the reason is to help him the other part to get back at Dick for something. Why else would he have such a shit eating smirk? Dick sends Jason a quick scowl in retaliation. God, all your doing is helping him with the lights, it really isn’t that deep.

“Kay Bridie, all you gotta do is wrap them ‘round the back once I pass them to ya.” Bridie is his nickname you know he knows you hate. He's obviously trying to get a rise out of you. Why else would he talk to you like your five. Bruce sends him a warning look, telling him not to push it. You roll eyes and nod your head giving him a response is probably the worst thing you could do right now, it’ll just raise his ego and he’ll tease you for the rest of the evening. As you and Jason pass the lights back and forth, it never really occurred to you just how tall this tree was. Wincing at the thought of how long this will take to decorate, let alone spending it with these people. Like everything else you don't have a choice, so you keep passing the lights forward. “Sure you’ll be able to reach the top?” He knows the answer, once again he’s just trying to get a reaction. “We’ll see” you know you won’t be able to reach, but there’s a chance if you go on your tip toes and reach real hard. “I can always lift you if it’s too hard” Jason’s comment makes the family briefly pause what they are doing, Damian even shoots Jason a glare. Anything’s better than that. So you stand on your tippiest of toes and reach as hard as you can, and you’re actually able to make it to the top. Much to the families relief, if Jason got to carry you like that it’s likely he won't let the others live it down

Dick seems done with unwrapping the Ornaments. Truthfully you’ve never decorated a Christmas tree before, and all though you’d rather be anywhere but here there’s still that inner child who has always dreamed of decorating their own tree. “You gonna help me put them on babybird?” Dick asks, saying no will do more harm than good so you opt for a different excuse “What if I drop one though?” You ask, hoping he’ll take the bait, knowing he'd never fall for it. “We’ll just clean it up then, no big deal.” Like always he doesn’t fall for it, although you admit the excuse was kinda dumb. “If you say so” he has his grin from earlier, as he passes you the colourful ornaments. Looking closer at them it’s clear they’re expensive, rightfully so they’re beautiful with red and gold accents. As you look for the right spot to place them Dick comes up beside you, “don’t think to hard about it babybird, just put them on it’ll all come together” he can sense your growing anxiety and doesn’t want to spoil your mood so early, so he keeps his space and offers words of encouragement. You're thankful at least he somewhat knows when to back off “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before”, you step closer to the tree not really knowing where to put it, so you just place it next to Dick’s. Pride swells in Dick’s chest, “just like that” he encourages smiling to himself. Placing various ornaments on the whole tree you lost track of time, maybe because Dick was giving you some space to enjoy yourself for once. Whatever the case, as you decorated the tree your smile brightened the room, and was appreciated by everyone.

“Why don't you put the star on top this year?” Bruce’s voice calm and content, his lips slightly upwards, which is the closest you’ll ever get to a smile. “I won’t be able to reach the top though” you were barely able to reach with the lights no way you’ll be able to place the star on the very top. “Don’t worry about that” Bruce says, passing you the gold star. it’s beautiful with intricate carved designs, it’s a little heavy. You wonder if it’s made of gold or not? “What do you mea-“ before you can even finish your sentence you're hoisted up into the air by Bruce. You're a little mad he gave you no warning, but you're willing to let it go. Bruce probably won’t mention it again he’d probably just keep the memory for himself, he definitely would never tease you about it. As he holds you near the top of the tree, you secure the star on top. Smiling that bright smile as he brings you down, any earlier feelings of unease washing away as you let yourself get carried away with all the decorating.

“What candles should we light?” Tim approached you, holding three different candles in his arms. Grabbing the first one, dark green in colour it smelt like pine. “That one’s nice” you note passing it back to him. The second a deep red smelled like peppermint and made you feel just a little nauseous. “I’m not into that one” passing it back to Tim who just sets it on the coffee table. Grabbing the last candle a light brown one, it smelt like a warm cozy cinnamon, you figure it’s the one that will make the room feel most welcoming. “I think we should light this one, what about you?” You ask, wanting to make sure he’d be okay with your choice. “I agree.” Tim says, not even bothering to smell the other candles. He leads you away from the tree and towards the mantle, the box still full of decorations beside it. Why is nothing done? What were they all doing while you and Dick were decorating the tree? “I kinda don’t have a vision for the mantle” Tim admits, you're pretty sure he’s lying and just wants this opportunity to be close with you. Although you're kinda getting into this whole decorating thing, it’s even starting to feel a little fun. So you're not as mad as you want to be. “Okay, I guess I can try”. Finding fake greenery, pinecones in the box, even some red ribbon. you're starting to get a vision of what you want to happen. Too tired to get up and do it yourself you start bossing Tim around. It's kinda fun, he’s good at following your instructions, always knowing how exactly you want the ribbon draped over the greenery and the exact spot you want the candle holders. Tim knows what he’s doing, he likes seeing you smile and hearing your voice even if that means you’re bossing him around, he’ll gladly follow any order you give him.

“We must hang up the family's stockings.” Damian states, motioning towards some sort of metal rack he put together. At least he did something. The rack is fixed with 7 hooks, they must have bought a new one to hold your additional stocking. “Sure” you smile “what box are they in” you ask, “that is the issue, someone did not label the box they put them in last year” he grumbles, shooting Dick a glare. You giggle “we’ll find them”. The family pauses for a beat, it had been months since they heard you laugh. Today truly is a day worth celebrating in their eyes. After about 15 minutes of searching you finally found them. “I found them!” You exclaim, and Damian turns around to sort through them with you. The stockings are actually kinda cute, red knitted socks with everyone’s names on them. Your stocking was the exact same. You wonder how far in advance they had yours made? As you and Damian hung the stockings starting with Alfred’s and working your way down, you didn’t expect yours to fit in so well when hung on the hooks but it didn’t bother you, it’d be more weird if yours was out of place.

“It actually looks kinda good” you hate to admit, but the warm lights radiating off the Christmas tree bring a nice ambiance to the room, the colorful ornaments adorned on every branch, and a sparkling star that rests on top. The Cinnamon scented Candles flicker on the mantel, draped with red ribbons and greenery. Each family member's stocking hanging in front of the fireplace waiting to be filled, the crackling fire really completes the look. Taking a step back to really appreciate the room you feel a sense of pride bubbling in your chest. “Why wouldn’t it, we’re the ones who’s decorated it” Damian states matter of factly, clearly also somewhat proud of his work. “I think this is the best it’s ever looked” Dick’s excitement still present from earlier. “You got a point,” Jason agrees, with a small smile on his face. “It’s been a while since I got to relax like this” Tim states, smiling soaking in the view. “Alfred informed me dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes, why don't we start to head over”. Oh god, you’re way too exhausted to deal with a family dinner.

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Grapevine

Summary: Flirty reader x Johnny. Reader is newly single and johnny gets the nerve to ask out his long-time crush.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 7.9k

The Cobra Kai dojo pulsed with energy. The sharp thud of fists hitting pads blended with the sound of rock music blaring from a small stereo in the corner. Johnny Lawrence wiped the sweat from his brow, tossing his hair back as he turned to his buddies.

"Bobby, turn that up!" Johnny called out, motioning toward the stereo. His friends chuckled as Bobby cranked the volume, and the beat of Def Leppard’s "Rock of Ages" filled the room.

Johnny hit the bag a few more times, but his focus started to drift. Between drills, he caught a glimpse out the window. Across the street, sitting on the curb with her friends, was her.

He watched as she laughed, casually licking an ice cream cone. She was gorgeous—usually with a boyfriend who was some hotshot on the football team.

Johnny's jaw clenched as he landed another punch. "You're staring again," Tommy called out, smirking as he took off his gloves. He'd noticed how Johnny's attention always drifted when she was nearby.

Johnny rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. "Yeah, so?"

Tommy tossed his gloves onto the bench and leaned against the wall, lowering his voice. "Heard something interesting, though." Johnny raised an eyebrow, only half-interested. “What if I told you she might not have a boyfriend anymore?”

Johnny's eyebrows shot up, turning his full attention to Tommy. He feigned indifference, but his heart thumped in his chest. The thought that she was single now made a flicker of hope spark within him.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, trying to maintain a neutral tone. He focused on unwrapping his boxing gloves to cover his growing curiosity.

Tommy laughs, he can tell Johnny is hooked on his story. “Well— apparently they’ve been broken up since last month. Guess he got drunk and never went to her birthday or something” Tommy shrugged “That’s what I heard from her friend Amy.”

Johnny's knuckles whitened as he balled his free hand into a fist involuntarily. Hearing that the guy she had been dating had blown off her birthday fueled a strange mix of anger and satisfaction in him.

"No way," he muttered, his voice catching on his words. He had been aware of her boyfriend and their seemingly perfect relationship, but the idea that she was single now was nearly too good to be true.

Tommy nodded “Yeah man, she was totally pissed about it, Amy said she threw all of his clothes in the ocean, and got her landline changed so he’d stop calling.” The other boys come around to listen, hearing the newest gossip.

Johnny's eyes widened as the tale unfolded. It was hard to hide his growing excitement, especially now that he had an audience. He could picture her, fiery and livid, tossing her ex's belongings into the waves. The idea that she was passionate and feisty only added to her appeal.

“The hot ones are always the hardest to let go” Dutch whistles “Poor guy” he added, sarcastically.

Johnny snorted, rolling his eyes as Dutch spoke. "Yeah, poor guy," he echoed, his voice filled with sarcasm. Though his words mirrored the sentiment, the last thing he felt like doing was having pity on her ex. In fact, he enjoyed the thought of him miserable, especially now that he had the chance to swoop in.

Bobby nudged him “Dude you’ve had the hots for her since, like forever. You should make a move.”

A mixture of hope and anxiety churned inside of Johnny as he considered Bobby's words. He'd spent so much time on the sidelines, watching her with other boys, that the thought of finally having a chance felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "I don’t know, man," he said, stalling. He cast a sidelong glance out the window again. She was still there, giggling with her friends, seemingly unaware of his internal struggle.

The newest Van Halen booms over the speakers as the boys try to hype him up. “Come on man, you know chicks love the Gi” Dutch gestures to the karate attire they’re all wearing. “Not as much as they love you eating dirt, Dutch” Tommy flies into Ditches side with a side kick, knocking Dutch oven.

Johnny laughed at Dutch’s expense, the small interaction a helpful distraction from his nervous thoughts. He could picture her swooning over him in his signature Gi. The thought was almost laughable considering his history with girls.

Dutch grumbled getting to his feet. “Hey man, I’m just saying— chicks dig the uniform, you know I’m right!”

The guys laugh as Dutch attempts to defend himself. As the conversation continues, Bobby throws an arm around Johnny’s shoulder’s and gives him a reassuring smirk.

“Look man, you don’t gotta ask her out today, but at least go talk to her. You have to try or you’re gonna miss your shot.”

“She’s a smoke show, once word gets out, the flocks gonna come” Tommy reasons.

Johnny’s stomach churned at the thought of other guys flocking to her, but he knew the guys had a point. Letting this opportunity slip away would be a mistake. He exhaled slowly, steadying himself before he spoke.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, “I’ll go talk to her. But I swear, if any of you tag along I’ll kick all your asses.”

“She’s all yours, guy” Jimmy smiles cheekily.

Johnny rolled his eyes at Jimmy’s comment. He could always count on his friends to be a pain in his ass. But deep down, he was thankful for their support—even if it was laced with sarcasm.

He took a moment to adjust his Gi, running a hand through his hair and straightening his headband. He exhaled deeply, readying himself to make the short trek across the road to her.

She sat with her friends, sipping a soda, as they looked at the newest edition of teen beat with Micheal J Fox as the centerfold. “He’s so dreamy” cooed her friend Sarah. “I don’t see the appeal” she pretended to gag.

The group of girls laughed at her exaggerated expression. The conversation carried on, debating the merits of 80s heartthrobs while Sarah continued to rave about Michael J Fox.

Outside, Johnny watched the scene through the dojo window, summoning the courage to approach her. His heart continued to beat furiously in his chest as he finally steeled himself to cross the street.

“Dude, she’s not getting any younger” Tommy called out.

Johnny shot a withering glare over his shoulder toward his friends. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, his voice full of annoyance. He wasn’t sure who he was more frustrated with, his friends or himself for having to be pushed to talk to her.

He turned back toward the window, watching as the group of girls continued to chat. Taking a deep breath, he pushed out the front door of the dojo and started across the street.

They looked over the magazine still. Flipping the flimsy pages as one of her other friends nudges her. “Don’t look now but, Johnny Lawrence is totally coming over and he totally has his eyes on you!” her friend whispered. She tried not to look, “No way” she said in disbelief.

The news sends a ripple of excitement through the group of girls. They all turn toward the approaching Johnny, trying to hide their grins of anticipation.

Her friend pokes her again, nodding in Johnny’s direction. “I’m serious! And he looks hot in his gi.”

She looks up to confirm their rambling. It was true, he was getting closer by the second. Her heart rate quickened, but he could be going over there for any of them, surely not her.

Johnny’s steps felt heavy under the weight of his own nerves. He tried to keep his expression cool and casual as he got closer to where the group of girls were still huddled.

Finally, he found himself a few paces away, his palms suddenly sweaty. He managed a small smile, hoping it didn’t come off as nervous as he felt.

“Hey, mind if I talk to you for a second?” he asked, directing the question at her. He tried to ignore the flutter in his stomach as he spoke.

“Me?” she pointed to herself, not believing this was actually happening, a blush starting to form on her cheeks.

Johnny chuckled at her response, unable to hide a grin now. Her rosy cheeks fueled the fire within him, and any lingering nerves were quickly replaced by confidence.

“Yeah, you,” he affirmed, his voice clear and smooth.

She stood up from the sidewalk, walking away with him to a spot away from her friends. She turned around, quirking her brows at her friends. Johnny and her stopped near a telephone pole, equal distance from her friends and the dojo.

As they walked, Johnny glanced over his shoulder toward the dojo. His friends were watching through the window, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen.

When they reached the telephone pole, he turned to face her. Up close, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He couldn’t help but notice how she fidgeted with her hair as she looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and hope.

“So,” he began, clearing his throat. “I have a question for you.”

She smiled, she wasn’t sure what his angle was, but she sure as hell wasn’t minding getting to look at him in that gi. “Sure, what is it?” she responds.

Johnny smirked, enjoying how easily he seemed to be flustering her. He took a step closer, leaning his back against the pole, his confidence growing.

“You're single now, right?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. But his pulse quickened, knowing this was the make-or-break of this entire conversation.

“Yeah, how did you know?” she smirked. She always used to catch him looking at her, one time at a party when he was drunk he even said she had a nice rack. Secretly she knew he always wanted her in some way, even if it was just physical.

He shrugged, the gesture feigning nonchalance. “I heard a few things,” he said, not wanting to give too much away. “So, no more hotshot football player boyfriend?”

She shook her head “Nope, benched him a few weeks ago” she replies slickly. She can’t help but notice how his hair sticks out over his headband, and how cute it is.

Johnny chuckled at her response. She was witty, he had to give her that. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his gi, trying to act nonchalant.

"Oh, really? And why's that?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her.

“I thought you had spies that told you everything about me” she flirts. She was still kind of surprised he knew her and her ex broke up.

The conversation was starting to feel easier, even downright enjoyable.

He leaned a little closer, enjoying the scent of her perfume. "Maybe I do,” he counters, “But I wanted to hear it straight from the source."

“Didn’t peg you for much of a gossiper” she teases. “I broke up with him because he was being an ass hole, forgot my birthday” She shrugged it off, telling him the things he already heard from Tommy.

Johnny nodded in agreement, feigning surprise although he knew the story. “What a dumb ass,” he muttered. “I can’t believe he blew off your birthday. It’s like the one thing a guy should always remember.”

“Actually, there’s two more: Anniversary, and when to call,” she joked. She had a natural charm to her, that’s probably why half of the Valley can’t get over its obsession with her.

Johnny let out a sharp laugh, genuinely surprised by her quick-witted response. No one had ever called him out on that, aside from the boys.

He smiled wider at her, intrigued by her confidence. “I guess I should be writing all of that down, huh?”

“I charge by the hour, by lessons as well,” she joked.

Johnny laughed again. “I'll have to start saving up, then.”

He found himself enjoying her sense of humor more than he'd expected. The fact that she could keep up with him was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

He looked at her, his gaze lingering for a beat longer than it should. He could feel his heart pounding as he took her in—her soft blonde hair, her sparkling eyes, her rosy cheeks.

“Yeah, guess you’ll have to quit karate to afford me,” she laughs. It’s all jokes, but she can’t help it. He made it too easy to fall into this flirtatious back and forth.

He feigned offense, placing his hand on his chest dramatically. “I’d never give up karate, no matter how much I’d have to pay to keep you talking to me.”

Johnny leaned in a little closer, feeling emboldened by her playful banter. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips and back again.

She bites back a grin, she knew exactly what Johnny was trying to do. “You don’t have to pay me for this conversation— I'll only let it slide this one time” she teases him.

Johnny chuckled, taking her banter in stride. He leaned a little closer, his shoulder now nearly touching hers. “I appreciate the discount," he said, his voice dropping to a lower octave. "You drive a hard bargain, you know that?"

She giggles, he was charismatic and cute, not to mention that sexy karate uniform. She didn’t entirely hate this conversation.

Johnny smiled wider at the sound of her laughing. It was like music to his ears. He felt his confidence growing with each passing second, her giggles fueling the fire inside of him.

