#scott just following all the pretty butterflies around

[redgearsmovin]

Idea: Movers museum date.

[thinkinonsense]

TALK, TALK₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

logan howlett x mutant!reader

cw: fluff, sweet logan

a/n: inspired by the charli xcx song<3 everything in spanish and french is from google translate so if it's incorrect, that why.

you were no stranger to crushes. they always showed up out of the blue; you couldn't help it. all it took was one glance, a smile, a bit of small talk, anything really. none of this changed when he entered your life.

maybe cupid had struck you in the ass at some point.

for weeks, everyone in the mansion knew where your feelings had floated. normally, you try not to develop any crushes on the people you see daily but this guy was different. even sort of dangerous; the thrill excited you.

"you don't understand, storm." you groan, helping her train downstairs. "there's just something about him. i can't explain it."

your dear friend laughs, swinging at the boxing bag again. "i'm not saying not to go after him... just be careful is all."

"well, there's nothing to worry about because he hasn't even talked to me." a small sigh escapes you.

"he hasn't talked to you?" she questions. you shake your head. "that's odd. i wonder why not?"

"well, he keeps to himself." you shrug, thinking of excuses besides the fact that he likely doesn't share the same feelings you do.

"hm... have you tried talking to him?"

"nooo." you giggle nervously. "absolutely not! you know how i get when i actually have to talk to people i have crushes on."

"i know." storm joins in on your laughter. "it's like someone set you on top of a stove; you just start melting."

"it all comes out like, 'blah, blah, blah'."

"you never know, maybe he speaks 'blah, blah, blah' too."

little did storm know that her words would linger around in your head every time you see him.

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obliviousness was not a trait logan had. he noticed everything; whether he liked it or not. in this case, he didn't mind noticing everything about you.

it started when he saw a shadow following him to the cafeteria, down the hall, and to the training room. he tried to be polite and ignore it; too afraid to scare you off entirely.

a couple days after your talk with storm, charles sent the older mutants out on a mission. this included storm, scott, logan, and yourself. upon the return, all of the older mutants gathered in the kitchen to unwind. you, storm, and kurt sat together at the table. the two of them bickered back and forth about something silly that happened during the mission.

it wasn't fair how good logan looked during the mission. the tight black spandex did wonders for his form. it felt like some high school crush. butterfly's always in your stomach when he looks at you.

on the other side of the room, logan sat in a wooden chair next to hank, with a cigar dangling from his lips. it must've felt like you were burning holes into the side of his head. even storm had to nudge you to look away from him, telling you to stop giving him 'heart eyes'.

"think someone's got a crush on you, pal." hank teases logan. "heard she's been waiting for you to talk to her."

you looked pretty, sitting at the table with a slight red stain on the inside of your lips, matching the flush of red on your cheeks when you notice him catching you staring. logan couldn't think of anything that compare to the ethereal sight before him.

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the glass of red wine on your hand was now empty, allowing you to excuse yourself from their conversation for a moment. at the counter, you pour yourself another glass; finishing off the bottle. when you turn to toss the bottle in the trash, you bump into someone.

"s-sorry." you squeal before realizing that it was logan that you bumped into.

"no need to apologize." he assures.

one of logan's big wide palms places itself on your waist, helping keep you upright. all of the wine flooded your mind, unable to form a proper sentence.

"dios mío, eres tan hermoso." you ramble drunkenly shooting stars from your eyes.

*oh my god, you're so gorgeous.

logan couldn't be more confused by your suddenly language switch but he found it awfully amusing. it wasn't a total surprise, he knew you were incredibly intelligent. charles always sang your praises. if you were even a little bit sober right now, you would be mortified.

"whatcha' thinking about, sweetheart?" he smirks, loving how flustered you became.

little did you know, the 200 year old mutant has definitely picked up on some different languages over his lifetime. to logan it didn't even matter whether or not he understood what you meant, he just wanted you to keep talking.

"je veux embrasser ton joli visage." your tongue runs over your bottom lip.

*wanna kiss your pretty face.

"hm... tell me more." logan purrs into your ear. completely forgetting about everyone else in the room.

"he estado enamorado de ti durante meses, ¿sabes?"

*i've had a crush on you for months, you know?

"je pense à toi tous les jours." you step closer, drunk with confidence. "pendant les entraînements, en mission, seule au lit... tout le temps."

*i think about you everyday. during training, on missions, alone in bed... all the time.

"such a smart girl, aren't 'cha, honey?" he groans softly at your words.

it took everything in logan not to kiss you right here, right now. he wanted you to remember the first time he kissed you.

"je veux être ta copine, logan." you whisper in his ear.

*wanna be your girl, logan.

"¿puedes guardar mi secreto?"

*can you keep my secret?

he never wanted you to stop talking; loving every word that falls from your foreign lips.

it wasn't long until storm, pulls you away hoping she caught you before you said anything you would regret. logan didn't mind, too excited to see you in the morning.

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when you woke up, your head was pounding. nothing worse than a wine hangover. you couldn't remember anything after jean poured you a third glass of wine. you took two aspirins and laid in bed for an extra hour before you finally made it downstairs for breakfast.

logan smelled your lavender scented shampoo the second you stepped out of your room. he had been downstairs waiting for you. everyone had already started their day, off either teaching or training. not him though, he had different plans for his day.

"morning." logan said to you as you walked into the kitchen. your heart fluttered, he could hear it.

"good morning." you reply meekly as you grab a plate and some utensils.

he sips on his plain black coffee while you place two waffles and some fruit onto your plate. theres a small stack of books next to logan on the table but you don't give it a second glance.

"wanna sit?" he asks you.

this was a completely different side of logan compared to the usually grumpy version of him that everyone sees.

"sure."

"did you have fun last night?"

he needed to test the waters on what you remember. by the late arrival to breakfast, logan's guess was not much.

"would you believe me if i said that i can't remember much?" you giggle nervously as you bite into a strawberry. "i was probably being boring in some corner."

you couldn't have been more wrong, logan thinks to himself. the two of you have some small talk for a while, enjoying each others company. this wasn't helping your crush from spreading.

once you cleared your plate and logan finished his coffee, both of you get up to place your dishes into the sink when you noticed the books in logan's hands. one spine read 'beginners guide to french' and the other read 'spanish for dummies'.

in a flash, everything came hurtling back at you full speed. this wasn't yours and logan's first conversation alone together.

"¿Qué pasa cariño?" logan asks, voice filled with desire as he cages you against the sink. his lips ghosted over your own; tempting you beyond your strengths. "je pensais que tu voulais que je te parle ?"

*what's wrong, sweetheart?

*i thought you wanted me to talk to you?

"et merde." you whisper before pulling on the collar of his flannel, smashing his lips into yours.

*fuck it.

the sheer taste of the other drove both of you insane. the mix of logan's coffee and tobacco contrasting with your sweet syrup and fruity taste was intoxicating. you pull back, needing to catch your breath. logan's lips moved south, sucking a dark purple bruise on your pulse point.

"better than i imaged." logan groans, obsessed with your every being.

"imagine si tu m'avais parlé plus tôt ?" you wink down at him.

*imagine if you had talked to me sooner?

logan chuckles, bending to pick you up. "love that mouth of yours, sweetheart. lets see what other languages it speaks."

[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon

"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

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Hero, Villain God 29

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*Pearl's pov*

Mumbo is pretty nice to talk to, you aren't an expert in machines but you do know a lot about a lot of subjects and he is really passionate about his work and interests. Him being secretly a villain hardly bothers you considering you are too and so are Scott and Cleo but it is something you keep in mind when he talks about his projects, he describes them as very simple useless machines but you know they aren't.

The thing that interests you the most though is how close he is to Grian, you don't think either of them know how attached they are... You doubt Grian understands humanity enough and to be honest no offense but Mumbo seems pretty oblivious when it comes to more emotional stuff... You can't exactly blame either of them for being dense but it makes for a very fun dynamic.

Mumbo does eventually leaves and you and Grian are back to looking at eachother in silence...well, until Grian speaks. He definitely did not get his title if god of chaos by being quiet.

"Soooo, you said we needed to find a place with no one listening in."

Right, he still owes you an explanation for what happened. He promised it. You are also prepared for him to not tell you everything like last time. And what can you do about that? Look into his mind? No way, even if he wasn't one of the most powerful gods in existance you still wouldn't touch that mess with a ten meter pole.

"I did, want to tell me everything this time aroun?"

"Your place again?"

You think about that, summoning him to the plane of wisdom could make it easier to coax details from him...on the other hand you can't miss the opportunity to learn more about his plane. A plane nobody except him has been in in millions of years.

"Hmmm... It might be better to go to yours instead"

"Are you ...sure?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't mate"

He is silent for a few seconds.

"... Alright! Follow me!"

You do, the moment you are out of sight from anyone he grabs you and the two of you are gone.

You expected something like this, as you open your eyes you are standing on a cube floating in space. Around you are floating steps and pillars and cubes and objects from various eras. You see Grian sitting sideways on a five legged chair as a blue flamingo with an elphant trunk pours him a glowing liquid you are pretty sure is lava. You parkour through the floating steps to reach him... He's being extra on purpose.

*Grian's pov*

You thought Pearl would be horrified but she just seems annoyed at the clutter...or at you... probably both.

"What are you thinking of? Want some lava? I even got some spiders in the back?"

"You know, you could really use a cleaning lady...also, no. I'm good."

"Nah, I have no clue what you are talking about, the most organized I have ever seen it."

You say that as you shoo away a storm of blood drinking dog-sized butterflies from going after the flamingophant. You of course use your time vortex frisbee to do so, you aren't an animal after all.

". . .Are you sure mate?"

"Yep"

"If you say so, you have enough random stuff here to create a black hole"

"That actually did happen once, real big mess, I'll tell you about that one day."

"Right, talking about telling me things... Getting that explanation would be appreciated mate"

"Oh yeah, didn't want to sit and do a speech."

"And you decided this was the best plan?"

"Yep"

"... Ok then, second question. Grumbot? I have seen him in Mumbo's memory but he doesn't know everything, does he? Of how he's involved."

"Oh yeah. Grumbot was powered by my energy so he's my child...and a god."

"And you didn't tell me last time, why?"

"I forgot."

". . . Ok then... Well do you have anything else to say?"

You do have something else actually!

"Yeah, what happened to you earlier?"

"Do you mean when I was reading Mumbo's mind?"

"Yes, that"

She just sighs.

"... That was Scarlet Pearl creeping in, it happens sometimes."

Ohh yeah, the corruption. That would have been bad with Mumbo there...You notice that her eye has started glowing red again.

"We have to go back now Grian"

"Already?""

Do you have anything else to say you haven't told me?"

...

"No?"

"Then It's best, I have something I have to do."

And like that you are put, how rude.

As Pearl leaves to do whatever she is going to do you check off this meeting from your mental checklist. Looking at it...well, imagining it, next thing on the list is... Dealing with the fallout of the whole situation... Especially with Scar's feelings.

Yikes, you really wanted to avoid that for just a bit longer... Hopefully he won't be too upset with what happened.

You know he's probably going to be.

[moths-in-hats]

It goes like this...

A brief history of Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and loving what you can't have.

Language: English | Words: 691 | Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationship: Allison Argent/Lydia Martin

Characters: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent

Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, please read that tag, this is unrequited allydia, Lesbian Lydia Martin, Straight Allison Argent, Character Study, Lydia Martin-centric, Background Relationships, Season 1

Read on Ao3 or under the Read More

It goes like this:

Lydia knows the best way to be liked is not to be known. She knows how to use her beauty to her advantage. She knows how to manipulate people while seeming so stupid you wouldn’t expect her to know what manipulation meant. She picks the best lacrosse player in her grade and dates him and doesn’t think about the fact she felt more butterflies when Tracy Stewart kissed her scraped knee better in elementary school than she has for the entirety of their relationship. She brushes off advances from at least half the boys at Beacon Hill High School and she does it in a way that never once makes them stop loving her. She does her makeup and curls her hair and makes sure everyone knows who Lydia Martin is without ever knowing who Lydia Martin is.

She’s popular so she doesn’t have to be vulnerable.

It goes like this:

The new girl is pretty and pretty people stick together. Lydia sees her as an asset, a person to be collected to fulfill a role in her life. After all, a girl best friend is as essential as a boyfriend and Lydia has been sorely lacking in that department for a while now. Allison Argent will make an excellent addition to Lydia’s image. Lydia thinks she might even like her, which is more than can be said of Jackson on most occasions.

It goes like this:

The new girl isn’t just pretty, she’s kind and intelligent and dating the current biggest threat to Lydia’s social status, one Scott McCall. Still, let it never be said that Lydia Martin doesn’t know how to adapt. She’s always been good at math even if she hasn’t always shown it and now she’s running the numbers.

Nobody likes a loser.

If she gets in good with Scott, does that elevate her standing? At what point does Jackson become dead weight? And does she really have to hang around with Stiles Stilinski now?

It goes like this:

The new girl isn’t just pretty, she’s lowering Lydia’s defenses. They hang out and Lydia doesn’t feel like she has to put up a mask around her. They hang out and Lydia doesn’t know if she can put up a mask around her. They hang out and Lydia thinks she could learn to love who she is without the mask, if only because Allison seems to love her so much.

It goes like this:

Lydia doesn’t remember when she fell in love with Allison. She thinks maybe that’s because she’s still falling. She’s falling every time Allison asks to borrow her skirt, or laughs like an angel, or grins at Lydia like she’s the only person in the world. She’s falling every time Allison tucks her hair behind her ears, or ropes Lydia into helping, or smiles when she doesn’t think anyone is watching. She’s falling, falling, falling.

It’s the worst thing that could have happened to her. It’s tearing at her seams, it’s threatening her whole regime, it’s killing her.

It’s the best thing she’s ever felt.

It goes like this:

Lydia and Jackson break up but they can’t go far because Jackson is involved in this now. Lydia is involved too. Her world is crumbling around her. Prom seems insignificant in the face of Peter Hale. Everything is falling apart but when Allison looks her in the eyes Lydia can’t think of a single thing she would have done differently.

I’d follow you into the mouth of hell.

It goes like this:

Lydia leans into the pain. She takes part in every aspect of Allison’s life that Allison will let her. She trains herself to stop looking away when Allison and Scott kiss. She lets lingering touches linger. She’s never thought of herself as a masochist before but there’s something so delightfully destructive in the pain, something so potent in letting herself get close but never close enough.

You’d never ask me.

It’s the oldest story in the world. Have you heard it before? It goes like this:

Lydia is in love with her best friend. And her best friend is straight.

