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jarofstyles · 4 years ago

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SK8ER BOI II- Ollie

A/N: oooOOOO here we go! a little more development before the rollercoaster starts. The little angsty elements make it that much more exciting though. Enjoy! - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: drug use (weed), cheating, smut, ass play

word count: 10.5k

The next day at school, it wasn’t hard to find Y/N. She stood with her friends as Harry skated past, waving at her as he went by. His black sweater and jeans were practical and normal wear.

“Since when were you friends with him?” One of her friends asked with raised brows. “He’s not the most social of them all.”

It was true. Harry tended to keep to himself and minded his own business, stayed with his group of friends and didn’t bother anyone. He hooked up at parties to be people’s bad boy fantasies and all that but he wasn’t much of a talker in social situations. Not a lot was known about him besides he smoked weed, drank, hooked up and was generally a nice guy. You could label him a stoner skater and it wouldn’t be wrong.

It was really nice to see Harry, Y/N thought it was cute that he waved when he skated past. It did bring a smile to her face. “Oh, we’re assigned partners for Mr. Beck’s anatomy class.” Y/N explained, “he’s actually really nice. Easy to work with.” She nodded and noticed Timmy looking at her with furrowed brows. “I’m going over again on Friday to work on it.” She let him know, wrapping her arm around his waist from behind and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You alright?” Of course Y/N just had to act as she would normally, she couldn’t let anyone know of her little secret. It wasn’t that hard keeping up with Timmy though, she did genuinely care about him and affection was her immediate way of interacting with him. Hugs, kisses, nothing had changed really.

“Nothing, babe, was just curious.” Timothée smiled down at her and leaned down to peck her lips. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, that spark really wasn’t there.

Even Harry noticed, there was no chemistry. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned against the tree with Niall talking Zayn’s ear off, watching the couple. It looked like they were friendly but the guys’ arm stayed on her arm. The boy didn’t loop around her waist, didn’t hold her body closer— no. It was a very obvious thing to him now more than ever.

“I’m positive he’s not into girls.” Harry said. “Nothing wrong with it but... Y/N’s hot. He’s literally not touching her at all.” He spoke lowly. His friends didn’t know he was hooking up with her and it was normal for him to have random outbursts like this so it was okay for him to say.

“Ya think? He looks sickly whenever she kisses him.” Niall snickered. “It’s fine but, he shouldn’t string the poor girl along.”

Harry agreed.

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The rest of the week went by just fine but realistically Y/N was excited for Friday. Maybe it was bad of her to get all ready for him as if they were a thing, but she wanted to feel nice and look nice for him even if it was just someone she was hooking up with. Y/N had taken extra precautions, telling her mom she was working on a project with a friend but she might go to Timmy’s after to spend the night. Now. Y/N wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying, but just in case. She wanted to have as much time with Harry as she possibly could. So, she got dropped off at Harry’s around 5 after dinner, her heart beat picking up again. She had worn a set of underwear with little hearts on it, thinking it was cute. Y/N didn’t feel comfortable wearing overly sexy sets, they just weren’t her. Hopefully Harry would think they were cute. She wasn’t even sure if they were for real going to do stuff again, but she could only assume so.

He had kept an eye on Y/N and Timmy for the rest of the week and struggled to understand why Y/N was still with the dude. He didn’t pay her much attention. Sure, he would kiss her head or rub her arm but there was no physical affection. From what Harry has seen, Y/N thrived off of being touched. It must be really hard for her. He didn’t know why she went for that and stood for the treatment especially when she was barely getting anything out of the agreement. It confused the fuck out of him. Either way, he tried to stay out of it. the house was clean and Y/N was coming over and he had questions for her, so he would ask them later. He figured if it ran late enough he could order pizza and bring her home. Or whatever she was doing next. It was Friday. He was just planning on smoking and using his telescope.

Y/N texted him saying she was there and smiled up at him when he opened the door. Just as last time, the kitties came running over to greet her and she couldn’t help but smile, again dropping down to pet them all.

“Hi my angels!! I missed you.” She giggled, letting one of them climb up onto her lap. She picked it up and nuzzled against it, pressing a kiss to its nose and hummed as it purred and went to kiss her nose. “Awe, thank you!” She cooed, setting it back down. She stood up when she heard Harry clear his throat, blushing a little. “Hi.” She giggled and brushed her skirt down. Y/N took her shoes off as usual and left them by the door before following him up the stairs to his bedroom. She’d noticed he had candles lit this time, had some fairy lights going too. Was he setting the mood? “It looks nice in here.” She complimented, taking a seat on his bed. “How was your week?” She asked, wanting to make some kind of conversation because she really didn’t want to just blurt out about how she’d been thinking about his dick the whole week.

“Thanks. M’gonna smoke a bit and look at my telescopes later so I made it cozy.” Harry shrugged. Also, it would be easier for her to be comfortable around him. A good atmosphere was important. “What about you?” He laid his laptop out on his bed. Today he was in comfortable clothes. A sweatshirt and joggers but— it was kind of hot. He had a tank top underneath, so he slid it off and let himself be clothed in just the tank. It showed off a nice amount of tattoos. His parents were cool like that. They let him get them as long as he did well. Said it was his body and his choice to regret it if he did one day. “Ah, Muffin likes you.” The orange kitty weaved around her legs, mewing to be picked up. It did indeed love Y/N and her good energy.

“Is that what you do most nights then?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if astronomy was something he was majorly into. “Didn’t know you were into astronomy.... then again, I don’t know a lot about you so.” Y/N chuckled and blushed, swallowing thickly as she admired his tattoos. “Those are really nice by the way.” She spoke, nodding to his arm. Y/N knew she was awkward with making conversation, but hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to hear more about him if he let her. “I’m supposed to go to Timmy’s later.” She explained, knowing he probably wouldn’t like that. Truth be told, she’d rather stay here with Harry, but she hadn’t spent any time with her boyfriend this week and she felt bad. “Hi muffin.” She cooed down at the kitten in her lap, “you get as cozy as you’d like, okay?” She told the cat not expecting it to respond with a meow. Y/N looked at Harry with wide eyes when it happened, “oh my goodness!!”

He laughed under his breath. She was going to her boyfriends after getting her shit wrecked by Harry? Part of him liked it. She would go and think about how Harry was by far a better choice. There were no ifs ands or buts. He was annoyed on another part because he wasn’t sure why she kept giving the dude the tone of day, but apparently that wasn’t his business. A slight smile came on his face as he looked at her with the cat in her, astonished that she had talked back to her.

“She likes you quite a bit.” He commented, bringing his computer to his lap. “But thanks, about the tattoos. I love em. And I love astronomy. The stars and all that stuff. My dad works at NASA, so I’d like to go there too.” He hummed. “Not an astronaut cause, I’d go crazy being trapped in a ship but... learning about it. It’s cool.”

Y/N was surprised to hear it, but her heart did swell. Something about men that loved the stars made her all gooey because they were naturally dreamers regardless if they saw it that way or not. She knew Harry was artsy, liked that he was in fact, it gave him a lot more depth. Fuck. She needed to stop thinking that way.

“That’s so cool! You have to be really smart for that.” Y/N said, knowing he must have to be a genius to work for NASA. It was an extremely complicated job, lots of math involved, but Harry seemed to be somewhat offended at her question. “No, no— I didn’t mean it like that, I just.. sorry, I knew you were smart I just. I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” She spoke, feeling herself blush. He was far smarter than her that’s for sure. She of course was just trying to be a teacher, well.. she didn’t quite know what she wanted to be yet. Y/N was often stuck in feeling like she didn’t really have a purpose.

“It’s cool, I get it. A miswording.” Harry chuckled as he saw her panic that she offended him. He was used to people putting him off as a lazy student because of his looks and calm demeanor. But she obviously didn’t mean it. “Yeah, it’s what I want to do. Lucky my dad is there but I’m not gonna get a job by slacking, so I make sure to get A’s. A lot of people don’t expect it of me but it’s fun. School is really easy for me.” He didn’t have to try. He was that lucky bitch. It came to him naturally. “But what about you? What do you want to do?” He was curious what she would be interested in. If she wanted to be something specific or if she was figuring it out. He could see her doing something artsy or with literature. She seemed to be a bit bookish when it came to that.

Y/N was happy to know he did well in school, glad he found it easy because she was often panicked with how difficult it could be whenever there was all too much going on. “I think that’s great though, it’s nice to have a passion.” She said, petting the kitty in her lap. “I um... I don’t really know yet. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, cause I really like little kids and I’d really like to help them learn.” Y/N explained, “but sometimes I wonder what else I could do? I second guess myself a lot.” It was a struggle for her internally but she knew she’d figure it out eventually. She did have lots of passions, writing being one of them, she just didn’t think it was worth the stress of money. She let out a deep breath, watching the cat jump out of her lap to get some attention from Harry. She went to work on the project wanting to get a lot done so that they could do stuff, if of course he wanted to. Again, she didn’t want to assume that it was a more than one time thing.

“It’s okay. It’s definitely hard. You don’t have to know now. I’m lucky cause my parents just let me find what I like and I was early on with what I liked. They put a pressure on us to know right now and we don’t have to.” Harry shrugged. “My whole side of my dad’s family is into space and engineering. It was funny when he married my mum because they’re kind of opposite? He’s practical in work but goofy as shit at home. My mom is like... the best. But she’s the one who makes sure my dad doesn’t just buy a Jeep for the fuck of it.” He laughed. Their careers and their personalities matched well though. It was easy to open up to Y/N because she genuinely seemed interested in what he had to say. Plus, it wasn’t classified information. “What do you like? You should try and look into stuff that’s like... that you’ll enjoy. No sense in working a job you hate forever.”

“Your parents seem really cool.” Y/N smiled brightly at him, genuinely happy that he had a good life. Harry didn’t deserve to feel hurt ever. No. He had a good head on his shoulders and a great support system. She felt like there was a spot for a nice girl in his life, but it seemed like he wasn’t actively searching for one? Maybe that was a sore subject. She let out a breath, “I really like writing, it’s fun for me to express myself in that way. But I don’t think I’d be a very good writer as a job or anything. That’s mainly why I said I’d be happy with teaching, cause I know I couldn’t ever be upset knowing I’m teaching little kids something... giving them a good example. Know how important it is to have good teachers that make you feel comfortable.” Y/N was really enjoying just getting to know Harry. It was easy talking to him, he was lovely, really. No judgement at all and of course he gave great advice. It was then that she got interrupted by a call. It was Timmy.

“Hey... is everything alright?” She knew he wouldn’t call unless it was urgent.

“Hey, Uh... I don’t think we can do Tonight. We’re super busy with the committee and planning stuff and I wouldn’t be good company.” He said distractedly. He was very focused on being student body president again and he took it far too seriously. “We can go out one day next week? It’ll calm down after I get reelected!” No it wouldn’t. He was always coming up with excuses. “But— sorry, they got food and we’re working on a new slogan for the posters. I’ll talk to you later, sorry.”

Harry could see her face fall and her lip start to tremble. He immediately felt concern, moving to sit up more on the bed and tilted his head as she let the phone fall on the bed. “Hey... what’s up?” He asked gently. Not sure what was going on but knowing that he probably should be concerned by the look on her face. “What happened?”

Of course. Excuses as usual. Y/N was trying, trying really hard to be a good girlfriend or whatever the fuck she was. God, she wanted to have a nice conversation with him today, ask him what had been up with him recently but he had been avoiding her like the plague. He didn’t like her even as a friend? Was that it? Even if he was gay, she could only hope he would tell her instead of stringing her along. Y/N wasn’t sure what to do because realistically it shouldn’t hurt her this much, but she had been with him for three whole years, been best friends before that. Course it hurts. Y/N swallowed thickly, tears starting to fall down her face as she looked at Harry. He’d think it was stupid. It was no secret that Harry didn’t like Timothée, at least to her at least. She didn’t want to look stupid.

“Timmy he’s busy with the campaign is stuff... said we can’t hang out.” Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes. She was crying more so cause she was embarrassed. She felt like everyone knew and she was just getting dragged along.

Anger welled in him. How many times was this asshole going to hurt her heart? How could he not see he was selfishly dragging this shit out and leading her on when she could be out of that relationship and be shown an actual thing or two about a man.

“No... Y/N, don’t cry.” He whispered. Internally, he felt panicked but he moved over to where she sat and placed an arm around her. “It’s alright. He’s a loser for that. But I feel like there’s more to why you’re so upset about it.” He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her the best he possibly could. “Does he do this a lot?” He was curious, trying to understand her complete meltdown now from him not wanting to hang out. It had to be a common thing if she was this upset over it.

Hearing the words ‘dont cry’ only made her cry more, hiding her face in his chest. She didn’t trust her voice yet, a sob coming from her as she nodded her head to let him know it was a regular thing.

“Sorry...” She sniffled, trying to catch her breath properly. “I’m just embarrassed...” Y/N explained, “cause he just— he’d rather do anything than hang out with me.... and you know, now I’m suspecting he might not be straight, but to his knowledge he still thinks I don’t know. So he’s just— I don’t want to pressure him into coming out if he isn’t ready either! What if he isn't?” She felt more tears fall, wiping them aggressively. “Feel really stupid for being upset cause I feel like everyone knows except for me, and he’s just dragging me along and isn’t even trying to fake it— just hurts cause you know, thought he’d want to at least hang out with me cause he thinks I’m cool or whatever but apparent not.” Y/N felt very hurt, her heart cracking because she felt like everything was falling apart quite quickly and she didn’t want to just dump it all on Harry like this.

“Woah... hold on there. He’s the idiot, bunny.” He left a pet name slip. “What type of person does that shit to someone else? You are very cool. Very pretty. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s a him issue. A hundred percent not a you thing, love.” He was positive about that. Y/N hadn’t done anything to deserve this, at all. It made him sad to think that she could possibly be feeling as though it’s genuinely her fault. “It’s not stupid to be upset either. It’s valid. Doesn’t matter if he's straight or not. He’s pushing and stringing you along and not giving you anything but a title for it. I watched you both this week a bit. Sorry If that’s creepy but... he doesn’t treat you right. Even as a friend.” He explained. It made him so sad to think that the boy was hurting her for no damn reason. “Can I tell you something? I was wicked excited to hang out with you today. I've been looking forward to it all week. I don’t like hanging with lame people so... you’re definitely very cool.”

Y/N chuckled at his comment, sniffling a bit. “Are you sure you weren’t excited because you knew you’d get some?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Y/N wasn’t assuming he was like that, but no part of her believed she was cool enough for Harry and her tone displayed that. Harry was being very sweet to her and he absolutely didn’t have to. She could have just excused herself and collected herself and carried on with the project but he was being insistent on calming her down. She let out shaky breaths, staying snuggled into his chest because she found it to be the most comfortable thing. “Sorry I’m crying all over your shirt.” Y/N chuckled and pulled back, looking up at him with her eyes all blown. She liked him. She liked him a lot but she knew that he wouldn’t want to be involved with someone like her. She was such a baby and was scared of everything. She didn’t do drugs, didn’t go to parties, she wasn’t sexy. She just minded her business and watched anime at home.

“Woah... no, that wasn’t why I was excited. I mean, I was hoping we would do something but I wasn’t gonna push it if it didn't feel right. You’re a genuinely cool girl, Y/N. I don’t have a ton of Friends so like... it’s cool to find someone I think I can be friends with.” He was sad she felt that perhaps that was her only worth to him. It wasn’t at all. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about the shirt, I don’t want you to be sad.” He continued rubbing her back gently. Poor Y/N. She was a mess in her mind. “But you’re a lot more than just a hookup. To anyone. You’ve got a ton of worth and you’re fun to be around regardless.” He didn’t like the thought of her being sad. “We can just hang out after we finish the part we’re working on. We’re already ahead. I’ll uh... I can show you some constellations if you wanted?”

It really did mean a lot to her to hear him say that. Y/N always felt that she was constantly in her boyfriend’s shadow, always being called ‘Timmy’s girlfriend’ and never by her name at times. Y/N wanted to be her own person, liked that that’s how Harry saw her. It made her feel all warm inside. Her eyes rested up again but she didn’t cry, a smile finding its way to her face before she practically jumped him with a hug. Y/N squeezed him tight, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Thank you.” She mumbled quietly against his shoulder, holding on to him tight for a while.

“I’d really like that.. the constellations.” She told him quietly as she loosened her grip, but stayed hugging him closely. It felt really nice.

“Great. There’s a ladder I have— we can get up to the roof and look at ‘em. It’s safe.” He had been up there so much that there was a railing on the roof his dad hired someone to put up. Just in case. “In the meantime, I can order pizza or something while we work? By the time it gets here we’ll be done.” He suggested. Feeling the nod in his neck he smiled, grabbing his phone and calling his favorite pizza place.

She had stayed in his lap while he ordered, his fingers going up and down her side as he got them a cheese and pepperoni as well as some of those cinnamon dessert sticks. She needed it after a hard day. Harry didn’t like physical touch all that much when it came to strangers but he already considered her a friend.

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Working went by rather quickly after her little cry, they’d both decided they had done a lot of work today so they started packing up and Y/N was getting more relaxed. She had put her stuff in her backpack and moved it off of his bed by the door so they had more space. He was getting ready to go outside, gathering some things.

“Know you said you were going to smoke, you still can if you want, don’t want to ruin your night.” Y/N said softly, standing beside him as he opened the door to the roof. It was really cool how he had a place to look at all of the stars, his family must be extremely proud of him.

Harry helped her climb up and gave her a blanket to lay out while he brought all of his stuff up. He seemed really excited to be doing all of this and that made her smile, she was excited to get to know him on this level, hear him talk about things he was passionate about.

In Harry’s eyes, she couldn’t ruin his night. Not when she was excited to learn about the stars and things like that. She didn’t make fun. Instead she accepted his passion and was eager to have him explain. He grabbed some of his equipment, bringing it up so they could look at the planets visible if they wanted to. The door was closed so the cats didn’t follow them up there, Harry also bringing a sweatshirt for her to wear. It felt weird, giving a girl a piece of clothing to wear. Usually he hooked up and left. But Y/N deserved more respect than that. She was hurting.

“Here— Uh, you can wear this cause it’s a bit chilly.” He murmured, handing it to her to put on as he put the telescope down and sat down next to her. She did, and he was happy because it was getting nippy out even though during the day it had been warm. “Let’s see... let’s look at constellations first and then I can show you my telescope and see other stuff.”

Y/N felt really cozy now that she was wrapped up in the warmth of Harry’s sweatshirt. She’d seen him wear it earlier, he also wore it to school. It was a big navy one that said, don’t trip. She knew that this didn’t mean anything though, he just didn’t want her to be cold is all. She pulled the sleeves up over her hands, pawing them up for optimum comfort and laid back on the blankets with him so it was easier to see. She scooted closer, looking up at the clear night sky. It was quite dark outside, but the moonlight illuminated everything just enough for them to be able to see what they were doing. Y/N was looking up at a bunch of stars, clearly, but she only knew a few constellations.

“Alright then, educate me, Mr. Styles.” She said with a small hum, just joking around with him.

“Starting simple I suppose. So... up there.” Harry pointed, getting close to her so they would have similar lines of sight. “That’s the Little Dipper. And right over there? The big one.” He traced them outline with his finger. “When I was little I wanted to be a star. Everyone thought I meant like an actor or something but no. I literally meant I wanted to be one of the stars.” He chuckled. “I study them instead. But it gets a bit overwhelming sometimes.” He adjusted his body so theirs were pushed together for optimum warmth and accuracy. “Each of the stars that makes up the constellation is a different galaxy. Our sun is a star. Isn’t that wild? Like... we are the stars in other universes. We are in their sky.” He paused. “At least if you believe in that sort of things. I do.

Y/N moved so that she was laying on the inner part of his arm, closer to his chest. It was a lot easier to look at them this way. She gasped as he pointed out the two, smiling because it really was beautiful. “You know... I have freckles that look like a Little Dipper on my arm.” She was really proud of that, and felt like he would appreciate the little fact. “Aren’t some of them like... based on Greek myth and stuff?” She asked curiously, naturally nerdy about those types of things. Y/N liked all kinds of mythological stories, loved hearing about what they were meant to teach people. She didn’t necessarily believe, but sometimes she wanted to.

Harry was very comfortable to lay on. They hadn’t exactly cuddled like this before, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time they did this because she was much calmer now. She felt a lot more relaxed.

“Mhm. There’s Orion and his belt. The seven sisters. You can see them over there.” He pointed each one out. “The seven sisters is a star cluster that I particularly like. I always wonder what lies behind them. If it’s incredibly hot wherever it is because of the nearness of the stars.” He liked feeling her lay on him like this. It was relaxing. She was good to lay around with. “I suppose we’ll never know the absolute truth, unless a new technology comes out that allows us to go light years. Or aliens. Either way.” He was joking but also, not really. He believed in aliens. “Over there is the Gemini constellation. The twins. Also an astrological sign. Leo, the lion. Pisces. Represents Aphrodite and Eros tying themselves together to escape typhon, the worst monster in mythology.” Harry murmured. “I sit for hours out here and just stare. I know it’s a bit weird but it’s comforting at the same time it’s scary. That we’re so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things but... our beings can mean the world to someone else.”

Y/N nodded along, listening intently as he spoke. The sound of his voice alone was soothing, but she found herself turning her head to look at him instead of the stars an awful lot. She thought he was beautiful, especially in the moonlight. She needed to cut it out though. He was a good friend to her, she shouldn’t be getting too ahead of herself when she had just found something good.

“Think it’s really cool... always wondered about stuff like that. Space is really scary but very fascinating.” She said and let out a sigh, “if you ever want to talk about it more, we can...” Y/N blushed, genuinely wanting to hear random space facts if that was something he wanted to do.

She was finding that the little crush she’d always had on him was for good reason. He was a really cool guy. Really really cool. He was so relaxed and laid back, the amount of calmness he displayed was incredible. Maybe hanging out with him more would teach her to relax better.

