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Hi, just curious. What's your 10 or 20 fave BL kisses from bl series/dramas/web series you've watched or are watching, if you have any?
Hey Anon,
I don't know if you remember this ask, it has been sitting in my inbox for a while now. Sorry for the late reply!
And of course I have favorite kisses. I love a good kiss. In my definition of a good kiss, it doesn't need to be the perfect angle or the perfect "lip-touching", I don't know, people rate such scenes differently. For me it is more about the emotions I could feel during that kiss, the build-up or if there is a special detail that really catches my breath. I guess you'll understand, what I mean when you see my choices.
This is not a ranking! It is in alphabetical order, not just because I don't want to rank them, but because I am lazy.
Bad Buddy
The iconic rooftop kiss. The whole build-up was perfect. The tears? The first short kiss followed by this gorgeous kiss filled with all the emotions one person can feel? What is not to like about this kiss!?
Be My Favorite
I was very protective of these two and especially Krist. People were saying, he can't kiss other man because he is homophobic and what is this then? Yes, I remember Sotus. The kisses were.. not good, but I gave Be My Favorite a chance and this kiss was so soft and so full of love and tenderness. I really enjoyed this whole scene a lot! And Kris can kiss.
Boys Be Brave!
This kiss came as a big surprise for me. It is Jinwoo trying to hide from Kisub and the letter finding him what leads to this quiet and beautiful first kiss. I loved everything about it!
Ghost Host, Ghost House
All of there kisses were so good! But I loved the teasing and the chasing in this scene especially. Those two have incredible good chemistry and I wish we could see more of them.
History 3: Make Our Days Count
Oh the desperation for each other was so real in this one. Both wanted each other so bad! But what I loved the most about this whole scene was the way how Sun Bo Xiang reassured Lu Zhi Gang that he desired all of him. So good!
I Feel You Linger In The Air
The most painful and saddest kiss in bl-history! It is such a wonderful scene. Everything about it made me cry and smile at the same time. Gorgeous scene!
Jack and Joker
They finally confessed and kissed for the first time. And what a kiss this was! It left the most of us speechless and a little bit breathless. The way Jack stopped the kiss in the middle to calm Joke down a little bit and they started the kiss again so fucking tender and argh! I love it so much!!!
Love Class 2
Love Class 2 has some really good kisses, but this one was something else! It is one of the softest kisses ever. I don't know how many times I have rewatched this whole scene. Just look at them. You can feel the softness of this kiss! And there were sounds during that scene... they were something else.
Love For Love's Sake
I really didn't expect that kiss at the end of this series. I hoped for a tight hug, but hello? Those two and the script kept delivering until the very end. This was pure perfection.
Love Mechanics
Yeah, well... perhaps I am just a sucker for YinWar kissing... I don't know. But every time I see this kiss I want to live in this scene forever and I would be perfectly fine. I am just sitting here, wanting to write about this kiss and I stared at it for an unhealthy period of time and forgot everything else. That is really bad. I love that kiss so much!
My Stand-In
They had some good kisses. This was not one of them, but this specific moment, when Joe gave in to the kiss, I was blown away. He really didn't want to like this kiss, but his heart still wanted it. The emotions!
My Tooth Your Love
Every once in a while there are these cute and small kisses, so ordinary and overlooked. I think these are very important to portrait a good and real relationship. Because kisses don't need to be these big moments in slow-motion and with different angles. Yes, those are nice, but I really adore those "small" ones that show the love between the characters.
Perfect Propose
The reason I picked this scene is because of the build-up. Hirokuni asked Kai not to call him Hiro, but Kai just ignored him and breathed Hiro and followed with this passionate kiss and I was just in awe.
Sing My Crush
I was absolutely not expecting this kiss! I thought we got this dead-fish-kiss and that would be it. I would have love the series nevertheless, but this scene? Damn, Korea! Such a good kiss!
The Heart Killers
I don't think those two are the best kissers in the industry. I think they have some good chemistry without a doubt. But this kiss. This moment here. It was everything for me. I can feel Style's hand on Fadel's head. I can feel it. And I love it! I am not normal about this scene! Everything about these few seconds brings me so much joy. The look on Fadel's face, the hand and everything that happend before and followed afterwards.
The Day I Loved You
This is still one of my favorite rooftop-kisses. For me it is the way they grab each other to pull the other one close. The way they want to crawl into each other, to feel the other person everywhere. Such a perfect first kiss! Such a perfect scene.
To My Star 2
I love these small kisses. I name them "A thousand little kisses". Those kisses make me smile and so happy! There is nothing more to say about it. I love them. To My Star is just an example for many other shows out there with these little kisses.
Unknown
I loved this whole scene. But this segment of the kiss, this little dance of them, is so good. I can't tell you how many times I just watched this specific scene. How easy Yuan maneuvered Qian around to close the door. How they kept kissing. I... I... nope. There are no words in my head anymore.
Well, these are a few of my favorite kisses. There are more, but I guess this list is long enough. I hope you like my little selection :) I wish you a wonderful day!
#anon ask#josi answers#kiss#myedit#multi bl#bl kiss#unknown the series#the heart killers#love for love's sake#my tooth your love#to my star 2#the day I loved you#i feel you linger in the air#sing my crush#bad buddy#be my favorite#jack and joker#love mechanics the series#ghost host ghost house#perfect propose
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âWalrus on your doorstopâ this âfairyâs more unrealisticâ that my professor just uttered the sentence âthere was one day I found a real octopus in my backyardâ this man hasnât left Utah his entire life. How was there an octopus in his backyard in Utah. He then said âI do not have time to elaborate we need to cover a lot today in classâ GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEEAN
#al speaks#we are fifteen minutes into class and still havenât had any class cuz he was telling a story. wdym you donât have time for the octopus story#stop class I want to know everything. I guess he would say he would be more surprised to see a fairy than a walrus#walrus or fairy
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Okay Lysandre literally just. "Whether or not I commit a world extinction event lies on your shoulders" sir I am a 10 year old that got my first Pokemon 4 days ago.
#kalos nuzlocke#This dude is so funny he's so dramatic and slow and he talks like everything he says is so important#You're monologuing to a child#I'm sad because my pet bug just died what do you mean you're going to abuse a god to absorb the life force of the entirety of Pokemon Paris#You know I was Not paying attention during history class I didn't even know we used to have a king until I met him 5 minutes ago#Let alone a war that ended with a superweapon#People say the bad guy Pokemon teams are getting less and less evil I think that's a good thing actually ? lol ?#I would rather a child gets a story about standing up to bullies and then learning why they were driven to that point in the first place#Than a story that goes hey you're responsible for stopping an extreme terrorist organization that wants to destroy the world : )#But then also it's so funny so either one I guess
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and they were roommates pt. 2
pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : the BAU team works the case, you get to help word count : 2.3k warning : canon-typical violence, mention of violence and sexual violence A/N : thank you all so much for all the love on part 1 of this !!! I love getting feedback, it's incredibly motivating ! I will probably do a part 3 :)) Also, my cat is sitting next to me as I write this, which I find quite funny
part 1, part 3, part 4
Back at the police station, Spencer had trouble focusing on the case. His mind kept wandering over to you, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing. He was on edge and the entire team could feel it. Hotch pulled him to the side to ask him if he wanted to give you a phone call. Reid refused, but settled on sending you a text, something he never usually did while working. Something he never usually did because he wasn't the biggest fan of technology and also because he couldn't decipher how you were actually feeling without hearing your voice and all the quirks in the way you spoke which gave away your real feelings.
Sent by Dr. Ironed Socks : < Hey. How are you doing? > Sent by You : < Ok, I'm having a tea on the couch. Geoff is in REM sleep on my lap. Thx for checking <3 >
Your text was followed by a pixelly picture of your slightly overweight (Spencer couldn't use that term to describe Geoffrey around you or you'd get upset) orange cat sprawled out on your lap, legs and arms askew, fast asleep. Spencer felt a small wave of relief spread through him. You were okay for now. Geoffrey was looking after you. Later, he'd help you process and give you all the tools necessary to get over such a traumatic event and move on. It was almost as if that was in his job description.
Returning to the room where the BAU team had settled in, Spencer sent Hotch a grateful nod. Hotch moved his lips in what resembled a small smile, Reid couldn't be sure. "Okay," Garcia's voice resounded from the speaker sitting in the middle of the round table, "I've contacted all of Mary Goldman's professors and it turns out she didn't go to class today. Her first class was at 11:30 but she never showed up." "None of the students we interrogated on campus had seen her after 10:15," Emily spoke up. "Spencer's roommate saw her between 10:30 and 11:00," Rossi intervened. "Okay, we'll get her to come in," Hotch affirmed. Spencer's whole body tensed. You had been the last person to see the victim. His mind was so busy reeling, thinking about everything you'd have to go through as the most promising witness, that he missed Morgan's question.
"Reid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, what did you say?" "What was the time of death according to the coroner?" "14:30," Rossi answered. "It was 14:26, actually," corrected Reid. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the unsub has his victim between around, let's say 11:15, and 14:26," Rossi shot a pointed look at Spencer, "that's about three hours and 11 minutes. In those three hours, he had time to take the victim someplace where neither of them would be seen or heard, beat and sexually assault her, and finally dump her in smack-dab in front of the university." "He's definitely organised and wants to send a message," Emily thought aloud. "But what is he trying to say? Look at what I can do? You can't stop me?" "Friends," interrupted Garcia, "I'm going to need at least some information before I even try to get anything out of a search. He's taking and leaving them on campus, so I'm guessing he doesn't necessarily need a vehicle. Does he live in the area?" "Yes, he's local or knows the area, he knows these women and he most likely knows the campus. Search for white males, early twenties with a record of violence and sexual misconduct. Cross-reference that with victims of reported abuse and sexual abuse in the last twenty five years. Run background checks for all university staff. Also have a look at similar victims and MOs in this area in the last five years. This may not be his first time," spoke Hotch. "On it, I'll get back to you when I've found something." "Thanks, Garcia."
You'd taken a shower as soon as you'd arrived home. The water was too hot and you'd scrubbed your skin too hard but getting out, you felt a slight bit better. Heavily disliking the way you still felt, you opted for a cup of Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. Settling on the couch with a steaming cup in your hands, you tucked your legs beneath you and sighed.
Images of Mary's dead body were printed onto the inside of your eyelids. You still couldn't believe it. Your mind reeled as you tried to think of an explanation for it all. Whichever path you followed, you came up empty. You could not comprehend or imagine any reason of taking the life of an innocent person, especially in such a violent way. Luckily for you, you still didn't know the extent of the violence.
A familiar noise pulled you from your dark thoughts. Geoffrey had just jumped down from his cat tree. You watched him stretch and languidly walk over to you. He meowed once before jumping onto the couch, right next to you. You moved your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged and scratched his head. He purred in delight and pressed himself against you. He sniffed at your tea with an unimpressed look before climbing into your lap before letting himself flop down on his side, stretching out his appendages. You cooed as his pink toe-beans stretched too and laid a hand on his belly, scratching gently. The vibrations of his purrs had a calming effect on you. "Are you trying to make me forgive you for biting my ankle the other day when I wouldn't give you any more treats? You know Spencer says you're a bit overweight, I was just trying to get him to stop body-shaming you, my love..."
A few minutes later, you get a text from Spencer. About thirty minutes after that, you get a phone call from him. "Hey, would you mind coming to the station? It turns out you're the last person to have seen the victim."
"I'll do the cognitive interview." "Reid, I don't think that's a good idea." "Look, yes I'm invested, I know that. But I also know her and-" "Reid, no. This is the reason we such have procedures." "But I-" "Reid." Hotchner's tone translated finality. Spencer's shoulders sank in defeat. He had figured that if he had been the one conducting the interview, maybe it would have been less traumatic for you. He hated the idea of not being there for you, with you, during such a trying moment. He bit his bottom lip.
"I'll do it," volunteered Morgan. Reid felt slight comfort at that, Morgan was one of the few people he would entrust his life to. He could entrust you to him for the interview, even if he didn't like it. Hotchner nodded. "Reid, you work with Garcia, focus on finding other victims with the same MO to help build the profile." Reid nodded and went to find his colleagues.
When you entered the police station, it was almost like he could feel your presence. He came to find you straight away, not wanting to leave alone even for a second. "Hey." "Hey." Reid immediately pulled you in for a meaningful embrace, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo, conditionner and body wash were bliss to his nostrils. They were a promise that you were here, you were safe, you were okay. Morgan watched from afar, a small smile playing at his lips. He knew Reid, and the hug you exchanged was both too hasty and too tight to be anything casual. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry to have to make you come in, but they're going to do- well I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me, so it's-"
A slightly older, very muscular and gentle man stepped forward, holding out his hand to you. You shook it. "I'm Agent Derek Morgan. I'm one of Spencer's colleagues. I'll be the one conducting the interview, seeing as there's a conflict of interest with you and Spencer. I hope you can understand that." You introduced yourself and looked at Spencer before answering Derek. "Yes, I understand, it's- it's not a problem." "Great, if you could just follow me, please?" You licked your lips and sent Spencer a look, which he answers with a nod of reassurance and a small smile, before following Derek.
"You can close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable." You were sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The light above you was ticking at uneven intervals and the room smelt of worry. You didn't know how you could get any more comfortable, but listening to Morgan's even, alto voice helped a bit. "Okay." You closed your eyes. "You told Agent Rossi that you crossed the victim somewhere around quarter to eleven. Is that correct?" "Uh, yes." "Where did you cross her?" "In the main hall." "Where were you going?" "Um, I had just been to the bathroom and I was heading to my Anglo-American Literary Survey class." "Okay, can you describe to me everything about the moment when you crossed the victim? What you saw, what you felt, smelled, heard? Was anything out of the ordinary?" You opened your eyes.
"Um, I'm sorry, but could you stop referring to Mary as the victim, please? She has a name, which is Mary Goldman, and a victim wasn't the only thing she was." Derek was slightly surprised at your comment but understood where you came from. Separating from the name was a way for profilers to gain some distance from the horrendous violence. Personally knowing the victim, you didn't have such luxury. "Of course, I apologise. What did you feel when you crossed Mary? Was anything out of place?"
You nodded in thanks and tried to bring yourself back to that moment. It seemed unreal, how such a small interaction suddenly held such importance. "O-Okay, uh, my hands are still a bit wet. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. I saw her after she saw me and we exchanged a smile. I thought she looked really pretty today, but I didn't tell her. We really don't know each other that well." "Okay, that's good. Was she wearing anything out of habit for her?" "Uhh, no, she was wearing a pleated skirt and a sweater vest. She often dresses like that, I don't know exactly why I thought she looked pretty. I guess she just looked happy. Nothing was out of the ordinary." "Good. Could you hear or smell anything?" "Yeah, well, there were the voices of other people in the hall. I can hear girls laughing. I smell Mary's perfume when she walks past me. She always wears the same one, it's Chanel, Mademoiselle Coco specifically, she told me once at a party."
"Okay, do you know where she's going?" "I- yeah, she's heading for her Behavioural Neuroscience class." "Is she walking in the right direction?" "Uh... Yes, yes, she is. She's not in too much of a hurry, though, she doesn't like the teacher." "So why is she heading there already, then? The class only starts at 11:30." "She likes to reread the material from the previous week before the class starts." "Why doesn't she like the teacher?" "No one does, all he does is read off his slides and he's a jerk when it comes to grading."
Morgan suppressed a smile at your comment. "Okay, thank you so much, Y/N, this was very helpful." "Was it? I didn't feel like-" "Yes, I promise you've just shared some crucial pieces of information." "O-Okay, if you say so."
All eyes were on Morgan as he entered the briefing room. He put his paper coffee cup down on the table and looked at Hotch. "Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mary was wearing habitual clothes and the same perfume she always wore. She was heading to the same class, as she did weekly, at the same time. My guess is this guy knew her routine and did a blitz attack. Y/N gave me the number of Mary's best friend, and according to her, Mary didn't have any guys in her life except for her dad and brother."
Hotchner nodded. Spencer couldn't help but feeling proud of you for being able to go through with the interview and to provide such useful information, too. He'd have to congratulate you when he got home. "Pretty boy and I found three similar victims in the last three years. They weren't connected to this case because they were in another university, just on the other side of the state line. Last year, three girls, university students, were killed, same MO, all disappeared for about three hours before being found dead in front of the university, they attended," Garcia spoke from the speaker. Spencer nodded in agreement to her words. "What did the police find back then?" asked Emily. "Nothing, they- uh, did all they could during the month that the three murders happened but after the third victim, the unsub stopped," Spencer answered. "Stopped?" Emily repeated, brows drawn together in confusion. "Yeah, he just- stopped killing and disappeared. Our best guess is that something triggered him then and that the same thing triggered him now."
"Oh, another thing," Garcia sounded reluctant to share the information she had, "I looked at all the victims' pictures and... well, I'll just send them to you, that'll be easier."
Spencer's blood ran ice cold as he stared at the four girls on the screen. They all looked exactly like you.
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Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle
pt. 2 â you can find pt. 1 here
summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two canât stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?
words: 5,1k
warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),
note: you donât have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to
â in the great hall â
After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldnât stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.
I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.
"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.
I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.
"I thought heâs interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.
"Yeah and guess whoâs got an invention to Slughornâs dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.
Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didnât?"
"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughornâs dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know whoâs coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. Itâs Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma â" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.
I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know heâs really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well â special." Harry comments.
Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".
Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."
"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.
I collect my things and stand up from the table. "Iâm gonna go to.. god i donât know Iâm gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because itâs the weekend I luckily donât have classes today. I donât think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I canât back down.
I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.
My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Arenât you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "Iâm looking forward to tonight" And with that, heâs gone.
Iâm so fucked.
â at the evening â
" Do you know what youâre wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so Iâll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.
After Iâm done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.
"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "Itâs pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.
"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." Itâs perfect. Itâs short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. itâs green.
(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so itâs more school approved)
Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isnât it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldnât pick, she makes me feel great in them.
"Yeah, Iâm sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.
As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isnât that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.
"Donât be mad at what you canât have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harryâs with Hermione doing the same on his right side.
We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If Iâm running a marathon.
I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.
Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! Iâm so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say heâs a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.
As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.
Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.
But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these â "Y/n youâre staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise heâs still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.
I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I canât be the only one..
Wait. Iâm a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.
The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.
As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think Iâm gonna throw up.
As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.
I donât really know why i think itâs a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheoâs eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormacâs but Mattheoâs eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.
I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.â i whisper back, wondering what it caused.
Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "Iâll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughornâs is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.
My headache got a bit better but It still didnât go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, Iâll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.â They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginnyâs room to talk more privately.
Itâs already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.
I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.
Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.
"You didnât think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?â Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.
He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesnât buy it.
"Oh princess, princess, princess. You canât fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? Thatâs no fucking coincidence."
I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. Thereâs not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and thatâs to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until â
"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didnât thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.
"So youâre wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? Iâm notâ" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.
