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The Clandestine Culinarian Pt. 2 | Azriel x Reader

Summary: After you’re introduced to his family and move into the House of Wind, you begin training with Azriel as a way to pass time and cope with your losses, but something unexpected happens, and a seed of jealousy begins blooming in another female’s heart.

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of blades, family deaths, itsy bitsy angst, nothing too bad.

A/N: I feel like this isn’t my best work but it pulled me out of writer’s block so whatever, lmk if you want a part three, hope you enjoy it <3

Requests are open!

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When you woke in the morning, Azriel was gone, probably off to his room, or house now that you thought of it.

You weren’t sure why you expected him to still be there, or why a little bit of you felt disappointed that he wasn’t.

Stumbling out of bed, you found some clothes in the closet that looked like they’d been borrowed from you for the time being, a few dresses and some pairs of tunics and pants. You ended up putting on a simple romper that went down just above your kneecap, a light flowery purple. Your niece would’ve liked it, you thought.

Miraculously, there were fresh toiletries and supplies in the bathroom, and so you brushed your teeth so hard your gums bled, and pulled a brush through your unruly hair until it finally settled down a bit.

After what felt like an hour of trying to smooth down the loose ends, you gave an exasperated sigh and moved on to slip some shoes on your feet. When you were finally all dressed and ready, you looked in the bathroom mirror at your reflection.

You looked…fine. Not overly bad, but the lasting effects of your grief were still obvious in the slight redness of your eyes, or the hint of puffiness in your cheeks where tears had rolled down the night before.

“I’m going to be fine.”

You murmured to yourself while staring into the mirror. You were upset and sad and angry, but the world didn’t stop, and neither could you.

“Y’know, usually when I want to feel good about myself I just go flirt with the ladies, but to each their own-“

A low, brusque but amused voice drawled from the doorframe, making you jump and spin to face him, one hand over your now-racing heart.

“Mother above, you scared me!”

You said, sighing and shaking your head before looking up at the stranger.

Not exactly a stranger, you reminded yourself. The General. You could recognize him almost immediately, his large muscular body, the stubble on his face, and his golden hazel eyes, not to mention the dark black hair that was tied back in a man-bun right now.

He only chuckled at your fright, giving you nothing short of an idiotic grin. A hint of sympathy was behind those eyes, you thought.

“So you’re the lady friend Az brought, huh? Welcome to the family, then.”

He said, not elaborating any further as he slung his large arm around your shoulder and began guiding you out of your room, into what seemed like a dining room. A glimmer of something knowing also lurked in his eyes.

The High Lady, Feyre sat down in one of the chairs, Nyx bouncing on her knee and eagerly shoving a piece of bacon down his throat while Rhys watched and snorted in amusement. Another female, Elain, was in the kitchen, cooking up a large breakfast for the entire family and seeming happy while doing it. Nesta seemed to be helping if only to have a taste of the bacon while it was still steaming hot how she liked it.

“Go have a seat, I’ll have our Elain make you a plate.”

He said, releasing you from his grasp if only to push you towards the table. Before you could manage thanks, he’d already strode off into the kitchen, arms wrapped around Nesta’s waist as he pressed little kisses into her neck from behind.

You hesitantly sat down in one of the chairs, feeling a bit out of place in this family’s home. Feyre and Rhys both glanced up at you, sharing a glance between themselves before she gave a polite nod and warm smile, going back to feeding Nyx.

“Ah. I hope you slept well, at least. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

Rhys said, still glancing over at Nyx and quietly snickering before turning his full attention to you. As you opened your mouth to speak, his expression turned a bit serious, making you pause a moment.

“I hate to tell you like this, but because of the…business, you and your family were running, nothing can be held against Kier or his men. I’m truly sorry I can’t-“

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

You cut him off, feeling bad for it but then going on, watching as his violet eyes almost widened. You knew that nothing could be done from the moment Kier’s men had stormed into the bakery. There was nothing Rhys could’ve done to save them, and nothing you could’ve done either, other than shutting down the business.

“You’re already letting me stay in your home, with your family, and providing for me, so please, don’t apologize for anything.”

You finished. He paused a moment, before giving a slight dip of his head as a nod, that he wouldn’t do it again despite what he might believe.

Elain and Nesta came out, plates in their hands while Cassian trailed behind with another few in his, and they passed them out to everyone, including you. It was a healthy variety of normal breakfast foods, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns, etc.

They all sat down and began digging in while talking, and you weren’t about to not follow their example.

“I forget how much of a bitch cooking can be,”

Nesta said, before taking a bite of toast.

“Yeah, guess we are a bit spoiled back home, huh? Living in a sentient House and all.”

Cassian said with that big idiotic grin, nudging her with his elbow as he swallowed. That comment alone made you swirl with questions.

“Sentient House?”

You asked, raising a brow. That only made Rhys chuckle and shake his head.

“Yes, Cassian and Nesta live in the House of Wind. It’s a sentient home right off of Velaris, on the border almost.”

He replied, a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t forget Az, he’s quiet but he can be a menace when he wants to be.”

Cassian said with his mouth full. Nesta rolled her eyes and swatted him for talking with his mouth full, at which he dramatically acted like he’d suffered a fatal wound.

“You don’t know the half of it. Once he rearranged my entire personal bookshelf in reverse alphabetical order. It took me an entire day just to sort them back out.”

She said, huffing just at the memory alone. You couldn’t help the little bit of genuine laughter that escaped your lips from that.

“What did you do to piss him off that bad?”

You then asked, and Nesta smirked, clearly enjoying thinking about what she'd done to poor Azriel.

“I gave them some money and told them to go have fun. They ended up winning a jackpot that Azriel had to go claim the money for. You should’ve seen the owner’s face when he realized that the shadows had won, I don’t think the shadowsinger has set foot in that place since.”

She said, and Cassian began laughing at that alone, while Rhys and Feyre snickered, and Nyx began giggling and babbling over a hash brown. Cassian’s face went thoughtful for a moment before he glanced up at you.

“You know, you could start training with Az maybe. It’s sort of a custom for our newcomers to start training.”

He said, glancing at Feyre and then at Nesta, who both raised a brow at him. Elain then spoke up.

“He’s always on missions, though. Wouldn’t the inconsistency make it useless?”

She asked in that annoyingly innocent tone, almost like she was a child trying to please their mother with how dainty and sweet they were. You didn’t know why it annoyed you as much as it did, the fact that she knew his schedule, and was actively discouraging you from spending time with him.

“He’s not on too many, things have settled down since the war ended. I think it could help keep your mind off things, too.”

Rhys said with a little nod as if confirming this.

“It’d be more practical if you moved to the House, then. It gets a bit too quiet sometimes, so we wouldn’t mind.”

Nesta said with a shrug, studying you intently for a moment before going back to eating her breakfast, halfway on Cassian’s lap already.

“I’ll ask Az after breakfast, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Cassian said, before shoving another mouthful of fried egg in his mouth, at which Nesta cringed and gave him a look, playfully disgusted.

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“You want me to what?”

“Train her, just in the mornings like what I do with Nesta and her friends. It'll get her mind off of things.”

“Cassian, you know that I can't commit to that with my work-”

“I think you're just scared of females.”

Cassian retorted, in the most serious tone he could manage while Azriel gave him an incredulous look, annoyed.

“I am not scared of females.”

He said firmly, glaring at his brother.

“Oh yeah? When's the last time you've had a hookup?”

Azriel’s mind went frustratingly blank at that. He huffed, before replying.

“I don't see how that's relevant.”

Cassian let out a hoot of laughter, only making the crimson blush creeping up Azriel’s neck progress further.

“See? You are scared of females. Are your nightmares haunted by the sight of pussy?”

Cassian said, making his voice quiver on purpose with his last sentence, making a little ‘oooooh’ sound as if a ghost were haunting Azriel. Azriel only scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fine. I'll train her if you'll stop tormenting me.”

He said, a begrudging resignation in his usually firm and cold tone. Cassian gave a grin of triumph, clapping his brother on the back as he walked past him.

“Good. Treat her well, she's been through a lot.”

He said, before walking out and leaving Azriel alone in the cold office he owned in the House of Wind.

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He seemed to have snuck into your life much faster than you'd expected him to.

You’d moved into the House of Wind, which hadn’t been difficult given your lack of actual things to pack and move, and very slowly adjusted to living in a sentient House.

It still scared the shit out of you when the bath would randomly start running at the perfect temperature, with all the oils you loved, at the exact time when you were thinking about how much you’d like a bath. Or the times when perfect meals would show up, both healthy and also satisfying your specific cravings, and how the House almost adjusted to fit your needs every time, providing you with everything you needed, clothes, entertainment, food, water, and more.

The training was a different subject, though.

You still could barely do the stretches Azriel tried to work you through. His lithe, muscular body could pull it off flawlessly, which you supposed was a given for someone who had centuries of practice and experience. Most of the time, it only succeeded in you being sore and aching in the mornings, and that was how it went for what felt like years, though only a month had passed.

There was one thing you particularly enjoyed about your training, though.

“Like this, your arm should be hooked around, but not depending on it too much..”

His voice was quiet but strong, confident, and sure as he always was in his silent way as he guided you. His own muscular body, donning no shirt, performed the same exercise you were supposed to be doing, and mimicking poorly.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by the winding tattoo that seemed almost alive as the rising sun cast an orange glow of light against his body, creating a perfect contrast and mixture with his already-tanned skin and midnight hair. Not to mention the light purple color that was projected onto the ground through the thinnest parts of his wing’s membrane, the sun casting light against it as well.

Azriel had grown closer to you in the month you’d been around him, and you’d noticed him observing you intently as if to catch every little habit and quirk about you. You’d been watching, too, seeing the way his fingers might twitch if exposed to the cold, or how his wings fluttered ever so slightly when a cool breeze went by, and all of the things he tried too hard to conceal and lock away.

“…”

You snapped out of it, seeing him watching you with a blank stare, only a glimmer of suspicion and curiosity in his dark hazel eyes.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

You said, shaking your head to get yourself back into the headspace of training, where you could forget your grief and sadness, and become something new, something freer and unbound.

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Azriel knew he was pushing it when only one and a half months into your training he slowly began introducing you to swordplay.

He didn’t give you a real sword, over his dead body would he provide a real weapon to a beginner, you had to earn your steel, but for now he gave you a worn wooden one. The same one Nesta had used when Cassian had started training her.

You’d seemed unsure about it, but accepted it without complaint, as you seemed to do with most he did these days. He had caught himself several times, the lingering glances, his hands ‘accidentally’ brushing against your waist, the sparkling heat in his veins when he saw you in those tight Illyrian leathers, trying to obey him and go into the positions he showed you.

He was wondering if you’d caught him, though he already knew the answer.

It was nearly impossible to resist the urge when his shadows screamed and cried silently out for you when they tried to shove you two together and force him to confront you with his suppressed feelings and desires. He’d never felt them so strongly attached to someone other than himself before, and it made him a bit uneasy.

However, it all came to a climax when today, for what felt like the hundredth time, he knocked your wooden sword to the ground and had you pinned beneath his gaze, but this time, his sword against your neck, hands holding you down, something different happened.

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It felt like a warmth blooming throughout your entire body, as if someone had lit the butterflies in your stomach on fire and they were now exploding and popping, sending waves of heat and shock throughout your being. Though you didn’t know what was fully happening, your instincts did.

Azriel stumbled back as if he’d been hit, staring wide-eyed at you, and as you opened your mouth to speak he immediately disappeared in a flurry of shadows and darkness, winnowing somewhere.

Training was over for today, you assumed, as you tossed your wooden sword to the ground in the training ring and walked inside, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, and why he’d seemed so utterly shocked.

You knew he had his eyes on Elain, helping her harden and cook and spending time with her and seeming all too happy about it while training with you seemed like pulling teeth to him.

You tried to shake it off as you headed back into your room to decompress in a hot bath.

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Mate.

The word had hit him like a brick at that moment, and the next thing he knew he was hiccuping and sobbing, mumbling out words to Rhys in his office.

His brother held him close, not questioning what he said for now and just listening.

“She’s my mate, Rhys, and I don’t even think she knows it, but I don’t..how am I going to tell her? She doesn’t want me-“

He’d sobbed into Rhys’ shoulder, his brother quietly shushing him. It had been too long since Azriel had cried, centuries almost, and this had just broken the dam and let the flood tear through his body. The shadows seemed agitated as they swirled around the room, poking and prodding at the furniture and whatnot.

“It’s okay, Az. One step at a time, just breathe, okay? Take a deep breath, and let’s calm down.”

Rhys said in the most soothing, soft tone he could manage, one usually only reserved for Nyx and sometimes Feyre if she was lucky.

However, unbeknownst to either of them, a third person listened in. A female who’d had her eyes on the shadowsinger longer than that new girl thrown into the mix. Elain Archeron believed she was a far better match for Azriel’s stoicism and reserved nature, only she should get the privilege of seeing behind those stone walls he’d built up. A feeling of twisted jealousy and possession curdling in her sweet, loving heart, unlike anything she’d felt before.

That new girl suddenly being Azriel’s mate? That wouldn’t do.

Not at all.

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Part 3

[cas-skz]

Crumble

Wooyoung x FEM!reader

| non-idol au | drama/romance/smut | 18+!! |

Hiding your true feelings for your brothers best friend was something you had grown used to but when life took a turn, it came crumbling down even faster.

[WRITERS NOTE]

Akakakakakakaka so seeing Wooyoung with a kid caused this story to take a turn and he’s a daddddy!!!! Lmao stay tuned for part two!!! Enjoy xx

“San- my boy. We hit it big tonight. You keep this up and we’ll be loaded with cash in no time.” Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the small apartment as you emerged from the bathroom, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. The boys had just returned from their usual Friday night boxing match - underground and illegal, but the money was worth it at the end of the day.

Two set of eyes immediately scanned your body, with devilish smiles creeping onto their lips as they leaned forward on the couch. Seonghwa and Yunho, more inner fight circle boys. “Don’t be a tease, y/n, drop the towel.” Yunho shot, earning a bag of frozen veggies to be thrown at him by San. “She’s my fucking sister bro.”

“Don’t worry Sannie, I know where he’s been.” You smirked, patting San on the shoulder as you walked to your room. It wasn’t long after that you heard the boys saying their goodbyes and your brother had poked his head in your room to let you know he’d be gone for the night. “Woo is gonna crash here. He’s fighting with that bitch again.”

“Why does he have to sleep here?”

“Where else would he go?”

“Seonghwa’s? Yunho’s? That baby face security guard dude thst comes here sometimes.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Wooyoung, he’d been in your life for years and you had grown close to him but as time passed, you couldn’t help but find him addictively attractive.

“Shut up dude.” San laughed, shaking his head. “He’ll probably just be gaming all night. I’m sure you won’t even know he’s here.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, waving him off.

A few hours had past since San left and as promised, the apartment had remained quiet. You had curled up in bed watching Netflix and snacking until you finally had to use the bathroom. In just an oversized shirt, you pushed off the bed and started down the hall.

“Shit, fuck!” You yelled, strumbling into Woo as he headed back to San’s room. His hands went to your waist, holding you in place as you laughed into your hands. “You scared the shit outta me.”

It wasn’t until you opened your eyes that you realized the close proximity to a shirtless Wooyoung, his toned chest and arms sent shivers down your spine. “Sorry..” Woo awkwardly laughed, letting his hands slowly slide off your sides.

“No, it’s fine. I’m usually walking mindlessly.”

“It is your place. I’m just taking up room.”

“You do the dishes sometimes, so I guess you’re not a total waste.”

Wooyoung huffed a laugh as he gazed down at you, “I’ll let you get to it.”

You smiled gently at him before going into the bathroom, groaning quietly as you plopped down and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your face was beat red from blushing so hard and as you reached for the toilet paper, you noticed the goosebumps that had taken over your arm.

Even after shoving your feelings deep down and having a couple of relationships over the past years, Woo always had a special place in your heart. You sighed softly as you finished up, finding it nearly impossible to ignore your now throbbing clit.

You turned your back to the sink and propped yourself up against it. After finding a comfortable spot your hand quickly went to work swirling quick circles.

The thing about living in a small apartment was the unfortunate close proximity of everything and keeping things quiet, wasn’t always the easiest. You bit your lip hard as you concealed your moans,

Your mind wondered to Woo, thinking of how you’d want him touch you all over. Thinking of how good he’d feel deep inside your pussy. Your head fell back into the wall as you pleased yourself, blocking the world out.

You had almost hit your peak when the sound of the microwave door slamming shut. “Fuck” you muttered, knocking a few things of the counter as you tried to compose yourself.