“Yeah? You’re cool, Y/N.” Harry smiled at her efforts. She was really trying. Really, really trying to be a good friend to him and god if it didn’t make him want to make out with her. “Did you want to smoke with me? If not, I can sit at the roof door and we can talk from a distance so you don’t get any of the smoke.” He questioned. Harry didn’t want to pressure her but he did feel like perhaps she would like it. “It’s not scary or anything.” He could see her internal debate. “You’ll probably cough a bit at first. Some people are different. You’ll also probably be hungry, and it does make you a bit more horny than normal. At least it does for me, 100%.” He laughed. Y/N could benefit from it. “But I like it cause it makes me feel a lot more relaxed and loosened up. It feels nice to not worry about tests or the future for a bit.”

Y/N looked at him with a bashful but curious gaze, “I um... yeah, I’d like to.” She said with a nod. It seemed like a good idea, relaxing? being hungry and horny? Sign her up. She knew he wouldn’t put her up to anything that could endanger her, besides, he did it all the time and he was just fine. She sat up and watched as he took out a little box, pulling out a ziplock bag of green clusters and a circular object. Y/N watched as he broke about a green cluster and placed it into the object, twisting it to grind up the weed. He meticulously rolled up one perfectly packed joint, pulling out a lighter before setting the box to the side. She was a little nervous, but he made it look so easy. Y/N watched as he lit it and inhaled with ease, it looked simple enough. She just had to breathe in. He passed it to her with no rush and she brought it to her lips and inhaled. Y/N felt the smoke fill her lungs but she did start coughing, getting used to the sensation.

“That was so weird.” She laughed a bit as she coughed but took another hit nonetheless, this time a bit more prepared.

“Yeah, it can be trippy when you first try and do it but it gets better.” Harry smiled at her attempts. It was admirable that she was so easily trying new things. It was something he liked about her. She didn’t judge much. They passed it back and forth and Harry had the bright idea to move everything inside before he was too lazy to, first bringing down the telescope and then helping her down the stairs.

“Wait— look at this. Lay on the bed.” He grinned, watching her confused face. He turned the lights down and flicked on the star projector that filled the room with many star-like projections. It made his room look like space. Even better when high. He hopped next to her in his bed. “What do you think?”

Y/N knew that she’d feel all floaty when high, but this was really cool. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She carefully maneuvered down from the roof with Harry’s help, pulling off the hoodie because she suddenly felt very warm.

“Woah!” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked around the room. “You didn’t show me this last time!” She looked at him with a look of wonder. It was very much amusing. She laid back and closed her eyes a bit, just soaking in the moment and how much it smelled like him in his bed. “Feels really nice...” She said lazily to him, “can you come here please?” Y/N asked, her voice going all cute and soft. She just wanted to cuddle again. On the roof it was really nice and she thought it would be even nicer on a bed.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry liked her clingy. She was lovely this way. Being high made her ask for things she wanted, apparently and that was good for his sake. He immediately was met as a cuddly Y/N when he moved closer to her, letting her curl up next to him. Harry was feeling things out but he was curious to know what she liked. What she would want to do if they continued hanging out.

“How do you feel? Both being high and hanging out with me?” He wanted to show her how it felt to have a true friend. Someone who treated her nicely. That oui oui baguette boy obviously didn’t treat her how she needed to be treated. “You want to be friends with me, right? Cause we could do this shit all the time. I smoke with Zayn and Niall but they’re like, suuuuuper obnoxious with it.”

Y/N happily swooped her leg over Harry’s hip, her arm moving around his waist while her head rested on his chest. She sighed feeling finally comfortable, letting out slow and relaxed breaths as he spoke.

“I feel... floaty. Like, I have no thoughts yet somehow I can form sentences? It’s strange, but very cool.” Y/N giggled and shifted her head so she could breath in his scent a bit better. “I do want to be friends with you, you’re really nice.” Y/N spoke honestly, “if you would rather smoke with me or just hang out, we can hang out whenever you want...” Now that she was high she wasn’t really thinking about how things came out, she was sort of just saying them and hoping for the best. “I’m hungry.” She mumbled, “but I’m also comfy.” Y/N huffed, making it out to be the biggest dilemma in human history. She sat up though, remembered they had gotten pizza and smiled when she saw it sitting over on the coffee table. “Harry! You’re a genius!” She smiled and went to grab his cheeks. She kissed him once and got up to go grab the box to bring over to them.

He was surprised at how quickly she had kissed him, scurrying over time the pizza box and coming back to him. It was amazing. Y/N was sitting there looking all sorts of innocent when she had just kissed him and not even thought twice about it. She was munching happily on the pizza and he took a piece as well, letting her get comfy as they sat up on the bed to eat.

“I’m glad you want to hang out with me. I’m a cool guy sometimes, I think.” He had been told many a time that he was cool by his friends but it felt good to know she wanted to be around.

“I think you’ll like my friends. They’re idiots but they mean well.” He did love his friends even when they were stupid. They went to parties together and mooched off of the free alcohol. “But I definitely don’t kiss my friends like I do with you. Nothin’ against them, they’re attractive but, I’m not into beer breath.”

Y/N did a little happy dance while she munched on her pizza, focusing on getting as much as she could into her belly because it seemed like she could swallow the whole earth. “You are a cool guy. The coolest. Everyone at school wants to be friends with you.” She said honestly, knowing the hot gossip. “But I win.” She giggled, taking a sip of her water that she had laying next to her. Y/N felt herself getting full but then again she did just finish her third slice. The cinnamon sticks were her next victims, she let out a moan at the taste. “Really? Well, I don’t really kiss anyone like I kiss you anyway so....” Y/N shrugged, basically saying that he was the only person she kissed with passion and desire. Yeah she kissed Timothée but kissing him was more of a chore now that their relationship was falling apart.

“Yeah? That's a good stroke to my ego.” He did like knowing Y/N was happy with kissing him like that. He couldn’t help but be a bit proud of that. “You’re a great kisser. But if you keep moaning like that I’m gonna be tempted to bend you over.” His threat was lazy but he would happily play with her again. He wasn’t sure about fucking her. He didn’t want her to regret it. But she had the best ass and beautiful tits and he wanted to see her naked. “What? Don’t look shocked. You’re makin’ me hard with that moaning over food. You’ve got a sexy as fuck voice. I like Hearing it. Plus, I’m already attracted to you and know what your pussy tastes like so the weed isn’t helping my cock.”

“Well, I am a bit shocked.” Y/N chuckled, “Didn’t realize I was doing anything.” She blushed, putting the cinnamon sticks down because now they were getting into some serious talk. “I like when you talk like that..” Y/N told him, smoothing over her skirt a bit to try and distract herself but it definitely wasn’t working. The weed was definitely giving her a bit of confidence, mostly because her anxiety was shut off and she was just speaking freely. Of course, she still had that sweet innocence to her, that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tired. “Obviously haven’t done anything except for what we did the other day so... know I’m not exactly the sexiest.” She chuckled and looked up at him. She was aware of some of the different things you could do during sex but she wasn’t one to research. It made her feel gross watching other people, most because she didn’t find the men attractive and that was kind of the most important part.

“You’re sexy. Don’t say that about yourself cause you 100% are incredibly sexy.” Harry stopped that right away. He didn’t like her thinking that she was anything but a sexy little thing. “I love your innocence but... trust me. The used panties I came all over prove that you’re hot as fuck. You’ve got a dirty side. Just haven’t tapped into it yet.” He hummed. “I’m glad to know that you like me talking like that. You’ll be happy to know that I am willing to teach you or talk to you about anything you’d want to know, including sex. That much I am a very hands on teacher.” He wiggled his brows to make her laugh. “Do you wanna know somethin?” He asked. When he got the curious look he continued. “I couldn’t stop staring at your ass the other day. When you wore leggings. You stood right in front of the tree my friends and I stand outside of. You got excited and jumped a bit and your ass jiggled. When I tell you I was half hard the rest of the day...” He really was. “You’ve got the best ass. M’obsessed.”

“Really?” Y/N was intrigued. Did he really want to teach her about sex? Would he show her things and make her feel the way she felt the other day? It seemed like an offer she couldn’t pass up at all. “Not turned off by how I don’t know stuff?” She asked with furrowed brows, it was always something she was insecure about. “I know literally nothing though... I don’t really like watching porn it makes me feel gross.” His little story about her ass though? That made her rather excited. She had worn leggings because she had gym that day, thinking that her shirt would cover enough of her ass but clearly it didn’t. Not that she really cared because it was Harry who was looking. “Usually when I wear leggings I don’t wear underwear.” She said mindlessly as she took a sip of her water. “Is that something you like then? Are you like.. a butt guy?” She asked curiously, wanting to know more about what he liked. “I know you... you have a lot of sex, yeah?” Y/N asked with a blush, feeling like she’d get jealous if he answered.

“You weren’t wearing anything under them?” Harry felt his body want to explode. “Just walkin’ about with no panties and.. fuck me.” That was unfair. Cruel, really. He didn’t have his hands on her that day, and he would think of it every day forward. “I am an ass guy. I love tits too, don’t get me wrong but... there’s something about ass I love. But— I mean, I don’t have a ton, no. It depends. S’like an itch. If I need to scratch it, I will.” He could tell she would be disgruntled if he told her about his sexual escapades. “I know enough to teach you stuff. Whatever you’d want to learn. I’m not too shy of a guy when it comes to that stuff so you can ask me whatever you want. As long as you don’t mind me being dirty mouthed when I talk.” Harry got off on words. So knowing she was interested in asking things? He loved that.

“How often do you have an itch?” Y/N asked, raising her brow at him. Y/N did want to know, part of her did even if she would get a bit pissy about it. She had no reason to be territorial, but she just wanted to be the only girl he went to when he did have an itch. Y/N liked whatever they did the other day, no one had ever made her feel like that. She felt so sexy and beautiful and good. “I don’t mind.” Y/N shrugged, moving closer to him to get comfortable again. “It’s hot in here.” She sighed, getting up off the bed so she could take off her little corduroy dress. It still wasn’t enough though so she simply stayed in her little white socks with a laced rim and her set of underwear that had the cute red hearts on it. She slid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, “okay so like.. what do you like to do most then? Obviously there’s the actual sex but like, describe your fantasy. Mine happened the other day so honestly everything’s sort of free game now.”

“I swear to god, you’re my wet dream.” Harry closed his eyes as he tried to center himself. “Jesus... look at you.” He muttered, rolling his eyes over her body. “Love this shit. You’re not trying to be sexy, you just are.” His finger ran over the waistband of the panties on her hip before pulling back. “I like.. well, I love anal. Of course I love pussy, specifically the idea of cumming in one. But I haven’t done that yet. M’not into the idea of knocking up someone random but. I can’t lie and say that it isn’t something that’s hot to me. The idea of like... owning someone like that. A part of me in them. It’s hot but a lot of girls would think I’m actually trying time get them pregnant.” He rolled his eyes. “But I love dirty talk. have a filthy mouth and I know you’re aware of it.” He laughed quietly, pinching his bottom lip. “But yeah, I like eating pussy. Obviously. I like dirty shit, but anal is definitely something I love. Think it’s cause it’s a bit wrong in some people’s eyes. And ass is tight as fuck.” His eyes took in her curves. Yeah. Her ass would be the tightest. It’s never been touched. “What do you mean... your fantasy was the other day?”

Y/N was pleased that he liked her little set, “I did wear it for you in all fairness.” She shrugged a bit and flipped over so she was laying on her stomach, looking over at him while she rested on her elbows. Definitely so she could have her ass up and her tits on display. That was a subconscious choice though. “Never even touched my butt in that way before.” Y/N spoke innocently, “does it feel good?” She asked, genuinely curious. Everyone has an ass so of course maybe he’d know how it felt. “Oh, I’ve like... I’ve thought about what happened the other day a lot. Like, sitting in your lap and having you touch me like that and stuff... really like your hands, I think about them a lot too. And your lips, they’re like perfectly plump.” Y/N didn’t realize he didn’t know she had a crush on him. Her high brain assumed she’d told him.

“It does, but you’ve got to work slowly if you’ve never done it before. Some people like pain so they don’t work themselves open before but I always say that you should... ya know, get fingered or licked out back there and make yourself relax.” He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t touched back there though. “I’m interested to know... you’ve thought about me before? I didn’t know this. I didn’t think you realized I existed much.” He raised a brow, eying her ass. He moved a hand down to rest it on her lower back, playing with her panties. “My hands? That’s interesting. I’m just shocked you knew me. Let alone had those thoughts about me. Wow... that’s fucking cute.” He grinned. “What else did you think about me doing to you?”

Y/N looked away from him bashfully, simply letting him touch her however he wanted to. She really liked his forwardness, it got her going. “Yeah... I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.” Y/N admitted, playing with her hands. “Thought about you a lot, cause like... you’re what I wanted timmy to be like.” High Y/N clearly spoke freely. Y/N had to think about his next question because in all honesty, she didn’t really know. “I haven’t really thought about anything else like that, just the basic stuff... I don’t know about all of the other things, I know lots of people are into different things.” Kinks, she was talking about kinks. “Is there anything like that that you like? Like— stuff that when you think about it you get all gooey inside? Or sometimes it makes you feel really alert and squirmy?” Y/N asked, remembering how often she’d see him and get that way. “Always liked seeing you skate and stuff, like your jaw gets all clenched and you look kind of angry... liked how big and ruff your hands are... and your arms they’re nice too.”

“Yeah... I like some stuff.” Harry coughed. Fuck, he was gonna tell her too. He was liking the honesty between them as well, knowing she was happy to blurt out shit like how she liked his hands and arms and when he got angry. “Kinks... there’s a lot of things I like to try. I don’t think they count as kinks but I do enjoy spanking. Like, I’d kill to spank your ass. See my handprint on it. I like kinda rough stuff. Don’t let this scare you though cause— we don’t have to.” He warned her. It wasn’t intense stuff but he was aware she was a complete virgin. He didn’t want to scare her off. “Like... choking a little. Hair pulling. Spit exchange. I loved when you squirted on me, it was messy and hot and that shit gets me off. S’why I came so fast.” He murmured. “Also would love to try overstimulation on someone. Make ‘em cum as many times as they can take. Toys. I have a few I’d like to buy but I don’t have people who come round to fuck. I wouldn’t do it at home with a rando. so... you’re definitely special.” He laughed. His hand was sneaking lower. “Mm, I love a bit of power exchange. And I like to be called Daddy. Fuckin hot.”

Y/N was very intrigued, her pupils likely blown out by the idea of Harry doing all these things to her. If he liked that kind of stuff, she’d definitely try it, because the other day she felt so good.

“The other day you made me cum like three times and it hurt but like.. it felt good?” She explained, “think I like pain though.” That would explain why she liked the concept of him spanking her so much. She liked the idea of being someone special for him. If he wanted to try stuff with her he could, she just wanted to be adored. It was then, when he told her he liked being called daddy that she felt herself whimper. She was getting really horny just talking about all of this stuff, but she was mostly curious about the ass stuff. So, she decided to be bold because the weed was giving her a new found confidence in her relaxed self. Y/N looked at him for a moment, feeling his hand resting on her ass. She moved it up against his hand and let out another little whine.

“Daddy? Can you play with my bum please?”’

Well, fuck. That was something. Something Harry really, really wanted to do.

“Christ...yeah, I can do that.” He whispered, happy that she was as into this as he was. Because— he definitely was. He moved, rounding her body so he could get the perfect view, the perfect angle so he could touch. He groaned when she stuck it into the air for him, swaying back and forth. She was trying to tempt him, and it was working. He gripped her hips before pulling her towards him, letting out a breath as he took it in. “Fuck me. You've got... the perfect ass.” He whispered, running his hand over it. Pulling the panties up so they were right on her , shaking them a bit before letting them go. “You... are so much trouble, little thing. Aren’t you? Gonna drive me mad.. walkin’ round in leggings with no panties on. Daddy’s gonna have to grab you and play with you next time I see you in them to check.” He muttered, beginning to peel them down. “Fuck, you’re soaked again.” He could see the wetness still stringing to the panties and he used a finger to catch some of it, licking it clean.

It was becoming clear that Y/N was less shy when she was horny. It was the one this she wasn’t afraid of asking for, especially after having that whole conversation with him. She liked knowing what he liked, now she could bring it up if she ever wanted him to touch her. She let out a pleased squeal when he pulled her towards him by the hips, leaning down when her knees brand so her ass could be as high up as possible. Y/N pulled a pillow down so she could rest her head on it and look back at him. She moaned at the idea of him pulling her away at school to mess with her.

“You always make me messy, daddy.” She told him, lifting her legs so he could pull her panties all the way off. Her cunt was needy, absolutely so, but she was intrigued by the idea of ass play. He seemed to be really into it too so she wanted to see him get all excited about it. “Can spank me if you want..” She gave him the go ahead, “Wanna try everything..”

He didn’t take a second chance. His hand came down, firmly on her ass. The panties off, he could see the skin jiggle under his hand and the pink mark begin to show, her squeal doing more to arouse him. Obviously she liked it, so he did it to the second cheek.

“Naughty little girl. Hm. You like daddy’s hands spanking you.” Harry said with pleasure. “So gorgeous.” He rolled it in his hands, squeezing hard on the freshly spanked skin to watch her writhe a little bit. “So you’re dirty like me then.” He hummed, grabbing at her and gently pulling her legs apart. “Let’s see that pretty hole.” Of course it was pretty. Never been touched, small. He was going to wreck it. Even if it wasn’t today. “Fuck. M’gonna fuck this hole if it’s the last damn thing I do. Fuck me.” He leaned over and spit thickly on to it, thumb rubbing gently over it in circles. Letting her get a feel for it.

Y/N liked it. She liked it a lot and it scared her because she was unlocking something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. That was a problem for sober and none feral Y/N to face, right now she was too busy loving every second of it.

“Mmmmmmm” a long whine came from her as he rolled it in his hand, hands gripping at the pillow. Her legs spread with ease, her eyes closing as she relaxed the best she could. Y/N felt her cunt throb at his words, hearing him spit and feeling it drip down made her go absolutely insane. “Daaaaddyyyyy!” She whined, moving her ass back against his working thumb. Y/N was learning that she was also very impatient. Her cunt was in desperate need of attention and the thumb on her ass was only getting her more worked up. Thank god she’d showered before coming here and she was clean as a whistle.

“That sounds good coming from your mouth.” Harry whispered as his fingers ran over her ass. It was fine now to play with her. Y/N was a needy girl and he was finding this out day by day. “M’gonna play with you. Just lay and take it.” He settles and ran his tongue right on her hole. He knew she had never had this before so he wasn’t surprised when she jolted, but he simply spread her legs open again and took another lick. It was lovely. Not only because Harry genuinely liked eating ass but Y/N squealed, body squirming a bit with each lick. She was mouthy too, saying little babbles of how odd but good it felt.

Just lay and take it.

Oh my did Y/N like the sound of that. The feeling of him licking at her ass was different than when he ate her cunt. It was definitely pleasurable but not the same. Y/N didn’t think she could cum like this, but then again, he hasn’t exactly put his fingers in or anything.

“Feels nice..” She hummed as she got used to it, hands tightening around the pillow. My god what was she doing? She had a boyfriend for fucks sake but this felt so damn good. Y/N couldn’t stop seeing Harry after this whole project thing ended. She needed to do this again, wanted to do this all again. It really couldn’t be anyone but him. He did say he was going to play with her, what else could be in store? “Ah! Daddy!” Y/N squeaked, feeling him poke his tongue inside. Tingles spread through her at the feeling, it did feel really good. It was then that she felt him press his thumb into her, her ass tightening around his finger. It was so unfamiliar, but she knew she just had to relax.

“There we go. Not gonna do too much today work this. Gonna finger you and let you feel it, see the pleasure.” And then eat her out and cum on her ass. It sounded like a good plan. He slowly worked his thumb into her, moving down and licking from clit to her entrance. His thumb worked at her hole, giving her an abundance of sensations. “Hm. Maybe I’ll get a little vibrator and we can put it in your ass while I lick your little pussy. How’s that?” He asked. It was obvious that they weren’t going to stop doing this for a while. He was teaching her all about it now and he wasn’t going to stop. Not now. “Mm. Tastes so fucking good.” He took his thumb out, working in a longer finger. He wanted to fuck her ass with it while he licked at her pussy. “Feels nice too, hm? Havin’ me touch you everywhere?”

She whimpered at his offer, “please daddy..” Y/N pleaded all huffy and needy from the sensations. She was feeling him everywhere... it was making her go a bit crazy, especially because it seemed like an insane amount of teasing. It all felt really good, her whole body was feeling the waves of pleasure and all she could do was lay there and take it like he said.

“Like it so much, daddy... I want to feel more of you..” Y/N knew he would only give her little bits of newness each time, but she really wanted to feel like one with him. She wanted to feel him properly, look him in the eyes and have him make her scream for him like he had before. Y/N was a whiny horny mess all over again, Harry having unlocked pleasures that she didn’t even know existed before today. “So good to me, make me feel so good..” She wished she could thank him in some way, help him out but he was insistent on showing her stuff.

He had made her cum 3 times again. They were even bigger than before and she had in fact squirted again but he loved it. After cleaning up, he had her lazy, fucked out and high body laying on him as he relaxed.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” He hummed. Part of him was worried though. Because very quickly he was feeling a bit of a want for her. One where he could kiss her anytime he wanted but, she still was technically in a relationship. Regardless if he treated her shitty, it was still a title and he didn’t know how to ask her if she was going to break up with him. Did he even want a relationship? Would she want a relationship with him? Was he just a bad boy fantasy?

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Y/N was going to be his friend.

She pressed soft kisses to his chest, relaxing he had yet to get shirtless or naked for her. It was always her. But maybe that’s just how he wanted to keep things. On a friend level.

“Mhm...” Y/N hummed and again nuzzled her face into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “Thank you again...” She spoke just below his ear. “You me feel special.” Y/N was positive he was an angel sent to her. He truly made her feel like she was some heavenly being, made her reach highs she’d never felt and helped her let go of all the things that have her anxiety. She didn’t know how she could possibly thank him for it, but she would somehow. It wasn’t going to be hard to keep this from Timmy considering he barely hung out with her anymore, but she was going on a date with him sometime next week like he promised. She needed to talk to him, ask him about them and how he felt about them and why they weren’t having sex. She needed to get to the bottom of it.