"Yeah thatâs what I thought.. so why donât we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.
"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"
As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.
But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.
I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.
"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?
His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.
"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."
I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.
"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.
I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.
My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.
"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."
"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."
He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.
He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.
"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?
"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.
"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.
I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.
I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.
"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.
I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.
While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.
"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.
I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.
With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.
"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.
Mattheo's POV:
Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.
I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.
"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.
I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.
She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.
I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.
I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.
I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."
Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.
She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?
I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.
Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.
One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.
"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.
"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.
I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."
Y/n's POV:
As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.
He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.
"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.
I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.
He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.
One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.
He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."
He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. âMattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."
Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."
I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.
What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..
His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"
He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.
"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.
He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.
"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."
My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.
"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.
"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears whoâs name youâre moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"
This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.
And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.
My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.
He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.
He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.
I don't know how long I can survive in that.
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You are a student at teyvat high, a prestigious highschool only for the wealthy and the elite has managed to get in due to one of your family members managed for you to be a student in the school, little did you know your presence will catch the hearts of many students. Characters: Diluc, kaeya, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, kaveh, childe, scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, albedo, vent
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NAME: (name) (last name)
CLASS: 2A
CLUB: music club
FAVORITE SUBJECT: (your choosing)
(Name) A second year student, a member of the music club, born from a middle class family has become an object of many students desires.
Diluc
A complete virgin, I mean he was saving for marriage but if you want to do it now he wouldn't mind he was having fantasies about you guys wedding night. I mean if you're planning on going to college why don't you move in with him and get married with him after college. Your life would be set.
Every time he thinks of you he couldn't stop popping a boner, even the slightest touch of your hand causes him to go crazy and go to the bathroom.
But the good thing is that the new arrangements with the student council president ayato, you and him will cross that border.
Kaeya
He has his fair share of sleeping around with the population of the school, so he's very experienced compared to his brother's diluc who is a virgin. He doesn't understand his brother's saving his virginity for the right one, until he meets you.
I mean he uses his charms to enchant the school to get everything he wants now he's regretting his choice because his reputation as a playboy is well known, causing you to avoid him entirely .
And every time he tries to flirt with you or try to indicate action, you would just look at him with a confusion. You're impossible to flirt with and so oblivious but that's a cute trait he could fix if you let him show you a good time
Thoma
Another virgin, unfortunately he has to witness you and student council arrangements and deal to keep funding incoming for your club
He's not allowed to do anything but Just watch you in the hands of predators that are willing to rip your flesh apart and feast on you.
But he also carries fantasy of himself and wishes for you and him to be together so he just needs time to strike. So you and him would be together without anyone disrupting your time.
Ayato
There are new arrangements with you and the student council, when Ayato called you and told you he had no choice but to cut the funding for the music club, and when you begged ayato saying you're willing to do anything, this gave him an idea.
So once a week or month, after school you would go to the student council meeting room and let your body be devoured by them, you allowed them to do anything with you.
Even tho the arrangement is with the entire student council, you and him would sometimes book a hotel room to spend the night together. And will use toys on you during school if you do not behave
Alhaitham
Of course accidentally witnessesing one of your rondavous with the student council, he decided to use it to his advantage. He used it to blackmail you and the student council president ayato.
So every time you do something wrong on a test you will get punished, and if you did well on a test you will be rewarded. As well every time you or him visits each other's house there will be some in course with each other
Plus every time he is stressed or overworked you have no choice but to follow him and distress him no matter the location. In school, bathroom, literally anywhere and you have to keep quiet if you guys don't get caught.
Kaveh
Poor kaveh seeing the love of your life having intercourses with your rival and roommate that gotta hurt. One time when you were with alhaitham. In exchange of keeping his mouth silent he also wants to have the same deal as alhaitham.
So every time when you finish with alhaitham you have to go towards kaveh. Heck maybe he will join you with alhaitham.
On the bright side, he's not been as stressed as before as well and he get a better view of biology and how does your body works
Childe
He's very pent up and everytime he win a game he will always expect you to reward him for doing good In the game.
Every time he's invited to a party, he will ask you to be his plus one and will not let you leave his side. If you're bored here don't worry he will take you somewhere more fun
He will take you to a hill, and you guys will make out in his car or just drive you back home so you and him could make out there. And he gets verbally jealous whenever someone tries to flirt with you
Scaramouche
Whenever he feels jealous or he feels like it, you will have to expect being pulled to the side drag into an empty broom closet and make out there
He doesn't even help you put your clothes back in or do after care just smash and go.
But sometimes he is gentle or whenever he's feeling a little nicer he's more gentler with you and gives you after care sometimes
Xiao
Also a virgin, he's very shy during his first time but gets the hang of it when you guys started to do it more often when he's not busy
He's very shy and nervous during his first time as well every time when you guys decided to have intercourses but he does have impressive stamina he can last for hours
He gets jealous when other students manage to get you before him, he once saw you walk out of the broom closet with scaramouche with a sweety body and disheveled clothing, so every time when he's jealous he's rought
Kazuha
The most gentlest and sweetest out of all of them, he can be rough but if you want to and ask him politely.
He always gives you the best after care after doing it, as well as gives you milk tea or any drink you want after doing it.
Will write poetry about your time with him In detail and will read it to you in the middle of it, it describes how he was feeling and what he wants to do with you and the things he's gonna do with you in extreme detail and find it amusing you blushing.
Albedo
He's very curious on how the human anatomy works during intercourse, so he asked you to do it with him so he could study how the body works
He calls your hook ups an experiment of the human body, he will write down every reaction thru every position or toys he uses on you.
He will say "how interesting" after managing to get a reaction from your body. And every time you guys do it, you will wear his lab coat.
Venti
The most open about your hook ups to make your other admirers jealous. And every time you try to shut him, he will reply with you " I thought you were enjoying it"
Likes to tease you a lot and grind against you when you are playing your music, same as Kazuha will write poetry about your time together.
Will always try to convince you to hook up or go another round even tho class is about in 5 minutes other wise you guys gonna be late I mean he doesn't care when ever he's late or not
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babys first flight
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warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying
a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol
rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.
âtwo hours.â he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.
âi think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.â you say, running your finger over rosieâs cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.
âyeah.â rafe nods. âwhatever you think is best.â rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.
you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when sheâs asleep during her usual naptime. âwake up, babygirl.â you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.
âits okay!â you stretch a smile over your face. âits okay, rosie!â your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.
âhere, let me take her.â rafe reaches out. âyou stretch your legs and take a break.â
you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.
âgonna use the bathroom.â you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. âbe right back.â
you donât hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that youâre booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie.Â
you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.
âhere ya go.â you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.
âoh god, thank you.â rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.
âwould we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?â you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.
âwe absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, iâll use my phone.â rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.
âshes loving this.â rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.
ânow boarding first class.â the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.
âshe just started looking tired too.â rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until youâre all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.
âwelcome aboard.â the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.
âbabys first flight!â you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.
âhere, i got her.â rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.
you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.
while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosieâs buckles. sheâs asleep before the plane even begins to move, and youâre surprised when she doesnât even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until youâre steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.
âdoing good baby?â rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.
you take a deep breath. âyeah, yeah.â looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.
the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.
âohhh, its okay baby.â you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that sheâs simply hungry.
âoh god, will you shut that baby up?â a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.
âwhat did you say about my daughter?â rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.
âyou heard me! i didnât pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!â the man grunts.
âyouâre lucky weâre on a plane or-â rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. âstop it, let the flight attendants handle it.â
rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.
âsir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-â the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself.Â
âitâs okay.â you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until heâs calm.
âdudes an asshole.â rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.
âsheâs so perfect.â he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.
you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend.Â
âi got her.â rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.
you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.
--
âthis was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.â you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.
you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.
âcouldnât agree more.â rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
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something new - j.ww
pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
genre: university!au, e2l, academic rivals to lovers, featuring svt as your friend group, angst, fluff, suggestive - MDNI!!
summary: you and wonwoo have been rivals since the first day you met, everything he did irritated you to no end, and yet, you couldn't escape him and, at a certain point, maybe you didn't want to.
warnings: swearing, alcohol, no one knows how to communicate lol, kissing, suggestive
wc: 5.7k
a/n: wonwoo academic rival bc i love him being all nerdy n shit. i really enjoyed writing this so let me know what you think + if you have any requests for some new fics!! àž
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You stare down at your paper, illegible and scattered with doodles and a sharp exhale falls from your lips. Tapping your pen against the table, you wonder how the hell youâre going to pass this surprise exam - a surprise for you at least, apparently telling you must have slipped everyone elseâs mind. Someone taps your shoulder lightly, bringing you out of your spiral. You turn to meet the eyes of the stranger sat beside you, his jet black hair is pushed roughly out of his face, allowing you to see his soft dark eyes peer down at you.Â
You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless as to why he would be trying to get your attention in the middle of an exam. He mouths the word âpenâ in response, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes looking at you with pure desperation. Looking at his desk, you notice the pen next to his hand is broken. You turn away briefly and watch as he lets out a breath of relief and adorns a grateful smile once you appear with a spare pen for him to use.Â
It seems like the bell rings almost immediately once you return your focus to your exam paper - shit. Now youâre definitely not passing. The bell sounds vaguely familiar as it continues to ricochet through you, you rack your brain trying to remember where youâve heard the sound before⊠oh, itâs your alarm clock. Oh! Itâs your alarm clock!Â
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Your eyes snap open as you sit up in bed to turn off the irritating tune that your clock had been emitting for god knows how long. It was the first day of the semester, of course you had woken up twenty minutes behind schedule after a cliche âfirst-day-of-schoolâ dream, what else could you expect?
Arriving at your first class of the day, you find your friend Seungkwan sat strategically in the corner of the semester hall - just far away enough to avoid the risk of being called upon by the professor. You take a seat next to Seungkwan and listen as he begins to rant about his commute. You and Seungkwan have been friends since Freshman year after getting paired up for a group project. Originally, you were fearful that you wouldnât get along, on the surface you were like chalk and cheese, but you find now that Seungkwan balances you out just right. His bold extrovertism has pushed you to be a little less timid, to actually live and, you like to think that youâve mellowed him about a bit too. You wouldnât mind listening to Seungkwan talk and joke around all day, thatâs when heâs happiest so, naturally, you are too.Â
Your conversation with Seungkwan comes to stop as both of your attention gets drawn to a loud racket growing a few rows behind you. You follow the noise to find loveable class clowns Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Seokmin.Â
âAh, it's just Soonyoung, so anywaysâŠâ Seungkwan turns back to his laptop and continues expressing his somewhat irrational love of drive-thrus . You, however, are still watching your classmates, unable to tear your eyes away from one of them, his dark slightly nerdy features captivating you.Â
âKwan,â you murmur, âWhoâs the guy next to Seokmin?â
Seungkwan hums, satisfied, âI was waiting for you to say something, always so nosy.â
You huff gently, knowing well enough that thereâs no point in arguing with him, âSo?ââ
âJeon Wonwoo. Just transferred for his last year I guess.â
âHuh weird, I could've sworn Iâve seen him before.â
Your friend scoffs jokingly, âIn your dreams bro.âÂ
You sigh again, resting your head on the desk sulkily. âIn your dreamsâ, Seungkwanâs words echo. Wait⊠Is he⊠your head whips around to glance at the mysterious man again. No fucking way⊠Jeon Wonwoo is literally the guy from your dreams.Â
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If you had known back then how much you would grow to dislike Wonwoo, you never would have commented on his good looks that first day but, you guess you canât really blame yourself for not knowing how much of a dick he was. Since you had met, you had tried, maybe too hard, to figure out what you had done to make him treat you the way that he did. Over the weeks you have watched him form bonds with everyone in your class - especially your friends, and you saw how his smile fell and laughter stopped as soon as you made your presence known. It was if you had physically attacked him, the way that his eyes immediately dropped to the floor once you came into view. The thing that annoyed you the most about Jeon Wonwoo though, more than the unexplained icing out, was his brain.Â
You donât like to brag but you pride yourself on your intelligence, especially in academia. You had worked hard to reach the place you were in now, throwing away your teenage years in favor of ensuring a happy and successful future for yourself. Because of this, you work hard to make sure youâre at the top of the list whenever your exam results are released - improving upon yourself and being the best of the best, thatâs what you strive for. So of course, it came as an infuriating shock when Wonwoo knocked you out of the top spot, that smug look on his face and the glimmer in his eyes as he walked past you that day was something you couldnât get out of your head. No matter how hard you tried, day and night, the only thing on your mind was Wonwoo and how to beat him.
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âOk, what can you tell me about Wonwoo?â you are sitting in your campus cafe, your best friend Seungkwan sits across from you as you mindlessly stir your coffee.Â
âWhy do you always assume I have information on everyone?â
âBecause you always do, my favorite gossip.â you reply, buttering him up in hope heâll give you something, anything.Â
âWhatâs your business with him anyways? OhâŠâ he gasps âyou have a little campus crush donât you? Thatâs why youâre so off around him.âÂ
âDonât go spreading false information, Boo Seungkwan, heâs the one who gets cold and quiet when Iâm around. Besides, no sleeping with the enemy.â
âHeâs the enemy now? Hot.âÂ
You scoff gently at his comment, rolling your eyes âJust tell me what you knowâ, you say laughing.Â
ïčË â ïž”ïčâč àč  àč âčïčïž”
As time goes on, nothing much changes between you and Wonwoo. He becomes a fixture within your friendship group with the boys taking him under their wing and as he begins to pop up in more areas of your life, you learn more about him. You learn about his love for video games and cats, you learn heâs a great listener but can speak for the country when heâs passionate about something. You learn heâs funny and even smarter than you thought. Itâs annoying that you could imagine actually being friends with him if he was just nice, you admit you might be able to understand the crowd of girls that follow him around aimlessly if he wasnât such an asshole. Because, despite him joining your friendship group and you - unwillingly - spending more time around him, he still acted so coldly towards you, no matter how nice you were to him, he never faltered.Â
âSplit into groups of six, no more, no less and create a presentation applying your chosen theorem to the 21st century.â your professor orders. Immediately the students around you begin to migrate around the room, collecting friends for the group project. You turn to your left to find that Seungkwan is already clambering over the seats behind you to reach Seokmin, Mingyu, Soonyoung and Wonwoo - all four of them cheering on his show of athleticism.Â
âQuickly guys! Come on!â the professor calls out from the front of the class. You look around to realise that youâve waited a bit too long to choose a group for yourself. Thatâs when you hear your name being called and turn to find Mingyu reaching his hand out to you with that cheesy grin you just couldnât say no to.Â
âWe need the class nerd on our team, cïżœïżœmon!â Soonyoung calls out to you from above.
âWe already have Wonwoo though?â Seungkwan remarks with a mischievous smirk. You quickly shoot him a stern, irritated look as his smile is broken by Seokmin elbowing him in the ribs for a reason you canât quite figure out.Â
A few days later, you and your friends (and Wonwoo) decide to meet at the library to brainstorm for your project. You arrive first with Seokmin and Mingyu and find a table just big enough for the six of you. Soonyoung trails along not long after and the four of you play some quiet games whilst waiting for Seungkwan and Wonwoo to arrive. You note that one of the two empty seats is positioned directly across for you whilst the other is out of view. The solution is clear, Seungkwan will sit across from you, at least then youâll be able to focus on the assignment.Â
Once the pair arrive, you attempt to signal to Kwan, strong eye contact asking him to take the chair opposite you.Â
âWon, which seat do you want?â He asks the other boy, and you canât hold back the sigh that escapes as your plan crumbles before you
âIâll take this one, the lightingâs better.â Wonwoo replies, making brief eye contact with you before pulling out the chair with a shy smirk on his face.Â
âŠwhat was that about? And when did he get so cocky?Â
Soonyoung clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence that suddenly fell over the group and you thank God that heâs here to take the attention off of your exchange with Wonwoo and prompt you to actually start working on the project.Â
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Soon enough, you find yourself in a quiet bar across town on a Thursday night. Following your friendsâ advice you decide to accept your coworkerâs invitation to grab drinks. You tell yourself why not? Heâs nice enough, attractive and funny, sometimes anyways. Plus you havenât got much else going on in the love department - no harm, no foul.Â
After half an hour or so of pleasant small talk, you leave the booth and head towards the bar to order another drink. As you trudge across the sticky floor you are stopped in your tracks as a man steps in front of you, blocking you from reaching your destination.Â
âExcuse me,â you begin, attempting to manoeuvre around him.
âYou shouldnât be with him.â the man says.Â
âExcuse me?â you repeat, this time in disbelief.Â
âYou heard me.â he says, quieter this time. You lift your head to get a proper look at the strangerâs face.
âOf course youâre here.â you scoff. You push past him, shaking your head as you reach the bar. He follows, not giving up.Â
âYou donât suit each other.âÂ
You laugh, God, heâs so infuriating, who does he think he is?
âOh please, Wonwoo, like you know the slightest thing about me.â
âActually I-â
Just then your âdateâ appears, âIs everything ok?â He asks with a slightly concerned look.Â
âYeah! Just a⊠classmate.â A false happiness lines your voice.
 âCome on, let's head back to the table.â you say, turning your back on Wonwoo who watches on with a solemn expression.
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Not long after that, you find yourself at the library with your friends almost every day, grinding to get your project completed. You and Wonwoo havenât spoken about the night at the bar, not that he speaks to you usually anyways. Instead though, you begin to catch him looking at you more and more often, his gaze burning into you, making you heat up and, most importantly distracting you from your work.Â
âWhatâs going on with you and Wonwoo then?â Seungkwan asks one day whilst you do a snack run for the rest of the group.
âWhat?â you reply, stopping where you are, astonished.Â
âJust saying, he canât keep his eyes off of you.âÂ
âHeâs trying to sabotage me or something.âÂ
â...Why would he do that? Yâknow weâre graded as a group right?â He says, baffled.Â
âWhatever.â you reply, turning into the next aisle, fed up of even thinking about Wonwoo, never mind talking about the man.Â
Returning to your friends, they circle you like vultures, picking out theyâre snacks. Itâs a chaotic free for all and youâre left with a candy bar and some chips. Wonwoo stands patiently whilst the others rob you blind so, once the others return to their seats you approach him quietly, avoiding eye contact and place the chips in front of him. He mutters a small âthank youâ and smiles gratefully, watching again as you return to your work. Now heâs just being weird, you think to yourself. You canât help but be curious about what heâs plotting.Â
At the end of the study session, the boys decide to head to the bar to reward themselves.Â
âY/N, you coming?â Mingyu asks.
âIâm good, thanks though!â you reply with a soft smile, finding a quiet night watching Netflix to be a bit more appealing today.Â
Your friends leave before you, saying goodbye whilst you pack up your stuff. As you shove your laptop into your bag, you can feel someoneâs eyes on you and your face begins to heat up at your suspicion.Â
âWonwoo! Hurry up!â you hear Soonyoung whine.Â
âRight, sorry.âÂ
You look up just quick enough to catch him turning away from you and running to meet with the rest of the group.Â
Huh, weird.Â
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That weekend, your phone buzzes with a string of texts from Mingyu.