He shifted his weight, turning to face her. He was close enough to feel the heat of her body. He lowered his voice, his tone dropping to something more serious. "Can I ask you something else?"

“Depends on what it is,” she says softly.

Johnny took a breath, trying to ignore the way her voice made his heart skip a beat. He glanced toward the dojo, where his friends were still watching. They all had grins on their faces, knowing what was at stake.

He looked back at her, steeling himself.

“I wanted to ask you... if you’d go out with me. This Saturday.”

It was a simple question, but he held his breath, waiting for her response.

She hit the inside of her cheek from excitement, trying to hold back the immediate yes that flooded her mind. “Like, on a date?” she queried.

Johnny nodded, his heart feeling like a jackhammer in his chest. "Yeah, like on a date."

He suddenly felt nervous now that he’d actually asked her. But her reaction gave him some hope—she hadn’t said no and he hadn’t seen any looks of repulsion at the idea of going out with him.

She decided to tease him a little further before giving him a satisfactory answer. “Why do you want to go on a date with me?” she asks, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

Johnny let out an exaggerated sigh. She was going to make him work for it.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Because you haven’t run away yet.”

“There’s still time,” she teased.

Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. “I guess I better talk fast, then.”

“You think I'm cute or something?” she teased him.

He feigned surprise. “What? You? Cute? No way.”

Johnny laughed, a look of faux skepticism on his face. He took another step closer, less than a foot away from her now.

“Aw bummer” she shrugs “Cuz i think you’re pretty cute” she begins to walk away, she’s too smooth for her own good.

Johnny’s heart skipped a beat as she began to saunter away. Damn, she was good. No way was he letting her get away like that.

He grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back to face him. The contact sent a shiver through his body, their faces just inches apart again. “Wait wait, you can't just walk away from me like that.”

“You can tell me why I can’t on saturday” she grins “8 o’clock, i live at the last house on mulberry.”

Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. She definitely knew how to play the game.

“It’s a date, then” he said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “But if you try to stand me up, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Even if I do, I'm still charging you” she smirks, in honesty, she couldn’t wait.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, a look of mock concern on his face. “I’m starting to think you’re just in it for the money.”

He couldn’t help the excitement building up inside of him. He’d actually got a date with her - beautiful, witty, and charming as hell. The butterflies in his stomach felt like they were about to take flight.

She giggles, “I’ll see you Saturday, Johnny lawrence.”

He watched as she walked back to her friends, her hips swaying with each step. He could feel his heart pounding from the adrenaline and the excitement coursing through his veins.

He turned away, walking back to the dojo and the four grinning faces of his friends waiting for him.

Once Johnny walked through the door, Dutch put his arm around him “So man, what happened out there?”

Johnny shrugged, trying to act casual, but the grin on his face wouldn’t falter.

“I got a date on Saturday,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“How the hell did you pull that off man?” Tommy goes wild. “Yeah, it looked like she had you really working for it” Bobby ribs him.

Johnny chuckled, waving off their comments. “Yeah, she definitely made me work for it,” he admitted. “But it was totally worth it.”

He started walking toward the locker rooms, the thrill of his victory still coursing through his veins.

“And was she totally checking the gi or what?”Dutch asked, wondering if his advice worked.

He tried to keep his cool, even though the thought of her checking him out made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh yeah,” he said nonchalantly. “She was definitely checking out the gi. How could she not, right?”

“Right man,” Jimmy chuckled. “Might have made her switch teams from football to karate.”

Johnny laughed, joining in on the jokes. “Who needs a quarterback when you can have the All-Valley champ?”

He opened his locker to start changing out of his gi. Even as he changed, his mind was still filled with thoughts of her.

“Atta boy” Tommy cheers.

Johnny continued changing, a look of sheer gratification on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck. Against all odds, he’d actually managed to score a date with the girl of his dreams.

As he finished getting changed into street clothes, he made a mental note to be on time come saturday. There was no way he was gonna risk blowing this opportunity.

*Fast forward to Saturday*

Johnny spent most of the day getting ready for his date. He showered, shaved, and picked out his best outfit. He spent more time than necessary fixing his hair, trying to get that perfect balance of casual and stylish.

Finally, it was time to go. He checked himself one last time in the mirror, giving himself a reassuring nod. It was time to pick her up.

She put on an outfit that was sure to knock his socks off, she figured if he went through all of her teasing and taunts a few days ago, he should at least have a hot date. A black form shitting long sleeve, with jeans that fit her rear just right.

She did the finishing touch on her makeup as she eyed outside of her bedroom window, waiting for his rod to pull into her driveway.

The drive to her house felt like it took forever. All the way there, Johnny’s heart was pumping with excitement. The radio played some 80’s love hits, which only made him feel more anxious and eager to see her.

When he pulled into her driveway, he double-checked himself in the rearview mirror. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the car and made his way to her front door.

She watched Johnny approach the door, running down the stairs to hear him rasp on the door. She felt a surge of nervousness take over her, this was the first date she’d been out on since the breakup, she hoped it was gonna go well.

When she opened the door, he nearly lost his breath. She looked incredible. Wearing a figure-hugging outfit that showed off her curves, makeup that enhanced her natural beauty, she looked better than he could’ve ever imagined.

He took a second to compose himself, raking in the sight of her with a hungry gaze, before smiling. “Hey.”

She smiled, closing the door behind her as the cool night air nipped at her cheeks. “Hi” she said softly, “No gi tonight?” she joked. He cleaned up nice, she thought to herself.

He chuckled, looking down at his outfit. He'd chosen a simple but stylish look - jeans, a button-down shirt, and a leather jacket.

"No, no gi tonight," he replied, a cheeky smile on his face. "Thought I should mix it up a bit."

He took in her outfit once more, trying not to let his gaze linger. "You look amazing, by the way."

Her makeup concealed her real blush, hidden under the powder. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself” She flirts, walking down the front steps with Johnny to his car.

Johnny had to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. Her compliment made his heart skip a beat, just like it had on the telephone pole.

He opened the car door for her, a charming smile on his face. "Ready?”

She nodded as she slid in, his car was surprisingly cleaner than she would have thought. Some karate gear in the back seat, along with some school books. It smelt like cologne and stale cigarettes, almost intoxicating.

He shut the door after her, making his way to the driver's side, trying to ignore the flutters in his stomach. As he settled into the driver's seat, he glanced in her direction, noticing her taking notice of the contents in his car.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry about the mess," he said, gesturing to the karate gear in the back. "I was training earlier today."

She shook her head as if to say ‘it’s okay.’ “It’s not messy” she simply replies, turning to him. “So, what did you have planned?”

Johnny started the engine, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. He gave her a sly smile. “Well, I thought we could start by grabbing a bite to eat, maybe taking it to the beach?”

He glanced over at her, taking in the sight of her once more. Her perfume filled his nostrils, making his heart beat even faster in his chest.

As their sprayed scents mingled, making a deadly combination, she smiled “Yeah, that sounds really good actually.” She could hardly believe he had a plan, guys usually just stare at you until you pick something to do. “Any idea where you want to take out from?”

He shrugged, his attention shifting back to the road. "I was thinking we could grab some pizza. There's a place just down the beach where they’ve got the best mozzarella sticks."

Johnny looked over at her again, the street lights providing the perfect illumination of her face. "Or if there's anywhere else you want to go, I'm cool with that too.”

“Pizza sounds good, I'm a sucker for a classic cheese” She giggled. She glanced over at Johnny, his hands positioned on the steering wheel in a way that would make any girls heart beat faster. The slight smirk that hung on Johnny's lips made it really hard for her to bite back her own.

Johnny felt her gaze on him, a wave of heat washing over his skin. He glanced over at her again, noticing the way her eyes lingered on his mouth. A rush of excitement coursed through him.

He tried to stay focused on the road, but his mind kept drifting back to her. The sight of her, sitting next to him, the scent of her perfume filling the car.... It was all driving him wild.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “So, uh... have you been to any parties lately?”

She turns back to the road, “Yeah a few. Marissas, Dave’s keg party, I was even at Jimmys for a second a few weeks ago” she lists her whereabouts. “I actually saw you there— but you were totally plastered” she giggles.

Johnny chuckled, somewhat embarrassed at the memory. "Right... I was pretty wasted that night."

He looked over at her again, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in the way the light of the street lamp flickered against her skin.

"I uh... don't remember much from that night," he admitted, heat creeping into his cheeks.

A playful grin plays on her lips, as does an increased blush. “I remember something pretty specific about that night— about you” she teases Johnny.

His heart skipped a beat. "Oh yeah? What do you remember?"

He kept his eyes on the road, trying to keep his cool, but the sound of her voice and the hint of mischief in her tone was enough to drive him wild.

“You uh” she starts quietly “You told me.. I had a nice rack.” She bursts out laughing at his expense.

Johnny felt his cheeks heat up, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief on his face. "I.... did I say that? Damn..."

He chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. "I’m sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. "I think I was way too drunk that night."

She shakes it off, still giggling “It’s okay, really” she assures him “It just sort of came out of nowhere.”

Johnny sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. The thought of his drunken self saying something so inappropriate to her made him feel like a complete tool.

He glances over at her, a hint of remorse in his eyes. "I really don’t know what came over me that night," he said sincerely. "I can’t remember much, but I do remember thinking you looked pretty cute."

She looks at Johnny, damn he was quick with recovery. She hummed in acceptance as she finished stifling laughter from the memory.

They made it to the pizza place just a few minutes later, it was right across from the beach. He opened the door for her to climb out and then they headed inside.

Johnny held the door open for her, taking a deep breath as she passed by. He followed her into the pizza place, the aroma of pepperoni and cheese filling his nostrils.

As they approached the counter, he let his gaze wander over her. The way her outfit clung to her curves made it hard for him to focus.

He ordered a large cheese pizza and a basket of mozzarella sticks, his focus divided between the cashier and the girl next to him.

He paid for the food, then a few moments later took it to go, walking toward the beach. The moon reflected off of the ocean, cascading light to the shore. They sat a few yards from the waves, opening the food and indulging.

They both sat on the sand, the cool night air and the sound of the waves providing a romantic backdrop for their date.

Johnny watched as she took a bite of the pizza, his heart skipping a beat as she closed her eyes in pleasure. He took a mozzarella stick, chewing it as he tried to think of something to say.

"So, uh... besides watching me embarrass myself at parties, what do you do for fun?"

“ Well” she finishes chewing “I do lots of stuff. Bike around with friends, go to the mall, listen to music.”

He nods, taking in her answer. He could definitely imagine her riding around on a bike, the wind in her hair and a carefree smile on her face. "Music, huh?" he asks, his interest piqued. "What kind of music do you like?"

“Rock mostly, some pop” she takes another bite, watching the wind from the sea meds with Johnny's hair.

Johnny smiled, appreciating her taste in music. "Me too," he said. “Although I gotta admit, I have a bit of a soft spot for some love songs."

He takes another mozzarella stick, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he looks out at the sea. Even in the dim moonlight, she looked absolutely stunning.

“Oh yeah?” she teases, secretly loving his confession. “Which ones your favorite?”

Johnny chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "Oh man, that’s a tough one."

He took a moment to think, his eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to choose. "But if I had to pick one..." he grins.

"I’d say it's ‘Faithfully’ by Journey."

He caught her by surprise, she didn’t peg him for a romantic. “That one’s pretty good, I bought the album on vinyl when it came out last year.”

Johnny’s eyes widened in surprise. “You have it on vinyl?” he asked, clearly impressed. “That’s pretty cool."

He took a bite of his pizza, watching her with a newfound respect. The fact that she not only knew the song, but actually owned the album in its most authentic form, made his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah” she took a sip of her drink”Maybe you can come by sometime and listen with me. I have a bunch of records, all pretty good if I do say so myself” she offers, a hint of nervousness in her voice, she wasn’t used to asking guys to hang out. They always asked her.

Johnny nearly choked on his pizza at her invitation. The idea of going over to her house and listening to her records made his heart skip a beat.

He tried to play it cool, a sly smile on his face. "That sounds pretty awesome," he said. "I’d love to come check out your collection sometime."

She looked at him with soften eyes “Cool.” She picked up her final slice of pizza as she began to bite into it. “How about you, what are some of your hobbies?”

Johnny took a moment to ponder the question as he munched on his pizza. "Hmm, well I guess my biggest hobby is karate," he admitted. "It's been a big part of my life for a while now."

He thought for a moment, racking his brain to think of something else. "And I guess... I like riding my motorcycle when I get the chance."

“Motorcycle, huh?” she says curiously, he really was some rebel. It was kind of intriguing, and made her want to know all about him.

Johnny nodded, unable to keep the hint of pride out of his tone. "Yeah, I picked one up a few months ago. It's a Kawasaki."

He couldn't help the flash of excitement as he talked about his bike. It was one of his favorite things, and the thought of her being impressed by it made his heart beat a little faster.

“Way cool,” she smiles, taking another bite of her pizza.

He grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline at her interest. "Thanks," he said. "Maybe I could take you for a ride sometime. If you want."

He took a sip of his drink, hoping he didn’t sound too eager. But the thought of her arms wrapped around him, the wind in their hair as they rode through the city, was an enticing image.

she grinned “yeah, i’d like that a lot actually”

Johnny's smile grew wider, her enthusiasm evident. "Great," he said confidently. "How about this weekend? We can go for a ride and find a cool place to hang out."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer before shifting back to the sea. "It'll be a blast, I promise."

“Well it’s already Saturday, so wanna do tomorrow night?”

Johnny nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion. "Tomorrow night sounds perfect. I'll pick you up around 7?"

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. The idea of spending more time with her, riding through the city on his bike, was exhilarating. He could hardly wait.

As they finished up their meal, Johnny took a moment to study her face. The way the moonlight hit her skin made her look even more beautiful than before. His gaze lingered on her lips, the memory of almost kissing her earlier sending a jolt through his body.

He glanced at her, noticing her finishing up as well. "Are you ready to head back?" he asked, his voice soft.

She turned back to him “Yeah i’m ready”

He rose to his feet, offering a hand to help her up as well. "Cool, let's go then."

Once she was standing, he held on to her hand for a moment longer than necessary. "Thanks for coming out tonight," he said softly, his gaze locked on hers. "I had a really good time."

She smiled at Johnny “yeah, i did too.” They get in the car.

Johnny opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat. He made his way to the other side, sliding in behind the wheel.

As they pulled away from the beach, the radio played softly in the background. Johnny glanced over at She, the glow of the streetlights illuminating her face. He couldn't help but smile, unable to contain his happiness.

It was a quiet ride home, in comfortable silence. Once he got back to her house, he opened the car door and began walking her back to her front door. “Thanks Johnny”

"Of course," Johnny responded confidently, walking beside her. “Thanks for coming out tonight with me.”

They reached her front doorstep, and he turned to face her. His heart was racing, but he kept his cool exterior. He didn’t want the night to end, but he also didn’t want to push for something she might not be ready for. So he took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and simply said, “Goodnight.”

“night” she opened her front door, disappearing behind the wood.

Johnny watched as she stepped inside, his heart still beating rapidly in his chest. He took a moment to take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

As he walked back to his car, he couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that was swelling within him. He knew this was the start of something special.

She stood there for a second, turning back around and opening the door “Johnny, wait!” she said, running down the steps toward him.

Johnny had just reached his car, his hand on the handle, when she called out to him. He paused, turning around to see her running towards him. "Yeah?" he asked, a mix of surprise and hope in his voice.

She stopped right in front of him, took one look into his beautiful blue eyes, and kissed him, a short but desperate kiss. She pulls back.

Johnny was taken aback by her sudden kiss. It was quick, but passionate, and it sent a jolt of electricity through his whole body. His lips tingle from the sensation, and his heart raced like never before.

He stood there for a moment in surprise, his eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers in a more intense and lingering kiss.

her hands went to the back of johnny's neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as the kiss grew more intense. He could feel her hands in his hair, her body pressed against his. It was exhilarating and intoxicating, and he wanted to memorize every moment of it.

They broke apart for a moment, both of them panting and flushed. Johnny ran a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. "Wow," he said, his voice hoarse. "That was... wow."

“yeah” she breathed, her lips plump from the assault. “So tomorrow at 7, don’t be late” she teased as she walked back into her house.

Johnny watched her disappear behind her front door, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he called out, feeling like his heart was about to burst.

He got back in his car, his mind racing as he replayed the moment over and over in his head. He couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

The next day at training, the boys at the dojo press him. “So Johnny” Tommy smirks “how did your hot date with her go last night?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a grin. "It was alright, I guess," he said, downplaying it. He knew the guys were just teasing him, and he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how well it actually went.

They looked at each other “just alright?” Jimmy laughed “you took out the hottest chick at west valley, and it was just alright?”

Johnny chuckled, trying to act nonchalant. "Fine, fine. It was pretty damn amazing," he admitted, unable to keep a straight face. "Happy now?"

“That’s awesome man” Tommy patted him on the back. They were all secretly happy for him, jokes aside.

Johnny smiled, appreciating their support. "Thanks guys," he said, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his dojo mates. "I'm seeing her again tonight, so maybe we'll see if it can be even better."

Dutch rubbed him “You scored a second date? Legend!” he chuckled.

“We told you she couldn’t resist you” Jimmy chimed in.

Johnny laughed, feeling a mix of pride and shyness at their comments. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just hope I don't mess it up tonight," he joked, although there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

“Just take it slow man, don’t come on too strong” Tommy said.