The weird thing was, Y/N made Harry feel special too. And that scared him a little bit. It was difficult to get Harry to the point where he felt a deep connection with someone because he did fear a betrayal. Granted, he was the one helping her with a betrayal of someone else but... it felt so different. With the girls he slept with before, it was clear cut that it was only one night and it didn’t mean anything besides scratching an itch. He couldn’t say that about Y/N. He cared about her. Even more so finding out she had had a crush on him. It would hurt her more if he was a dick. She was sensitive emotionally and Harry was mindful of that. But he didn’t want to get attached when she already seemed attached to Timmy. He would have broken up with him by now if he was in her position. He wondered why it was taking so long. But either way— he wasn’t going to sleep with her fully until she was single. Just in case.

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[part 3]

A/N: the saga continues.... they really do get bold - n + d

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baecvlt · 4 years ago

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hi um.. this might be an odd request and ofc you dont have to do it but uh can i get a byakuya togami x reader (smut oneshot) in which the reader has a degradation kink and well, its byakuya, you can decided on the rest

The Same Deep Water as You

in which the reader is degraded by Byakuya Togami

Byakuya Togami x Reader

smut

(as stated in follow up dm) fem reader

requested by anon: first tike working with this kind of thing

warnings: degradation and slightly masochist actions to be aware of (not too severe). good ending tho so..

enjoy !

She was a quiet girl, never really spoke to anyone but Makoto and Kyoko. They weren’t so awful. While others weren’t awful, she didn’t think of them as approachable. She could talk to them, but she couldn’t be too trusting. Especially of—

“What did I tell you about looking in my direction, you cretin”

Byakuya Togami.

Makoto and Kyoko looked back at Byakuya, staring. “I wasn’t staring,” she argued,“Honestly, I wasn’t”. He approached her,“So, I’m a liar now?”. She shook her head frantically, hoping he’d go away. “Give it up, Togami,” Kyoko said,“Leave the poor girl alone. She’s having a rough day”. She looked away and put her head down on the table. “Whatever,” he said,“I’m not even half interested to know why. Just keep your distance”.

She had no idea what was wrong with him, why his cruelty shone on her and no one else. He was a dick to everyone, but most of all towards her. It was kind of starting to hurt, but mostly because being in this situation of a killing game was rather stressful. Byakuya’s unnecessary cruelty didn’t help. Still, she tried to keep a smile, if not, at least a friendly face.

“Well, Makoto and I have business to attend to with that whole next blackened bullshit. See you later. By the way, just stay out of Togami’s way. He’s a prick, it won’t do u any good to be near him. Okay?”

She nodded, taking his advice a little too literal.

She did exactly as Kyoko told her as she tried keeping a routine. She went to her room, grabbing her very little laundry. She walked to the laundry room, pusbing open the door. When she got a view of the room, she immediately turned back, for Byakuya was sitting there doing his laundry. She went to her room, set her clothes down, and waited for Byakuya to leave.

Finally, he was gone. This allowed for her to wash her clothes. After drying and folding, she decided it’d be a good idea to relax and enjoy what the school had to offer, such as the sauna. What? Who cares if this is a killing game? It was far more luxurious than anything she had in her day to day life. She has the right enjoy things. Wearing her bathing suit underneath, she walked her way to the sauna, but before that, she stripped down and put her normal clothes in a locker. Then, she was off.

As she sat in the heat, she thought to herself. All these thoughts were regarding Byakuya. It was things like “Why is he such a dick?” and “Why me? What did I do?”. They were all valid thoughts. At this point, he was treating her worse than he treats Toko. It’s got to he something he has against her. Then again, she couldn’t act like she didn’t like it. The sheer degradation of it all gave her a thrill, but Byakuya wasn’t fucking her so really he had no reason to act that way. Just as she wrapped up her thoughts, she decided it was a good time to leave before the sauna burned her skin right off. She walked right out of there. When alone, she was pretty confident about herself, her body. Its when she’s around others that she gets quiet. Judgement is a fear of hers, so she’s learned that the more you say/do, the more susceptible to judgement you are.

...but she was alone, she didnt worry.

Confidently, she walked out of the sauna. Despite the heat, it was refreshing. She opened her locker, getting her clothes out. She began to get dressed, realizing no one was around, then straight up stopped giving a fuck. She got her normal underwear on without interruptions, sliding on her pantyhose then skirt. Now it was time for her top. She took off her bikini top and replaced it with her bra. That was when she heard footsteps approaching, but they faded, so she ignored it. Putting on her long sleeve button up, her torso faced the entrance as her eyes focused on her buttons.

“Christ, screw me”

Without thinking, she replied,“Give me a time and place?”. She very slowly realized who the voice belonged to as she stopped buttoning up her shirt. Byakuya stared, she covered her mouth. “Eager, aren’t you?,” he scoffed. She finished her buttons as she walked right past him, ignoring his snide remark. That perv. Surely, he could’ve said something. He was there for a while. Was he judging her or did he like what he saw? Who knows?

What we know now is that the Togami’s raised a weirdo.

This only gave her a better reason to avoid him. Everytime she went somewhere, if she saw him there, regardless if he had seen her or not she’d walk out. Like when she wanted a snack, he was there. “Hey,” he said to her, but she was gone. This also happened in the Rec Room, where she was playing with Celeste. He walked in, looking for Makoto. Even still, and mid-game, she dismissed herself. If only there was one place where she wouldn’t have to see him. Then, she remembers she overheard Byakuya say he was in no need of the library.

She figured it’d be a good opportunity for her to go there and read something, be in solitude. She’d been there once and it was so quiet. She walked her way there, peeking first to make sure the coast was clear. She picked up a random book of poetry. It didn’t matter what book it was really, she just wanted to read. She was glad the library was unoccupied. It was quite peaceful. Unlike the sauna, it took her mind off Byakuya. God, he’d be perfect if he wasn’t a prick. Why was he so cute? So attractive? If given the chance, she would show him how she cares, but what’s it worth if he despises her for no reason? Oh, well. She had read enough pages, deciding to leave an hour later. Suddenly, she got the feeling that she wasn’t alone. She had a pretty good instinct when it came to these things.

She didn’t want to be the next victim of anything, so she ran out and hurried to her room.

Bing-bong, Bing-Bong!

Nighttime, how great. Well at least that night ended on a rather okay note, despite everything else. Just as she was headed to her bed, there was a note slipped underneath her door. It startled her, picking it up.

“Come to my room at once. Togami”

Great.

So not only did she have to endure his verbal abuse during the day, it seems it could also branch out at night. She knew she didn’t have to go, but maybe if she did as he said, he’d back off. She walked to his room, only a few doors down the hall. She knew, this was disobidience of the bed time rule, but in that moment, it was the least of her concern. She put on her clothes from earlier today, heading out. She knocked on the door, waiting for him to open the door, and it did after a few seconds. Her heart was pounding as the door opened, his blue eyes shining in the dim light. “Y/N,” he greeted casually. She noticed he still wore his suit and in no way looked like he was at all getting ready for bed. “Good evening, Mr. Togami”. She wanted to be as respectful as possible. “Come in”. She cautiously stepped in. He closed his door, going to sit on his bed afterward.

“Sit”

She sat down on his chair, still nervous. “You look so tense,” he said in a softer tone, much softer than his usual demanding tone,“Relax”. She nodded. He looked at her and got up. Walking behind her, he ran his fingers through her soft hair. “How does it feel to be the object of my lust?,” he whispered. A chill ran down her spine as she muttered,“What?”. “Do you want it?,” he asked,“Me, treating you like a stray dog, I see how it excites you. I’d be more than willing to give it to you”. Her breath hitched and her face was hot. “Y-Yes”. He raised a brow. “Use you words, Y/N,” he said, placing a hand on her throat. “Fuck me, please,” she groaned, craving him. That was enough for him to start putting her on edge. He wanted her to beg, he loved to hear it. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched this way”.

“Too long”

His hands reached for her breasts, teasing them as he kissed her neck. “Oh my god!,” she cried. Her legs spread and he took note of this. “Go to bed,” he ordered,“I want you on your back”. She didn’t hesitate. She leapt to his bed and lay down. He immediately followed, hovering over her. He pinned her wrists down and began kissing her skillfully. She couldn’t help, but bite him and him flinching further increased her excitement. “What the hell?,” he cursed, she smirked. It angered him that she was having fun with this. He pulled off her skirt and ripped open her pantyhose, spreading her legs. “From now on, you are to call me master and nothing else,” he told her, moving her panties aside and licking her pussy. His tongue focused on her clit, but god, it felt good. She whined, reaching for his hair. While she was able to pull it a little, he grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her down again. His tongue began focusing on all other parts of her, rolling his thumb on her clit, softly. All she could do was squirm, but even that was hard to do. “Who’s pussy is this?,” he asked.

“Yours, master”

“That’s my girl”

She was cumming, practically dripping the more he touched her. He let go of her wrists, allowing her to finally tease her breasts and play with his hair as he ate her out. He loved her taste; she was sweet. Without moving his mouth away, he carefully worked two fingers into her, allowing him to taste her even more. “How’s that making my little slut feel?,” he asked. “Really, really good. Please, m-master,” she whined, but other than that, it was all incoherent babbling. She was frantic at that point.

“Look at you,” he whispered as his mouth was really going into it,“You’re making quite the mess, you know?”. “I know, master”. Her apologetic tone begged a question. “Come here,” he ordered. She sat on the balls of her feet, waiting for his next words. His hand was soft as he put it on her cheek, caressing her.

“Has my little slut had enough?”

She shook her head, muttering,“I want more”. Her lust-filled eyes stared into his as she went for his belt buckle. “Not like this,” he said, sitting down properly. “Okay,” he assured,“Come here, doll”. She went for his belt buckle and undid it. Carefully, she took his cock out, spitting. “Master, you’re aching”. He twitched as she stroked his sex with those words falling from her mouth. His stomach sank as feeling of her hands touching him this way dawned on him. He needed her, so bad.

“Bend over for me”

Her stomach lay flag on the bed as her ass was in the air, waiting for him to fuck her. “Shit,” he exclaimed, that was the first time she’d hear him cuss. “What’s wrong?”. He sighed.

“I don’t have any protection on me”

Thats when she reached into her shirt and bra, handing him a condom. “What the hell? How long did you have that in there?”. “No more questions,” she said softly,“Come on, baby”. Slowly, he teased her entrance, rubbing his cock slowly and making her shiver before grabbing her hips, slamming into her. Upon impact, her pussy spasmed around his cock as she reached for the pillow in front of her. He gasped, his fingers digging into her soft skin. “I’m gonna stretch you out”. She whined into the pillow as he repeated that, slowly at first. As much as he wanted to pound into her, he knew knew if he did that, he wouldn’t last long. “Ah! master, that feels really good,” she cried,“I need more.. please!”. He could barely speak. “I go at whatever pace I want, slut!,” he managed.

“M-Master, is it because you know you’ll cum fast if you do? Even thinking about pounding me makes you go slower than you already are, doesn’t it?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

His hand slammed onto her ass. She winced, gripping the sheets as he picked up the pace. Her eyes then rolled back. “Is this what you wanted?,” he said with gritted teeth. She let out a shaky cry and said,“Master, it’s what I needed”. A mirror was in front of them, Byakuya using it to check how she reacted to certain things. Letting him hit all around her walls drove her insane, but he still wasn’t going so hard. She also used the mirror to her advantage. She saw how he was struggling to fuck her hard without cumming. She wanted to mess around too. She smiled with lustful eyes, putting two fingers in her mouth and drooling over them. “What the hell”. Her playfulness left him flustered. He grabbed and held her up by her hair and slammed into her repeatedly.

“Oh, master, don’t ever stop! Please, don’t stop!”

He held her up with his hands on her breasts, kissing her neck. Her stomach went crazy, finding new ways to make her sick every time he hit her sweet spots. He had no problem finding them, he must have them memorized by now. There was about her, something so fucking intoxicating. She was like a drug and he was addicted. At first, he despised her for it, but soon enough, he started love her for it and that was scary. It all hit him when he saw how this woman devoted herself to him, even before fucking. She always respected him and saw him for other than money or looks. Immediately, guilt struck him.

That’s when he wanted to take things slower and actually look at her as they fucked. He sat up as she straddled his lap, riding his cock slowly, rhythmically almost as they kissed. Their kisses were much more passionate. His lips let her win, allowing her to kiss him sweetly. His hands held her back, hers wrapped around his neck while one played with his hair and it all felt right. Melting onto one another, he admired her eyes and how satisfied she appeared to be and how angelic her face was when he hit just the right spots. They spoke in between kisses. “Master-”. He shushed her, softly, rather than abruptly. “You don’t need to call me that now,” he whispered as he caressed her cheek.

“Byakuya, fuck, I love you”

“I love you too; all of you,” he muttered, maneuvering her hips in a way that made her groan. She rolled her hips down and tightened around him. That was when he realized that he could no longer continue. “I think I’m-”, he grunted and gasped, digging his head into her chest. “Did you cum?,” she asked, Byakuya nodding. His head suddenly peeked up. He was flustered and asked,“Did you really mean all that? You love me?”. He spat the word as if it sickened him. She nodded and played with his hair.

“I knew you’d mock me for it. Falling in love during the killing game? Pathetic”

“So... am I also pathetic?”

“No, what?”

“I said it too. Does that make me pathetic?”

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered,“Of course not”. There was a moment of silence between the two, where they just lay there and waited till someone said something. “I’m gonna head to my room,” she said. He nodded, although deep down, he protested and wanted to ask her to stay. He couldn’t do that, though. So there, he watched her get dress and leave the room with a funny walk.

The next morning, she got dressed and on her way to meet with the others. Upon opening her door, she was greeted by Byakuya. “Oh, good morning, Togami,” she said,“I didn’t expect to see you-”. He suddenly kissed her, taking her by surprise. “I love you and I want you to be mine,” he blurted. It shocked her even more since this was extremely out of character for him. “What?”. He held her hands. “Ever since we made love the other night, it’s been impossible for me to stop thinking of you”. People stopped at the door, staring because for some reason he heavily emphasized that fact. “You what?,” Kyoko asked. Byakuya stood in front of her to block her.

“Come on, Y/N”

There was a twinkle in his eyes as he asked for your hand (in a way). He loves you? It was hard to believe, but the more you thought about it, the more it felt right. What are you to say?

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #byakuya togami smut #byakuya togami x reader #dr byakuya #x reader #smut

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xlehukax · 4 years ago

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We’ve seen so much of Loki’s s/o with his helmet- but you all are really sleeping on his cape.

// And because my brain works like a hyperactive child, I immediately sat down and scribbled this little drabble out. Just a happy fluff bomb to start the day for anyone who sees. I tried to be as gender neutral as possible. Enjoy! //

“Hey, Loki, you got up early?” you wipe your eyes as you stumble down the stairs, greeted with an empty kitchen. Hmm. That’s odd.

Worry brewing slowly, you glance at the living room: it’s also devoid of any tall dark-haired handsome men. The whole house shifts in your vision, screaming of its emptiness.

“Loki??” you shout anxiously. Trying to regulate your breathing, you sit on the couch. Hey, it’s alright. He’s fine. Everything’s fine. He didn’t leave. Why would he leave? He surely wasn’t taken. He’s too strong to be taken. Right?

Looking up slightly, your eyes catch on a scrap of lined paper on the small coffee table. Picking it up daintily, you read the elegant practiced script:

‘In case you didn’t see my other notes that I’ve littered throughout the house, please read this one before panicking darling. It seems Thor has gotten himself in a bit of trouble politically, so I have been summoned to assist him. I’ll be a little while, so please go about your day as you would normally. I repeat, rather a plea: do not ‘freak out’, as you say.

There is plenty of milk for dry cereal: do me a great favor and eat breakfast, hmm?

I’ll see you later, my love.

Yours,

Loki,’

He’s signed his name in that swooping enchanting way that princes and calligraphy professionals do. You smile at the note appreciatively: you have to thank him later. You breathe out, calm once more. Now that you’re actually looking for notes, you find a good dozen tucked into places you’ll probably interact with in the morning: in the bathroom mirror, on the milk in the fridge, on the bedside table, on your keys, by your shoes… a lot of others that you hope will disappear on their own rather than you having to track them all down.

It’s very cute nonetheless.

After a so-so bowl of cereal and washing it, you’re lost on what to do.

It’s Saturday, and pretty late into the day already: you’ve finished all your work so that you could have a night with Loki (which was fantastic, as always) and always a wonderful idea until he leaves for some political adventure and you’re stuck with nothing.

And then again, there is something you’ve always wanted to do since you started a relationship with the Norse God…

You’re running to his closet at full throttle before you know it, and there it is in it’s full glory: hung on a hanger so impeccably.

His helmet is enticingly in a case in the corner: but you’ve tried that one on before, and though it’s pretty, it’s both incredibly heavy and frustratingly uncomfortable. Even Loki’s expressed his occasional distaste for it, especially when walking through relatively low doorways.

The cape. Emerald hued, long enough to drape over Loki’s entire lanky body, and so soft looking! You reach out to caress it: oh my god, it’s like silk. Not rough at all, and a gentle tug proves that it remains strong despite it. You take it off the hanger carefully and let it pool in your hands. Oh my goodness, it’s gorgeous.

But it’s so big: you’re shorter than Loki by a significant margin, enough that he has to bend down slightly to kiss your lips, so the cape is way too long for you to wear respectively. Thankfully...

You lost your dignity long ago.

Nothing stops you from putting over your shoulders, attaching it to your pajama shirt, and making dramatic turns. It swooshes. Like a skirt worn by a girl dancing through a flower field in an indie film.

The cape, though dragging on the ground on your height, still makes regal arcs as you dramatically turn as if you were entering a room.

Oh, look at me, I’m going to take my rightful place in Asgard!

Or, your personal favorite, the determined strut away from some enemy you’ve just destroyed.

To make things even better: there’s a full body mirror in Loki’s closet. Admiring yourself in it, you can see why Loki looks so good: you’re not nearly as elegant as him, but man is it nice. The Loki version of stealing your boyfriends clothes. You sniff it nonchalantly: oh man. You blush as you take another whiff of it. It’s so nice.

So, it doesn’t just look good: it feels good, and smells good too. Well, Loki is literally a magic man so it makes sense.

You unclip it from your shirt, and hold it in your hands. And then, oh so carefully (as if someone was watching), you lift it to your face and rub your nose into it.

It pushes a smile onto your face. Well, it appears I do in fact have plans for today.

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When Loki gets home, the sun is beginning to set. He snaps his fingers to discard of the royal attire and shift into something casual, ready for a relaxing night with his loved one, but just as he’s ready to call for you… he notices where you’ve taken up.

He can’t withhold his chuckle of bemusement at the image before him: you’re asleep on the couch, snuggled into his cape up to your nose like it’s a blanket, the television is playing some continuous stream of some random show that you must been watching before your exhaustion set in fully, and there’s an abandoned half a sandwich beside you.

With a quick kiss to your forehead, he puts away your sandwich and then makes quick work of the other tiny messes you haven’t put away just yet.

And then he scoops you into his arms, cape and all, and carries you to the bedroom. You murmur something unintelligible in your sleep, and he allows you to cuddle in closer to his cool chest before settling you beneath the covers of your bed. It’s with a natural ease that he slides in beside you, wrapping his arms around your abdomen and resting his head in the pocket between your neck and shoulder that most certainly belongs to Loki. He kisses it lightly. It’s a small miracle within itself as you say random gibberish and his name somewhere mixed between.

“-oki? You- you home?” you say. Loki must stifle his laughs.

“Yes, I’m here darling. So very sorry I left you with nothing to do: but I see that you found something to entertain yourself with when I was gone,” he hints.

“Mhmmm, it’s very soft,”

“I’m glad you like it. I’ll have one made for you, if you’d like,” Loki suggests, smiling into your back. You squirm a little, his nose poking into your shoulder uncomfortably, and he moves to remedy it.

“I like yours, though. Can I- can I have yours?” you murmur. Loki smiles broadly to himself again.

“I tell you what, you can have me and the cape,”

“Awesome,” you sigh, and then you make some sleepy yawn and you’re gone again.

Loki can’t erase the smile from his face: what a delight to come home to; What a treat, to hug your soft sides and nestle in your warmth like a child. You’re using his cape as a blanket, and Loki’s using you as a pillow. It’s only right.

All Loki’s best plans included ravishing you when he got home, but somehow, resting beside you in this way turns out to be infinitely more rewarding than any sort of sexual pleasure.

#loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki drabble #my writing #lehuka's writing #drabble #loki fandom #capes #loki snippet

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srose-foxfire · 4 years ago

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“First Impressions” Part: 5 (Damirae)

Damian was glad his school day had finally ended. He was grateful he didn’t have to stay after for study groups, all he wanted was to be in his room and polish his sword. That was one of his favorite past times, his grandfather was an excellent swordsman though his father didn’t agree at it first he allowed Damian to receive lessons from his grandfather. Lessons in which were quoted as ‘self-defense,’ being a Wayne and the heir to his father’s company could one day misfortunes in which someone could try taking his life for money. His own father had to deal with similar hardships in the past and made sure his children received training in protecting themselves. Bruce had just hoped Damian had been taught by someone else, other than Ra’s Al Ghul.

Damian stretched out as much as he could in the limousine, while Alfred drove them back to the manor. He looked out the window, in four months he was going to graduate from Gotham Academy, then go off to Gotham University. Time seemed to pass more quickly now, before he even realizes it, he will be named CEO of Wayne Industries. His life goal’s, for the past few months he been debating if he could maybe have more than just inheriting his father’s company. Damian may never say it out load or even speak to his family about it, but Damian dreamed of having a family of his own. A wife and children, he would give his life for. Damian closed his eyes for a moment and just imagined what his future could be, and then she appeared. Raven.