Mingyu: Wanna come over and play video games?
Mingyu: (Say yes)
Mingyu: Pleaseee, Iâm so bored :)Â
Youâve worked fucking hard recently and couldnât think of a better way to end the week than by playing nostalgic video games with one of your closest friends
Y/N: Don't even WORRY, Iâm omw
You respond quickly, pulling a bleach-stained hoodie on and heading for the door.Â
Youâre sat on the floor next to Mingyu in front of his TV. The room is dead silent, spare some trash talk from the both of you as you channel all of your focus on Mario Kart. As a result, neither of you notice Wonwoo coming in to watch your fierce competition.Â
You swear you see your life flash before your eyes when he, watching the screen intently, mumbles âBe careful. Blue shell coming your way.â
His sudden words do nothing but scare the living shit out of you and make you crash into a wall.Â
âOh my god,â you exclaim, heart beating rapidly after his jumpscare, âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
He looks at you blankly, taken aback by your overreaction, âOhâŠuh⊠I live here.âÂ
You turn to Mingyu who confirms with his lips pressed together in an awkward smile.Â
âOh. Sorry. You just scared me a bit, my bad.âÂ
He chuckles quietly in response before walking over to the kitchen and leaving the two of you to finish your race (which you still win, despite Wonwooâs meddling.) A handful of races later, Mingyuâs phone buzzes, ushering him to go and collect the takeout you had ordered. Standing up, he grabs his jacket and keys but doesnât dare leave before messing with you more than he already has.Â
âWonwoo?â He calls with a mischievous grin, âCome play instead of me whilst I go get the food!âÂ
Wonwoo hums a response as he moves to sit down next to you whilst you shoot death glares at your friend, who simply mouths âbe niceâ before slamming the door behind him.Â
He picks up Mingyuâs controller and hovers over âWarioâs Gold Mineâ.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
He looks at you, confused âUh⊠choosing the best map?â
You laugh, âNo no, my poor Wonwoo. This is the best map.â You take the remote from him and select âKoopa Capeâ.Â
âOoh, youâre so wrong.â he replies playfully.
âIâm never wrong.â
âThatâs true.âÂ
You catch yourself smiling as the race starts. Maybe you are wrong, maybe heâs not so bad.Â
âOh my god, hit me with a shell again, I swear to god Jeon Wonwoo.â you exclaim as he surpasses you for the fourth time. He laughs, nudging you gently.
âI didnât know you were such a sore loser.âÂ
You look at him, forgetting about the game, âYou don't know anything about me.â you say, under your breath. He turns to you, concerned.
âHuh?â
âNothing.âÂ
Turning back to the screen, you find that Wonwoo has stolen first place from you - again.Â
âFuck.â you mutter, refocusing on the race, watching as a proud smile creeps onto Wonwooâs face.Â
âWow, Y/N actually lost for once!â Mingyu declares as he returns with the food, âI guess we finally found your match.âÂ
âShut up.â you bark back, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the couch. Wonwoo mutters a âgood gameâ before standing up with a smirk and leaving the room. You scoff at his slight obnoxiousness whilst Mingyu sits down beside you and begins unpacking the food.Â
âAre you gonna stop sulking and go get some plates?â
âUgh fineeeâ you reply jokingly before getting up.Â
Youâre completely lost in the kitchen, opening every cupboard in sight hoping to find some plates and cutlery.
âYou good?â a voice calls from behind you. You look up to find Wonwoo leaning against the doorframe, slightly baffled by your snooping.Â
âUhâŠplates?â
âAh,â he says walking towards you, you step back until youâre caught by the kitchen counter. âJust up here.â he continues, reaching behind you to grab the plates.Â
Heâs so close that, for the first time, you can smell his woody cologne strongly. Your heart speeds up as he places the plates down on the counter behind you, his hands resting on either side, trapping you.Â
You look up at him, breathless, as he scans your face. Youâre silent, drinking him in, your hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. He lifts his hand, brushing your hair behind your ear.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he whispers against your lips.Â
You can only bring yourself to nod in complete disbelief at the sudden shift between the two of you, the magnetism drawing you together. He moves in closer to you, so close you can feel his eyelashes as they flutter against your skin and his breathing grows slightly heavier.Â
âY/N, did you find them?â Mingyu calls from the other room. Youâve never moved away from a person so fast, separating yourself from Wonwoo immediately. You clear your throat, maintaining eye contact with Wonwoo, still flustered.Â
âYep sorry! Just grabbing a drink.â Thinking fast, Wonwoo hands you a can of coke.
âCan you grab me one too?â Mingyu shouts.Â
You both laugh quietly as he hands you another. You nod and smile, leaving him in the kitchen and heading back to your food.
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Itâs a week before you see him again, your group's last meeting before the final presentation, a chance for you to go over the final details. The meeting is generally uneventful, everyone finally focused on the task at hand.Â
âI think if we switch the parts about culture and equity then it would flow better.â Wonwoo suggests.
âHmm, I agreeâ you reply nonchalantly because, on this rare occasion, you actually do.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â Seungkwan whispers to you.
âWhat?â
âYou never agree with him.â
âHe made a good point.â you shrug, brushing off your friendâs interrogation. Looking up you catch Wonwoo smiling at you, giggling under his breath like a teenager. You have to stifle the smile that begins creeping onto your face as you watch him.Â
âAnd that is why we believe that absurdism is an essential mindset to have in order to thrive in the modern day.â Seokmin argues, concluding your group project, finally. The six of you share reassuring nods and smiles, youâve done your best and youâre happy with it, the rest is out of your hands.
As you exit the assessment room, Soonyoung pipes up, âDrinks, drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks?â He chants pointing at each of you as he does, the group mumbles a variety of agreements.Â
âY/N?â Mingyu asks.
âCome on, itâll be fun, try something new.â Seungkwan whispers.Â
You look at your friends smiling eagerly as they wait for your response, with an exhale and a nod, you give in, âdrinks.â
At the bar, you crowd a small table, each with a drink in hand, talking and laughing about whatever comes to mind. You play games, sharing embarrassing childhood stories and weird facts you never wouldâve learnt anywhere else. You are having fun, smiling, peaceful but, somethingâs off. You can feel it. Heâs been quiet all night, barely even looked at you. It was annoying. It was annoying that it annoyed you, a few weeks ago this would have been normal behavior but now, it was different, it upset you, made you feel like youâd done something wrong, made you feel⊠unwanted.Â
Being truthful, you werenât really feeling it tonight. If you had it your way youâd be on your couch right now watching a film. You werenât gonna go, not until you saw his cheesy grin amongst your friendsâ, so sweet you could melt. He was the reason you went out tonight. Him, and Seungkwanâs words, you should try something new. You had never felt so overwhelmed by your own feelings, one minute you felt nothing short of hatred for Wonwoo and the next⊠your heart is fluttering every time your eyes meet.Â
During your daze, Wonwoo gets up to buy another round for the group, the sound of his chair moving snaps your focus back to the table but heâs already disappeared. You excuse yourself to the restroom, taking the chance to talk to Wonwoo whilst everyone else is distracted. Standing beside him, his eyes are fixed on his phone, reading some kind of article.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask him, nervous for his answer - youâre not sure what youâll do either way. He looks up at you, soft dark eyes taking you in. He stands with an unreadable expression for what feels like forever before he finally opens his mouth to reply and then-
âWonwoo! Come here quickly, settle this bet for us!â Sometimes, you really hate Soonyoung.Â
He shoots you an apologetic look and then, heâs gone, just like that. All the courage you had built up, wasted on an unanswered question. Fuck this. You grab your jacket, shooting Seungkwan a âdonât worry Iâll text you laterâ look and head for the door. Youâre exhausted, tired of it all, you just want to be in your own bed.Â
As you walk down the quiet streets, you hear another pair of footsteps catching up to you.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
You look at him. Youâre irritable and know that youâre probably not going to say the right thing but what the hell.Â
âSo youâre allowed to ask but Iâm not?â
âNo, thatâs not- I⊠Iâm sorry, I never know how to act around you, I never know what to say, Iâm always doing the wrong thing but I-â
âWonwoo.â you interject, âI canât do this right now. Just⊠just go back to the bar.â
He doesn't respond, a silent understanding. He doesnât leave either. He walks alongside you the whole way home, giving you quiet to think, offering you a comforting smile whenever your eyes meet. It breaks your heart just as much as it warms it, that he, despite your outburst, stays by your side when you need someone.
Even if you try to push him away, somehow he knows, he knows that you want him there.Â
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With the group project over, you donât see him as often as before, hardly ever when youâre alone. You decide to put him out of your mind for a while, to focus on work and the rest of your assignments. Wonwoo, though, seems to have a habit of sabotaging your plans.Â
It started off with simpler things, turning up at your work just to place a complicated order, smirking as he watches you struggle with it. Then on exam week, a bag of your favorite snacks appears at your door. On a random Wednesday, he orders a pizza to your apartment. On your birthday, a small cake. And, thereâs not a week that goes by where he fails to visit the cafe, youâve grown to look forward to his bizarre orders and playful teasing.Â
Once the professor announces the end of the lecture, you grab your laptop and walk towards the door where youâre met with a familiar face.Â
âAh, the coffee fairy, what can I do for you today?â you greet him, playfully.Â
âCan we talk? Iâll walk you home.â he asks, his voice laced with anxiety.
âOkayâŠâ you nod, curious as to why heâs acting this way.Â
Walking through campus, he clears his throat, âSoâŠâ he trails off.
âSo?â
âSo I donât really know how to say this. I mean, maybe you already know but I mean⊠Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry if I upset you, or hurt you, or made you angry. If you hate me, thatâs okay I just-âÂ
âI donât hate you Wonwoo. Not anymore, anyways.âÂ
He chuckles softly, âWell, I just want you to know that I donât plan on giving up I⊠I think this is it for me,â
âIt?âÂ
âYou. I think youâre it for me. I think it was over for me the moment I saw you.â He takes a deep breath before continuing, âAnd Iâm sorry about everything. Around you, I just, I forget how to act, I canât think. Itâs all just⊠you.â
As he speaks, your face begins to heat up under his gaze, a smile appearing on your face as you take his hand in yours hesitantly, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, he stops speaking, pausing to think.
âWait⊠what do you mean you donât hate me anymore?â You can only laugh at his question as he pulls you closer to him.Â
The walk back to your apartment is nice, peaceful even, like this is where youâre meant to be. You turn towards him to say goodbye and thank him for walking so far out of his way. He canât hide his shyness as he says goodbye, stammering slightly with rosy cheeks. You look at him, hoping for more, but his eyes are fixed to the floor as he blushes. You laugh quietly, finding him incredibly endearing before turning away to enter your apartment.Â
Suddenly, you feel his hand reach for your arm, âwait.â he says, spinning you back to him.Â
The action happens so quickly, youâre basically pressed up against him, one of your hands finding his bicep to balance yourself. You look up at him, itâs clear that heâs still nervous but heâs doing his best to play it cool, his hand rests on your lower back as he pulls you even closer. The way heâs looking at you, like youâre the only thing heâs ever known, sends the color to your cheeks and you can feel your heart beating faster by the second.Â
His other hand finds your jaw as he leans his face closer to yours, his breath tickling your lips. His soft, puppy dog eyes search yours for consent, and just like in Mingyuâs kitchen, you can muster up nothing but a nod, your breathing getting shallower with anticipation, hunger.Â
His lips delicately brush yours, cautious and timid. You kiss him back warmly, he tastes like peppermint and cola, both new and familiar at the same time. He leans into you more, growing more confident as you part your lips, letting him explore you further. You fall into a perfect rhythm with butterflies fluttering throughout you and your grip on the other becoming firmer.
Remembering that you need to breathe, you break away from each other slowly. He rests his forehead against yours, sharing your breathless giggles and smiles of relief.Â
âJeon Wonwoo.â you whisper, still in a daze.
âHmm?â he hums happily.
âIâm pretty sure I donât hate you anymore.â
âOnly pretty sure?â he jokes, feigning upset.
â100% sure.â you correct yourself with a happy grin.
âGood.â he says, pecking you softly and then pressing another kiss against your cheek. âI almost went insane waiting for you to realize.â
âRealize what?âÂ
He pulls you into a warm, strong hug, resting his head on your shoulder before whispering âThat it was always you and me.â
ïčË â ïž”ïčâč àč  àč âčïčïž”
âWhatâs going on with Wonwoo?â Seungkwan asks on your way to class two days later.
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âSomethingâs different⊠heâs brighter.â
âWhy would I know anything about it, none of my businessâ you state, biting your lip to hide your knowing smile.Â
âOh come on, donât act like you havenât noticed!â
âI honestly donât know what youâre talking about.â
âBro, he didnât stop smiling the entire time he was there, it was weird. He even spoke differently, lighter.âÂ
You hum a manufactured surprised response as your friend continues.Â
âMaybe he met someone, he always talks about that person heâs liked since he moved here, maybe he finally made a move - i hope so I donât know how much more of his schoolboy pining I can take.âÂ
Your gaze is glued to the floor as you listen, knowing that you were the reason for all his changes and that he was the reason for all of yours. That he made the world seem new, brighter, happier.Â
ïčË â ïž”ïčâč àč  àč âčïčïž”
âAre you okay? We havenât talked in a few days.â Wonwoo says over the phone.
âIâm sorry, itâs just my thesis, I feel like Iâm never gonna leave this apartment again.â
âThatâs okay! I get it,â he reassures you, âtalk to me about it.â
He listens intently as you babble about your thesis, humming along, asking questions and offering advice. Whilst you explain the block that youâre facing currently, thereâs a knock at the door. Getting up from your laptop to answer it, you continue, âAnd now, Iâm not sure where to go next.â
âWith me.â
âHuh?âÂ
Opening the door, heâs stood in front of you. His dark hair falling perfectly, as he runs his fingers through it, still holding his phone to his ear with a sweet smile and pride in his eyes.Â
Hanging up the phone, he clarifies, âtake a break, letâs go for dinner.âÂ
And how could you deny such a pretty face?Â
Walking the streets, he speaks passionately as he shows you his favorite spots around the city and you find yourself just happy to be here with him, to witness his excitement with a cheesy grin that you reserve for only a few people in your life.Â
âYouâre quite the sweet talker, Jeon Wonwoo.â you say, giggling.Â
âOf course,â he responds proudly, âHow else would I get to have you by my side?â With that he pulls you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you, swaying playfully from side-to-side and holding you as if youâre all he needs with him right now.Â
ïčË â ïž”ïčâč àč  àč âčïčïž”
The elevator dings as the two of you stumble inside, your arms resting on his shoulders. Looking at him with adoration as he turns you gently, reaching his hand out to clumsily press the elevator buttons behind you. You giggle between kisses as you find your balance, clinging onto each other. You hardly notice when the elevator rings again outside your apartment, too busy with your hands tangled in his hair and his palms running across your sides in painstaking seduction.Â
Then heâs guiding you out of the elevator, hands still firm on your hips and not daring to break away from you for even a second. He slips his hand into yours, taking your keys and mindlessly fumbles to unlock the door.
It takes mere seconds once the door opens for him to slam it shut and have you trapped against the wall, he moves against you sloppily, licking into you with pure hunger and adoration, a tsunami of lust as his groans echo throughout your body.Â
âFuck. If youâd just spoken to me on that first day, I wouldâve made you mine then and there.â he whispers against your skin, trailing electric kisses down your jaw towards your collarbone.Â
You laugh in shock, lifting his lips back up towards yours, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt as you kiss him back feverishly. âMe? No, you were the one who ignored me.âÂ
âHmmâ he responds breathlessly, turning you around and leading you to your bedroom. Drawn together like magnets, you both stumble across the room, hands and lips battling for the next sweet taste, the next wanting touch.Â
âLook how farâŠâ his lips find yours again, âjust a bitâŠâ and again, âof communication can goâ you finally manage to moan out.Â
âAre you gonna stop talking and be mine now orâŠ?â he whines as you drag against his lips.Â
You giggle softly as he lifts your arms to rest around his shoulders, pulling you in by the waist before his soft mouth is reunited with yours.
ïčË â ïž”ïčâč àč  àč âčïčïž”
You could never have imagined that you would come to find a safe space in Wonwoo. That you would eventually know him better than yourself. That the man you loathed, competed against, fought, would be yours. The man whose presence bothered you would soon be the one to hold your hand through good news and bad. That his happiness was your happiness, his sadness, his pride, his love.Â
You never could have imagined that he would be the one waking you up on Sunday mornings with sweet kisses on your collarbone. That, at night you would be drawing idle patterns on his chest. That even after waking up from your dreams, heâd still be there holding you. That his touch was the only thing you craved, his kisses your favorite greeting, his voice your favorite song. His gaze and gooey brown eyes which used to irritate you to no end, would soon become your lighthouse in the storm. You never could have imagined that you would love Jeon Wonwoo.
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hi, babes! i saw that youâre open to some AYW blurbs so i wanted to shoot my shot đ„č i am YEARNING for jealous!eddie sooooo bad so could we pretty please with cherries on top have a lil blurb about him where a different dad hits on the reader while theyâre picking up the boys from school or maybe while theyâre doing some kind of errands like grocery shopping or something? it could be from when theyâre already dating or from when theyâre just pining over each other, itâs up to you! i just want possessive!eddie to come back lmaooo thank you in advance if you choose to do this! i love youuu and the entire AYW universe â€ïž
Jealous!Eddie? Possessive!Eddie? Oh, you're definitely speaking my language. As much as I love Eddie being possessive after he and Reader get together, there's something about Eddie being a total jealousy monster while they're still just pining for one another that butters my biscuit.
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Warnings: age gap, Eddie is technically married to someone else but if you know this series you know what that's all about
[As You Wish masterlist]
The stoplight turns green, and you put pressure on the gas pedal of your gold Elantra. The car rumbles down the road as you bop your head and sing along to the radio. Everybody (Backstreetâs Back) by The Backstreet Boys is a great song, you donât care what boy band haters say.Â
Itâs part of the usual routine for you to be early when arriving at Hawkins Elementary School to pick up Ryan and Luke, but since your literature class let out twenty minutes before it was supposed to, youâre extra early. You turn your car into the schoolâs parking lot and find a visitor spot that will allow you to easily swing into the pick-up line when the time comes.Â
Car in park, you turn the volume on the radio up and tuck one leg underneath you. Youâre so engrossed in the music that you have to do a double take when you see an attractive man walk past a few cars, headed toward the school.
Itâs Eddie. Something is in his hand but heâs moving so briskly that itâs hard to tell what it is. Lead fills your stomach. Why is he here? What happened? Did something happen with the boys? Are they okay?