[ashbrat488]

Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU - One Shot

"Kenzie! Are you ready?"

Brook's voice cuts through my thoughts as I sit staring at myself in the mirror. I turn to my closest friend and assistant with a sigh. "I hope so." I stand up to follow her out of the room as I smoothed her hand over my blonde ponytail. My stomach filled with butterflies as we walked down the long tunnel toward the field. I had graduated top of my class with a Sports Management Degree and yet they had me running their team's social media accounts. It wasn't what I was wanting to do, but I now worked for a Major League baseball team which is more than I could have hoped for right out of college.

I knew very well that my father being the head coach was the reason I had the job, to begin with. I was used to being under-appreciated and undervalued. People saw my blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty face and automatically write me off as shallow and unintelligent. I scoff, shaking my head as I listen to myself complain about being too attractive. Pretty privilege is a real thing that I knew well, but just like everyone else, I had my own trouble based on how I am perceived by other people, men especially.

I stop at the end of the tunnel, the light and noise from the stadium filling my senses as my heart beats erratically in my chest. "Do I look okay?"

Brook chuckles, handing me my phone as she rests her hand reassuringly on my arm. "You always do, babe. Just breathe. This is easy shit. I have a few of the guys lined up to chat with you with Calahan last since it's his first MLB game."

"Right... I can't believe my dad is starting him on his first game."

"Have you seen him pitch?!"

I roll my eyes as Brook grins, her brown eyes more amber in the sunlight. "Of course I have. I am good at my job, Brook." Calahan Skogman was just fresh out of college as well and had been tried to be recruited by more than a few Major League teams. We were lucky he wanted to play for his hometown team here in Milwaukee though.

She laughs, nudging my shoulder as she leans toward me. "And have you seen how hot he is?"

"Fuck off, Brook." I hear her laugh more as I chuckle and we step out onto the field as the team practices. Brook fetches a few of the men, one at a time as she helps me to film small interviews with them for the team's social media accounts. I turn as a shadow approaches me and I see Calahan stalking toward me. At 6 foot 4, he was the tallest member on the team, and even in my heels, he towered over me as I barely reached his shoulders. His shaggy hair which could only be described as hazel was peeking out the sides of his hat. The normally dirty blond hair appeared brown sometimes and almost red in the sunlight as did the fuzz of his five o'clock shadow. His blue-green eyes also hid under the shadow of the bill of his hat but I could see them roam over my body as he approached; from my blue heels to my skinny jeans and custom jersey with my last name and my lucky number 13.

He finally reaches me, standing beside me as he plasters on a fake smile. He has never managed to warm up to me, just like the rest of the team since I graduated and my father insisted I accept a job within the club. "Hello, McKenzie..."

"Calahan Skogman! It's so great to have you on the team this year. And this is your first ever MLB game and you're pitching. Are you feeling the nerves a little bit?"

"Um..." He shuffles slightly as nervous energy radiates off him. "Sure, I am a bit. I'm always a little bit nervous before a game, no matter where it is. I just try to drown out the noise and focus on the mission at hand and try to remember that Scott wouldn't have placed me here in starting position if he didn't believe in me."

"That's so great, Calahan. Well, we all believe in you and we're all happy to have you here." I watch him nod, giving a small smile to me and the camera before we hear someone yelling behind him.

"Head's up!"

I turn around just in time to find Calahan's large right hand in front of my face encased around a ball that had almost hit me. He turned to me, his eyes as wide as mine as my heart beats painfully in my chest. He brings his left hand up to my arm as his face softens slightly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" I look down at his right hand as he moves the ball to his left hand, and he opens and closes it a few times, obviously in a bit of pain. He only nods, not really looking at me as some of the other guys call him away.

***

"Girl, that vid of Calahan saving your life is blowing up all over social media. That mixed with the win today, the Brewers are the talk of all the sports networks."

"Good, then I'm doing my job. And he didn't save my life. Let's not be dramatic..." I follow her into the bar, both of us in short dresses and heels as we are immediately spotted by some frat bros at the bar when we approach.

"Can I buy you a drink, darling?"

"No thanks." I don't bother looking at the man the voice belongs to as I scan the bar to find some of the team members in the back, nursing some beers and yelling, and having a good time. My eyes catch briefly on those blue-green eyes once again hidden under the bill of his hat before Brook nudges my attention back to her and she hands me a shot glass.

"What's the point of being hot and having guys want to buy you drinks if you never accept?"

I roll my eyes, my mouth and throat burning from the alcohol before setting the shot glass back onto the bar. "Because they never do it just to do it. They buy you a drink because they're expecting something. Whether it just be attention, or something more."

"You're so negative, Kenzie. You expect all guys to be dicks, that everyone is out to get you."

I shrug, turning around as I feel someone's presence behind me. A tall, obviously drunk, college guy saunters up to me. "Hello, beautiful..." His eyes roam down my body greedily, falling on my breasts before finally dragging them to my face.

"No."

"I haven't even asked anything yet..." He smirks, leaning one arm on the bar, moving closer to me as I back up slightly into Brook.

"Doesn't matter, the answer is no." I turn away from him as I feel him grip my arm hard, pulling be back around to face him, my chest pressed against his. "Just fuck off."

"Dude, leave us alone..." Brook tries to break the guy's grip as he sneers at the both of us.

"Why you being such a fucking bitch? You come in here as a fucking tease in your short dress and then you blow me off without even a smile."

"I don't have to give you a smile or anything else." I bring the heel of my shoe down hard on his toes, making him grunt as he only grips my arm tighter, causing me to wince.

The guy is thrown back as another shadow looms over me, and Calahan places himself between the drunk guy and Brook and myself. "She told you to leave her alone. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Fuck off dude, this doesn't concern you." The guy pushes Calahan back hard enough to knock the cap off his head before Calahan brings his fist up to crush against the guy's face.

I groan, grabbing his hand and pulling him back as the guy falls to the ground and his friends surround him. "Cal!" I drag him back to face me as the other team members approach us. "Get the fuck out of here before you lose your baseball career before it even starts." I push him back as he shakes his head and the guys drag him out of the bar. "Fucking cavemen, I swear to god."

Brook laughs, handing me Calahan's hat that fell to the ground in the middle of the scuffle. "He left his hat. We should get out of here too, Kenzie."

***

I stand with the hat in my hand as I wait for the door to open. Finally, an obviously annoyed Calahan opens the door wearing only boxers. His hair hangs in his face as he runs his hand down his bare chest to his tight abdomen, his hand sliding over the ridges of his muscles as he clears his throat. "I um... I brought you your hat," I stutter out as I drag my eyes up to his, handing him his hat. "You dropped it at the bar."

"Thank you. I love that hat, I was worried I lost it forever." He offers me a small smile before tossing the hat out of my view and I give him a small nod, turning to leave. "That's it? Don't I get a thank you?"

"For what?" I scoff, turning back to him quickly, stepping toward him as he stands up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. "For being a fucking buffoon and almost ruining your career over a stupid drunk college boy?"

"How about saving your life? And then for saving you at the bar."

"I could have handled myself just fine without your interference."

"Oh yeah, it looked like it..." He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in obvious disgust. "Just another spoiled princess just like I thought you would be."

"You don't know anything about me!" I spit, pushing him back hard, both palms flat on his chest as he chuckles, barely moving as I turn away from him once more. This time I feel a large hand grip the back of my neck, forcing me back toward him, pleasure surging down my spine as I feel him crush his mouth hard against mine. I try to push against him but instead succumb to his force as I feel his tongue penetrate my mouth, seeking out mine. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as he pulls me into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind us. With his hand still on the back of my neck, his other hand goes to the back of my thigh, pulling me up to him as my legs wrap around him and my shoes fall onto the ground. "What are you doing?" I manage to mutter when he pulls his mouth away to nip at my neck, carrying me further into the apartment and plopping me onto his bed.

"You got me kicked out before I could find a girl to bring home, so you'll just have to do..."

"I'll have to do?! That's not a proper proposition or seduction," I scoff, standing up as he smirks down at me, amused.

"You've made it all the way into my bedroom and you seemed to like it when I was kissing you..." He brings his hand up to gently cradle my chin as he slowly rolls his tongue over his lips. "We both know there's some sort of chemistry here between us. It doesn't have to go beyond sex. In fact, I prefer it that way. I can't much stand you otherwise."

"Funny..." I quickly consider the proposition as he cocks a brow, dropping his boxers to the ground and my eyes fall down to where his cock already stands heavy between his legs. "Fuck..." I can't contain the obvious staring as he brings his hands up to my shoulders, pulling the straps of my dress down to fall onto the floor.

"That's the plan... now stop talking..." He demands, gripping my throat as he dips down to kiss me hard once more as he pushes me back onto the bed with him on top. He keeps his mouth sealed over mine as I feel him pull off my panties, which were soaking already, a low fire burning deep inside my core.

I don't say anything as he reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand, leaning back on his knees. His eyes lock intensely on mine as he rips open the foil to roll the condom onto his cock. He leans over me once more to press his mouth to mine as I feel his large hands come up to palm my breasts, moaning as I push up into his touch. He pinches the nipples, pulling on them and causing me to whimper as it sends jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. It clenches in anticipation as he releases my nipples, pulling back. I gasp as he grabs my waist, turning me away from him as he pulls my hips up to his.

He pushes into me hard as I gasp, the stretching almost painful as he doesn't stop, pulling out and pushing back in with a loud grunt. "Don't expect me to go slow or easy on you," he growls out as I whimper a response and he grips my hips, my knees barely grazing the bed as he pumps into me hard and fast just as he promised.

He runs a hand up my spine between my shoulder blades as he pushes me into the bed. Though I had never had someone so rough with me during sex, there was a certain sort of primal surge now buzzing through me as he used me. Pleasure coursed through me with every thrust, causing me to become louder and louder as he groaned.

Calahan leans forward to wrap his hand around my throat to pull me up on my knees, never losing rhythm as he pulls my back up against his chest. "You feel better than I thought you would, princess..."

I can't help but growl slightly at the endearment that sounds like an insult as he brings a hand up to my mouth. I clamp my teeth down on his hand as he hisses, his other hand gripping my throat harder until I let go. "Don't... call me princess," I barely spit out before I pain surges in my shoulder as he sinks his teeth into my skin, pain dissipating into pleasure. My head falls back against his shoulder as he moves his free hand down between my legs. "Cal..." I whimper as I hear him growl, dragging his tongue up the length of my neck to my ear, pulling my lobe into his mouth as the low burning fire explodes inside me. The grip of his hand on my throat tightens as the orgasm rocks through me, prolonging it as I faintly hear him panting and grunting behind me. He finally releases me and I collapse onto the bed, face down with a grunt.

"Don't call me Cal. It's Calahan or nothing," he barks as he crosses the room and slams the door to the bathroom. I roll my eyes, rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling as my heart races. The sex was better than I would ever care to admit, even if now I was beginning to feel the bite on my shoulder. I groan, sitting up to stare at the bathroom door as I hear water running, regretting coming here. I knew it was a mistake to sleep with one of the players and that I would never be taken seriously if it got out that I had. I stand up, stumbling slightly as I quickly pull on my panties and dress and grab my shoes, leaving the apartment before he comes out of the bathroom...

Potential for a full story 👀

[manonamora-if-reviews]

Hawkstone by Handsome McStranger

============= Links

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============= Synopsis

Hawkstone: A retro TRS-80 adventure with extras for modern day adventurers. Combining old school text adventures with RPG elements, opening up a deeper world of discovery options and choices for the player. Hawkstone has traditional puzzles to solve with new twists, comedy, and an underlying fantasy story with secrets to discover.

============= Other Info

Hawkstone was made in a custom engine, submitted to the 2023 Edition of the IFComp. It is only available on Windows, working best with Win8 or Win10.

Status: Completed Genre: Adventure

CW: -/ your retro adventure content

============= Playthrough

Played: 9-Oct-2023 Playtime: about 2h (with loading up the game, half abandoned) Rating: - [IFComp vote] Thoughts: Run around in circles... literally.

============= Review

Hawkstone is a retro-type parser adventure, using old-school RPG elements to drive the puzzles, and a Scott Adam-style of gameplay (not all locations are listed in the directions and puzzles can be obtuse). The game includes a walkthrough listing the required commands and order of actions*, and a built-in help system (pay in-game currency to get it). *I messed up wanting to go my own way and skipped some steps

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

To say this was not the kind of game I am good at is an understatement. It combines a confusing worldmap (with weird locations) and difficult to almost impossible puzzles (hit the wrong butterfly and meet an early end). I did try to give it my best shot, but after finding myself stuck, I exclusively followed the walkthrough - save for not wanting to drop loot (but that's me playing RPG).

So Hawkstone is essentially an RPG exploration game. You get items, break some stuff, give stuff to people, maybe sell some items maybe buy some, attack harmless butterfly, and go round and round you go around the map. Do some actions and maybe level up and your skills, or get a random dice roll for extra stats. If you finish enough puzzles, you get to the end (I didn't).

There's not much direction given to you (aside from the start text telling you in case of stuck, look at stuff) and you have to rely on guess work (or just be like me and follow the walkthrough) and thinking of silly ways to solve things. The combat system is pretty fun (though it would be nice if there had been more opportunities to use it), and the game as a swanky stat/inventory system. There is quite a bit of humour in the text, especially in the reaction of actions, and if you manage to run the game without any glitches, it's pretty cool looking too!

But darn, you need to be a level 9999 experienced parser to do this adventure on your own... even a sword is not enough.

[lightcreators]

There was no surprises about it. Otherwise, people would know about how, yes, it was possible to get werewolves pet considering emergence of pack was something pretty simple to do … and he would have know witches physically existed somewhere ! For the current moment, he didn't wanted blaming himself too much his human nature. His complete, boring, insignificant and powerless human nature … assuming some of his desires to eventually learning magic was just … basically out of his reach … unless maybe he needed to exploring some part of himself or he didn't knew what for feeling reassured on the matter. Or he could speak about that golden butterfly in his dreams … If he allowing himself to. ❝ Otherwise, I would have know tangible existence of witches sooner. ❞ It had always been a certainty that he had carried within him, but to which he had waited for a real physical confirmation, a proof that his impression was correct. He knew witches existed --- it had to be. It had with what he had been perceiving beyond the veil of an Nogitsune --- He simply had until now no proofs. Well, if Scott had expressed all his decomposed face concerning his devotation for Star Wars, he wasn't ready to educating himself as an wizard. Compared to the model he had with Luke Skywalker, well, as an wizard, he wanted to be powerful … but scary mostly. Really becoming the little boy not to fuck around, meanwhile remaining himself, it was sure if wasn't too much to ask of existence, right ? An silly whim really ! ❝ My pack is all sweet, you will see how much they are adorable, especially my best friend~ ❞ He could expressing that information already, since his comments might turn harsh when it was concerning other concerned werewolves … and when it would have to explain the rest.