The young Wayne unlocked his phone and opened up his photo gallery. He scrolled down to find the picture he had taken that one winter night. Raven had dared him to take a picture of their drinks together. It was silly thing but for her, Damian would do anything. Raven had been standing so close trying to make sure he got a perfect shot, at some pint Damian wanted to tell her she could lean onto his shoulder for comfort. But that idea quickly died.

Damian sighed, making Alfred look at him from the rearview mirror. “Everything alright, Master Damian?”

“Just lost in thought, nothing to concern yourself with Pennyworth.”

“Alright then. By any chance are you going to work on any school assignments when we arrive?”

“I finished every assignment already, I wanted to keep my weekend free so I can focus on other matters.”

“So, I assume you will be free?” Alfred shot Damian a quick glance over the rearview mirror again and the young Wayne only nodded at him. “I was wondering if you would help me with a small favor Miss Cass had left me with before she had left to buy some items for tonight.”

Damian didn’t want to do some chore Cass should had taken care herself instead handing it off to Alfred. “Sure, what would you like me to help in?”

“If you could help me entertain Miss Raven, till your sisters arrived?”

What?

Raven was at the manor? Well that changes things. Damian did everything he could so he wouldn’t start grinning. Now that, would cause Alfred to question why the mention of his sisters’ friend would please him so much.

When they arrived at the manor, Damian literally sprinted the steps towards the main doors. He speed-walked towards his room and threwhis bagpack not caring wherever it landed. Not wanting to waste any time, he didn’t bother changing out of his school uniform and ran to the one place he would always find Raven cooped up. The manor’s library. As he neared, he started slowing his pace as thousand thoughts bashed one another in his mind, what could they converse? Could they read a book together, could they talk about how their week had gone by, or-

Damian stopped when he heard that little battle tune, he knew too well thanks to Jon. He peeked his head from the doorway and found Raven cross-legged on a couch, looking down at her phone as she cursed under her breath. The game she was playing announced her hero had been slain, she let out an annoyed grunt and moved to place a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Damian came in and leaned against the doorway crossing his arms. Raven hadn’t noticed his presence just yet as she went to continue playing. She looked so cute. She was dressed in black tights and a navy-blue skirt, with a tucked in long button-white sleeve. Damian had to contain a chuckled when he noticed Raven was wearing miss-match socks. He liked the idea that Raven felt safe and comfortable to be in Wayne Manor, feel she can be herself with his whole family. Damian looked up when he heard Raven cursed again when the game announced she been slain again.

“I wouldn’t have imagined you be a gamer.” Damian said so calmly.

Raven looked up from her phone, “oh, hi Damian. I’m not much a gamer but Jon kind of got me into this game.” Damian could had sworn he saw her cheeks just flush a little. Raven sighed heavily in defeat, she looked up to Damian as he raised a brow. “Actually, I hear you’re a good assassin so maybe you can help me with my assassin hero? I keep getting myself killed.”

“My pleasure.” Damian walked over and watched as Raven scooted so he could sit down. Damian had to hold his breath in to make sure he still was in control of his body. He was afraid he start turning red or worse his heart would beat so loudly all of Gotham would know his secret affection towards her. Damian carefully took Raven’s phone and looked at what she was planning to do with this particular hero. “Well first mistake you did was you didn’t choose the correct battle spell; assassins rely on jungle in order to build quickly and cause more damage.”

“So, this spell is useless for her?”

“Somewhat, you used a spell that mainly used by mages and supports. What were you planning to build?”

“Cut me some slack! I normally mage so I had no idea what would be best!” Raven lightly punched his shoulder as she watched him sell some of the items she had previously build and prioritize buying other items.

“Next time build for these items; this one specifically will help you greatly to deal more damage and make use of her passive, she deals allot of damage when she is in stealth.” Damian demonstrated the assassin’s passive and gaining him a kill, a player from the enemy side got neared hoping to avenge their fallen comrade. Damian activated the assassin’s ultimate skill with little health, but now with greater power output was able to kill the enemy hero.

“You’re a better teacher than Jon. Thanks Damian.”

“I’m surprised you think so, Jon was actually the one to get me into this game.” Damian peeked over to find Raven was awfully close to him. He cleared his throat, “are you’re here for a sleepover?”

“Mm.” Raven continue to lean closer, her head was practically laying on his shoulder now. Damian was praying his face wouldn’t flush or that she wouldn’t hear his heart wanting to beat loudly. “Can I actually confess something to you?”

Damian helped the team win the match, he then handed Raven back her phone so she could receive her awards. “Please go ahead.”

“I am not sure if I will be welcomed after today.” Raven said silently, “when your sisters arrive, I plan to tell them the truth about Jasper Sky. I’m afraid they may get very upset with me and not want to be friends anymore. Which I understand, I did lie to them.” Raven turned off her phone and stared straight ahead, lost in thought.

Damian could tell this scared her, he didn’t know if she needed this from him, but he had to let her know she wouldn’t lose everything after today. He wanted to make sure Raven knew she still had a friend. “I will be your friend, so you still have me. Besides, if you tell them the truth and explain why you had to invent the perfect boyfriend like Jasper Sky, I’m sure they will understand. My sisters aren’t the type to hold grudges.”

“I hope you’re right, I like being friends with your sisters and… I like being your friend too. Damian, I want you to know that I am here for you as well. So, don’t hesitate in asking me for help.”

Damian could only nod at her, Raven turned her phone back on, she clicked a tab that allowed her to view the builds for each of the hero’s she played with. Damian watched her save the build he had built for her and saving it. He could only continue stare at her. Realization kicked in. Damian needed to tell her, now more than ever he needed to come clean of his own feelings for her. “Raven I-”

“We’re home!” Stephanie called out down from the hallway. Great his sisters were home.He almost had the chance to, to what? Tell Raven he loved her right before she may lose two friends? What was going on in his mind?!

“Rae-rae where are you?” Stephanie called out again somewhere down the hallway.

“She’s here Steph!” Both Damian and Raven looked up to find Cass at the doorway, holding plastic bags filled to the brim with facials masks and other cosmetics Damian assumed were for their sleepover. “Rae, I hope you’re excited for our slumber party! Sorry Dami no boys allowed. Well unless you let us give you a complete makeover.”

“Not in a million years.” Damian said so sternly.

“C’mon Rae, let’s get this party started!” Cass shouted cheerfully and she did a little wiggling dance with the bags swaying back and forth.

Raven exited the game and opened the messaging application, ��I will be there in a bit, let me just send my mom a quick text and let her know that you guys arrived already.”

“No problem, Steph and I will get my room set-up. Don’t take too long.”

Damian watched his sister exit and then turned to watch Raven smile turn into a frown. “You okay?”

Raven clicked send to a message she had previously written out, she then looked up to him. Her amethyst eyes were on the brink of shedding tears. “Can you be there? I mean can you wait outside in case it goes bad and I lose them as friends? I don’t think I will be able to do this alone and I-”

“Raven.” Damian went and grabbed her hands in his. He gave her a gentle smile before pulling her in. He let go one hand and wrapped it around her back, pressing Raven tightly against him. “I am here for you.”