You yank the key out of the ignition mid-song and throw open the driverâs side door.Â
âHey, Eddie!â you call as you jog to catch up with himâhis long legs striding further in one step than either of his sons can go in three.Â
Eddie turns his head as he reaches for the handle of the door. Heâs just reached the entrance, and he stops with his hand on top of the silver bar. You could almost swear his tense face eases into a smile when he sees you coming up behind him. But perhaps thatâs just wishful thinking. Of course it is. What else would it be?
âWhatâs going on?â you ask. âIs everything okay?â
He sighs and pulls open the front door of the school, gesturing for you to step inside first. You do, and he follows in behind you. He lifts his other hand which is holding a pair of small pants.
âThe school called me at work and said Luke spilled glue all over his pants, so I grabbed a pair from home for him to change into,â he explains. âI tried calling you when I got to the house, but I guess you were already on your way.â
It should probably surprise you more than it does that Luke got into such a sticky situation, but youâve known him for long enough that this just seems par for the course.
âOh, Luke,â you sigh as you and Eddie stride side by side down the hallway.
âHe keeps life interesting,â Eddie says. He checks his watch and sees thereâs less than half an hour left in the school day. He gestures toward a classroom door covered in studentâs artwork. âMight as well grab Ryan from his class since itâs right here.â
You wait out in the hall as Eddie slips inside to get his oldest son.
âHe did what?â you hear Ryan asking as Eddie opens the door on his way out. The little boy looks as if heâs going to say something else, but he sees you standing in the hall and immediately steps forward and wraps his arms around your waist. âHi!â
âHey, Ry.â You chuckle at his eagerness and ruffle his honey brown hair. âHow was school?â
âPretty good,â he says as he takes your hand. Both Munsons head down the hall, you tagging along since you donât know the right direction to go in. âI played kickball in gym. I ran the bases so fast!â
âNice!â You hold your free hand up for a high five, which he gladly returns.
Eddie stops in front of another classroom door and nods towards it.
âOkay, Iâll be right back.âÂ
He slips inside and Ryan swings your joined hands between the two of you for a few moments until the door opens again and Luke waddles out in a bow-legged stance, feet slowly shuffling him along.
âWhat did you do?â Ryan asks with a sigh. Itâs in the same exasperated tone that Luke brings out of a lot of people.
âNothing!â his little brother defends. âThe bottle was clogged so I took the lid off. Then it slipped out of my hands!â
Eddie lets out a silent chuckle as he closes the classroom door behind them.Â
âI think theyâre stuck to me!â Luke says.
âOkay,â Eddie says, gently taking Luke by the shoulders and leading him towards a bathroom a few doors down. âI can help get them off.â
âCan Ryan?â Luke asks, reaching for the door handle.
âRy?â Eddie looks at his oldest son.
âYeah, let me help.â
Ryan holds the door open and Luke crab walks his way into the single bathroom. The door clicks closed behind them and Eddie gives you an amused look. You canât help but giggle as the two of you wait out in the hall.Â
Sounds of movement come from the other side of the door, along with the murmur of Lukeâs voice as he speaks to his brother. A few minutes pass before the door opens a crack and Ryan sticks his head out.
âDaddy?â he asks. âCan you get a Band-Aid from the classroom?â
âHeâs bleeding?â Eddie asks, slight alarm creeping into his voice.
Ryan sighs. âGlue pulled off a scab on his knee.â
âAlright, Iâll be right back,â Eddie says. He looks at you as Ryan pulls his head back inside, and you nod, letting Eddie know youâll be here with the boys.Â
Parents begin to trickle into the hallway. Itâs the kindergarten wing so itâs not unusual for guardians to be waiting right outside the classroom to pick up their kids. Luke was more capable than that, he assured when he said that he could walk to the pick-up lane outside all on his ownâor sometimes with Ryan.Â
âEverything okay?â a voice asks from behind you.
âOh!â Youâre slightly startled as you spin around to see a man standing near you.Â
A smile quirks up on one side of his mouth when he sees he surprised you. His smile is nice, you notice. In fact, all of his face is nice. Heâs around Eddieâs age and height, with short black hair and piercing green eyes. Very attractive.Â
âSorry,â he says. âI didnât mean to scare you.â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you say with a wave of your hand. âUm, yeah, everything is okay. Just a glue incident.â
âBeen there,â the man says with a gruff laugh. âNail polish remover.â
âIâm sorry?â you ask.
âNail polish remover will get the glue off of clothes,â he clarifies. âJust in case you or your husband didnât know that.â
His words fluster you. Had he seen Eddie and just assumed he was your husband? Or was he just assuming in general? Either way, it takes a moment for you to compose yourself.Â
Part of you doesnât want to correct him. But itâs possible the boys can hear this conversation through the wood of the door. Also, what if the man says something similar after Eddie comes back? Eddie would obviously refute, and youâd be mortified all the way around.Â
âOh, uh, heâs um, heâs not my husband. Heâs their dad. Iâm the babysitter.â
âAh, my mistake. Sorry.â He doesnât look the least bit sorry though. âI shouldâve guessed. Youâre far too young to be their mom.â
He mustâve seen Eddie and at least Ryan, then.Â
Again, youâre flustered. Heâs clearly flirting with you, so why does part of you want Eddie to hurry up and come back? This man is handsome and charming and neither of you are doing anything wrong by having this conversation with one another. Thereâs not a ring on his finger either, you notice.Â
You still havenât responded though.
âYou have a beautiful smile,â he says.
You hadnât even realized you were smiling.Â
âThank you,â you say, your smile turning shy. Â
The man takes a step closer to you and tilts his head to the side.
âDo you come by here every day? Or is it just my lucky day?â
Behind you, Eddie comes back with a Band-Aid in his hand. He hears the manâs question and immediately his hackles go up. His back straightens and his jaw sets as he purposely squeaks one of his black boots against the tile floor.Â
The sound has the intended effect, and you spin around in his direction. Why do you feel as though youâve been caught doing something wrong? An image of Brittanyâs beautiful, cold face flashes in your mind and the trace of guilt disappears.
âYou got it?â you ask Eddie.
âYep,â he states curtly.Â
He brandished the Band-Aid, realizing he had crumpled it in his fist in his irritation. He knocks on the bathroom door. âItâs me. Hereâs the Band-Aid.â
Ryan opens it a crack and sticks his hand out. Eddie lays it in his palm as you hear a footstep right behind you.
Spinning back, you see that the handsome man is closer to you now. Eddie is not happy. But neither you nor the man notice.Â
âI feel like I wouldâve noticed you here before,â the man says to you.
âIâm usually in the carpool,â you explain.Â
âSee, I knew I would have recognized you,â he says with a bright smile. âYouâre very pretty.â
Your face immediately fills with heat. So does Eddieâs, but for another reason entirely.Â
âThank you,â you say.
A fist banging on the door behind you startles you, and you spin around to see Eddie pounding on the wood.
âHowâs it going?â Eddie asks loudly.Â
âGood!â Luke calls back. âIâm almost all the way unstuck!âÂ
Eddie takes a breath and turns towards you.
âSweetheart, you donât have to stay here through this.â
Though he didnât consciously intend it, thereâs possessiveness in the pet name. Itâs not uncommon for him to call you âsweetheart,â but this time thereâs a harshness in his tone that whispers heâs staking his claim on you.
This may be the only time Eddie has ever wanted you to go away from him. And itâs not because of him, but because of the flirtatious father that is not him. The father who canât leave with you because heâs still waiting for his kid.
âOh no, Iâm fine,â you assure Eddie. âI can take the boys back home and you can go back to work.â
Eddie waves a hand dismissively.
âNah, I already took the rest of the day off.âÂ
The stranger behind you opens his mouth to speak, so Eddie makes sure to beat him to it.
âWhat do you say we go get some food once Situation Sticky Pants is solved?â Eddie asks. âThe gremlins are always hungry.â
âIf I had a nickel for every time Luke climbed into my car and immediately brought up food, Iâd be able to buy this school,â you say with a fond smile.Â
Eddieâs responding chuckle makes your heart leap into your throat. Youâre so ensnared by the man youâre so infatuated with that you almost miss his eldest son calling your name through the bathroom door.
Quickly, you shake it off and press your ear up against the smooth wood.
âYeah, Ry?â
While your focus is on the boy talking to you from inside the bathroom, Eddie looks at the man behind you, steel in his deep brown eyes. The man doesnât react or respond one way or the other. It irritates Eddie even further.Â
âWhat was the name of that movie we watched yesterday?â Ryan asks you.
âFlubber?â
âThatâs it!â you hear Luke say.
âOkay, thank you!â Ryan adds.Â
You pull away from the door with a soft chuckle.
âI really hope whatever conversation theyâre having about that movie has nothing to do with getting Lukeâs pants unstuck,â Eddie says.Â
You lean back against the cool, white brick wall next to the bathroom door and the man sidles up closer to you. Eddie doesnât have the chance to intervene before he speaks this time.
âI know itâs a shot in the dark,â the man says to you, âbut would you want to get dinner sometime?â
Youâre stunned speechless. Sure, he had been flirting with you, but you assumed thatâs all it was. Just some innocent, fun flirting. A date could also be some innocent fun, you tell yourself. And this man has been nothing but kind and respectful towards you. ButâŠit doesnât feel right. Itâs hard to parse out if it feels wrong accepting another manâs advances in front of Eddie because of how you feel for your boss, or you just donât want to go out with the guy, as nice as he seems. Just because heâs nice doesnât mean you owe him anything. Regardless, you feel a sense of relief when you decide to decline his offer.
What you donât know is that Eddie is ready to combust behind you. Waiting for you to answer the question is pure agony for him. Heâs pretty sure heâll burst into flames if you keep him in suspense any longer.
âOh, thatâs very sweet of you,â you say.Â
Eddieâs heart seizes in his chest. He leans his shoulder against the wall, hoping it will help keep him propped up.Â
âButâŠâ you continue, and Eddieâs heart starts beating again, even if itâs at an erratic rhythm.Â
âI actually have a boyfriend though,â you finish.Â
Eddie feels sick. He half thinks heâll have to barge in on the boys in the bathroom and empty his stomach into the toilet.
The man gives you a sad smile and nods his head.
âHeâs a lucky guy.â
You offer him a small smile just as the bathroom door bangs open and the boys step outâLuke clad in his glue-free jeans.
âHow we doing?â you ask them.
âGood!â Luke grins and gives you two thumbs up. His previous pair of jeans are slung over his shoulder. Eddie slips them off and rolls them up into a ball.Â
âWe ready to go?â Eddie asks.
Luke nods his head enthusiastically and slips his smaller hand into yours. He begins to pull you in the direction of the schoolâs exit. You turn your head as youâre pulled away and give the man a small smile.
âHave a nice day,â you wish him.
âYou as well,â he replies.Â
Once your gang makes it into the parking lot, the boys start bickering about whose car they want to ride in. They come up with Rock, Paper, Scissors as a way to decide.
While they play that, Eddie turns to you.Â
âBoyfriend, huh?â he asks. It takes a Herculean amount of effort to keep bitterness from coating those words.Â
Eddie knows he has no right to ask you about this and itâs completely inappropriate. Yet, he canât stop himself from asking.Â
âHmm?â you question. As soon as his question registers in your brain, adrenaline pumps through your body, eager to let Eddie know that youâre very availableâeven if it doesnât make a difference one way or the other. âOh! No, no, I donât have a boyfriend. My best friend taught me to use that excuse when I donât want to accept. Itâs a no, but the guy wonât get all bent out of shape or start harassing me because it doesnât really hurt his pride.â
âWow,â Eddie says, blowing out a breath. Heâs immensely relieved that youâre single, but also annoyed that youâve had to employ this trick for your safety. âI am so sorry that you have to do that. A ânoâ should be enough.â
âShould be.â You agree with a shrug. âBut itâs better to be safe than sorry.â
âScissors!â Luke exclaims before he turns in your direction. âWeâre riding with you!â
âWant to meet at the diner on Essex?â Eddie asks.
âSure!â
Eddie ushers the boys into the back of your car and makes sure theyâre buckled in before walking across the parking lot to his own truck. As he slips into the driverâs seat and turns the key in the ignition, Eddie replays the last fifteen minutes in his head.Â
âShe said no to that guy,â Eddie muses out loud to himself as he navigates through the traffic thatâs collected in front of the school. âShe said no to that guy because she has a boyfriend. But she doesnât have a boyfriend.â
A large sigh of relief spills from his lips. The mere thought of you having a boyfriend created a multitude of knots in Eddieâs stomach. He canât even bear to think about how much of a hypocrite it all makes him.Â
âButâŠâ Eddie continues to himself, a new sickening thought taking root. âOh, fuck. What if she didnât want to date that douche because heâs older than her. My fucking age.â
The thought disheartens him even more than the idea of you having a boyfriend does. He reaches up and rubs his calloused hands over his face as he rolls up to a red light.Â
âJesus Christ, Munson,â he groans. âYouâre sitting here, talking to yourself about whether or not she has a boyfriend, or if thereâs a possibility she could be into someone older. Youâre fucking married, douchebag. It shouldnât matter one way or the other if she's with someone or not. Or who she might want to date or not.â
The light turns green, and Eddie lets his foot rest heavy against the gas.
Maybe none of this should matter to Eddie. But it sure as hell does.
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The way Gojo just meelllllttttssss over reader ahhh my heart canât take it
âmorning,â he whispers, in some kind of dream.
youâve been awake for⊠at least a couple of minutes now. or maybe an hour. itâs hard to tell with the cheek pressing against your neck, the skin brushing against your jugular.
five years ago, you would be dreaming.
you would wake up all alone and think about things you werenât allowed toâand then you would get up, happy to run away from that false reality.
though, now itâs here.
and maybe its just early. maybe youâve made too much out of this, have a knack for melodrama.
but the way satoru is drawing circles on the skin of your arm, half of his body crushing you as he leans against it, makes you feel like maybe it is something.
âiâm sleeping,â you tell him, softly, even though youâre not.
âare you?â
âuh-huh.â
âso, i guess i should say a bunch of sweet things. since you canât hear me.â
âguess so.â
you can feel him laughing against you, but you donât open your eyes. âyouâre very pretty when you sleep,â he tells you, a finger brushing against your forehead. âalways scowling.â
you frown.
âsee? so cute.â
âshh, satoru.â
âand you always smell nice. like.. candy, or something,â he smushes his nose against you, breathing in enough to tickle.
âthatâs because you get your spit all over me.â
âhave to mark my territory, baby.â
you snort, and squirm away from him.
satoru is grinning. you can feel his teeth. âand you make such interesting noises when youâre asleep, too.â
âhmm.â
âbut what i really like,â he whispers, fingers trailing from your nose, down to your chin. âis when you wake up.â
satoru pauses, and you both sit there in the silenceâitâs been a while since youâve woken up like this.
maybe he can feel it tooâthat shift. some mornings are just different than others. some mornings you feel like you might cease to exist if heâs not right there next to you.
ââcause then i get to hear your voice, see those pretty eyes. and i can stop saying all of this stuff because you already knowâŠâ
you hear the unspoken look at me in his voice, but you donât.
satoru nips at your neck. âand when you wake up i can finally smell your gross breathââ
finally you turn over, pushing him away with a blind hand. âif youâre going to be a jerk, iâm going back to bed.â
he leans over you and kisses your cheek. âwhoâs the jerk?â
ânope. you ruined it. wake me up again in an hour.â
âcâmon, baby, you know i love your morning breath.â
you shake your head, almost falling off of the bed with the effort it takes to move away from his advances.
âaw, did i hurt your feelings?â
âas if,â you mutter, and ignore the easy way he pulls you back, moving you so he can see every flutter of your eyelashes once again.
âitâs okay,â he tells you, teasing. âiâve got more to say so you keep sleeping.â
you almost peek an eye open, but refrain.
âi like it when you finally wake up because then i know that youâre actually here,â his voice grows soft, maybe a bit reluctant. âi used to think about this back in school.â
âyou did?â
âi used to think about everything. waking up with you, going on missions, sitting in class, sparring. youâve always been a constant distraction.â
youre still, maybe because you donât want him to stop.
âyou should ask shoko. she got tired of hearing about it, like, two months in.â
âyou should get her flowers. as an apology.â
âi should, shouldnât i? we can get you some too,â satoru leans back down, kissing right by your ear, smiling into your skin. âsince i hurt your feelings and all.â
âmm-hmm.â
he breathes you in again. âi donât think youâre real, really. i probably made this up. you know what yaga says about overactive imaginations.â
you lean into him, sighing. âiâm real.â
âare you sure?â satoru asks.
you open your eyes and heâs already looking back, smiling. so you smile too. âiâm sure. iâm right here, and so are you.â
âhey,â his eyes are wide and soft, his voice lithe and almost uncontrollable. âthere are those eyes.â
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Lessons of Love
Summary: So, Nerd!Natasha and Fem!R, their first date and everything fluffy. I just have a lot of thoughts about them and maybe this will be a series (and it will eventually contain G!P Natasha so if that's not your thing, you've been warned). Nerd!Natasha x Fem!Rogers Reader
Donât count the days, make the days count.
Natashaâs father had told her that as if it was ancient wisdom and not a fortune cookie message.
It was also easier to say it when you didnât have to attend high school. There were days when she couldnât cope with it, like when the football team was agitated before a match, or there was some drama around the most popular people in school.
Those times were a stark reminder that Natasha had no one to talk to, a confidant to mock the jocks or a friend to share the gossip with.
Genius comes with a cost.
That one was her momâs way of comforting Natasha.
She was the smartest person in school, miles above her peers. What she didnât have in social intelligence, she more than made up with a sharp, quick and brilliant mind.
But as she entered the chem lab, and took a seat at the last table where she was always alone, Natasha wished that things could be different.
If only for a day.
âMorning, everyoneâ professor Fury greeted as people went to their seats. âYou might have heard about an explosion during classâ the few giggles that were heard were quickly silenced by Furyâs glare. âSo, to keep this from happening again, weâll switch the teams for the rest of the semesterâ
Natashaâs heart raced. What if people could choose and then sheâd end up front of the class, everyone staring because no one picked her?
âSo, alphabeticallyâ Fury read the list, Natasha going over the name that was before hersâŠ
Rogers.
She looked at you, sitting next to Wanda on one of the first tables. You waved at the twins when their names were called, laughing at Wandaâs annoyed stare. Being paired with her brother meant sheâd do most of the work while he fooled around.
âRogers and Romanoffâ
Natasha saw you gathering your things and looking around. When you found her, a smile broke out and you walked to join her in the back of the room.
How does one greet the most popular girl in school? Head of cheerleaders, little sister of legendary quarterback Steve Rogers, not to mention the most beautiful girl in all of Shield High.
Not that Natasha was paying attention.
âHey, Nattyâ you greeted, sitting next to her and looking around. âWow, you can really see everything from hereâ
âI-I guessâ
Natasha wanted to crawl under the table and hide. What was she supposed to talk about?