Johnny nodded, taking in their advice. "Right, right. I'll keep it cool. Can't let my ego get in the way now, can I?"

He knew he had a bit of a reputation for being arrogant and cocky, but he didn't want to let that ruin things with her.

He checked his watch, seeing that he still had a little time before he was supposed to pick her up. "I should probably get going, don't want to be late," he said, gathering his things. "Wish me luck, guys."

"Good luck killer" Dutch teased.

Johnny shot him a playful glare, but he couldn't help but smile. "Thanks man," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "See you guys later."

Johnny arrived at her house right on time, ringing the doorbell with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. When she opened the door, he tried to remain cool, despite the butterflies he felt in his stomach. "Hey," he greeted her with a smile. "You ready to go?"

"Mhm" she smiled, shutting the door behind her.

Johnny led her to his bike parked in front of her house. He handed her a spare helmet, making sure it fit snugly on her head. "Safety first," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Just hold on tight, okay?"

She moved her hair back behind her shoulders as Johnny got onto his bike. "Okay" she hummed.

He revved up the engine, feeling the bike vibrate beneath him. "Let's hit the road," he said, his eyes sparkling with adrenaline. He waited for her to climb on behind him, and then they were off.

He weaved through the streets with ease, the cool breeze of the night hitting their faces. He couldn't help but glance back at her a few times, making sure she was enjoying the ride. Her grin gave him his answer.

She hugged him tightly as she watched the city flash by her, resting the side of her head on his back. She couldn't believe how good this felt, being with him, going so fast.

Johnny felt her arms wrap around him, her cheek resting against his back. It felt amazing, and he couldn't help but feel even more drawn to her. He sped up slightly, wanting to show off a little and impress her.

The wind whipped through their hair as they rode through the city, both of them lost in the thrill of the moment. Johnny had never felt so alive.

She smelt the leather on his red jacket, it smelt just like his car, just like him. Her hands began to grip tighter the faster he went.

Johnny felt her squeeze him tighter, her grip on his jacket growing more intense. He couldn't help but grin, loving the feeling of her holding onto him like that. His focus was solely on the road ahead, but his mind kept wandering back to her. As they continued to ride through the city, he couldn't help but feel like he was on top of the world. "You enjoying yourself?" he called back to her over the wind.

She giggles, her laugh mixed with the sounds of the engine "So much fun." She moved her hands to grab his chest.

He could feel her small hands on his chest, and it sent a thrill through his body. Johnny decided to take them on a detour, weaving through the city streets until they reached a spot with a perfect view of the city skyline. He pulled over and turned off the bike. "Hey, you gotta see this," he said, helping her off the bike.

She took off the helmet, placing it on the bikemas she turned to take in the view. "Woah, I've never seen LA from here. It's really something" She gushed, her eyes lit up with the city lights.

Johnny stood beside her, taking in the view as well. But his gaze kept drifting towards her instead, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked in the glow of the city lights. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "I've never brought anyone here before," he admitted, his voice soft. "But I wanted to share this view with you."

She blushed, but couldn't help a teasing comment; "Do you say that to all the girls you ask out on the side of the road?"

Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, just you," he said, a hint of sincerity in his tone. "I mean it, though. You're special." He paused for a moment, then added with a playful grin, "And besides, I've never taken someone on my bike before."

She looked bewildered. "You've never taken another girl on your bike before?"

Johnny shook his head, feeling a sense of vulnerability under her surprised gaze. "Nope, never," he said, his usual confident tone giving way to a softer one. "You're the first one, and... I wanted it to be you. I wanted to share something that's important to me."

She felt star struck, she really didn't peg him for being a sentimental guy. "That's actually really sweet, Johnny," she blushed.

Johnny could feel his face heating up, a mix of embarrassment and joy. "Yeah, well," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don't go telling the other guys at the dojo, okay? I've got a reputation to maintain." He flashed her a playful grin.

"Sure thing casanova" she winked, giggling.

Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. "You're gonna be trouble, I can already tell," he teased back, before leading her back towards his bike. "Come on, there's one more place I want to show you."

She put back on the helmet, smiling "Okay sure thing."

Johnny revved up the engine, waiting for her to hop on behind him. Once she was settled, he took off through the city once again. They weaved through the streets, the wind whipping past them as they went. Johnny felt alive, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he drove. He couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be in that moment than with her, on his bike, showing her a side of himself he rarely showed anyone else. He drove her through backroads until they reached a field, the stars made the valley glow.

She hoped off the bike, looking up and taking in the constellations. It was so beautiful, so vast, and so romantic. "Wow Johnny, this is incredible.." she turns and gushes "the stars look amazing."

"I thought you might like it," Johnny said, his voice softer than usual. He stepped closer to her, taking in the stunning view as well. "You know, I used to spend a lot of time stargazing as a kid," he continued. "My mom would take me camping all the time, and we'd lay out in the field and just look up at the sky for hours."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought. "I haven't done it in years, but being here with you now, it feels like I'm a kid again."

Her heart swelled, never did she imagine him to be so sweet, so vulnerable. "I know what you mean," she says quietly.

Johnny couldn't resist any longer. He slowly leaned in, his eyes locked onto hers. "Hey," he whispered, his voice husky. "Can I..." His words trailed off as he leaned in closer, his lips meeting hers in a tender and heartfelt kiss.

He could feel a spark ignite within him, a warmth spreading through him as they kissed under the starry sky. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, wanting to cherish this moment forever.

She blended into his embrace, swiping his bottom gently with her tongue. Her hands roam his sides as her eyes flutter, the desire and passion building with each gasp for air.

The feeling of her tongue against his lip sent shivers down Johnny's spine, and his grip on her tightened. He responded eagerly, allowing her access as he explored her mouth with his own. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her flush against him as the intensity of their kiss grew.

She runs her hands through his hair, pulling him closer by the back of the head as they are locked lips breaks up into pants and gasps.

Johnny's hands roamed over her body, tracing her curves as they kissed passionately under the stars. He broke the kiss momentarily to catch his breath, his breathing ragged and heavy, "You're driving me crazy."

She laughs, still trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, I tend to have that effect," she teases.

Johnny chuckles, shaking his head at her teasing tone. "You're something else, you know that?" he says, his voice still laced with desire. "But I like it. I like you."

She blushes, his admission was blunt and something she wasn't used to. Usually guys are too scared and trying hard to be too slick to actually say how they feel. "I like you too," she says through a small smile.

Johnny grins, feeling a surge of happiness at her words. He gently tucks a stray hair behind her ear, his touch tender and affectionate. "I'm glad," he says softly. "This feels different, you know? Different in a good way."

"Different?" she questioned Johnny.

Johnny ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. "Yeah, different," he said, his tone thoughtful. "It's like... I don't know, I've been with plenty of girls before, but none of them ever made me feel like this. Like there's something more here, something deeper."

He paused, looking into her eyes. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I think we have a shot at something special. Something real."

#johnny lawrence #smut #william zabka #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence fan fic #johnny lawrence smut #the karate kid #cobra kai #johnny lawrence fic #the karate kid fan fic

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brittle-doughie · 20 days ago

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Slight Detour (Grand Cookie Games)

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[Phone Booth, Parfaedia]

“Yeah, I might come back to the kingdom a little later then expected, Dumpling Cookie.”

“What? Are the cookies at the Flower City becoming an issue?”

“What? No! No no, I parted from there on good terms, it’s just…the airship had to take a quick stop at Parfaedia, one thing led to another and I got to meet some old pals.”

“Old pals? Old pals…Parfaedia…oh, you mean those three cookies you met during the Triple Cone Cup tournament…”

“Yeah. Prune Juice Cookie, Capsaicin Cookie, and Kouign-Amann Cookie. We were catching up when they brought to my attention another tournament, the Grand Cookie Games.”

“And you’re intent on going there?”

“Well…”

You looked back to see the three cookies standing a little bit away from the phone booth, looking on at you from anticipation. They backed off a bit and looked in random directions innocently when you catch them.

“I don’t think I could miss an opportunity to relive some fun with them, just like old times. Besides, erm, it would help in framing my mind off…matters.”

“I will make a note of that…I’ll have to bring this up with Salsa too. You’re lucky Crowned is visiting family, she’d hunt you down if she heard you were there…”

“Hehe, yeah. Thank you, Dumpling…”

“Just…be careful, ‘kay?”

“I will, don’t worry…”

You hang up the phone and stepped out.

“Hey, uh. Did it all go out well, buddy?”

“If there are problems, that’s ok. We can understand if you’re a little too busy for the games.”

“Though, it would be great if you were able to go with us! We can be on the same team again!”

Well, they were in luck, because you cleared up enough time in your schedule to go with them!

“Ha ha! I knew it! This is going to be awesome!”

“Not like I predicted you’d say yes, but really, how can you when you’re looking at moi.”

“Then why wait! Let’s go!”

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Ok, there was a lot more familiar faces at this tournament than you expected!

“Oooh! Is that Y/N Cookie over there? That’s, like, totes amazing!”

“Ha! I expected them to have the strength to come here! I’m counting on a match with them!”

“I wasn’t! Goodness, I knew I should’ve done up my hair more today!”

“Is that Y/N Cookie I’m seeing over there! Woo, I’m feeling all kinds of amped today, baby!”

“Oh, they’re here. That’s…that’s fine.”

“Black Lemonade Cookie, I know you’re as excited to see them here as much as we do!”

“I’m..not denying that.”

“Y/N Cookie? I wasn’t expecting ya to be around these parts. If so, I won’t be goin’ easy on ya, so give it your shot!”

“Ah, Y/N Cookie. You’ve showed up just in time for me to brainstorm up a new novel. The romance between the protagonist and their love is just getting started!”

“Have you come for the coins too, Y/N Cookie? I won’t be giving up on them so easily, I must make sure that no Cookie in the world goes hungry!”

“Y/N Cookie is hereeee. Maybe they’d like a shroomie!”

“AHAHAHA! Did they come to see us squash these bugs!”

“Maybe by winning these games, we can finally convert them over to our side! All without Pomegranate Cookie around to ruin it!”

The CoD were here? Again? Man, you were getting tired of handling these guys-on second thought, you prefer them over those horrid Beast Cookies at this rate.

“So you’re Y/N Cookie?”

Huh? You turned around to see..

This..Cookie that you’ve never met before.

“Yeah..that’s me.”

“Oooh! I detect something FASCINATING about you! Care to share?”

“I…don’t know you?”

“Not sharing? I’ll just have to MAKE YOU!”

Without warning, this cookie fired her blaster hands at you, to which you quickly dodged and leaped out of their way!

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

“I have collected data on you from other cookies. It is incomplete, so I want EVERYTHING on you to complete my data!”

“That’s not a thing that’s happening.”

“Then we’ll make this quick.”

“Aha!”

You turned around just in time to block a hit with your sword, your opponent was another unfamiliar cookie that wielded a large knife.

“As long as I carry this blade, I must win, but handling you is my second top priority. I want to see if you’re capable of looking into the darkness.”

“I’ve looked into it and it was the one that blinked!”

You pushed her off and steadied your blade. These games just got a little bit interesting for you now!

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #kouign amann cookie #capsaicin cookie #prune juice cookie

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tonyboneysblog · 7 months ago

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MOTHER HEN: PART SEVEN

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: none

notes: daddy’s…home? genuinely so excited to write the next chapter cause if you notice the timeline, something big is coming😈😈

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

You haven’t gotten a text from hawks in the past four days, which puts you in a sour mood.

technically it’s a little bit of your fault for kissing his forehead- but if the little shit would have just let you explain…

what’s even worse is that your unable to watch the sports festival- fucking hospital job.

And when you finally get home from that hellhole, Fumikage will be sassy cause you weren’t able to watch him.

He wouldn’t be angry just..slightly disappointed?

Then when you cuddled up in your nest yesterday you see that damned hawks plush you spent 30 dollars on…

So here you are at this amazing place of work! against your will of course.

Currently you’re at the water station- until you were rudely pulled away due to a pro hero getting hurt…as usual.

You open the door to see a younger, dark skinned woman with white hair and the cutest bunny ears on her head.

She looks at you and starts waving happily…your heart would feel warm if it weren’t for the blood on her face.

“Names Mirko!” Oh, you know her! Your sister used to be obsessed with her…well for a short period of time but still obsessed no the less.

“Mirko, how you feeling today?”

She sends you a thumbs up, “terrible!”

You chuckle softly and walk over towards her, accompanying another one of the doctors.

“What’s her condition?”

The doctor sighs, “nothing too serious, we ought to check her for a concussion though..and she’ll have to at least spend one night here.”

“With those injuries it should be longer no?”

The doctor shakes his head, “can’t keep Mirko tied down for too long.” Then proceeds to just…walk out.

But Mirko doesn’t let it stay too quiet.

“So, your name is?”

You smile softly, “ Y/N Tokoyami.”

Mirko looks like she’s pondering for a moment..looks as if she knows you from somewhere.

“I swear I’ve heard that name before..” she says quietly.

You smile again, “you probably have, so is there anything you need?”

Mirko puts her attention back onto you, “nah, I’ll be alright.”

“Really, Why’d the doctor call me in then?”

“Because I complained my ass hurt, I’ve been laying in bed all day.”

You chuckle, “that all?”

She nods her head quickly.

“Well, let’s hope you don’t get a bed sore kay?” You shoot a thumbs up towards her, same she did to you earlier.

Then you walk out, wondering why she even needed you…

But Mirko knew why, hawks told her you were nurse and she wanted to she what all the fuss was about.

Truthfully, he’d been talking about you every time she saw him while on patrol.

She supposes his ramblings are correct, you’re cute.

Then again Mirko has never really pinned hawks as the mamas boy type, and you echo the motherly type.

But you’re sweet, maybe that’s why he’s so attracted to you?

So, Mirko pulls out her phone to bother hawks about his little high school boy crush.

she took it the the group chat though, little asshole.

BEST PROS.

carrot foot

Found ur gf hawks

caw caw bitch

what

caw caw bitch

where

jorts

who?

carrot foot

Hospital

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

Mirko sighs and answers it.

“Where is she, she look cute?” Hawks says frantically.

Mirko shakes her head, “again hawks, get a grip.”

Mirko can hear the wind howling into the phone, of course hawks is flying while on the phone.

“Answer me.” Hawks says sternly.

Mirko immediately starts rambling about the very small amount of information she has on you, “Damn you got a mommy kink or something, cause that woman is a MILF. I mean M.I.L.F.”

“What- what the hell does…no?” Mirko can pick on hawks confusion through the phone.

“Hawks, man, that woman echos mother. Here she is mothering throughout the halls of a hospital!”

“Mirko, what’s your point here.”

“I mean she’s hot dude, get your head in the game…or in her i don’t-“

Mirko can then her hawks yelling loudly out of shock, “GROSS MIRKO, DONT MAKE JOKES LIKE-“

If he yelled any louder you could probably hear him in the halls.

Mirko laughs loudly, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m joking.”

Then there’s an uncomfortable silence on the phone, a little too long for comfort.

but then of course hawks breaks it- as him usually does.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind…”

Mirko starts laughing again, “aha! Damn dirty bird- go get your wings ruffled elsewhere man!”

Hawks responds quickly, ignoring Mirko comment.

“I gotta go- I see a best jeanist and I’d like to go pull his ear.”

Mirko huffs, “fine, but he isn’t your wingman-I am.”

Hawks laughs softly and hangs up, leaving Mirko in silence.

Until you walk in.

“Oh, there’s my favorite nurse!” She beams.

“Do you mind if I watch the sports festival in here? My kids in it..”

Mirko nods her head, “I don’t mind- need to look for recruits anyways.”

So, there you and Mirko sit watching the sports festival together.

Many times throughout it you had to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming and alerting the others your not technically working at the moment.

but during every break in the sports festival, you rushed and did your actual duties as quickly as you could.

Then when you came back, and the 1V1 battles have already started.

And of course your gorgeous boy conquers and destroys the competition.

One after another, what was most surprising to you was seeing todorokis and midoriyas fight, aggressive and raw.

made you vividly remember that was the boy who tripped on his own ice..

You were a little scared that’d he have to face your Fumikage.

Instead it was Katsuki Bakugo who faced him, and after that fight he’ll be the only kid who doesn’t get your end-of-semester cookies.

I mean cmon! Grabbing your son by the beak?! Unbelievable…angers you to your core because who does he think he is?!

But it’s fine.

Fumikage would’ve won if it were anyone else.

But Fumikage still got third, and you can shove it in all your friend’s faces that your son is awesome and that they could never.

Because Fumikage is one of a kind.

You look over to Mirko after jumping for joy for your son’s new shiny medal.

“He’s a good fighter, y’know I know someone all birdy like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yea, hawks.” She says bluntly.

You can feel the color drain from your face, hawks low key, high key broke your heart after your last interaction.

“Oh… well I’m sure Fumikage will consider an invitation from him.- if he wanted to work with him.” You say while tapping your fingers together.

Mirko pulls out her phone, typing something, you don’t know exactly what but…it’s whatever.

carrot foot

yea your cooked bud

caw caw bitch

what

Mirko seats down her phone next to the table, where you can hear it buzzing loudly…

“Uhm are you gonna check that?” You say nervously.

“Nah, he’s fine.” She says as she finally relaxes into the bed she had been complaining about all day apparently.

“Ah…okay?” You then hop out of the seat, making your way back to your work.