“You good in there?” Woo yelled from the kitchen, that unfortunately was only a few feet away.

“Yea, I’m fine!” You replied, quickly picking up the fallen items before turning off the light. You took a deep breath and opened the door, Wooyoung’s eyes shot to you. “I’m making popcorn if you want some.”

You could feel your face burning red, “uh no, thanks though. I’m just gonna go lay down.” You babbled, flashing him a quick smile before quickly returning to your room.

Had he heard you? Did he know what you were doing? All questions ran through your head as you flopped on your bed, groaning into your pillow in frustration.

A few hours had passed before you heard noise coming from the room next to yours, lowering the volume on your tv, you could hear the sound of moaning and dirty talking could almost perfectly through the wall. You listened carefully, quickly clueing in that he was watching porn. What followed next made your pussy start to throb again.

The more you listened, the hotter things seemed to get. Woo’s soft groans entered the mix, you whined quietly as your entrance begged for attention.

Your hand quickly moved to your exposed pussy and to no surprise it was soaking wet. Your head gently knocked on the wall as you slipped your fingers inside your tight entrance, causing you to let out a small moan.

In the room next to you, Wooyoung sat directly on the opposite side of the wall, his hard cock gripped in one hand. He had been driving himself crazy the last few hours, hearing the sounds of your moans from the bathroom played in his head over and over again.

All he wanted to do was go into your room and shove his cock inside you, but he resisted and that’s when he turned to his phone. His cock twitched as he heard you start to moan, the bright red tip leaked pre-cum that he used as lube to help pump his hand.

You and Woo continued to moan and it had became obvious that it wasn’t to the porno. You couldn’t keep yourself from just moaning anymore, and softly started to speak. “I’m so wet.”

Woo audibly groaned in response, “my dick is so hard for you.”

The moans and dirty talking continued back and forth, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” you moaned

“You want me to cum with you?”

“Yea, cum with me. Cum like you’re fucking this tight pussy,”

Both your moans increased, your hands worked quickly to pump your hole and rub your clit. Your body started to shake as you got louder and louder with each rub, “I’m gonna cum….fuck”

“Cum for me.”

“Yes. Yes I’m fucking cumming.” Your body shook into orgasm as you continued to rub your clit, the other gripped the sheets as you listened to the sound of Woo panting and groaning.

“You made me cum so much,” he groaned, “what a good girl you are.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, pushing you further more into orgasm. “Only for you,” you moaned, your body hovering a bit off the bed as your came to peak.

You finally came to rest, continuing to softly moan as you came down.

“This has to be our secret, you know that right, baby?”

“Our secret.” You yawned, curling yourself up in your sheets.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You had slept peacefully through the night, feeling relieved but afraid of what was to come.

The next morning you woke to the sound of yelling coming from the kitchen, but what through you off was the unknown female who was arguing with Wooyoung.

“You’re just leaving? She needs her mother, why would you even think of leaving?”

“Because I can’t take being stuck her anymore. I need to get out and have some freedom.”

“At our daughters expense?”

The voices lowered as you heard San enter the apartment, he was quick to address the situation and defend his best friend.

“What? She trying to run away again?” San scoffed, it was a rare tone for your brother to have but you could hear the hatred in his voice.

“This has nothing to do with you San!” The female shouted.

“Considering she’s my god-child, I think it does. Why don’t you just tell him the truth.”

“San, shut the fuck up.”

You were too focused on the argument happening that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards your room, “Hey, sorry…” Woo peaked his head in, holding back a small laugh as he saw your attempt to hide against the wall.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks again as you took a few steps back, allowing Woo into your room. Your fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he set a baby carrier down, “Your brother is scary when he’s mad.” He chuckled nervously, running his hand through his long black hair.

“He cares deeply that’s why.” You said softly, kneeling on the ground next to the carrier. “What’s this little ones name?”

Wooyoung lowered himself down next to you, his closeness sent waves of warmth through your body. “This is miss Ella, my pride and joy.”

His face brightened as the beautiful baby girl smiled up at him, her small hand wrapped around his finger. “Do you mind watching her? Just until everything is sorted.” He asked.

“Of course I don’t mind.” You smiled, tickling your finger along Ella’s chubby leg. Woo quickly freed her from her carrier, standing up to embrace and kiss her sweetly. You couldn’t help but smile.

“She’s really chill and everything you need is in the bag.” Woo noted, turning to pass Ella to you. “Hey pretty girl.” You smiled as you took her into your arms. You wanted to pause this moment forever, but the yelling from the living room was only getting worse.

“Fu- thank you.” Woo said quickly, pulling you in for a quick hug. He paused for a moment, pressing a kiss above your ear before whispering, “I owe you.”

The time had past faster than expected and thankfully the three in the living room calmed down and started to speak about the situation. As far as you knew, Woo had been fighting with his, now ex, for almost a year. You remember him mentioning how she just wanted to party and bullshit her life away, thankfully it hadn’t effected Ella in any way.

Both you and Ella had passed out at some point, the quiet sound of baby sensory videos made it one of the best naps you’ve ever had.

Your eyes fluttered opened as Woo sat down on the bed, taking Ella into his lap. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You shook your head as you sat up, running a hand through your hair as you grabbed some of Ella’s snacks. “No, it’s okay. I bet this one is starving.” You popped open the can of puffs, which she happily started shoving in her mouth.

“San went out to get some stuff, he wanted me to ask you if it was okay if we stayed here for a bit.” Woo’s eyes met with yours for a quick second, “I told him I couldn’t do that to you. It’s not fair.”

“I’m not letting you guys live in a motel or something.” You chewed on the inside of your lip as you crisscrossed your legs and scooted a little closer. “She deserves somewhere safe.” You smiled down at Ella, booping her nose.

You could feel Woo’s eyes on you as you babbled with Ella, it made you feel warm and safe in a way. But with things taking a sudden turn, you felt like you had to shove those feelings back down again.

“If San says you’re staying then you are.” You insisted. “I’ll help with whatever you need.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, it’s the least I could do really.”

Your hand slowly slid to his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Please, let me help.”

His eyes met with yours again, giving you that tingly feeling you were becoming familiar with. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a long moment before he pulled back and looked at you. His eyes flashed from yours to your lips, he slowly leaned in and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Yunho! Can you watch where you’re going!” San’s voice suddenly filled the apartment, causing you to jump back and climb off the bed. “We should probably go help.” You said quickly, trying to stop yourself from blushing hard.

Thankfully Yunho had dragged Ella’s play-pen in first, so you set her up inside it with a few toys to keep her busy. The next few hours were spent helping San gather some of his things, as he planned to stay with his girlfriend so Woo and Ella could use the room.

After stuffing their faces with pizza, the boys were on their way, leaving you alone with Woo and Ella.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you washed the dishes, lost in your own thoughts when a set of arms gently wrapped around your core. “I could have done those.” Woo said softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, doing dishes actually relaxes me.” You laughed, glancing down at his hands as his thumb gently rubbed against your stomach. You knew shoving your feelings down was going to be a challenge.

“Hey, I think we should-” You paused to turn around, taking his hands in yours. You looked into his eyes, getting lost in sparkly brown galaxies for a moment. “I just…” your eyes trailed to his lips before shifting back downward.

His pressed a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. “I know.”

You rested your head against his chest, taking in his scent. The feeling of comfort and warmth washed over you as you hugged him back, “You have no idea how much this sucks.”

A few days passed since Woo and Ella moved in and things around the apartment finally felt calm. You spent a majority of your time with Ella while Woo helped San prepare for the next fight.

After a day at the gym, Woo came home drenched in sweat and quickly took a shower after popping in to say hi to Ella. 

You were sitting on your bed reading when he walked into your room in nothing but a towel.

“I got something for you.”

“Something other than this?” You joked, sue him up and down.

He smirked and shook his head as he sat down next to you in your bed, placing a little square box down. “Open it.”

You rose your eyebrow at him before opening the black box, inside was a rose gold bracelet with a row of tiny aquamarine crystals on it. Your eyes filled with tears as a child hood memory flooded in. The bracelet was almost an exact match to one your late father had given to you and that your former best friend stole.

“Where did you find this?” You asked, looking at him through watery eyes.

“San and I where checking out a space under this pawn shop up north. I spotted it thinking you’d like it and San told me about the one your dad gave you.” Woo took the bracelet from the box and took your hand into his and placed it on. “He pouted the whole way home that I never buy him gifts.” Woo laughed, adjusting it on your wrist before holding it in his.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, placing one hand on the back of his head so you could hold him close. His wet body practically stuck to yours and as he hugged you back, he placed gentle kisses between your neck and shoulder.

You felt your body shutter at the sensation, the faintest of moans escaped your lips.

Woo’s hands slipped up the back of your shirt as your breathing picked up, he moved a small bit to get more access to your neck. His lips started to peck softly, slowly turning into gentle sucking and nibbling.

Your hand slowly slid from the back of his head and down his chest before resting gently on his waist, tempted to pull the towel open. Your legs slowly pushed down the light comforter on top of you as you moved yourself closer to Woo, unable to contain yourself any longer.

One of Wooyoung’s hands moved to your front, he slowly ran his fingers across your side boob before starting to play with your nipple. You moaned softly, letting out a small whine as he finally pulled away and looking at you with shy eyes. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You leaned away from him and nodded, helping him as he slipped you out of your shirt, exposing your naked body. Your cheeks rushed a dark red as your finger tapped on the loosely wrapped towel, you pulled it open with his permission.

You both took a minute to scan each others bodies, Woo fingers trailed against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“I want you.” Woo whispered.

You scooted back on the bed, giving him room to lay down next to you. His towel fell as he stood to reposition, his hard cock stood to attention as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

Your lips were now itches away from his, “We shouldn’t.” Your hand trailed down the side of his body before resting on his hip. “But I don’t think I can keep myself from you any longer.”

Wooyoung pulled himself closer to you, “So don’t.” His lips brushed against yours, “He knows I’m in love with you.”

“W-what? What ar-”

His lips crashed into yours before you could finish your sentence, kissing you deeply and passionately.

You let your whole body sink into the kiss, tangling your legs with his as you moved your hand to his cock while his found its way to your clit.

He was everything you’d dreamt about and even better than you’re fantasies. Wooyoung made your entire body feel electric.

You moaned against his lips as you became more and more aroused. A small gasp escaped your lips as he slid a finger inside your tight entrance, you could hear how wet you were with each movement his finger made.

Woo’s head dipped down to your chest, where he placed kisses all around your breast before taking the nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tender bud, flicking and sucking.

“Fuck.” You moaned, tangling your hand in his hair as he leaned you onto your back. His mouth moved to your other nipple and your hands gripped the sheets as he added a second finger into your pussy.

Woo trailed kisses back up to your lips as his fingers slowly slid from inside you, “Taste.”

You opened your mouth as he slowly put two sweet tasting fingers inside, “Good girl.” He praised, kissing you again as he guided the tip of his cock through your pussy lips.

You whined quietly as he teased your entrance, poking just the tip in and out as he slowly worked to fit his cock deeper and deeper inside. You cursed against his lips as your nails dug into his chest and his thick cock filled you out.

You held each other close as you continued to fuck, whispering sweet nothings to each other and none stop kissing. You couldn’t help fall for him more and more as the night went on. It felt so new but familiar at the same time.

You woke the next morning in bed alone, but to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen. You ran a hand through your hair, still damp from the late night shower you had with Woo and grabbed one of his long sleeve shirts before making your way into the kitchen.

You stood back and took a moment to take it all in. Wooyoung cooking away with Ella balanced on his hip, chatting away with her about colors and numbers.

“Morning.” You said softly, walking towards the two and placed a kiss on Ella’s cheek before Woo’s.

Wooyoung smiled down at you, “Could you put her in her chair please.” He asked, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course.”

When you turned around again, Woo quickly cupped your face and kissed you deeply, pulling you in as close as he could. “I couldn’t kiss you properly with her in my arms.”

You leaned up on your tippy toes as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “I guess we can forgive you.” You teased.

After a few minutes, Woo joined you and Ella at the table, pulling you onto his lap as you happily enjoyed the meal he made. It made your heart warm.

Weeks started to fly by as you grew closer to Wooyoung, falling more and more in love with him. You also got to know Ella a lot more, her habits and routine, things that made her happy or upset. She was pretty easy once you figured out what the problem was.

Wooyoung and San had been winning fights left and right, bringing in more money than their accounts could hold. While things seemed to be going perfectly, it suddenly came crashing down.

The door slammed opened just as you were finished changing Ella, a wave of panic and urgency filled the home.

“Y/N, get your things. Now. Whatever you need for at least a month” San ordered, his eyes filled with anger as he stormed through the house, grabbing your items of clothing and shoving them into a duffle bag.

Wooyoung was right behind him, your heart dropped as your eyes met with his. “What’s happening?”

“Y/N! Hurry!” San yelled from your room.

“We need to get you two out of here.” His words were cut short as San came out of your room, once again shouting an order at you to gather your things.

Within a few minutes you had gathered just about everything you could think of, anything you needed on a daily. It took all your energy to hold your emotions back as the sight unfolded in front of you, San and Woo were running back and forth packing things into an unfamiliar vehicle.

“Woo…please tell me what’s going on?” You asked as Ella started to cry in your arms. You softly patted her back and shushed her as he quickly started to bring you to the SUV, doing everything in your power to hold back tears.

Without an answer, he swept Ella from your arms as San spun you towards him.

“You trust me?” He asked, looking you directly in the eyes.

“Always…”

He pulled you into a hug, immediately causing the tears to fall from your eyes. “I promise we’ll come back to you and Ella.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” You shoved yourself back from him, anger now taking over.

“We have to go. I love you.”

He rushed over to his car, yelling at Woo to wrap it up.

You yelled after him, trying to follow when Wooyoung grabbed your wrist and turned you to him. There was sadness in his eyes and it broke your heart.

Your tears started to fall again as he pulled you into him for a kiss. The salty taste from your combined tears slipped between your lips.

“I love you. Please take care of her.”

Wooyoung quickly got you into the car where Ella was sitting in her car seat, holding one of Woo’s shirts. He gave you one last kiss before closing the door.

“No…No!” You cried out, trying to open the door. Childlock was on, and he was already quickly heading towards the other car.

As both cars took off in opposite direction, there was nothing you could do but fall onto the seat and cry.

PART TWO

[julilovesyou444]

my first ~ tom kaulitz

background ~ love confession that leads to something else, all from Tom’s point of view.

warnings ~ no proofreading, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, smut, p in v, praise, oral fem receiving, breeding ig? idk tbh but it’s naughty sooooo🙉🙈 be prepared LMAO

a/n ~ heres a small blurb, writers block is going insane rn. also someone called my writing “corny” or something… like if you don’t like it, then DONT READ‼️what do u want me to say? sorry??? nah. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THIS BESIDES HEAD SO PLS BE NICE IDK WHAT IM DOING. I learned everything from here and wattpad so don’t blame me😓 thanks for the love too

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I was sitting on some raggedy couch, girls practically throwing themselves at me. we had finished a concert about an hour ago, and i insisted that we partied to celebrate. I had no idea I’d be so miserable. I slowly sipped my drink, looking around. girls were saying all kinds of things to me, touching me, but they were all so incoherent. I didn’t care about them right now. I couldn’t focus on them while I was looking for her.

my eyes continued their search throughout the crowded room until they found what they were looking for. there she was. standing off to the side, drink in her hand, smile on her face. bill and I had met her right before we started our band. she had always been so close with bill. i had been so jealous of that. i wanted to be as close to her as she was with bill, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let myself. the feelings she made me feel were so unfamiliar, and they scared me. I hated not being in control, and whenever I was around her, I lost complete control over myself and my thoughts.

she looked so beautiful, tonight. of course I would never tell her that. it wasnt my place. we didn’t talk to each other like that. even though I wish we did, at least sometimes. I adored how her clothes hugged tightly to her figure and how confident she acted without being cocky. bill had invited her on tour with us. I was reluctant, I didn’t know how I would feel with her being with us all the time. but I didn’t want to be the only one to object, so I accepted.

it was always fun with her, she knew how to electrify a room and light it up instantly. i avoided time alone with her. I hoped she didn’t think I was doing it because I didn’t like her. i just got… nervous.

I watched her from the couch until her eyes connected to mine. I thought she would look away, but she didn’t. She brought her cup to her mouth and took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving mine. the lights from the party flashed in her eyes, making them sparkle as if diamonds were encrusted in them. I could stare into them all day. I couldn’t read the look on her face. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling about this; about me.