Playfulness inscreased. ❝ Oh, I do confirm it's that way things happens. ❞ He smiled. ❝ You'll quickly notice that I obviously like getting into trouble just because I'm attracted to shiny things … and oh, too much energy to spare. Some days I can't calm down. It will be an long and amusing eventful story to tell ! ❞

There was awareness about how he had insisted upon the word witch, there had been a desire to put an certain meaning over it. Something he preferred not explaining. Still, the predictable sound of disappointement escaped his lips, when she explained she gain her powers by her dad. As far he knew, none of his parents were connected to whatever witch. Nah, he simply had an single golden butterfly in his mind, just that, nothing else. He shrugged. ❝ Same word for same thing. ❞ He noted as he didn't cared much about the gender attached to the meaning he was thinking of concerning that word witch. ❝ Ah. Too bad for me who wanted to believe I can grab some powers around … ❞ He almost mocked towards his own silly dream, as he swallowed an passing sadness of another thing out of his reach apparently. It what that bad of him to want experiencing familiarity he was sensing ? Concerning Hecate, at least, he managed to gain once more an bright smile. ❝ I think she exists. I'm certain she is. It's one hundred percent certain that she is. Not that I know her personally or have met her as myself personally, but it's like a long-standing feeling that she's some sort of old friend who's there and watching. A good friend of mirrors. ❞ It was expressed with vagueness because it was part of aftereffects of his possession somewhere. As some cracks within reality, beyond the ones he wasn't aware of within himself, had exploded … and his own reflection could serve as an weapon, and it was right to do it. ❝ If I met her one day, I'm sure we will have plently of things to talk about … but I won't risk an invocation attempt for nothing in the world. I bring too much bad luck. ❞ He will confessing One Context far later inside the conversation or within current situation he was in. ❝ Too dangerous. ❞

Another silence following her explanations. It was good informations to know. ❝ Alright. ❞ Within his silence, he was processing there was actually an head witches and warlocks in New York. It all promised to be cool ! ❝ Is the one you're looking for the kind of civil servant who enjoys meetings? That might help find him. If he likes discretion, we will have to really search every corner of the city, but if he likes group meetings, there must be tea rooms where he can make conversation. ❞ Humour remained attached to his sentences, meanwhile remaining serious within his intention to help her. ❝ It's understandable. Knowing that kind of stuff with the family is sort of first step, to be officially recognized gives greatness. Any witch seeks to have this kind of recognition. ❞ He didn't even questioning why he was so sure, him who was just an simple human that will not say no to be a witch ! At the comment over his somehow pop culture reference, his expression received another blow of disappointement somewhere, only somewhere. ❝ Ah, was pretty sure it was true. ❞ Though, how she pondered the possibility making him smile further. ❝ Assumption witches staying inside their little universe was pretty right so far, so maybe it's is possible, and it's is existing, and there was just gates to find. I'll be an adventurer anyways. Of course, you can count of me. I might just be an human who actually dream to be able to becoming a witch, my little experience of the field of supernatural will serve me. ❞ He mused amusingly. ❝ On the other hand, I can't guarantee you that we will find him quickly … or that I will succeed in educating myself as a wizard while I become your human coach for control your magic ! ❞

"Most people don't, we keep to ourselves I guess." She says with a smile. "Oh, really? That I'd like to see." She replies when he mentions that the werewolves are more like puppies and not how pop culture represents them.

"Apparently." She replies with a mischievous smile when he mentions the supernatural knocking at his door and never leaving. "I've got to hear that story." She says when he mentions that he searched for it.

"A witch?" She chuckles. "Or more likely a wizard? I'm not sure if that's how it works, dude. I got my powers from my dad." Her mother had been perfectly human. But one wizard/witch parent is enough. So Liz had gotten her abilities from her father. And she loves him dearly, despite knowing now about how he had needed to flee from the other wizards and witches. Everyone makes mistakes, after all.

"Is she real too?" Liz chuckles again. She's never met a goddess before, but she wouldn't mind. Her own spiritual beliefs tend more to the agnostic side. She's not saying that the spiritual realm doesn't exist, but she's not claiming to know what does either. In her view, that makes sense.

"Well, there usually is but my father had to leave all that behind. All he knew was that the head witches and warlocks are in New York." She replies, shrugging. She'll always defend her father. He is her family after all. But him having to leave and not having up to date information or more than a general location is making her search difficult. "He taught me everything he knew about magic and now he wants me to learn more from them."

Liz chuckles again at the 'Ministry of Magic'. "What do you think this is, Harry Potter? Hate to break it to you, dude, but I've never heard of such a thing." She pauses, not wanting to entirely burst his bubble. "But of course, my father had to leave quickly, so maybe there is something like that now but he didn't know about it." She shrugs. "So...you'll help me?" Liz wouldn't mind some help. Searching for the head witches and warlocks is getting lonely. And it would help to have an extra pair of eyes looking for them. Even if he is entirely human. Still, he's familiar with the supernatural, and that's more than most humans can say.

[gardenergulfie]

What Empires SMP Member’s canonical chats would be if Empires was a streamed series

Starting off with a few of the easier/more canonical ones

Scott: Owls for sure. He can already understand them and uses them for messages so they fit perfectly! The subs get cool little talon-bands with golden engravings of snowflakes and antlers, to fit the theme. 

Lizzie: She gets Axolotls! They float along in some swirling water that Lizzie controls cause Ocean Deity. The subs get helmets and some loose armor to reprisent being her knights

Jimmy: Cod chat! Like Lizzie they swim alongside him in water, but unlike Lizzie he doesnt control it and when there’s no natural water they just sit in a bucket. The subs get detailed scale patterns like koi.

Katherine: I’m torn between living flowers that can whisper and speak because Katherine uses us to spy (has used comments to know what’s happening in the server) and placed giant flower watchers in other kingdoms OR having chat be little fairies but like Legend Of Zelda Navi style. Just a glowing orb with wings. But also we could be cats too! Many possibilities here. I think the fairies would be the most canon. Subs would have more detailed wings like butterflies or dragonflies.

Sausage: Ok so i know he calls his viewer spies ravens but consider, blood lambs. We can be little carnivorous sheepies that he sometimes picks up and carries around. Subs have larger and more curled horns.

Pearl: DUCKLINGS! Little ducklings following our queen duck! Fluffy and smol and perfect for being picked up. Subs would be bigger/more grown up ducks with more feathers being grown the longer you sub for.

Gem: Little dragons! But not like real dragons like the egg little dragons made of purple fire! Manifestations of her magic! Subs would have other colors like magenta and blue and be longer/brighter

fWhip: I think they’d be little robots that he made! They’re covered in soot cause his forge is so messy and they’re made of copper and powered by deepslate redstone. Most of them would only be the size of your hand but subs would probably be bigger or have fancier upgrades, like wings or lights or grabby hands

Pix: Little lost souls that haven’t moved on yet. Think the soulsand particles. Probably firey like Gem’s but more transparent. Other people can’t see them only Pix can! The subs have more visible features and are more opaque

Joel: GLARES! Little mossy boyos! Oh! Or redsand dust bunnies! Either way Joel is just covered in them. Very clingy. Subs would either have different colored flowers for the glares or have specks of colored concrete powder in their dusty bodies for the bunnies

Shrub: As with Katherine i am stuck between 3 good ideas: kinda spectral wolves who are the guardians of the forest and the subs get to have cool star and leaf designs in their fur, woodpeckers and the subs get to be different species like pileated or downy, or little mushrooms with legs and hands aka those mushroom guardians she has but so much smaller and the subs get different colored tops. All of them are good just pick your fav

Joey: Was stuck here for a bit before i realized, ocelots. Just a bunch of lazy cats that like to lounge around him. He sometimes dramatically has one around his neck like a scarf. The subs get pretty collars in the Lost Empire’s colors.

Bonus Xornoth: If he was a streamer and a different person then Scott his chat would be little corruption sprouts that twist around his arms and horns. The subs have flowers and thorns as opposed to being just vines

[chocolatemilk-77]

Hello, how are you? Can I ask what would shinobu do with a darling that's like her and relies on poison because they are too weak and can't slice a demons head off and can only rely on stabbing techniques so also a darling that learns her breathing as well as trying to adapt their own breathing form, what if they are stressed out because other demon slayers bully them whenever they aren't in the butterfly estate (maybe even include aoi and kanao as they also are taken by darling and have noticed that they are stressed so they go tell shinobu and they uh 'take care of it') I hope this is okay!

YESS MY FIRST ASK! I’m doing very well today, and I hope you’re good as well!

mentions of public humiliation, gore, broken bones, and tampering with medicine (none of this is aimed at darling, and doesn’t go into too much detail)

Honestly, I believe that the moment Shinobu learns that Darling is trying out techniques like hers, she takes them under her wing. Even if they don’t want the help, she aids them in subtle ways; pointing out how important certain ingredients are, correcting their stance so they can move their arms with more ease, all the sort.

Honestly, there’s a sense of pride in her whenever Darling uses any techniques she influenced, whether they know it or not. It’s also a way of telling other demon slayers that Darling is hers and that they shouldn’t mess with them.

Anyone who even thinks of bullying Darling is a straight up dumbass, because everyone should know that they’re under the care of Shinobu. Everyone should know just how protective the Insect Hashira is of her Darling. The other Hashiras know, the crows know, every demon slayer and their mother knows.

At first, when she finds out that Darling is working even harder to improve their fighting skills, she’s proud and offers to show them even more tips. She wants them to know that they can come by the Butterfly Estate any time! Besides, she and the other girls miss them whenever they’re away for so long!

However, the moment she notices just how stressed Darling is, she asks for names. She promises not to do anything too rash, she just wants to have a quick chit chat with the pests who don’t seem to know their place!

Even if Darling refuses to give away any information on their bullies, Shinobu will find out. After all, if they won’t talk, Aoi and Kanao certainly will.

Most of the time, Shinobu has one or both of them following Darling around, keeping tabs on them and making sure they’re safe.

If Aoi finds anyone badmouthing Darling, she’ll give them a piece of her mind. She calls them out right then and there, berating them in front of all their friends and letting everyone around them hear, overall just humiliating them, probably gives them a good smack to the face for good measure.

Kanao, on the other hand, says nothing. Instead, she just silently walks past them. She doesn’t make eye contact, she doesn’t tell them anything, she doesn’t even appear hostile in the slightest. Yet they can feel the anger radiating off of her. She knows, and they know she knows, and they know this isn’t gonna end pretty.

They’d both go to Shinobu right after and tell her who’s behind all of Darling’s suffering. She’ll thank them, and immediately get to planning.

Would she kill them? No, I don’t think so. However, she can’t just let them walk away scott free.

One day, she decides that she’ll be kind enough to join the group of demon slayers on their latest mission, and of course they say yes. Why would they turn down going on a mission with a Hashira?

Well, once they get to their destination, she’ll accidentally lure a few strong demons to the area, and while she’s busy taking care of the other demons, the other demon slayers are getting overwhelmed.

She lets them get roughed up a little bit- a gash here, a bite there, maybe letting them losing a hand or two, just waiting ‘till they’re at the brink of death- before she decides to be merciful and finishes off the demon tormenting them.

With a smile, she has the Kakushi carry them back to the Butterfly Estate and says that she’ll take good care of them.

Spoiler alert: she and the other girls make their lives a living hell.

They cover up their more aggressive acts as either “little accidents” or “necessary to the healing process”.

Kanao’s like, “What’s that? Your shoulder is dislocated? Here, I’ll fix it- oh. I accidentally squeezed your arm too tightly and broke a bone. My bad.”

And then Aoi’s like, “What do you mean the medicine made you feel worse? It’s not like we tampered with it or anything! I bet you’re just trying to get out of drinking your medicine! Drink it all!”

Remember those tests Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu had to do with the girls when they were recovering? The demon slayers here have to do all that, too, except they have to go against Shinobu. And when they lose, she’s constantly teasing and degrading them about how weak they are, and as she does that, they notice how familiar her harsh words are, as they’re the same words they used when insulting Darling.

When the girls decide that they’ve learned their lesson, they eventually let them go. Now, every time Darling so much as looks in their general direction, they apologize for getting in their way and scurry off, leaving Darling confused, yet kind of relieved.

I’m sorry, this was longer than I was expecting, I was just super excited and I actually really love this idea—

[hyunjilicious]

the set up [chris evans]

A/n: this is the reworked version of an older fic that I wrote!!! I loved the vibe so I didn’t want to allow it to get lost in the void!!

Summary: Some mutual friends decide you and Chris would make a cute couple and decide to set you two up!! (SMUT) 6.4k

Warmings: smut, unprotected sex and they also just met so I strongly advise you to not follow their example, oral (both), brief mentions of spanking, hair pulling and dirty talk. It’s chill y’all.

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series!

“If this girl-”

“She’s great!” Scott cut Chris off harshly, already above tired of his brother’s endless flow of nasty comments.

“I feel uncomfortable doing this!” Chris protested again from the passenger’s seat, shifting around, eyes fixed on the road ahead, “At least tell me what she’s like!”

“Gorgeous” Scott belted, nodding his head to accentuate his point, “Smart as fuck so you better control yourself” he said so sternly, not even a drop of sarcasm escaping his lips, “She’s also into old music so you can talk to her about that? Kind of-”

“So then- God this is still weird” Chris sighed, rubbing his hands across his face, not used to the idea of being set up with a girl. Maybe he wouldn’t be as terrified and nervous if all his friends hadn’t been constantly going off about how great you were, because considering their history, Chris was sure there was something horrible Scott forgot to mention.

-

“God what the- oh no!” you managed to exclaim as your feet ran laps around your bedroom, “How the fuck do you forget to mention he’s Chris Evans?”

“Calm down” Anne sighed burying her face into the scattered pillows around your bed, “Seriously, that doesn’t change anything, we’re all meeting in a pub, I promise you, it will be fine” she added, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Like I’m not awkward enough around idiots...” you complained again, walking to your friend to zip up your short dark blue dress. “I got this” you said as you felt the material tighten around your body, giving you a well-deserved boost in confidence.

 -

Seated at the round table, you were so absorbed by the conversation that was being held that you failed to realize the two tall boys that approached your booth. Chris’s presence made something inside of you shift; and it wasn’t only the tingly sensation in your stomach at the sight of him, you also felt your walls build up, blocking all the confidence you ever had.