âGuess itâs my lucky dayâ you said, unable to deal with the silence. Natasha had a hard time understanding if you were being sarcastic. âI mean, youâre the capitan of the Science Club. So, that makes you the best partner anyone could hope for in Chemistryâ
Natasha didnât have time to answer, as Fury finally started with the lesson. Once he gave you all the instructions and wrote some exercises on the board, everyone went silent. Of course, Natasha was done in half the time.
âShow offâ you teased and felt your heart beating faster when Natasha actually laughed.
âWant help?â she offered and you went over your notes, nodding.
âI think I got most of them except⊠this one?â you pointed with your pencil. Natasha leaned, reading again and pulling her chair closer to yours.
âYou see, when you choose a coefficient, try to select one as low as possibleâ
âAnd that would affect all of the atoms in the moleculeâ you said and Natasha nodded. âOk, I think I got itâ
But the redhead kept staring as you began to write again, and you poked her side.
âStop it, Romanoffâ
You went back to work, missing the way Natasha blushed at the physical contact.
âGood. Now, I want you to get to know each other even better, so youâll do a project for next class. Do not sass me, youthsâ Fury raised his voice as everyone began to protest.
âWeâve known each other our whole lives, can we skip this one?â Pietro said while pointing to his sister, and everyone laughed.
âNoâ Fury said, turning to write on the board again. âDo some research on why itâs important to balance chemical equations and what other parts of chemistry rely on this skill. Bonus points for concrete examples where it helped advance important research on other fieldsâ
He dismissed the class, and everyone began to pack their bags to move to the next session.
âSo⊠uh⊠how do you wanna do this? Wanna meet somewhere?â Natasha said, unfamiliar with team projects. Teachers would let her work alone, because pairing her with someone meant sheâd do all the work and split the credit.
âYeah, not my place though. The boys have their weekly pool game after football practice and they can get so loudâ you rolled your eyes, walking out of the classroom next to the girl.
Natashaâs stomach turned at the idea of being anywhere near the school jocks.
âSo, the school library?â you offered, giving her a way out in case her house was off limits.
âI think my mom has more books about it than the libraryâ
Damn it, where did that come from? She couldnât handle a class with you and now she was suggesting her place? Where would you even work? And Melina would make some embarrassing remark, or Alexei would ask a million questions and say something sillyâŠ
âYeah, cool. Iâll stop by after cheerleading practiceâ
âLet me give you the addressâ
âNatty, I know where you liveâ you chuckled, surprised that she seemed surprised. âRemember your birthday party? I was thereâ
âThat was like seven years agoâ
âYeah, so? I rememberâ you smiled. âGotta run, see you laterâ
Natasha stared as you walked to History class. You turned around one last time, smiling shyly and waving at her.
Natasha waved back, her cheeks turning red at being caught staring.
Crap, she wasnât going to survive this assignment.
â
You went up the steps, fixing your hair before ringing the doorbell.
God, how were you going to manage this afternoon with Natasha? You were barely able to keep it together during class.
You were still torn on how to manage your fight or flight response when the door opened.
âY/N!â Natashaâs sister practically shouted your name.
âHey, Yelena. Iâm here toâŠâ
âYou know my nameâ the girl said.
âWell, yeah, youâre Natâs sisterâ
Speak of the devil.
âYelena!â Natasha went down the stairs in record time.
âWhat?â Yelena said, talking back as soon as Natasha switched to Russian. They went back and forth for a while, and you stood outside, wondering if youâd ever manage to get in.
âSorry about thatâ Nat finally turned to you, Yelena leaving the room in a rush.
âNo worries. I couldnât understand you. Literallyâ
âMy roomâs this wayâ Natasha said, scratching the back of her neck.
A second later, she regretted letting you go up the stairs first. Your skirt moved with each step you took, toned legs in full display. Natasha had to pray she wouldnât trip on the way up.
âWhich door?â you turned to look at her, her ears red. You bit your lip, trying not to think how adorable she looked all flustered.
âThe one on the rightâ she pointed and you nodded, waiting for her to tell you it was ok to open it.
âWowâ you said, looking around at the shelves full of books and scale models of different machines.
âYou can take the chair if you wantâ Natasha offered her desk, and you were so busy reading the titles of the books you almost didnât hear her.
âOh, thatâs ok. I can sit on the bedâ you said, placing your backpack in the corner. You pulled out your laptop and opened a new tab. âI was thinking we can get all the info we need, and then decide how to organize it. Iâll write a draft and you can review itâ
It was Natashaâs turn to be distracted, appreciating the way you leaned against her headboard, stretching your arms above your head.
âI-I got some books from my momâs study. Let me find the right oneâŠâ she sat on the floor and you laid on your stomach, your heads at the same height as you looked over her shoulder.
Natasha began reading and taking notes, while you reviewed some articles on your laptop.
âReadyâ
âOkâ you said, changing to sit next to her on the floor. Natasha felt your shoulder against her arm, and your sweet parfume invaded her senses.
You always smelled good. And looked so pretty. It was hard to focus but she managed just enough to dictate some of the things sheâd found useful.
âYou donât have to write this down, but let me know if you think any of it is interesting for the paperâ she said, and you really wanted to pay attention, but your eyes kept drifting to her lips. âY/N?â
âHuh?â
âSorry, Iâm boring youâ Natasha said, closing the book and looking dejected. She was about to put it away when you reached for her hand, sitting up.
âNow hold on. You werenât boring meâ
âItâs okâ
âNat, look at meâ you asked. The redhead seemed to forget you had moved closer when you reached for her hand, and when she turned to look at you, you were inches apart.
âIâŠâ
Was she looking at your lips? Were you leaning forward? Did she want this?
You didnât have time to find out, as the door to Natashaâs room opened and you jumped back.
âOh! Yelena was telling the truthâ
âHi, Mrs. Romanoffâ you greeted, hoping she didnât notice your cheeks turning pink.
âY/N, itâs so good to see you. Why are you sitting on the floor? Natalia, where are your manners?â
âMomâ
âNo, thatâs ok. I prefer the floor. Your hydrengias are looking spectacular, by the wayâ you tried to change the subject.
âThanks to you! You were right about the change of place. Oh, I should have sent you a plate of cookies, you helped me with it and I didnât even thank youâ
âThatâs ok, Mrs. Romanoffâ
âWell if you want to stay for dinner, youâre more than welcomedâ Melina turned to her daughter, with a more serious demeanor. âAnd you, remember to put those books right where they belong. I have a very particular systemâ
âYes, MaâamâÂ
âSoâŠâ
âIâŠâ
You both spoke at the same time.Â
âSorryâ you tried to breathe, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou were saying?â
âI didnât know you spoke to my mom about flowers?â
âOh, thatâ you blushed and Natasha bit her lip, drinking in every word you said. âYeah, Mom and I ran into her at the farmerâs market. They were talking about plants and we gave her some tips. Thatâs how we spend quality time, working on the gardenâ
Natasha nodded, but you still stared at her.
âCan I ask you something?â you said, looking at her lips. Natasha swallowed and nodded. âI⊠uh⊠why was Yelena acting weird when she saw me?â
Thatâs not what you meant to ask, but you had lost your courage.
âOhâŠâ the redhead looked disappointed. Or were you imagining things? âSheâs obsessed with joining the cheerleading squad, and you being the PresidentâŠâ
âIâm not, anymoreâ you blurted out, surprising even yourself. âI mean, Iâm still on the team⊠but I thought Pepper would do a better jobâÂ
âBut they won the Nationals last year because of youâ Natasha protested, and you were taken aback by her sudden rage. âThereâs no one better than youâ
âThatâs really sweet, Natâ you placed your hand on hers. âBut itâs for the best. Trust me. Iâll have more time to focus on the school paper or⊠I donât know, dating?â
âI guess you could do thatâŠâ Natasha said, looking at your hands. For the second time in the day, your eyes found hers and then traveled to those beautiful lips.
âY/N!âÂ
Bucky shouted from the door. Damn it.
âMy rideâs hereâ you said, disappointed. Natasha nodded, standing up and offering her hand to help you up. You took it, surprised at her strength.Â
A gasp left your lips when you were face to face, inches away from her lips. All you had to do was step forward and stand on your toesâŠ
âY/N/Nâ Bucky insisted and you had to control the urge to tell him to go to hell.
âSorry. I have enough notes to write something. Can I text you once itâs done?â
âSure, let me give you my numberâ
âI already have itâŠâ you blurted out, trying to hide your face.
âHow?â
Now, this time you were grateful for Buckyâs insistence.Â
âComing, Buck! See you later?âÂ
âYeah. Iâll walk you outâÂ
You nodded, allowing Natasha to lead you to the front door. Her father, coach Romanoff, was chatting with Bucky at the door.
âGood practice todayâ Alexei said and Bucky nodded.
âThanks, coachâ he then turned to you, offering his hand to get your bag. âReady to go, doll?â
âYeah. Thanks for having me, Nat. Say bye to your mom and Yelena for me?âÂ
âSureâ
An uncomfortable feeling took over Natasha as you walked next to Bucky, watching him take your bag and carry it for you. You laughed at something he said while he opened the car door for you and then drove away.
âThey make a cute couple, donât they?â Alexei said, but Natasha shrugged her shoulders and went back to her room, almost knocking Melina over on the way up the stairs. âDid I say something wrong?â
â
Natasha felt weird doing it, but she couldnât help herself.Â
She only opened an Instagram account to watch cool science videos. But she knew your username because Yelena followed you and now, she was acting like a creep, looking at your profile.
In search of what? She wasnât sure. Maybe proof that you were dating Barnes.
âHeyâ Yelena walked into her room and Natasha dropped her phone. âEw, were you watching porn?â
âWhat? No! What do you want?â Natasha said, the blush in her cheeks only making her seem guilty.
âWell, just wanted to ask you if Y/N mentioned anything about this yearâs tryouts?â
âNo, we didnât really talk about⊠thatâ
Natasha didnât mention the conversation you had about stepping down as president. She had a feeling that was private.
âOk, go back to watching pornâ Yelena said, closing the door before Natasha could throw a pillow her way.
Then, her phone pinged and Natasha looked at it as if it was a cursed object.Â
Unknown number: Hey, Nat. I have a draft ready. Lmk if I can send it to you
Natasha: Hi. Sure thing, Iâm not doing anything
Damn it, way to be a loser, Natasha.Â
She didnât even wait a few minutes to reply.
Y/N: Ok, should be on your email now.
Natasha: Thnx, reading now.
Y/N: Gotta get ready for dinner. It was nice seeing you today.
Y/N: Outside of school, I mean.
Y/N: So⊠yeah. Anyway. Iâm being weird, haha. Talk soon.Â
Y/N: XO
Natashaâs heartbeat sped up with every new text. She caught herself reading them over and over again.
She didnât have time to worry about what to reply, because her mother came knocking.
âDinnerâs ready. You can take your time⊠Yelena told me you were busy.â
âOh, my GOD!â Natasha jumped out of bed, opening the door. âI am not⊠watching porn!â
âShe said you were stalking Y/Nâs instagramâ Melina said, turning to find her youngest daughter holding a laugh.
âŃŃĐșĐ°â Natasha screamed, running after her.
âPapa, help!â Yelena screeched, going down the stairs.Â
âLanguage! And no running inside the house!âÂ
Melina sighed. With the way Natasha was looking at you today, she had a feeling that parenting was going to be even more complicated now.
--
Throughout the week, you never left Natashaâs mind. It was a strange feeling. Sheâd never dwelled on social interactions that much, thinking it wasnât worth her time.Â
But still, when Friday came, she was excited because you shared English class as well.Â
And there you were, leaning against the door, speaking to Barnes. Again. Natasha sighed, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in her stomach at the way you laughed with him, smacking his arm playfully.
As usual, the redhead kept her head down and went to the last table of the classroom, where she could be left alone. Only, you walked straight to her as soon as Professor Harkness started the lesson.
âHeyâ you greeted, sitting next to Natasha.Â
âH-hiâ
âSorry, do you want me to find another place to sit?â you said, looking around the room.Â
âNo!â Natasha practically shouted, making you flinch. âIâm sorry. No, you can sit hereâ
You nodded, occupying the chair next to hers. It was going to be a slow day, as Ms. Harkness set up the projector to show a documentary about Patricia Highsmith.Â
âYou have to write a report about this so pay attentionâ the professor said, taking a seat to start the film.
While the documentary played, your mind kept drifting back to Natasha, sitting a few inches away from you. Truth be told, you had always found her to be beautiful, intriguing⊠but after spending an afternoon with her, those moments when you touched hands or locked eyes, kept replaying in your head.Â
Instead of taking notes, you decided to execute a plan that was saved for the next Chemistry lesson. Drawing on a sheet of paper, you created a game of hangman, double checking the number of letters for each of the three words.Â
Without looking at Natasha, you pushed the sheet her way. She looked at it for a second too long, and then at you. You were beginning to regret the whole thing, and then she underlined the letter T. You smiled, writing on the designated place.
Natasha took her time analyzing the sheet, but by the time the lesson was over, she had guessed some of the letters.
_o_i_Â Â Â o_Â Â _ _ tur _ _ y ?
The bell rang, and as the lights were turned back on, you looked at her, smiling nervously.Â
âSo⊠want me to tell you what it says? Or, you can take the sheet and text me if you figure it out?âÂ
God, you sounded so desperate. No wonder Natasha looked at you as if you had grown a second head.Â
âIâll take itâ she smiled, placing it between her notebook and walking out.
âActually, NatâŠâ you went after her. Why not just ask straight away and see what happened?
âYes?â she said, turning to look at you. Truth be told, she was anxious to get out. Your proximity had distracted her during the entire class. And it only got worse when you slid that sheet her way, and she saw the way you were biting your lip nervously.
She had to force herself to look away from your lips.Â
âI was thinking, if youâre not too busyâŠâ
âGo on a date with meâ
You were both taken aback by the interruption. The words were stolen right out of your mouth by a junior student, Peter Parker. He was staring at Natasha excitedly.Â
âNever mindâ you grumbled, rolling your eyes and walking away.Â
Natasha flashed an angry glare at Peter, but you were walking down the hallway at record speed.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Natasha said. Peter was a year younger, but knew the redhead from science club.Â
âSorry, itâs just that I⊠those were the words that came out of my mouth to ask MJ out. MJ! And she said yes!â
âYeah, start with that next timeâÂ
Natasha spotted you across the hall, talking to Thor. Of course.Â
âI have to goâ Natasha pushed the boy aside.
She was so distracted, she never noticed where she was going until she opened the door to the computer room, where Barnes was making out with another senior, Sharon Carter.Â
âKnock, damn itâ Barnes said, but Sharon smacked his arm, looking stern.
âDonât be a dick, Jamesâ
Natasha wanted to call Barnes a lot more than a dick, because who on their right mind would cheat on you? She stared at him a second longer, too angry to even speak, and then turned around, shutting the door behind her.Â
You deserved so much better than Barnes.Â
â
Y/N: Were you able to figure it out?
Natasha kept staring at her phone. She hadnât replied to your message since yesterday and the longer she waited, the worse she felt.
Should she tell you about Barnes? Would you believe her? Or would you call her the worst name in the book and refuse to be in the same class as her?Â
The girl was pacing around in her room, but of course Yelena chose that moment to play her music at full volume. Natasha let out an exasperated sigh, going to her sisterâs room.
âTurn it down!â she yelled from outside, knocking several times to get Yelenaâs attention. âYelena? Your music is too damnâŠâ let the record show she had tried to knock. Natasha walked into Yelenaâs room without permission, ready to get into a screaming match with her sister. What she didnât expect was to see you sitting on her bed, while Yelena showed you different things on her closet.
âI told you it was very loud, Yelâ you said, smiling at the girl and then at Natasha, who took a step forward to shut the music down. âHey, sorry about the noiseâ
âI donât recall giving you permission to come in, sestraâ Yelena said, examining a t-shirt and her favorite vest. She turned to you. âWhat about this?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs better. And hair braided, donât forget that. Pepper and all the other girls love braids. I think the ones Natasha wears sometimes are really⊠uh, prettyâ
You didnât mean to sound like a creep, but of course you had noticed Natashaâs fiery hair braided from time to time.Â
âSo, since youâre standing there and made me turn off my musicâ Yelena turned to her sister, showing the outfit. âWhat do you think? Tryouts are on Monday and Y/N is helping me pick an outfitâ
âThat oneâs niceâ Natasha nodded, trying to avoid your stare. She thought she had today and tomorrow to figure out what to do over Barnes. But what if you came to talk to her and she just blurted the whole thing out?
So, she excused herself and thought it would be better to hide in her room. Peace didnât last long, though.
âKnock!â Natasha grumbled when her sister got in.Â
âHey, you didnât knock either just now. I wanted to ask if you got the tickets for the movieâ
âYes, of course I didâ
âGood. I canât go with you, so you should take Y/Nâ
âWait, what?â Natasha hissed, trying to not lose it at Yelenaâs ridiculous antics. âYou canât just cancel like that and she probably doesnât even want toâŠâ
âAsk herâÂ
âWhat?â
âAsk her. Or if youâre too afraid, I can do it for you. But honestly, Natalia. Just do it. Youâre both driving me crazyâ
Natasha didnât know what Yelena meant by that, so she just rolled her eyes and sighed.
âIâll ask her, I donât want it to seem like my little sister has to arrange my outingsâ
âFine. Iâm getting some water, you should do it now. Donât pass outâ Yelena winked, knowing her sister could barely handle social interactions.
 Natasha felt her heartbeat strong in her chest, but didnât wait too long before going back to Yelenaâs room. She knew her sister meant it and would absolutely ask you out on Natâs behalf.
âHey, Y/Nâ she walked into the room, door ajar.
âHey. Whatâs up? Want to try on outfits with us?â you joked. In spite of her nerves, Natasha smiled.
âI wanted to ask if you wanna go to the moviesâ
âReally?â you smiled. âWhat time?â
âIt starts in an hour so⊠we can leave in thirty minutes if it works for youâ
âYeah. Awesomeâ
You didnât think about asking which movie or anything else really. The fact Natasha had asked you was all you cared about. The redhead left the room once her sister came back, trying to hide her anxiety. Yelena gave her a knowing look, and kept chatting with you but wasnât surprised to find you smiling out of nowhere, distracted and constantly checking your watch.
Once it was time to go, Natasha waited downstairs to drive you both to the movies. The ride there was quiet at first, until you reached out for the radio.
âVery coolâ you praised when OK Go came on. âTheir best music video is for I wonât let you downâ
âWhat? No way! This too shall pass. That Rube Goldberg machine was insaneâ
âBut what about all the extras and the umbrellas? Imagine the coordination it took. I tried to talk the girls into doing it for Nationals but they said I was insaneâ
Natasha laughed at that, humming along to the song, feeling more relaxed. You also smiled, and enjoyed watching her drive. She looked hot as she held the wheel.Â
As you were arriving to the theater, you mentioned Barnes and how he always forgot to get the tickets and once again, Natashaâs anxiety came back.Â
She was quiet as she parked and you both exited the car.Â
âWait. Iâm sorry. I canât do thisâÂ
âDo what? Whatâs wrong?â you looked at her, searching her eyes.Â
âPlease donât hate meâ she pleaded.