Some random girl shoved my shoulder, causing me to look over.

“Can you stop being so boring? I think i might get another drink…”, she complained and slurred , clearly drunk. I rolled my eyes and sat her on the couch, getting up as I did so. My back was turned to the party and I tried to get this hammered girl to calm down. Eventually, I was able to get her to just chill out on the couch. I turned around, wanting to see if she was still watching me. To my disappointment, she was gone. I looked around. I looked around the party some more, and again, and again.

“where the fuck did she run off to?”, i muttered to myself, slowly turning myself in a circle, trying to locate her possible location. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted her.

That’s when my eyes landed on a set of stairs that led upstairs. I walked over, randoms saying hi to me as i did. music was blaring and the room had cans and solo cups lining the floor. it reeked of bad weed and alcohol. I made my way to the top of the stairs. I came at a stop when I got to the upstairs. it was still loud, but definitely not as loud as it was downstairs. there was a single long hallway, lined with tall doors, and at the end of the hallway was a big bay window that faced the back of the house. no lights were turned on, but the moon shone brightly and dimly lit up the corridor. I saw her, sitting down on the little cushions by the window, gazing out. she didn’t know I was here with her. the moonlight danced on her skin, illuminating her so perfectly.

I walked slowly over to her. As soon as I came in her eyesight, I noticed she was a bit startled, but relaxed when she saw it was just me.

she gazed back up at the night sky, the millions of stars reflecting onto her pupils. she looked so ethereal with the moon light dancing on her skin.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”, she softly asked, as she interrupted my thoughts. she looked over at me with the sweetest smile.

I wasn’t even looking at the moon, just at her.

“Very…”, I mumbled.

She smiled at me and looked back towards the window.

“What are you doing up here? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”, she said. I scoffed.

“I usually enjoy these parties, but tonight, I don’t know, I’m just not feeling it I guess.”

“Really? You had so many girls all over you… I would’ve thought that you’d be in heaven.”, she laughed. I smiled and shook my head a little.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me… I just didn’t want them like I usually would’ve.”, i shrugged.

“Is anything bothering you?”, she asked, looking genuine.

“the tom I know would never not be enjoying the fact that so many girls were all over them.”, she added.

“I don’t know… it’s just that, I’ve been dealing with some shit and I don’t know how to handle it.”

“maybe if you tell me, I can help. I know we aren’t like best friends or anything but you know I’m always here for you, right?”, she asked, looking up at me and placing her hand on my arm.

“yea, yea, I know… I think it’ll feel good to finally tell someone. I know a lot of the times I get perceived as a guy who only likes girls for things like sex and their bodies, and to be honest, it’s somewhat true. there’s just this one girl, this one girl, that I like way way way more than that, and I don’t know what to do or how to tell her.”, I vented.

“does she like you back?”

“that’s the thing… I don’t know.”

“oh, c’mon Tom, everyone likes you, im sure she does too.”, she tried to reassure me.

“you think?”

“positive. uh… sorry if this is invasive or something, but who is this girl? just curious…”, she said quickly. I cocked my head and smiled at her curiosity.

“Why do you wanna know?”, i asked.

“Um… nevermind, forget it. I don’t know why I wanted to know…”, she looked away from me.

“well i can tell you something about her…”, I started. I decided it was now or never. I had a feeling that my feelings were mutual.

“Hm?”, she said, looking back to me. I leaned down and let my mouth hover by her ear.

“she’s standing right in front of me.”, i said, just above a whisper. I could feel her tense up. I looked at her face. her eyes her wider and her mouth, slightly agape.

“what?”, was all she said. I stood up straight.

“You heard me.”, i said.

“you can’t just say that and not say anything else.”, she protested.

I shrugged.

“… are you being serious?”, she asked in a hushed tone. I looked over at her and was met with her big eyes.

“dead serious.”

“So you actually-”

“Like you? Mhm, yep, surprised me a bit too.”

She didn’t say anything and just stood there silent for a moment, processing everything I just told her.

“how does that make you feel, hm?”, I asked.

she didn’t say anything for a moment, but I watched her previous face turn into one of confidence.

“good, tom. it makes me feel good to know you feel the same way I feel about you.”

i smirked.

“you already knew that though, didn’t you?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“pfft. Of course I did.”

~

I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. as soon as I turned around, she was all over me. she pulled me by my neck down to kiss her, and i let her. her hands moved to the sides of my jaw, pulling me in as if I could get any closer. I pressed my hands on the small of her back, bringing her body flush against mine. my hands found a comfortable position on her hips. we kissed so much, I felt I was floating. her hands roamed my body as we did, feeling my skin where-ever she could. I used my hands to back her up against the counter. I moved them to be under her thighs, and she quickly got the memo. I hoisted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the counter. this way, it was easier to get to other places i wanted to explore.

I pulled back admired her for a second. sitting on the counter, just waiting for me to come back. I couldn’t stay away for long.

I moved my lips to her neck, leaving little soft and short kisses all over. I began to lightly suck, and as time went on, I starting going harder. she gave me the exact reaction I wanted, her little gasps and panting motivating me to do more.

I traveled from her neck, to her collarbone, then to a little lower. my hands found the bottom hem of her shirt. I looked up at her.

“can I?”

she quickly nodded and that was all I needed to see. I took her shirt off.

I felt my breath get caught in my throat. she was wearing a small lacy black bra.

“holy…”, I breathed out.

i snaked my hands around her torso and unclasped it, never breaking eye contact.

“you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”, i said huskily.

“thank you.”, she said, blushing. she looked away from my eyes as I peeled the bra off of her.

“hey, don’t be shy now. I’ve always thought you were beautiful, always wanted to tell you that. I’m glad I can now.”, i said, reassuring her. she looked back at me and smiled. I kissed her, much softer and gentler than I had been. my hands made their way to her boobs, massaging them slightly. I felt her breathing pick up a little. I kept kissing her, but I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at her reaction. i played with her nipples between my two fingers, simply trying to get a reaction out of her. I successfully did just that, little noises escaping her throat as I continued. I pulled away.

“you like that?”

her eyes were screwed shut as she fastly nodded. I looked at her body as I kept playing with it. she was so hot. so so hot. I was so turned on, just at the sight of her.

“I wanna take care of you. Can I do that?”, I asked, my hands tracing up and down her thighs.

“please.”, she said. i smirked. her desperation made me want to pleasure her all the much more.

“I don’t do this that much, but for you, I will. you’re special.”

she opened her eyes and watched as i moved down to my knees. I used to hands to ride her skirt up, and then placed them on her knees to slowly open her legs. I loved teasing her. she was wearing light pink underwear, heavily contrasting the bra I had just taken off. There was already a little wet spot on them.

“Awwww, you’re already so excited, princess.”, i cooed, my fingers lightly brushing over the spot. she breathed in quickly at the contact. she lifted her hips and let me take her underwear off. I stuck them in my back pocket and refocused myself on the sight in front of me. I feverishly left kisses on her inner thighs while mumbling praises to her.

“so…so… pretty.”, I murmured.

I kept getting closer and closer to the place she needed me to touch her most. I could tell she was getting needy.

I ran my fingers down her slit, collecting all of the wetness that had formed. i stuck them in my mouth and watched as her mouth fell open due to my actions. i put my head back in between her legs and started licking her clit. my hands were gripping her thighs, keeping them all the way apart. she gasped and threw her head back as I kept going. I used one of my hands to put one of my fingers in her. I looked up and saw her eyebrows knit together and her nose scrunched up. her mouth was slack and so many pretty noises were leaving. her one hand gripped the edge of the counter while the other one tangled itself in my hair. after a good couple minutes, I decided to switch it up and moved my tongue down to her hole and my fingers rubbed her sweet spot. this did things for her, and I could tell how much pleasure she was receiving. she started repeating my name, over and over again. I started to pick up the pace, and her moans grew louder. I was thankful for how loud it was outside, but I also wouldn’t have cared if people could hear us.

I felt her legs tighten around my head, and then begin to shake. her chest was heaving, up and down, uo and down. she kept telling me she was close, but it was hard to hear her because she was so out of breath. I kept the pace I had, fucking her with my tongue, as she rode out her high. as she came, I made sure to lock up every last bit. she managed to open her eyes and watch me as i did.

“you’re so hot.”, she panted out, catching her breath. I stood up, now wanting to get a little pleasure for myself. I took her off the counter and spun her around so her backside was against me. I lowered my head to her ear.

“you were so good for me, love. I love seeing you come undone, can we do that a second time?”, I asked, my lips pressed to her ear.

“mhm.”, she nodded, making eye contact with me in the mirror. with that, I bent her over the counter and unzipped my pants. I pushed her entire skirt up all the way so I could get a look at her entire ass. she was bent over, waiting for me. if I was able to take a picture, I would’ve. she looked so incredibly good. I didn’t think she knew how much I had dreamed for this moment.

I ran my tip through her fold, teasing her a bit. she was already wet from her previous climax, so I didn’t need to prepare her too much. I pushed myself into her, but not the whole thing. I watched her face in the mirror. she gripped onto the counter top, and her jaw was slack once again. I let her get comfortable before pushing myself in further, all the way until i bottomed out. she moaned, letting her head fall. I waited a moment for her to get used to my size before I began to steadily move. her head was still down, facing the counter. I used my hand to grip her chin and move her face back up. I started to move a little faster.

“I want you to watch yourself.”, i said. she started to watch all the faces I was making her do in the mirror, and I was going crazy over it. my eyes kept darting between her face and then down, to see myself pound into her.

“mmm, you’re taking me so well, baby. you’re being so good for me, right now.”, I groaned out. during the whole thing, she was a moaning mess. I loved it. I loved how vocal she was about how good I was making her feel.

my arm wrapped itself around her and found her clit again, rubbing figure eights on it. I watched the pure ecstasy spread across her. I kept going all the way in, and almost all the way out before pushing my length back into her at such a fast pace, I knew she would be a mess in minutes. I knew I would be too.

And I was right. after only a small amount of time, she was having trouble keeping her head up.

“Tom! im- im so close again-“, she cried out as I didn’t let myself slow down.

“I know baby, I am too-“

I let my other hand massage her ass, slapping it a couple times too.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I was close. I had been for a while too, but I was holding out for her. I felt the knot in my stomach keep growing and growing, but I could feel it starting to become undone.

“Tom- im, im coming-“, she panted out. her boobs bounced every single time I went in and out.

“me too”, my eyes screwed shut as reached my climax. I felt her reach hers right before me, her legs shaking and a string of moans in the air. that pushed me over the edge, and I felt the knot become completely undone. I groaned as I released into her, my seed dripping out of her hole. I rode out my high for a little, but eventually stopped moving. she was catching her breath.

I pulled over and quickly cleaned myself before zipping my pants back up. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned her up too as she resteadied herself. i insisted on helping her get dressed again, despite her saying she could do it on her own. I put her bra and shirt back on. we kept giggling as I did. high off of life. I had wanted to keep the panties i pocketed, but she begged for them back. they were her favorite pair. she put them back on and then readjusted her skirt and hair in the mirror. I leaned against the wall, observing as she did.

“I didn’t think i would ever tell you I liked you.”, I admitted.

“why not?”, she asked, still fixing her hair.

“I think I was too nervous… you know I feel like your the first real crush I’ve ever had.”

“awww, im your first???”, she joked around.

“yes, you’re my first.”, I rolled my eyes playfully. I crossed my arms across my chest.

she turned around and hugged me, placing her head on my chest. she was smiling so big at my confession. I loved her smile. I loved everything about her.

“it’s okay tom, you were mine too.”, she said.

“Wait what?”, I hugged her back with a confused look on my face.

“I’ve liked you since I was like nine, silly. that’s why I was always so close with bill and not as much as you, I was always too like scared to be around you because I had a crush on you.”, she confessed.

“Really??? How did I not know this??”, I asked, shocked.

“I don’t know, you’re just really oblivious, I guess.”, she teased.

I laughed and looked down at her.

finally, i got what I had wanted.

her.

[nightmaresmoons]

Doll Baby - Fluff

loser!Ellie, smart!bimbo!r, black!r, modern highschool au, I think that's it..

You stood in front of your locker, the inside decorated with all sorts of pink. You applied your sparkly pink lip gloss to your full lips. Ellie leaned against the locker next to yours, her eyes never leaving you.

"So uh, I got you something." She chuckled shyly, pushing her glasses up on her noise.

You put the cap back on your lip gloss and quickly turned to Ellie. "Really? Aw you're so sweet." You grabbed her face and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

She giggled nervously, her cheeks turning red. "Here." She dug through her pockets and brought out a gold necklace.

You took the necklace gently and admired it in your hands. "It's perfect."

Ellie shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets. "I saw it while walking home and I thought you would like it."

"You're the best." You wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged tightly, your boobs pressed against her.

"It's nothing really." Ellie rubbed the back of her neck as you let go, her face completely red.

"Help me put it on." You turned around handed the necklace back to Ellie.

"Yeah, I got you." It took a bit but she got it on. "There."

"I love this necklace and I love you." You gave her quick peck on the lips before shutting your locker. "I gotta go to class now. Byeee!" You blew her a kiss as you walked off. Leaving Ellie still standing there with the most love struck expression.

You were gonna be the death of her.

my writers block is gone for now!

[klausysworld]

So I want to say something before I request what I want to request I just want to say that I love all of your storys and it's okay to have writer's block which is what it seems you have what helps me when I have writer's block is playing the music I like than thinking about it and kinda playing it out in my head it helps me a lot

Okay now for the request can you do an alpha Klaus Mikaelson where he mate who is an omega who rejects him because she is scared he will hurt her because of all the lies Elena,Damon, and Stefan tell her so she keeps on rejecting him even though it's hurting her and Klaus but one day she goes into heat (if your okay with writing that) and Klaus knows she is in heat because he can feel it so he rushes to her wanting to help her through her heat but Stefan and Damon try to keep him away from her which made him go feral wanting his mate maybe ending in smut? Only if you want to!

Need

Klaus’ senses were significantly heightened once he broke his curse. It was as though the world were brighter, everything was stronger. Including his urges, whether it be his blood lust, his sexual desire or his new found instincts for his wolf side.

His wolf seemed to mess with his head more than he’d like, it was difficult to be a hybrid, many advantages yes but his vampire and werewolf sides didn’t exactly get along.

His wolf side had all sorts of wants and needs, never happy and Klaus didn’t understand why.

When he and Stefan were on their little wolf hunt trip, he felt like he was going mad being surrounded by all the wolves. His hormones were through the roof and it felt like his wolf was searching for something, someone.

But he couldn’t find anything that fulfilled him so they moved on.

And things were going…well not great. He couldn’t find why his blood wasn’t turning the wolves and then he finds out Stefan has betrayed him.

Though maybe it was all meant to happen because his wolf found exactly what it had been looking for.

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Klaus came to halt, Elena knocking into his as he gripped her arm tightly. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, nostrils flaring as he breathed in a delightful scent. His eyes darted around the gym room for the source of this sensation and he was pleasantly surprised to find a petite girl hiding by the bleachers.

“Rebekah keep her alive for a moment” he mumbled while shoving the doppelgänger aside. Rebekah raised her rows and followed his sightline in confusion only to gain a small smirk as she grabbed ahold of Elena.

Klaus made a cautious approach to the meek girl who brought her knees to her chest as she eyed him nervously. He knelt down before her, listening to the quickening patter of her heart as it nearly left out of her chest. His hand rose to her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone making her breath hitch and his wolf growl pleasantly in his mind.

Omega

The simple one word spun through his head, his wolf finally calming. The urge for everything else was gone, he just wanted her. Touch her, taste her, scent her, hear her sweet voice and watch her submit to him. He could tell instantly how sweet and innocent she was, the perfect little submissive he knew it.

Her face automatically nuzzled into his hands as he cupped her cheeks. His eyes practically sparkled as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and he leaned a little closer to feel her breath on his face.

“Would you get away from her!?” Caroline yelled, storming over and snatching the girl from his grasp. The omega let out a squeak as she latched onto Caroline tightly allowing her to carry her away from the hybrid.

Klaus was pissed but he decided to brush it off for the moment, instead carrying on with his plans and figuring out his hybrid situation.

A mistake apparently because the second he left her, she was fed an incredible amount of horror stories of him and the next time he saw her she was reaching to scream bloody murder.

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Klaus approached the trio in the grill. Damon, Elena and Y/n as he now knew her to be called. He was looking for where Stefan had his family, he also hoped that Y/n might be a little less terrified than when he came to see her at his fathers wake. Poor thing took off faster than light when he appeared in front of her.