You should get him an apple pie to celebrate, or maybe just straight apples cause Fumikage will go crazy either way.

Hawks briefly crossed your mind again, what was his favorite again? Wasn’t apples you know what…it was probably something dumb- just like him…

dumb, dumb, dumb man.

enough of him, you have work to do…

right after you call Fumikage!

It rings, but he doesn’t answer? Which is weird because Fumikage always answers his phone unless it’s dead.

Yes that’s probably why, he’ll call you right back when it charges.

But Fumikages phone was in-fact not dead, he was just…distracted?

Fumikages eyes squint slightly, “What could you possibly want.”

It’s hawks he’s being so standoffish with, but hawks just sends him a soft smile.

“It’s the sports festival, of course I’d be here.”

“You decide to stalk me instead of my mother?”

Hawks goes quiet, his carefree smile faltering.

“Not exactly..we got in a small spat.”

“If you’re trying to get me to talk to her for you, it’s not gonna work.” Fumikage starts to walk away before hawks grabs his shoulder.

Then dark shadow comes out.

Hawks steps off slightly, “that’s kinda freaky…”

“Kinda like your face.”

Dark shadow looks over to Fumikage, “that wasn’t even a good comeback.”

“Shut up dark shadow.”

Dark shadow scoffs and folds his cute little shadow arms with what looks to be a pout on his face.

Hawks face completely loses the carefree smile, “I’m serious when I say I’m not here for you…well not technically.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Yea, what do you-“

“Dark shadow…”

Hawks lets out a small breath, “I was interested in you being my sidekick due to the skills you showed off on the fie-“

“Not interested” Fumikage says curtly.

Dark shadow whips his head over to look at Fumikage with surprise, whispering something in his ear.

“He’s number three- you can’t just reject an offer from him!”

“I can, and I just did.”

Then it’s silent, Fumikage doesn’t mind though.

Hawks sighs softly, putting back on the smile Fumikage hates so much.

“Well if you ever rethink it, my agency will always be open.”

“I hope retribution comes for you in the darkness of your home.”

Hawks stays quiet but then his face twists into confusion, “what does that even mean..?”

Fumikage huffs and if he had hair he would most likely flip it whilst walking away.

Fumikage leaves hawks standing outside, utterly confused in what Fumikage was even talking about.

Maybe that’s what you meant when you said Fumikage was unique…

speaking of you, you were still at that darn hospital.

Fumikage was aware of that, you always worked a lot but the times that you weren’t working you tried your best to spend them with him.

Until Mr. Pro-Hero decided to come into your life..

The first time Fumikage really noticed your relationship with hawks was when you had the talk on the balcony.

He knew he wasn’t going crazy when he thought someone was under a blanket, a blanket you don’t even use may he add.

Then the next day when he went up to your balcony, the blanket was in-fact no where to found.

Then he caught him in your kicthen, Fumikage debated on even eating the cookies because maybe hawks terrible aura rubbed off on them.

They were delicious but that’s not the point!

Then hawks wanders into Fumikages home, which was locked, uninvited looking for you.

Only time Fumikage could tolerate hawks was when he had to save you from the bar.

But then his tolerance shot down when he walked in on the two of you coddling each other.

Then he heard the “little spat” you and hawks had which is why he rushed into your room so fast.

Honestly, who does that damn fowl think he is?!

Fumikage explains all of this to poor dark shadow, who truly just wanted to watch a movie with him.

“Sounds rough.” Dark shadow says quietly.

Fumikage huffs, “It’s worse than rough dark shadow, it’s appalling.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so…extreme with hawks- Momma seems to like him.”

“Correction, liked, my mother will never participate in any romances with that man again.”

Fumikage ends the conversation there, but dark shadow would like to expand on the topic.

“It was nice of hawks to offer you that side kick position.”

“well being nice doesn’t cut it.”

Finally, the conversation about hawks is finished, Fumikage only ranted for 4 hours this time!

And he’d finished 3 movies in that time as well…maybe the hospital will let you off early.

So Fumikage and dark shadow fight the urge to rest, which they both utterly fail and fall asleep on the couch.

You come in around 5:30 so they never stood a chance, not after the day Fumikage had.

You walk into the door, spotting only Fumikage.

You stumble over towards him, sitting on the floor and brushing your hand through his feathers.

Fumikage is knocked out, so he won’t wake up if you pick him up.

You use all your remaining strength to pick Fumikage up, making your way towards your bedroom.

It’s been a minute since Fumikage got cuddles from his mama.

And also you seriously doubt you could carry Fumikage back to his room, then walk back to yours without passing out onto the floor.

You place Fumikage under the warm covers, then yourself.

You then wrap your hands around Fumikage as tightly as you possible could, as if someone would take him away if you didn’t.

Then you rest, same as Fumikage.

Same as hawks.

And hawks truly needs to thank you for whatever you did to make him stop having those nightmares.

barely dreams now, and if he does it’s always weird shit.

usually has you in it too.

nevermind, you probably cursed him and overrode whatever put that nightmare spell on him.

a curse that just makes him dream about you.

Now he really wishes he talked Mirko into getting a picture of you, he misses you bad.

Maybe a text wouldn’t hurt? No, too risky- you’re probably still mad at him.

Maybe he could worm his way back into your life with that weighted blanket, if his plan worked he could probably steal it back anyways.

It still smells like you, which is weird because he’s had it for awhile.

That’s probably his favorite part of the day now, getting home, taking a shower, cuddling into his mostly bare bed and just sniffing that shit like it’s coke.

Kinda like how some people spray lavender onto their beds to get sleepy, he just smells the hell out of that blanket.

He wishes he was able to snatch another item from your house that smelled like you.

Fumikage doesn’t really smell like you, he noticed.

He smells kinda like wood? And also a little fruity too.

You wouldn’t really guess fruits and flowers from looking at him but maybe your scent rubbed off on him too.

Honestly, hawks kinda feels like Edward when Bella first walked into that classroom though- hawks wouldn’t be covering his mouth to avoid the smell, he would be INHALING that smell.

He would never admit that the night that he comforted you out on that balcony he didn’t even go home and change, he kept that uniform on.

The coat didn’t truly smell like you, but the under shirt did.

Maybe he’s going a little crazy, sure he’s real kept together most the time but- the things you do to that poor man.

And Mirko- peacefully sleeping in the hospital, she may be hawks wingman but she needs her rest too!

And when you wake, you’ll have to go right back to the hospital.

doesn’t men’s you can’t talk to your son before you leave though.

“Mama.” Fumikage says sleepily, awoken from you moving all around the room.

You perk up now your son’s awake, “Fumikage?”

Fumikages eyes a still closed, fighting to go back to sleep.

“Did you see me, in the sports festival?”

You run your hands through Fumikages feathers, “Course’ I did.”

Fumikage smiles softly, “guess who talked to me after..?”

“All might? I saw it on-“

“No it was hawks, invited me for an internship.”

You jaw slacks slightly, “did you accept?”

“No, not after what he’s done.” Fumikage says with a little rasp in his own voice.

“You should’ve.”

“What?”

You sigh, “hawks is number three- doesn’t matter what he did to me Fumikage.

Fumikage stays silent, suddenly now regretting telling you.

“But…”

You kiss his temple, “thank you for thinking about how I’d feel though. Don’t let my emotions or relationships get in the way of your future.”

Fumikage nods, understanding your point of view.

“Are you leaving for work?”

“Yep, it’s not a long shift though.”

You open your bedroom door, “I’ll see you later, Fumi.”

Then walking out of your own house, making your way to the hospital.

Once you walk in, your infact greeted with Mirko!

and hawks.

“Ah, my favorite nurse!” Mirko cheers excitedly.

“Mirko! Shouldn’t you still be on bed rest?”

Mirko chuckles, “glad you’re worried about me toots.”

You gasp a small bit at the nickname, “Oh!”

Mirko places her hand onto her hip, “Hey, didn’t I see you hear like 7 hours ago, why you already back?”

“Duty calls?”

Hawks chuckles at that, wasn’t even funny.

Mirko throws an arm around hawks, “this was the birdy boy I was talking about!”

“We’ve met.”

suddenly there was an awkward silence.

Hawks wanted to throw himself out a window, you wouldn’t even look at him.

Mirko taps her foot nervously.

“Hawks…” you say his name softly.

His head perks up form Mirko hold, “yeah?”

“Sorry that Fumikage rejected you…I know how he is.”

Hawks can feel his heart beating in his ears, “it’s all good- doors always open.”

You nod softly, looking away.

The three of you just stand there in silence, Mirko foot tapping repeats.

Then she breaks, “Mrs Tokoyami, sorry for holding you up-You got a job to do!”

You jump in surprise, “ah- your right, it was nice talking to you both!”

You quickly walk away to clock in, Mirko and hawks make there way outside.

She scoffs, “had the perfect opportunity.”

Hawks rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t gonna apologize to her in a hospital.

“I’m going to put you in the hospital/ what the hell even was that back there?!” Mirko exclaims.

Hawks pushes her arm away, “I was nervous.”

“Doors always open!” Mirko mocks him.

“Oh quiet down.”

“I’m your wingwoman- giving you a perfect chance and you fuck it all up.”

“It wasn’t that bad-“

Mirko smacks the back of his head, “Hawks, shut your trap.”

Hawks doesn’t reply, walking next to Mirko throughout the less populated areas of town.

Mirko snaps her fingers, “You know what, I can fix this.”

“You can?”

“Of course I can, I’m Mirko.”

Hawks groans softly, already annoyed by the days events.

Mirko starts her plan, “clearly she cares a good bit about her son-but there feeling are mostly separated for different things.”

Hawks nods along.

“So instead of getting all cushy with her son again, you need to fix it with her- clearly your not gonna getting through with her son based on what you told me earlier.-“

Hawks interrupts, “her son is always home though.”

“Don’t interrupt me, he goes to U.A. I bet they have some trip for passing the exam.”

“How are we supposed to find that out?”

Mirko groans, “let me talk, I’m always going to that hospital for some reason- I’ll find something out…she likes me unlike you.”

Hawks looks away with a pout, “Don’t say that…”

“I’ll say whatever I want, I’m your wingwoman.”

Hawks and Mirko continue their walk up until they get to his agency, since Mirko doesn’t have one.

Though Mirko continues walking, “See ya later, Hawkey.”

“Where are you going?”

“To my house?- don’t fuck up anything else while I’m gone.”

Hawks huffs lightly, walking into his own office.

He has so much paper work to do, then the commission will be badgering him later for “doing it wrong” according to them.

He can’t wait to just be home.

Be home next to you.

or…your blanket at the very least?

…he really needs to fix this.

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ranhaitanisgf · 11 months ago

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hi! could i request headcanons or oneshot (either is okay) for bonten timeline sanzu haruchiyo with an excitable, extroverted reader? thank you so much, and no worries if not! (+ also your theme still says rqs are closed, but i saw you posted them being open two hrs ago :3)

pay attention to me!!

synopsis: how would bonten haruchiyo act w/ an excited & extroverted s/o?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ idk if yall can tell but ive never written for mr haru lawl ... also !! i added a little mini oneshot cause i couldn't help myself :3 thank you so much for requesting !! this was so cute to write !! i hope everyone enjoysss xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ sanzu (akashi) haurchiyo x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.7k+

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❥ sanzu thinks you’re annoying at first.

❥ he doesn’t notice at all when you first move into his apartment building; he doesn’t take much care in noticing small things like that if it didn’t relate to bonten. his work and mikey were the only important things to him, so when he hears excited squealing seeping through his walls one day, he thinks that his neighbor has a kid, (which quite frankly annoyed him, but he decided he didn’t care enough to do anything about it).

❥ there was no estimated time as to when he would get home--ranging anywhere from 6pm to 4am--so it takes at least a month or two for him to meet you officially. coincidentally, he had been going out to grab a drink from the convenience store when you were excitedly jumping around outside your door, a delivery package in your hands.

“oh! omg, are you sanzu-san?!” “...hah? who’re you?” “oh my gosh, i’ve been knocking on your door everyday for the past month, but you never seemed to be home! i never got to introduce myself to you! i’m (l/n) (y/n)! i moved in not that long ago, so i wanted to get to know my neighbors!” “‘kay. bye.”

❥ the only thing he wants to do is get away from you; he doesn’t want to be bothered with civilians, much less someone as annoying as you seemed to be. seriously, why were you talking so loud?!

❥ much to his displeasure, you followed him all the way to the convenience store, talking his ear off about the most meaningless things he’s ever heard of in his life, (how does somebody talking about nothing for so long?!) as he purchases his drinks and walks back to the apartment building. it takes everything in him not to snap at you; if he did, he would probably wake up all the neighbors from raising his voice, which wouldn’t be ideal since this was already his fifth apartment in the last six months.

❥ he’s unsure how you possibly couldn’t get a hint that he didn’t want to be bothered, especially after he only said a maximum of ten words to you in the whole thirty minutes you were following him around, (are you really that clueless? is this what loneliness does to people?). it does take him by surprise that you aren’t scared of him though; you’d shown absolutely no sign of apprehension despite the scars around his mouth, which he supposes shows a bit of good character from you. not that he really cares.

❥ he’s more than happy to shut the door on your face when he gets back to his apartment, finally indulging in the peace and quiet of his apartment, (he doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to hear nothing). right when he’s opening his bottle of sake, he hears squealing through the walls. when you start monologuing about whatever you’d received in the mail, he just decides to quit and go to bed.

❥ sanzu isn’t sure how, but you have somehow made it your routine to follow him places whenever you ran into him. he also isn’t sure why he continuously allows you to tag along with him, but as long as it doesn’t affect his work, he doesn’t really care.

❥ you’re always talking about something; the weather, your coworker’s strange behavior the other day, or the stray cat you saw in the alleyway that ran away. there are times when he tunes out your talking and uses it as white noise, but you never seemed to get upset at the fact that he visibly is zoning out.

❥ after a while, he gets used to your constant presence around him, so much so that he finds it strange to not hear your excited yammering while he’s at work, (although he supposes he wouldn’t want to have that constantly in his ear while he’s doing ‘business’ with someone).

❥ the one thing that gets the attention of the rest of the bonten executives is when he suddenly stops going to the clubs, leaving whatever work he had there for during the day when it was barren. it was such a drastic change in behavior; sure, sanzu was never the type to be obsessed with the scantily dressed girls in the club, but he was known for taking some home every once in a while. at the very least, he was known for getting various types of substances from sketchy dealers who frequently attended. what’s even stranger to everyone is the fact that he slowly starts to engage in less substances, (though he still does every once in a while) which is what rings the alarm bells.

“oi, sanzu.” “what do you want, ran? i’m fuckin’ busy.” “well, it can wait. the fuck’s been up with you lately? you’ve been acting weird as shit.” “so?” “so, what the hell’s been up with you?” “none of your goddamn business, that’s what.” “woahh, easy there, man. seriously, somethin’ bothering you?” “i said it’s nothing, so drop it.”

❥ by the time he realizes what he’s been doing, it’s too late for him. you and your talkative self have wiggled their way into his heart, setting up camp to stay for a while. he had a glimpse of a thought of it when ran was confronting him, but he immediately pushed it out of his mind because how could that possibly be true?

❥ it can’t be true, even if he unwillingly likes to think about it now. he can’t let himself think about it; you were one of the most strange yet innocent and pure people he’s ever met, so how could he willingly taint you with someone like himself? no, he wouldn’t let it happen.

❥ and just like that, everything seems to be back to normal for him. he goes to the club even more than he did before, and the amount of substances he uses seems to increase exponentially by the week. he begins to sleep on the couch in his dingy office instead of going home so that he doesn’t run into you, only going home for the bare essentials every couple days, (and even then, he leaves after just a few minutes).

❥ it’s just his luck that he gets out of his car the moment you turn the corner onto the apartment building’s block, seeing him in plain sight as he freezes for a moment. and then he unfreezes because 1.) why is he of all people scared to run into you? he’s a bonten executive, he’s killed people before, so why was his heart beating so fast right now? and 2.) he needs to get away from there. right now.

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“hey!! not so fast, haruchiyo!!” you shout, your steps hastening as you try to catch up with him. sanzu can hear your steps behind him, but his long legs give him the advantage as he quickly ducks into the apartment building, smashing the elevator button and tapping his foot as it decides to be as slow as it possibly can be.

he lets out a ‘tsk!’ sound when he notices you enter the building, promptly looking away from you and looking cooly at the blinker indicating what level the elevator was on, (can this thing move faster?!).

“stop ignoring me!! where have you been?!” you questioned, your voice a mix of worry and anger. “i’ve been knocking on your door everyday with no response!! i know you don’t particularly like me, but you’re the only person who doesn’t walk away from me, so could you at least give me a reason that you suddenly started avoiding me?!”

“...’m not avoiding you.” sanzu doesn’t know what to do right now; he’s never seen you angry like this before. typically, he would care less about the feelings of some random person like you, but for some reason the hurt in your voice makes him unusually unsure of himself.

you scoffed at his lame excuse, rolling your eyes.

“look! you’re trying to avoid me right now with elevator! seriously, can you just tell me what i did? i won’t do it again, i swear! just stop avoiding me!”

“fuck, it’s not you!” sanzu suddenly said, his voice strained. “i’m just busy, okay?! you’re better off being friends with someone else.”

“but you’re already my friend!! why don’t you want to keep talking to me??” sanzu ignored your words, his gaze staring straight ahead at the doors of the elevator, his stare so intense that you could almost think he was trying to open it telepathically. “hey!! can you just answer the damn question already, haruchiyo?!”