“Hi, (Y/n), right?” he greeted you, extending his arm.

With a shy smile on your lips, you stood up to shake his hand. As if your already existent butterflies didn’t exhaust you enough, his liquid touch managed to send shivers in waves, propagating across your whole body, reaching places you didn’t know could buzz like that. Chris sat down next to you, and after every time you told him something, you mentally scolded yourself for not participating more; for letting the shy side of you take control tonight.

“OK guys, next round, what would you like?” Dan, a friend of yours, raised his voice in order to get your attention as a waiter made his way to your table again.

“Vodka rocks please” you said when it came your turn, and your cheeks couldn’t help but burst into flames when Chris’s head snapped in your direction. That’s what you always had, your always go-to and everyone knew it, but to him it was new, and it certainly didn’t fit the appearance you put on.

The first part of the night flew by smoothly, at least in your opinion. If before Chris arrived you were leaning over the table trying to make a point to one of your friends, now you barely managed to gather enough courage to express your point of view in a completely trivial discussion. Maybe it was the alcohol you had ingested but you were pretty sure Chris’s eyes lingered on your bare shoulders or your lips as you talked, more than once and more than just for a second. All these thoughts, that maybe he found you attractive, maybe he cared what you had to say, everything that roamed through your head made you even more self-conscious, afraid your next action or words would let him down.

“Everybody up, I love this song” Anne commanded jumping to her feet. When you shook your head and explained that you’d rather sit through the first few songs she was quick to object. “Come on!”

“I swear, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” you promised your friend, but you were sure that what made her let you have your way was the fact that her favorite song was approaching its end and she was wasting her time at the table.

After everyone stood up and moved to the dance floor, you realized Chris hadn’t; he was on his phone, making the situation even more awkward than it had to be. You took another long sip of your drink, looking around the carefully decorated rustic pub you were in, before finally turning to him, and taping his forearm.

“Don’t you wanna dance?” you asked

“Yeah I do-” he muttered looking back and forth between you and the screen of his phone, “Just a second”

You tucked your hands under your legs, shamelessly studying his side profile. You could tell his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and the moment one of his hands traveled up to scratch the bridge of his nose, you unconsciously tilted your head to get a better view.

“Aren’t you going?” he chuckled after realizing you’ve been staring, pulling you out of your thoughts; everything about his attitude making your insides turn in embarrassment.

“I was wait- No, I’ll go-” you mumbled, preparing to stand up before his hand flew to your knee to stop you.

“No, actually don’t go, just a second” Chris said, still concentrated on his phone, apparently trying to get rid of the distraction as soon as possible. Your eyes worked their way up from his long fingers that were pressed flush against your skin, to his silver watch, further up his forearm, studying the thick veins that were protruding through his skin, to the halfway rolled up sleeve of the black shirt that wrapped itself so perfectly around his frame. You nodded when he told you to wait for him, but he had already turned his head and now you wondered if you seemed off, but before you managed to over analyze everything, he let go of your leg and tucked his phone in his back pocket.

“I’m so sorry about that” he said leaving his seat and turning, “After you”

You happily followed his actions, stepping beside him, as he placed his hand on your back, bringing you closer as you made your way to your group. After joining the small circle your friends created, you distanced yourself from Chris a little in order to have more room to dance, even if all you were actually doing was swaying and waving your hands around your body. Chris turned out to be as inexperienced as you were, his moves basically consisting of shifting his weight from one leg to the other to the beat of the unfamiliar song that was playing. The atmosphere changed soon enough, as “I got my mind set on you” started echoing through the speakers, bringing a well awaited smile on your lips. As the first lyric repeated itself a few times, you filled yourself with all the good energy of the song, your feet elegantly dancing, as if they had a mind of their own.

“Hey” you heard Chris call softly moments before he grabbed your hand to turn you around. You welcomed him with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, careful to keep a decent amount of space between your bodies.

“Whole lotta spendin’ money” you mouthed the words, as his own hands sneaked behind you to pull you closer.

“You like George Harrison?” Chris asked smugly, remembering what Brian said about your love for old music.

“Isn’t he everyone’s favorite beatle?” you answered, extracting yourself from his hold and doing a childish pirouette before coming back against his chest.

“George Harrison is no one’s favorite Beatle” Chris retorted confused.

“That’s Ringo” you corrected him, “But I have no idea what everyone has against him”

With a shrug of his shoulders signaling his lack of an answer, he sighed heavily, his hot breath reaching your lips, before he spoke again, “Then who’s your favorite?”

“Who do you think?” you played, tilting your head to the side.

“McCartney?” Chris asked hopeful, biting his lower lip as he waited for your answer.

“Nah, Lennon” you chuckled, “Actually no- I don’t even know, I’m not even that big of a Beatles fan”. Your honest answer was as unexpected as it could be and judging by the smirk that made its way across Chris’s lips, you knew he appreciated the way you played it. “Do you like them?”

“They’re alright I guess-” Chris trailed off feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. You smiled kindly taking a step back in order to give him privacy, just in case he needed it. However, you didn’t get to distance yourself too much before he wrapped one of his arms around you from behind, and settled his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback by his gesture, as from this position you could easily see everything displayed on his screen, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I’m really sorry about this but I wouldn’t answer if I didn't absolutely have to,” Chris explained as his thumb worked its way around the screen. His hot breath hit the bare skin of your neck and shoulder, and you just turned your head, pressing your forehead against his temple; the fire between your legs not allowing you to stay still anymore.

You felt his cheeks gather up a smile under your touch, and you remained like that for a few more seconds as he finished typing. Once he was done, Chris locked his phone and secured his arm around you, turning his head slowly to meet your gaze. You welcomed him with a smile of your own, but in contrast with the sweetness that was plastered on his features, yours held a more fervid kind of feeling. He was the one to close the distance, his strong hold around your frame tightening as his mouth pressed softly against yours. You felt delight bubble inside you under the careful weight of his touch, and you soon felt his tongue trace slowly along your bottom lip, begging. Doing your best not to break the kiss, you turned around in his hold and planted yourself against his chest, this time not waiting for him anymore, diving in directly, going after what was yours. Soon, one of his hands traveled up your spine to grab the back of your head, his actions growing more and more rapturous with every single grunt that escaped his throat.

Judging by the fact that three hours later your dance moves were just as elegant as they were before, you decided to grab one last drink before making your way home. With your arms folded and elbows rested on the bar, you were waiting for an employer to notice you when you felt Chris’s hands on your waist as he placed a quick peck on your cheek before plopping down on the stool to your left. He spread his knees wide apart and pulled you between his legs.

“Vodka, rocks” he said before gesturing with his hand to the waiter to bring two drinks, “How long would you have waited?” he asked, turning his attention back to you. Sarcasm was dripping off his lips, as his lazy eyes didn’t miss any detail of your features.

“It wasn’t my turn yet” you protested

“You know it doesn’t work like that, don’t you?”

“I think it does”

A tight-lipped grin appeared on his features helping his cheekbones stick out ever more under the warm, dim lights of the bar. His boyish charm may have been amplified by the way his chest hair peaked through the open buttons of his shirt, and you were all for it. You pressed your lips to his and he didn’t wait a second to reciprocate your actions, the kiss feeling as natural as if you had known each other for ages.

“Copying me?” you giggled after the bartender brought your drinks, interrupting the two of you.

“Inspired? I’m inspired!” Chris chuckled before taking a sip.

“Drunk, that’s what you are,” you answered, mocking his state, a state you weren’t far from either.

“Nah” he countered, “I’m just feeling good!”. Belting the words he threw his head back, confirming your assumption, and also giving you perfect access to the skin of his neck, which you didn’t hesitate to attack with rough kisses and soft bites. His attitude changed in an instant, becoming a weak mess under you, “Oh god, (Y/n)” you heard him moan into your ear as you worked your magic along his jugular.

Realization hit you suddenly, and remembering you were still in a public place you detached yourself from Chris and grabbed his hand to pull him back to your group.

“Are you seriously doing me like that?” Chris complained following you, fingers intertwined.

“Sorry, I got carried away”

Your night out didn’t last much longer after that, as the tension between you and Chris reached the point where none of you was willing to deny it anymore. After saying your goodbyes, you headed out through the front door and made your way to the main street in search of a cab. Despite having gathered up the courage to go to his place, the whole car ride was perfectly silent as your head quietly rested on his shoulder.

Once inside the apartment, his lips found yours faster than he had found his keys less than 5 seconds before. With your back pressed against the door while Chris sucked mercilessly on the skin of your neck, you managed to get a quick glimpse of the city lights poking through his huge window, setting an even more intoxicating atmosphere than before. You lost yourself under his touch, feeling his hot body wrapped around yours as his hands roamed shamelessly over the thin material of your dress.

Sighing, you pushed him off of you, “Bedroom” you whispered and after giving you a quick nod, Chris dived back in for a kiss, grabbing your waist and guiding you through his dark home and into his room. You sat down on the bed, as he knelt in front of you on the floor, taking your feet into his lap to undo your sandals.

“God” he muttered annoyed, as the strap refused to come undone. Giggling, you leaned forward to take them off yourself, appreciating the gesture and loving his cuteness. After getting rid of your high heels, you grabbed Chris’s collar as you leaned on your back, pulling him on top of you. This time his hands didn’t hesitate as they found their way to your ass in no time.

“You have no idea what you did to me in that dress” Chris grunted against your lips as his fingers dug roughly into your skin. He traveled down your body, peppering kisses down your chest, before resuming his position on his knees on the floor.

“Spread your legs for me” he commanded and you obliged, crawling to the end of the bed, settling your legs on each side of his frame. His hands caressed your thighs passionately, inching closer to your heat causing your breath to fasten. Chris lifted up your dress, and pushed you to lay on your back.

“Oh god” you whimpered, feeling exposed and completely vulnerable. As you leaned your head to the side and closed your eyes, the feeling of Chris’s wet lips centimeters away from your core caused you to buck your hips in surprise as he started paving his way along your thigh with soft kisses.

“You want this?”

“Please” you begged suggestively

“Look at me” he demanded in a new harsh deep tone that sent shivers down your spine. You raised your head and looked down at Chris, who upon making eye contact, tapped your hips twice. You took the hint and propped your feet on the wooden edge of the bed as he circled his fingers around the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your legs in one swift motion.

After settling back into his position, Chris probed your folds with his thumb, smiling, more to himself, pride most likely pumping through his veins at the sight of his effect on you. He finally leaned down, his mouth volunteering to take his fingers spot, as he teased his way to your clit.

“Chris-!” you hissed at the feeling of his wet tongue working carefully on your bundle of nerves.

“Mmm..mm” he hummed lowly against your sensitive spot, the vibrations of his lips adding to your pleasure, “So fucking sweet”. His voice was hurried, as he lifted his head only for a second in order to look at you. His hands came around your thighs, as he released some of his own tension by vehemently slapping and gripping your skin.

With every lap Chris worked on your clit, a painful need inside of you to spill out profanity after profanity only grew bigger, but you managed to control yourself.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked smugly, and before managing to give a decent answer, you felt one of his fingers enter you slowly.

“I- Uh, god” you cried out, arching your back as your left hand flew down so you could curl your fingers around and pull on the elegant collar of his shirt. Feeling every muscle in your body tense as your hips quivered uncontrollably, you secured Chris in his place by bringing your other hand too into his hair. Realizing how on the edge you were, he added another finger, swirling them against your wall, as his lips maintained the same avid pace around your clit. Impossible to tell how much longer it took, but most likely in a matter of seconds your orgasm came thundering down on you, curling your toes as the muscles of your legs trembled furiously. Chris kept going until you let your body fall flush against his bed, when he came up to your level.

Your eyes were closed, still enjoying the last waves of bliss that traveled along your legs as he teasingly caressed your cheeks with his lips and the tip of his nose.

Coming back to your senses, you gripped his neck, wrapping your legs around his middle, pressing him down against you. His mouth slowly met yours, igniting sparkles in your chest as he tugged on your lower lip before allowing your tongue to meet his’.

After pulling away, Chris straightened up at the edge of the bed and started working on undressing himself. The metal clicking of his belt buckle prompted you to suck in a long breath, smiling to yourself at how this man could make you feel so much, as you were already craving more.

You steadied yourself on your knees and crawled over to Chris, turning your back at him and getting your hair out of the way. He didn’t waste a second before getting back to you and pulling down your zipper of your dress, which allowed his hands to roam freely under the thin material. His fingers softly caressed your sides before sneaking to the front and cupping your breasts as his lips found your neck again. He lowered himself forward, pushing you down on the bed on your stomach and climbed on top of you.

Feeling his lips burn icy tracks along your shoulders, you pushed yourself up, flipping the two of you over. You slipped out of your dress fast and straddled his hips, not caring the slightest bit about being in any way seductive; you already had him. Under you, panting in anticipation, long fingers digging mercilessly into the smooth skin of your thighs.

Your lips were again on his’, working slowly, doing your best to tease him and push his buttons. Your hands traced his sides, making their way up his body,

“Yes, fuck” Chris whined. He had managed to take off his dark shirt before you distracted him, so he was now laying on the bed, half naked with his jeans undone, waiting for you.

You slowly lifted yourself off of him and tugged at his pants, pulling them down with a little bit of help from him.

“Tell me Chris” you teased looking up at him, your face inches away from his erect cock, “You want this?”. Following your question, you licked your lips as they fell into a one sided grin.

Squeezing his eyes shut as his head went from side to side, Chris chuckled bitterly at the taste of his own medicine, “Show me what you can do”

You placed one of your hands at the top of his thigh and lowered yourself even more, maintaining the eye contact as you carefully lifted him up. With your fingers wrapped around his cock, your lips barely brushed his base before you made your way lower.

“Fuck- fuck, (Y/n)” Chris hissed, bucking his hips violently at the way you kept pushing him. He brought his hand to the top of your head, his thumb softly caressing your hair as you worked on his balls.

At an agonizingly slow pace, your hand made its way up his length and when you reached his tip, your fingers continued teasing.

“Fu- take me in your mouth, baby” he tried to demand but under your burning stare, his words came out more as a plea, a struggling moan.

You gave him a false approving nod before you licked your way up his dick, wrapped your puckered lips around his end and sucked harshly a few, short times. When his head flew black as he white knuckled the sheets, you took it as your cue to stop.

“Hey Chris” you whispered as you let his cock fall against his stomach and you climbed on top of him.

A weak chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to smile when he realized the way you were going to play this. You leaned down to his level and slipped two fingers into his mouth before gripping his chin tightly and engulfing his lips in a fervid kiss. After caressing their way up and down your thighs, his hands settled on your ass, gripping tightly as he pushed himself up to meet your core.