But looking at her, he knew she was still haunted by the things she was told.

And Damon knew exactly what he was doing as he pulled her into his side, arm around her shoulders and a kiss pressed to the top of her head as he called her a good girl.

Klaus should’ve torn his head off right there. But that would only ruin his chances even further.

Threatening them all probably didn’t help either but he couldn’t help himself.

He got to see her again at the Salvatore’s when Elena bargained for Jeremy’s life with Rebekah’s.

She was just in the living room curled up in her blankets while she watched her show. He smiled at the scene, the floor resembling a sort of nest as she remained completely oblivious to anyone else’s presence and munched on her Pringles.

He made a very slow approach to her, disregarding his sister and instead focusing on his omega who hesitantly turned her head to face him.

She looked back to the tv and he took that as an okay for him to slip in beside her, his arm moving around her waist and pulling her to his chest. He could smell the fear rolling off her but at the same time she leaned back into him.

He stayed with her until the end of her episode by which time she seemed to have fallen asleep and Damon had gotten home, standing with his arms crossed and a disgusted expression on his face as he silently demanded Klaus get out of his house.

He saw her around, often making sure to brush against her to get his scent on her, anything to get her attention. And more often than not she gave it to him and he could tell she was warming to the idea of his wolf being her alpha but he also saw the Salvatores feeding her more lies and keeping her away from him.

But he wasn’t one to back off.

Especially not when she needed him.

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The strong wave of her heat smacked him right in the face the second he woke up. All his hybrids were on edge and he felt like he was going to lose his mind.

She needed him and he knew it.

Klaus rushed straight there, shoes barely on his feed as he kicked the Salvatore’s door in only to be dragged back out by both brothers.

His deadly teeth snapped at them as they tried to keep him out, ignoring the whimpers and cries of the little wolf upstairs.

Damon took to launching any sharp pieces of possible wood at him while Stefan went to try calm Y/n down only to make her jump at him in need. Klaus could hear her soft moans as she felt the skin on skin touch with Stefan and that pushed him over the edge.

Damon was impaled through the stomach, the end digging into the wall to keep him in place as Klaus sped his way upstairs.

Stefan was swiftly removed from his omega and he had her straight in his lap. Door locked and curtains drawn as he shed his shirt and pulled her right up against him. She was already only in her underwear and an instant moan left her lips as his skin pressed to hers.

“Daddy” she whimpered and he growled softly, his hands rubbed along her arms, down her back and her legs.

“That’s it sweet omega, daddy has you now” he murmured while laying her down onto her back amongst the blankets she had layered up. “Such a beautiful nest my love” he praised and she mewed in reply.

His eyes dragged down her body, her beautiful neck all ready for him to mark, her black bra barely containing her breasts with how eager she had been to throw herself at him, her abdomen soft as he trailed his hand down to her lower belly. His fingers fiddled with the laced band of her panties, glancing up to see her eyes eagerly watching his hand.

“Tell me little wolf, how many heats have you had?” He questioned with a slight tilt of his head

“Three” she whispered and he hummed

“And how did you calm yourself down…I can’t imagine the gang let you go feral all by yourself?” He wondered while slowly pulling her underwear down her legs much to her excitement

“Had to do it myself” she whimpered and his brows rose, a smirk tugging at his lips while her legs opened to reveal her glistening core. The scent of her slick immediately overwhelmed his senses in the most delicious of ways and it had his wolf ready to devour her.

“Oh did you my pet? How so?” He pressed watched her blush a little but ultimately her wolf was too desperate to delay her chance at having her true alpha inside her during her heat.

“My fingers…but it doesn’t ever work no matter..how much” she grows quieter with each word and he strokes her inner thighs with a hum.

“Omega, love, do you know what your heat is?” He asked while inching her fingers closer and closer to her soaked cunt.

“Need touch” she whispered and he chuckled

“Where do you need it love?” He murmured and she whined in frustration as he traced her labia.

“Inside” she whimpered. He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to her torso, loving how her body arched to meet his mouth.

“And your little fingers just don’t fill you up so they sweetheart? How about we try mine for now” he mumbled while rubbing both his hands just lightly over her soft pussy.

She whispers a quiet “yes please” making him smile and kiss her stomach a few times as he rubbed his fingers through her wetness. Soft sounds left her lips as he let his thumb roll over the hood of her clit.

“You know after this you don’t get to run away any more, no more hiding behind Damon hm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and raised her hands to hold onto her knees as she pulled them to stay against her breasts.

“You have to promise little one” he pressed while his index finger slowly began to sink into her.

She squirmed under him, her pussy pulsing as she kept nodding “I promise, no running, all yours I promise”

“Good girl” he mumbled while leisurely pumping his finger inside her. A soft light left her as she relaxed against the pillows and quilts. Her walls very quickly fit to his fingers once he brought his middle one inside as well.

“Alpha more” she whined and his eyes shut, her begging was driving him to insanity. He shuffled backward a little and brought his face over her needy cunt, his lips firmly pressing to her clit making her moan out.

He let his tongue glide over it slowly at first, then quickly. Both his mouth and fingers moved fast to have her crying and writhing in pleasure beneath him. A third finger filled her, her legs moved to wrap around his head making klaus chuckle which caused a wave of vibrations travel through her. Her thighs held his head close as she whined loudly and clenched around his fingers.

He let his teeth lightly brush over the hood of her clit, loving how her body thrust up to his mouth as he used his supernatural abilities to move his fingers inside her at an impossible speed. Klaus relished in the loud moans that echoed through the house as her hands clutched the sheets below her.

She felt her alpha suck at her clit harshly, his mouth hot and wet against her as her eyes squeezed shut and a string of sounds spilled past her lips. Her foot rubbed up and down his back as she panted desperately, quite literally like a dog in heat.

A long cry left her throat as his finger curved inside her, finding that pleasant spot that had her tightening significantly and calling his name like a needy little slut

And he obliged eagerly, relishing in every reaction she had. How her body rolled to find his touch and how her vocal cords never gave up as she yelled for him over and over. A blur of “daddy” “alpha” and the occasional “klaus” as she chased that euphoric feeling.

He lightly bit down against her clit, forcing her orgasm to explode through her and all over his hand and her legs dropping making his grin to himself as his tongue licked her clean. His fingers slipped out of her before he brought them up for her lips to wrap around. She sucked them greedily and glanced up at him through her dark doe eyes.

Klaus pulled his hand away from her mouth before pressing his own lips to hers, groaning into her mouth as she wrapped both her arms and legs around him and pulled him right down into the nest, clawing at the blankets to get them over him.

He pulled away briefly only for her to forcefully drag him back, her lips desperate for his and she ground her pussy to his trousers. She moaned into him at the feel of his hard cock beneath his pants, her hands began to tug at his hair as she grew hungrier for his touch after receiving a taste of what he could give her.

“Omega-“ he grunted but she wouldn’t let him get another word out.

“Fill me alpha, want babies” she whimpered, her nails growing to claws and scratching marks into his back that soon healed. He felt his body become heavier at her words and a breathy “oh god” left him at the mere though of her carrying his pups.

“Y/n-“ he muttered

“Please Daddy, please give it to me” she moved her head to suck at his neck, licking along his scent gland before nipping it lightly.

“Bloody hell sweetheart, wasn’t expecting such eagerness from you my love” he whispered, his head tilting slightly for her to gain better access. He groaned as she gripped his curls especially hard and bit down enough to pierce his skin. He could feel his cock straining his clothes as she rubbed along it and her teeth in him was making it hard not to finish in his pants.

She pulled away to look at her mark, happy that even though it healed, two slits scarred into his neck. At the same time he looked down between them to see his trousers soaked through with her desire.

Klaus had to forcefully pin her to the bed so she wouldn’t be able to latch onto him and keep him down with her.

He leaned back on his knees, pushing her legs down despite her protests and borderline groping at him which made him chuckle as he pressed down on her chest.

“Hush sweetheart, your alpha is going to make you feel a little less needy but unfortunately my love, daddy won’t be giving you any babies today” he whispered to her making her whimper and try weasel her hands into his pants. “No no omega, not this time. You get that once you let me take you out properly” he murmured much to both her disappointment and excitement. “Just lay back and enjoy what my hands and mouth can do for you okay? Perhaps I should bring you to my house and I’ll get you some toys out hm?” He hummed and her eyes darkened further as she nodded innocently.

[okminer07]

Back with another story with no name Pt 1

This has been marinating in my head for a little bit, but I wasn't sure if I should write it. I ended up doing so to cure some writer's block. Let me know if you're interested and if I should continue it alongside my other stuff.

Jeremy's leg began to bounce nervously as he hung up the phone. He had decided; that today would be the day he'd ask her.  The question was, how the fuck was he supposed to do that?  If he hadn't been able to do it for the last three years, what made him think he could ask Lily out now?!

He sighed, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen. Several granola bar wrappers already littered the coffee table, but he really needed another one. Maybe it was his nerves making him so hungry? He had no idea. Opening the pantry, he fished out the box only to find it empty.  He groaned, shoving the box back on the shelf and closing the pantry door. Though he was still hungry, he didn't want to spend too much of his grandma's money while she was away, lest she think he was blowing it all and never leave him alone again.  It annoyed him slightly, that just now after turning seventeen she decided he was ready to be home alone for more than a night or two.

The house wasn't much different with her gone; still dark, still quiet, still always dusty. However, there was one thing to gain from her absence. She'd never let him have friends stay overnight. Well, now was his chance, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

His nerves kicked right back into gear at the thought of having Lily actually spend the night. She'd come over before yes, but her agreeing to spend the night just made him feel like he had to make a move.  The thought made him nervous, but also giddy beyond belief. 

That feeling was dashed though when he looked in the full-length mirror across the hall by the front door. He frowned, the only thing he really had going for him was his decent build, but that seemed pointless when coupled with his height. Standing at 5'3", he felt like some dwarf out of Lord of the Rings or Dungeons & Dragons. There was also the fact that he just wasn't what most of the girls at school would call handsome. His plain brown hair sat like a messy mop on top of his head due to him always forgetting to get it cut and his bulbous nose made him look almost like an orc. 

He glared down at the ground, before marching right up to the mirror. If he was going to pull this off, he'd have to crank up the charisma. Clearing his throat, he looked his reflection right in the eye before smiling, "Hey Alice, glad you could come." No no, that made him sound like a pussy. He fixed his face up in a confident smirk, "How's it going Alice, you are looking damn fine today." He shot finger guns at the mirror only to slap himself in the face, "Stupid. That's stupid. No one does that."  

Jeremy sighed. Would he even be able to do this?  What if he screwed up so bad she left? or worse? He looked back up at his reflection, straightening and rolling his shoulders back, "Alice, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for some time now, I- Ach!"

Out of nowhere, pain bloomed from his chest. Burning, aching pain that pulsated in waves and began to spread out to his limbs. His legs gave out from under him.  Falling to his knees, he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.

"W-wha- what the hell?!" he managed to squeeze out before he yelled out as the pain increased tenfold and a resounding snapping noise filled his ears. Vision blinded, Jeremy over onto his side, curled up in the fetal position as he clawed at the floorboards in agony.  He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he could do was writhe on the floor while it felt like every bone and muscle in his body was being ripped apart.

It stopped. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Jeremy gasped for air, sweat dripping from his face. W-what… What happened?  His hand came up to rub his forehead as he sat up.  He began to stand up.

"Ah!" his hands flew up to the top of his head, having hit something. He recoiled, hunching his back and finally opening his eyes.

He froze.

He was looking down at himself, seeing his cargo pants now resemble beige shorts that hugged his bottom half so tightly it was becoming uncomfortable. The red shirt he had been wearing now looked like a very short, cropped top. His heart began to race. He looked up only to have all the air in his body leave him.

The familiar open-planned kitchen and living room lay before him, looking the same as it always had except for one glaring detail. Everything seemed so much closer to the ground and even smaller. He was seeing everything from much higher up, he was higher up!

He raised his hands and looked up, gaping as he ran his fingers across the ceiling. The ceiling that had always been over eight feet high!

"H-holy- holy shit." he breathed, backing away. His skin erupted in goosebumps when he hit the nearest wall, "Holy shit!" 

Jeremy shoved himself away from the wall, falling to the floor with a loud thud. He whipped his head around every which way as he backpedaled further away. This isn't happening, this can't be happening!  His body began to tremble as he looked down at himself and then back at his surroundings. He was taller, bigger. He had grown!

"No, no!" he scrambled to his feet, crying out when his head smacked against the ceiling again. His hands came up and began grabbing and pulling bunches of his hair, "T-this is not happening!" he yelled to himself, "You're dreaming, this is just a dream!" 

He stumbled over to the kitchen and wrenched open one of the cabinets, yelping when the whole door was ripped off by his own hand. The door clattered to the floor as he hastily dropped it and hurried over to the sink. Bending down, he reached out his shaking fingers and turned the tap. He cupped his hands, gathering up the water before promptly splashing himself in the face. 

"Wake up, come on, wake up." When he opened his eyes, nothing had changed, "Come on wake up!" he cried, filling up his cupped hands again and splashing more water onto himself, "Wake up! Wake up!" when nothing changed, he began to slap his face, "Fucking wake up!"  he closed his eyes, praying that he'd be staring up at his bedroom ceiling when he opened them. Instead, he opened them to see the same scene before him.  

Moaning in exasperation, he slumped back onto the ground, the cups in the open cabinet clinking in response. How is this happening?! it can't be happening! this is impossible!  He held his head in his hands, his elbows resting upon his knees. The room stilled, the only sound that filled it was Jeremy's rapid and heavy breathing.

However, a minute or two later, a new sound rang out. Knocking. Someone knocking at the 

front door. 

Jeremy froze.

"Hello? Jeremy, are you there?" 

Crawling over to the front door on his hands and knees and not even having to get off them to reach the peephole, he peered outside. There she was, Lily. Still in her blue school blazer and a plaid skirt that was a bit big on her. As she turned her head, her curtain of black hair shimmered thanks to the setting sun.  

Jeremy felt his heart murmur at the sight of her before he began to fly into a panic. What the fuck was he supposed to do?! He couldn’t let her in, not when he was like this! Whatever this was. Seriously, people don’t just grow! People can’t! They can’t just suddenly double in size!  

“Jeremy?” Lily continued to knock. He leaned away from the door when she stood on the tips of her toes to try and peer through. 

“I uh…. I’m here.” he called, his voice shaking, “W-what are you doing here so early?” 

“Oh, I was just in the area when you called, grabbing a donut from Gusto Glaze. I got you something too” Jeremy felt a touch of warmth, hearing she had thought of him, “Are you going to let me in?” 

“Oh uh…. About that.” he feigned a cough, “I’m….. not feeling so good.” 

“Really? You seemed just fine at school.” 

He faked another cough, “Yeah well, it just kind of came out of nowhere.” he waited, praying she’d buy it. 

“I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can get you?”  

“No!” He cringed, the word coming out louder and harsher than he had meant, “No, no I’m alright. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to catch it” 

“Are you sure? I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone and sick.” 

He internally groaned. Of all the times for her to be nice and offer to keep him company, why did it have to be now? “I’m sure I’ll be fine. You don’t have to-” 

His voice was interrupted by a loud growling and gurgling sound coming from Jeremy’s middle. He winced, slapping a hand over his stomach which continued to rumble. 

“What was that?” 

“Uh, nothing.” he glared down, pressing down harder in an attempt to silence his own body. 

“Was that your stomach? Have you eaten at all today?” Lily’s voice was growing worried, and in any other circumstance, Jeremy would have been over the moon about it.  

“Of course, well not much.” that had been the wrong answer. 

“Well, you clearly haven’t had enough. You sound like you’re starving! Here, let me in so I can give you your donut and maybe make you something else.” 

The doorknob began the jiggle. Jeremy shot his hand out to hold it still, “You really don’t need to do that. I’m perfectly fine on my own!”  

“Then why did you let yourself get this hungry? Please, let me in and help.”  

He paused, thinking over her words. What if…… what if she could help? Help him with whatever the hell is going on. She had always been more academic than him. Maybe she’d at least have a figment of knowledge about whatever this was. He glanced down at his oversized body. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of her seeing him like this, but what choice did he have? If he wanted help, which he honestly did. 

“Uh, Lily” he started, “Look I’m….. I’m not sick, or at least not with the flu or anything like that. But….. but something’s wrong.”  

There was a pause before Lily responded, “What do you mean? What’s going on Jeremy?” 