“why do you need to know so fuckin’ badly?! i just said i’m busy!!”

“because! i like you!” you yelled, your eyes seeming to get a bit watery. “and i know you don’t like me and that’s fine but i just want to be able to talk to you and see you sometimes, but now you’re always gone and i don’t know when you’re going to come back and it scares me! i just-”

sanzu cut off your words, promptly stepping in front of you and slipping his hand behind your head, slamming his lips into yours. he’s not even sure himself why he did something stupid like this, especially when the whole reason he was avoiding you was because of his own flaws, but he couldn’t help himself when he heard you being so cute and worried over him, (seriously, how was he supposed to resist something like that?).

it obviously took you off guard at first, but sanzu made sure you quickly realized what was going on, his mouth desperately pressing against yours. his kiss was rough but passionate, his lips moving quickly against yours as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand sliding around you to rest on the small of your back, (he’s doing it purely out of instinct; he hasn’t really thought about how he had been avoiding you for this very reason).

a small ding! from the elevator grabs your attention, making you push him off of you as someone comes out from the elevator, glancing at the two of you a bit suspiciously before walking out of the building, leaving both of you in silence.

“uh…wanna go to the convenience store for snacks…?”

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❥ it took a little bit for sanzu to open up to you about anything even a little bit, but once he did, you were able to figure him out pretty quickly, especially when he’d finally decided to be truthful about his actual profession, (bro does not work an office 9-5). due to all of this, it’s easy to tell that sanzu has a lot of issues, but it wasn’t something that you weren’t willing to work through with him!

❥ the two of you are the definition of black cat and golden retriever! you are always excited about everything and are taking him to all the cool and trendy places on dates while he is more quiet, keeping close to your side and watching everything with a careful eye, (especially people he defines as creeps, i.e. people who look at you for more than 0.2 seconds).

❥ date wise, he is usually following your lead. he doesn’t have the slightest clue about what you think it romantic, so it will usually be you planning outings for the two of you. a lot of times he will complain about being tired and not wanting to go out, but don’t worry, he’s completely lying; he just thinks it’s cute when you whine and pull his arm asking him to come out with you.

❥ despite the fact that he is not the most romantic guy, he does a lot of romantic things without realizing. he enjoys sending you your favorite flowers when you’re at work or staying at home while he’s at work, sending cute little notes along with them, (well, you think they are pretty cute).

i think you like these ones. -h be ready by seven. wear something you feel good in. -h sorry i didn’t buy milk. there’s frozen waffles in the freezer. -h

❥ sanzu does a lot of those little things for you too; opening doors for you, pulling chairs out for you, taking things out of your hands when you’re carrying a lot, etc. it doesn’t seem like he’s the type to do things like this, but it’s because he isn’t the type to do it. he only does it for you, and he himself doesn’t even know why he does these things, (he’s head over heels in love with you, but in no universe will he ever actually admit that).

❥ the most protective over you, and a little possessive too. he doesn’t control everything that you do, but he likes to have a clear-cut plan of everything you do on a normal day so that his mind is put at ease, (also so he can known when something is wrong). he won’t tell you this, but he has someone assigned to keeping an eye on your as you go about your day because he’s extremely paranoid that somebody from an opposing gang will try and come after you. he would prefer if he could by your side himself, but it’s the next best option, (he still sends frequent texts and calls you throughout the day to make sure everything is well).

❥ the possessive part of him comes out more when he thinks people are hitting on you, (they really are just being nice; he’s just a little bit crazy…he loves you though!!). he doesn’t hesitate to slide his long arms all around you, letting you continue talking while he makes a deadly eye contact with the person, his face twisted in mild disgust as if he were looking down at a cockroach, (he’s mastered this expression somehow). he knows that you enjoy talking with people so he won’t keep you from doing so, but in the process he will make sure that everybody knows you’re his.

❥ sanzu’s not the most affectionate person there is, but he is affectionate when he wants to be. there are times when he’ll come home and not say a word, just wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about having a terrible day. really, he just becomes a big baby when he’s like that, laying his lanky limbs all over you and claiming that he’s ‘recharging’.

❥ it’s hard to label sanzu as an extrovert/introvert, since it can really depend on what mood he’s in and the situation. he’s more of an introvert in public settings with other people, (he doesn’t know how to interact nicely with people he doesn’t know) but when he’s with a majority of people he knows, he turns into more of an extrovert which matches with your energy quite nicely.

❥ unintentionally, there comes a time when you accidentally get to meet the rest of his coworkers. it happened when they were dropping him back off at home after a night at the club and you’d had to come get him from the car because of how inebriated he was.

“woah, you’re (y/n), huh?” “oh, yes! it’s nice to meet you! you all must work with haru, right? please continue to take good care of him! would you like to come inside for a snack or some water?” “...dude, what the fuck.” “how the hell did he bag someone like that?!”

❥ safe to say, they are all extremely shocked, (they never would have thought that someone like sanzu would be dating someone as sweet and talkative as you). the next day when he gets into work, he’s immediately hounded with all types of questions surrounding you and how the two of you started to date.

“holy shit, is that why you were acting crazy a few months ago?!” “i wasn’t acting fuckin’ crazy?!” “sanzu, you’re the craziest person here, and you started acting normal!! that was crazy!!”

❥ after that, he makes sure that his associates never get to see you again, (“hey, bring your pretty lil thing around sometime!”, “i would rather kill you right now.”).

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lazyollie · 3 months ago

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Ninjago headcanons- Reader with low iron

•Reader wants to spend more time with her ninja friend so she asks them to train them, but her low iron gets in the way so they end up passing out or throwing up.•

I'm sorry for the requester. I accidently deleted your request but I want to make it for you so here we are.

Warnings: bad grammar, typos, might be I misunderstood the signs of low iron

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Lloyd

☆° When you asked him to train you he saw this as a great apportinity to be finally someone's sensei.

☆° So he was obviously excited. He was that excited that he haven't noticed the signs of low iron.

☆° You were glad he didn't, because you want to spend more time with him. That was the goal.

☆° Soon your low iron took effect and standing up without losing your vision for few seconds was rare and lucky moments.

☆° Your skin got pale, but you still pushed yourself and then your body had enough and you passed out.

☆° Lloyd watched as you fall to the ground shocked, guilt running through his mind thinking he's trainings were too much for you.

☆° He ran to you trying to wake you up by gently slapping your face with his hand. You slowly blinked a few your vision bit blurry.

☆° He let out a sigh of relief and took you inside and got Wu to check up on you. Lloyd took you to your room so you can rest.

☆° When you wake up he sat next to your bed with a worried look on his face. It was the time for you to confess.

"Oh Y/n. You shouldn't have do that. You could have just ask me to spend more time with you. I know I have a lot of duties, but I always have time for you. And please don't ever do that, I was so worried about you.. "

Cole

☆° He was kinda surprised at first but then he became nervous about training you. I mean he liked the idea of protecting yourself, but he felt nervous hurting you during it.

☆° He hesitated to agree, but then he did. So you started to show up at training happily, finally being together without getting inturepted by ninja things.

☆° You guys had fun somehow both of you made the trainings exciting and funny. So it was a double win.

☆° Unfourtunatily, you realised something was wrong. You experienced chest pain and you had head aches more often. Trainings became difficult as you got dizzier everytime you had to make a move.

☆° You didn't dare to tell Cole about this in fear he will end your trainings. You didn't want to get back to normal and being alone all the time.

☆° You were middle of training when you felt cold and hot at the same time, your chest pain getting worse and then your body reacted.

☆° You croached down and before you could stop it you threw up. Cole rushed to you asking what's wrong.

☆° Your vision got blurry as all the energy left your body and you passed out in Cole arms.

☆° You woke up in your bedroom with Cole's head resting on your lap as he was sleeping. He was too worried for you to just left you.

☆° Your hand travelled to his hair your fingers playing with it as you looked at him guilty. You wanted to spend time with him but for what cost..

☆° Your caresses woke him up and he quieckly grabbed your hand looking at you worried asking "are you okay?". You had no choice but to confess.

"That was all that for. I know it something is behind all of this. You would never get yourself under that much pressure. Nevermind, let's talk about that later. I'm sorry I haven't noticed before how I partially neglected you. Please forgive me, I will be more attentive about how I treat my surrondings, especially you."

Kai

☆° When you came to him after a big mission he was more than pleased. But when you asked him to train you he never felt more proud.

☆° Proud of himself that YOU, the beautiful Y/n, wants to be trained by him. (Okay I will stop. That was cringe).

☆° He started your trainings right after the day he came home, excited to finally teach his civilian friend how to take a great hit on someone.

☆° At your first lesson you already experienced dizzines and weakness. First you thought that your muscles haven't get used to excercises.

☆° Later when your dizzines and weakness haven't dissappeared but even gotting worse you know something was wrong, but refused to go see a doctor so you won't get caught.

☆° So you pushed yourself harder thinking it will fix the situation, but not really got you even worse.

☆° Kai haven't noticed any struggle you were in. He thought that you might be a slow learner so he cut off of the pace.

☆° You were repeating his moves but it was sloppy and you seem to be out of breath. You asked him to stop for a minute and he got concerned.

☆° He was walking towards and suddenly you became uncoinceous. Luckily he could catch you in time.

☆° Your skin was hot, like really hot. He quieckly carried you inside, laying you down on a coach. He ran to the kitchen to get you a wet towel putting it on your head in hope it will cool you down.

☆° It did. When you were fully recovered he asked you about everything as tears appaered in your eyes.

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"Oh dear...I'm so sorry. I didn't know that it upsetted you so much, I should have known. I will spare extra time for you when It's just two of us and no ninja things. Now please stop crying..."

Zane

☆° He already knew about why do you want him to train you. He also liked the idea to finally be together and get you worked out.

☆° So he didn't complain until he noticed the very first signs of something wrong before you. Since it was so early he didn't know what.

☆° You continued training with him during these he told you some funfacts about humanity, robotics and every other topics.

☆° You both learned a lot from each other, not just training your body but, your brain/data-base.

☆° After a few weeks of training your health got worse and he knew. He knew why your skin turned pale, why are you running to the bathroom right after the trainings.

☆° He once got you throwing up after training, walking up towards you, putting his hand on your back in a comforting way.

☆° He got you to sit down to the kitchen table while he was making a tea for you. When it was ready he poured it into a mug and gave it to you.

☆° You sat quiet looking at your tea while you didn't know what to say.

"I-" -you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"I know. I know why you did all of this. I'm sorry I didn't know you felt lonely and I just made it worse for you. Don't put yourself well-being in danger. Low iron is a serious problem and it can cause you more pain than you think. Please just talk to me when you feel down or I hurt your feelings."

Jay

☆° He looked at you confused when you asked him. Like why would you ask HIM to teach you some self-defense.

☆° He didn't mind though. It's just a friendly trainings and if you want to be stronger why step into your way.

☆° Well, the trainins mostly were cracking jokes and doing stupid things. But of course, you learned something.

☆° Your health took a turn mid way the training. You experienced some headaches and slight dizzines, but never rapid heart beat and feeling like you're out of breath.

☆° He noticed your heavy breathings and how your body was trembling a bit so he asked that are you okay, but you shrugged it off that it will pass soon.

☆° But oh God how your vision was blurry and your whole body feels like being stabbed with 100 of knifes. And then everything slowed down and emptiness.

☆° You passed out, now laying on the ground. Jay's soul left his body shocked and paniced he rushed to your side. He yelled for the others to help and everyone ran out to check what was wrong.

☆° The others confirmed that you just passed out and you won't die what calmed him a bit, but he was still extramely worried for you.

☆° When you woke up in your bed you had a painful headache, probably from the fall. You opened the door to search for someone to explain what happened, because your last memory was that you felt tired.

☆° On your way to the livingroom you bumped into Jay who was on his way to your bedroom to bring you some ice for you head.

☆° When he saw you he yelled your name with a smile hugging you tightly but attentive with his strenght, after you passed out like 5-10 minutes ago after all.

☆° He let go of you and looked at you angry.

"Now go back to your room! You're still in a bad condition. Don't explain anything I know about your low iron.." *he softens* "Why didn't you tell me about it? Don't worry I will tell you what happened at training just go inside and lay down on the bed so I can take care of you."

Nya

☆° She was amazed that you asked him to train you. She felt proud of you leaving your comfort zone so you can learn how to protect yourself.

☆° You might have expected a light friendly training where you can share your thoughts and updates about your life.

☆° Well, that's really how that happened. She was hard on you and about your training really wanting to teach you something.

☆° It wouldn't be a problem if she wouldn't take it too seriously like your life depends on it, which is a half true.

☆° Your low iron instantly take effect on your body having intense headaches and chest pains during activity.

☆° But here you were and you didn't dare to quit training. 'It's just some headache I can survive that' you thought..

☆° At one of your trainings your chest pain was that bad that it made it hard to breath. You were almost suffocating and something clicked in Nya.

☆° She ran to you making you stop whatever you were doing, turning you to face her. She's eyes widened when you were barely on your feet, your whole body trembling.

☆° How did she never notice she asked herself but before she could even think for an answer you passed out falling in her arms.

☆° She immediatly felt bad to train you that hard and not paying attention to your health.

☆° Now there she was beside your bed taking your hand in hers. Feeling guilty even if that wasn't fully her fault.

☆° When you woke up she immediatly started apologising.

"I'm so sorry that I was that hard on you. I could have been more attentive about what you are capable of. I'm also sorry that I left you alone so many times. And if that's the reason why you wanted me to train you I'm double sorry. Please remind me when I'm harsh on you. You're my friend yoi shouldn't be hurt by me..or because of me."

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This headcanon is mixed like silly, angst, fluffy. I had different moods everytime I wrote them. Maybe that's the reason.

Actually I'm working on a project to introduce my OC. I will yap about her a lot, because her character ended up well-written.

Love y'all<3

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thetxtdevil · 5 months ago

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hii! could i request a shy hyuka who is very jealous and possessive over the reader but the reader doesnt think twice abt it since theyre friends and blah blah which makes hyuka kinda just snap and decide to be more forward and blunt abt his feelings …. maybe even shows the reader just how much they like them heheh

--suggestive--

You and Kai are attached to the hip. Always hanging out, giving each other gifts, and an overwhelming amount of platonic pda. Everyone but you saw you two as a couple. You simply thought this was a friendship meant to be. However, Kai is very handsome and free but it could never happen, could it?

Fooling around with the boys, something about today made you want to be flirty with them, push a nerve or something. Kai's stone cold face plastered on his face listening to every sly comment you make.

"Hey Yeonjun do you want to eat ramen in my house?" you giggle as you shake a packet of ramen in your hands. Yeonjun laughs getting closer to you helping you cook the noodles. Kai twists his head towards the two of you it was a stupid sex euphemism joke, but Kai felt like Yeonjun was getting too keen of the idea.

Kai leaves his stack of chopped vegetables and stands on your other side. "You will not." he says to Yeonjun.

The raven haired man smirks at the younger man, "And why can't I?"

"Because she's mine." Kai wanted to smack his mouth, quickly realizing what he said. Flustered he diverts his attention to you, to see your wide eyes also in a flustered state. Yeonjun chuckles at the awkward situation, finally that boy had the balls to say something. Quietly walking away leaving you two alone.

"I'm y-yours? Why would you say that?" You say stirring the noodles hoping the steam hides your extreme blush.

"Well... because iwantyoutobemine"

You turn you head to see him looking at you. He felt so close, your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes, you then look back to the noodles. A little frustrated, Kai leaves the kitchen to his own room. You nibble at your bottom lip debating what to do. Finishing up lunch for the boys, you call them over to eat as your slip away to confront Kai.

You quietly knock on the wood of Kai's bedroom door opening it slightly. The man was sitting on his bed with an acoustic guitar on his lap plucking a few cords. You sit next to him hopefully to get his attention, nothing. Kai ignores you continuing to play sweet melodies from the instrument.

"Ya know if you like me, you could've just told me"

The tunes instantly stop making the last cord echo out of the guitar. Kai turns his head to you reading you to see if you're serious or joking. Your eyes seemed neutral with a hint of hope while his brown eyes shine with admiration. He was not going to question you any further he will know your intentions when he swiftly smashes his lips against yours. Shocked at first but you lean into the kiss telling Kai to continue.

During the moment the guitar out of sight and now having the full capability to have his hands all over you. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." you groan at his confessions intensifying Kai's excitement, "and I really like those sounds." Knocking you over to lay on his bed caging you to that one spot. His mind was exploding at the sight of your under him fully committed to make you his.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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urmum-lovesme · 14 days ago

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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P5

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

a/n: this is sooo long I'm so sorry but I wanted to get EVERYTHING into it. This has got heavy heavy bi!reader in it, but we finally get a tease of Rafe and y/n, and a little jealous!Rafe, and a little jealous!Reader and a whole lot of denial, denial, denial, acceptance...? DENIAL! Thank you so so much for allll the love, I never expected to have so many people actually read my work. I've opened my asks so while I work on the next Chpt ask me anything you want to know about Kook!Bestfriend!Reader and Bestfriend!Rafe!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYYYYY

Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever they belong to.

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs, suggestive content, two girls making out (so spooky ;) ), driving under the influence, nudity, jumping into a pond.