Raven whimpered and was clearly fighting off her tears. She was able to wriggle one hand free and wrap it around him tightly. “Thank you, Damian.”

~~~~~~

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed this update. Again we are drawing near to the end to “First Impressions”. I am very excited to share with you all what I have planned for this particular fic. What started out as a one-shot turned to multiple parts. Anyone wondering the mobile game I been referencing is called “Mobile Legends” (I am currently very much into 😅) Next update will be for “Under an Autumn Moonlight” and afterwards the first two chapters for my Dark Robin Au Fic.

Till next time and thank you all for reading!

~~S.Rose

#damirae #damiraefic #first impressions #Damian Wayne #damian x raven #raven roth #raven and damian #DC Universe #dc fanfic

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13dead-ends · 4 years ago

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Train Ride

Young Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Henry for years and after high school you decide to go on a trip of a lifetime. Your longtime crush on him only gets worse as the trip goes on.

Word Count: 4531

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please wear a condom, folks), oral/face riding, swearing, teeth rotting fluff at the end,

A/N: So my first smut is here! It’s shortish, but I liked it, Also @hellcaster901 said it was good so I posted. This fic literally came from a picture of Henry Cavill I sent to her. Thanks for encouraging me to post anything and everything!

Enjoy!! <3

I stared at Henry in as he ran down the beach into the water. His back muscles glinted in the sun as he came back up, hair wet and trunks clinging to his thighs. I swallowed, adjusting my position in the beach chair, the umbrella keeping me from frying completely. While my skin had burned plenty of times on this trip, Henry’s had only gotten golden brown. Only a burn every now and then on his nose and cheeks. I sighed. Why do I notice every little detail about Henry? I shook my head and went back to my book; staring was starting to get creepy. I couldn’t really focus on it though, the heat, and the waves, and other things distracted me. Henry’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since middle school and decided to go backpacking a few years after we graduated high school. We were on country four now. The Bahamas had treated us nicely, but it was our last day here. We had decided on America next, we would fly to New York and spend a few days there, then travel the country by train or bus. We were kind of winging it a little, but it was nice. Especially with him.

I had fallen head over heels for him in 11th grade. When we were younger I didn’t see him as more than a friend, but when came back from living with his uncle that summer, something hit me. More like punched me in the gut. I don’t know what it was or why, but here I am, almost three years later and still feeling butterflies from just him looking at me. I shut my book, I had reread the same paragraph a thousand times. I set it on my towel and sunk in my chair, soaking in the heat, and shutting my eyes.

“Y/N,” Henry had walked up so quietly that I jumped when he spoke. “You should get in, it’s perfect.” I opened my eyes, and there was Henry still out in the sun, drying off. I tried to calm my heart down a little with a breath.

“I will, I’m just enjoying the heat for a little.”

“Did you put on sunscreen?” Henry had not let the fact that I had turned lobster red in Egypt go. I had forgot to put on sunscreen when we went to the pyramids. He teased me, but he also liked to check in on me.

“Yes, mom.” He chuckled and it was like music to my ears. “Did you?” I pulled my sunglasses down and stared at him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He plopped down on the towel next to me, getting a water out of the cooler. Before opening it he pressed the cold thing on my thigh and I yelped, flinching away.

“Fuck off,” but I was laughing. He handed the bottle to me and got out another one. I drank a long swig and stared at his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

“Any places in America that are a must-see?” He leaned back, laying on the towel, his abs flexed under his skin.

“New Orleans, that’s for sure. I’m also dragging you to a broadway show in New York.” I had gotten tickets to A show I thought we’d both like.

“Fine, but you’re bungee jumping with me.” I pursed my lips, jumping off a bridge did not seem like fun, but then I imagined doing it with Henry, and it didn’t seem too bad. “I want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“Me too. I want to go to Denver too.”

“You wanna buy weed don’t you?” He laughed out loud.

“Yes I do! And there’s nothing wrong with that.” I laughed. We discussed possible destinations and then he dragged me into the water. It was nice, though the salt stung my eyes. It was fun to be with him.

…

I rubbed my eyes as I walked behind Henry as we filed off the plane it was a long flight, but we made it. I was just exhausted. We were taking the rest of the day to rest, our Air BnB sounded like heaven right now. Henry was almost to the flight attendants at the door of the plane. I noticed the two ladies who had ran the flight whispering as we approached.

“Thank you, ladies,” Henry said as he passed, and they grinned and told him to have a good day and safe travels. When he was off, and I was walking past them I only got a thank you for flying with us. I scoffed a little and rolled my eyes. I stepped off the plane and moved up, so I was side by side with Henry.

“As soon as we get there I’m sleeping.” I still felt my eyes droop with tiredness.

“Did you sleep on the plane?” Henry had slept through most of the flight. I couldn’t sleep on planes.

“Nope,” I sighed.

“Well, you sleep, I’ll get some food and things for the next few days.”

“Okay, sounds good.” We went through the motions of customs and airport craziness, then took a cab to the place. It was still daylight, but as soon as I saw my room, I was out.

The next day we went around the city and did touristy things. I got a good picture of Henry looking out onto Times Square without him knowing. He looked so good with his curly hair, grown out a little longer than usual and skin glowing from the Bahama sun. I smiled at him as he took in all the signs and logos flashing on the screens.

“When’s the show?” I was pulled out of my trance as he turned back around to face me.

“Tonight, at seven.” He nodded. “We can go eat and just go straight there.” We ate a small bar we found and then went to the show. Us only bringing what was necessary we didn’t have fancy clothes to wear. I had a sundress and Henry honestly just wore a nicer looking T-shirt and pants. We didn’t care anyways.

“My lady,”Henry held out his arm for me as I got out of the cab. I took it and stood. In front of me was the Broadway theatre and I grinned.

“Oh my god, Henry I’m so excited.” He chuckled.

“It’d better be good.” He teased.

“I hope you like it, I tried to pick something we’d both like.” He nodded, pulling me closer to his side as people walked past.

“I’m sure I will. Shall we?” He led me up the steps and to our seats. They weren’t the best, but I still couldn’t wait. As the lights went down and the show started, I felt Henry’s eyes on me. I turned to him and he was staring at me.

“What?” I tilted my head at him.

“Nothing, just watch the show.” I squinted at him and turned back to the stage. The show was amazing, cheesy broadway songs were already stuck in my head as the curtains closed for intermission. Henry and I went out to have a drink before it started back up again.

“Please tell me you like it a little bit?” I nudged Henry as I sipped on my wine. Already feeling the usual warmth alcohol gave me.

“I like it but stop worrying about me. This was really for you anyways.”

“I know but I want you to have fun too.”

“I am.” He looked at me. “This is the best trip anyone could ask for.” I grinned and hugged his neck. He squeezed my waist, his strong hands sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m so glad we did this.” I muttered only for him to hear.

After the show, I was tipsy, and we decided to just walk back to our place. It had cooled down and it felt nice on my hot skin. I always got like this when I drank. Henry on the other hand held his drink well and walked beside me, looking beautiful in the street lamps.

“Okay now you’re staring at me.” I turned to look straight ahead, and he chuckled.

“I think we have a staring problem.” I joked, but I knew I did. “We’re just that beautiful.” He was that beautiful. “I mean I do but look at you.” I punched his shoulder, which hurt me more that it did him.

“Shut up, as if you didn’t notice those guys staring at you on the plane.”

“What guys?” Henry wasn’t looking at me when he spoke.

“They were a few isles down and I could feel them looking at us, well you.” I blinked.

“I didn’t see them.”

“I did, they were like vultures.” I glanced at him, but his face was blank. I was too busy noticing those flight attendants to notice those guys. “I can’t believe you didn’t see them.” I shrugged.

“Maybe I was distracted,” I mumbled.

“Don’t mumble like that.” He shook his head. “You sounded like you did in middle school.”

“We agreed we wouldn’t talk about middle school me.” I laughed.

“I’ve just been thinking about when we first met and how we are now. It’s so different.” I wrapped an arm around him, well not really around him he was so big now.

“Don’t get sappy on me now Cavill.” I squeezed him.

“No, I’m just glad, that we’re still friends. Seriously.” I swallowed but pushed a smile onto my lips.

“So am I, Henry.” I really was, I couldn’t live without him in my life, so if that had to be as his friend then I was okay with that, but I would still love him. I let my arm fall back to my side. “Ha, remember that time you asked Kim out in tenth grade.” He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips together. “You’re telling me I mumbled, she couldn’t hear a word.”

“I swear, little girl.” He grabbed my waist and I screamed, the nickname ringing in my ears. He lifted me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder.

“Henry, I’m wearing a dress you prick.” He held my skirt down, His arm right under my ass.

“I won’t let anyone see.” He chuckled and I huffed, arms swinging down. I did have a nice view of his butt from here.

“You were so nervous though.” He squeezed my thigh hard. “It’s okay, it was cute.” His grip lessened, but it was still holding me in place.

“At least I had you there to comfort me after rejection.”

“You gotta put me down if I you want me here for future rejection.” I don’t think he’d ever have a rejection again. He wasn’t that 16 year old anymore. He set me back down but kept his hands on my waist.

“And I you. Just like I was there for the Jacob break up.” My face dropped, and I shoved him. We walked back to the apartment teasing each other and when we got back, I pretty much passed out.

. . .

I swallowed at the tiny train compartment. It was close quarters for the two of us. Henry was towering over me as he shoved our bags in the top compartment above the small couch that would eventually turn into the bed. His chest was brushing up against mine, my neck felt hot and I turned my face to the side so my nose wouldn’t brush his shirt.

“There,” He shut the compartment and smiled down at me. “I’m excited.” I cleared my throat and sat down on the couch, Henry plopping down with me.

“Me too, it’s just smaller than I thought.” He just shrugged, looking out the window at the city.

“This train stops almost every day, and there’s a lounge to go to. We don’t have to be in here the entire ride.” I nodded.

“I know, but you work out too much and you’re gonna suffocate me when we sleep.” I almost choked at the thought. We were sharing a bed. I hadn’t shared a bed with Henry since we were kids. I stared at my feet.

“Is that how I get rid of you?” I kicked him. “Stop hitting me when you don’t have a comeback.”

“Stop teasing me and I’ll stop hitting you.” He leaned forward our noses almost touching.

“Never, love.” I may as well be putty. I’d let this man tease me all he wanted if it meant being with him. I moved back before I could do something stupid. Henry blinked once and leaned back as well. The train started moving and Henry got us some snacks and drinks from the restaurant car. I could breathe for a second when he was gone. I rested my head on the back of the chair. He was gonna kill me. I chewed on my lip. The worst part was that the only person I wanted to get advice from was the one I was freaking out about in the first place. I leaned forward my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I rubbed my temples and tried to relax.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Henry came back inside, and the room got smaller.

“Nothing,” I sat up, flipping my hair back. “I think I’m tired.” Henry sat down and rubbed my back.

“I bet,” His hand stayed on my back. “We can put the bed down now; we both could use some sleep.” I swallowed, that was the opposite of what I wanted, well not really, but I couldn’t handle that yet.

“Well, if you’re not tired, we can leave it up, so it doesn’t take up so much space.”

“No, I’m tired too. We can just eat and take a nap for the ride.” He handed me a bowl of grapes.

“Okay,” We ate, and Henry told me about this game he got for his laptop, but I was trying not to have a panic attack, staring into my grapes, disassociating a little.

“Alright, you’re zoning out.” Henry was waving a hand in my face. “Time for sleep.” Henry managed to get the cushions in the right spots and made the pillows fluffy and ready for us.

“Get in,” I looked at him, but crawled into the blanket, it wasn’t the most comfortable, but I did feel sleep start to tug at my brain as I laid my head down. Henry came in next to me, his side brushing mine. He barely fit without me being squished against the wall. I couldn’t help but giggle at his awkward movements in the bed. He was just so big.

“Shut up,” Then my giggles stopped as he slid his arm around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breathe. “I think this is the best way we fit.” His voice was right at my ear and goosebumps rose down my arms. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just me.” He squeezed me once.

“Sorry,” I pressed my warm cheek into the pillow.

When I woke up it was dark in the train, the curtains were closed, but a small bit of light peaked out from underneath. I wasn’t turned towards the wall anymore, my nose brushed Henry’s chest as he breathed deeply. He smelled like cologne and nostalgia. I shut my eyes again and pressed my face into his chest. He was asleep, so who cares? A gravelly ‘hmm’ made my heart lurch.

“Someone’s cuddly,” Henry’s voice was low and close. My heart started beating fast I looked up at him. “Hey, there she is.” He smiled at me and my legs felt like jello. He furrowed his brows at me.

“Henry, I-“ I cleared my throat, not knowing what came over me. He brushed my hair out of my face and my stomach flipped.

“What?” He kept his hand on my cheek, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light. “Tell me, please.” I pulled myself up and just kissed him. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to push me away, but instead he pulled me closer. I let out a gasp and he just pressed into me harder. His tongue made its way in my mouth and I hooked a leg around his hip. “Finally,” He growled as he moved his mouth to my neck.

“Finally?” I titled my head back, breathless, but he stopped.

“Yes, finally. I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N.” He continued kissing my neck and slid his hand down my side, landing on my breast, he kneaded it and I moaned out. “You’ve just been too distracted to notice.” He finished but wouldn’t let me respond by kissing my mouth again. I gripped his T-shirt, pulling him even closer.

“I wanted you too.” I sounded airy and out of breath as I spoke, he kissed me all over my face.

“That’s music to my ears.” He started peeling my top off, but a loud rap came at the door. We froze in place, the top covering my face.

“Dinner’s ready in the dining car.” An attendant called. I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, thank you.” Henry replied and when we heard the footsteps fade away, he ripped the shirt of the rest of the way. “Do you mind if we miss dinner?”

“No,” I moaned out as he kissed my collar, making his way down to my breast. “Henry,” I moaned his name as he unhooked my bra and let his lips surround my nipple. I threaded my fingers through his hair, feeling tingles shoot over my skin from his lips. I pulled him back up and kissed him, holding his cheeks so he wouldn’t pull away. I never wanted him to go away. He wrapped his big arms around me, enclosing me inside. He grunted when I pulled his hair.

“Take your shirt off,” I pulled my hand out of his hair to tug at his sleeve. He immediately tugged it off and I ran my hands down his chest. He groaned.

“Fuck,” He held my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, then suddenly one of them dipped down into my shorts and he grabbed my ass, hard. I gasped in his mouth, and he grinned. He pulled me closer and I felt his bulge press against the inside of my thigh, and I quivered. He felt so big already and his pants weren’t even off. He pushed his other hand under my waist band and pushed the shorts down, he let me kick them off and then rolled over on top of me. My chest heaved, I felt hot, and Henry’s lips looked red and swollen. He was propped up on his hands, his knees pressing into my thighs. He stared down at me, only in my panties now. I wanted to look away from his blue eyes, but they almost glittered in what little light we had. “God, so beautiful.” He brushed a finger down my side and goosebumps rose in his wake.

“So are you.” I mumbled, his eyes shut, and he had a smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t mumble.” He was stern, but his hand brushing down my cheek made me smile. He leaned down and kissed me, his hands held my waist down as I tried to arch my back.

“Henry,” I whined, letting my hands slid down to his waistband. “Please get these off.” He smirked, but pushed the clothing off, his erection on full display. He was huge.

“Now you,” He hooked a finger in my panties and pulled them off. “I swear, I’m gonna-“ He stopped.

“What?” He looked me up and down. “Henry, you’re taking too long.” I tried pulling him back to me, but he stopped me.

“I’m trying to decide how I want you.” I bit my lip his words sending shocks through me, and then he grabbed my waist flipping us over. Now I was straddling him and my hands were on his chest, my hair hung over our faces. He tucked it behind my ear and kissed me, but not for very long. He grabbed my waist tightly and moved me slowly up so that my pussy was over his face.

“Fuck, Henry,” I rested my elbow on the wall of the train. Was Henry about to eat me out? Like this? On a fucking train.”

“Is this okay, baby?” He rubbed the back of my thighs gently.

“Yes, yes. Very okay.” I sounded like a child, but he just laughed, the air hitting my core.

“You’re already so wet. Is that all for me?” I could only moan back. “What a good girl.”

“Henry, can you please-“ I was cut off by his mouth on my pussy. I covered my mouth to keep from the entire train from hearing me.

“Is that what you wanted?” He whispered, then went back to kissing and licking me. My legs were quivering, Henry’s hands were doing most of the work holding me up. “God, you taste so good.” I whimpered under my hand.

“Henry,” I felt like I was gonna burst. “I think I-“ His mouth stopped and he pushed me back and his cock slid through my folds. I moaned out and he grunted. I fell over, my forehead on his chest.

“Fuck, I want to feel you.” Henry growled in my ear.

“Please, I want to feel you too.” I kissed his chest, feeling sticky with sweat.

“So many pleases, what a polite girl.” His hand slid down between us and he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. I took a shaky breath. “Are you ready baby?”

“Yes,” My eyes closed as I felt his head push into me. “Fuck, oh my god-“ I was a mess above him, but as he entered into me fully he pushed me up, so I was sitting on him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” I must’ve looked insane, but he smirked up at me. He gripped my hips and started moving them for me. He was so large that every new movement made him brush a new part of me. I was going to snap. “Yes, there you go.” He grunted and groaned as he fucked me and it only added more pleasure. I loved hearing him. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me now. I arched my back.

“Please make me cum, Henry,” I was out of breath as I spoke, my chest heaved for air.

“God, yes, baby girl. Cum for me.” That was all I needed; bliss washed over me as a came. My legs pressed into Henry and my hands fisted over the blankets. “Good girl,” I collapse over him, my body flopping over his. He locked his arms around me, our skin pressing together, and he thrusted up into me until he came inside me. I whimpered at the overwhelming feeling having only just come down. He grunted in my ear as he fell over the edge, the sound sending tingles through me. We were panting together, my face pushed into his neck. He released me from his arms, and then pulled me off of him. I shivered as I felt the emptiness without him.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He ran his fingers through my hair, and I nuzzled closer.

“Yeah, I am.” I whispered. He moved me off him and kissed me.

“Let’s clean you up, okay?” I could only nod, feeling too tired to do much else. He got a towel and wiped away his mess for me, and then started kissing me. Fluttery little kisses up my stomach, in between my breasts. I giggled as he reached my neck. He threw the towel on the floor and kissed my lips. I looped my arms around his neck, smiling into his mouth. “Why didn’t I do this sooner?” He pulled away and laid beside me, pulling me to his side. His kissed the top of my head.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” I drew circles in his chest and the sweat on my body started to cool.

“I tried to give you hints.” He chuckled. “I literally invited you to kiss me earlier.” I smacked his chest and sat up, feeling goosebumps rise, it was getting chilly. “Hey, where are you going?” I crawled over Henry, my knees on one side and my hands on the other. I picked up his shirt from the ground and pulled it on. I barely had my head through the hole before Henry pulled me back to his chest.

“I’m completely oblivious.” I scoffed. I was too distracted by him to notice him. His arms were around me tight. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he pulled up the blankets.

“It’s okay, you finally figured it out.”

I woke up in the big spoon position with Henry. I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. He liked me too. He wanted me too. I pressed my nose into his back, wrapping my legs around him, resembling a koala bear. His large hand slid over my arm grabbing my hand.

“Hey baby,” His voice was low with sleep.

“Good morning.” I replied. He turned around to face me, he was smiling, and his eyes looked extra blue. He wrapped me up in his arms around me and I kissed his lips. We were making out like teenagers for a while and then my stomach growled.

“Shit, we missed dinner.” Henry chuckled.

“Shall we get breakfast then?” Henry sat up and opened the curtains. I squinted at the bright sun. The train hadn’t stopped the entire night.

“Can we bring it back here?” I wanted it just to be me and him for a while, and I’m pretty sure I’d be waddling down the train car. I laid on my back, hands over my stomach, watching the scenery go by.

“How about I just go get it? You can stay in my shirt a little longer.” He kissed my nose and got dressed and went out. When his footsteps were gone I squealed into my pillow. Part of me thought it was all a dream, but he was here and didn’t reject me. The rest of this trip would be completely different. It wasn’t long before he came back with a pile of food. We didn’t bother putting the bed away, we were sitting on it and cuddling anyway. When the train started to slow down, we had finished eating and Henry had gotten his laptop out and I got dressed. He wanted to show me how to play some game. He was sitting against the wall and I was in between his legs, the laptop on my lap. His arms reach around me to show me how to use the keys.

“Henry you know I’m not good at these.” He chuckled.

“I know, it’s just fun seeing you try.” I rolled my eyes.

“Where are we again?” I looked out the window as the train stopped. Henry shut his laptop, setting it aside and getting out of bed.

“Let’s go find out.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

#henry cavill x oc #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #fanfiction #oneshots #junewrites

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mikkomacko · 5 years ago

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Dear Daisy 2

Harry is not a bad housemate. He keeps the house pretty clean, at least the part of it he actually lives in, and the hallway that Daisy's room is in, is for her. He let her rearrange the bathroom to her liking, even though she was going to do either way, and she cleaned out the office next door, with the exception of the desk drawers. They were locked, and when she mentioned it to Harry he simply grumbled "and they're staying locked."

He doesn't go to work very much, even though Daisy knows he's got a job in the office of the company, but even when he's home he sticks to himself. Of course they eat together, and they go to town together because he wanted to make sure there was food in the house that she likes, and sometimes they sit in the living room together, Harry looking over paperwork while she reads a book. She never thought that Harry would be quiet, considering he use to take every opportunity he saw to tease her, but she's not going to complain. She prefers silent, brooding Harry to rude, condescending Harry.

The back porch creaks under his footsteps, letting Daisy know he's come outside. She doesn't look at him, continuing to move her crocheting needle through her yarn. The sun's getting warmer and the grassy dewier, and Daisy's glad she decided to bring a blanket out to sit on. She hates the way wet grass feels on her legs.

She hears Harry come off the porch, and his feet tap on the flagstone pathway, and finally the grass squish under his feet. "For fuck-" he mutters through a huff, not finishing his sentence before he's literally leaping on the blanket next to Daisy. She tries not to snicker as she moves over so there's room for him on the blanket.

"Why's the grass bloody wet?" Harry grumbles, falling on his behind and stretching his legs out in front of him. Daisy looks up, giggling when she realizes he's barefoot.

"I watered it yesterday because it was getting crunchy." She says, trying not to sound to happy that Harry got mud on the bottom of his feet. She's sure he can tell.

"When did ya do that?" Harry asks, leaning back on his elbows.

Daisy shrugs. "Don't know, you were upstairs I think or something."

"Every time I ask you a question, you say ya. don't know."

"I knew the grass was wet." She says teasingly, smirking when Harry let's out his famous annoyed huff. He doesn't respond for a bit, just lays by her and watches her fingers manuever the needle. After a moment, he speaks over the twittering birds.

"Where'd ya learn to do that?"

Daisy hums, finishing her stitch before answering. "My grandma, she taught my mom too but my mother's awful at teaching anything."

"Why?"

"Because she's impatient and rude when someone doesn't immediately think like her," Daisy pauses, looking up at Harry, "you two should get along quite well."

She looks at him long enough to see his eyebrows scrunch and hear him scoff, returning to her work with a smirk. "Maybe you should tell her how rude and impatient I am tomorrow when you have lunch with her and my mum. At least someone in that family will like me."

His tone is bitter, a low mutter in her ear, and for a second she feels bad. Until she remembers that he is rude and impatient, and deserves to be teased by her. It's only fair, and she wants to say so but she's too shocked by his plans for her for tomorrow to even mention it.

"What?" Daisy asks, looking up at him again. He's looking ahead at the fence and growing trees that line the backyard, but he's smirking cockily. She wants to wipe that smile right off his face.

"You're going out with the girls tomorrow. Gotta find a dress for our engagement party."

Daisy huffs, face scrunching in confusion. "I have dresses!"

Lazily, he turns towards her, eyelashes light in sun and eyes twinkling. Daisy thinks he looks cute, innocent. Until he opens his mouth of course.

"Not dresses that the wife of Styles man would wear." He gives her a fake smile, lips curling cruelly.

Daisy's cheeks heat up, both in embarrassment and anger, and she clenches her jaw to keep from saying something rude back. She's goes back to her crocheting, a new found energy going into it because she's so embarrassed she thinks she could jam her needle into Harry's ear.

He must be able to tell that he's pissed her off, because he sighs lowly and lays back on the blanket, looking up at the clouds while she crochets. They stay silent, and Daisy's beginning to think that maybe this is what the rest of her life is going to be like.

Harry drums his thin fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the song coming through the radio. Daisy doesn't know what song it is, but she supposes it's pretty good, especially with the way it's beat rumbles in Harry's chest.

"Try and act like you don't hate me too much, yeah?" He requests, voice just loud enough to be heard over the radio. Daisy scoffs, turning to look at the side of his face.

"I know how to act in front of your mother Harry, I'm not stupid."

His jaw ticks, and his eyes flutter in annoyance. "Didn't say you were bloody stupid, was just reminding you."

"Well don't."

They fall back into silence, Daisy looking out the windshield as they drive into town. Harry said he was dropping her off at a restaurant where he's made her and the girls a reservation. She doesn't know what restaurant, and she doesn't really care because she's too worried about having to spend a day with Anne and Gemma. She can't let them know how she really feels about Harry.

His breaths are harsh puffs of air, undoubtedly muttering curses under his breath or in his head. Daisy ignores him, enjoying the ride into to town. They pull up in front of a restaurant called Ellio's, Harry leaving the car running as he climbs out. He opens her door for her, holding out a hand to help her out.

Daisy steps up onto the sidewalk, brushing out her skirt with the palm of her hand. "They're already be inside." Harry tells her nodding towards the building. She looks over her shoulder, seeing Kitty and Meredith sat by the window. Kitty waves a tiny hand at them, beaming when Harry wiggles his fingers back at her.