âNatty, I could neverâ you shook your head, the term of endearment almost leaving Nat out of breath.Â
âI saw⊠Barnes and Sharon Carter kissing in the computer room. Iâm sorryâ
âEw. Yeah, they tend to do that anywhere they can. Iâm the one whoâs sorry you had to see itâ you laughed, but the sound died down when Natasha looked at you as if you had grown a second head.
âArenât you dating Barnes?â she said, trying to understand everything.
âWhat? Gross. Heâs like my other brother. Slightly less annoying than Steve, thatâs for sureâÂ
âYouâre serious?â Natasha said, feeling as if a giant weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
âIâm very serious and very much single⊠waiting for a pretty girl to come sweep me off my feetâ you said, smiling as Natasha blushed. You took her hand, going inside the theater. âCome on, the movie is starting soonâ
You waited in line for the candy store, her hand still in yours. Once it was time to get your stuff, you stood behind her, looking over her shoulder by standing on your toes. Natasha blushed at the contact, your chin resting against her shoulder while you asked the clerk for some chocolate.
âLet meâ Natasha said, paying before you could give the man money.Â
âChivalry isnât deadâ you said, enjoying how much she was blushing. You smiled, helping her with the soda and finally going inside the room.Â
âSo, what are we watching?â
âItâs this new zombie movie, like found footageâ
âOh, coolâ you muttered, feeling the palms of your hands get sweaty.Â
âSorry, I didnât even ask if you were ok with thatâ
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm just a bit of a chickenâ you laughed, settling in your seat. You hoped Natasha didnât think you were lame and as the movie started, you really did try to be brave. And then a zombie came jumping through a window and you hid your face behind your hands.Â
âHey, itâs okâ Natasha took your hand. âWe can leave if you want toâÂ
âNo, Iâm fineâ you said, forgetting about the movie as soon as her hand let go of yours, arm going around your shoulders to comfort you.Â
No way were you leaving now.
You leaned against her chest, hiding when something scary was about to happen. Natasha held you close, her hand going up and down your back in a soothing manner.Â
Who knew all it took was some scary zombies to get close to herâŠ
The movie didnât last as long as youâd have liked, but still, you were happy when she kept holding on to your hand as you left the cinema.
âThat was funâ you commented and Natasha let out a laugh. âWhat?â
âYou were hiding half the movieâ
âMaybe I liked that part the mostâ you challenged, pleased when she blushed again. âBut next time, weâre watching a rom com or a sci-fi movie.â
âIâd like thatâ Natasha said and you were looking at her lips when your phone rang. âWant a ride home?â
âI couldnât possibly ask you toâ
âItâs not a problem. Come onâ she walked next to you, opening the car door.Â
âWhat else do you listen to?â you played with the radio, going from A-Punk, to Keane and Travis. âReally good tasteâ
âWhat about you?â
âAnything really. I have like 45 playlists that are completely random. I could send you one if youâd likeâÂ
âYeah, Iâd like thatâ Natasha nodded. You smiled, enjoying the view (and by view you meant Natasha, her fingers tapping against the wheel) for the rest of the ride.Â
Once you got home, she opened the car door for you again. You didnât move from your spot next to her, enjoying the proximity.
âNat?â
âYes?â
âI like youâ you said without a warning, and it was hard to tell who was more embarrassed, you or Nat. âIâm sorry for being so forward but I think I needed you to know. Iâm thinking about kissing you and holding your hand andâŠâ
For the first time in her life, Natasha did something without thinking. She pulled you by the waist, connecting her lips to yours. You groaned in surprise, but sighed against her mouth a second later. Your hands went up her neck, to keep her close to you as you moved your lips against hers.
âSorry, I couldnât help myselfâ
âNever apologize for doing thatâ you smiled, leaning your forehead against her shoulder. Natasha smiled, kissing your temple. âAre you good to drive?â
âYeahâ she nodded.
âOk. I donât want you to do it if youâre distracted or something. It could be dangerous, you know?â you rambled and Natasha saw genuine concern behind your words.
âIâll text you when Iâm home, how about that?â
âYes, pleaseâ you sighed with relief. âBe careful. And thank you for todayâ without being able to help yourself, you stood on your toes and pecked her lips one more time.
Natasha got in the car, smiling as she drove back home. True to her promise, she texted you as soon as she arrived.Â
She was expecting Yelena to greet her with a million questions, but the girl was back in her room, still listening to music.
Going back to her own room, she found the game of hangman you had done for her, now complete with Yelenaâs handwriting.
Natasha was really clueless.
Movie on Saturday?
This whole time, you were asking her out. Natasha took a picture of the paper and sent it to her sister.
Nat: You went through my stuff.
Sestra: Ur welcome.
Natasha would never hear the end of it. Her phone pinged again.
Y/N: Glad youâre home safe.Â
Y/N: Still thinking about that kiss.
Y/N: So⊠yeah. Whenâs our second date?
Coming to think of it, she was happy to pay that price.Â
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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mention of harm words -> 1.3k
abstract -> healing takes time...
y/nâs perspective
âHis memories are still all over the place, it could be a trauma response that his brain has blocked him out from,â Doyoung said and I knew at this point this was true.Â
âWeâll have checkups every few months but amnesia isnât always a happy ending,â he said and I nodded as I was led out to the waiting room.
âYou really tied your own hands up when you adopted troublesome hybrids' ' I heard and I turned around to see Chenle. I smiled⊠âI donât regret getting them, I love them a lot. They also make me happy. '' I said and he chuckled. âI guess that's all that matters' ' he said and I nodded.Â
âI remember how upset you were⊠with the whole break up,â he said and I sighed.Â
âDoesnât matter anymore⊠it's almost been a year anywayâ I said and he chuckled. âYouâve been busy even after starting a book after so long. I heard he got a hybrid, too though? Something about his family taking in the mother of his familyâs hybrid?â he said. He didnât even like hybridsâŠ
âHere she isâ I heard and I saw Jaemin with San. âTake care of yourself,â Chenle said and I nodded as I took San. âHow was it?â I asked and he looped his arm with mine as we walked down the street.Â
âFind⊠all the memories I don't remember⊠is it better if I stop wanting to remember them?â he asked while looking down.Â
âWhy donât we find somewhere to eat huh?â
sanâs perspective
She took me to a cafe I think I heard Wooyoung talk about. It seemed familiar. She ordered us some food and he stared at me for a while before she decided to speak.Â
âYou know⊠you always wanted to come here?â she asked and I was shocked. âReally? Why⊠did I never come?â I asked and she gave me that sad smile sheâs been giving me recently. âLook at the door,â she said and I did⊠What was so special?Â
âIt has a bell,â she said and I looked at her confused. âYou used to not be able to stand the sound of bells⊠it caused a negative triggerâ she explained. âI know you said I was in a hybrid ring where they made hybrids kill each other⊠Was I a bad guy?â I asked worriedly and she smiled.Â
âNo⊠youâre the sweetest hybrid I could ask for '' she said and I was relieved that she said so but something that didnât stop haunting me suddenly resurfaced. âThen why did I hurt you?â I asked and she sighed.
âBecause you hate humans and what they did to you. You thought I'd be the sameâ she explained, but I shook my head. âI feel comfortable with you though⊠I love being around you, why would I everâŠâ I trailed off feeling my vision start to blur.Â
âHereâs your foodâ I heard as the waiter put our food in front of us. An iced tea and chocolate pancakes⊠âYou really liked chocolate I found out⊠but if you donât like it I'llââ âThank you⊠you seem to know so much about meâ I said and she smiled.Â
âI like to think I do,â she said with a soft smile and I nodded. âIâm just sad⊠I donât remember much about you. I just know how I feelâ I confessed and she nodded. âWell, who says you canât ask me again?â she asked and I couldnât help but smile.Â
âYouâre so patient⊠thank you,â I said and she nodded. âAlwaysâ
I know all of the hybrids back home hate humans. Wooyoung was abandoned and called annoying or anything similar all his life besides when with her. Heâs known her the longest and weâve been friends since we met. Yeosang absolutely hates the higher class⊠but is insanely involved with her. I know the tigers were abused all their lives to perform dangerous stunts.Â
Not all humans were the same⊠she was really kind. I know I could trust her with anything and have never felt unsafe since returning with her.Â
I also know I made her my mate⊠I was her first hybrid. I belonged by her side.Â
As we made it to the apartment I decided to askâŠÂ
âSo should I just stop trying to remember everything?â I asked and she sighed. âOne time you told me⊠you wish to forget everything that used to make you sad or angry. So⊠itâs your choice and whatever choice you choose I'll still be hereâ she said and I nodded.Â
ây/nie! Sannie!â I heard Wooyoung as he talked to me in a hug. âEverything is okay Wooyoung. I brought some foodâ she said. She mentioned that if she was getting food for me sheâd have to get it for everyone⊠She truly cared for everyone.Â
I know I hurt her⊠but that didnât make her scared of me. Iâve seen how her friends look at me and the orange tigers⊠but she always seems to reassure me.Â
While Wooyoung called for everyone, I decided to pull aside the tiger⊠âCan we talk?â I asked and his eyes shook but nodded. He avoided me more than everyone else. Even the white tiger made an effort to befriend me.
âAre you alright?â he asked and I nodded. âI donât remember much but I feel annoyed by youâŠâ I said and he nodded, not surprised. âCan⊠we get along?â I asked and his eyes widened with his tail suddenly twitching, catching him by surprise.
âWhy all of a sudden?â he asked and I sighed. âShe⊠she seemed to forgive me for hurting her and I know she also forgave you. I wanted to try following her exampleâ I said and he sighed. âYou donât have to forgive me. What I didââ âWas just as bad as me apparently⊠I donât remember much but I do remember hurting her. We both were wrong about her huh?â I asked and he nodded.Â
âI will never forgive myself for what I did,â he said and I chuckled. âNeither will I,â I confessed.Â
âCan you make me a promise?â I asked and he nodded eagerly. âI know you try your best to protect so please⊠When I'm not by her side and I'm often not, I don't like leaving the apartment. Please continue to protect herâ I asked and he smiled.
âYou didnât have to ask that,â he said and I smiled. âThank you, hyung!â
y/nâs perspectiveÂ
The panther was more cuddly than usual. He was already asleep, hugging me in his sleep when I heard a knock.Â
âCome in,â I said and I saw Hongjoong. âNeed anything?â I asked and he laughed. âI donât think you can offer anything while trapped by San,â he said and I noticed slowly he started calling everyone by their name. Not panther⊠nor doberman⊠nor fox. San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung heâs been calling them.
âHe seems to be getting better,â Hongjoong said and I nodded. âIâm glad he is⊠heâs more energetic too,â I said and he chuckled.
âHe forgave me,â he said and I felt my eyes widen and even a smile grow on my face. âI know⊠heâs okay,â he said, letting out a small laugh. âYou and Seonghwa are getting along with everyone⊠Iâm gladâ I said and he nodded.Â
âThank you⊠truly for adopting s even though Iâm troubleâ he said and I offered a smile. âIâm glad⊠I enjoy the chaosâ I said and he smiled. His tail swished back and forth happily.Â
âI did have a request though,â he said. âAnything,â I said and he chuckled.Â
âWell⊠now that Wooyoung is in the process of moving into Sanâs room⊠could I possibly get my own room?â
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đČđđđđ: angst
đźđđđđđđ: in which Katsuki sees you get rid of a scrap book you planned to give him after he broke up with you
The breakup was⊠rough to say the least. You supposed it could have been described as a perfect mirror image to your relationship to begin with; the crushing pain of Katsuki being Katsuki.
Katsuki cracked his knuckles loudly from outside of the Heights Alliance building as he waited in the cold for you. Everyone was out doing something with the group, and Katsuki could not have been more quietly grateful. Even though he was going to rip your beating heart straight out of your body, he wanted you to maintain the dignity and pride that he had originally fallen in love with.
It wasnât like Katsuki had woke up that morning and decided that he was going to break up with you; months of inner self-depreciation crept into his thoughts day by day, alongside the crippling realisation of his ex-victimâs strength and progress. The weight of his existence was slowly crashing around him, and he needed all of his attention for his strength.
Unfortunately, that meant cutting away dead weight.
Your happy humming could be heard as you wandered your way to your boyfriend. Your face lightened at the sight of him, before your smile drops at his scowl.
âHi, Suki! Is everything alright?â You asked him worriedly, head tilted to the side. Katsukiâs scowl deepened, causing you to reach out to him.
âSuki please, youâre starting to worry me,â your voice rang through his ears as his hand locked around your wrist before it could reach his fluffy locks. There was a long pause as you retracted your hand, staring wildly at your boyfriendâs face.
âDonât fucking touch me,â he sneered. If he was going to break your heart, he had to rip it out and shove it in the blender. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took your hand back.
âKatsuki, I-,â you were interrupted by Katsuki.
âDonât fucking call me that either,â he grunted, shoving his hand in his pocket. Tears threatened to prick at your eyes.
âIâm breaking this thing up. Itâs not worth my time at all. Iâm training to be the number one hero, so I have no time to waste on other useless shit,â his gaze steeled, no ounce of insincerity to be detected. His words cut deep like a sword, your knees feeling weak as tears cling to your lashes.
âY-you donât mean that,â you sniffed. Katsuki let out a gruff laugh.
âDonât I? Look, I guess it was fun when it started, but my priorities havenât changed. You were just a distraction, something I could put my mind to. Iâm not wasting any more time on you, so just leave me alone. I donât care what you do, or who you get with. Just donât fucking talk to me anymore, got it?â
His strength was impressive, you thought. How he could say such horrible things to you without buckling or feeling barbed wire dig into his throat. You could only stare at him with tears in your eyes, before shakily nodding. You turned at your heels and unsteadily walked off, before delving into a run back to the dorms.
Katsuki waited until you left. And he waited. And he waited. Until your sobs could no longer be heard. His body shook, before hushed hiccups and cries left his lips. His exhausted body slumped against the wall, shaky hands knuckling at his wet eyes. Well, his dirty deed was done.
Life afterwards was rough for you. After being together for 10 months, your daily routine stung in ways you didnât know was possible. You found yourself stopping during tasks you had grown unconscious to; you had to stop texting him during the day. Even just the silly thoughts in your head couldnât be translated in a text to him.
You could only make protein shakes for one now. Laundry loads grew lighter, snack trips became quicker and physical touch with others withdrew exponentially. For the next month, you rotted in your dorm. You ate when Mina would bring you food, her hugging you tightly and angrily grumbling about how much of a dick her friend was.
You managed to stumble to class when you didnât oversleep the day away. Insomnia plagued you like the Black Death, tossing and turning as you tearfully mourned the relationship you lost. You arrived to class way later than your ex would, avoiding all eye contact even though you were deskmates. (You soon requested a seat change).
Aizawa had had enough when you stumbled late to his lesson for the 5th time, demanding you stay back after class. You gulped and felt your cheeks heat up, embarrassed that your teacher called you out.
The bell for the end of class sounded, bringing you out of your daze.
â(L/N), stay behind please,â came the tired drone of Mr Aizawa. Mina offered you a smile and a rub on the back as she walked off with Kirishima, throwing you a sympathetic look when she left.
Mr Aizawa cleared his throat as he signalled for you to take a seat in front of his desk. He continued marking some papers as his onyx eyes slightly looked at you.
âYour grades are slipping. Youâre arriving late to class. Youâre avoiding⊠certain classmates. If youâre struggling, Iâd recommend telling me now and continuing the course. If not, pack your bags and take your grievances elsewhere. Weâre training heroes, so you need to be exemplary,â he said bluntly, eyes flickering back to his paper.
You sniffled a little, rubbing your eyes.
âIâm sorry, Mr Aizawa. Iâll be better,â you promised dully, wiping your eyes on a tissue. His eyes looked back at you.
âIâm not an idiot. I can tell that you and Bakugou have come to some sort of disagreement. If it can get sorted, I would recommend making up as soon as possible-,â he starts.
âWe broke up. He⊠he dumped me. He said such⊠horrible things to me. About me,â you whimpered, face screwed up as you clutched your uniform. Aizawa stopped writing before putting down his pen.
âI-I know Iâm not exactly as composed as Todoroki, or as fast as Iida or as smart as Yaomomo, but I thought there was something about me that he liked. It just hurts how quickly he discarded me. Iâm sorry for disturbing your lessons Mr Aizawa, it wonât happen again,â you quietly cried as you sunk your head in shame.
Only to lift your teary head as Mr Aizawaâs large hand encompassed your scalp. He looked at you with slight concern as you wiped your eyes.
âWhile itâs true that some of your classmates have advantages that you do not, a real hero doesnât sell themselves short. Where Todoroki is composed, youâre bubbly and outgoing. Although Iida is fast, he often lacks the ability to let loose and enjoy the small things. And yes, Yaoyorozu is a prodigy student due to private schooling, but you put in the hard work and reap the rewardsâ his words soothed you as he softly rubbed your head.
âA real hero wouldnât let someone who had to be chained up at the sports festival make them cry. So donât sell yourself short. That boy has been in far too many detentions to have the nerve to point out your shortcomings,â he finished, removing his hand and gently pressing his fist into your shoulder.
âUnderstand me? Iâll let this incident pass if you can prove to me that you can put in the rest of the work and be a hero that everyone can put their faith in.â
The tears returned, but for a completely different reason. You quickly hugged Aizawa, his face immediately shifting into one of discomfort before gingerly patting your back. He let out his signature sly grin.
âBesides, if he tries anything, I can always say to Gang Orca that he needs more classes at the provisional licensing centre.â
You smiled at your home room teacher.
âThank you Mr Aizawa,â you said, releasing him. He let out a small cough.
âThank me with your actions. Tell anyone I let you hug me and itâs detention for the next month, understand?â He grilled you.
âI understand sir,â you giggled.
âNow go find Ashido, I can smell her anticipation from here,â he instructed.
âYes sir.â
After Mr Aizawaâs curt but helpful words, you aimed on self improvement. You focused on bettering a routine, sleeping more and eating healthier. Days you would have spent rotting in bed were forced into activities with your classmates.
The breakup still stung like a knife, but it was easier to manage and slowly dwindled down to a papercut. You hadnât talked to your ex in 2 months, only sly glances when he wasnât looking.
Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki was absolutely miserable. Seeing you rot and struggle to cope absolutely murdered him inside knowing that he was the person who ripped your heart out, and that he couldnât stitch it back together. He managed to keep his own composure, training even harder to avoid seeing you or bumping into you.
He nearly passed out from training, he was overworking so hard. It was his own fault, he knew that. He just couldnât work past his issues with you there; you didnât deserve to be at the end of his shitty stick.