He gulped, not sure how to tell her or even begin to describe what was going on, “I don’t really know. But…..” he shook his head, “Something is really wrong with me and I don’t know what to do about it.” 

“Well, let me in please so I could help you figure that out.”  

Jeremy ran a hand down his face, “Are you sure?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  

She has no idea what she’s in for. He slowly took his hand off of the doorknob, “If I let you in…. Promise you won’t scream?”  

Silence on the other side, then, “I promise.”  

He let out a shaky sigh, raising his hand and unlocking the door. He backed away, watching with bated breath as it was slowly pushed open. 

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The way you look at her PT 2

-Hyunjin

Warning: Fluff, angst, crying

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Summary: Hyunjin introduces you to his girlfriend...

Does he know you have feelings for him?

!Kinda proofread!

I hate this so much OH MY GOD. Please bare with me lol! I’ve had writers block! 🩷

**

The night was horrible.

After the new couple walked into the house if felt like the atmosphere had changed. It felt like everyone was uncomfortable. Maybe I was overthinking it but i knew I was ready to go to bed.

“So Mina,” Chan starts up a new conversation as he sips on his beer watching everyone play a game of cards.

Her legs were tangled with Hyunjin’s and her hands were all over him. Yuck.

“What do you do for a living?” Chan asks making everyone turn their focus on her.

“Oh I’m currently in retail,” she says smiling. “What about you Chan, what exactly do you do for the group?”

Everyone goes quiet as if she had just shoved a knife in all our guts and stepped on our necks. How could she not know how big Chan was in the group? Pathetic in my opinion.

“Oh, well…”

“He is the janitor!” I shout out making the boys all burst out in laughter including Chan.

“Yeah I’m the janitor,” Mina looks at all of us confused and lets out a chuckle trying not to look confused.

“No but actually I’m the leader of the group, I’m surprised you didn’t know..”

“Oh well I don’t really listen to music that much and the only reason I found out about you guys was when I met Hyunjin.”

My smile disappears and I take a sip of my drink. I knew I was tipsy and soon falling into the drunk category.

“How did you guys meet by the way?” Felix interrupts the conversation.

“Uhh Babe, do you wanna tell the story?” She smiles of at Hyunjin who kisses her on the cheek. I shift in my chair uncomfortably and look away. I.N giving me encouraging looks now and again trying to make sure I’m okay.

“Yeah sure, basically this was when me and Y/nie were at the movies! I had gone to buy us more drinks and I had bumped into her. I thought she was pretty really-“

“And I thought he was the most beautiful man on earth,” that makes Hyunjin blush.

“And I had offered to buy her a drink to make it up to her. Now here we are thanks to Y/nie!” He looks at me and smiles.

“I-I think I’m going to go get another drink.” I slur getting up and stumbling into the kitchen.

Everyone gives Hyunjin a confused look but he also gets up leaving Mina on the couch to talk to the boys who really seemed like they didn’t want to be there.

My hands shake as I grab another beer. Sweat running down my face as regret starts to churn in my stomach.

My chest starts to ache but it was worse than before. The hot tears start to slide down my cheek. The tears I was trying to hold in the whole evening as I watched my Hyunjin touch on Mina. My Hyunjin laughing with her. My hyu-

“Hey..You okay?” My trail of thought is interrupted by a soft voice. The voice I wasn’t ready to hear yet. How long did I have to pretend not to love him the way I do? God.

“Yeah totally fine,” I find my hands wiping the tears that were falling and quickly turn with a big plastic smile. His frown telling me it wasn’t convincing at all.

He stood by the door. His hair up in a bun and his reading glasses on. The same reading glasses I helped pick out for him.

He was wearing his normal black sweatpants with a large sweatshirt. His hand filled with rings and my hair tie wrapped around his wrist. He looked like the Angel he was but with a pout and a worried look.

“Y/nie, if there something wrong you can tell me you know? I’m your best-friend. Why are you crying? Is it Mina? Is she not good for me? Do you not like her?”

Yes she isn’t good for you, I am you dimwit! I silently curse to myself.

His eyes go soft as he walks towards me. His body towering over me. Trying to read me like the open book I am when it came to him.

Hyunjin could read me in an out no doubt. He loved that about me, like he said. He even once said that if him and the boys had a competition on “who knows y/n the best” he would win with his eyes closed. Might sound cringe but I find it cute. Which made my heart flutter and the butterflies in my stomach grow even more but why did I want to throw them out now? Why did I want to kill the butterflies and mute my heart? Was this how heartbreak felt like?

“Just a stressful day at work Jinnie, I’m about to go out for a smock, wanna join?” I blurt out and move from underneath him. His hand automatically wrapping around my waist to stop me from moving.

“A smock? I thought you quit it? I told you it wasn’t good for you? It puts chemicals in your body, baby, we agreed you’d stop or you going to die.”

Baby? I couldn’t help but scoff at this. Baby? Really? What was he trying to do with me? Am I some type of rebound that he tried to keep under his wing?

Not noticing the tears that had fell his hands slowly wipe them away, “Hey hey, Y/n your crying again. Please tell me what’s wrong? It’s worrying me.” My vision blurry as I let out sobs. The pain now turning into anger. How dare he? How dare he make me feel like this?!

“Hyunjin I don’t need you to babysit me okay? You’re clearly so busy with your life to care about me. So let me do what I want.” My body rips out of his grip as I watch his eyes go wide as he looks confused. His expression turning into hurt and disbelief. I refused to argue with him. I refused to get hurt. I refused to let my stupid feelings get in between him and Mina. I grab my bottle and rush out the kitchen trying to get away from the situation but he starts to follow me.

“Y/nie, I’m talking to you.” He says as his steps quicken behind me.

“I’m done talking to you.” I simply reply as I make my way through the living room.

“Guys what’s going on-“

“Not right now!” We both snap at Han who’s taken back by our harsh tone.

Everyone in the room goes silent and even Mina knew not to interrupt our little argument.

“Hyunjin just leave me alone.” I exclaim as I speed walk up the stairs. Leaving everyone confused. The hot tears were now rolling non stop.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you! You never smock unless there’s something bothering you!” He yells back.

The corridors lead me into Hyunjin’s room, my heart now beating in my neck as I try to slam the door in his face my his strength stops the door from shutting.

We were both now stood in his room and he had slammed the door shut. My sobs get loud as I stare at him. His arms crossed.

Me and him were both petty, that’s why we got along so well sometimes. If he did something I’d do something 10x worse then he would add on to that. It wasn’t the best thing when me and him argued, the whole house would flip upside down. Chan’s still traumatized from the last fight where I had thrown Hyunjin’s stool at him.

“Now you’re not leaving this room until you talk to me Y/n!”

I glare at him and walk to his balcony pulling out the pack of cigarettes.

“Y/n no!” He growls and grabs it out of my hand.

“Hyunjin!” I yell at him. But he doesn’t flinch or move. He looks me dead in the eyes before throwing them off the balcony.

“Why are you like this? Why do you have so much control over my life?”

“What do you mean Y/n?! I don’t control-“

The saying ‘think before you act’ did not apply to the shit I was about to say but instead ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’ was the biggest cause of all the shit that was about to come out my mouth.

“Yes you do Hyunjin! Why did I have to fall for you! You and your stupid brown eyes! Your stupid long beautiful locs! Your stupid pink soft lips! Why do you have to control me like this!” I scream at him, finding my self punching his chest. He stands there taking it in, listening to the words leaving my mouth at this moment. He knew I was drunk, but he didn’t know I was this drunk.

My body finally starts to give out. His hand quickly holding me before I fall to the ground.

“Shhh, princess, I’ve got you. Calm down just breathe. I’m right here. Can we go inside?” I nod my head and he slowly leads me into the room where he sits on the bed and pulls me to cuddle right beside him.

“Your okay. Okay? Just breathe. I’m here. No need to panic, I’m right here.” He rubs my back and intertwines our fingers.

“Hyunjin stop doing this to me. Please. I can’t keep holding onto this hope that someday we’ll be together.” I say softly. Removing myself from his touch.

“Y/n, look at me please.” His hand softly touching my face. He searches for my eyes as my body trembled against his. His other hand rubbing circles in my palm. He deeply sighs.

“Y/n I love you too but we can’t be together,” his voice trembles.

That’s when I hear my heart shatter into millions of pieces. I’m in my head, the thoughts run faster and faster that I don’t notice the tears in his eyes and a pair of extra eyes watching us behind the scenes

**

Ew kill me 😒 hope you enjoyed the story lol.

[louloulemons-posts]

can you do a eddie fic where gets cursed by vecna or whatever and eddie is the only one with reader if you already havent? its alright if not though

Heaven

Eddie X Reader

Word Count : 0.6k

Warnings : Not proofread, 4am writing (she’s back 👹) vecna, billy, reader feels guilt, fluffy ending, like minor angst, petnames.

A/N : i’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had the worst writers block, but hopefully i’m back now with many fics to come. Enjoy!

- Lou 🫶🏻

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It couldn't end like this, you refused to let it end like this. Your head had been pounding for days, your nose running regularly, the inability to sleep had become a regular. It was just like Chrissy.

Vecna had targeted you, taking you back to the horrific things you'd experienced because of the upside down before. The demogorgons, demodogs, the night at the mall you so wished you could forget.

Your vision has gone fuzzy. Where were you?

The mall?

No that wasn't possible.

"Hello?" you called out.

There was no answer, nothing at all.

"Hello?"

"Y/N."

Jumping and turning quickly you saw, well you could only assume it was Vecna. The monster walked towards you.

"Please," you said softly.

"It's time. I can take it all away. How you left Max without a brother, the guilt you feel for him pushing you out of the way. Poor poor Billy," he taunted, his voice deep and vile.

Your skin was full of goosebumps, as you stepped back and hit something. Turning, you saw a familiar face.

"Billy?"

His big blue eyes were glossy, his skin covered in sickly black veins, covered in a thick layer of sweat.

“Billy I-“

“You did this,” he said, voice angry but face so numb of emotion.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t want him to die for you.

“You just wanted Max for yourself, you’d always wanted a sister. So why not take mine right!” he shouted, pushing you back towards Vecna.

“No! No I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” you cried.

“Liar!” he shoved you down on to the floor, the skinless beast grinned from above you.

“It’s time.”

His long fingers came towards you, grabbing hold of your face. “No!” you screamed kicking your legs to get away.

He was too strong. “No please! Please! Someone help!” you sobbed.

“Nobody can save you now Y/N, nobody but me. You let out a cry, this was how it was going to end. This was it.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye. To your friends. Your family. Eddie. Oh Eddie. Your sweet boy.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

Oh thinkin’ about all our younger years

There was only you and me

We were young and wild and free

What was that?

You began to struggle again, wriggling your wrists against the vines that had appeared around them.

Vecnas eyes had rolled to the back of his head, meaning he didn’t notice when yours came swinging forward, headbutting him away.

The shock knocked him back, giving you time to wiggle out of the vines. Ripping them off you, you were up and sprinting towards an opening.

It looked like Eddies trailer. “Eddie!” You called out, seeing the familiar brown curls.

Baby your all that I want now

When you’re lyin’ here in my arms

I’m finding it hard to believe

We’re in heaven

You ran and ran, feeling the ground shake beneath you and heard a violent scream from the monster behind.

Large rocks began falling in your path and the ground began to crumble beneath your feet.

You had to make it, had to get back to him.

Now are dreams are comin’ true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah I’ll be standin’ there by you, oh!

A large rock lifted behind you and before you’d even thought about it you were launching yourself over it and through to the trailer. To the boy you loved.

With a loud gasp of breath your body fell into Eddies arms. His huge frame wrapping around you, holding you to his chest.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he spoke into your hair, leaving a kiss there. He pulled back holding your face in his hands.

“I know I spoke badly about Bryan Adams, but he’s now my favourite artist ever.”

“Even more than Metallica?”

He let out a laugh, “Baby he saved your life.”

“No, Edward Munson, you did.” Standing on your tip toes you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Baby.”

You’re all that I want

You’re all that I need

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

[rosesradio]

not to yap on about the CE revision & post big blocks of text, but i wanted to take a moment to show y'all that i'm working Real Hard on this :')

it's like...it's not that CE is bad per say, it's just that i think i've improved as a writer over the last year and a half, and can improve things gramattically & add better descriptions.

example from chapter 8:

before:

"The last," Nico started, his heart starting to race as he backed up a step. His vision began to clear-Mina's brown eyes flashed in the light, and with a blink, they turned a deep blood red. Her hair appeared to be on fire--or the fire itself. Her lips curled, long fangs protruding from her mouth-fangs that were already covered in blood.

Nico grabbed for the hilt of his sword on his belt-only he'd left it upstairs. He'd been in such a rush to leave, he hadn't thought about it. He started for the spare knife in his pocket as he stumbled back further, only to find the pocket empty; that was the knife he'd given to Leo. Big help that would do him now.

Just then, the door from the stairwell opened, and Piper and Leo came out. They both seemed pretty tired and inattentive-that is, until Mina shoved aside the desk monitor, which fell to the floor with an explosive crash. She then stepped up over the desk-one bronze leg, then one goat leg-each with the agility of a demon from a horror movie.

"The mortal receptionist I had to eat this morning was utter filth," Mina drawled, flames dancing around her head. "The blood of a demigod, however...so rich, running with traces of divinity and ambrosia-"

after the revision:

"The last," Nico started faintly. His brows furrowed, his heart beggining to race as he took an instinctive step back.

What happened next did Nico's self esteem no favors.

The son of Hades accredited his lack of clear vision to still waking up. (I can't spot deadly, bloodthirsty monsters before I've had my coffee!). Not to mention, his mind had been scrambled by the nightmare and subsequent events of the previous night. Sue him for not being focused on what was supposed to be a mundane part of every American vacation—checking out of the hotel.

Mina's brown eyes flashed in the light. She cocked her head quickly, like some sort of robot booting up. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes, they took on a deep blood red shade. Her curls evaporated, replaced by wild, flickering flames. Her lip curled, long fangs protruding from her mouth—fangs that were already covered in blood.

Nico grabbed for the hilt of his sword on his belt—only nothing was there.

In his rush to leave, he'd left it upstairs.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

Nico stumbled back further, fumbling for the spare knife he kept in his pockets. That was gone, too. He'd given the weapon to Leo.

The son of Hades wondered if that was the wisest choice, all things considered.

Mina shoved the desk monitor aside, which fell to the floor with an explosive crash. She stepped up over the desk—one Celestial Bronze leg first, followed by a goat leg. She moved with the agility of a demon from a horror movie. Nico had a feeling there was little limitations to the form of this empousa.

"The mortal receptionist I had to drink from this morning was utter filth," Mina drawled. "I always end up with the scraps of men. What they think is their best is really...mediocre." She sighed, batting her lashes at the son of Hades pitifully. Her form flickered, replacing flames with curly hair and blood red eyes with soft brown ones. "I always have to pretend to enjoy it, too...but I did go to a drama academy, so..."

Despite the flames dancing around her head, despite how her nails had grown into talons, the son of Hades felt compelled to stop and listen. Her voice was soothing, permeating through the back of his mind.

The empousa stalked closer towards Nico, grabbing his face with knarled hands. Part of the son of Hades urged to pull away and run. Another part urged him, his face flushing and breathing slowing, to stay.

Nico should hear her out. It really was too bad that she had been subjected to live off the blood of only mortal men.

Perhaps Nico could help her...somehow...

"The blood of a demigod is so rich," Mina mused. One talon scratched across Nico's cheek, a taste of what was to come if he stayed. "There's a high that comes with it for which no mortal drug can compare. All that divinity...some traces of nectar and ambrosia, if you've indulged recently. Would you help me experience that high, sweet hero? It has been far too long..."

The empousa tilted Nico's head to the side, warm breath fanning across his neck. Her fangs scraped gently along his skin.

Nico's eyelids grew heavy. His entire body flushed with the desire to float away and give in.

He nearly nodded.

In that moment, the stairwell door opened, Piper and Leo emerging. They were both yawning; Leo had a comb stuck in his curls as if it were making a permanent residence there. Piper still had on her Camp Half-Blood pajama shirt, which depicted the pegasus from the logo asleep with a nightcap.

[tortledimlr]

The Dead of Winter

The Dead of Winter is a commission I did for a good friend of mine last year. It is a sampler writing for future commissions I'll hopefully be doing. TW: Body horror

I should’ve listened when my friends told me to wait until summertime. I should’ve listened when the elderly Native American told me to ignore any sounds I heard from the woods, to stay inside during the night.

But I didn’t listen. And now here I am, hiding in a cabin in the middle of the freezing Alaskan wilderness, thousands of miles from anyone who cares.