"I guess I'll see you later then." Daisy says, turning back to Harry. He nods, running his fingers through his hair and he squints at her. Daisy waits for him to say more, but instead he just sighs and shakes his head, ducking down to wrap his arms around her waist. It's a brief and awkward hug, Daisy barely having a chance to rest her hands on his shoulders before he's pulling away and walking around the car.

"Don't eat too much dear, still need to fit into your dress." He says, winking at her over the top of the car. She gapes, heart pounding as he climbs in and drives away. Her hearts still shuddering when she gets inside and sits with the others, her mind replaying the way he'd said "dear" over and over until she's sure she looks like a deer in headlights.

"How are you holding up with Harry, love?"

Daisy's skin feels itchy and uncomfortable as she realizes Anne's speaking to her. When Harry told her she was coming to lunch with everyone, she somehow didn't realize that she'd definitely have to speak about Harry to his mother and sister, and she doesn't really want them to know that she hates Harry. What mother wants to hear about their child being a bad person?

"Fine!" Daisy immediately squeaks, blushing at the way her voice cracks nervously. She clears her throat. "He's.... I mean, I'm-it's fine."

Anne chuckles kindly, dabbing her napkin at her mouth. "Oh it's okay honey! We know Harry's a tough man to be around."

The girls all giggle at Anne's admittance, and Daisy feels herself relax into her chair more. At least she doesn't have to totally lie today.

"It's a little awkward. I mean, we don't really know each other and he doesn't talk much, but it's fine." Daisy says, wondering how Harry came from a woman as kind as Anne.

"Oh, now he's quiet!" Gemma complains, "I lived with him for years and he was a menace!"

A chorus of laughs ring out, even Kitty joining in even though she's always enjoyed Harry. Daisy can't help but wonder what he's doing today, if he went to work or stayed home. She sort of wishes he were here for her to pick on.

"He's still a menace." Daisy murmurs, eyes widening at how fondly the sentence comes out. She looks around, hoping no one's noticed, but by the way Gemma smirks at her, she's afraid she's realized too.

Daisy doesn't really know what she was expecting for an engagement party she didn't plan. Maybe a nice restaurant, or a catered dinner held in the garden at Thomas' house. She definitely wasn't expecting to be driven to the docks, where a large boat was being loaded with people. People not wearing life preservers.

"W-we're going on a boat?" Daisy stutters, chest starting to feel hot as her heart pounds. Harry closes her car door, right hand taking hers.

"Yeah, m'uncle set it up."

They cross the parking lot, her knees wobbling the closer they get to the water. "Did-did you pick the boat?"

"Didn't pick anything," Harry says, sounding a little annoyed with her. "I was just told when to show up."

Daisy nods, biting her bottom lip. This couldn't have been on purpose, she tells herself as the back of her eyes begin to sting. Thomas didn't know she's terrified of water or he would have planned something else. They're reaching the steps up to the dock when Harry pulls her into the sand, hiding them by the wood pillars.

"What's wrong?"

Daisy looks up at him, shoulders folding in when she sees the heat in his eyes. Is he mad at her? It's not her fault that she feels this way, in fact, it's his fault.

"I-I can't, um I can't get on the boat."

Harry sighs, his eyes fluttering shut and nose scrunching. She knows he's upset, she's seen that look on his many times before. It's never been accomplished by that glint in his eyes, though, and she's not sure what to make of it.

"It's just that, I'm not 100% comfortable-not even like 10% comfortable-being on a boat."

Her cheeks burn in embarrassment as Harry eyes flicker between hers, a furrow between his eyebrows. "You're afraid of boats?"

"No, I'm afraid of the uh water underneath the boat." Her confession is nothing more than a sheepish murmur, so quiet she hopes Harry even heard her over the waves crashing. "I don't know how to swim....still."

She chuckles awkwardly at her weak attempt at a joke, waiting for Harry to start complaining about having to deal with a baby cry for a fiance. She waits for his nostrils to flare and his lips to curl up mockingly. She gets the exact opposite.

Harry's features all soften. His shoulders droop and the creases of his face fade into soft skin. She thinks she might even see some sympathy in his eyes, or at least regret and it makes tears well in her eyes.

"It's gonna be okay." Harry says softly, the usual growl in his voice gone. "We'll be fine, I've been on this boat a million times."

Daisy doesn't get a chance to question or argue with him because he wraps a strong arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his shoulder. It's like all the air is sucked out of her body, and her stomach flutters as she feels how warm his body his and how good his cologne smells. It's not fair, it's not fair that he's this perfect man on the outside, dragging her in with his broad biceps and handsome smile, but constantly berating her with harsh words and intimidating gaze.

"I'll stay by you the whole time, promise."

The softness of his words, the way his voice is just a breath against her ear but the most sincere she's ever heard him, makes her lean into him. He strokes a thumb over her exposed arm, waiting for her to speak.

After a moment she realizes where she is and who's holding her, and her heart jumps into her throat. She quickly pulls away, wiping under her eyes to keep from having to look at him. "That's not very comforting." She jokes pathetically, straightening out her dress. A tiny smirk tugs at Harry's lips, one that looks too forced to make her feel proud of her teasing, takes over his face. He doesn't say anything, but he does reach out for her hand, and his hold stays strong as they step into the boat.

The laterns on the deck are lit, and the plates and food cleared away. Daisy, practically glued to Harry's side, is starting to feel droopy and tired as she listens to Harry chat with someone from work. She thinks his name is Peter, but she's met far too many people tonight to remember. Her cheek falls to rest against his arm, eyes fluttering over the area. A few people have taken over the dance floor, swaying and twirling to the soft music flowing through the air. Daisy spots Sterling and Stella pressed together on the dance floor, and she immediately smiles. She wonders what it'd be like to love like them. To be with someone who genuinely wants you for you, and not because they're being rewarded too.

Summer and Kitty are also on the dance floor, Kitty's little legs wrapped around Summer's thin waist as she giggles and laughs. If this were a normal night Daisy would be with them, spinning and tossing Kitty around without a care in the world. But she has to be Harry's fiance tonight, a fiance deserving of a rich business man like Harry.

Daisy was so busy watching her friends she didn't realize that Harry's friends have excused themselves or that Harry is reaching for her other hand. She lets him take it, hoping that maybe they look as good together as Stella and Sterling.

"Wanna dance with me?"

She looks up at him, chest seizing when she sees the laterns glowing in his eyes. "Okay," she agrees, grin growing when he leads her towards the others. He stops at an empty table for a moment, peeling off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. Her cheeks go hot as she watches him. She can't believe how good he looks in his just button ups and suspenders, hair a little mussed up from running his fingers through it.

Harry nods towards the middle of the floor, settling a warm hand on her waist and taking her other hand in his. She reaches up to grip his shoulder, inching closer to him as he begins to sway. She lets herself relax, despite the itching reminder that she's still floating on the ocean, and let's Harry guide her. Turns out he's fairly good at dancing, and that makes Daisy even more annoyed.

"Not too bad, huh?" Harry whispers, looking over the people around them. "Being with me, I mean. I had a good time tonight."

Daisy doesn't know what makes her say it because she's never been honest it vulnerable with Harry. But she still lays her head on his chest, murmuring, "I had a good time too."

Her eyes flutter shut, heart beat steadying and she thinks about how Harry stuck to his promise. He had kept his hand in hers or an arm around her shoulders all night. Every time they hit a bit of bumpy water he squeezed her closer and murmured in her ear that everything was fine. The more time she spends with him, she realizes, the more okay she feels about being with Harry. And maybe that's not a terrible thing.

#dear daisy #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles au #ww2 harry #soldier harry #angst #1930s #1930s Harry

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 35

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~*~Emma~*~

Sebastian's hands are incredible. The way he touched my body set me on fire. His thumb on my clit was secondary to his fingers. He stroked the perfect spot inside me. I'd never had someone touch me so intentionally. Had he asked, I couldn't have told him what I needed. I had no idea. Sebastian did. I remembered what he'd said our first night, the sex would get better as he learned how to touch me. He was learning now, paying attention to my reaction and changing accordingly. I didn't understand a word he was saying and it wasn't solely because he was speaking Romanian. He spoke in long sentences next to my ear where I could feel his breath.

I felt the pressure start to build and dug my nails into his bicep.

Sebastian's face came into view and the Romanian stopped, "You gonna come for me, baby."

That I didn't instantly was a miracle. "I am." His touch became firmer. "Oh fuck, Bastian. Your fingers. .." My words were cut off by my orgasm. The last thing I saw before I went blind, I mean closed my eyes, was his smile.

Sebastian kissed my neck and moved his fingers from inside me to my clit. "Wanna come again?"

Thirty seconds later I did. My body shook and I grabbed his wrist, too sensitive for more touch. I fisted the hair on the back of his head and pulled him away, where I could see him. His blue eyes were sparkling and the line of his lips was edging close to a smirk, "Yes?"

I loosened my hold on his hair, "You have very talented fingers."

"I couldn't leave you hanging." He pushed his head back against my hand. "I like the hair pulling."

"I think I was going to kiss you." I squeezed my eyes together for a moment, "My brain's a little scrambled."

Sebastian brought his mouth to mine, his tongue gently caressing mine. The intensity was high. Not an excited ramping up, more of a not wanting to let go holding on. Still, over time we did. He held me tight and I relaxed with my head on his shoulder. I didn't really know where to go after literally being fucked into a wall. I heard myself sign contentedly.

Sebastian laughed, "Yeah, I agree."

I stretched out across his lap, leaning back on the arm of the couch and wiggling my toes. A question popped in my mind, "What were you saying?"

"You're beautiful. You make me feel good. I’m glad I got here early to spend more time with you." He kissed me softly, "And a bunch of dirty stuff that would sound bad right now, but I'II happily repeat later."

"That sounds fun!" I ran my fingers over his cheek and down his chest. "We got the tournament bracket last night."

"Did you?" He rubbed his hand on my hip. "What seed are you? Is there a team name?"

"There is a team name. We are the Demonic Crickets." I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I feel a story coming."

"It's from Schitt's Creek." His lack of expression said he hadn't seen it. I reached behind me, patting the table to find the remote. I quickly had Season 1 Episode 7 "Turkey Shoot” pulled up on Plex. "It’s the opening." I let it play, pleased with his expression and light laughter. I paused at the credits. "I wanted milky exoskeleton, but Pete thought it sounded dirty and would be hard to pronounce drunk."

"He might have a point with the second part. Doesn't sound dirty, unless maybe your drunk and it comes out milky secretions."

I laughed, "Pete said those exact words. You two are going to get along." I remembered the first part of his question, "We're the three seed. First round is at noon. Have to be there at eleven."

"Three is good. Not the pressure of the one spot, or the angry runner up number two, or too far down to be taken seriously. Three is perfect to sneak in and take over."

I wasn't sure if he knew anything about seeding or was being supportive. "I like being a three. We play the five seed and that should be a good match, we'll get the nerves out and can make adjustments if our plan isn't working. One plays eight and two plays seven. Those mess with your head more. If you struggle you question how you'll do with a higher seed, but if you win easy you can get overconfident. Plus, if you breeze through you don't figure out what adjustments you need."

"This is going to be fun."

"I hope you’ll have fun. I'll have a blast." I picked up the remote to turn the TV off.

"No, let's watch. I've never seen Schitt's Creek. We'll find something I love that you haven't seen and trade off."

"I'll go back to episode one, so you know what’s going on." I moved around to sit a little more facing the TV with my legs still over his lap. I wanted to be able to watch the show and his face. And I just wanted to look at him.

Several episodes, tons of laughter, and making out during the credits later I heard a strange gurgling sound. I put my hand on Sebastian's stomach, "Hungry, baby?"

"Sounds like I am." He put his hand over mine, assuring I didn’t move. "I made us a reservation at the place we went last week. I hope that's alright."

"Same place?" There were several good places around town, but he wouldn't know them.

"Good food." He smiled, "Last week I wanted to take a walk by the river, but the storm ruined it."

I mumbled, "Among other things."

We both laughed. "Good memories too."

He picked my hand up off his stomach and brought it to his mouth. "Very. Reservation at seven."

I hit the info button on the remote. It was almost six thirty. "I need to change."

"The fairy costume has grown on me." He fluffed my skirt.

"My wings are smashed. Besides us out to dinner with me in a fairy costume is a guaranteed picture on Instagram that I don’t want to explain."

Sebastian pulled me into a hug. "I should change too."

"At least zip your jeans." I flipped the fabric before I stood up. He still had my hand and I waited for him to stand. I was amused by how dressed we were. His pants were open and mine were by the door. It had been a very targeted activity.

The look on Sebastian's face told me he was thinking something similar. He nodded to the door, "I'll grab my bag and your pants."

"Thank you." We separated at the stairs and I ran up. What to wear. What to wear. I ducked into the bath room to freshen up and came out in my bathrobe. Sebastian was in his boxers and a t-shirt. My mouth watered.

Sebastian was pulling things out of his bag, laying them on the bed. He paused to look me up and down. "Next weekend I'd like to take you out someplace nice."

I clasped my hands between my breasts, raising my shoulders with excitement, "Dress up in girl clothes nice?"

His eyebrows raised with the nod of his head and smile, "Exactly."

I sighed dramatically, "I miss dressing up and going out to dinner." I closed my eyes, "Live music, plays, art openings."

"Then next weekend you’re in luck." He picked up his shaving kit, heading toward the bathroom. He stopped to kiss me, "I know places to go in NY, unlike here.”

"There's some fine dining places here. Haven't dated much here, but I can research. Won't have the same energy as the city."

He closed the bathroom door, "I’m happy and sad you don't know good date spots."

I walked into my closet to find something to make my date's pants tight. Casual, cute, and a touch of sexy. I was pulling on my white mini skirt with an eyelet bottom when Sebastian came to the closet door. He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a black polo, and a pair of loafers. "You look handsome." I was still adjusting to his shorn beard, with how young he looked. There was a hook on the door for my robe and I slid it off, handing it to Sebastian. He missed the hook because he wasn't looking in the right direction. He was looking at me in a bra and miniskirt. I could see him swallow hard, "This closer to your fantasy?"

"Closer, but not quite."

I took my blue chambray shirt of the hanger and dropped it over my head. It had a loose contoured cut and gathered in a knot at my hip. I added a few long necklaces and matching earrings before picking up my wedge sandals. Sebastian was blocking the door, his body filling the space. I put my hands on his waist and smoothed around to his back. Our hips connected, but there was space between our upper bodies. He kissed my head, "We look like casual summer lovers out for a night.

"Pretty accurate."

"Causal looking, not casual lovers."

The look on his face stopped my heart. I pressed my lips to his for a quick kiss that took on a life of its own, morphing in to a lazy long kiss. I broke the kiss and buried my nose against him, "You smell fucking delicious." I drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Didn’t bring cologne to move my parents."

"We had many things working against up last weekend.”

"And yet here we are."

'Yes, we are." I sat down on the bed to put on my shoes. "Adversity becomes us."

Sebastian knelt on the floor in front of me, sliding my shoe on my foot, “This is the least difficult thing ever.” He took my hands as he stood up and brought me into his arms.

We stood holding onto each other for a long time. Last weekend was touching on Friday, sharing secrets on Saturday, hugging on Sunday, and sex on Monday. Seemed tonight’s theme was romance. I closed my eyes and clung to him, feeling the hard plane of his chest against my cheek and the slight twitch of a muscle in his back. I’d ask him last week if it was crazy to think you were falling for someone after three days. Thankfully he’d said no, because I didn’t think I was falling for him now, I knew I was. I wasn’t in love with him, but it wouldn’t take long, which is different for me. I don’t get emotionally involved with people easily, except those rare times like with Angie. It takes a while for me to trust and attach. Standing here wrapped in his arms I didn’t want to let go. Part of not wanting to let go was as sure as I was that I could fall in love with him, I knew the same was true for him, and right this second it felt so good.

Sebastian kissed my head and ran his hand down my arm to take my hand before stepping away, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” I nodded slightly and hoped my legs were going to work. I grabbed my purse on the way out the door, “Do you want to drive?”

“Yes, please.”

I got a thrill at having this man driving my vehicle. Absolutely ridiculous. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was fifteen going my first date. It wasn’t even our first date. “Code is 0418.” He punched the code into the driver’s side door, hit the unlock button, and walked me to the other side of the car, giving me a kiss before closing the door.

He got in and adjusted the seat and mirrors before starting the engine, “I like driving.”

“I like being driven.” I waited until he buckled his seat belt before laying my hand on his leg. I couldn’t help but touch him and his smile made my stomach flip. “Remember how to get there?”

“Yeah.” He nodded and glanced over, “I drove. If I don’t drive, I don’t remember how to get anywhere. How far away is the tournament?”

“Umm, five minutes. It’s over by the Whole Foods. We should take an Uber.”

“Planning on getting me too drunk to drive?”

“And they set up checkpoints.”

The restaurant was quite a bit busier than last week. We were parked further away, but closer to the river walk. “Don’t move.”

He jumped out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door, and taking my hand. I needed to say something about this. I waited for him to close the door. “Wait a second.”

“What’s up?” He faced me and looked expectantly.

“You driving and opening doors, the chivalrous stuff. I appreciate it. I like how you treat me. You’re a gentleman.”

Sebastian smiled sheepishly, “I just fucked you into a wall.”

I gasped, “Oh my god.” I could feel my cheeks burning.

His expression dropped, “You’re blushing.” He pulled me close, holding my head to him. “Emma, I’m sorry.”

I started laughing, pushed him away and put my hand on his chest. “Just take the compliment, Seb.”

He laughed and wrapped his hand around mine, “Thank you.”

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 6 years ago

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BTS Reaction: You need to hug something in order to sleep

Namjoon

You were coming to stay the weekend with Namjoon. He knew that you needed to have something to cuddle with to sleep at night so he bought a giant Koya plushie and set it in the guest room for you. You two were crushing on each other hard but still were too nervous to confess to one another. Namjoon was hoping that after this weekend he would get the courage to confess to you or you would to him. When you arrived he hugged you tightly to him and showed you to the room where you would be sleeping. When you saw the Koya plushie on the bed you ran over to it and hugged it tightly in your arms.

“Joon! Did you get this just for me?”

“Yeah I did. I remembered you telling me that you couldn’t fall asleep unless you were hugging something so I bought that for you.” You walk up to him and place a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re literally the sweetest Namjoon. Thank you so much you are so thoughtful.” He’s smiling at you with his dimples prominent on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but poke them.

“Cute.”

Namjoon had already made up his mind that before the day was over he was going to confess his crush on you. You were just looked too cute clinging to the plushie for him not to.

Jin

Jin wanted to surprise you with a visit after he got back from tour. You had been up late that night and were still asleep when you heard knocking on your bedroom door. Jin knew where the spare key was to your apartment so he had let himself in.

“Y/n it’s me. Can I come in please? I wanted to see you I missed you so much these past few months.” When you heard Jin’s voice you immediately shot out of bed and opened the door and threw yourself into his arms. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you tightly and press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I missed you so much Jin. I’m so happy you’re back.”

“I’m glad to be back too jagi.” He looked up to glance around the room and he saw an RJ plushie sitting on your bed.

“Aww Jagi did you miss me that much that you slept with a RJ?” You start to flush in embarrassment so you bury your face even more into his chest.

“I needed something to hug in order to sleep Jin. Since I couldn’t have you while you were gone I had RJ here to keep me company.” He pulls away from you and peppers kisses all over your face.

“You are literally the cutest!”

Yoongi

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Yoongi to stay the night together but tonight was the first night you two were actually sleeping in the same bed. You felt bad for him always taking the couch so you suggested you two sleep together. He felt you tossing and turning next to him and rolled over to look at you.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable by sleeping next to you I can leave and go sleep on the couch..”

“Oh no, Yoongi it’s not you trust me.”

“Then what is it? Can I do something to help you sleep?”

“I have to be hugging something when I sleep.. Usually I use my extra pillow but since you’re sleeping in here this time I can’t use it..” Yoongi rolls onto his side and grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist.

“You can hug me then instead.” After you get over your initial embarrassment you snuggle into his back smiling to yourself.

“Goodnight y/n. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight Yoongi. Are you sure you don’t mind me clinging to you the whole night?”

“Of course not. I actually kinda like it.”

Hoseok

Hoseok has had a crush on you for a while, it was obvious to you too but you were waiting patiently for him to confess as you were way too shy to do it yourself. You two had been friends for even longer so he had a key to your apartment. He wanted to surprise you with lunch. When he walked into your apartment he saw you peacefully sleeping on the couch with a pillow held tightly in your arms. He was absolutely smitten with how adorable you looked. He set the bags on the counter and when he shut your front door you started to stir.

“Oh, hey Hobi.” You look down at the pillow hugged tightly in your arms and practically chuck it across the room. Hoseok chuckles at you.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed y/n. I think it’s quite adorable that you have to hug something to sleep. Although you know a real person might be better than a pillow.” You smirk and sit up from the couch so you’re looking at him.

“You mean someone like you, Hobi?” He nearly chokes on the kimchi he was eating at your words.

“I mean if you’re looking for volunteers I am happy to oblige.” It wasn’t a full confession yet, but you would take it. For now.

Jimin

Jimin had stayed the night at your place for the first time since you two started dating. He wanted to surprise you with breakfast. He went to go into your room to wake you up when he saw you laying in bed tightly cuddling a Chimmy plushie. Needless to say he lost his shit. He immediately starts squealing with happiness and fawning over how freaking adorable you are. He jumps into bed with you and wraps his arms around your waist hugging your back to his chest.

“What are you doing Jimin?”

“I came to tell you I made breakfast but I just couldn’t contain myself when I saw you sleeping with that plushie.” You look down at the little puppy cradled in your arms and you immediately start blushing.

“Don’t be embarrassed y/n! I think it’s adorable! Although you could cling to me instead ya know? I won’t mind.” You smile at him warmly.

“Maybe next time Jimin.”

Taehyung

You had Taehyung had been together for a while and after your date he asked you to stay the night at his house rather than go home. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you yet and wanted to spend the night with you cuddled up in his arms.

“Oh.. Tae I don’t know if that’s the best idea..” He pouts at you.

“Why not jagi? I promise I won’t try anything weird. I just want to sleep with you in the literal sense of the word.”

“I know you won’t Tae, it’s just.. I can’t sleep without hugging something and I don’t want to be clinging onto you making you uncomfortable.”

“That’s exactly what I want y/n! You can spend the whole night with me wrapped up in your arms if that’s what you want. Because I can’t think of a better way I would rather spend my night.” He’s smiling at you so sweetly you can’t say no.

That night when you are laying on your side being the big spoon he hears you quietly whisper, “You’re so much better than a pillow.”

Jungkook

It was your first time staying the night with Jungkook. He took you out on another date but you two were out quite late just talking and having fun. It was almost midnight by the time you two arrived back at his apartment.

“Y/n why don’t you just stay the night? It’s really late and I don’t want you to have to go home by yourself.”

“I don’t know Jungkook. I didn’t bring any clothes to change into I’d rather not have to sleep in this skirt.” He walks into his bedroom and brings out a large white tshirt and pair of his short. He smirks at you.

“Problem solved.”

When you walk out of the bathroom wearing his clothing he can’t help but think how good you look. A faint blush starts to form on his cheeks.

“Uh.. You can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch.” He can tell you’re nervous about something as your fidgeting with your hands.

“Actually Jungkook do you mind sleeping with me? It’s just.. I need to hug something in order to sleep. I mean if you don’t want to I could just use a pillow or something but.. I’d rather it be you.” He crosses the room and picks you up bridal style and gently places you on his bed, crawling in after you. He lays on his back and you lay on his chest, arm tightly wrapped around his waist.

“Thank you Kookie.”

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tsunnychan · 4 years ago

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a change of pace: new year’s celebrations

i can finally rest.... this is the last piece of sylvgrid i’ll write for the next few months to come

it’s been a crazy run (I have never written so much since high school) and every second has been enjoyable

reconnecting and making new friends @shining-jul-of-hope and @nicolewrites to die on the new sylvgrid hill :). i might not be writing or as active, but i’ll definitely be reading!!

ao3

summary: on the brink of the New Year, Ingrid recounts the friendships she's made and the ones maintained.during the actual countdown, she thinks of something else.

It is about five o’clock in the evening on New Year’s Eve, but that didn’t stop Sylvain from bringing out the alcohol and board games. Currently, there’s a rather large gathering around the dining table to watch, apparently, the most intense game of Monopoly to date. Hilda and Marianne stand behind Claude, looking over his shoulder and counting the amount of properties he owned. Meanwhile, Annette is pulling on Felix’s arm as she verbally counts out loud how many properties and railroads Sylvain owns as he casually waves off her concerns, gesturing for Petra to roll the dice, Ashe sitting to her right explaining the rules. Once she does, the sounds of simultaneous glee and frustrated groans erupt immediately after, several hands reaching for their drinks, grumbling as they took more shots.

Ingrid snorts into her drink as she watches Sylvain and Claude exchange high-fives across the table, while Petra holds up a handful of rainbow paper in confusion with Ashe frantically trying to explain the different values of money.

She mutters to herself, “those two should never be allowed to play boardgames together…”

She’s just about to take another sip when a warm arm wraps around her waist and a teasing voice singsongs into her ear, “Ooh, Ingie! Scoping out which boy you’d like to smooch tonight?”

Ingrid chokes and almost spits out her drink.

Thankfully, Dorothea waves off any worried glances sent their way with a wink, patting Ingrid’s back not-so apologetically as she tries to catch her breath.

Face red and still coughing, Ingrid glares at the innocent smile on her friend’s face. “That is not what I’m doing.”

Dorothea sighs dramatically and slides into the stool next to her, resting her elbows on the countertop. “Pity. I’m sure one of them would’ve enjoyed that.”