You lowered yourself to add to his pleasure, your tongues not parting as you started pressing down on his cock.

“Please?” you teased, your hot breath hitting his damp lips.

“You’re not going there” he stated, his dominant side starting to show as his expression darkened.

“No?” you asked guiding one of your hands between your bodies, against his hard abdomen, wrapping your fingers around his dick. You nodded your head ‘no’ as you pumped him slowly, his squinted eyes prompting a smirk to appear on your lips. You had him; no matter what he said, you could go anywhere you wanted, “No, I’m not”

You guided his tip to your folds, slipping around him without any kind of warning. Straightening your back and supporting your weight by gluing your hands to his stomach, your hips started working in circular motions along his cock. You let your head fall forward before you pushed all your hair to one side, in order to be able to look him in the eyes. His body was responding to your actions, as he kept pushing himself up in sync with your movements.

It didn’t take long before you felt your second orgasm approach, and lost in the moment, you didn’t realize Chris took notice of the choked back whimpers that escaped your throat.

“Hey gorgeous” he grunted, his big hands digging holes into your waist, “As much as I love this-” he tried to speak but ended up concentrating all his energy into picking you up and flipping the both of you over, “-this is what I want right now”. He finished his sentence with a harsh whisper in your year from behind, as you struggled to maintain your balance on your elbows under his weight.

You smiled to yourself feeling his wet, hot chest against your naked back, before he rapidly guided himself inside of you.

“Mmh- Chris-” you moaned feeling his hands roam around your body as he maintained his avid pace.

“Taking me so well, hm?” he hummed in your ear. After caressing your cheek clumsily, Chris trailed his hand on the side of your head, his fingers losing themselves in your hair as he tugged back, forming a makeshift ponytail. The forcefulness of his touch caused you to tilt your head, eyes gluing to the ceiling as he grunted in your ear.

“Hell ugh-” you screamed as your body rocked back and forth under his’.

“Who would’ve thought?” he growled, exploring the skin of your neck with his lips as he kept your head back, “The way you act- so sweet and innocent, but then you down vodkas and take my cock like a good little slut”. Chris’s words were carelessly spilling out of his mouth, the pleasure of each thrust giving him more and more trouble forming coherent sentences, “Fuck, (Y/n)-”.

He let go of your hair in order to steady himself, as his movements became sloppier and angrier by the second, “Sh- Chris!-” you yelled gripping the sheets into your fists to keep yourself up, even though one of his arms was wrapped around your abdomen. “I’m so close, fuck, Chris!” you exclaimed again, letting your head fall against your shoulder.

He moved his hand to grip your ass tightly, before detaching it and then sending it to connect forcefully with your butt cheek again, causing a loud slap to accompany both your moans.

It’s all a blur what happened after that; his fingers kept digging into your skin hard as he was enjoying his high, the loud profanities he screamed sending you over the horizon. You soon went limp in his hold, but he didn’t pull out until he placed a loving kiss between your shoulder blades. Your whole body was trembling, from your lower lip to the tip of your toes, but the way he was still inside you as his lips carefully treated your skin, still managed to electrify your mind.

After that your night didn’t last much longer. A fragile amount of comfortable small talk emerged as you both settled under the covers but your mind was somewhere else. You had a lot of fun with him and your heart ached when you thought that this was a only one night stand after all. With your gaze getting lost in the darkness of his room, you found yourself fighting the urge to snuggle into him. As much as you wanted it, as bad of an idea you thought it was. Chris was laying on his stomach with his head in your direction, as you rested on your back. Honestly, you hoped he’d make the first move and pull you closer but he didn’t so you pushed your thoughts away. Or at least you tried. After saying your 'good night’s, much to your surprise, Chris’s hand found yours under the covers as he started to lazily play with your fingers. You smiled to yourself a little even though you knew he couldn’t see it. Your palm was against the sheets as he softly rubbed your thumb with his own. This didn’t help, all it managed to do was make you want to cuddle into his side even more, to rest your head in the crook of his neck and to fall asleep listening to his heart beat. Though none of those things happened, you managed to fall asleep on your own, despite the fact that the few inches of space between your bodies was killing you.

Surprisingly, at one point during the night you woke up. This time you were laying on your side, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise what it was that disrupted your sleep. You turned your head slowly to peak over your shoulder, and you physically felt your soul break. Chris was cuddled into your back, his whole body pressed against yours as his face was tucked into the back of your neck. You didn’t mind it, but the simple fact that his arms were gathered around himself and not around you, made it all clear. He was shivering in his sleep as the night breeze made its way in through the window that somehow was left open, and as you apparently had hogged all the covers, his pair of boxers failed to keep him warm.

“Shit” you muttered to yourself, turning around and doing your best to wrap the blanket around him. Your warm hand connected to his freezing shoulder in a pathetic attempt to warm him up, and instinctively, moments later, Chris wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You didn’t fight him this time, you just helped him cuddle into your chest before you fell back asleep.

-

Ironically enough, in the morning, you woke up to Chris pulling the blanket higher up your body. You didn’t open your eyes immediately as it took you a moment to come back to reality. Right now, you were facing him but not one inch of your body was touching his. When you finally looked at Chris, he was resting against the headboard, typing away on his phone. You wondered how long he must’ve been awake for but judging by his squinted eyes, you figured that not for too long.

“What time is it?” you finally mumbled

“Shit, I’m sorry I woke you up,” he said. He turned to look at you apologetically, but a smile still made its way to his lips as soon as his eyes landed on your figure, “It’s 10:12”

“Why are you awake?” you asked, not moving a muscle.

“My phone kept ringing, I have no idea how that didn’t wake you up”

You just shrugged your shoulders and crawled a bit closer to him before closing your eyes again.

“You can go back to sleep” he whispered, lowering himself to be at the same level as you.

“No, it’s ok” you protested, bringing your arms over your head to stretch, “I just need a minute”

He settled under the covers mirroring your position. His tired eyes matched his tired smile, and his cheek squished against the pillow made him all the more adorable, “I could make you breakfast, do you want some?”

Your stomach was begging for food, but this wasn’t an offer you expected. The dudes you’ve had hook ups with like this one, usually woke up horny and then that was it.

“Oh, yees, thank you”

“I could make you pancakes, like they do in movies” he offered chuckling in his groggy morning voice.

“Pancakes…” you repeated content, mouth starting to water at the thought.

“You can sleep some more while I make them,” he suggested.

“No” you argued, rolling into your back, “I’m coming with you, the girl makes breakfast in movies”

Chris raised himself up, prompting his weight on his elbow as he hovered over you with a bitter smirk on his lips, “The girl usually leaves before the boy wakes up”

His words stung a bit, “Are you trying to kick me out?”

“God, no!” he exclaimed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. Finally something. “That’s just what usually happens”. He was weirdly right, that was what you did most of the time too, but apparently not today.

“I guess” you agreed, looking into his big brown eyes. Before allowing the situation to slip into a direction you weren’t too fond of, you stood up on the bed, “Can you give me a shirt, please?”

“Of course” he said in an instant, jumping up from the bed and running to his closet. “This one ok?” he asked, showing you a navy blue one with long sleeves.

“Yeah” you smiled, extending your arm to grab it.

“Or this one?” he suggested again, this time a black t-shirt in his hands.

“Chris, give me the black one” you laughed before he had the opportunity to offer you another one to choose from.

You hurried to pull it over your head as he put on some gray sweatpants, and then you both left for the kitchen.

“Is this the bathroom?” you asked, pointing to a door right next to the one just came from.

“Yeah, but no” he laughed grabbing your shoulders and turning you in a different direction, “Go to that one” he gestured towards another door on the opposite side of the hallway, “This one is messy”

You wanted to protest for a second, as you were curious and maybe you wanted to snoop a little, but eventually nodded and went where he told you.

-

“Do you have Nutella or some kind of chocolate?” you asked, eyeing the pancakes.

“Um, no..” he mumbled, “But I can go grab some”

“What? No!”

“It’s just around the corner, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes”

“I was just asking” you giggled, grabbing his wrist, pulling him towards the table.

“It would take me-”

“Chris, no” you laughed, this time your tone was more serious.

He eventually caved, and you sat down to eat. The conversation picked up instantly and not for one second did it feel forced or uncomfortable. The awkwardness of getting too close to him disappeared immediately, as when you were halfway done, he pulled you into his lap, to demonstrate how a proper pancake should be eaten. Maple syrup and strawberry jam got everywhere but it wasn’t like any of you cared. Unlike last night, his lips were now sweet, kinda sticky even but it was perfect.

-

“So, like, last night you came with Anne, right? How do you know her?” he asked as he struggled to pour some more syrup  on his pancakes with his left hand, as his right arm was locked around your hips.

“She’s my best friend” you answered smiling, “We actually met at the gym a few years ago”, you paused to shake your head, “God, I hate gyms”

“Why?” he asked curious

“I’m an embarrassment, I’d much rather work out at home”

“Oh god” he laughed dropping his pancake and throwing his head back, “I can make you feel better about that if you want to”

“Sure.. go ahead” you hesitated, afraid of what might come out of his mouth

“So like I was at the gym a few days ago, and there was this lady lifting some weights that, by the way, looked way too heavy for her but who am I to judge. Anyway so as she’s squatting, you know, when she tries to straighten her legs and go back up, this loud fart comes out, and I swear to god it echoed through the whole room-”

“Oh god, no!” you exclaimed, covering your eyes with your palms, “I feel so sorry for her”

“That’s not even the best part” he laughed tapping your tight to get your attention.

“We’re eating Chris, please tell me she didn’t-”

“She didn’t don’t worry” he chuckled, “So like after it comes out, she starts rummaging like crazy through her stuff, pulls out her phone and goes - I’m sorry I didn’t answer faster, it was on vibrate-”

“I’m so embarrassed for her” you whined

“Yeah, like a part of me wanted to reassure her that it’s ok but I’m sure that would’ve made everything worse” he said laughing.

“Definitely”

“And like she left for the locker room but when she came back she was still pretending to be on the phone and headed straight to the door and didn’t look back”

“I can’t” you managed to say between your giggles

“Now I’m so afraid I’ll fart in the middle of the gym” he confessed

With your pancake still in your hand, you felt your eyes start to water, trying to picture him all flustered and embarrassed and you couldn’t help but laugh even louder.

“It’s ok, you won’t” you tried to reassure him, but he was just as amused as you were

“I hope” he sighed

After you were done eating, and then done arguing about Chris not allowing you to help him clean up the mess, it was time for you to leave.

“Do you want me to drive you?” he asked, most likely sure you were going to agree, so probably that’s why his face fell when you declined.

“No, it’s ok, but have you seen my jacket?”

“You didn’t have one”

“Yes, I did, a long maroon one” you explained thinking about where you could’ve left it.

“Trust me, I know what you were wearing last night” he said smirking

“Then I must have left it at the bar, I hope someone saw it and took it”

“Wait, let me give you something to wear” he said, sprinting to his bedroom. You waited patiently for him in the hallway, realizing that this meant you had to see each other again. But you had mutual friends, someone could give it back to him for you, right? This was usually the time you blew the guy off, but this time, something inside of you simply didn’t let you.

“What about this one?” he asks, handing you an army green hoodie.

“It’s perfect, thank you”

“I don’t have your number, and I kinda want it back,” he joked, pointing to the jacket.

“Give me your phone” you laughed, and after he gave it to you, you added the number quickly and handed it back to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you, I feel bad for letting you walk home”

“No, it’s ok, it’s not that far, I’m gonna cut through the park and listen to music, it’s ok” you reassured him, stepping away from the door so he could unlock it.

Once you passed the threshold, you turned around wanting to kiss him one last time, but the moment his hands caught your waist, the teasing side of you awakened, so you just placed a long peck to his cheek.

“Bye” he laughed at your antics, before closing the door after you.

As you were walking home, you wrapped your arms around yourself, causing the smell of his hoodie to reach your nose. You were happy he didn’t give you a clean one, this one smelled like him, and maybe he chose this one on purpose. Your mind drifted back to the events of the last 15 hours and unconsciously, they put a smile on your lips. You had so much fun with Chris, and grew so fond of his sweetness, that you almost felt bad for giving him the number of your 50 year old laundromat lady.

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 5

A/N: it's formal ball time :) where nothing will go wrong :) (also this morning i saw a tweet from scott smajor casually mentioning he looked at the empires smp tag on tumblr AND mentioning something about liking the "art and stories." so i've been dealing with the mortifying possibility of being known all morning, hope y'all are having a good day/night/whenever aksfdgkl)

Warnings: kissing, explosions, betrayal, violence, swordfights, mild disassociation 

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The night of the House Blossom Ball had arrived. Jimmy had to admit, getting Lizzie’s help with an outfit was a good idea. He wore a black suit with intricate, swirling bronze details that shimmered when the light hit them. He had a dark green bowtie as a nod to his empire, and he had indeed ditched the cod head. Instead, he wore a bronze colored masquerade mask that looked like two cod fish curling around his eyes, their fins spreading out and covering his forehead. It felt weird to have his hair exposed, but Lizzie helped him make sure it was presentable. Speaking of Lizzie, she was wearing a dress with the typical navy blue color of the Ocean Empire, but it had an ombre shift into the magenta of Mezalea at the end of the skirt. Joel wore his typical Mezalean garb, but with a navy blue sash instead of a green one. They walked into the ballroom as quite the dazzling trio- and then Jimmy’s heart just about stopped at the sight of Scott.

He was chatting with Pixl and one of the new rulers, a man with colorful wings like a parrot’s. But Jimmy was too busy staring at Scott to really pay attention to Pix and the other ruler, because Scott was wearing a ballgown. The main body of it was long sleeved and form fitting, made of white lace with shimmers of gold worked in, and was backless to allow room for his wings. Then there was a light blue overskirt to go with it, making the dress look like a full ballgown. Gold jewelry adorned him as well- on his wrists, around his neck, and hanging from his ears.

“Close your mouth, Jimmy,” Joel murmured with a teasing lilt. Jimmy snapped his mouth shut, looking down at the ground and extremely relieved that his masquerade mask covered the blush on his cheeks.

“How about we go and mingle with the other guests, I think Jimmy needs a minute to compose himself,” Lizzie teased. Jimmy nodded, too flustered to even protest. The three of them walked over to Katherine, who was chatting with Gem, Pearl, and a gnome girl in a dress that reminded Jimmy of a mushroom, with its red poofy top and white floor length skirt. The girl jumped a bit at the sight of Jimmy and Lizzie, but quickly composed herself.