My idiot decisions began in September, when I got what I thought was the offer of a lifetime. 6 months of solitude and silence in beautiful Alaska to write my book. I was ecstatic of course, and immediately called to get it set up. 

At the time, I’d only written short stories for newspapers and websites, not nearly enough to make a liveable wage. I’d tried a million times to write a full book, but I either never had the time or was facing writer's block. This opportunity seemed to be the perfect chance to get my book done, and in the scenic mountains…well, it was perfect.

“Are you sure about this, Beth?” My roommate, Sarah, said, watching me pack my bags with a somewhat worried look on her face. Her honey blonde hair was still wet from her shower, and my heart skipped a beat as I looked at her. I shook it off and looked back down into my bag.

“Yeah,” I answered, gently tucking my new, unripped jeans into the duffel bag. I’d bought an entire new wardrobe for this trip, as none of my southern California clothes would keep me warm. “It's just a couple months, I’ll be fine. Plus the house is supposed to be fully supplied for the stay.”

Sarah huffed a bit as I zipped up the bag. “I’m just…I mean, you’re not really built for that kind of weather. Have you even done any research on winters in Alaska?” I looked up to see her cross her arms, and shrugged.

“A little bit,” I said. It was a lie. I actually hadn’t done any research, I just didn’t want her to spend the next six months worrying about me. She pursed her lips as she watched me swing the duffel bag onto my back. “Chill, Sarah. I’ll be fine.”

I could tell that my words didn’t reassure her, but I couldn’t stay any longer. I had a flight in 30 minutes. I let her drive me to the airport, and she didn’t bring up the trip anymore, except to ask me to call her once I landed. I told her I would. 

Before I got out of her car, part of me wanted to admit my hidden feelings for her, but I kept it to myself. Even if she did reciprocate my feelings, I was about to be gone for 6 months. There was no way she’d be up for that.

The flight was roughly five hours of pure boredom that I spent trying to outline my book. I had the characters and the plot down, but I was struggling to get the timeline down. After a few hours, I just closed my laptop and shoved it back into its bag. By the time I did this, it had been three hours, so I decided to take a nap for the rest of the flight.

The drive out to the port was quiet, the taxi driver being mostly quiet as we drove. Like I’d thought, the landscape was beautiful once we got out of the city. The trees were huge, and just as we reached the port it started to snow. It was…breathtaking. I could feel the inspiration gears turning in my head.

At the port, I met with an elderly Alaskan Native who would be boating me to my destination. We made small talk on the boat, though it was much too loud to talk about much other than the normal pleasantries. When we finally arrived at the dock of the island I’d be staying on, the elder helped me take my bags up to the cabin. I could see it from the docks. It wasn’t huge, but it had a sort of rustic elegance about it. And for the next 6 months, it was mine.

I talked with the old man more as we walked up the small hill to the cabin. It left me a little winded, but we arrived there with little issue. As I was unlocking the door, the old man pointed out a shed on the edge of the property that held firewood in case the power went out. He told me if I thought it needed refilling, to call a week ahead so I didn’t run out beforehand.

The inside of the cabin was cozy. The kitchen and living room were one whole room, and there was a short hallway that led to the bedroom and bathroom. I set my duffel bag on the couch as I looked around at the room. One big stone fireplace, a comfy looking couch, and a wood burner stove in the kitchen.

“What was it you said you were out here for, again?” The old man asked, making me look back at the doorway. He wasn’t looking at me, though. He was staring out into the woods.

“Oh, uh, just trying to get some writing done. I figured the scenery around here would help inspire me,” I answered, sitting on the arm of the couch, facing him. After a long, quiet, awkward moment, he looked back at me.

“I see. The land around here is quite inspiring,” He said. His voice was very deep, in a way that kind of commanded attention. “Tell me, what do you know about the myths and legends of this area?”

I blushed in embarrassment then, knowing I’d have to admit to not doing my research now. “Not much, honestly. I was just eager to get out here.” I smiled sheepishly, and he nodded, looking back out at the forest.

“Do an old man a favor?” He asked after another quiet moment. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking my way. “Try to avoid going out at night. No matter what you hear, or see. There are…animals that come out at night and, no offense, but you don’t seem equipped to handle them.” His lips twitched almost into a smile, and I nodded once more.

“No offense, taken. I’ll stay inside overnight,” I promised, and he let out a sigh. I wasn’t sure if it was relief, or something else. 

“I should be going, now. I’ll be back to check on you before mid October,” He said, and I bid him goodbye. I watched him walk down to the docks, climb into his boat, and ride back off to the mainland.

I quickly grabbed a few logs from the shed before hurrying back to the cabin. For some reason, what the man had said rang through my skull. Over the next couple of days, I found myself triple checking the cabin locks before going to sleep. It was strange, to say the least.

Over the next two months, I found myself diving into my writing with a newfound passion. This island affected me in a strange way, and I was more than happy with how the writing was going. I hadn’t heard anything, or seen anything, outside at night, but every time the old man stopped by, he asked whether I had gone out at night since his last visit. For some reason, I felt like I would be disappointing him if I had decided not to heed his warning.

On this particular visit, he seemed extra worried. He was bringing me my last bits of perishable foods before I’d be stuck here alone until March. Half of me wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I didn’t want to pry in case it was something personal. As we carried the last box of frozen meats into the cabin, he finally spoke to me.

“Listen, kid,” He started, wringing his fingers nervously. I looked at him with my head slightly cocked to one side, waiting for him to continue. He hesitated a bit before clearing his throat, and starting to talk again.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do, or how to live your life, but it's going to be a hard four months out here on your own. If at any point you decide you want to leave, you won’t be able to until the water unfreezes, and even then it could take weeks. I want you to think about your decision,” He said, looking at me with deep set, nearly black eyes. I turned away from him to start putting the meat away. 

“Thank you, for your concern,” I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. I really was thankful. “But I already flew out here, it would be a waste to leave before my time here was up, y’know.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but the way he talked was almost like he was trying to keep me safe. From what, I had no idea. 

I heard him sigh again, and this one was quite obviously in disappointment. “If you insist…just remember what I told you when you arrived. Don’t go out at night, no matter what.”

He left a few minutes later, and while he was walking down to the docks, I noticed he kept looking back at the cabin with a worried expression. I was having second thoughts about my decision, but by the time I reached the cabin door, his boat was already too far away. I went back inside and locked the cabin door.

Despite my general unease, the next couple weeks passed by without issue. I had a lonely Thanksgiving eating homemade burgers and found myself missing Sarah more by the day, but otherwise it was quiet. I continued my writing, and on December 1st, I’d finished five chapters.

It was on this night that it started. I’d gone to bed early, having had a quiet celebration with a glass of honey mead the old man had gifted me back in October. I was a lightweight so the one glass was enough to send me to bed. I guess it also was enough to keep me from doing my normal nighttime routine.

I don’t know what it was that woke me up, but I suddenly found myself staring at the moon through the bedroom window. It took me a few moments, but I suddenly realized how very cold it was. I jerked up from my bed just in time to see a shadow rush past the bedroom door. I jumped up to chase whoever it was, though I had no idea what I would do when I reached them, and when I got to the end of the hallway I saw the front door of the cabin was wide open. 

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I found myself stone cold sober. I slammed the door shut without checking outside, and locked it tightly. I stepped back and stared at the door for a long time. When the adrenaline finally subsided, I felt the chill of the air. I shivered all over and walked over to the fireplace, setting a fire up as quickly as I could with my shaking fingers. 

Once the fire was up and burning, and the warmth spread through my body, I felt myself relaxed enough to pick up my phone and check the time. It was nearly four in the morning. I wondered how long the door had been open, and how long that shadow had been staring at me. Had they touched me? Had they taken anything?

I shivered again, but not from the cold this time. 

I waited until the time had shifted to 8, but the sun hadn’t come up yet. I silently cursed as I remembered that I’d be stuck without sunlight until March. I hoped that whatever that shadow was kept out of sight during the day so I could collect more firewood. 

I tried not to think about the event for the rest of the day, trying to get back into my writing, but every bump or hoot from outside had me running to the door to make sure it was locked. It was always locked, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. I didn’t get much writing done that day.

In the weeks that followed, I spent most of my time making sure the doors and windows were locked, before going to bed uneasily. I avoided going out at all during that week. I didn’t even like passing in front of or looking out of the windows. I always felt like someone or…something was watching me. I was afraid of what I’d see if I looked.

On Thursday - at least, I thought it was Thursday - I ran out of firewood. As I tossed the last of the logs into the fireplace, I felt my stomach turn. Did I wait until the fire burned out? Did I try to go out now?

I checked my phone to see the time. Presumably, it was nine in the morning, and yet it was barely dawn. I steeled myself, and looked out of the window to see if there was anything close to the house, anything I should worry about. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness outside, and when they did, I saw nothing. Just the snow, the trees, and the shed. 

I looked back at the fireplace, at the last bit of firewood burning away, and sighed. I would have to go out. If I was quick, maybe whatever was out there wouldn’t catch me. I told myself that while I pulled my heavier clothes on, though I wasn’t sure I completely believed it. 

Before long, I was at the door, staring at the locks. My mind was struggling to convince me that it would be okay, that I could move fast enough to evade any attacker. I was frozen in place for a while before I finally unlocked the door and opened.

The cold outside was almost painful as I trekked across the yard towards the shed. It was only 10 feet away, but it felt like I walked a mile. The wind tore at my jacket. When I finally reached the shed, it nearly took the door off the hinges. I didn’t remember the wind being this rough when I opened the door…how long had I waited to open it?

I didn’t have time to stand there and think it through. I grabbed an armful of wood, forced the door to the shed closed, and started back towards the cabin. But something stopped me in my tracks. It was quiet, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. But I did hear it.

A low whistle. I felt my hair stand up on the back of my neck, and despite all the warning signs in my head screaming, I turned to look in the direction of the whistle. There, at the edge of the property, I saw its glowing eyes for the first time. I was too far away to see what was attached to those eyes at the time, but I didn’t need to see it to know I was in danger. 

The logs nearly fell from my arms as I ran back to the cabin. I swore I heard the sound of heavy footsteps following me, but when I got through the cabin door and looked out, there was nothing. Just those same, glowing eyes, watching me from the woodline. I slammed the cabin door and locked it. I even went as far as to push the recliner in front of it.

I didn’t sleep well that night.

Christmas Day was less than exciting. Other than my constant paranoia, I was lonely, and I was starting to wish I had left when that old man told me too. On the brightside, I’d managed to find a good spot to connect my laptop to the wifi, and watched a few cheesy Christmas movies while eating my rather sad Christmas dinner. 

I’d written more of my book since the incident. For some reason, the fear lit up inspiration inside of me like fireworks. I was halfway done with the book by now, and if I made it to March, I was certain I’d be finished with it. I just needed to survive until this horrible vacation was over.

As the weeks went by, I found a somewhat normal schedule to getting firewood without getting caught. I learned to pay attention to the weather outside. If the wind started to pick up, or a storm rolled in, it meant the creature was there. Don’t ask me how I knew but…somehow, I knew that whatever it was had some control over the weather. I learned to ignore the weather, the whistles, the howls, and even the power outages that the storms sometimes caused. As long as I didn’t go outside, I knew I was safe. 

It wasn’t until mid January that I broke my rule for real. I was busy writing, having gotten to the final chapters of my book. As I finished one of the chapters, I heard a blood-curdling scream from outside. It was one, short burst of a scream, and I tried to ignore it, at first. I hoped it would go away.

But it didn’t. There was another, longer scream, and for some reason, I got up from the kitchen table and moved to look out of the window. 

Nothing. Just blank, snowy, white emptiness. I searched the treeline with my eyes, looking for something, someone, but there was nothing. 

I hadn’t yet noticed that it had gone completely silent, at least, not until there was a loud thump on the roof. The sound was so sudden it made me jump, and I instinctively backed away from the window. There was a series of stomps as whatever was on the roof walked across it. Its steps stopped directly above the kitchen window, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

It was so silent in the cabin, bar the soft crackling of the fire, that I could hear it growling. It was so soft of growling that I didn’t register it at first, but it was definitely there. I was just considering my options, when I heard a familiar voice speak.

“Don’t go out at night,” It said in the old man's voice. But it wasn’t the old man's voice, not really. There was something more sinister about it that gave me goosebumps. I found myself sinking to the floor and crawling under the table. I wasn’t sure if it was a smart place to hide, but it was the best I could do. 

“Don’t go outsiiiiiiide,” It sang, and I saw it for the first time. Its spindly, bony fingers traced along the glass of the window, its skin drawn so tight against the bones it looked like its muscle had been drained out. Like a corpse.

Its face came into view, and I so badly wanted to run. To take off to my bedroom, and to hide under the bed like a child. But I was frozen in place, staring at the not so human face that was now making eye contact with me. Its skin was ashen gray, and its eyes were wide and black. They were full of animalistic hunger, but human enough to be more terrifying. As its face continued to come into view, I could see its nose and mouth, or, lack thereof. Its nose was gone, leaving only two holes where it used to be, and its lips were gone, like it had been chewed off. Thinking about it now, the word ‘wendigo’ comes to mind.

It smiled at me, showing off a row of sharp, yellow teeth, and when it opened its mouth, the old man's voice had morphed into something far worse.

“Come…out…siiiiiiide,” It said without moving its lips, and I finally unfroze. My body moved on instinct, without thought, and I took off to the bedroom. I slammed the door behind me and pushed the bed in front of it before I was finally in control again. My breathing was ragged and heavy, and the sound of glass breaking in the other room made me gasp.

I’m writing this on my phone now. I can hear it in the living room and kitchen, breaking things and talking in that…voice. I’m so scared. I don’t want to die. I want to go home, I want to finish my book. I want to tell Sarah I’m in love with her. 

I hope someone finds this. I hope someone can get in touch with her…

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Two truths & a lie 

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader.

Post summary | A drunken game of truth or dare between the older gang, ends up with you sitting on Eddie's lap and neither of you can tell if it's the drinks or the feeling of each other that leads to bad decisions. Just your classic teenage antics.

What to expect | Fluff, heavy make out, fingering, F oral.

Post Warnings | Mentions of drug use, underage drinking & swearing.

Word count | 5.4 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | Been having a little writers block - so hopefully this was still good - but I'm on days off from my job finally so I'm hoping I can 'reset' & get a few pieces out during the week!

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“Be nice.” We all thundered down the stairs of Steve’s house in a single file as the doorbell rang again incessantly. I pegged a piece of popcorn at the back of his perfectly sprayed hair as Robin yelled ‘good shot’. 

“I am nice Steve.” I sneered, hanging back to lean against the banister as he turned to me with the same expression, his hand wrapped around the brass door handle as he waited for me to behave myself. 

“Yeah well, can you tell your face that?” I sighed and flashed him an irritated glare, setting an uncomfortable smile on my face that felt more like a grimace, as he stared at me impatiently. 

“I don’t even know why you invited him, he’s the town freak AND an acquitted murderer.” 

“We told you y/n, he was framed by Jason Carver. And a lot’s happened since you left, Eddie’s our friend now… and he doesn’t really hang out with his other friends since he finally graduated.” Nancy’s short curly hair shook as she jumped the last three steps, stumbling into Steve’s back as Jonathan stared with jealously, she spun back with an annoying know-it-all look on her face towards me as she blushed, refusing to meet the eyes of either of her ex-boyfriends. 

1983, the year my father Jim Hopper caught me ditching school to smoke drugs, shipping me off to live with my emotionally absent mother just before our sophomore year started. 

Also apparently, the year that the small, boring town of Hawkins suddenly became exciting. 

Coming back to my childhood best friend Nancy wheeler, and my usual party buddy Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington – funnily enough the main reason I got kicked out of Hawkins in the first place – being friends with band geeks, social outcasts and freaks, had thrown me for a loop. 

Steve had been unusually offhand about it, saying that a lot had happened since I’d been gone and that ‘you really had to be there to understand it.’ I wasn’t interested enough to push him for more details, and once the weed had come out, it had lost my focus entirely. 

I didn’t really care about Eddie Munson crashing our games night, I was just in a bad mood because my last sesh had been two days ago, Steve had really struggled to keep up with the tolerance I’d built up from living in New York and hanging around with questionable characters, but I’d had no problem smashing the entirety of his stash in a matter of days as I crashed at his place. 

I sighed and rolled my eyes as Steve pointed a silent finger in my direction, twisting the doorknob behind his back and spinning around to welcome the new guest with his arms wide open, a fake smile plastered on his face as he turned away from me.