Despite not drinking anything, Ingrid almost chokes again. Her mind briefly flashes to the jade pendant in her room before she violently pushes the thought away, hoping, praying, the sudden heat on her cheeks is passable for alcohol. She whips her head over to friend, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by that?”

The mock-forlorn expression on Dorothea’s face melts into one of mischief. “Oh, Ingie. I’m not one to spill other people’s secrets.” She wiggles her fingers at her, the blue gemstone of her ring sparkling under the kitchen lights. Dorothea winks again. “Besides, you know I’d much rather keep you to myself.”

Ingrid sighs, exasperated, but smiles anyway. She sips at her drink carefully, not wanting a repeat performance of earlier. “Well, all of that aside, I’m glad you like the ring enough to wear it often. I’m not very good at picking out jewelry… but I really wanted to thank you. You saved me from a huge headache.”

Just thinking about that disastrous blind date from last year makes her nauseous. At her father’s request, she’d agreed to meet with a potential business partner, interested in bailing out her father’s company and taking over production costs. These requests had steadily streamed in after… Glenn’s accident, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, nor anything she couldn’t handle on her own.

So, she went to the meeting alone.

It’d been some distance away from Garreg Mach, closer to Mittelfrank Opera House, and a corner of her mind began sending her warning signals. She stood across the street from the appointed address, and she just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Then, a slim arm looped around hers and tugged, a sweet voice gasping, loud and abrasive, “Oh, Ingrid! This is where you were? You should’ve told me you got lost! I would’ve escorted you myself!”

And suddenly, she and this mystery brunette were flying down the street and she was thrust through the doors of the opera house. Ingrid was still busy trying to catch her breath and figure out how this girl new her name and why that gut feeling of hers disappeared.

The doors slammed shut and Ingrid flinched. She looked up, the other girl dusting off her clothes and rearranging her skirt. She looked vaguely familiar… Before she could voice her thoughts, the other girl made eye contact and smiled. “Well, Ingie, I’d say we dodged a huge bullet there. Perhaps, literally.”

Several thoughts ran through Ingrid’s mine, but the first one that came out was, “Ingie?”

She received a coy smile in response. “Ingrid Galatea, right? Sylvain’s friend?”

Ingrid’s head swirled even more. “How do you know Sylvain? Wait, don’t answer that—”

At that, the other girl threw her head back and laughed, so freely, that Ingrid wondered what she’d said. She watched as the other gleefully wiped tears from her eyes, smile wide on her face. “Oh, Ingrid. Sylvain is cute, but…” she winks, and Ingrid feels herself flush. “He’s not my type.”

Seeing her confusion, the other girl’s playful smile turned gentle. “In all seriousness, we worked part-time jobs together. He comes to the opera house now and then to help out and relax. He talks about you all the time”

After a few more moments of silence, Ingrid finally forced out the questions she meant to ask. “Who are you? And why did you bring me here?”

A mixed expression flashed over her face, but it’s not there long enough for Ingrid to recognize. “I’m Dorothea Arnault. I’m actually in the year above you, which is probably why you haven’t seen me around before… and as a Blue Lions’ kid, I doubt you’ve been around the Black Eagles dorms very often. As for bringing you here…”

Ingrid felt a sudden chill as Dorothea’s eyes turned hard. “Let’s just say that scumbag businessman you were going to meet? The only thing he has to his name is blood money.”

She freezes. “What?”

Dorothea scowled and crossed her arms. “He’s a frequent visitor to the opera house, donating this or that. Our company looked him up and we’ve banned him for life.”

“How did you know where I was going?”

Dorothea sighed heavily. “The opera house may have banned him, but we don’t have the power to remove someone from the city. That building you were going to? That’s his base of operations. He’s got this whole region wrapped around his pinky with blackmail.”

Ingrid shifted uncomfortably, dread settling in her stomach with this new information. She was going to have to write her father back. Another thought popped into her head. “I might be Sylvain’s friend, but you’ve never met me before. How did you know it was me?”

Dorothea laughed again, shaking her head. “Ingie, Sylvain paints a very vivid picture of the best friend who cleans up after him.”

Ingrid couldn’t help but scoff and roll her eyes, muttering, “Sylvain…”

Dorothea walked to her side and held out her hand. “As insufferable as he is, he does care. He’d cover my shifts so I could come back here to perform. So… any friend of his, is a friend of mine.”

Ingrid felt the corner of her mouth lift and took the proffered hand. “He does have his redeeming qualities, doesn’t he?”

Dorothea laughed again and linked their arms together. “That he does. Speaking of performances, we have one in a few hours. How would you like to stay and help? As a thank you to your lovely savior?”

Ingrid flustered. “Well, I’m not much of a performer—”

“Then how about you stay and watch? I’ll even give you a make-over, free of charge.”

“I thought you said this was my ‘thank you’ to you?”

Dorothea winked and bowed dramatically, and Ingrid realized exactly why Sylvain and Dorothea were friends. “And it would be such a gift to dress you, Miss Galatea.”

Ingrid wasn’t able to get many other words in edgewise, as Dorothea pushed her to the dressing rooms and threw her a slew of dresses to try on. A few weeks later, Ingrid nervously entered the Black Eagles dormitory for the first time and handed off a little black box to Dorothea. “I know this isn’t much and I’m not the best at picking gifts—”

She was promptly pounced upon after her new friend saw the glittering blue gemstone set in a simple band. She received an exaggerated, wet kiss on her cheek. “Oh, Ingie! You shouldn’t have!”

Ingrid laughed as Dorothea’s hold on her grew tighter. “You’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t have, if it’s going to give you the wrong ideas.”

Dorothea pulled back and smiled innocently. “Me? Never.”

Ever since then, she and Dorothea had met up regularly. She would always run by her father’s requests with her and they would go on the occasional shopping trips where Dorothea urged her to try on far too many clothes out of her comfort zone.

But even then, Ingrid appreciates it. Having grown up with brothers and having three additional headaches to monitor in the form of her childhood friends… it’s nice to be taken care of for the things she never cared about before.

Then, Dorothea reaches over and swipes her drink, finishing it off in one go, breaking her out of her reverie. Ingrid raises her eyebrows, growing apprehensive. Dorothea only ever pulls a stunt like that when she’s ready to talk her into something she will wholeheartedly not agree with. “…What are you plotting now, Thea?”

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Dorothea grins. “How about a little make-over?”

Four hours later, Ingrid now sits in her bathroom, fidgeting in a gauzy mint dress, as Dorothea adds another layer of eyeshadow. “Dorothea… is all of this really necessary?”

“Ingrid! Tonight’s a special occasion! Didn’t you say you would dress up for special occasions?”

She wrinkles her nose as Dorothea brushes over it with blush. “I’ve celebrated New Year’s with everyone before and I’ve never dressed up.”

Dorothea sighs and sets down her brushes with a clatter, and Ingrid takes this as her cue to open her eyes. She’s slightly taken aback at her reflection, gold glittering on her eyelids, cheeks rosy, lips glossed… She gulps. “Dorothea… what are you getting at with all of this?”

Her friend sighs again and sets her hands on her shoulders, resting her chin on top of Ingrid’s head. “Ingrid, were you really not scoping out a boy to smooch tonight?”

She splutters, “W-what? No! What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, some of Fódlan folklore says the first person you meet on New Year’s and how you meet them, determines the rest of your year. And a kiss is for strengthening ties you want to maintain in the future.”

Ingrid’s face is impossibly hot and she wonders how strong the alcohol Sylvain bought really was… “W-what’s your point?”

“Not thinking about Claude or Sylvain?”

The heat in her face instantaneously spreads to the rest of her body and she physically bats away a laughing Dorothea. “No! Dorothea, why would you say that?”

Her friend shrugs, sly smile on her face. “No particular reason, just curious. You seemed so amused looking in their direction. I just wanted to know which of the two you were looking at.”

Ingrid stares at her friend in mortification, but only receives a wink in response. “Or maybe… both?”

Ingrid shoots up from her stool and covers her face, only to have her hands wrenched away. “Your make-up, Ingrid! Don’t smudge it!”

“Dorothea!”

Taking pity, Dorothea sighs and sits Ingrid back down, gently smoothing down her hair. “Relax, Ingie. I’m only teasing… mostly.”

Still burning in embarrassment, Ingrid mutters, “I was looking at them because I was thinking how they should never be allowed to play boardgames together… They’re going to drink everyone under the table at this rate.”

Dorothea snorts and begins to rifle through Ingrid’s jewelry collection. Her eyes land a new white box and she opens it. “Ingrid, when did you get this pendant?”

Ingrid’s eyes dart to the piece in question. “Oh. Sylvain bought that in Sreng for me as my Christmas present.”

Dorothea hums noncommittedly as she fishes out a delicate silver chain from her own jewelry box. She threads it through the pendant and places it around Ingrid’s neck, fastening the clasp.

Ingrid’s eyes widen. “Thea, isn’t this your chain��?”

“Hmm, think of it as a gift. You gave me a ring, and I’ll give you a necklace chain.”

Ingrid’s fingers hover over the jade pendant and Dorothea smiles at her in the mirror. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Reminded me of you.

For the third time today, Ingrid feels herself flush.

Ingrid is two drinks into the night when she finally finds Sylvain leaning against the far wall of the living room, nursing a near empty cup with a similarly empty expression on his face. She joins him, shoulders brushing, only slightly worried when he didn’t so much as look in her direction. She purses her lips. “What, lose all that hard-earned money from Monopoly today?”

Sylvain blinks and his eyes adjust to her. He’s silent for a few more moments, studying her. Then, he laughs and shakes his head. “Well, you know Claude.”

She knocks his elbow with hers. “I also know you.”

He snorts. “That you do.” Then, “is that the necklace?”

Her stomach lurches suddenly and she forces herself to nod. “Yeah, it is. Dorothea gave me the chain for it.”

Sylvain is silent again, before the corner of his lips curl up. “It’s pretty. You look nice, Ingrid.”

There’s a blush burning on her cheeks yet again, and another that starts in the center of her chest. She swallows hard, their conversation on Christmas Eve pushing to the forefront of her mind. Of the words she didn’t say out loud. “Hey, Sylvain?”

“Hm?” His head rolls toward her, lazy smile on his face. The countdown to the New Year fades into the background and Ingrid never realized how golden his eyes could get. She drops her head to his shoulder abruptly, heat shooting down her spine. She’s definitely had one too many drinks.

“Ing?”

His hand is hovering over hers, and before she can overthink it, she grabs it and squeezes. She swallows the lump in her throat, trying not to think about the heat of his palm and how right it feels with his fingers slotted between hers. She forces herself to meet his gaze again. “I’m glad you’re home.”

She can hear Annette and Ashe scream, “Happy New Year!” from the other side of the room, but she’s focused on the pink in Sylvain’s cheeks and wonders if it’s from the alcohol he brought. A tight squeeze of her hand brings her eyes back to his. Somehow, the gold in his eyes melts even further and she’s lost. So lost, as her mouth dries when that small smile, just for her, grows on his lips. “Me too.”

And maybe not for the first time, if she’s honest with herself, Ingrid wonders what it would be like to kiss her best friend with the secret sunshine smile.

#sylvgrid #sylgrid #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #fe3h #fire emblem: three houses #i can finally rest #and turn all my brain power back to medicine #i'll miss having sylvain drive my last brain cell #but it's for the best #he's no doctor #at least not in this au #maybe in the medical au shitpost i was gonna write for my friend #but more on that later #thank you everyone for being on this journey with me #just three more posts to go and best laid plans is complete!!

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sometimeswritingsometimesdying · 5 years ago

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1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.

A prophecy says four boys save the world. It’s wrong.

2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.

“Rich may have gotten a concussion while we fought a dragon today.”

3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?

For now it’s called “The Four Magicians (Plus one more)”

4: Describe the setting of your WIP.

it’s not very well developed for now, but basically it’s a magical world with many forests and mountains. I’m also thinking of adding some sort of kingdom system, since that was the original idea.

5: Search for the word “knife” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

nope! no knifes in this one

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

none

7: What are you most proud of?

Definitely the characters. I really like the different personalities and backgrounds I gave them, and how they interact with one another

8: What is your biggest challenge?

describing things, probably? Because I already know what things look like and what I want characters to look like I have a hard time showing that to the reader

9: How would you describe your writing style?

Very narrative, sort of? That’s how my teachers have described it

10: How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

3rd person because I HATE 1st person

11: Which character do you have the most in common with?

probably Eric, because, I too, am a nerd who tries too hard but somehow is still considered a bit cool by others, and, I too, fall for the cute one in my group of friends

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

probably Oscar, since he’s very closed off and doesn’t like to talk about himself a lot, which is the opposite of me.

13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?

Rich and Oscar bicker, Eric tries to find a way to get back to safety and Sam and Adrien try helping Eric

14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

No, but Rich is probably a Gemini

15: Do you know your characters’ MBTI personalities?

nope

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

Rich would be a dragon hunter, Oscar would be a dragon, Adrien would also be a dragon, but, like, a cute one, Eric would be the other dragon hunter, and Sam would be some kind of storyteller for the other four. Adrien and Sam probably came up with the idea

17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?

The main theme (or motif) would be that your background doesn’t define you

18: What’s easier, dialogue or description?

dialogue, 100%

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

it may not describe my WIP perfectly, but it describes what I did to the characters

20: Post a brief excerpt.

It’s definitely not my best piece of writing, but it’s all I’ve got

After effectively killing the dragon (more like burning it to a crisp) they all walked back to their dorm. They were all tired, not only because of the fight but also because Shiloh had insisted on using the new spells, which take an incredible amount of power, even for Rich.

“Another Dragon. That’s the fourth one this year!” Oscar said.

“Well, yeah, but what do you expect? The school is situated between a mountain range and a forest, next, we’ll have to fight goblins.” Eric responded.

“Ugh, can’t they just make a magic barrier or something around the school grounds?” Rich complained, dramatically draping himself over Sam.

“They could, but it takes a lot of magic, Rich,” Sam says. Over the years, Sam and Rich had grown close and they came to consider each other brothers. Meanwhile, Eric and Sam had been constructing and creating machine after machine, putting them around their dorm to supposedly make their life easier, keyword there is ‘supposedly’. Speaking of Eric and Sam’s machines; “Eric the coffee maker broke again.”

“Oh, not again! I must have put ten spells on that thing!” Eric said turning to Rich, who was trying to make coffee. “Maybe if I lubricate the cogs…” Oscar made his way over to the four of them.

“What if you re-arranged the coils?” Eric hummed, pondering the suggestion.

“That… might actually work. Give me a couple minutes.” Rich walked over to the couch where Sam was already sitting. He threw himself on the couch with a groan.

“I’m bored, I want to do something!” Oscar raised an eyebrow.

“You literally just killed a dragon, and you’re bored?” Rich turned around and glared at Oscar.

“Yes, Oscar, I am.”

“Well if you want, we could go to the library all together later.” Sam offered. Rich groans again.

“But that’s boooooring.” Suddenly Rich’s face lit up, and a grin spreads across his face.

“Oh, no, what is he thinking now?” Oscar mutters. Rich looked back at Oscar.

“I’m thinking that we are going to town tonight!”

“You do realize that it’s against the rules to go out on school nights?” Just as Oscar’s thought left his mouth there was a knock at the door, and Eric went to answer. He came back with Adrien, who was wearing his usual clothes and cape, fancy just enough to make him look like some kind of prince. Adrien hadn’t changed much since they had met him, their first class with Shiloh, and had become friends shortly after an incident that happened after that very class.

…

Adrien always tried to understand others. He really did. He tried to understand why Shiloh brought him to her class. He tried to understand why the other kids laughed at him. And he tried to understand why the other boys glared and scowled at him. He really did try, but he just couldn’t understand them.

As he skipped down the hall, he started whistling a tune that was stuck in his head from a couple days. He was wearing his favorite skirt, which always put him in a happy mood, with his magic cape, or so Shiloh called it. He thought about the lesson he had just escaped, which Shiloh had dragged him to. She had promised the young wizards were nice and would have been his friends, but once he arrived they had seemed quite wary around him.

He was still lost in thought when someone grabbed him by the hood of his cape, effectively choking him.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is.” Adrien recognized the voice. It was Kyle’s, from his homeroom class, but he was not the one who had grabbed him since he was now standing cross-armed in front of him. Adrien squirmed and struggled to be let go, but to no avail.

The first hit came out of nowhere. Before Adrien could protect himself, Kyle had hit him hard in the stomach. It took him a moment to register what had happened since spots were dancing in his eyes and Kyle and his friends were calling him names and shouting insults at him, but one thing he heard loud and clear, was his name being called.

“Adrien!” It was a voice he did not recognize, and it was followed by at least four pairs of footsteps. He was suddenly thrown to the ground, and in a frenzy he turned around and ran for it, ignoring the aching throb near his stomach.

What he didn’t know, was that Eric was the person who called out to him. Blaze had told them it would be best to go see how their younger friend was doing and had caught Kyle just as he was about to punch Adrien again.

“Sam, go call Shiloh, Oscar, Rich, hold them off.”

“With pleasure,” Rich said, grinning. He called his magic to him and was suddenly backed up by a wave of blue. Meanwhile, Oscar had lit a flame in his hand. Then Eric took off to find Adrien.

“Oh, look at the little prodigies! They think they’re so powerful!” Kyle mocked. At that Oscar enhanced his flame, and Rich’s wave started advancing before Oscar cut him off. Kyle’s eyes were wide and scared, and he looked frozen in place. Then he ran off, leaving his friends and dignity there.

It took Eric a little while to find Adrien curled up in an obscure corner of a corridor. When they had been introduced to Adrien, he had seemed so shy, yet friendly, nice, and trustworthy. He had been a couple years younger than the others, but Eric didn’t mind since he too was two years younger than them. Although he had mostly sat off to the side or behind Shiloh, Eric had noticed his white hair, his light blue dress, and the freckles on his face. Meanwhile, the other three had snickered and laughed behind him, but now he understood why he had been so reclusive. He had been scared they would make fun of him.

He walked over to him and sat down at his side. He wasn’t too good at comforting others, but he’d try.

“Hey, Adrien.” He whispered.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have caused you trouble.” He mumbled, his head still in his arms.

“You didn’t cause us any trouble, we’re glad we could help.” Adrien lifted his head with a hopeful expression.

“Really?” Eric smiled and nodded.

“Did they do anything else?” He seemed to falter for a moment, then spoke up.

“Well, they always call me names.” Eric bit his lip. How do you respond to that?

“You know, they call me names too.”

“But why? I mean you seem alright…” Eric chuckled. This guy really was insecure!

“Well, they are scared of me, because I’m more intelligent than them.” He stopped for a moment, picking his words carefully. “And they’re scared of you because you’re more courageous than them.”

“No, I’m not,”

“Yes, you are. It takes a lot of courage to be different.” Adrien looked back at him wide-eyed like he couldn’t believe he had said that. Then, Eric wrapped him up in a hug.

“Thanks.” Before Eric could add anything, they heard footsteps down the hall. Soon enough, Shiloh and Sam were frantically trying to understand if Adrien was hurt, and Rich and Oscar were recounting how they made Kyle runoff (with added sound effects). By then, Adrien was feeling much better and thankfully wasn’t hurt.

That was only the beginning.

…

Adrien still looked like a male version of Shiloh, just younger and with freckles. He had messy light blond hair, silver eyes, which sat well on his soft face, was rather tall, and had a bubbly personality, which all of them enjoyed, although he used to be persuaded by Rich way too easily to execute dangerous plans of his (They all remember the hair incident.)

“Hey, guys, what are you talking about?”

“Rich may have gotten a concussion while we fought a dragon today.” Rich gasped dramatically.

“I did not, and since I’ve got another friend to back me up on this, Adrien, what do you think about sneaking out tonight, you know, all together?” Adrien seemed to falter a bit at the question, after all, Shiloh is his sister, but he’s never been exactly as mature as her.

“I don’t see why not, as long as we don’t harm anyone.” Rich’s smile grew.

“I mean, if Adrien’s in, I’m in too,” Eric said.

“Well, it would be fun,” Sam added. “But how exactly will we sneak out? None of us know how.”

Oscar sighed and walked to the couch.

“I guess I could lead the way.” Everyone’s eyes widened.

“Wait- are you serious?” Oscar nodded. “How do you even know how?”

Oscar shrugged. “I’ve had my amount of adventures, plus Blaze, Isaac, and Will used to sneak out all the time.”

“Speaking of Will, we should probably not go to his place. Blaze and Isaac might be there.” Eric said.

“Well, where should we go then?” Asked Sam. Oscar smirked.

“Oh, I know just the place.”

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dancingwithdylan21 · 6 years ago

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Slow Burn - Part 2

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Stiles x Reader

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“Your best friend? Well this is a first.” You chuckle. “I’ve never had my date set me up with someone else.”

“It’s a first for me too.” Scott admits to you. “But I think you two would hit it off so why not?”

Hm. This could be a match made in heaven or a complete freaking train wreck. You might as well just give it a try. Scott seems like a decent enough guy. So his friend can’t be much different right?

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“Not telling.”

“How old is he?”

“Not telling.”

“Um what’s he do?” You sigh when Scott just smirks at you. “What the hell, man?”

“Listen, I know my friend and he doesn’t like being setup. Like at all.” Scott stresses before taking a sip of his wine.

“Ok…”

“So I think it’s better this way. I won’t mention you before the party. When you show up, I’ll eventually introduce you two and then whatever happens happens.”

“I guess that could work. So if we meet and I’m not interested then he wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Exactly! I’ve set him up in the past and it didn’t go well. So now he’s weary and I want to make sure he gives you a fair chance, ya know?” He explains making you nod in response.

“Then again, you’re drop dead gorgeous so I don’t think I’d have to twist his arm. I won’t be surprised if he asks me about you right away.”

“Can I bring my friend Allison?”

“Sure!”

“Nice! She’s single ya know…” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“This will definitely be interesting, Y/N.” The professor laughs softly.

Oh, yes it will.

“So your date hated you so much that he pawned you off on his friend?” Allison bursts out laughing, almost falling over onto the ground.

“Shut up! It’s not how it happened!” You defend sticking out your tongue.

"It could get awkward fast...”

“Then it’s a good thing the guy doesn’t know about any of this. If I’m not that attracted to him, I won’t have to worry about hurting his feelings.”

“This is gonna be so entertaining!” Allison squeals making you roll your eyes.

You check the clock and realize there isn’t much time left to get yourself ready for Scott’s party. You start rushing through your makeup, thankful that there’s no added pressure this time around.

“Are you gonna wear a cute dress or skirt?” Your friend asks, loudly rummaging through your walk-in closet.

“Nah I’m wearing my ripped jeans and a black tank top with boots.” You’re in the process of applying your foundation but you know Allison, she’s behind you with a look of shock on her face.

“And before you say anything…” You spin around. “This isn’t a date. So I’m gonna wear what I usually do.” Like you figured, she’s holding out two skimpy dresses but keeping her mouth shut.

“No! Put them back!” You giggle when she sends a dirty look.

“I’m doing my hair and makeup two days in a row! I deserve fucking praise, not dirty looks.” You glare looking back in the mirror.

“Yeah, you’re right. You deserve a metal.” Allison sasses throwing a rolled up pair of socks at you.

“You’re ridiculous.” You snicker. “Are you ready? I just have to change my jeans.”

Allison nods her head without looking up from her iPhone and you’re pretty sure she’s trying to find a picture of Scott on Facebook. You clear your throat grabbing Allison’s attention and she smiles while you do an exaggerated twirl.

“I must say you do look hot. Let’s just hope Scott’s friend isn’t into a chick who wears pink bows or some shit.”

“Pink bows?! I don’t think anyone’s into that, Argent.” You shake your head.

“You know what I mean!” She exclaims slipping on her platform heels.

“Whatever. I just hope he isn’t the type who wears Lacoste shirts and boat shoes.” You say shuddering.

“There’s nothing wrong with Lacoste shirts, Y/N.”

“If the guy wears one for a certain occasion then fine. I’m talking about the fuckers that wear them on the regular. Like to the grocery store. Too preppy for me.” You sigh heavily.

You hear your stomach rumble obnoxiously and it makes you curse under your breath. You were so distracted by getting ready that you forgot to eat something. Shit. You really hope Scott has some decent things to eat tonight.

“Ok, let’s go. I’m hungry!” You yell to Allison bolting towards the front door.

You pull up to Scott’s split level house and start feeling instant butterflies in your stomach. It hits you that there’s an unknown man inside and you’ll have to meet soon. Ugh. This blind date thing is really getting fucking old.

Whatever. The goal right now is to find yummy food that you can shovel into your hungry mouth. Then you’ll deal with everything else. You glance over at Allison who’s now walking up Scott’s walkway while singing a Taylor Swift song under her breath. She then bounces on her heels while waving for you to follow her.

Here goes nothing.

Before you get a chance to knock, the front door swings opens to reveal Scott who’s looking as handsome ever with a warm smile, “Hi guys! Glad you could make it.” He says sweetly.

“Hey Scott!” You quickly introduce him to your best friend before he embraces you in a tight hug, the muscled man lifts you off the ground like it’s nothing.

“Wow, Y/N. You look hot.” Scott whispers into your hair.

He sets you down then turns his attention towards Allison, shyly complimenting her as well. The two dorks both start blushing like teenagers and you take that as your cue to leave.

“You kids have fun! I’m gonna go grab something to munch on.” You ramble already moving away from them.

Wrapped up in your own little world, you speed walk through the busy house to find some much needed sustenance. You fail to notice that since you showed up, Scott’s best friend Stiles has focused all of his attention on you.

You find the kitchen easily and get excited when you see all of the delicious dishes in front of you. Mulling over the options, you grab a carrot from the veggie platter and scoop up some nearby dip. You throw it into your mouth and instantly moan because you love the taste. It definitely has a little kick to it but nothing you can’t handle.

You throw a few more carrots into your mouth, eyeing the teriyaki chicken wings and that’s when it suddenly hits you. Your entire body grows hot, your eyes start to water and your mouth is fucking burning.

Holy hell! You literally feel on fire right now and yet you’re trying desperately to keep your cool in a packed house. In a quiet panic, you search around for a drink that you can guzzle but find nothing that will give you relief.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone stroll up next to you with a drink in their hand. Fuck it. You grab their drink and down it without even looking at them. Of course it’s fucking alcohol so it just intensifies the pain in your throat.

“Are you ok?” A smooth, sexy voice that belongs to an even sexier man makes your heart beat out of control. Damn he’s so attractive it hurts. And you just stole his drink. Wonderful. You continue coughing unable to compose yourself.