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Kelce sat in the passenger seat, skillfully rolling a joint as the car hummed along. The windows were down, and a cool breeze rushed in, tousling their hair. The bass from the music thudded in their chests, vibrating the air with every beat. In the backseat, Y/N sat next to Rafe, the applicator of her lip gloss gliding over her lips as she studied her reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting the gloss with a focused gaze. Rafe sat next to her, his attention drawn to her lips as the girl re-applied her lip gloss. His eyes focused intently on her lips as he watched her press them together, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips at the action. Topper and Kelce were making small talk as they drove. Y/n looked over to the silent boy next to her, “you ‘kay?” She questioned head tilting as she closed the lipgloss, cap smoothly sliding back into place. He nodded in response,

“Yeah, I’m fine”

She nodded her head back at him as she sat back into the seat speaking up over the music, “I think we should make a bet…” directing her words to all the guys. Kelce and Topper both looked at each other, eyebrows raised with slight confusion, wondering about what kind of bet she was talking about. The girl was known for going all or nothing after all. Rafe’s ears perked up at her words, his interest being peaked as he wondered what she had in mind.

“Rumor has it… that Beth Sanders is gonna be there today.” Y/N glanced over at Rafe, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she spoke, she knew he used to have a crush on the girl. Kelce and Topper lips upturned at the mention of Beth, they both knew of Rafe’s little ‘crush’ when they were younger. Rafe rolled his eyes muttering out,

“So what?”

“Sooo,” she spoke out slyly as she sat forward slightly looking at Rafe, “I say we make a bet on who can get with her first…”

Both Kelce and Topper were now fully intrigued by the girl's proposal, both of their faces lighting up, excited by what she’d come up with. They both looked at Rafe, awaiting his reaction to her suggestion. He shot Y/N a skeptical look,

“You sure she swings that way?”

No one really knew what Beth preferred, however Y/N wasn’t the type to shy away from uncertainty—she liked a challenge– the adrenaline was addictive. She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Who says she has to choose? Maybe she likes both,” she teased, enjoying how unsettled Rafe seemed by the idea “...I do.” She watched the boy's internal battle as he decided what to do.

He’s gotta say yes.

“And besides, we’re not betting on what she prefers. We’re betting on who gets her first.” She added on, slipping her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit down slightly. Rafe looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he took in her words, a smirk playing on his lips.

“And if we lose?”

“Hmmm,” she tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes narrowing in thought as she met his gaze, “I don’t know,” she looked to the boys in the front seat awaiting their suggestions. Kelce whipped around in his seat, quickly speaking up with an excited smile on his face,

“Loser has to skinny dip in the golf course pond.”

Topper immediately smiled widely at Kelce’s suggestion, looking over his shoulder at Rafe, his eyes flickering over to y/n hoping his idea would be accepted. Y/N’s reaction was immediate—her giggles bubbled up, loud and carefree, as she threw her head back in amusement,

“Kelce, you’re insane,” she laughed, “it’s perfect!”

Kelce and Topper both burst into simultaneous laughter in the front seat. She shot a glance toward Rafe, knowing he was probably already running through the worst-case scenarios in his head. He rolled his eyes at the boys and how they were all agreeing with the punishment, then turned to the girl, shaking his head with a smirk,

“You’re dicks, you know that right?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose Rafey?” She playfully spoke, looking at the boy as they pulled up to the house. He could see the look on her face, knowing she was just trying to rile him up. He leaned a little closer to her as Topper parked the car. His voice was a little quieter, so Kelce and Topper couldn’t hear him,

“Please… I think we both know who the loser of this bet is gonna be.”

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The music thrummed through the entire house as they stepped inside, the heavy beat vibrating the walls and making the floor feel like it was pulsing beneath their feet. Angelina wiggled her fingers in a casual wave as she passed a group of girls who had been waiting by the entrance. They shouted out her name in greeting, their smiles wide and welcoming, the kind that came from being the Kook Princess. Rafe, who had been walking alongside her, pulled her toward the kitchen, where the sounds of clinking bottles and the scent of spilled alcohol mixed with the tang of rum and tequila. Kelce and Topper had split from them, going off into different rooms, scoping out the house, greeting people they knew, people they didn’t. Rafe pulled out a bottle of rum from under the counter, twisting the cap off with a practiced flick of his wrist.

“You ready to have some fun?” he asked, his voice slightly louder now to compete with the rising volume of the music. With a wide smile, she raised her own drink, the alcohol sloshing in the cup.

“Always.”

The night had officially begun.

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She looked up from where she was talking with a group of people, gloating about the new cars their parents got them.

Entitled assholes

Expecting to see Rafe she was taken by surprise by his absence. A few hours had passed since they’d gotten to the house, the number of people doubling generously. Her eyes flickered around the room as she stepped away from the group, her eyes landing on Rafe through the archway of the door, leading into the hallway which was littered with people. There he stood, leaning against the door speaking to none other than Beth Sanders. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.

That’s how you wanna play this game?

Rafe stood in the hallway chatting to Beth, he was trying his best to ignore the fact that y/n was only a few feet away, but he could sense her glare from a mile away. He had become all too familiar with that expression- part amusement, part something else that he couldn’t quite place. The girl in front of him rambled about something he had no clue about, he could tell if it was the alcohol but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. He nodded, and then, for a split second, his gaze flickered toward Y/N again.

This time, their eyes met, and Rafe couldn’t look away.

Y/N’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something that made his stomach tighten. The energy between them shifted, an invisible line between them pulling taut.

“Rafe?”

Beth’s voice cut through his thoughts, a little confused as she waved a hand in front of his face.

“You okay?”

He blinked, pulling himself out of the daze. He’d forgotten where he was for a second.

“Yeah”

Y/n watched them from the kitchen, arms leaning against the counter as she saw the boy working his charm. He laughed slightly as Beth told him a joke, slowly taking a subtle step closer to the girl from where he leaned on the wall, getting a little closer to her. She grit her teeth as she looked away.

It’s just a bet relax

She needed to get the girl away from him because… -she didn't want to lose the bet, thats what it was. She looked around wondering what she could do, however her eye was caught by the movement near the kitchen counter. Pouring a mixer there stood Beth holding her red solo cup and trying to find something to make her drink stronger. She had to suppress her smirk.

Too easy.

She walked up to the girl, standing next to her she looked at her with a small smile on her face,

“That any good?” She gestures her finger towards the cup the girl was holding tilting her head slightly. Beth looked over and smiled as she saw y/n next to her. She looked into her cup, swirling the liquid around as she spoke,

“Not bad so far, but it’s a little flat” She chuckled slightly, lifting the cup to her lips to take another sip. Y/n picked up a liqueur bottle standing next to them as she lifted it to her with a suggestive smile. The girls eyes glancing down to the bottle and then back up to the girl in front of her,

“Is that any good?” She questioned with a little hesitation.

“We’ll have to wait and see” Y/n giggled as she poured it into the girls cup. Beth watched with a slight eyebrow raise as she poured the liquid into the cup, the smile on her face never faltering. She looked down into the liquid curiously, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a tentative sip, her eyebrows raising with surprise,

“That’s good”

“Can I?” She spoke out to the girl taking a step closer as she leant against the counter facing the girl now. There was a flicker of something in Beth’s eyes- curiosity, maybe. Her gaze dropped, trailing from Y/N’s face down to the curve of her body. The air around thickened, a tension that neither of them could deny. Beth looked at the girl as she leant against the counter, a slightly flirty tone to her voice as she spoke.

“You wanna taste?” her voice was light, but it carried a subtle edge, a playfulness that mirrored the challenge in Y/N’s eyes, as if she were offering more than just a drink.

“Mmhmm” She hummed back in a sultry tone leaning slightly closer to the girl. Y/N didn’t hesitate, her lips curling into a slow, confident smile. Beth’s smirk grew slightly in reaction to the girl. She watched as he leant closer to her, holding the drink out for the girl,

“Then take one”

Y/n took the cup, her fingers brushing against the girls, bringing it up to her lips. Her eyes looked into the ones opposite her. The liquid burnt as it slid down her throat; a smile spread onto her lips as she pulled the cup away,

“That’s so strong,” she giggled slightly as she shook her head.

Beth let out a soft chuckle, her eyes never leaving y/n’s face as she spoke. Her heart was racing, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol she’d consumed over the night.

“Yeah it’s strong…”

She bit her lip, bringing her gaze up and down the girl's body, her eyes lingering over the girl, her tiny lacy cami top leaving little to the imagination. Y/n looked over the girl, the expression on her face hazy. Her eyes landed on her neck. Her fingertips reached up and touched over the silver on her neck, fiddling with the small pendant, so dainty and delicate.

“This is pretty”

A shiver went down Beth’s spine as she felt the girl’s fingertips touch her neck gently, the girl felt the urge to lean into her touch.

“Thank you…” She spoke out, leaning closer slightly, wanting to feel the girl's fingers against more of her skin. As the girl leant closer to her, y/n could sense the feeling of eyes on her. Looking past the girl, who was talking into her ear, her citrusy perfume wafting to her nose, her gaze landed on Rafe.

The boy's eyes staring straight at her.

Beth was too engulfed in the feeling of the girl’s touch. It felt nice as the girl started to gently toy with her necklace, her eyes slowly starting to drop closed, maybe she’d had a few more drinks than she thought…

Rafe watched from the other side of the kitchen, his heart rate started to quicken as he watched the scene before him. Watching as the girls stood close together, how their bodies were touching, his jaw started to tighten.

What the hell is she doing?

It wasn’t just the closeness of their bodies. It wasn’t just the way Y/N seemed so damn confident- so at ease, like she had this stupid bet in the bag. It was the way the girl next to her responded, the soft smile playing on her lips, the way she didn’t pull away. She was enjoying it. She was practically melting into Y/N’s touch.

Fuck

Rafe could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. It wasn’t just the alcohol that made him feel tense; it was something else, something unfamiliar that gnawed at him. The bet was supposed to be a simple competition, who could win Beth’s attention first. But now, it wasn’t looking so simple. The heavy thumping of the song changed its rhythm, y/n’s ears perking up as she looked at the girl. She didn’t wait for Beth to respond, already pulling her away from the kitchen and into the living room, where the energy of the party had reached its peak. She glanced over at Beth her eyes lighting up,

Perfect

“I love this song!” Y/N shouted over the sound, her voice laced with playful excitement. The crowd was a sea of swaying, hot bodies grinding against each other, the bass vibrating through the floor, thumping up into their chests as hips rolled and feet shuffled in time with the beat. The room seemed to pulse, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at the girl, giving her a grin that was full of mischief.

“Come on,” Y/N said, her voice breathy and full of the song’s infectious energy. She pulled Beth into the crowd, her hand still tightly gripping hers as they wove through the sea people. Beth followed, her own grin slowly spreading as she let herself be led by Y/N. There was a certain lightness to the way they moved together, the girls's hand slid around Beth’s waist, guiding her into the rhythm.

“I didn’t think you were the dancing type,” Beth teased, her voice almost lost in the thrum of the music as she leaned in. She smiled at the girls touch as she leaned in slighter closer to the girl, mouth near her ear so she could hear her, hot breath against the side of her neck,

“Guess you don’t know me that well then.”

Beth’s breath hitched slightly as she felt the girl lean in closer to her, her breath fanning over her neck sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah” She spoke out, her voice breathy, her grip on the girl's hips tightening as she spoke, pulling her a little closer to her. Beth looked into the girls eyes, as they danced together, her eyes fluttered down to the girls lips before glancing back up at her, her hand came around her neck as she swayed against each other. Y/n felt the girl’s hand come up to her neck,

No turning back now

She could sense Rafe’s eyes burning holes into her as he observed from the sideline, leant against the wall and holding a beer bottle in his hand. He watched closely as the two girls danced together, a mix of surprise and jealousy rushing through him as he observed their body’s moving closely together, their hands all over each other. He squeezed the beer bottle tight in his grip.

Y/n leant slightly closer to the girl, faces inches away from each other,

“Having fun?”

Beth let out a soft breath as the girl leaned in closer to her. Her head and body felt fuzzy, her face flushed slightly,

“So much fun,” she spoke out, her eyes flickering down to the girls lips once again before coming back up to look into her eyes, “You?”

“Could be having more fun..”

She whispered out suggestively to the girl, only she could hear due to their close distance to one another, everyone else’s hearing muffled by the loud thrumming of the music. Beth’s breath hitched a little as she heard the girl’s seductive whisper, her body reacting to the girl's words, skin tingling under her touch. They were standing so close together, her body inches away, their faces almost touching as they swayed along with the music.

“Oh yeah?” Beth replied, mimicking the girl’s alluring tone, the alcohol fueling her desire,

“What did you have in mind?”

“Mmm - you know what I mean” Y/n said, her hand reaching up to the girl’s chin holding her closer to her own face. Beth’s heart rate quickened as the girl's hand went to her chin, her touch feeling like sparks on her skin.

“Do I?” She spoke back, feigning innocence as her gaze flickered down to the girl's lips. Y/n shook her head gently at the girl’s mockery, pulling herself closer to her lips now millimetres away still giving the girl a chance to pull away, she could feel Beth’s warm breath against her lips. The music lowered slightly, waiting for the beat to drop. She could feel her heart beating against her chest slightly harder now.

I’m gonna win

Y/n’s nose was now gently bumping against the girls, her breath fanning across her face. Beth reached her hands up, placing them on the girls hips, holding her in place as she waited for her next move. Y/n could feel Rafe’s angry gaze but she wasn’t pulling away now, not when she was so close.

Rafe’s jaw was clenched as he watched the girls so close together, his knuckles going white from how hard he was holding onto the beer bottle in his hand. He was pissed but he couldn’t look away, his eyes stuck on them as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Y/n finally pushed herself closer to the girl, lips pressing against her’s.

The room seemed to blurr, the only thing she was focused on was the girls lips as they kissed, tasting sweet like sugar and alcohol. Her hand slid into the girl's hair, pulling her closer against her as their mouths worked together. Beth let out a soft gasp as the girl's hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer to her body, their mouths moving together in sync. Her arms suddenly came up, wrapping around the girl's waist desperately, pulling her flush up to her body, their hips pressing together. Y/n couldn’t resist the urge to open her eyes. She peered past the girl as she continued to work the girl’s lips against her own, tilting her head slightly.

Her eyes locked with Rafe.

He was glued to the sight in front of him. His fists clenching by his side bottle now thrown somewhere across the room, heart racing wildly in his chest. He watched as the girls kissed, their bodies close, hips pressed against one another, their eyes closed, lost in one another. It was like a car wreck, he couldn’t look away, he didn’t want to look away, even though he felt an anger burning inside him. But the anger didn’t feel like it was just about losing. No matter how much he tried to tell himself it was just that, the bitterness in his chest didn’t go away. The music surrounding him was muffled, his focus on them, the way Beth’s hands roamed over y/n’s body, sliding over her shoulder blades, moving over her back down, down down to her- The sight of it gnawed at him, twisting something deep in his gut.

It wasn’t just about the bet anymore. It was something deeper.

I don’t care. It’s just a bet.

As he turned away harshly bumping into someone as he stormed away from the room, heading towards the entrance. He tried to push the thought down, but it was too late. He was already drowning in a truth he wasn’t ready to face.

Y/n could hear the girl whimpering under her, but she couldn’t draw her eyes away from Rafe. She felt a fire burning in her stomach and she didn’t know what was going on. She noticed the way the boy had suddenly turned away from them, causing her to pull away from the girl with a gentle breath. Looking over her flushed face, a smile appearing on her lips at the sight. Beth was breathing heavily as the girl pulled away from her, their lips disconnecting with a soft sound. She let out a soft chuckle, her eyes roaming over the girls face, noticing her eyes no longer held the glint they had when the song first started,

“You okay?” She spoke out, lifting her hand and brushing the girl’s hair out of her face.

“Yeah…yeah I’m good pretty girl.” She spoke out cheekily as she moved her hand down resting it on the girl's waist. Although she’d won the bet with Rafe, and it’s not that she didn’t enjoy her little moment with Beth, she felt a spark of guilt in her stomach. A pink hue spread across Beth’s cheeks as the girl’s fingers lightly rested on her waist. She let out a soft laugh at the girl's nickname. She tilted her head, looking at her face, she could still tell something wasn’t quite right. Y/n’s eyes looked behind the girl, her gaze lifted up to the clock on the wall; 1:17.

When did it get late?

She needed to go, well she didn’t really but she could’ve sworn that her father said he had a meeting he wanted her to attend with him so she knew she needed to get back to be able to wake in the morning. Besides, she needed an excuse to find Rafe. She let out a small sigh looking down to the girl,

“Look I’ve had fun but-”

“But?” She questioned softly, her fingers gently squeezing the girl's hips, holding her in place.

“I need to get going.” Y/n spoke out hand falling off the girl’s waist.

“Oh..okay” Beth tried to sound unbothered, but a hint of disappointment was clear in her tone.

“Sorry baby.” She pouted jokingly at the girl trying to lighten the mood, she couldn’t deny that she felt a little bad. Beth didn’t try to stop the smile that spread across her lips at the girl's words.

“Yeah yeah, don’t apologize” She chuckled softly, her hands releasing the girls hips unwillingly. “See you around Beth.” She spoke out with a wink to the girl before turning away. As she threaded her way through the people still milling about, her body brushed against others, but it all felt distant as she made her way to the front door of the house.