I was confused for a hot second as everyone greeted the stranger as Eddie, the six foot, leaned muscled and long, curly dark-haired man leaning against the door frame, dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it right there on the front porch. 

“Awh man c’mon, y’know my mom’s gonna kill me.” Steve whined, pointing at the black mark his sneakers exposed as he stepped inside, running his hands back through his hair in frustration. 

“Keep your pants on Harrington, it’s a party isn’t it?” He held up a pack of beers as he twisted one of the cans away from the plastic and shoved it against his chest, the drink leaving wet splotches against the grey material of his shirt as Steve took it from Eddies grasp. 

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as his big, dark ones darted around the warm room, briefly flickering over me as he took a double, confused look back at me. My thoughts muddled together as I tried to piece the image of the rounded, baby faced, buzz cut eleven-year-old I’d gone to middle school with, with the unfamiliar, grown man in front of me. But the group had said Eddie Munson was joining us, and I didn’t see a reason for them to lie to me about it. Robin noticed his lingering stare on my face as he tried to place me as well. 

“This is y/n, Eddie. You remember y/n right? From band?” She held her hands up in a ridiculous move as she mimicked playing a trumpet. I reached down the stairs to push her arms back to her sides, my cheeks flaming as recognition flared in his eyes.

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” Eddie nodded slowly and raised two fingers in a half wave towards me, pressing his lips together awkwardly.

Nancy clapped her hands together after a moment of silence making us all jump. 

“We’re set up in the living room.” Jonathan flinched back against the wall, knocking off a family photo of Steve and his parents, all with stiff smiles on their faces, as Nancy brushed past him. 

“Sweet, lead the way.” Eddie smirked and playfully shouldered Steve as he followed after Nancy; Robin and I trailing after them as we shared an uneasy look. 

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‘Ummm….. Dare!” Robin grinned with a mouth full of potato chips as she leant back on her arms, spreading out across the carpet as she wiggled her feet. We were all seated in a loose circle in the middle of the floor, the expensive, barely used furniture of the living room pressed up against the walls to make more room for us. 

“Dare you to shot gun this.” Steve tossed her a beer, it tumbled from her fingers as she clumsily caught it, our cheers echoing around the room as she punctured it with her house keys and tilted her head back to drain the entire can. 

I laughed as she belched and wiped her mouth with back of her hand, staring back down into my lap as I rolled a cigarette, bits of tobacco spilling out onto the carpet under my crossed legs. My eyes flickered up across the circle as I felt someone’s gaze on me, I narrowed my brows as I met Eddie’s sullen stare. He watched me and brought his beer to his mouth as I raised the smoke to my lips, holding eye contact as I ran my tongue over the bitter paper to seal the cigarette shut. I smirked as he twitched and ripped his face away from me, turning to Robin next to him as she spoke. 

“Nancy!” She jumped a little as we all looked to her expectantly, Jonathan’s face blushed hard as he got cut off mid-sentence.

“Truth or Dare?” Robin grinned cheekily, reaching across the circle to grab another drink from the pile in front of us. 

Nancy nervously tightened her hands around the beer she had been nursing, chewing her lip as she considered her choice. She smiled as she watched Robin rock back and forth tipsily. 

“I’m going to go with truth.” Jonathan gave her a side glance as Steve’s eyes flashed to her face. 

“Okay fine…” Robin tapped her chin. I looked over at Eddie next to her, watching the muscles in his neck flex as he took a swig of his drink, my stomach flipped as I looked up to see his wide, dark eyes staring at me from over the top of his can. 

“Who is a better kisser? Jonathan, or Steve?” The latter choked on his drink as Jonathan scratched the back of his neck nervously. Nancy shot a betrayed look at Robin as she shrugged her shoulders innocently. 

“Uh Robin, I don’t think-“ Steve wiped his chin from his spilled drink, red blotches appearing under his cheeks as he avoided Nancy’s stare. 

“Oh screw that.” I interrupted him, bringing my cigarette to my mouth and leaning forward to pull my lighter from my pocket. “None of that PG rated shit around here, the real question is… Who is better in bed?” I raised my eyebrows and smirked at the shocked look on everyone’s faces, except for Eddie’s. He raised his arm with his drink is his hand in a toast towards me as he smiled with a sort of approving expression. 

Steve leant across to rip the smoke from my mouth as I went to light it. “Not in here y/n, God.” He whined. 

“Fine.” I snapped, flashing my hand out to grab it back from him. “I’ll smoke outside when Nancy answers the question.” 

“Uhhh I don’t think-” Nancy begun, her big eyes dropping to stare at the floor as she stumbled over her words.

“Oh come on, I thought you’d loosen up a bit over the years Nance.” I rolled my eyes, sighing at her fidgetiness. 

“Well.” Her eyes flickered over nervously to her most recent ex. “I was Jonathan’s first, and Steve was more experienced so…” Eddie and I burst into loud laughter, as Robin buried her face in her hands and spoke through her fingers, Steve took a sip of his drink, looking rather pleased with himself. 

“Ew, I did not need to know that. And he did not need that ego boost.” Robin nodded her head towards Steve, standing up and brushing crumbs off her front. 

I stood up with her, my legs tingling from sitting still for too long. “I’m going for a smoke.” I stared at Steve, sticking to my promise.

“I wouldn’t mind one either.” My eyes flicked to his as Eddie stood up, his leather jacket and denim vest rustling as he stretched, I licked my lips as his thin shirt rode up, exposing a pale strip of skin above his belt. He smirked at me as he caught me staring. 

“We’ll all go.” Nancy exclaimed as she got caught in a weird three-way stare between those still left sitting on the floor. 

“….Kay then.” I laughed and bent down to scoop up a fresh drink, turning to head out the back door towards the patio. I shivered as I felt someone tall hovering closely behind me, the heat radiating off of him sending a dangerous tingle down my spine. 

Dammit 

Steve was going to give me so much shit if I hooked up with the guy I’d spent the better part of an afternoon complaining about.

Robin brushed past me as she slammed the bag of drinks onto the glass tabletop. “Careful dipshit, your clumsy ass is going to break something.” Steve waved his hands around angrily as the rest of us pulled out chairs, the clouds of steam misting off the heated pool swirling around us.

Eddie did a quick count with his eyes. “Uh Harrington, got anymore chairs?” He looked around, a spare chair with one of the legs snapped off pushed away against the side of the house. 

“Y/n!” Nancy exclaimed, clapping her small hands together as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Truth or Dare?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared me down, the flame from my lighter died as my finger slid off of it. 

“Go on then Nance, Dare.” I smirked as her eyes flashed, my smile fading from my face as she spoke. 

“Since there aren’t enough chairs, I dare you to sit on Eddie’s lap for the rest of the night.”  My face flushed as everyone laughed, unaware of the slight throbbing forming between my legs at the thought of being that close to him. 

The others took a seat as Nancy and I stared each other down, her face breaking into a mean smirk as I hesitated. “Scared y/n?”

I looked over at where Eddie was sitting at the end of the table, his legs widening slightly, like he was offering an invitation as he raised his eyebrows at me, a small grin playing around the corner of his lips as he took a drag of his cigarette. 

“Of course not.” I snapped, walking around the table to stand next to him, staring daggers at the others as they all laughed lightly. The night air fluttered my short skirt around my thighs, drawing Eddie’s eyes to them. 

“May I?” I snarked, nodding my head at him. He slowly ran his glare up and down my body, leaning back further in the chair as he lifted his hips into the air slightly, readjusting himself. 

“Be my guest.” The laughing died down around the table as I sighed and sat down, perched on the edge of his lap, leaning most of my weight on my toes. His hands moved to the sides of my thighs, tapping them lightly to get me to look back at him. 

“It’s okay, you can relax.” My breathing sped up as his dark eyes glared into mine, smiling kindly as he waited for my answer.

I put my hands on the arms rests of the chair and used them to push myself further back into his lap, so that my feet were lifted off the ground and I could feel the hardness of his chest pushing into me. Eddie’s arm snaked along my side and settled on top of my leg as he leaned to see around me, pulling his lighter from his pocket and bringing it to the cigarette still between my lips.

I mumbled a thanks as I leant forward towards the flame, watching his free hand ball into a fist as I accidently grinded into his lap. My skirt was loose around my waist, so that it was just my underwear separating me from the roughness of his jeans. He wasn’t erect, but I could still feel him pressing up into my clothed slit, his belt buckle pushing into my ass. 

And if I could feel him, then I was sure as shit that he could feel me. 

Steve’s voice snapped me out of my daze as I ripped my eyes away from Eddie’s. 

“Y/n, it’s your turn.” He slid a cold can down the tabletop to my end as I drained the last dregs of my drink.

“I’m over this, let’s play a different game.” I sighed as I crushed the beer can, leaning back further into Eddie’s body as the alcohol blurred my vision a little.  

“Like what?” Robin piqued up, kicking her feet up on the table, Steve sighed and pushed her legs back down. 

“You guys ever heard of two truths & a lie?” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows seductively. 

Blank faces were my answer, the party girl in me groaned at their boringness. 

Eddie’s chest grumbled as I leant forward to put my elbows on the table, dragging my ass against his lap. I shot a look at him, but he had his head tilted back, his eyes pressed closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. 

“Basically you say two… outrages… things about yourself that’s true, and one that isn’t. If we guess the lie, you have to take a shot.” Robin stood up from her seat at my words, running back into the house to grab a bottle of whiskey, chanting ‘shots, shots, shots’ as she danced on the spot. 

“You go first to show us how it’s done.” She said, spilling brown liquor as she poured it into short glasses grouped messily in front of her. 

I tapped my chin as I pretend to think about it, falling back into the crook of Eddie’s arm dramatically as I stared up at him through my lashes, the alcohol running through my body making me comfortable and brave. He smirked down at me in a half disappointing half amused look as I twisted back and forth on top him, swinging my legs. He stared at me with an expression that said he knew, that I knew what I was doing. 

I sat up suddenly, squeezing his knees as I arched froward away from him. “Okay…. I can put both ankles behind my head.” Robins eyes popped out of her skull as Steve swung his head back and forth, covering his ears. Eddie chewed on his bottom lip as he fought back a grin. 

“I’ve had a threesome… And I’ve never been arrested.” I pressed my mouth together as I tried to keep a straight face, failing as I burst into laughter as Steve yelled out. 

“Third one’s a Goddamn lie y/n, because I was in the back seat of your dads cruiser with you the first time we both got arrested.” Nancy smacked him on the shoulder playfully as Robin grinned excitedly. I popped another beer can open as I raised it in their direction. 

“And cheers to being the reason I got kicked outta Hawkins, Steve.” He toasted me back as we both downed our drinks. Eddie jostled underneath me as he turned to look at me incredulously. 

“Wait, you're Hoppers kid?” He narrowed his brows as he smiled uncertainly at me. 

“Uh yeah.” I laughed at the expression on his face.  “Wait why do you look so worried?”

“I’m not exactly his favourite person.” He admitted.

“Neither am I.” I pursed my lips, rolling my eyes. 

“So you’re not going to care if I smoke this?” He leaned into me to pull a fat joint from his jacket pocket, twisting it around. 

“Only if you don’t share.” I cocked my eyebrow, watching a slow smile spread across his face.

“Here you are m’lady.” He held his arm out, angling the joint towards my mouth. 

“Uh! I could kiss you Eddie Munson!” A shock of pleasure shot through me as I leant froward across his lap, the cool buckle of his belt pressing up against my clothed clit the further I moved forward. 

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” He grinned, pulling his hand back. 

“Don’t tempt me.” I smacked his chest with the back of my hand lightly, staring over the flame at his serious eyes as he opened his lighter and lit up the joint for me, brushing the corner of my mouth with his rough fingers as he pulled away. 

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Under the heady smoke and warm alcohol, my body was charged. The voices of the group sounded far away as they played the game between them, I was lost in the distraction of the mixed drinks, strong weed and the feeling of Eddie’s body beneath me. My high made every slight touch ten times more potent, my skin felt like it was on fire every time I felt Eddie move under me. He spread his legs, making both my thighs that were crossed over them, spread with him. I gasped as the cold air flew up under my skirt, hitting my clothed slit and swirling around the warm wet patch in my panties. I moaned quietly and rolled forward to push my skirt down between my thighs, but that was a mistake. I felt him stiffen as his arms shot out to snake around my middle, his face pressed into my back and his voice low as he mumbled into the fabric of my shirt. 

“God, can you please stop that?” His tone was gruff as his arms tightened around me. My face blazed as I felt him harden beneath me, my eyes shooting to our friends around the table, but they were too caught up with themselves to pay attention to us.

“Stop what?” I whispered innocently, grinding forward as I twisted back to look at him, he sat back to stare down at me in his lap, clenching his jaw. 

“You fucking know what, you keep pushing your tight ass into my dick and it’s driving me crazy.” 

The corners of my mouth turned up as I slowly arched back, dragging my ass across his crotch, his dick pushing up against my clit. I moaned so only he could hear and rolled my head back against his shoulder, pushing my chest out as he swore under his breath.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna make you pay, I don’t care if anyone sees. I’ve already told you. Stop it.” His hot breath tickled my ear, sending an electrified shiver up my spine as I closed my eyes, letting the false confidence from drinking spur me forward.

“What if I don’t want to stop?”

Gripping my wrists, he guided both of my hands to the small of my back, where my fingers brushed the hard planes of his abdomen. 

"Wrap your hands around my belt. Don’t move them."

“Is this a mistake?” I whispered fiercely back as a sober thought flashed through my mind, my thin wall of resistance slipping away with each moment his dark eyes sent stabs of wanting fire through me. 

Eddie sat forward, leaning close to my ear, he murmured, "I promise you, whatever we are together, it’s not a mistake. It’s too good to be a mistake." 

We both jolted as Robin called out my name, breaking us apart as we both leant into each other. “Y/n, it’s your go again.” She snapped pointedly, holding a hand up to Steve’s face as she cut him off, leaving him with a miffed expression. 

“Uh okay, I don’t have a criminal record, I’ve never had a boyfriend and –“ Steve voice rang out to cut me off. 

“Hang on Robin, you absolutely cannot say –“ I ignored his tangent as I turned back in Eddie’s lap to finish my turn, dropping my voice so the others couldn’t hear. 

“And I’m not horny right now.” My voice fell to an almost whisper as I turned my head to look at Eddie behind me, his hips bucking up into me softly, almost like he was doing it unconsciously. I grinned as his eyes fell to my lips, his hard-on pressing up strongly into me, the wetness between my legs grew as the thought that there were only a few very thin pieces of fabric separating us sent a shiver through me. His stare shot back up to meet mine as he registered what I’d said. 

“I know that’s a lie as well y/n. Because you’re kinda hot, and I can feel you.” His breathing was heavy as he stared unblinkingly at me, his eyes darkened entirely as his heated gaze sent a shock of fire through me. A drunken giggle burst through my lips when I didn’t understand him. 

“You think I’m hot Munson?” I reached up to clasp my hands behind his neck, burrowing down into his lap and blatantly grinding against the hardness in his jeans. A slow smile spread across his face. 

“Well yes… but that’s not what I’m talking about.” His eyes travelled down my chest to stare at my skirt pointedly, I gasped as I caught on to what he was saying, embarrassment flooding through me. But Eddie just grinned, resting his palms against my hips. My gaze flickered between his plump red lips and his wide, dark brown doe-eyes as tension zapped in the air between us.

My willpower to hold back, snapped into dust as he ran his large hands over my thighs and up my stomach. “I’m gonna go freshen up, d’ya wanna give me a hand?” the amused expression slid from his face as he leaned forward eagerly, tapping the side of my ass as he moved below me. 

I looked back at the table at our friends across from us, Jonathan was leaning into Nancy as he whispered into her ear, her brows narrowed in frustration. Robin and Steve were waving their hands angrily as they got swept up in a heated argument over something stupid. I took his hand in mine as we both stood up from the table, the others not paying us any mind as we slipped past them into the bright house. 

I  stumbled over the carpet as I towed Eddie towards the bathroom, his hands shot out to my waist to steady me as I fell into a fit of giggles. He towered over me as his fingers pressed into my hip bones, pulling me against him, guiding me over to the small ‘powder room’ next to the bar. We both paused to look back over our shoulders, our friends still drunkenly chatting amongst themselves. I smiled up at his chin nervously as I twisted the metal door handle, pulling him in behind me quickly and snapping the door shut. We were doused in darkness, our laughs way too loud in the silence as my hands fumbled against the wall looking for the light switch. 