The pride he felt when you started cleaning yourself up and interacting more with your classmates made his chest swell. You looked so much more beautiful and radiant; the person he fell in love with.
And dumped.
âStupid fucking Sparky, gettinâ sick and makinâ me do his chores,â Katsuki grumbled, arms overflowing with bin bags as he stumbled to the large bins. It had been 2 months since your breakup. Or, even worse; your 1 year anniversary.
His heart was absolutely wrecked, but he could now slide quick glances to you without fear of you looking at him. He was so proud that you were able to overcome his asshole behaviour, and hopefully swallow any more feelings that you had about him. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sniffling.
He peeked his head around the corner, dropping the bin bags as quietly as he could. His eyes widened. You were stood near the incinerator, a thick book wedged in your hands.
Tears slowly trickled down your face as you looked at the book. A small smile appeared as you thumbed the cover.
âI⊠I thought we would have made it. I donât know, I thought it was all going so well. I know Iâll never probably understand what was going through your head that day, but⊠itâs time to let go of the past,â you say quietly, rubbing your teary eyes as you open the incinerator door.
âI loved you, god fucking damnit! More than I think I could have ever loved anyone! I suppose a small part of me always will now, though. I just thought we had a better chance. Happy one year anniversary, Katsuki,â you finish as you let out a sob, throwing the book into the furnace. You ran off before checking that the book was fully inside the furnace, slamming the door and running back inside.
Katsuki waited until your steps made no noise, before running forward and pulling the book from the furnace. It was a scrapbook; the book was ridiculously chunky, with glitter glue and doodles smothering the outside, as well as stickers from your combined favourite TV shows. The furnace had charred a large chunk of the book, the smell permeating his nose.
Then he saw your names scrawled neatly in cursive. His heart started to thud as he thumbed the pages.
Polaroid photos of you on dates were plastered neatly on the pages; some photos he remembered, others he had no recollection of. Movie ticket stubs, post it notes with cute messages detailing your affections, stickers you gifted each other, silly photos from photo booths that you dragged him into.
Each page was a flash of white-hot pain. There were photos of him during a festival winning you a fish from a difficult carnival game, his eyes smoked beautifully with eyeliner as he grinned (and won the fish). He wonders if you still had it.
Another photo of his birthday party. The two of you had snuck off to your favourite spot in the woods, where he found that you had created your own picnic spot with a spread of his favourite foods. Photos of shy hand-holding, of him resting in your lap and vice versa.
Katsuki was struggling to see the paper for the tears he tried so desperately to blink away before reaching the last page. A whole page was filled with your writing, and Katsuki had to knuckle his eyes to read it.
Dearest Katsuki,
Wow, a year already! Iâm so happy that weâve come so far, my love. Iâm so indebted to you for everything that youâve done for me; helped me with training, putting up with me, hell even just being there for me.
I know Iâm not exactly the easiest to get along with, I know Iâm easily excitable and not exactly quiet. I love and appreciate that you can listen to me and not get bored, just as I do with you.
Training to be a hero is hard work, so Iâm so thankful that youâve chosen to take your journey with me, even though youâre training so hard to become number one.
I love you more than words can ever describe; youâre the reason I wake up everyday. I adore you, and I hope we can have many more years together kicking ass and beating Deku >o<
Lots and lots and lots of love,
Your (N/N)
Katsuki couldnât stop the tears that trickled down his face. Reading your words of quiet insecurity, thanking him for things that he threw right back into your face like you were nothing made his heart ache so badly.
He clutched the scrapbook to his chest tightly, sending silent but desperate apologies to you as his head sunk to the floor. Guttural cries escaped him as his choices swirled through his head. The scrapbookâs cover buckled due to the force of his grip as he sobbed his heart out.
Months of self deprecation caught up to him as he craved your touch; he wanted you to hear him, to turn around and hold him tightly to your chest and never ever let go ever again. He needed your sweet affirmations as you played with his hair; âmy number one hero,â you would croon as you hugged your tired boyfriend.
His stupid pride got in his way once again, and he finally came to the one conclusion he should have met those 2 fateful months ago.
He couldnât do this without you.
The trip back to Heights Alliance was a painful one, but Mina hugged away your issues as soon as she saw your misty orbs.
âIâm so proud of you for doing this bestie. You deserve so much better. Itâs time to let go of the past,â she told you softly, pink hair tickling your face. You smiled at your best friend.
âThank you for everything Mina, I really mean it,â you sniffle, wiping your nose and taking a deep breath. You let go of your friend as you smiled at her.
âI think Iâm gonna go for a nap, training was super rough today,â you told her, squeezing her hand as she squeezes back.
âOkay, let me know if you need anything. Sleep well, and Iâll let you know when dinnerâs ready,â Mina promised, giving you one last hug.
You gave her a wan smile as you walked to your dorm room, throwing a pained look at your exes room. You shook your head as you unlocked the door and got changed into some comfy clothes. Tired bones sunk onto your bed as you let out a sigh.
âItâs time to let go of the past,â you murmur as you fell asleep. As soon as you were about to beat Shigaraki to a pulp, a loud knocking on your door pulled you from your dream.
The knocking was quiet at first, then grew louder, more desperate. You thought it was Mina, and that you had skipped dinner.
You let out a tired laugh, getting out of bed and redoing your hair.
âOkay, okay Mina, Iâm coming-â your voice was cut short as you opened the door, seeing a disgruntled ex staring at the floor.
Clutched tightly in his hand was the scrapbook, as you looked on in shock. How did he get it?! He wasnât there when you- oh fuck.
Katsuki raised his head, volcanic eyes plagued with tears as he wildly searched your face. He gingerly reached for your hand before sinking to his knees, placing your hand on his face.
âP-please take me back. I know I was a dick, but Iâm willing to show you all of my vulnerabilities. Please baby,â he raised his head again.
âI canât live without you.â
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good luck, babe! | chapter 1
regina george x reader
summary: After the Queen Bee of North Shore makes up rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing room, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You didnât think that would mean coming to a reluctant agreement with Regina George.
a/n: if you couldnât tell from the title, this fic is inspired by âgood luck, babe!â by chappell roan. if youâve never heard it, definitely check it out. updates will most likely be weekly. i donât know how some of yâall have the time to update every day lol. as a general warning for the whole fic, it will contain homophobia, derogatory language, substance abuse, and unhealthy relationships. other than that thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this first chapter!!
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Entering your third year of high school, you assumed you knew everything there was to know about North Shore.
Well, at least, how to steer clear of infamy. More specifically, Regina George and her shadows that followed her around like a pair of lost dogs. You knew the trouble and attention they brought with them, a constant trail of destruction that was almost as potent as the stench of their perfume. The secret to avoiding it was as simple as straying from the limelight. You kept to your group, stayed quiet, kept your head down. Didnât do anything wild enough to trigger Reginaâs predatory instincts. You couldnât say you were afraid of her and her group, but honestly, harassment is the last thing you need as North Shoreâs token plug. It would be plain stupid to garner more attention to yourself than necessary.
But even with all of that in mind, here you are, sitting in the principalâs office with enough anger in your chest to probably strangle the man sitting in front of you. Because you didnât even fucking do what youâre being penalized for. But guess who told Mr. Duvall that you were taking pictures of girls changing in gym? Regina George. She could make up whatever she wanted and even the authority figures at this school would treat it like it was the holy grail. You stare at him with venom in your eyes as he explains to you that you will have to be suspended. For something you didnât even do.
Regina was in your gym class. You had heard around that she was spreading rumors about you being a lesbian, but thatâs not new information to literally anyone, so you didnât especially care. Then people started giving you disgusted looks in the hallways, calling you some really nasty names, and even some of your close female friends started to avoid you. You didnât know why until about 10 minutes ago. Apparently, you were the last person to know about your supposed photo collection.
When Mr. Duvall finally lets you leave, you feel the rage boil up inside of you before you can stop it. Youâre going to get in so much trouble at home, and for what? Because the worldâs most spoiled brat decided your reputation was the one to ruin this week? Does she even realize how her rumors can affect people? Obviously not, because she does it all the fucking time.
Youâre way late to lunch, but the moment you step into that cafeteria, itâs like a wild dog being released into the ring. You skip on the lunch line and head straight towards the table where you see Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners talking with wide eyes to the blonde head of hair with her back to you. Regina. You lock on like a target, not glancing at anything else surrounding you. Your hands are bunched into fists at your sides as the anger rises up in your throat like bile. How dare she? How dare she completely make up this bullshit about you, get you suspended because of it? And why hasnât anyone actually done something about it?
You see her turn around. Two ice blue eyes look up at you. Disgusted, maybe even a little confused as she sees you approaching her table. Because no one ever dares enter her territory. She thinks sheâs above that. She doesnât look at you more than a second, though, before your hands are ripping her off the bench by the collar of her shirt.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â you practically snarl, your arms already dragging her towards the wall as you slam her against it. Your hands still grip the collar of her shirt, your anger almost palpable. You hear what you think to be Gretchen scream. The cafeteria descends into chaos around you. You donât care. The only thing youâre concerned about is whatâs in front of you right now.
Regina doesnât even look slightly bothered. In fact, she cocks an eyebrow. Her eyes seem to glow with that malice now. Your hands grip the fabric of her shirt even tighter.
âOh, no, did I hit a nerve?â she laughs, her eyes looking you over with a newfound disgust. Like youâre simply a piece of trash a wild animal found out it could not digest and spit back up. Like youâre beneath her. You hate the woman, but itâs almost impressive how controlled she is in moments like these.
âYouâre just proving me right, you know. Just admit youâre the weird freak that everyone knows you are. I canât stand a closet lesbo.â she sneers, pushing her face close enough to yours that you can feel her breath on your face.
Something in you snaps when she says those words. Because itâs not even true, and youâre the only person who seems to believe that. The angerâs hot in your chest. Its flames seem to carry your arms as you ball your right hand into a fist.
And you punch the Queen Bee of North Shore directly in the eye.
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Your suspension was extended. Obviously.
You spend the next 2 weeks cleaning the house until your fingers peel and keeping up with your school work on your computer. People are talking about your fight with Regina all over Instagram and Reginaâs acting like a total victim about the whole thing. People sending her their condolences and all that bullshit. As if she was dying and didnât only get one punch to the face before someone pulled you off of her. It was your health teacher from last year; he seemed a little too eager to grab you and pull you off of Regina.
When you return to school, it seems people still believe those rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing rooms, because your peers are giving you the same sort of looks as before. They clear away from you when you walk past, but not in the worshipful kind of way they do for Regina. More like theyâre disgusted to be around you.
Some people are impressed you stood up to her, though. Youâre the first of your time. Janis âImiâike from your AP Lit class gives you a high five in the morning and you give her a big grin in return.
You see Regina in your gym class after lunch, and she looks as good as new. Youâre a little disappointed. You kind of wanted to see her with that bright purple bruise on her eye that youâd seen all over Instagram. But there she was, looking like the perfectly crafted Barbie doll that she always seemed to be. Not even a stand of flawless blonde hair out of place. It made you mad. Itâs like you did it all for nothing.
To your surprise, though, Regina ignores you. She doesnât whisper to her minions while giving you dirty looks from across the room, doesnât send them after you with a raise of her finger. Itâs like youâre invisible to her. Honestly, you prefer it that way. Youâre tired enough of this whole situation as it is. Itâs a godsend sheâs not making it worse today.
Coach Carr takes you all outside since itâs one of the last warm days until fall. You stick your Airpods in and walk the track, still keeping an eye on Regina. Itâs not like her to not torment someone who got suspended because of one of her rumors. You donât trust it at all, but she seems content with pretending you donât exist. Since Karen and Gretchen arenât in this class with her, Regina resorts to talking to the girls who arenât quite Plastic, but are still high enough on the social pyramid for Regina to tolerate. You roll your eyes as they mindlessly follow her lead like a pack of lion cubs.
After a couple of minutes, you get bored and sneak off to the woods surrounding the track. Your coach wasnât the most attentive person in the world, so it was pretty easy. You needed to smoke or you were going to go insane. You take an Airpod out and grab the cart out of your bra. Have to keep it non-suspicious.
You only plan on taking a few hits since itâs so concentrated and you still have another class after this. You come out here so much that you donât even think about it. Until you hear a voice behind you.
âAre you smoking weed?â
Your neck nearly snaps when you whip your head around. Your heart sinks back down to your chest from your throat when you see Regina George standing there instead of Coach Carr.
âJesus, what the fuck?â you immediately respond, your voice wavering a bit as you hadnât even considered someone had seen you slip out. The weed had just started to hit and you could feel it amplify the fear in your chest, even though Regina wasnât technically immediate danger. Although, your heart begins to race faster as you realize she will definitely try to get you in deeper shit because of this.
Regina begins to open her mouth before you immediately cut her off. âBefore you go and tell everyone on this side of the country, everyone already knows. Itâs not gonna do anything to ruin my reputation.â Your voice shakes similarly to your legs out of the pure shock of her finding you. You hate feeling cornered, but after your little tussle with her, you know how badly Regina must want to destroy you. Her eyes stare at you unflinchingly, unaffected by what you said. She looks smug enough to make you nervous. You donât know if itâs because of the weed or your pounding chest, but it seems like minutes pass before Regina says anything else.
âWhat about Mr. Duvall? Does he know?â Fuck. Youâre not getting out of this, are you? Your mouth begins to dry, the spit thick on your tongue as you think of a response. Your dad was already mad enough at you. You didnât need this.
âNo. But I canât imagine itâll go well for you if you tell him. I sell to half the school, including Karen. Everyone will be pissed if I get caught.â you respond, already feeling defeated, but you keep your tone searing. Youâre taller than her; hopefully it makes you intimidating enough for her to have mercy. Regina doesnât respond right away. All she does is raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk on one side of her mouth as you watch her consider her options. Sheâs flawlessly gorgeous in a way thatâs enviable. But you kind of need her to not take away your source of income.
âLook, I smoke behind the baseball field every day after school. Iâll give you some for free if you just keep your damn mouth shut for once.â Your voice is almost pleading now. You wish she wasnât so dead-set on ruining your life.
Time only gets slower as Reginaâs smirk begins to widen. Itâs a win-win situation for her, and she knows it.
âFine. But you better not try to kiss me or anything.â she says slowly, spitting out the words like theyâre poisonous.
You feel the relief pool in your stomach as soon as you hear those words. It must be obvious by the look on your face, because Regina laughs at you. She has that angry, disgusted sort of look in her eyes that you canât quite figure out the reason for. Itâs a shame because sheâs so beautiful. Your body takes multiple seconds to keep up with your thoughts until a question crosses your mind.
âDid you follow me?â you ask, your voice a little too loud as you see her head turn back around.
âObviously. I knew you werenât sneaking off to do anything good,â she shoots back, the repugnant expression back on her face. She curls her lip at you before stalking off back to the track field, blonde hair flowing behind her.
How the hell did she even see you leave? Maybe you werenât the only one paying attention to what the other was doing after your fight with her. But, why? Did she seriously think you were going to try and swing at her on your first day back?
You guess youâll find out at 3:00P.M. behind the baseball field.
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cw: Shouto Todoroki x Reader, wc ~3.2k
disclaimers ;3 - angst, misunderstandings, & fluff!
It was no secret amongst UA students that you and Todoroki were attached at the hip. A better way to describe it would be that you frequently tugged on the boy, yelling his ear off, rambling, training together, and the like.
It wasn't always that way, of course. At the beginning of your first year at UA, you and the half-hot half-cold boy did not get off to a good start. You showed him your well-practiced friend-making kindness, he responded in a not-so-nice manner, saying that he didn't care for friends in such a condescending voice, and you decided that you didn't like him. That decision lasted less than a month though, when he later apologized for his coldness and you forgave him. You were never one to forgive easily, so it came as a shock to you to see yourself immediately accepting his apology. How come?
Your relationship with Todoroki only went up from there. It started with being paired as training partners which turned into exchanging books and studying together, walking to class together, hanging out together, eating lunch together, and doing just practically about everything together. You attached yourself to the dual-color haired boy, even giving him his own cute nickname of sorts. Todoroki had never said outright that he hated it. In fact, if you had to guess, you would've thought he was okay with it--liked it even. (But now, that assumption only feels like your biggest mistake.)
It's a morning like any other. You trudge down the hall of your school, mentally dreading entering the classroom. You told Todoroki not to wait for you as you wanted to get to class a bit earlier. (You two had a habit of making it to class just by the bell, wasting copious amounts of time talking through breakfast.) You wanted to stop by the support course to pick up a part of your hero costume, and you knew it wouldn't be possible to if you had waited for the boy. You giggle lightly to yourself thinking about the face 'Roki will make when he sees the new addition to your costume. You're about to turn the corner when you hear a string of familiar voices. It makes you stop dead in your tracks. Curiosity always got the better of you. You quickly recognize the voices to be Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki. You smile lightly to yourself, thinking what an odd combo it seems to make. Your smile drops almost immediately, though.
"Everyone seems over the edge these days with exams coming up, huh Prez? Whaddya say about us holding a class study session?" You hear Kaminari suggest. "I don't think that would be efficient nor effective! We also have to consider if some of our classmates study better in small groups or large groups!" Iida replies, and you can see him waving his hand in an engine like way. "I'm with Prez on this one, sorry bro." Kirishima adds, scratching the back of his head. "I feel the same way!" Midoriya chimes in, before whisper-rambling about who in the class seems like they work better alone. "I agree too. I wouldn't participate. It would most likely distract me from getting any work done at all." You hear Todoroki say. "Yea, well of course you wouldn't join! You and (Name) would probably chum it up with the books before we would even get anywhere! It's no fair! How come you always get to hang around (Name)?" "It's not like that. (Name) is a distraction to me too. In many more ways than anybody I've ever known is." "Woah, dude! I didn't know that's how you felt about them. I so thought..." You feel your heart sink to your feet. Suddenly, everything about you feels weird. You didn't know that was how Todoroki felt about you. Suddenly, your feet are moving by themselves, in the opposite direction. Anything to get away from here. From this situation. And so you make a mad dash to the restroom. You couldn't bear to hear the rest of the conversation, when it had been made so clear to you that the guy you thought was your best friend had felt the exact opposite about you. You felt so pathetic and in shock that you couldn't even cry. If you were so annoying and distracting to Todoroki, why didn't he just say so? Why did he let you pester him and waste both his and your time? You don't understand. You just stood there in the bathroom, leaning against the door of a stall. Slowly, you come to, slap yourself in the face, and walk towards your classroom once again. That day, you make another decision, with more resolve than the previous ones. Distance.