“Let me guess…you had some of that dip, sweetheart?”

You only nod in response, making him rush over to the fridge and then pour you a tall glass of milk. You chug it down attractively, silently cursing that only this type of thing would happen to you. Thankfully it seems to do the trick or at least allow you to function better now.

The helpful man starts chuckling at you, “So I see you like my dipping sauce. It’s called Hella Spicy.” He smirks making your eyes bug out.

“Dude! You should label that or something!” You gesture to what you’ve deemed as freaking evil in a bowl.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He gives a mischievous grin.

Oh boy. He’s just gorgeous.

“I’m Stiles by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You reply shyly. “I’m sorry that I stole your drink.”

“No worries. You needed it more than me.” Stiles appears beyond amused. “I’m actually on call so I shouldn’t even be drinking it.”

“Oh ok. On call for what?”

“I’m a firefighter.”

Hot fucking damn.

“You can put out my fire anytime.” You giggle before fanning yourself. You’re still feeling warm but now you know it’s definitely not the dip.

Stiles lets out a full body laugh, “I’d rather light your fire, Y/N.” He growls in your ear.

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kidolate · 6 years ago

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To Twirl Or Trip Pt. 3

Possible triggers ahead. Please read with caution.

Part 1 Part 2

The next morning you lay in your bed scrolling through BuzzFeed quizzes, the reluctance to face the day materialising. You had just taken the test to determine what type of bread you are, with which you received banana bread claiming you have identity issues as you are constantly called a bread but are rather similar to cake. You could have scoffed at the accuracy.

As you were scrolling you came across a love quiz, you were contemplating clicking before Jiwoo had come stumbling into your room. You quickly get rid of the tab and shut your phone as your friend flopped onto your bed.

“Y/N, My head hurts so fucking much” she complained

You laughed at her suffering and got out of bed, “you should have seen yourself last night, Kyungsoo had to call me down and then we had to bring you back here”. You went to tie your hair up to wash your face but Jiwoo's face had already zeroed in on the dark mark on your neck.

“Yo, what the hell is that? On your neck”

You dropped your hair and quickly brought your hand up to cover it up. You inwardly cringed, how could you fix this situation.

“Um, I’m not really sure”

Luckily, before you continued Kyungsoo had come into your room and jumped onto the bed next to Jiwoo.

“My head hurts like a bitch” he complained as soon as his eyes set on you, expecting you to do something like you were some doctor.

“Take some painkillers you guys” you told them before walking towards your bathroom “Why am I the only smart one in this room” you muttered after you turned away, a pillow hitting your back before you slipped into the bathroom. A smile graced your face. You were lucky you had such good friends to rely on, it was essential in the industry you were in as well as considering how sensitive you were.

After you had finished washing up your phone had begun to ring. Wiping your hands quickly on your towel you swiped to answer and brought it up to your ear before speaking.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Wow when they said this was your number I wasn’t sure but I’m glad I tried it out”

Your heart thrummed in your chest.

“I’m sorry but who is this? Who gave you my number?”. You looked at your phone and saw it said an unknown number.

“Oh you don’t need to know who I am, listen I am so in love with you I think about you every single day, I wish you would love me the same way. Let’s meet at a cafe together? I think that’s a great idea for us to fall in love after getting to know each other, I mean I know almost everything about you like what perfume you use, how you always moisturise your skin after your shower and before you go anywhere and how you always take off your pants before you go to sleep. You’re so adorable and beautiful I love every bit of-”

“Fuck,” you muttered before you hung up. This was about the third time you had received a call like this. Ignoring it like all the other calls you put your phone down on the bench and continued with your routine and put your clothes on for the day. Today you had to attend dance practice and you had also planned to meet a friend from your childhood.

You walked out of the bathroom and saw your friends still on your bed suffering from their apparent head pains. Jiwoo was from the vocal line so she didn’t need to attend dance practice. This was organised between the dance line rather than your boss since there wasn’t any comeback planned and your last comeback was a while ago it was extremely important that you and the rest of your group didn’t slack off and continued to improve while there was still time.

You grabbed a tub of yoghurt as well as a muesli bar and opened the dorm door after grabbing your gym bag. Instead of taking the elevator down to the practice rooms you had opted for the stairs in an effort to make sure you avoided anyone from EXO. You knew you would have to face them one day but you were definitely not looking forward to exposing your insecure thoughts and you didn’t know what Jongin had told them or what they already knew. What if you heard something different? You were naturally curious and you knew that situation would kill you since you would want to know who had begun that rumour.

Exiting the stairwell and walking towards your practice room, you checked your phone for the time. It was only five minutes past seven in the morning and you heard music playing as you neared meaning someone was already there.

“Seohyeon you’re here nice and early” you greeted after you walked in.

She paused her moves and turned around to look at you before greeting you as well “Ah, good morning Y/N, just wanted to fit in some extra training”

“Seohyeon you don’t even need that much training! You’re literally the most perfect dancer I’ve ever seen” you told her as you threw your gym bag in the corner and took off your hoodie and threw it in the same place.

“Y/N, you did not just say that to me. Everyone knows you’re the boss’s favourite because of how good you dance and sing. I could only dream of catching up to you, I wish you could see your own worth sometimes like seriously, you even manage to nail any concept thrown at you from cute to sexy”. She said with a smile on her mouth before turning around to the mirror to stretch.

“It’s so … weird, I heard that the trainees said they don’t believe you’re an actual human” she laughed.

“The laugh I had to hold back seriously”.

You laughed before replying. “Now why haven’t I heard any of these rumours, also Seohyeon you may be exaggerating a little bit”.

The both of you stretched and then went through the playlist to figure out what to dance too. Not long after Hayoon arrived and you both discussed if she was fine with Red Velvet’s Bad Boy. She had agreed since she thought that their sex appeal could be improved in case they were ever given a sexy concept, you had laughed at that remark.

6 hours later of helping the other two pop their hips out more and moving their legs around smoother you were all on the ground recovering.

“I think we should end for the day and grab some lunch” Hayoon suggested.

You rolled over and grabbed your phone to check the time. It was 25 minutes past one, you had to meet your friend at 3pm.

“I’ve got something to get ready for at 3 so I don’t think I can make it” you said before getting up to get your stuff as slowly as you could with your body resisting every movement you make, “Both of you go on without me, I’ll see you guys later”.

You all said your goodbyes and you left to get the elevator instead of the stairs, taking into consideration Kyungsoo’s words and taking it easy on your body. The elevator dinged open and you stepped in, you should have looked up before you did that, however, because when you did there was a Baekhyun staring wide-eyed at you. You suddenly felt inappropriately exposed to him, you hadn’t put your hoodie on because your body was sticky and hot so there you were standing there in sports shorts and a midriff.

Turning around, you pressed the button for your level and cleared your throat, the intention to ignore him as clear as glass. You could feel your whole body burning as the person behind you kept looking over to you, examining something different each time.

The doors opened at your level and you bolted out of the elevator before Baekhyun had any second thought about contacting you. The door closed behind you soon after and luckily you had gotten away before he could say anything. After Jongin, it was extremely awkward between you and Baekhyun. This was mainly because you couldn’t stand to be in his presence after what he had done to you.

You swiped your keycard and entered the dorm room, throwing your bag in the corner you went to go shower. The hot water ran over your skin as you rinsed the soap off of you, carefully manoeuvring the shower head so as to not wet your hair. Your thoughts drifted back to your childhood.

You groaned in frustration as your skirt wouldn’t fit over your newly developed hips. You had wanted to wear it for Jongin’s 18th birthday party but obviously, you couldn’t do that anymore. You looked through your closet and found a baby pink wrap dress, trying it on you saw it only reached your mid-thigh as you had a couple growth spurts since you last wore it, however, the soft materia

l meant that it was able to stretch to your new size.

Styling your hair quickly you ran down the stairs of your home and joined your mother in the car. When you had arrived at the party you didn’t spot Jongin anywhere, so you clung to your mother avoiding the other 18-year-olds who were most likely drunk. Feeling bored you got up to get yourself a drink and walked to the kitchen in search of something suitable for your age. After a while, you had received a text from your mother saying she went back home and that Jongin’s mother had offered you stay the night. You inwardly cursed at your mum for not asking you beforehand, but then again it wasn’t like you hadn’t stayed here before.

Finding a drink in the pantry you filled up a cup and plopped two ice cubes in to make it cold. On your way out of the kitchen, you had bumped into someone, holding your drink out to prevent it from spilling you muttered an apology and left to the outdoor balcony. Sitting on the seat you sipped at your drink, feeling tired as time passed you checked your phone for the time seeing it was only ten thirty. Your head throbbed and your vision spun the slightest, blaming fatigue you got up and walked upstairs to the spare bedroom to go to sleep - it wasn’t like you had anything better to do anyway with Jongin MIA.

You opened the door and stumbled in, almost tripping before someone caught you by the waist. You heard the door shut as you were held up and moved to lean against the wall. Your vision spun again as you tried to focus on who was in the room with you. With the lighter hair colour and thinner build, you knew it definitely wasn’t someone you knew. His hand moved to your waist as you then suddenly felt wet lips on your neck. Your thoughts were going mad as you struggled to process what was actually happening to you, you felt something wet roll down to your chin when you realised you were crying. The feeling was lost in your arms so you weren’t able to push him away when his hand then travelled down and then under your dress to rest on your hips after bringing your thigh up to rest on his waist.

Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening and two people stumbled in, seeming to look like a girl and a guy. You felt your body weight hit the ground, a loud smack and crack along with a “what the fuck” before you blacked out.

You didn’t remember much after that, only that you had woken sometime later sleeping in Jongin’s bed, a shirt on the bedside table with a note telling you to change into it. You changed into it and then went back to sleep almost immediately. You had called your mum to pick you up as soon as you had woken up eager to get out of there as soon as possible after changing back into your dress.

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ayy-to-zee · 6 years ago

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Pairing: High School Student! Huang Renjun X Female!Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Word Count: 3.2K+

Summary: 『 Even in a crowd, I can easily find you because only you would have that certain glow around you. 』- NCT DREAM; La La Love

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Truth be told, you loved the beach.

Blue skies, clear waters, calm waves, warm sunlight— there was definitely nothing wrong with the beach.

Today though, as much as you wanted to go and the more you seemed to stare at your reflection in the mirror, the more you were convinced otherwise. You clicked your tongue in disgust at the sight of yourself, your hands briefly running over the skin of your stomach, legs, and thighs.

There is no way in hell you were going to go out with this body and wear the cute bikini you bought in front of Renjun of all people. You weren’t even being modest about this. You were completely terrified at the idea of him seeing your imperfections. Your scars, stretch marks, body fat showing in all the completely wrong places.

Even with that, the thought of skipping out on your best friend-slash-crush’s invitation and his face contorting into disappointment once he hears your sudden decision just keeps slipping in, making it harder for you to decide if you actually want to go. He was seriously persistent about it, too.

Maybe he’d be different? Maybe he wouldn’t care? You thought to yourself. But what if he wasn’t? What if he was like them?

Even if you practically knew Renjun since birth, it wasn’t as if you would know every little thing going through that Moomin-obsessed head of his.

That boy was pure, like Christ, bless him and his cute fluffy honey brown hair but sometimes the words that come out of his mouth are just so lethal you could barely even tell if he was the same person. The literal definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The wolf part usually comes out, especially when you’re around so you have a hard time believing people when they say that Renjun is such an angel.

The moment you heard your phone ring, you rolled your eyes at the screen after you saw who was calling.

📞📞injun is calling📞📞

Speak of the devil, you thought. You tapped the screen to accept the call and place him on speaker.

“What?” You asked, placing your phone on your dresser.

“So?” you heard him ask. “Are you finally prepping for tomorrow?”

“Yeah?” You asked, questioning his intent. “Why? Do you need help packing or something?”

“Nope. I’m all done,” he says rather confidently. “Just checking to make sure you haven’t slept ‘til noon and forgotten about tomorrow.”

“Hey! I can be responsible when I want to!” You say incredulously.

“Whatever makes you push through with life, (Y/N). Tell that to me and your procrastination habits,” he casually remarks through the line. You see what you have to deal with right now?

“But, really, you’re gonna go, right?” He asks, the tone of his voice beginning to lace with concern. “I don’t want you skipping out like the last beach hangout we were supposed to have because you got sick.”

“I can’t help that my body would get sick!” You groaned. “Stop picking on me!”

“Just making sure, (Y/N),” he says. “I don’t want to have to wait outside your house for an hour to hear from your mom that you got sick tomorrow, okay? Rest up early today and eat something tonight.”

You bit your lip at the thought. Your last resort was practically figured out.

“Yah. (Y/N), answer,” Renjun asserted through the phone.

You roll your eyes and lightly laughed at his tone. “Yes, Mrs. Huang,” you teased. “Jesus, it’s like you’re my mom.”

“Don’t give me that tone, young lady!” He haughtily commands, as if to pretend to be the naggy mother you’d see in those dramas you watch together. He always knew how to make you crack a grin on your face.

“Alright! Alright! Now gimme some space,” you exclaimed. “Geez, what do I pack for tomorrow to make Injun shut the hell up...”

“You better not think about it if you want to live the rest of your miserable life peacefully,” Renjun playfully warned. “I’ll drop by your place tomorrow, okay? 6:00AM! Doyoung-hyung’s gonna bring us there. See ya!”

The moment the call ended, you sighed in relief. Just talking to Renjun takes out literally half your soul. But... honestly, a huge part of you screamed that you were thankful for his call... He was making sure you were coming—

Okay, fuck all that. Don’t overthink it because of your stupid crush on him. You’ve made that mistake before, you’re not gonna make it again, either. Of course, he’d be pissed if you skipped out on his invitation.

“What-fucking-ever.”

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“... Aren’t you hot in that?” Renjun asked, staring at your figure as you got out of the car wearing an oversized long-sleeved shirt over your bikini. “That thick thing is ruining the idea of enjoying the summer heat.”

“Injun, I’m gonna get sunburnt, anyway, so let me wear what I want!” You huffed, walking with him onto the sand. Oh gosh, the sand felt so nice between your toes, you casually thought to yourself, removing your sandals to revel in the feeling.

“You’re gonna die of heatstroke today, you crazy woman. I doubt you’ll live with that thing” he says in exasperation, setting up a mat and umbrella just for the two of you. “If you’re worried about getting sunburnt, then just put on some sunscreen! Just take the damn thing off.”

“Yes, mum,” you say, placing your stuff on the mat and giggling as you look up to see his face that spoke ‘I am so done with you.’

‘Maybe it really was okay to wear it in front of him? Who were you kidding? You were just probably overreacting,’ you thought to yourself, slowly stripping off the long shirt and wrapping the sleeves around your waist.

“Is that you, (Y/N)?”A familiar voice caught you off-guard. The moment you turned over, your heart sunk.

“Jin Soo...” the name escaped your lips and Renjun’s guard rose up, seeing the male move to you. This rather good-looking guy may be decent to others, but he was notorious in his book. Not after what he’s done to you years ago.

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“Sorry but... you’re not exactly my type...”

Your eyes froze in horror at the statement. “Wait... what do you mean?”

“I mean... I go for pretty and skinny girls... Like maybe your friend Lisa from the other section and the thing is... you’re not like any of them. Have you even bothered to take care of your face or your figure?“ he asked shamelessly. “Jeez, I even wonder how Renjun’s stuck with you...”

You found it hard to speak. You wanted to get angry. You wanted to hit him. Your heart is racing, desperate for some sort of reason to take back what he said but for some reason, the words that came out of your mouth were nothing but desperate pleas. “Listen, I-I’ll try to be more careful about my skin,” you blubber out. “I-I’ll try to lose weight. Maybe learn about makeup from Lisa and Jin. Please just—”

“Look. I won’t have feelings for you any time soon nor am I interested in dating you...” He tries to emphasize once again, placing his phone in his back pocket.

“But... I thought you said...” your voice got quiet, your hands falling to the side as if losing the energy to grip the hem of your school skirt. “You said you liked me...” you tried to fight the tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“Look, I was only trying to be nice to you, okay? You were the new girl in class and you had a hard time adjusting,” He says, rubbing the back of his head in frustration. “There’s a difference. Don’t fucking overthink every god damn thing I do. Your head’s all up in the clouds. Just forget it.”

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You gulped, trying to avoid any eye contact with him. “What do you want?”

“What? It’s been a while since I last saw you, right? Nothing wrong with saying hello now is there?” Jin Soo looked at you and shrugged.

His gaze lingered on your figure for a while and it made you uncomfortable, your fingers beginning to fiddle with the sleeves of your long shirt. Jin Soo must have noticed because he shifted his gaze over to Renjun.

He gestured to him. “So... I’m guessing he’s your new boyfriend?” He asked, lightly scoffing at the sight of you two together. You fidgeted, looking to Renjun and back.

“O-Oh no... W-We’re not like that,” you tried to explain but he just looks at you with derision, scoff just escaping his lips.

“So love is blind, after all,” he states out loud. Renjun furrowed his brows, biting his lip at the atrocity of the guy in front of him. He leans over to hand over a bill and tell you to go buy some ice cream. Boy, you were glad that he actually did. You nodded slowly, taking your shirt and slipping it over your bikini-clad torso again before moving walking away. You did not want that guy and, most of all, Renjun, to see you cry.

Even as you walked slowly, you could hear Jin Soo laughing in disbelief. “Dude, I mean, no offense but,” he sideglances as if looking for anyone who could possibly walk in on their conversation for a bit before looking back to him. “Didn’t that hot girl in your class invite you for a beach date the other day, too? Did your tastes downgrade or something? I thought you said you liked girls like...”

You lowered your head and bit your lip as he kept talking, the distance between each step you took getting larger. You shouldn’t have come. You should have just listened to yourself and stayed at home. Why, by any chances, did you even think that you could have a chance of standing next to him?

You stopped in your tracks. Why were you standing next to him?

You looked to Renjun who was rather deep in his thoughts as he continued to endure listening to Jin Soo. There was absolutely no reason for him to invite you out. He has other friends who he can dedicate his free time to. Girls who were prettier, more active, more responsible, skilled, and kinder in comparison to you, were practically begging to be in your position. Girls who were less of an imperfection as compared to you.

It would have been more understandable if he did leave. It would have made everyone happier. It would have made Renjun happier...

You turned away, your breathing getting heavy. Just the thought of Renjun being with someone else brought a bitter taste to your mouth. It made your chest ache and sink to your stomach. Maybe it was the jealousy that came along with being the childhood friend but you knew very well that it was far more than that.

Your feet brought you to a rather far side of the beach where long boats lined up and rested stably on the sand. Sitting yourself down behind one of them, you rest your head on the wooden structure and think, looking to the bill that Renjun gave for you to buy ice cream with. Well, it looked like it was enough for a one-way trip back home. You could go back, get your stuff, and-- actually, nevermind. Scratch your stuff. Scratch going back. You didn’t want to see Renjun. You’d definitely cry the second you see him.

“Christ, this is the worst...” you huffed out, the tears slowly rolling out as you slapped away some sand in frustration. Look at you, you even cry at the thought of him. How pathetic. You looked hugged your knees to yourself, resting your head on your arms. You looked at your body. It all started with your body. God, as if you didn’t feel any insecurity about your body.

You remembered the countless times you’ve compared yourself to the models and idols being shown on screen. How nothing you were compared to those perfect beings. You remembered all the work-out routines that never made it to the end, the rather expensive skin-care products you’ve gotten in secret but never seemed to work, and even all the countless times you’ve actually considered the thought of getting some sort of plastic surgery.

Should you have pushed through with them a long time ago? Maybe you should have. Maybe then, none of those people would have anything to say about your body anymore. Maybe... Just maybe... Renjun wouldn’t have to feel so ashamed just having you by his side.

“You...

Even until now, you still suck at hiding from me.”

You look up from your position to see Renjun, a rather playful smile dancing upon his lips as he stands before you before he sits down, cross-legged across your position.

You bitterly laugh, trying to wipe away the tears on the long sleeve of your shirt. “Even until now, you still know exactly how to find me... I must be pretty stupid if I can’t even merely hide from you.”

He shakes his head. “As if you can. Maybe you can from others, but never ever from me,” he says, leaning back so his hands rest on the sand.

You bite your lip, sniffling as you look to him, searching for any hint of sincerity in his face. “Why?”

“Because I know you just that much, (Y/N),” he says upfront, looking to you with those bright brown eyes of his. “We’ve been stuck at the hip since we were born. How could I not know every damn thing about you?”

“You didn’t have to stick with me for that long,” you say, pursing your lips into a tight line and avoiding his gaze. “It could have done you less burden...”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on the edges of his knees, looking at your face. He takes your face in his hands and makes you face him, your face brightly flushing at the sight of his face being so close. “Sticking with you for more than ten years was my choice,” he says, his voice serious. “I would do it for a lifetime even if I had to choose among a sea of people.”

Your tears begin to pour out, the salty beads dampening the pads Renjun’s fingers. “I’m telling you that you didn’t have to!” you try to emphasize with every breath you take in, hitting his shoulder with each word you say. “There’s a ton of girls who are prettier and so much better than I could ever hope to be. Why can’t you just go with them?”

“Do you want me to?” he asks, looking at you. “Look me in the eye and tell me word for word that you don’t want to be with me anymore. If you can at least manage to tell me that, then I will seriously do it.”

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “I...” you spoke out, trying not to let your stubborn will get wavered. You were not going to stand next to him anymore. He was going to be much happier without you... You sobbed at the thought. It was hard. You couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t going to be at his side anymore. It hurt more at the thought of him spending the next years of his life with someone else.

“I can’t...” You shook your head as you wept.

Renjun sighed, a small smile on his face as he scoots over and pulls you into his embrace. “Knew it...” he mutters to himself, kissing the top of your head gently as you hiccuped with each whimper. “You’re such an idiot, you know?” he says, running his digits through your hair. “Don’t go on thinking that I’d be happy without you. If you can’t handle it, then what more for me? I’ve been in love with you for years and you tell me to step away from you? You’re the worst!”

Your eyes widen, immediately pulling away from his touch. “What did you say?”

"What? You’re the worst?” he asked, a playful laugh escaping his lips.

“Say it!” you whine. “The one before that!”

He looks away from you, rubbing his hair before he looks back at your pleading eyes. He sighs again, his face flushing at the sight of you. “I’ve been in love with you for years...” he says, his voice lower than a whisper. “Happy now?”

How many times was this guy gonna make you cry today? Because, gods, you are crying again, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Stop crying! I’m trying to comfort you here!” Renjun says, pulling you away from his shoulder and using his thumbs to gently wipe off the tears on your cheeks. “Do you hate me so much that you’re crying? If that’s the case, then I should be the one crying. Not you.”

You laugh through your hiccups, shaking your head as he does so. “I just love you so much I even cried when you said that...” you say, leaning your head comfortably on his shoulder again. “I thought that you wouldn’t love me back...”

“Why? Because there’re others who you think are better than you?” Renjun asks softly, earning a small nod from you. He shakes his head before leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Don’t think that. The tiniest bits of you that you hate, I’ve loved about you for a long time. So don’t you dare say that those parts of you are ugly, okay? I’ll shove a mirror in your face just to show you.”

You laughed softly and hit his chest playfully. “Okay, fine... I’ll try...” you say aloud. “Just for you, okay?”

“You better,” he warns with a rather playful tone. “Anyone who says talks shit to you will have to go through me. My god, my one and only chance to enjoy the beach with you got ruined ‘cause of that rat. I’ll hit him next time I see him in school.”

A giggle escapes your lips once again. “Don’t...” you say, sighing contently in his embrace, as you feel his hands fiddle with the edges of your hair. “He doesn’t deserve even your attention.”

“Fine... ” he sighs again, letting the soft sounds of the waves hitting the shore relax you both. “If ever you do think about stuff like that again, though, don’t hesitate to talk to me... I’ll tell you about how much more beautiful you are for days...”

“Alright, Renjun...” you affirm him gently. “Lemme do the same for you, okay?” you say gently as you slowly intertwine your fingers with his. Hearing his “okay,” you feel his lips touch your forehead again with a small smile.

You definitely loved the beach. Even if you were asked to choose between the shallow end of the pool and the ocean, you’d definitely choose the latter. There was nothing to hate about it. Well, sure, there were definitely times you may have gotten a few bad experiences. Maybe a little sunburn here and there. Maybe a few rainy days.

You subtly looked up to see how sunlight shone through his fluffy honey brown hair before you smiled to yourself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to come, after all.

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A/N: To the anon who requested for this, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS TO TAKE SO LONG. Also, sure! you shall be Ren-chan the Renjun anon! Because this is probably the first time I’ve ever gotten a request about Renjun? ;;V;; The boy needs to have more requests. Plus, I like writing about his rather straightforward side. It was so refreshing~ If I wrote him to OOC, please hit me hard qwq

#ayy-to-zee #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct oneshots #nct 2018 #huang renjun #renjun #nct renjun #((#I took longer than I thought-#qwq #Ren-chan I apologize a tenfold-#))#anonymous

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