“Hello! I am Shrub of the Undergrove. You may call me Shelby if you like though,” she said, seeming a little skittish as she spoke. Lizzie smiled gently, giving a curtsy. Joel and Jimmy quickly followed her lead, bowing at Shelby.

“Ocean’s blessings. I am Queen Lizzie, of the Ocean Empire. This is my husband, King Joel of Mezalea. And this is my dear friend, the Codfather of the Cod Empire,” Lizzie said, gesturing to each of them in turn.

“You can call me Jimmy though, if you want,” he added with a smile. Shelby jumped a bit when he spoke, but nodded and gave a hasty curtsy. Joel looked at her with gentle concern.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. Shelby nodded, a bit too hastily.

“Yes! Just not uh. Not super used to this many people,” she said with a nervous laugh, eyeing Lizzie and Jimmy warily. Joel frowned a bit at the way she was looking at them, but didn’t say anything.

“Jimmy, you aren’t making an enemy of our new friend already, are you?” Fwhip’s voice asked from somewhere behind them. Jimmy whirled around to glare at Fwhip, and of course Sausage was at his side.

“I’m just saying hello, Fwhip. Surely that’s allowed,” Jimmy huffed.

“Sure, that’s how it always starts though- next thing you know he’s stealing your things,” Sausage chimed in. Shelby looked rather alarmed, and Jimmy let out a frustrated sigh.

“For the millionth time, you had said that I could-”

“Oh listen, the music’s starting! Let’s dance!” Katherine interrupted him, and the whole ballroom seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief as people found their dance partners. Jimmy fully intended to step to the side and watch as the others danced, but then he met the mischievous glint in Lizzie’s eyes.

“Joel, is it alright if I go dance with Scott? I simply must compliment his dress,” Lizzie said airily. Joel smiled, just as wickedly as the glint in his wife’s eyes.

“As long as you don’t mind if I dance with the Codfather for a bit,” Joel replied.

“Of course!” Lizzie chirped, before heading off towards Scott. Jimmy squinted at Joel suspiciously as he led him to the dance floor. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had danced together, Joel had insisted that Jimmy practice with him before his wedding day. But it had frankly been a while, and he didn’t like the look he and Lizzie had exchanged before she went to dance with Scott.

“What are you up to?” Jimmy asked as he rested his hand on the small of Joel’s back, and Joel rested his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. Their other hands were clasped together, and the two of them began gently swaying.

“Oh, nothing,” Joel replied, and that was all Jimmy could get out of him as they danced. They slowly made their way across the ballroom floor, and soon they were close to where Lizzie and Scott were dancing. And gosh were they a sight, all swirling skirts and elegance. Jimmy could tell Joel was just as distracted by Lizzie as Jimmy was by Scott. Then Lizzie noticed them staring, and she and Scott twirled closer.

“Jimmy! Let’s trade partners, I’d like to dance with my husband now!” Lizzie chimed, and before Jimmy could process what exactly that meant, he was spun into Scott’s arms. They were almost as close as they had been the day they fought- and there were those butterflies again. He didn’t know what to do with his hands- there was the issue of Scott’s wings and the fact that his dress exposed a lot of the skin on his back. But there wouldn’t be a point to worrying about that, Scott would surely push him away- but then Scott chuckled and took Jimmy’s hands in his, guiding them to where they should be.

“Here,” he said softly, placing one of Jimmy’s hands on his shoulder while his fingers laced with the other, then moved his free hand to rest on Jimmy’s back and pull him impossibly closer. Jimmy swallowed nervously, glancing over at Lizzie and Joel (who nodded encouragingly) before looking back to Scott.

“You look gorgeous,” Jimmy blurted as the two of them began to sway. Jimmy internally cursed himself for saying the first thing that popped into his head- but then Scott’s face flushed and it suddenly all felt worth it.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself,” he teased. Jimmy laughed.

“Lizzie helped,” he admitted. Scott laughed as well, the sound all sunshine and glittering gold.

“Should’ve known,” he replied, seeming distracted for a moment. Jimmy wanted to ask what was wrong, but Scott plastered on a smile and gently spun the two of them. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile along, heart soaring.

They continued dancing until the song ended, and then Scott was just… gone. He had twirled Jimmy and when he had finally managed to stop spinning and catch his balance, laughing and about to make a teasing remark about Scott making him dizzy- he realized he had vanished into the crowd. It felt like Scott had taken a bit of Jimmy’s heart with him. Jimmy looked around for him, and met Katherine’s concerned gaze instead. She gave a comforting smile as she walked over to Jimmy.

“I saw Scott go upstairs, I think he just needed some fresh air after dancing. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company,” she said with a wink, nudging Jimmy towards the stairs. He chuckled, thanking Katherine before heading up the stairs. She was right, there was no need to be worried! Jimmy just kinda wished Scott would have said something.

Jimmy’s breath was once again taken away when he saw Scott standing on the balcony. If Jimmy thought he was beautiful in the sunlight, he was even more stunning in the moonlight. The white of his wings practically glowed, and while the gold didn’t shimmer quite as bright as it did in the sun, it still sent Jimmy’s heart fluttering all the same. The only thing that ruined the image was how… distressed Scott looked. His hands were fiddling with the gold bracelets he wore, and his mouth was fixed in a frown. Maybe he needed some space, clearly something about the dance upset him- he probably hadn’t really wanted to dance with Jimmy, and just played along cause everyone was watching. Jimmy should definitely apologize before giving him some space.

“Scott? I promise I’ll leave you alone after this, but I just wanted to apologize,” Jimmy said, trying not to let his heartbreak show. Scott jumped in surprise, turning to look at Jimmy.

“Apologize? For what?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

“The dance. Joel and Lizzie schemed against my will, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Jimmy explained, guilt welling up in his stomach. To his surprise, Scott gave a soft laugh.

“You don’t need to apologize for that. I… I liked dancing with you,” he confessed. Jimmy’s heart was sent fluttering once more, and he stepped closer to Scott with a grin.

“Oh! Good, I was just worried because you left and you looked upset when I came up here,” Jimmy said, deflating only a little bit when Scott only smiled and nodded in response before gazing out over the lands of the Overgrown. There was awkward silence for a moment or two, until Scott suddenly moved closer to Jimmy, almost as close as they had been when they were dancing. Butterflies sparked in Jimmy’s stomach at the little distance between them.

“I need to tell you something,” Scott blurted. He looked nervous, almost like he had been when Jimmy first had come up to the balcony.

“Of course, what is it?” Jimmy asked soothingly. Scott looked him in the eyes, mouth opening and closing uselessly- until he broke eye contact for a brief moment before locking eyes with him again, something desperate in his gaze. Then suddenly Scott’s hands were gently cradling his face and there were lips on his. Scott’s lips. Scott was kissing him. Jimmy gasped in surprise against his mouth before quickly sinking into the kiss and running his hands through Scott’s stupid perfect hair. Scott’s hands drifted down from his face to his waist, pulling him in closer as his wings wrapped around them both, shielding them from the outside world so it was only Scott and Jimmy. Then Scott tilted his head and the kiss went from pleasantly warm to blazing, sending sparks racing up Jimmy’s spine. It left him dizzyingly breathless, like Scott had spun him a thousand times on the dance floor, and Jimmy never wanted it to end-

And then a thundering BOOM rattled the castle, breaking them apart. Scott clung to Jimmy, arms tightening around his waist as his breath hitched in fear, and Jimmy held him back just as tightly. There was something unreadable in Scott’s expression alongside the fear, but Jimmy didn’t have time to decipher it before another BOOM shook the castle. Jimmy was about to ask what was going on, but the sound of someone landing on the roof behind him and the voice that went with it stopped him cold.

“Well what do we have here?” Fwhip crooned, and Scott practically snarled as he shifted his hold on Jimmy so that one arm was curled protectively around his waist, his wing shielding him as well, as he drew a sword from somewhere within his skirts and pointed it at Fwhip. Dimly, Jimmy remembered that there weren’t supposed to be weapons at the ball, Katherine had made a rule.

“Leave before I make you,” Scott growled, the sound of his voice sending liquid fire through Jimmy’s veins. Fwhip gave an incredulous scoff, shaking his head.

“Playing the part a little too well, are we?” he sneered, and just like that the fire in his veins went cold, and he realized what that strange look on Scott’s face had been before. Guilt. Scott’s grip on him suddenly felt suffocating, more like he was holding Jimmy hostage rather than protecting him.

“Let go of me,” Jimmy demanded, voice hollow. Scott’s grip only tightened on him, and Jimmy’s heart rate spiked in fear.

“Don’t listen to Fwhip, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Scott said shakily. Fwhip let out a cruel laugh.

“Oh come on Scott, you’re the one who helped make this possible,” he jeered, and the castle shook with another explosion. Jimmy’s stomach dropped. Scott was in league with Fwhip. Scott had plotted against him, and lulled Jimmy into a false sense of security with dazzling smiles and soft lips.

“Jimmy-” Scott started, but was cut off by the sound of people bounding up the stairs and shouting. Jimmy’s head whipped over to see Katherine, Lizzie, and Joel coming up to the balcony.

“Fwhip! How could you do this!” Katherine demanded, tears streaming down her face. Fwhip merely laughed.

“I told you the ball would be a blast, Katherine,” he sneered. Anger boiled in Jimmy’s stomach at Fwhip’s tone towards Katherine, and he squirmed against Scott’s hold.

“Jimmy,” Scott warned, voice low. Joel mistook the tone of Scott’s voice, and leveled his sword at him- somehow Jimmy missed that he was holding it, he must have grabbed it from the chests at the front of the castle.

“Release the Codfather. Now. I won’t let you destroy this castle and take an ally hostage,” Joel growled.

“Joel, stay out of this. You don’t understand what’s happening,” Scott said, voice calm and even. Joel let out a harsh laugh, tightening his grip on his sword.

“I understand plenty,” he snarled, leaping at Scott. Scott was forced to toss Jimmy to the side to block the incoming strike, and Jimmy watched them fight with some sort of dazed confusion as he fell to the ground. Everything felt cold and hollow, and Jimmy didn’t really feel connected to his body as Lizzie scrambled to his side, helping him up and murmuring words of comfort.

“C’mon Jimmy, we’ve gotta get out of here,” she said, voice soft but no less urgent as she gently squeezed Jimmy’s hand. He met Scott’s eyes briefly as he was holding off Joel, and that was decision enough for Jimmy. He squeezed Lizzie’s hand back, and ran with her.

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PART 3

Say it first, please

Charles Xavier x reader

Set: Mansion, with his many adopted children lol. still has his legs though, and is obviously young Charles.

Warnings: light little reader, anxiety & depression, light swearing, intimate, age gap, ABO, light angst, daddy/soft dom

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As morning came you did your daily routine before heading to help Storm. She gave you a soft greeting as you walked in and you smiled waving. You sat down at her desk looking through the days lesson.

“More weather” you said grinning.

“I’m best at it” she said writing something up on the board.

“That you are” you chuckled softly thinking back to last night.

“Ah there you are” you raised an eyebrow as Charles came in.

“Morning darling” he said to you and you flushed nodding.

“Storm” he said starting his conversation with her.

After he left you tried to centre yourself.

“You look like a tomato” Ororo teased.

“I am not, it’s just hot in here” you defended standing up as kids came in. She gave you a cheeky grin before greeting everyone who came.

You pretty much just followed along with her book she had on the table. You wrote a few notes, typed a few things before the lesson was over.

You stood up as the students left and frowned seeing Charles waiting by the door.

“Professor?” Storm called.

“I’m here for Y/n sorry” Charles smiled and you nodded grabbing your things and saying a quick goodbye.

“Is it that girl again?” You asked concerned.

“No” he chuckled shaking his head.

“I’m here to ask you to lunch” he said as you walked downstairs. You froze on the steps slightly before continuing.

“Lunch?” You said and he nodded.

“Where?” You asked.

“That’s a surprise” he grinned.

“Thats not fair” you grumbled softly.

“Let me pack up and I’ll be ready” you said agreeing.

“I’ll come find you in about half hour ok?” He said and you nodded. He smiled pressing a kiss to your cheek again before disappearing.

You blinked a few times before rushing to your office. You packed up and got ready, nerves running through you.

He found you like he said and you both went out leaving the school in the others hands.

He took you just outside the city, a more quiet place thankfully as he pulled up to the cafe looking place.

“I’m curious as to how you found this place” you said in the car as it stopped.

“This has been here since I was a boy” he said looking to it fondly.

“The woman in there is a great friend of my family’s, she bakes the best bread” he smiled. You nodded as he got out the car. You looked at the place he must have good memories. You went to open the door but it had already opened.

“Oh, thank you” you said stepping out as Charles smiled.

You walked in, it was like a cute cottage place, pastel cottage.

“Charles?” You heard an elderly voice.

“Hello Aunt Alya” and old woman came towards you both, short and plump with a big smile as she held her arms open. Charles embraced the woman as she sighed and let go.

“I haven’t seen you in years dear boy!” She said hitting him with her tea towel. You laughed as he winced slightly.

“Oh? Who is this lovely woman?” She looked to you and you smiled slightly.

“This is Y/n, Y/n Aunt Alya” Charles introduced you both.

“Oh you’re absolutely beautiful my dear” she cooed giving you a hug. You chuckled embarrassed but hugged her.

“Oh you two must be hungry, sit, sit!” She said walking to the register.

Charles smiled and you smiled back as he gestured to the small booth. You sat down as Aunt Alya came back over a waddle in her step.

“Now you tell Aunt Alya what you want and I’ll make it personally” she smiled handing you both menus.

“Trust me my grandsons cooking is horrible” she whispered loudly.

“Nan” you heard a man sigh. You looked to the kitchen entrance a smile on your lips.

“I didn’t say anything!” She said quickly and walked off. You laughed as the young man came over.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked smiling and you looked to Charles.

“I’ll have a tea please” he said and the man nodded.

“Just water thank you” you said and he nodded.

“I’ll be right back” the young man left, you could see the resemblance in generations by their noses.

“That’s Leo” Charles said and you nodded. There were only a few people here thankfully, mainly elderly having coffee or tea and cake.

“She seems lovely” you chuckled softly and he smiled.

“She is” he said a sadness on his eyes.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked quickly and you looked to the menu.

“Oh gosh” you muttered looking through. You picked one of your favourites and Charles picked his before he went up and ordered. You smiled a bit to yourself at your seat, you felt adored almost. Your drinks came back as did Charles and you took a small sip.

You drank silently looking at the vintage table, a few scratches from the tears but well kept.

“Something bothers you my dear, what is it?” You hummed at Charles words in answer in surprise and looked to him.