And so when you make it to class just by the bell and half-hot half-cold boy inquires why since you specifically left early, you just shrug and tell him you had some things to take care of. And when lunch comes around, you decide that you want to sit with Mina and her friends. And when it's time to train, you ask Midoriya instead. And at the end of class, when Iida proposes that you, Midoriya, Todoroki, him, and Uraraka should have a study session, you pass. You pack up your things, bid your friends a cya later, and make your way out of the building. You're changing your shoes when Todoroki makes his way towards you. He has a slight grimace on his face, but to most people, he looked like he normally did. (Why did you still want to know why he was making that face? Why did you get so attached in the first place? You hated yourself for it. )
"..Hey. Is there something wrong? You were unusually to yourself today. You didn't even pair up with me for training or sit with us." Todoroki asks, outstretching his hand to take your bag as you fumble with your shoes. You don't give it to him, and instead opt to bring it even closer to you. You muster up the best smile you can, and reply with all the gusto you can bring. "I'm fine! I have to go now though, so see you!" You say hurriedly as you quickly finish putting on your shoes and readjusting your bag. You all but dash out of the building and make your way to your dorm before Todoroki can even offer to walk with you. You hope he doesn't notice how stiff your smile was. But how would he anyway? He had only seen you as a distraction. You leave behind a distraught and confused Todoroki, who watches you disappear into the distance. (The boy immediately noticed how fake that smile was. Your smile was never like that. Ever. You didn't tell him about your day. You didn't eat lunch with him. You didn't even say a full 3 sentences to him today. And for the first time, Todoroki felt a sharp pang! in his chest. It hurt.)
Before you know it, you're at the dorms and finally, everything comes crashing down. You feel like you're about to have a meltdown. And so you quickly whip out your phone and shoot Mina a quick text.
You
Hey Mina, not feeling too hot rn. I'll be in my room
Mins
omw
"Not feeling too hot" was your and Mina's unspoken way of saying hey, I'm about to lose it, hellp! When Mina had first texted you something along those lines, you decided to check up on her, only to find her hysterically sobbing into her pillow. Safe to say it's a term only used during emergencies. Like now. By the time you make it to your room, you feel the waterworks coming. You quickly wriggle out of your uniform and fight back the tears that threaten to release from your eyes. You're doing well you think, until Mina comes in. All it takes is a "Hey babes, what's wrong?" For you to absolutely crumble into your best friend's chest. It takes a while for you to finally get everything out, along with the reason you're this way, but by the time you do, you feel a lot better.
"What the hell is wrong with this dude...It pisses me off but, (Name)! Listen. The best part now is that you know, right? No more clinging or worrying about that twat!" You sniffle. "I know, Mins. I really know, but it still hurts, you know? I'm embarrassed, hurt, and sad. But above all, I'm angry. I've been making a fool of myself. I hate it. And I hate how much I liked him." You croak out, throat dry from all the crying. "I know, I know." Mina coos, and you hug her tighter. Eventually, she leaves, and you sprawl across your bed. You already know what you're going to do. It's easier this way for the both of you guys, you think.
And so you continue to give Todoroki the cold shoulder. You shoot him a text saying that you can't walk with him anymore, and even decide to make breakfast to-go just to avoid seeing him. You stop greeting him in the morning. You ask Midoriya to be partners for the foreseeable future, and he agrees. You walk home with Mina. You eat lunch with Mina and her friends. You begin to study with them, too. And go out on the weekends. You barely even spare the dual color haired boy a glance. Whenever you speak to him, you keep it curt. (But how come it still hurts?) And this lasts for around a month, before the last straw.
Breaking up your friendship with Todoroki gave you more time to hang out with other people. It was fun to talk to new people, and it also served as a way to take your mind off him. This Friday is like any other. Todoroki watches you walk in, and a part of him hopes that maybe you would say good morning! in your chirpy voice. You always made it a point to smile at him and say good morning, but now, you don't even look at him. He watches as you take your seat and talk to Kaminari about something stupid. pang! Eventually the lesson starts, and the day flies by as "normal". The normal being rarely any contact between him and you. This isn't how it should be, Todoroki thinks to himself. He's packing up his things to go when he sees you and the metal quirked kid from Class 2b near the door. He can't hear what you two are saying, but he does see Metal Quirk lean in and all but tackle you into a hug. He's definitely heavy with the way you can barely hold yourself up. But you're laughing. He hadn't seen that in so long. pang. pang. pang. And before he knows it, Todoroki is making his way towards the two of you. He pulls Tetsutetsu off of you albeit a bit rough. "(Name). Mr. Aizawa is calling for us. He's in his office." And before you can respond, Todoroki clasps your hand and starts walking you two towards the office. Although shocked, you manage to use your free hand to wave to Tetsutesu before confronting the boy keeping such a tight grip on your hand. "Thank you, but I can walk myself. Do you know what he needs us for?" You ask, but there's no answer. To your surprise once again, you both pass by the office. "Hey, Todoroki. I thought you said Mr. Aizawa was in the office? Where are we-" You feel his grip tighten a little. "Todoroki, let go." You say with a hint of seriousness in your tone that makes the boy hesitate in his walking. But he doesn't stop. You finally manage to yank his hand away at the lockers. "Todoroki! Seriously, what the hell?" You half-yell, both confused and annoyed. "I should be asking you that, (Name). What's happening? You don't talk to me at all. It's like I don't exist to you anymore. And now you're all buddy-buddy with everybody. Did I do something? I just want answers." Todoroki says, and you feel something in you explode. Maybe it's the pent-up frustration from his seemingly obliviousness, or just the sheer fact of the nerve he had to say what he just said. Either way, you don't spare the boy. "What's wrong?! You should be happy I'm doing this, since all I am is a distraction in so many ways. If I was such a pain, you should've said something. I overheard your conversation with the others about me. I couldn't even listen past the distraction part because it hurt so so bad. I know what you said. I thought I was doing us both a favor by ignoring you, so that way you can focus. And I can't even begin to look at you, because when I do, all I think about is how embarrassed and mad I am that you would let me stick around you all this time and not express how you truly feel! You never cared about me at all, did you?" You don't even realize you're crying until you feel one trickle down your cheek. You don't even bother to look at the male before you mutter a quick apology and make a beeline for the exit. Once again, you leave Todoroki standing there. (When he saw your tears fall, and chest heave, all he could wonder was how could someone look so beautiful even when crying? He wanted to slap himself. Why was he like this?)
You feel so idiotic as you sob into your pillow. And you sob, and sob, and sob until you physically can't cry anymore. By the time you look up from your snot covered pillow, it's darker. Dinner has already passed, and you weakly grab your phone to see a swarm of texts from Mina. Before you can type out a reply though, you hear frantic banging on your door. You sluggishly make your way to the door before creaking it slightly open. You're greeted with the face you least want to see right now, and you grimace. "What do you want, Todoroki? If you're sorry, it's okay. If you're not, it's okay too. I just want to be left alone." You shut the door faster than the half-hot half-cold boy can hold it, and you just stand there for a bit. You think he's left until you hear his voice. "(Name). I'm just letting you know in advance. I'm burning this door down." You quickly yank the door open. "No! What the hell." This time, Todoroki makes use of the open door and comes in. You both are just standing there until he speaks up: "(Name). I want to clear this up with you. I won't deny that I said what I said. And even if you had listened to the whole conversation, it wouldn't have made things any better." "How is this supposed to make me feel better?" "Sorry. What I mean is that It's the way I meant it that matters. I don't have a way with words. I've never been able to articulate my feelings quite well. (Name), you are a distraction. At first, I thought that it was maybe your quirk. Whenever I'm around you, it's hard to focus. My palms get sweaty, my heartbeat becomes irregular, and I just feel...odd. I talked about it with my sister, and she and I are both sure that I harbor romantic feelings for you. When I said you were a distraction, I meant...more so romantically. Kaminari and the others are just plain distracting in the annoying way. But you? You distract my heart. I can't pay attention to much other than your smile, your words, just you. This past month, week and 5 days have been horrible. That's what I meant, (Name). You're special to me, and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. I'm not lying. We can check for proof." He takes your hand softly places it on his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly, and when you look up, you see a faint red hue adorn both his cheeks. You can't help but shed a few happy tears. "You idiot. I'm just so glad right now...You don't understand how bad I hated not talking to you. We have so much to catch up on! You better be ready because I'm really gonna talk your ear off tonight." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Todoroki smiles and pulls you into a tight embrace.
extra!
"You do realize that you just confessed your love for me, right 'Roki?" "Yes." "And you counted the days, you loser. hehe." "...But Wait, so what does this mean for us? Since the feelings are mutual." "If it's alright with you, dating with the intention of marriage in the future?" "...Who told you that would be a good idea to say?" "...Tokoyami."
xxtra!
A while later, Todoroki ends up talking with Kaminari, Kirishima, Iida, and Midoriya. "I have a question. When I said that name was a distraction to me, what way did you perceive it as?" The male inquires. "Like ya hate her! I was so shocked. I still can't expect that from you of all people Todobro!" Kaminari says to which Kirishima agrees. "I thought the same way! But calling a classmate a distraction is far from appropriate! I take it you apologized?" Iida asks, to which Todoroki scratches his ear. "O-Oh WHAT?! Is that what you meant, Todoroki? I for sure thought you meant that you held romantic feelings for her which in turn led to um...distractions." Midoriya says, and The dual color haired boy half smiles at him. "Yea. That's what I meant." "How did you know Midoriya?! What the hell!" Kirishima asks, shellshocked. "Oh, um well I thought it was kind of obvious. Well actually, I have some notes about it in my notebook. Not in a creepy way I swear! It started off as an analysis of both of their quirks in battle since they always paired up together. They had a lot of synergy so I wanted to take some notes. But the more I observed the two of them together, the more I noticed. Like for example..." The green haired boy flips through his notebook until he reaches a page that says, 'TODOROKI & (NAME) ALLIANCE'. "Here it is! Like when they fight together, Todoroki takes a different stance than when he fights with like say, Bakugou. At first, I thought it was because he wanted to dominate against the enemy, but that didn't make sense since their strengths are close to equal. Then I realized his stance was more protective because he personally didn't want (Name) to get hurt. And also, when he's with (Name), his facial expressions are more animated. His smile is wider, and his eyes are always looking at them. He's always got his eyes on (Name). Even when we go out to stores, he always looks for something to bring back for them. The biggest solidifier for me though, was this past month when (Name) and him kind of drifted. His mood was significantly worse. He ate his lunch slower and would always look towards their direction. He would study slower, and he was looking at name even more. It was almost like they were his drive! It made me realize instantly that something was up.....and....and....." (Todoroki didn't even realize the extent to which you had captured his heart. But now he was sure. He had you, and he was never letting go.)
a/n: oh my goodness I'm so sorry for being inactive :(( I'm back now and this was kinddaaa rushed but I think I like it tho!! aaaa I've been missing shouto a lot lately so here this is!! I hope ygs enjoy and if anyone has any ideas at all pls send them my way! I would love to do them!
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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter One
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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader
Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate⊠But maybe it could work..?
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None
Words: 1,819
"Good morning" I smiled as I skipped into the living room, I wiped the blood from my mouth, my hunt was successful, disgusting, but successful. Deer blood will never quench my thirst, but to stay with my family this was to stay part of my diet.Â
"Good morning Y/N, how was your hunt?" Carlisle, my longest friend asked me. I smiled weakly, I was so hungry. Esme appeared behind me, before I could answer, she placed both her hands on my shoulders giving me a tight squeeze. I always felt so loved when she was around, it relaxed me.Â
"It was okay, better than last time" I answered. I was lying of course. I missed human blood more than I could even explain. I suppose one good thing that comes from only drinking animal blood was my eye colour, I must preferred the amber over the red. Of course the Amber still didn't compare to my human blue eyes.Â
"Are you ready Y/N?" Alice asked me. I nodded and followed him and the rest of my siblings out the door. Luckily we were taking Rosalie's car today, I preferred her driving over Edwards. Luckily Edward was out picking his human up and taking her to school.Â
I hated how Edward always smelled like her now, her blood was intoxicating. Jasper struggles too, I suppose it makes me feel better that I'm not struggling alone. I'm not sure how Edward copes. I remember when I had a blood singer, only once it had happened to me. Of course I killed him, I hadn't been a vampire long.Â
We spent most of the drive silently, as we normally did. Then Alice turned back to me, smirking.Â
"Guess what?"
"What?" I asked, I had an inking to what she was going to say.Â
"Mike's going to try again today" She giggled.
I groaned, ever since we started at this school, two years ago, Mike Newton had tried, every few weeks to ask me out, and even though I'd say no, every time, he continues to ask. I wonder if he'd ever get bored.Â
"A few months and then it's over" I smile, thinking of never having to go back to that place, I had decided this was the last time I'd attend school, at least maybe for a while. Luckily I was in the same school year as Rose and Emmett, meaning I could escape sooner. I also couldn't wait for people to stop telling me I look way too old to be in High School. Physically I was 21, way over high school age, but I had a baby face.Â
We arrived at school to see Edward with his arm over Bella, I thought they weren't going to become a official thing.  I climbed out of the car.
"I'll see you at lunch" I smiled at my siblings before I set off inside the school. I had English first, a class I didn't mind too much. But of course Mike was waiting outside of my classroom, I'm sure he knows my schedule better than I do.Â
"Hey Y/N!" He grinned happily.Â
I muttered a small hello, he smelt so strongly of his aftershave, it was burning my nose.Â
"Prom's coming up, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" He asked, I pretended to take a deep breath.Â
"No thank you Mike, I've said before I won't be going" I smiled sweetly, and then I pushed past him to get into my class.
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I didn't pay attention to the class, I knew everything that was being taught. Another reason why I was excited to leave, maybe I could get a job, or take another college course. I'm sure there's something I haven't read about yet. I found myself drifting into a daydream, I was excited for my life after school, but of course I'd have to stay close to the family, otherwise it would upset Carlisle and Esme, and I'd do anything for them.Â
'It had been a few months since I had become a vampire, and I was leaving a long string of bodies behind me, it was so easy to keep going. No more would every suspect the woman who could easily bat her eyes and get away with whatever she wanted. It was the year 1887, I was 21. I was never meant to become a vampire, but one night, a man grabbed me, and started drinking my blood, he was going to kill me. But someone or something stopped him, and I was left to die in an alley. I was suppose to die in that alley, but a few hours late I woke up, changed.Â
I was all alone, and so scared.Â
Until a man found me, he was a strange man, I thought he was human at first, but just a second before I lunged I couldn't hear his heartbeat, couldn't feel the heat of his blood. I had never met another vampire. Not since I became one.Â
"Who are you?" I hissed, my teeth bearing at him.Â
"My name is Carlisle, if you'd let me, I'd like to help you" He smiled, I felt a warm feeling wash over me, maybe I could trust him?'
When I met Carlisle he took me in, tried to show me the vegetarian way. But I've struggled with it. After a few months with Carlisle, we realised I had a gift. Not a big one, but I can always tell what someone thinks of me, how they feel about me. It's how I could tell Carlisle was to be trusted. I can always tell if someone likes me, to dislikes me. It made hunting so fun, I could always tell if someone thought I was beautiful, it meant I could seduce them, and feed from them.Â
It's how I can tell Mike only thinks I look nice, he doesn't care about anything else.Â
Once class was over, and another class droned one, it was finally time for lunch. I had a blacked out water bottle full of animal blood. It was gross.Â
I sat along side my siblings, except Edward, he chose to sit with Bella. I envied them almost.
Edward and I were the last two without mates. Now it was just me. 154 Years old, and I had never found someone who made me feel complete. My family had, and I endured seeing it everyday. I'm sure if my heart still worked it would be constantly breaking.Â
I sipped my drink loudly, my siblings hated when I did that. I smirked at them and carried on..
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"Y/N" Esme called, I left my room and followed the noise coming from the kitchen, I walked in and was shocked. My family were cooking, actually cooking.Â
"What's happening here?" I asked, watching them. I had no clue what they were even making.
"Edward is brining Bella here" Esme beamed, I rolled my eyes playfully at her, but then felt my throat burn.
"And I want everyone to be welcoming" She added.Â
I put my hand to my throat and rubbed it absently.Â
"Esme, I don't know if I can" I panicked "I'm worse than Jasper"
She pulled me into her arms and hugged me for a few seconds.Â
"You'll be okay" I smiled at her, and stepped closer to Emmett. He was strong enough to stop me if needed.Â
"Is she even Italian?" Rosalie asked.Â
"Her names Bella" Emmett answered as if it was completely obvious. I started chucking at him, until I smelt it.Â
Bella, her blood, it smelt amazing, intoxicating. I held onto the breakfast bar and tried concentrating.Â
"Here comes the human" Rosalie sung.Â
Edward and Bella walked in, Edward introduced her to Esme and Carlisle, and then brought Bella over to me. I wanted to kill him for bringing her closer.Â
"This is Y/N, she's actually the third eldest in the family, after Carlisle and Jasper" He chuckled, but stopped when he saw my face. I'm sure he could hear me cursing him in my head.Â
"Yes Edward, mention my age" I said grimly, but it gave me an excuse to walk out. I needed to hunt.
I left my house quick, and ran into the forest, I found something to feed on, and managed to get blood all over myself. I looked a complete state. I slumped against a tree, and sat. I sat and sat for hours, thinking, and making a weird little flower chain. I was quite content, and calming myself down. Until I heard a growl.Â
I looked up, and jumped in fear, I jumped so I was clinging onto the tree a few feet off the ground.Â
I heard the growl again, realising it was probably a animal, I jumped to the ground. I was still thirsty, perhaps I could find the source. Without a sound I slowly started walking towards the animal, I had picked up it's scent, it was foul smelling. No animal I had smelt before.Â
I stopped, deciding to find a more appealing animal, until it jumped into the clearing.Â
"Oh, it's one of you" I hissed, one of the shapeshifters. I hadn't seen this wolf before, not that I had seen many. He was dark silver, and was looking incredibly angry at me.Â
I looked into its eyes, I wasn't sure if it was going to attack or not, but I wasn't going to make a move. Suddenly I felt something wash over me, a strong feeling of love and care, it confused me. I didn't understand what was happening, but the feeling was coming from him.Â
"What's happening" I stutter at the wolf. The wolf looked scared now, he growled once more and ran off. I copied, and ran home, fast.Â
"Carlisle" I screamed when I got close enough to the house. My family were outside the greet me, all of them worried.
"He imprinted on you" Edward suddenly said, I was still confused.
"What?" I screamed, they all flinched.Â
"Imprinting is when a wolf finds their soulmate" Carlisle explained carefullyÂ
"So a wolf is my soulmate? They hate us! They want us dead!" I yelled "Not to mention I'm not even allowed on their land"
I started walking towards the house, wanting to be away from everyone.Â
"Some soulmate" I scoffed to myself, knowing the others could hear too.Â
I walked into my room, shutting my door and locking it.Â
I grabbed my laptop and started researching about the wolves, and their legends, and mostly about imprinting. Apparently it didn't happen very often, it was described as extremely rare. I didn't even know the wolf, I had no way of finding out who he was either. I wasn't allowed on their land, not that I was brave enough to even go close.Â
To make matters even worse, I'm not sure there was anything I could even speak to about this..Â
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