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Stepping foot through the front doors she looked around at the littered cars in the drive. Her eyes landed on Topper's car, where Rafe stood leaning against the car hood pulling on his vape, puffing it out into the air around him, the wispy clouds of smoke drifting from his mouth into the air and dispersing. Her steps were slightly wobbly as she walked down towards the car, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol she’d consumed throughout the night or from the adrenaline of the situation she’d put herself into. The closer she got she saw Topper and Kelce already in the car, passing each other a joint as they laughed in the smoky car. Rafe glanced up as he heard footsteps, his eyes landing on the girl walking towards them. He couldn’t help but scan his eyes over her body, her hair disheveled. He pushed himself off the car a little, watching her intently as she approached the car, taking a long draw from the vape in his hand.

“I won.” She spoke out the closer she got.

His jaw ticked slightly at her words as his eyes narrowed. His head was still swimming with a mixture of anger from watching the girls together,

“Good for you,” He replied bluntly, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “get in the car.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback slightly by his response. Her eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.

What’s his problem?

She had won, hadn’t she? So why was he acting like this?

“What you jealous… loser?” She replied mockingly with a smirk on her face, assuming that he must be angry that he’d lost the bet, being oh so cocky at the beginning of the night. His eyes narrowed further as his anger spiked again,

“Jealous?” He let out a scoff, his hands crossing over his chest. “Hardly” He glanced over at her again, “She’s a slut anyways she’d get with anyone.”

“Right.” She spoke out as she rolled her eyes at his spitefulness, starting to get irritated by the boy's behaviour, she'd always reprimand him when he degraded woman infront of her. Opening the doors and sliding into the back shutting the doors behind her. He pulled himself up into the car sitting next to her she leaned over to him speaking tauntingly,

“Can’t wait to see you jumping into the pond.”

Rafe closed his eyes hand coming up to rub down his face.

Shit

He’d forgotten about the dumbass punishment that they’d set up, and he was so positive he was going to win. He’d gotten so riled up about Beth… - about y/n, that he’d forgotten about it. Of course he was dreading the thought of jumping into the cold pond. He cursed himself for making the stupid bet with her. Rafe let out a sigh, he knew he was going to have to do it,

“Yeah yeah, I know” He spoke out, his voice laced with frustration.

“Let’s do it now.” Y/n spoke out challengingly as she looked to the boy holding eye contact, Topper having already pulled out the house's drive and the car now moving along the road. Rafe’s eyes widened a little at her words, caught off guard. His eyes continued to hold her gaze as he considered her words. He would have to do it eventually, it might as well be now.

“Alright.” Topper listening to the two in the back seats, made his way towards the golf course as he spoke out to the brown haired boy,

“Can’t wait to see this shit man.” Kelce laughed along in agreement.

Rafe rolled his eyes as he heard Topper and Kelce’s words. He’d already made the stupid bet with the girl, the last thing he needed was to hear them chime in with their idiotic comments. He let out a frustrated breath as he mentally prepared himself.

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The four walked towards the large pond, sat out the front of the golf course before the gates to the entrance. Topper and Kelce walked up front laughing to each other, Kelce drunk from their night out so he was finding everything incredibly funny. Shadows stretched over the grass, and the occasional rustle of the trees added to the stillness of the late hour. Y/n walked beside Rafe, she glanced over at him, but he wasn’t looking at her—his eyes were fixed ahead, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something had shifted between them tonight.

Does me winning bother him that much…?

Rafe couldn't believe he was going to go through with this. He gritted his teeth as they neared the water’s edge, trying to block out the sounds of Kelce’s stupid commentary in front of him. As he walked beside y/n, he felt her gaze on him, her eyes roaming over his face. He kept his eyes forward, determined to get the punishment over with.

“Are you mad I won…?” She spoke out breaking the tense silence between them as they neared the pond, the two other boys already out on the small wooden dock it had. Rafe pursed his lips at her question, the silence between them deafening for a few seconds before he spoke,

“No”

He spoke out bluntly, refusing to meet her eyes as he continued walking. Technically it wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t mad..exactly. He was frustrated and annoyed, the feeling in his stomach twisting again at the thought of her and Beth together. His face was set in a firm expression. Yes okay, he was mad. Angry that she’d won, angry that he was stupid enough to make the bet. Angry that he couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d kissed Beth.

“Don’t lie to me.” She responded, still staring at him waiting for his response. She knew him too well. His body tensed as she spoke again, telling him to not lie to her. Despite knowing her well, he still wasn’t ready to have this conversation with her. He couldn’t admit to her how much seeing her with the girl had bothered him, he didn’t even fully understand why.

“I’m not fucking lying” He spoke out, his tone coming out frustrated, his jaw practically set in stone as he still refused to meet her eyes. She watched as the boy walked away from her after he spoke, hands coming to pull his polo up over his head, leaving him shirtless. His chest was lit by the moonlight, the wood creaking underneath him as he walked to the edge. The two boys stood in front of her already laughing at the boy who was about to jump in. But she wasn’t. She didn’t know why. She watched as his fingers worked at his belt, pulling the dark leather out the buckle letting it loose. She had to pull her eyes away from his figure, her breath hitching slightly in her throat.

Stop

Rafe’s shirt landed on the dock as he worked on the buttons and zip of his pants. As he loosened them, his gaze flickered over to y/n, noticing her eyes on him. He wasn’t sure if it was from the light, but something in her expression looked off. He quickly pushed his confusion aside as he focused on getting it over and done with. She heard his belt and trousers hit the wood of the pier. She assumed he was about to jump in, having slipped his shoes and socks off. She heard him mumbling a ‘fucking hate you’ under his breath. She clenched her jaw slightly as she looked at him, tanned skin illuminated by the moonlight which glinted off the pond water.

Rafe stood at the edge of the pier in nothing but his boxers. His feet ached from the hard wood under them, his body shivering from the cold night air. He could hear the boys behind him laughing as he prepared to jump into the cold water. He took a shaky breath as he steeled himself, the water below looking darker than he’d originally anticipated.

Fuck this

“Hey Rafe!” Topper called out from where they stood a couple feet away from him,

“It’s a skinny dip,” he continued waiting for the boy's reaction.

“Yeah get naked man!” Kelce shouted out to him cackling loudly, having to hold onto Topper's shoulder to stop himself from falling over from his laughter.

Rafe tensed as he heard Topper call out to him again. He was already dreading the cold as it was without the need for a “skinny dip”. He let out a frustrated breath as Kelce chimed in too, the boy laughing so hard he could hardly stand straight. He knew there was no way of getting out of it now without them calling him a pussy for the rest of the week.

“I’m getting there.” He spoke out, his voice coming out strained. Y/n watched from behind the boys as Rafe huffed out angrily at their comments, biting her lower lip in anticipation. His hands moved to the elastic band of his boxers, gripping them as he ignored the boy's continuing laughter and comments. He took another shaky breath as he pulled the them off, standing naked at the edge of the dock. He could already feel the cold air on his skin. The night was dark but y/n could still make the boys figure out in the distance.

When did he get so chiseled…

She swallowed, her mouth now becoming dry. Her chest felt weird as she watched him, she had to pull her eyes away looking suddenly down at the ground. Topper and kelce were chanting in front of her but she couldn’t bring herself to join in, her voice lost in her throat,

“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!”

The loud splash caught her attention as she looked up, the boy no longer standing on the edge of the dock, the three of them walked down , Topper and Kelce cheering as they looked into the water, y/n joining them. Rafe quickly popped his head out of the water, letting out a loud gasp at the cold as he tried to blink the water from his eyes. The two cheered as he rose to the surface. The girl bit her lip gently, as she looked at the boy, his hair wet, some of it stuck to his face, the tip of his nose slightly red from the cold water and his cheeks flushed, he looked so…. She cleared her throat as she spoke up,

“I'd say we’re even now.”

Rafe pushed his hair out of his face, shivering a little as he treaded water in the pond. He looked up at the three figures standing by the edge of the dock, seeing their faces peering down to him,

“Yeah, I guess we are.” He called back up to them, his voice a little raspy, he could feel the cold water lapping against him, already freezing his body. Y/n took a step back as the two boys bent down to help the boy up out of the water. She turned her back as she stood a couple steps back, giving the boy a chance to put his boxers back on. She could hear the two whooping and clapping him on the back. She bit her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut trying to calm her beating heart.

What was in that tequila…

With the help of the boys he managed to climb back up onto the dock, his body still wet and shivering from the cold as the air hit his skin. He quickly grabbed his boxers from off the ground, putting the on before he looked back up to see y/n standing with her back to him. She turned around as the other two boys walked past her, speaking out about how they were going to warm up the car so they could get going, not wanting to get caught at the golf course at such late hours. She shook her head to them as they left the two alone, she turned around looking at the boy who stood there in his boxers. Rafe took a breath in, his body still shivering from the cold. He pushed his hair out of his face, wet from the water, looking over to the girl who was watching him, her face still flushed,

“You’re blushing.” He stated out, noticing the pink which brushed upon her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she spoke, she knew he was most likely right,

“I’m cold.” She watched as he bent down pulling up his pants and slipping his shoes back on. His chest was still specked with water, the drips sliding down his pecs, running down to his stomach, curving around his belly button and getting lost at the start of his happy trail.

Oh-

Her sight was cut off as he pulled up his pants over his hips, zipping them up and starting to do up the belt. She looked away, eyes darting to the water which had a silvery sheen across the surface due to the moonlight. Rafe was still shivering from the cold, his body covered in a light layer of goosebumps. He noticed how her eyes flickered over his bare chest. He knew her stare was lingering on his chest, water still making his skin glisten. He tried to ignore the feeling of her gaze on him, as he quickly buttoned his pants.

“I’m freezing my ass off” He grumbled as he quickly did the zip and started to buckle the belt.

“Here.” She spoke out as she took off the small cardigan that she had left in Topper's car when they first got to the party, slipping it on her on the drive here. She pulled it off her arms holding it up to him, offering something he could wipe himself with.

“You sure?” He took a step forward, taking the cardigan from her. Their fingers brushed slightly as he did so, sending a small shiver up his spine from the still coldness of her hands.

Soft

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she pulled back slightly letting him take the material from her hands. He took the cardigan from her, gripping it in his fingers, quickly rubbing his damp chest and stomach with it to try and dry himself up. He could smell her perfume on the material as he wiped his neck and face, the light intoxicating scent filling his nose. The fabric felt soft to the touch as he quickly dried himself off and he didn’t want to pull away from it. He used the material to pat at the small drops of water still left on his hair. She had to bite her tongue as she watched him using the material to absorb the drops of water still left on his skin. He couldn’t help but notice her watching him. Her gaze was fixed, taking in his every move even as he rubbed the fabric over his skin to dry it. Her lips were parted slightly, almost as if she was holding back words from passing them. He tried not to think too much into it, despite the strange tightening in his chest as he caught her looking at him.

“Thanks.” He spoke out as he lowered the cardigan, folding it in his hands now that he’d finished using it. He turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on y/n who was still watching him, her expression unreadable.

She looked down to the floor where his polo lay, squatting down to pick it up, losing her balance slightly due to her heels and gently landing on her knees in front of him, she leant over grabbing the material.

His breathing got caught slightly in his throat as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his from where she was knelt on the floor in front of him. Looking up to the boy she was caught off guard as he looked down from her, the position they were in suddenly feeling awfully intimate, her mind drifting to another situation where they could be in the same position. His mind spun for a brief moment as he fought with the thoughts, clenching his jaw as he forced himself to keep his tongue in check, not wanting to say something he shouldn't. She cleared her throat slightly as she held up the polo shirt to him.

Oh-

Rafe’s eyes dropped down to the polo shirt held up to him, before flicking back up to her face. He could still barely stop the thoughts of her on her knees in front of him, the sight of her flushed cheeks only making the image more prominent in his mind. He took a shaky breathe to try and calm his mind as he mumbled out,

“Thanks” He managed to keep his voice steady somehow as she pushed herself up from the floor, he quickly slipped the polo top over his head, the feeling of the fabric covering his skin helping to bring himself back to reality. He still couldn’t help his gaze lingering on her as they stood in front of each other, her flushed cheeks still present on her face.

“We should-” She spoke, gesturing back to the car where Topper and Kelce had gone. He nodded his head in response, not trusting himself to speak as his thoughts about the girl in front of him still continued to race through his mind, thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking, certainly not about his best friend.

“Yeah, we should” He managed to choke out, his voice a little raspy as he threw her cardigan onto his shoulder, keeping it there as they walked down the dock. Walking side by side y/n had to steady her breathing.

What’s going on?

Rafe was her best friend and now she was starting to question herself. Why did she suddenly feel like she wanted to just reach out and k- a gasp fell past her lips. Her heel had sunk into the grass causing her to lose her footing, falling forward slightly.

Rafe had been struggling to keep his thoughts in check. The images of her knelt on the floor in front of him had been burned into his mind and he couldn’t seem to shake it. Rafe froze as he heard the noise come out of y/n mouth. He had only been a step ahead when he heard it, instinctively stopping in place and turning around at the sound. He just managed to see her lose her balance as she lurched forward, her heel getting stuck in the wet grass. Rafe’s hands were quick to reach out and catch her, steadying her as she fell forwards into him

“You ok?” He quickly asked, concern clear in his voice as he held her by her arms, holding her steady. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held her hands against the boys chest steadying herself, his hands firmly holding her arms,

“Yeah my heel,” she spoke out slightly breathless. Rafe didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, or the way her hands gently pushed against his chest. His heart hammered in his ribcage as he realized how close they were, one of his hands now holding her by the waist to steady her as the other stayed on her arm. He didn’t even fully register what he was doing as he mumbled out,

“You good now?”

She looked at the boy, they were so close, her hands against his chest, his face not so far away. She shook her head, knowing if she tried to speak her voice would betray how she was feeling. His hand at her waist seemed to have a mind of its own as it gripped her a bit tighter, holding her close to him. His gaze was flickering from her eyes to her mouth, taking in their proximity. She noticed his eyes flicker down to her lips, her heart beating heavily against her chest. The thoughts of the girl racing through his mind again as he looked down at her.

The anger from earlier had shifted, a twist of something darker buried deep in his chest. Even now as he denied it, the realisation was already there, jealousy burning in the back of his mind, his jaw locked so hard it hurt. It wasn’t about the bet, it never was.

It was about Y/N.

The fact that she had her lips on someone else.

Someone that wasn't him.

This is your best friend…

This is wrong…

He was fully aware they were crossing a line, the wrong line. Y/n was his best friend, the last person he should be staring at like this. She’d probably slap him if she had any idea what was going on in his mind right now, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her flushed cheeks and pink lips, looking so enticing in the dim light. He couldn’t fully stop himself as his gaze continued to flicker down, not even truly aware of the fact that he was slowly leaning closer to her. His body was acting on autopilot, his brain screaming at him to stop but his body too fixated on her mouth. Her lips looked pink and soft, just a few inches from his. He could already picture what they would feel like against his...

HONK! HONK!

The sound echoed through the empty golf court and took y/n out of the trance she was in. She pulled away from Rafe slightly, hands falling off his chest as she noticed Topper's car. Lifting her leg out of the grass she pulled her heel free. Rafe had to force himself to step back to give her space. He was almost desperate to reach out and pull her back to him, not wanting the moment to end, but the sound of the car coming down the gravel brought him back to his senses.

What the fuck is wrong with you

He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching and unclenching his fingers to try and calm himself down, his heartbeat still racing from the moment they’d just shared.

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The car door shut behind her as she sat into the seat at the back, Topper's music already playing through the speakers; the boy speaking out to Rafe the moment he’d got into the car, but their conversation was muffled as her mind flickered back to what just happened. She stared out the window at the scenery flying past them as they moved through Figure 8. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the boy. She- She just needed to get home to clear her head

Fuck me

Rafe sat in his seat, eyes locked onto the back of the headrest in front of him. He’d almost let himself do something incredibly fucking dumb. It was so wrong to look at y/n like he had, to think of her in the way he was now. They’d been friends for years, they’d never been anything else, but still he couldn’t get rid himself of her on her knees, it was still all he could see behind his closed eyelids. The feeling of their chests touching engraved in his mind.

As Topper pulled up outside her house she straightened in her seat slightly thanking the boy and saying goodbye to him and Kelce who were now in their own conversation. Just as she was about to get out she turned to Rafe sitting next to her, her gaze drifting down to her baby pink cardigan which was still held in his hand.

“Keep it for now.” She spoke with a small smile on her face.

His gaze immediately shot over to her as she turned to him, his heart fluttering in his chest, it was like he’d come up for air just at the sound of her voice. His hand subconsciously gripped the material of the pink cardigan. He nodded in response as he replied softly,

“Yeah, ok.”

“Night Rafey.” She said gently as she shuffled out the seat, hand now resting on the car door ready to close it.

“Night Princess.” He replied, the words were out of his mouth before he could even think, the familiar nickname coming to him as easily as if it was second nature.

Nothing was different, nothing had changed.

She closed the doors, the sound of the car got further and further away as she walked back up the stairs of her patio to her house doors. Getting to the door she walked over to the olive tree to the left of the door frame, hand reaching out and picking up a rock, fingers grabbing the spare key under it. Making her way back to the door she stood in front of it, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in she rested her forehead against the cold wood closing her eyes.

He’s your best friend.

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"First Date Jitters" Divorced David "Deacon" Kay x School Counselor! Reader

Summary: Your date with Deacon gets derailed but you still find a way to make the most of it.