“Nothings wrong or bothering-“ you said confused and he raised an eyebrow.

“Was it wise to leave your students?” You muttered.

“They can live without me for half a day” he chuckled and you nodded uncertain.

“They can handle it ok?” He said softly making you sigh.

“Ok” you said as your meals came out.

You both ate in comfortable silence, though the nag of him being gone always tugged in your mind. You knew Jean, Scott, Ororo could handle it, but he was the professor. You thought a bit your mind always going to the bad things. How were you supposed to compare to a professor? Were you expected to join him in professering? Or what if he wanted a family of his own? His own kids? You didn’t want kids.

“Y/n” you looked up to Charles giving him your attention. He smiled slightly shaking his head as he laid his fork down.

“You’re over thinking again” he said and you wondered if he just read all your thoughts.

“Did you read my thoughts?” You whispered.

“No, of course not I would never without your permission” he said and you nodded.

“You get this look on your face and stare off like you’re on another planet” he chuckled and you flushed.

“It’s cute” he grinned but it didn’t help the embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean to go off on another planet” you muttered finishing your meal.

“It doesn’t bother me darling” he laughed.

“It’s just something you do when you’re deep in thought” he smiled gently.

“All done?” Aunt Alya spoke before you could, you both nodded and she smiled taking your dishes away.

“That was a good meal” you said satisfied and full.

“That it was” Charles agreed.

“I got a little gift for you both” you frowned as Aunt Alya laid down a large piece of cake between you two. Charles frowned neither of you ordered it.

“Couples gift” she winked and left. You blushed looking away.

“Couples gift?” You muttered looking at the one fork and one big piece of cake. Charles grinned at you and you frowned as he grabbed the fork and took a bit. He held it up for you and you froze.

“No- you really don’t have to feed me cake” you said rushed as he laughed and ate it instead. He moaned at the taste his eyes teasing as he looked to you.

“It’s delicious” he said taking another piece and holding it up. You cursed softly taking a bite, you closed your eyes at the delicious flavour filling your mouth. You hummed in satisfaction and sighed.

“It really is” you confirmed.

He fed you cake till it was gone, having some bites for himself before you were both full. You sighed finishing your water as well and leaning back.

“I’m full” you mumbled.

“I am too” Charles chuckled as he stood up. You stood too as he took the few items to Aunt Alya who was walking this way.

“I knew you’d like it” she grinned.

“Thank you” Charles gave her a side hug and kissed her on the head, she was so much shorter than him.

“Thank you Aunt Ayla” you smiled as she gave you a side hug also.

“You treat this one right” you frowned thinking she was talking to you.

“I will ma’am” Charles chuckled.

“Mmmm, she’s a gooden I can tell” she grinned at you and you blushed slightly.

“You both better come back other wise I’ll hunt you down son!” She called as she waved and left for the kitchen. You laughed at the threat as Charles sighed and shook his head.

“Shall we?” He asked holding out his elbow for you. You smiled taking it and heading back to the car.

He opened the door for you and closed it before getting into the drivers seat and heading back to the school.

As you went underground and Charles parked you sat a little bit.

“Thank you for today” you said softly as you both got out.

“It’s my pleasure” he smiled and you sighed softly a small smile on your face as you walked to the elevator.

“I really hope it isn’t chaos up there” you said glancing up.

“Everything’s fine” he said.

“Trust me” he added seeing your sceptical face. You nodded as he leant closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed again and you smiled as you both went into the elevator.

On the school ground everything was in fact alright, nothing on fire, or wild mutants running around.

“I have to go to my office and sought something out, I’ll see you later tonight” you turned to Charles as he spoke and you nodded.

“Ok” you said unsure of what to do. You wanted to give him a kiss. You grabbed his hand when he tried to leave and he frowned. You came closer and leant up pressing a kiss to his cheek. He was stunned and you flushed and laughed as you walked off back to your office.

Your tummy felt warm with butterfly’s and your heart raced excited. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you went to your office and sat down.

[stardusttrashed]

Lovestruck (Finale)

Part 4

Pairing: Professor Erwin x Fem! Reader, Connie x Sasha

Word Count: 2K

A/N: A huge thanks to everyone who stuck around for this series and showed it some love. also, if you haven't already go check out the playlist I made that gives professor Erwin vibes :)

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Smith,” you squeaked as you squeezed past the door into the old familiar room. “Hope you didn’t haveta wait too long,” you smiled apologetically.

Erwin turned around, looking up from the whiteboard he was writing away on. He smiled handsomely, quietly sighing in relief, “actually, you’re right on time as usual.” He closed the distance between you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “How much’d you spend? I’ll pay you back,” he reassured you as he led you towards his desk.

“You can pay me back by coming to movie night,” you purred, quickly throwing the idea out there as you took a seat on his desk. You rummaged through the plastic bag, taking out two to-go boxes as Erwin rolled his desk chair over. “You’ve been officially invited by Thing One and Thing Two. And they’ll probably lose their shit if I show up without you.”

“Sasha and Connie, right?” he confirmed. You hummed in response. Erwin tensed up momentarily once he saw you sitting on his desk, sinful thoughts running rampant in his mind. He was curious how much of a good girl you’d be for him. Or if you’d let him eat something else for lunch. It didn’t make it any better that you still had his shirt on. A blush painted his cheeks as he pushed the thoughts down, plopping in his seat and scooting closer until he was sitting between your legs, “I’d love to, darling.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, occasionally broken by strings of giggles as you stuffed your faces with the Chinese food you brought. You took turns feeding spoonfuls of each other's food to the other, goofy, uncontrollable, lovestruck smiles printed on your faces. There was so much you both wanted to say to each other, wanting to ask about the other’s day, or ask trivial things, or address what you were. But neither could muster the courage to break the moment. So instead, you spoke through lingering touches and longing gazes.

“Erwin,” a familiar voice said dryly, followed by the footsteps of them entering the room. “Found your sandwich in the fridge in the staff room.” Erwin’s eyes went wide, more surprised about being caught than the actual sandwich. “Figured I’d bring it before you starve.”

You sent Erwin a playfully threatening glare, “you had food?! I- you little,” you quickly hissed, stopping short as Erwin apologetically squeezed your thigh.

Erwin chuckled embarrassedly, removing the hand on your thigh to scratch the back of his neck. “I must’ve forgot.” He looked back and forth between you and Levi, both of you looking back at him with unconvinced expressions. He was busted for sure.

“Right,” Levi drawled out as his eyes scanned the desk, taking in the to-go boxes and how close you and Erwin were sitting. “At least you’re not starving. And glad to see the two of you finally grew a pair and made things official.”

“W-well,” you stuttered, to no avail. Levi was already walking out of the room, muttering something about how you should at least lock the door. Gradually, your shock shifted into overconfidence. “Missed me that much, huh? Pretty lame excuse if you ask me.”

“Shouldn’t be much of a surprise, darling,” Erwin cooed, his blue eyes practically filled with hearts. It felt like butterflies were coursing throughout his entire body as you leaned down to kiss him. It was short and sweet, just a lingering peck, yet you left him breathless. “Y/n, I- um.” He could feel the tips of his ears growing uncomfortably warm. Your soft giggles weren’t helping either. “Hold on.”

You watched as Erwin struggled to hold onto his cool. It was still weird, no matter how many times you saw him grow flustered. He was the gorgeous giant of a man that left men and women alike flustered, yourself included. Yet, you always seemed to be the one to turn the tables without doing anything but being yourself. He wasn’t some Greek God, okay, well looks-wise, yes. And personality-wise. Okay, maybe he was a Greek god, but that didn’t stop him from being a friendly giant or a big cinnamon roll around you.

“I, uh,” he quickly glanced up at you before returning his focus to the journal he pulled out of his desk drawer. “I got you this,” he held the small journal out to you.

You gingerly took it from him. A thin gold rope chain tucked away in the journal as a bookmark tapped your hand as it swayed from the movement. You prayed he couldn’t see the way your cheeks grew warm as you opened the journal to the page the chain rested against. In the center of the lined paper lay a key strung on the chain. The key wasn’t anything fancy, just a plain house key that covered a neatly written note. You glanced up at Erwin momentarily before moving aside the key to read the note aloud. “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her, and it is the beginning of everything. F. Scott Fitzgerald,” you read, your throat growing tighter with every word.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m rushing anything,” Erwin quickly spoke up once you finished reading. “I just, well, I figured you could use my place as a place to write and get some inspiration. I don’t want to pressure you, though. This can be completely platonic, and we can ignore-.”

You set the journal aside and stopped his nervous rambling with a kiss. Your lips moved lazily against each other, savoring everything from the moment to the taste of one another. Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the softness of his lips and the warmth of his hands on your hips. You could feel him surrendering to you, giving you everything he could until he was left with nothing, not even a breath… until you reluctantly pulled away. You rested your forehead on his, your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to catch your breath enough to say something.

“And for a moment, I thought I loved him,” you breathed, altering the quote slightly to fit the situation more. Your breath fanned across his lips, giving him visible chills as you continued, “but I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.”

“Committing Great Gatsby quotes to memory, are we,” Erwin teased, his voice husky as he finally managed to catch his breath.

“Only the most beautiful ones that’ll impress my professors, er, used to be professors.”

“Consider the job done then.” Erwin looked at you like you were the only one, not just now, but forever. His ocean eyes shone like he was looking at the sun, and in a way, he was. You always were a star that he couldn’t help but gravitate to. He lost you for a while, but just like the planets orbiting around the sun, he managed to find his way back to your warmth.

You reached out and pushed a stray hair back into place, “not polite to stare, baby. Even if ya look cute doing it.”

“Dance with me,” Erwin blurted. He needed to hold you, to bask in your warmth. He wanted to do what he should’ve last night, holding you close as you swayed to music that could better articulate the feelings he has for you.

“What?”

Erwin chuckled and shrugged, “dance with me, and I’ll stop.” He stood up with a devilish grin on his face. “Just one dance?”

“Erwin, I don’ think this is the place-” you were cut off by Erwin scooping you up into his strong arms bridal style. You held onto him despite feeling utterly safe as he maneuvered his way out of the classroom. “Baby, where are you taking me?” you squealed with childlike giddy.

“To a place we can dance,” Erwin looked down at you with a wicked smile as he walked out of the building with you still cradled close to his chest. The soft drizzle of rain welcomed the both of you, which made you squeal and hurriedly attempt to cover your head.

“Erwin Smith, take me back inside before I kick your ass!”

“No, can do; you said we couldn’t dance in the classroom.” He sent a kind smile to the people passing by. “Besides, as sweet and sugary as you are, you won’t melt.”

“You don’t know that.” You smacked your hand against his chest, “I hate you right now.” The soft drizzle was gradually becoming a steady stream of droplets that made any efforts to protect your hair futile. With a huff, you gave up, allowing the rain to return your hair to its natural state gradually. “Happy now?”

Erwin kissed the tip of your nose before gently setting you back on your feet underneath a large canopy tree. The twinkle of mischief in his eyes was a stark contrast to the soft apologies that tumbled from his mouth. “I promise, messing up your hair was not part of the plan.” His eyes flitted up to your curling hair, a proud smile forming on his face, “I was right, though. You look absolutely amazing, darling.”

You rolled your eyes, hoping it’d distract from the bashful smile tugging on your lips. “One dance,” you held up a finger for emphasis. “That’s it.”

“Just the one,” he gently pressed his lips against yours. “Unless you beg for more.” His laugh rumbled in his chest like quiet thunder as you playfully swatted his arm.

“Well, Mr. DJ, what’re gonna dance to?”

“No idea,” Erwin admitted with a bashful smile, looking up from his phone. “Just wanted an excuse to hold you close.” The soft, familiar strumming of a guitar filled the air before he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

With an outstretched hand, he looked at you with such genuine adoration that for a second, you forgot how to breathe. You slipped your hand into his, allowing him to guide your hands towards his shoulders. It felt silly, dancing in the middle of campus in the rain, and at the same time, it felt so surreal, like you two were straight out of a book.

“Only fools rush in,” Erwin quietly sang as he slid his hands around your hips. “But I can’t help fallin’ in love with you.” He had a smooth, calming singing voice like he was born to be a crooner. He didn’t sing around others often, not sober at least, but something about you made him feel like it was the right thing to do at this moment. Every word that fell from his lips was for you, and you only as you both sway in time with the music. He was yours, and the look in your eyes told him you were his.

You pressed yourself closer to him, the rest of the world slipping away. He was too warm, made you feel too secure for it to be reality. And yet, here he was, the man you secretly fell for years ago was in your arms singing Can’t Help Falling in Love to you. The increasing heaviness of the rain or people staring didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except him.

“I-,” you jumped at the sound of your ringtone, sending you plummeting back to reality with wide eyes. “S-sorry, I gotta,” you trailed off sheepishly as you pulled your phone out of your pocket before accepting the facetime call.

Erwin paused the music for you, trying to stay as quiet as possible as he played with your newly formed curls. It was hard for him to fight back the awestruck look on his face as your hair seemed to grow curlier by the second.

“Did you do it? Please tell me you did? I’ll do it for you,” Sasha bombarded you once you answered. She paused with wide eyes at the sound of Erwin’s amused chuckle. “Oh, my- is that him? Hi, Erwinie!”

“Wait, she did it?” You could hear Connie yell from somewhere offscreen. “Ha! You owe me twenty!”

You smiled apologetically at Erwin, who seemed quite amused with the situation. “Hi, Sasha,” Erwin cut in, laughing at the way she swooned after he said her name. “If we’re being technical, I was the one who did it.”

“Ha! I only owe you ten,” she exclaimed, sending Connie a face before focusing back on you and Erwin. “She invited you to movie night, right?”

“About that, why don’t you two come over to my place? I’ll even cook.”

“Careful before I steal him from you,” Sasha laughed. She was practically drooling already at the thought of free food.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but there’s only one girl for me.” He looked down at you with a confident smile, “she’s all I want and need.”

“What about guys?”

“Ew, you two are so cute it’s gross,” Sasha talked over Connie. “Get off my phone before ya make me sick.”

“Gladly,” you mused, giggles bubbling in your chest. “See y’all later.” You hung up before they could say anything else and turned your focus to Erwin. “I feel the same way, just so you know. Think you’re it for me.”

“I sure hope so cause I don’t plan on losing you again.”

[happyselves]

Wine { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You were invited to a garden party, one of your neighbours was throwing one for the launch of his wine or something, you heard of it before receiving the invite in your mailbox. Weird cause you didn't really known anyone here since you just got here and that neighbour, he was never here but you know from his house that he was rich as fuck.

Anyways you weren't planning on going but free food convinced you, but what to wear now ... to a garden party ? At 7pm ... who does that ? He must be an arrogant prick. You were torn between a sexy dress or a chill outfit ... and you end up with a combination of both, a sexy top and a chill pants . You didn't forget your purse and took your keys, do you really want to drive there ? Well no you were living next door but you did make the walk barefoot cause you didn't want to have sore feet already.

You arrived at your destination and entered the huge house and gave your invitation to a security guy, he did look at you with questioning eyes cause first you still weren't wearing your shoes and secondly you weren't really the type of guest this reception was expecting. What the fuck were you doing here plus more you were actually looking more you didn't see any other neighbour that you recognize.( you didn't know them personal but you always greet them when you see them )

Your shoes back on you start to look around, pretty decoration, very aesthetic and very chic but simple, a bit like yours but you could see some helmets and paintings of cars ? Super cars like the one being driven on circuit ... Formula 1 it was called ... ohhh that would explain a lot about your neighbour ... he must be a F1 driver then. The curiosity was growing inside of you, you knew Lewis Hamilton from this sport, you mean ... knowing is a big word, you've heard his name and saw a picture of him from one of your friends somewhere. If all the drivers were as handsome as Hamilton then your neighbour was getting interesting. What was his name again dammit.

You found the food and took some, not too much to not sound like a bizarre person, you were already underdressed and you were alone, that does look suspect. Socializing wasn't really your forte but some of the guests came to talk to you, they were wearing chill outfits like yours, you felt relief in your heart, like a big weight lifting up, those you will stick to them all evening that was decided. They were his friend to that mysterious guy that you only remember the first letter D. So the friends of D were making you feel at home and asking you random stuff not pressuring you but making you feel so comfortable, so maybe D will not be a prick after all if his friends are this nice. One of his friends, Scott, directed you towards the true star of the party .... THE WINE !!

As soon as you tested it your taste buds went into paradise, the sweet texture, the raspberry taste that was prominent, you liked it right away and wanted to have more. During the whole evening you end up maybe drinking more than you should have and food wasn't making it better. You weren't drunk like a crazy drunk. You just felt more relaxed and laughed with D' friends until you excused yourself because you wanted some water and there was none in the living room. Scott points at you in the direction of the kitchen and tells him you will be back in a sec. His friends were so nice and it felt like you've always known them, they have the same vibe as you and you were already planning on seeing them again this week.

What was strange is that after all this time you still haven't seen the host of the evening, you thought he was speaking with everyone but you would have met by now, you were with his friend after all.

In your thought, the glass of wine in your hand you didn't see the tall person in front of you as you entered the kitchen and kinda crashed into him, the glass of wine ruining his cream pullover. Fuck ... you watch the red spot trying to clean it but you made it worse.

You : Oh I'm so sorry I was in my thoughts, my lord come down here.

You close your fist on his pull and bring him towards the sink without even looking at him or asking him if it was okay. The dude just follows you without complaining, you turn the water, get the closest thing you could get to help and clean it. You were so focused on the spot that you didn't notice he had put his hands on your arms, very warm hands and his chest was firm.

You : Nah take it off I won't be able to take the wine off on you.

Stranger : It's okay really

You hear his voice for the first time and what a voice, sweet like honey but deep as well, from what you could pick from it, he feels amused. You finally look up to see your interlocutor's face and you stay shocked at his, you couldn't react, you froze literally and your cheek went red ... he was handsome and you had way too many glasses of alcohol to behave like a normal being without being embarrassing. Trying your best to put some composure on you but of course he noticed it.

Stranger : We should introduce each other before you take off my clothes, don't you think ? He joked

You throw your name so quickly which made him giggle.

Stranger : Hi nice to meet I'm Daniel

He tried to shake your hand and that's where it hit you, Daniel !! Your neighbour Daniel, the host, the one with the wine !!! You were freaking out in your head but shook his hand

You : Oh I see, I was wondering where the host of the evening was, but I see hiding in the kitchen.

Dan : And I was wondering where the neighbour that my friend kept talking about was and invited me.

You were feeling the alcohol in you taking the place and you knew that the next phrase coming out of you will be out of character.

You : Well if I knew that you were this handsome and hiding here I would have come get water much sooner.

It was his turn to feel shy and scratch his hand, looking away from you he cleared his throat.

Dan : Well I know that's kinda impolite of me to not be with my guest but I've been on the phone all evening, it wasn't planned at all. I'm sorry, am I a bad neighbour ?

You : Don't apologize and you don't have to explain yourself, you are a busy man after all from what I saw. But not to sound too neat freak, your pull over might be ruined. I should be the one apologizing for that.

Dan : Oh it's okay it's not like it was my only clothes.

And with that he took it off, finally you whispered in your head, or by the face he just made you think it was in your head. Damnit ... again not in your head freaking wine

Dan : Ah I see you liked the wine ? I will give you some bottles then, free of charge in the house cause I'm a terrible host.

You both went silent, it wasn't awkward but he was curious about you and why you were looking at his chest like that ... he was wearing a white tee shirt underneath, not like he was naked.

For you it was the layered gold necklaces that threw you off, you loved men wearing jeweled jewelry especially because you had a thing for neck, large neck and god damn that an F1 driver had to have a large neck. You snapped out of it, almost feeling dizzy.

You : Wooo I'm sorry I zoned out ... I think it's the wine, I'm not a bad drinker but the raspberry touch in was my favorite.

You didn't notice you were getting closer to him, like night butterflies attracted to light, your hands were moving on their own, putting the wet tissue you had in one of your hands since you started cleaning his shirt, on the counter and bringing it to his necklaces playing with it. Daniel didn't move, he couldn't. It was like a flash of lightning was striking him down on his feet. He was looking at you helplessly, catching the counter with his hand to keep you both balanced cause he felt like his legs were about to give him up at this instant. That were he takes the time to admire you, how beautiful you were with that sunset lightning hitting you

from the window. His secondhand automatically pushed away the hair that was stopping him to look at your pretty face.

You : I don't know what's happening, you breath out

He heard you thought

Dan : I don't know either but it's not like I want to stop.

You lock eyes with each other and in a last movement you close your fingers against his necklaces, bringing him closer to you, collapsing your lips together, the taste of wine was intoxicating. He responds to your kiss instantly, slowly catching your lips and making you forget every kiss you had before him. You both were in sync, kissing slowly but deeply that it was sloppy. His hands were now on your hip, not letting you go and you were glad anyway cause you just couldn't have enough of this man. The romantic kiss turns to a more ferocious one, bringing teeth and tongue to the party. He was making you moan at every chance he gets cause it was already obsessed with the sound that was leaving your body. You were soon out of breath and had to make your lungs full of oxygens again so you were the first to break the kiss not without having him complaining with a groan.

Your eyes still close, you take a huge amount of air.

You : That was ...

You didn't had the time to finish

Dan : Unexpected

You both : but so good

You both opened your eyes at the same time, they were different from earlier, dark and full of lust for each other.

After a little while catching your breath you were both fighting the urge to kiss again but control yourself.

Dan : Well I'm so glad my friend invited you, they said I needed to know my neighbours, I thought they would invite everyone but I guess they only saw you.

You : Well I'm glad to have forced myself to come even if I didn't want to.

You both laughed and his hands joined yours on the counter, first caressing your skin before intertwining your fingers.

Dan : So do you think it would be impolite of me to just tell everyone to leave ?

That picked the curiosity in you

You : Perhaps yes, since you didn't even show up but I might have an idea.

Dan : I'm listening ...

You : You could simply eclipse yourself by the back door with a couple of wine bottles and I join you outside so we can go to my place and finish whatever is going on between us right now.

Dan : Ouuhhh I dig that plan a lot.

He quickly catch oyu lips before leaving them again

Dan : Meet you outside at 5 ?

You : Yes

You find your best lie to excuse yourself from Daniel's friends, telling them that the wine was getting into your head and that you needed to go home, it wasn't technically a lie though. Of course they ask you if you needed someone to come with you until you're home safe but you reassure them that it was only 200meters away and they let you go.

You felt like a teenager again, meeting Daniel outside of his own house, ruining as quick as you could to go back to your house and spend the most scandalous night you ever experienced with a man.

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shikamaru x reader fic change chapter two

tw : drinking, smoking, shikamarus a little meanie

link to chapter one here

you sat down and poured yourself a shot of lemon bacardi. it was 22:43, outside was dark but the summer air was humid. you were already a little tipsy, waiting for shikamaru and his friends to arrive to the party. butterfly effect by travis scott was playing in the background, and the led lights changed colors around the room. your friends talked amongst you while you started to roll up a blunt. already tons of people had shown up to the party, a lot of faces you recognized in high school.

“so, shikamaru said he’s coming by with some of his friends and i want you guys to meet him. i bet his friends are gonna be cute cause his roommate was.” you giggled as you started to pack the blunt, being careful not to drop any of the weed.

“some eye candy huh?” ino asked already extremely plastered. ino was hilarious when she was drunk, not caring what comes out of her mouth, usually stating her mind. you already knew she was gonna be flirting with the guys when they got here.

“yeah we can only hope. most guys here are frat boys, i’m sick of looking at them.” mikasa laughed out, bringing her red solo cup up to her lips. mikasa was also clearly drunk. “oh by the way y/n how’d that go earlier?”

“it went good, he really noticed that i changed and i’m surprised he wanted to come to this party tonight when i invited him. he used to not even wanna be seen in public with me.” you rolled your eyes thinking about how much of an outcast he used to make you feel.

not too long after, shikamaru walked in with his group of friends to the led lights still flashing slowly, orange soda by baby keem now playing. he immediately looked around the house for you.

he already caught most girls attention in the room, no girl trying to hide their obvious stares, which he ignored. he found you after a few minutes of walking by drunk and dancing people. you were already intoxicated, blunt in hand about to be lit up.

“yo y/n !” shikamaru called out, walking up to you and your friends.

“oh, hey shikamaru. you made it and you brought your friends.” you commented, grinning at them.

“yeah, this is kiba which you already met earlier, naruto, deidara, sai, and sasuke.”

“nice to meet you guys i’m y/n and this is mikasa, ino, hinata, and sasha.” you pointed to each one of your friends while you called out their name. “now that we all met each other let’s take some shots, yeah?” you said already pouring up the bacardi in some little plastic shot glasses.

“bacardi hm? you be drinking rum like that?” deidara asked taking the shot you handed to him.

“i don’t usually go for bacardi, my preference is dark liquor. i like henny.” you answered truthfully, downing your shot with a sour look on your face and grabbing a lighter from your pocket to spark up the blunt.

“hennessy? wow i like you already. so you’re from around here? shikamaru never mentioned you guys were friends.” he asked. shikamaru stayed silent as he took the shot, eyeing you down as you already looked like you were about to black out.

“yeah i am actually. i’ve been gone for a few months but i just got back recently. also not surprised. he switched up on me in high school.” you teased looking over at shikamaru, and taking a hit of the blunt.

shikamaru gave you a pointed look and sat the shot down on a nearby table. “not true, i never switched up on you. but i could say the same for you. you deny you’re different but you clearly are.”

“yeah right shika, just cause i look a little different doesn’t mean i switched up on you.” you answered back, noticing the tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“anyways, i’m glad you guys came let’s finish this blunt and go play some beer pong, yeah?”

“sounds good.”

“i’m down.”

“y/n, be my partner?” deidara asked.

“sure, as long as you don’t make us look bad.” you giggled, pausing the blunt over to him.

“yeah right, if anything i’m gonna be the one hitting all the cups .” he said taking the blunt from your fingers.

“mm yeah we’ll see.”

you guys played pong for a while, you and deidara actually did a decent job, surprisingly winning most of the games. it was fun, and you noticed how competitive shikamaru and his friends were.

ino suggested you guys sit in a room and play a game of truth or dare which everyone agreed on. the game was pretty intense, involving ino and sai making out, which even after the dare was over they didn’t bother to stop, naruto doing body shots off hinata, and now it was your turn to pick truth or dare.

“y/n truth or dare?” hinata asked.

“i’ll take a risk and choose dare.” you smirked.

“okay, umm i dare you to kiss deidara.”

everyone in the room looked around at each other while you sat there and blushed. shikamaru was looking at both you and deidara, hiding the fact that he was annoyed from the dare. his face was blank but on the inside he was boiling.

“okay.. say less.” you responded crawling over to where deidara was sitting. you closed your eyes and licked your bottom lip before pecking him lightly, then steadily sneaking your tongue in his mouth.

the kids turned into a quick make out session, slow passionate kissing, with some touching. his hands traveled down your body, and grabbed your ass. everyone in the room watched and whistled at you guys.

shikamaru sat quietly, his body feeling like it was burning up while he watched intently. it took everything out of him not to get upset, but he couldn’t help himself. not when deidara out of all people had his tongue down your throat.

a couple of games later it was now shikamaru’s turn to ask someone truth or dare, he was still annoyed over the fact that you and deidara were all over each other, maybe even jealous, so him being an asshole decided to pick you once again,

“y/n, truth or dare?” he asked, a fake smile appearing on his lips.

“i’ll pick truth this time.”

“okay.. is it true that you used to be a loser for a majority of your life?” the room fell silent, the smile still on shikamaru’s face. your friends had their mouths opened trying to chime in and say something to defend you, wondering why he would ask such a rude truth. a few of shikamaru’s friends were geeking silently, trying to hold in their laughs.

you scowled your brows and stared at him in disbelief. you thought maybe since you looked and acted different that shikamaru would pay attention to you, in a positive way. you thought wrong. he was still an ass.

“yeah it’s true.” you spat out. “this games dumb i’m gonna go get some jungle juice.”

getting up from your spot and walking out of the room your friends got up and trailed behind you, a disappointed look in their faces as they followed you out.

“come on man? why would you do that? i was about to score with her!” deidara called out at him.

“my fault bro, there’s plenty of other badder girls here. she was starting to annoy me.” shikamaru shrugged getting up to explore the rest of the party, while his friends got up and did the same.

you left the party that night hurt and confused. one point you were having fun and all of a sudden shikamaru was acting out of character. you got that he was an asshole now, but never did he embarrass you like that in front of others. if this was how shikamaru was gonna be then you decided you would be fine without him.

it’s been a few days since the party. you were sulking in bed, watching anime. it sucked that you had to leave shikamaru behind. you wanted him to see you as more than just a loser. it felt like everything you did to change yourself was for no reason and you—

*buzz*

your thoughts were interrupted by a vibrate of your phone. you groaned as you sat up to reach for it. to your surprise it was a text from shikamaru.

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