What to expect: 4K words, Light mention of divorce, Canon warnings (hostage situation, robbery, light mention of gore/guns), drinking, descriptions of being cut, flirting, fluff, comfort

A/N: I blushed so hard when yall asked for a part 2, I didn't really proofread btw

You could feel the seconds ticking away as you sat at your meeting. Why did school counselors need to sit in on district meetings, anyway? You glanced at the clock on the wall, 4:47. Your leg was bouncing underneath the table, a representation of your nervousness. It was your first date in god knows how long. You still needed to run home, change, and meet your date, but you were stuck with what could've been an email. You looked again, 4:48, oh my god.

“Would you be for or against this change, (Y/N)?” Your boss shook you from your thoughts, leaving you to look at the schedule change in front of you.

“I-I think this looks… great. I don’t have any suggestions.” You slide the paper to the center of the table, glancing back up at the clock. 4:52.

“Alright well, if that concludes things… I'll let you guys get going. Thanks for hanging back for a bit.” The staff began to stand and file out of the room. The English teacher, you knew her as Jane pulled you aside.

“So, spill! What are you so keen on leaving for?” She rubbed her hands together, leaving you to roll your eyes.

“I’m going out on a date.” You answered, throwing on your cardigan. Jane danced around you and let her noises of excitement draw attention to the two of you.

“Alright, alright,” you laughed. “I don't even know if it will go anywhere. Just nice to get back out there, I guess.” You rubbed your arm, as you made your way out of the conference room.

“I'm just so happy for you! It's about time. You have the best time tonight, okay? Stay safe, and call me if you need a lifeline!” She shouted your way as you both made your way towards your respective cars. You thanked her before closing your door. You made quick work of the dinner rush and ran up the stairs to your apartment. Quickly locking yourself inside, you immediately started changing into the semi-formal dress you had set out last night. You glanced up at yourself in the mirror, deciding a touch-up would do you good. You grabbed out a darker lipstick, one you wouldn't wear to the school. You looked at your phone, 5:19. You rushed to get your heels on and grab your purse, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror.

“Okay, (Y/N), let's get back in the game.” You ruffled your hair and made your way back down to your car. You peeled out of the parking garage. Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel praying for the light to change. The drive felt longer than it was, and the counselor in you told you to breathe before you left your car.

David sat in his car rubbing his hands on his thighs, nervously. He recognized you in the car that pulled up across the parking lot. He watched you fix your hair in the rearview, and step out of your car to straighten your dress. David’s nerves were calmed once he noticed you were anxious too. He stepped out and made his way to the door, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed.

You walked towards the door and saw him waiting in the lobby. He met you with a smile and you immediately felt your knees weaken. Together you walked up to the host station and told the young girl the name of your reservation. She quickly led the two of you to your table and took your drink order. You both ordered wine and began making small talk about the restaurant you chose.

“So did your interest in international food lead to your love for travel, or was it the other way around?” He asked, watching you take a sip of your drink.

“They are not mutually exclusive. My mom’s a professional chef, so I grew up trying all of her experiments. That's how I ended up in LA. She found better business here than Oregon.” You rambled. You couldn't tell where the feeling came from but you wanted him to know everything about you.

“How old were you when you moved here?” David questioned. He seemed genuinely interested, which you liked.

“I was 12. I wasn't too happy to leave the humidity. It took a while for my asthma to get somewhat used to the lack of moisture.” You folded your hands in your lap, smiling back at him. He nodded and you could see him commit the fact that you have asthma to memory.

“How about you, did you grow up here?” You felt he was at an unfair advantage, knowing so much about you from your office.

“Yeah, born and raised.” He nodded.

“Nice, do you travel much?”

“Not as much now, with the kids, but occasionally I'll find myself in neat places for work.” David felt his heart race a bit at the mention of his kids. He knew the entire reason they met was because of his kids, but he knew many single parents’ kids scare partners off.

That feeling quickly dissolved when he looked up from his glass to see your smile. He went to say something but your waitress came over. You both chuckled, realizing you hadn't looked over the menu much. Fortunately, you were both able to make a quick decision and get your food ordered. Your waitress refilled your glasses and left you to continue talking.

“You said you had a meeting today, right? That go well?” He broke the silence.

“Oh, yeah, it wasn't too bad. I really didn't need to be there. I was just excited to go home and get ready.” You looked away, shy to admit you were looking forward to your date.

“I’m glad. This is all I’ve talked about all day,” You looked up at him, shocked. “My team was so sick of me that they sent me home early.” David chuckled, leaving you to smile dumbfoundedly.

“That makes me feel better, I wondered if you'd get bored tonight…” You sheepishly mutter.

“Why would you think that?” David's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“...Well, I don't have the most interesting life. I mean, you're a SWAT sergeant. I'm sure you get invitations for dates all the time.” You trailed off, taking a sip of your wine to stop your rambling.

“I don't usually entertain that. I don't really enjoy being hit on. Most people just like the uniform anyway.” He tried to make you feel a bit better. “Also, you're insanely cool. I mean your office is decorated with so many interesting things. I gotta know more about that.” He folded his hands on the table.

“Well, ask away.” You grinned feeling warm from his words.

“The paintings on the walls didn't look like prints. Did you paint them?” David questioned. You began to answer, but your waitress brought out your dishes, set them down, and asked if you needed anything. You both ordered another drink and turned back to each other.

“The portraits are mine, but there are a couple of landscape paintings, sculptures, and trinkets that I got from friends and vendors.” You took a bite of your dish after speaking.

“Your paintings are amazing. Did you consider going into art before counseling?”

“No, no. It's always just been something I did on my own time.” You gently shook your head. “There have been times where I've illustrated for friends and small startups, but not enough to go full time with it. Moreso just to help out small businesses.” You explained.

The two of you continued asking each other questions and eating in between. Time seemed to stop for the night. The only thing you and David were concerned about was each other. As the sunset turned into a dark sky, you sat across from David, captivated by him. You could tell he knew it, too. He would hold your eye contact for slightly longer than normal, and whenever your hands were on the table, he would make it his mission to rest his hand atop yours.

The drinks didn't help either. Neither of you wanted to get drunk on your first date, but you definitely felt tipsy. The alcohol made both of you more brave, light touches turned to hand-holding, and your conversations became more personal. You both talked about your parents and how they felt about your jobs. You talked about your time as a therapist and he talked about some of his more significant cases.

“I tried to be a therapist for the elderly because I thought it would be less pressure. David, I was so wrong.” You laughed, shaking your head. He chuckled as you recalled getting harassed by old men and women for 40 hours a week.

“Deacon.” He interjected.

“What was that?” You tilted your head to the side, confused.

“Call me Deacon. That’s what my team calls me.” He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Well, alright. Deacon.” You smiled, feeling your cheeks begin to hurt. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. You stared at each other, enjoying just being together. Your romantic staring contest was broken by your waitress dropping off your check. You reached for it, but Deacon was too quick.

“Deacon. Come on.” You reached your hand out, silently asking for the receipt.

“No, no. I asked you out. And, I'm honored you accepted, despite not knowing me.” He nestled his card in the tin and set it aside, turning his attention back to you.

“I get the feeling you're not going to budge on this, so thank you.” You folded your arms across each other and set them down in front of you.

“It was nice getting out, it's been a while since I did the whole ‘first date’ thing” Deacon allowed himself to be honest.

“I completely agree. It's more awkward than I remember.” You laughed.

You and your date continued talking long after your drinks ran out. You felt so warm with him, and the wine didn't encourage you to leave him either. You continued flirting and getting to know each other before a commotion was heard a couple of tables behind you. You took your eyes off Deacon to turn around finding a group of people dressed in dark informal clothing. One of them held his hand underneath his jacket which made you whip your head back to Deacon. His once soft expression was replaced with a look of concern.

“Um- Deac? I- Do you think somethings wrong?” Your hand made its way to the back of your neck in an attempt to rub away the rising tension. He didn't respond, looking down into his lap. You worked at a school, so it wasn't hard to tell he was texting someone. Your heart raced. It was obvious Deacon agreed that there was a problem.

You were going off sound alone, as the group of people were behind you. You managed to twist your head and spare a glance their way, only to find them talking very quietly with the now frightened host. Whatever they were telling her was scaring her shitless. You felt so bad for her, wondering what she was thinking.

With Deacon clearing his throat you looked back at him, and he gave you a forced smile. He rested his hand on the table, a silent request for you to grab it. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed, letting him know you were anxious.

“Be honest, how likely is it they're here for a table?” You met his eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation. You didn't need to though because he sighed and gave up on trying to hide his feelings from you.

“Unlikely. They look familiar, probably wanted for something. We can't do anything about it right now, so just relax. It'll be alright.” He soothed as he looked past you to see the host leave the group. The group of people looked around, one in particular made eye contact with a woman nearby. The older lady was decked out in diamonds and a fancy bag. The man must have been feeling bold because he walked up to her and held his jacket slightly ajar. Deacon couldn't see what he was concealing but it was pretty obvious it had to be a gun.

The woman's face fell and the man she was with stood up clearly offended. Deacon's worst fears were confirmed when the man pulled out a gun and pistol-whipped the older man. Other patrons in the restaurant screamed and moved away from the man. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to see Deacon beside you. He pulled you around the table and pulled you down to the ground. He told you to stay there before turning back towards the commotion.

You peered around the table to find the woman was forced to take off her jewelry and pass over her bag. Deacon raised his gun and announced he was LAPD. You were shocked. He was outnumbered and you had no idea if anyone else carried. You turned your attention to the other group members. One ran out once the hostility started, and two others looked at each other in a mix of disbelief and anger. You took this as a sign this wasn't planned. It also seemed like the group wasn't willing to kill. The man aimed his pistol at Deacon but refrained from firing, resorting to yelling instead. This scared all of the now hostages but only made Deacon feel better. If talking meant not shooting, he was okay with it.

It was hard for you to make out what he was saying, but you could tell he was scared. He likely acted on impulse and was struggling to de-escalate the situation. It's unlikely they knew a cop would be there, especially since your name was on the reservation. A couple of people tried to weasel their way out of their booths and sneak away but that only made the man more upset. His audience was leaving. He aimed his pistol and the nearby chandelier and fired, leaving you to scramble from your hiding spot as glass debris fell around you and nicked at your skin.

You tried not to think about the blood pooling on your arms and face and just focused on finding cover elsewhere. Deacon had to trust the best way he could help was by keeping his gun raised, and trying to talk the man down. The other guys noticed the situation getting progressively worse and tried pulling him back towards the door, but it only angered the man more. He whipped around to yell at them, giving Deacon an opening to run and tackle the man.

You were shocked because there was no telling what the other guys would do. Fortunately, the man's accomplices took the lowered guns as a sign to run. Your eyes followed them through to windows as they ran across the street. They didn't get far before police cars cut them off, and they were forced to surrender.

Hearing shouting, you looked back to your date pulling the man up from the ground, his hands held behind his back. The gun was kicked away, and before long people wearing SWAT uniforms arrived, putting handcuffs on the gunman, and taking him away. Deacon didn't waste any time running over to you and looking at your various cuts.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N).” He grabbed the black napkin from the table to press it against your forehead, making you wince.

“Y-... You didn't shoot the chandelier,” You looked around at the chaos surrounding you. EMT’s loaded the old man onto the gurney. Patrons hugged and made their way to their tables, unsure of what happens next. “Everyone’s okay thanks to you. You called the police?” you asked as he held your hand over the napkin, a silent request for you to hold pressure.

“I texted a coworker. They took care of getting a team here. I don't think they called the patrol cars though. Maybe the host called.” He looked over your other scrapes, gauging how much medical attention you needed. “I think some of these need stitches…” Deacon looked over to see the EMTs occupied with the elderly man, and some other people complaining of heart rates.

“I still think I’m too shaken up to drive-” You were interrupted.

“I'll take you.” Deacon placed his hands on top of yours.

“Okay.” You sheepishly responded. You let him pull you up and with a hand on the small of your back he led you to his car. Deacon was helping you into the passenger seat when an officer ran over.

“Deac! You okay, man?” The man rested his hand on the open door looking at the two of you.

“Yeah, Yeah. Thanks for coming so quickly, Hondo.” He nodded looking towards the restaurant and the guests funneling out. Another two teammates ran over to you, and the idea that you were meeting his squad set in. You felt yourself sink into the seat, as you looked at the ground.

“Hey! Is this your date?” One of the other teammates asked.

“Are you okay?” Another member asked.

When you hesitated to respond Deacon spoke up on your behalf. “Luca, I knew it was wrong to hope I’d get through this date without you crazies. This is (Y/N). She got cut up by the chandelier, so I was going to take her to the hospital to get patched up.”

“You know you gotta meet the squad family early! I’m Luca, this is Chris, and that is Hondo.” The man explained. You tried to nod along, but the shock and the blood loss made you dizzy.

“Uhh, yeah yall need to get going. We can do introductions later.” Hondo said, taping his teammate's shoulders. You have him a smile, before waving at them. Deacon shut your door and jogged around to the other side. Once he was inside he sped off, quickly navigating the Friday night traffic. You occasionally zoned out, putting gaps in your memory. Deacon tried to keep a hand on you at all times to help ground you. He helped you check in, and stayed by your side as you got stitched up. He stepped out a couple of times to take phone calls. He profusely apologized every time, even with you explaining it was okay.

The nurse finished with your bandages and instructed you to keep your injuries clean and dry. He left, giving you and Deacon time alone before you had to head out. You sat in silence for a while, his hand in yours. You felt yourself zoning out again, and Deacon must have noticed too because he spoke quietly, drawing you back to the present.

“How are you feeling?” He rubbed the back of your hand, a concerned expression on his face.

“... I'm hurting, but I’m alive. This is what you experience every day?” You kept your eyes on the floor.

“I usually have a lot more warning, and protection, but yeah. It can be hard to digest and process emotions when things like this happen. Your wounds are large enough to raise some concern for infection too. Don't think you can't reach out… okay?”

“Thank you, Deacon. Know that I'll take you up on that.” Your worries dissolved, finally being safe and patched up.

“Are you ready to head out? I can just take you home.” Deacon suggested.

“And leave my car at the restaurant? I don't have a way to get it back to my apartment.”

“I'll pick you up to grab it tomorrow morning. Or I’m sure I can have Hondo drive it back for you if you're worried about it being at the restaurant that was just robbed.” He was happy to make any accommodation if it meant you wouldn't worry as much.

“That’s… really nice. I’d like that- you can just take me home though. My car should be fine.” You blushed, excited to extend the date longer. With a plan in place, Deacon led you to the lobby, and out of the clinic. He, once again, helped you into your seat before letting you direct him to your house. The ride was relatively quiet. The only thing on your mind was working up the courage to invite him in. You worried he would take it the wrong way, or think you were just expecting sex. Deacon pulled into your spot in the parking garage, slowly turning to you.

“This place is… sketchy.” He mumbled.

“Most apartments in the heart of LA are…” You smiled. Deacon watched as your smile faded, watching the gears turn in your brain. “...Would you want to come in? I mean- like, just to talk. I don’t want this date to end.” He smiled back, making you comfortable by adding, “If you don't have a bedtime tonight, that is.”

“I would like that,” He laughed before continuing. “Annie has the kids this weekend.” You smiled and reached for your door handle. He put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You couldn't help but laugh and gently shake your head as he ran around to help you out of the car.

You led him to your apartment, his hand never leaving your waist. You wouldn't have guessed his love language was touch, but it was comforting regardless. You tried to think about the state of your apartment, deciding it was probably fine. You unlocked your door, and let him inside.

Deacon took in your apartment, just as cozy as your office. He could tell you took pride in your space and enjoyed just being in it. The overhead lights were off, and lamps and soft warm light made the living room very inviting. He looked for more pictures on the walls, finding more from hikes and parties. You asked him if he wanted something to drink, and he quietly said he'd have whatever you were having. Deacon was focused on the walls of your home. He heard two beers clink against the coffee table. He soon after felt your arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“You do this with all your first dates?” He asked laying his hands on top of yours.

“This date wasn't a normal one, and you know that.” You laughed into his back. You retracted your hands and led him over to your couch, where your drinks were. He sat down and grabbed his beer, putting his arm over the back of the couch and urging you to sit by him.

You obliged, cuddling up close to him. A brief silence settled between the two of you until you thought back to how you met.

“Did you and Mathew talk more about his writing?” You ran your finger over the ridges in the bottle.

“I did. I think it brought us closer together. He decided to show Annie, too. I think it's helping us understand what he's going through and helps him know he can still rely on both of his parents.” He paused to gauge your reaction at the mention of Annie, but the reaction on your face was happiness—happiness for his son and his family. “It’s all thanks to you, you know…” He took a sip of his drink.

“Ah, it's my job, Deacon. Those kids are important to me, and they all need support from their school. It takes a village, or whatever the saying is.” You furrowed your eyebrows thinking about the countless visits kids have had with you, and how many students crashed your office during their lunch to discuss their feelings. The students who you let nap on your chairs, the lunch program you helped run, and so many more small moments that added up to big changes for students.

“Well, whatever you're doing it's working. Lila thinks you're great too. Over the past few weeks, they haven't stopped talking about you.” He mentioned.

“Thank you.” You felt uncertain about how the kids gushed about you up around Annie, so kept the response short. Deacon must have noticed because he grabbed your hand. You looked up at him and smiled.

“I’m glad you asked me out.” You said quietly.

“I’m glad you didn't think it was weird.” Deacon earned a laugh from you. “So, does that mean you'll go on a second one with me?” He asked.

“It does, but you gotta pick the restaurant this time.”

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