“Shit where is it?. Ow, Eddie! That was my foot.” As my eyes adjusted to the blackness I watched the outline of him move closer.

“Uhg, forget about it, come ‘ere.” He grumbled, reaching out in the dark to find me. I stretched up to clasp his shoulders as my feet left the ground, Eddie wrapped his strong arms around my middle to lift me onto the bench next to the sink, pushing me back against the mirror and spreading my legs apart. He settled in comfortably between them, locking his lips with mine as the sweet taste of whiskey invaded my brain. His lips were soft and purposeful, moulding with mine perfectly as we both tried to take control. His tongue stroked my bottom lip, begging for access, he moaned as I let him in, twisting my hands in his hair as he bent me further into him. I shuddered as he ran his hands over my body, exploring every crevice and curve with his rough, warm fingers. 

His mouth moved from mine to trace patterns along my jaw line, I scooted forward across the bench to press my hips into his, grinding up and down against his hard dick as he lightly nipped at my skin with his teeth. His hands moved to my waist to lift my shirt up, snaking under the thin fabric to caress the soft sink beneath my bra. He moaned my name as I kissed down the side of his neck, sucking at the skin roughly as I wrapped my legs around him, the hard feeling of his contoured body sent a crazed need through me, urging me forward as my hands reached out to touch every inch of him. I shushed him and laughed as he swore under his breath, his lean forearm wrapping around my ass to pull me in closer to him. 

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” He groaned, trapping my face in his hands as he crushed his lips to mine. I surrendered into the feeling of him with a moan of my own, melting against his chest as my fingers fell across his shirt to his belt, clumsily trying to undo it. His deft hands smacked mine away, pinning them both behind my back in just one of his, his free hand ran along the length of my bare thigh, tracing soft, slow excruciating patterns along it as he made my way to my sensitive spot. I squirmed underneath him as I throbbed, clenching around nothing as his light fingers danced under my skirt across my clothed slit, he grinned against my face as I huffed in frustration, twisting against his hand as I tried to push myself deeper into it, begging for some kind of release. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.” I didn’t answer him as I whined, pulling my hands free of his grasp and tugging his arm back down between my thighs, arching my back as I pouted my lips at him. He smiled again and kissed me deeply, letting me guide his hand between my puffy lips. He groaned as he slipped a finger under my panties, tracing a line up and down my slit as he felt my wetness, my swollen clit throbbing as he barely flicked his finger over it. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” I whimpered and rolled my hips back, so his hand rubbed my sensitive spot, figuring out what I was doing he reached up to my shoulder and pressed me back against the bench so he had a better angle, rubbing his thumb over my clit as I shook under him, my eyes rolling back as sinful sounds tumbled from my mouth. Bright stars burned behind my eyes as he slipped a long finger into me, he shot forward to kiss the moan from my mouth as he stroked his hand inside of me, curling his finger up as I dug my nails into his arm, muttering his name against his face as his pace increased.

The familiar warm, burning sensation of an orgasm knotted in my stomach as he continued to flick his thumb over my budding clit, curling his finger into the soft spot inside of me at the same time. His chest heaved as his breath sped up with mine, wrapping his free hand around my neck to pull my face closer to his. The crashing waves of pleasure sounded in my ears, almost blocking out the pants of ‘you like that’ Eddie was whispering into my ear in-between my moans. My thighs clenched around his waist as I faltered on the brink of the edge, he slipped from my grasp as he pulled away from me suddenly. 

My yell of protest was stolen from my lips as he tossed my legs over his shoulders, falling to his knees to bury his face in between my legs. I stumbled forward slightly as the heavenly feeling of his warm tongue lapped at my sensitive clit. I reached down without thinking, tugging at his brown curly waves roughly. I gasped and loosened my grip a little, glancing down to mutter an apology. He pulled back to look at me from between my thighs, my wetness glistening on his chin in the moonlight seeping through the window. 

“It’s okay, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

I sighed in content and leant back against the mirror as he licked and sucked at my pussy, wrapping his hands around my ass to bury himself in further, rewarding me with deep strokes of his tongue the louder I moaned his name. A low burning shot through me as he wrapped his arms around my thighs, running his face up and down my slit, pressing his nose against my clit as he pressed his tongue into me. A slight cloud of insecurities reared its head before he trapped my sensitive spot between his teeth softly and pulled, wrenching my thighs apart as I pressed them together tightly to try and writhe away from him. I turned my head into my shoulder to hide my face away as I shook, the ecstatic feeling building up quickly and threatening to spill over. I stumbled and gasped his name I trembled, reaching down to twist my fingers in his hair as I curled over him between my legs.  

The doorknob jingled loudly as someone banged on the door, their muted voice wining through the wood. “Who the hell is in here? Pleaseeeeee hurry up! I need to peeeeeee.” 

I laughed in frustration against Eddie’s mouth as my orgasm halted and failed, swearing obscenities in my head at Robin as she slumped against the outside of the door, banging her head back against it. We both froze for a second before he stood up, his raging boner pressing into my drenched pussy as I pulled him into me, pressing my lips to his hungrily as the taste of my essence swirled around in my mouth with his tongue.

“You didn’t get to come did you?” He confirmed, swiping his hand over the lower half of his face as he leant towards me. I pressed my lips together as I smiled, shaking my head slightly. 

“Almost, though.” I whispered, clenching my legs back around his sides as my throbbing between my thighs slowly died down, the wetness from my cunt dripping down my legs. 

Eddie groaned and pushed his forehead into mine. “Do you think she’ll go away if we’re quiet?” He whispered, tracing his hands over my thighs. 

We waited a moment before there was a thud and another drowned out ‘pleaseeeeeee’. 

“D’ya think your dad will shoot me if I come over to your place?” He laughed; our silent pretence gone as he reached over to flick the light on. 

“Doesn’t matter” I shrugged, covering my eyes from the sudden bright light. “I’m not staying there; I’ve been crashing here at Steve’s” 

“Even better, I’ve always wanted to try out these silk sheets that Steve’s always raging on about.” 

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series. 🌻

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Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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[darling-i-read-it]

'sup maya! how was your day? hope it all went well :)

If you feel like doing it, can you write something for Leon S Kennedy x Reader based on the song "I wanna be yours" by artic monkeys?

im honestly kinda scared that you might not know this song, this kinda made me nervous since it's my first time requesting something, but I decided to give it a try. thank you sm! 🙈❤

i love this song! and I'm doing well, still going through the writers block so for right now I'm just gonna write a bit here below if that's okay! usually I would take the request now and you would get it back in a couple days but I don't wanna make you wait for mediocre writing rn lol (especially also since half the words of the song are just 'i wanna be yours' haha)

Leon and you had spent most of your working lives together. It was an odd feeling, having spent that much time with someone who wasn't your family. You knew each others ins and outs, the very fabric of each others souls.

It's what made loving each other so hard. How do you tell someone you've loved for practically your whole life that you love them? What if you lose them be default? The idea that you would ruin something so special was one of the most nerve wracking things someone can understand.

But you did love him.

What you didn't know what that he loved you too, probably more than he had ever loved anyone. If he could be anyone's, he would be yours.

Leon never slept on planes but you loved to. You could fall asleep anywhere, even in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. The job had beat it into you. You were sleeping now, your head resting on his shoulder while he nursed a glass full of ice. He had been meaning to call the stewardess back to get more drink but didn't want to wake you up. You guys had been moving a lot lately.

Lot's of problems. Lots of viruses.

He brushed your hair back out of your face, your face resting peacefully.

"Would you like-" the stewardess came but he put his hand up, shaking his head. She nodded, understanding, and then moved along.

"I'm awake," you whispered. Leon looked down at you, your eyes still shut contently.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I like it when you didn't speak," you muttered. He chuckled, shoving you off him. You laughed, opening your eyes.

"I've been trying to avoid getting a drink for like 45 minutes."

"I'm just helping with your drinking problem."

"I don't have a drinking problem." You rolled your eyes and he rolled his eyes back at you and you were both smiling. Exhaustion was evident under your eyes but you were still able to smile. You had curled yourself into his side. At some point during your nap he had managed to bring up the arm rest so your hands rested gently on his torso. You didn't move them. It wasn't weird to touch him.

"We've only got a while left in the flight anyway." You grabbed his hand and started to play with his fingers absentmindedly. You rubbed his calloused knuckles, brushing your thumb against his nails. He watched you pleasantly.

"Where are you going after this?" he asked. You shrugged.

"Back to the apartment I never live in," you admitted. "You?"

"Same."

"I think we spend more time in this plane," you muttered. He nodded a bit. "It's lonely."

"That's because we don't have pets."

"We should share one."

"We're always gone together," he said. You met his eyes and shrugged.

"I like that."

"Me too." You cleared your throat.

"We just don't have anything that's our own," you admitted.

"I'm yours," he whispered. You paused, not sure what he was saying. Was he telling you that as a friend? The look in his eyes didn't look friendly. It looked...loving.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm yours. I've always been yours." He slightly broke his gaze. "If you'll have me."

"Of course I'll have you Lee. I'm yours too." He moved by instinct, putting his forehead against yours. Your breath hitched but you didn't dare move away. Your noses brushed. "I'll always be yours." You breathed his breath. You felt him.

And you were so comfortable you could have fallen asleep right there, against him.

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч'ѕ Мом | Рдгт Тшо

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Nat has you all to the herself just the for weekend. And she’s gonna take every second for granted.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat again bc i luv her, so major age gap (reader 21+), pool sex, stacy almost catching y’all, somnophilia/waking the r up with sex, tiny tiny bit of angst

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I’m having writer’s block atm but i did have this in the back of my head. Might do a part three?

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The white sunshine woke Nat from her peaceful sleep slightly irritating her but when her eyes landed upon your tranquil form beside her, she forgot what put her in a bad mood in the first place. She brushed the hair from your face listening to the quiet snores with a small smile on her face.

Last night was incredible for her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked under her; squirming and whining as she drilled her hips into you. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d shared her bed with someone she cared about. You made her feel young again. Reminded her what it felt like to be desired, to be craved by another woman again.

She couldn’t resist her hands roaming across your soft belly pulling you closer to her warm body. She kissed the side of your head down to your ear nibbling softly on your earlobe making your stir in your sleep. You turned your head to face her and she brushed her nose along yours before pulling away to see a faint smile on your sleepy face.

A mischievous idea popped into the older woman’s head and before she could dwell on it much longer she moved her body down your naked one before settling between your thighs. She hadn’t gotten a taste like she had wished for last night but this would be the first of many times she was going to get to.

She kissed your hips and gently caressed the inside of your thighs softly. Your knees pushed back subconsciously allowing her to settle more comfortably. She leaned down kissing the inside of your thighs softly pulling sighs and moans from you already. She kept her eyes trained on you as she licked your pussy.

Your hips wiggled and bucked forward into her mouth; your sighs and whimpers grew louder at the feeling. You thought you were dreaming. Feeling the older woman between your thighs felt surreal. You woke up hazy quickly registering the beautiful redhead that buried her tongue deep inside you.

Your hands found home in her red and blonde locks that you spent many nights dreaming about tugging on. Her big green eyes were trained on yours with nothing but a mischievous and lustful glint in them. She inserted a finger past your folds; it felt cold and soft. Your body unable to resist shuddering.

"Nat," you sighed, keeping your fingers buried in her long locks.

"доброе утро," she hummed against your skin making your stomach tighten with pleasure.

She skillfully added another finger stretching you out just a bit but nowhere near as much as her cock did the night before. She spread your folds with her outer fingers before leaning down again flicking her tongue against your bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers quicker in and out you wrapping her lips around your clit sucking harshly.

"Fuck, that feels so good, mommy," you whined, wiggling your hips wildly.

Nat brought her forearm up, resting firmly on your hips to steady your wild movements. She didn't slow down her pace as you got closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as did your whimpers and whines. Your body shook in pleasure as you fell over the edge, crying Nat's name in ecstasy.

You slowly came down from your high in a pan`ting mess. Your skin felt hot and sticky, the sheets clinging on to you. Your tummy flipped and fluttered when you laid your eyes on Natasha. She brought her fingers up to her lips sucking lewdly on them keeping her eyes trained on you slowly crawling back over your body.

"Good morning, красотка," she hummed against your lips before kissing you properly.

"What a way to wake a girl up," you giggled, cupping her face in your hands.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just looked so fucking sweet lying there, practically waiting for me to ruin all over again," she whispered huskily.

"Nat," you breathed out.

"Y/n," she whispered with just as much desperation in her voice as yours did.

Reality struck suddenly. This was the mother of one of your closest friends, your best friend. she practically twice your age and here you were naked in her bed while her daughter was away. This was so inappropriate. What would happen if you were to get caught by Stacy, finding her best sleeping with her mom? She would kill you, never trust you again.

"This is wrong," you turned your head away.

"Then why does it feel so good? So right?" she ran nose along your jaw and around the shell of your ear.

"Fuck," her cold fingers grazed your soft skin making you burst into chills.

"Just for the weekend, please," she begged.

"Let me have you all to myself for the weekend and when Stacy comes back, we can pretend this never happened. I promise."

"Nat," you whispered.

"Please," Nat begged.

"Just for the weekend?"

She nodded with sadness in her eyes. You pressed your lips to hers momentarily before Nat slowly crawled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom quickly coming back out with a fluffy white robe wrapped around her beautiful body. She was ready to walk out but stopped in the doorway turning back to you with a coy smile.

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

-

The day went by and Nat refused to take her hands off you. Making breakfast ended with you on your knees, head between her thighs as she patted your head drinking from her mimosa; of course having to put that down and steady herself from how good your tongue felt. Having lunch ended with your hands tied behind your back bent over the couch as she pound her faux cock into you from behind. And it hasn't even surpassed one pm.

The sun shone brightly and you and Nat dressed to spend a couple hours by the pool. She wore a stunner leopard print bikini that you couldn’t help but gock at. She wore a straw sun hat and carried a small book with her. Her curves and long legs on display made your tummy fluttered. You felt unimpressive and somewhat self conscious wearing a simple white bikini.

“Such a beaut,” she smiled, pressing her lips against yours. Well, that certainly made you feel better. She walked hand in yours outside, settling down on a lawn chair. She pulled you on top of her, your knees falling either side of her hips. Her delicate hands rubbed softly over your thighs and hips to cup your cheeks.

“God, I could just kiss you all day,” she grinned.

“Really taking this weekend for granted aren’t ya?” you giggled.

“If this is the only time I get to pretend you're mine, I'll take every second I have for granted,” she whispered.

You looked into her teary eyes, tears building up on your own. It’s not that you didn’t want her just as bad, what will people say if a very popular and successful billionaire business woman in New York City was found dating a significantly younger woman, her daughter’s best friend to be exact, she’d be torn to shreds by the public. That’s not fair to her, or to Stacy.

“I- I’m gonna take a dip,” you smiled softly. Nat could see the cogs whirring in your pretty little head but she knew it wasn’t something to talk about right now; so she didn’t push.

“Kiss,” she pulled you back to her.

You smiled in the kiss before walking over to the pool swaying your hips a little extra knowing she’d be eyeing you up and down. Nat bit her lip and watched you slowly walk into the pool soaking your gorgeous skin that practically glowed under the sun. She knew what game you were trying to play so she shoved her face in her book for the time being.

A few moments went by and you just relaxed by the edge of the pool soaking in the sun and the view that the backyard gave you. You turned your head to look for Nat seeing as this had probably been the longest she’d gone today without taking you in some way, but she wasn’t lounging where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

“Miss me already?” she said walking back outside with two drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face.

“Well, considering you haven’t tried to jump my bones for the tenth time today I was beginning to get worried you might’ve gotten tired of me,” you retorted.

“Hon, I could never get tired of you,” she handed you the glass.

“What is it?”

“Just a pina colada,” she smiled.

“You don’t strike me as a woman who likes to drink pina coladas,” you grinned taking a sip.

“Well, no. I’m Russian. I like vodka; straight,” she said with a thick heavy Russian accent, making you giggle.

“But lucky for you, I’m not,” she wiggled her brows making your eyes widen momentarily before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” you giggled.

“Come here,” she chuckled.

You pressed your lips against hers moving perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She pressed your back against the edge of the pool slipping her tongue last your lips. She caged you in her arms and yours wrapped around her small waist pulling her body flushed against you.

“God, so fucking sweet,” she whisepred tasting the remnants of the fruit drink you just drank.

Her fingers dipped in the water tracing the waistline of your bikini bottoms. She curled her finger over them pulling them down and you watched them float to the surface gasping when her finger grazed between your thighs.

"красотка, I can feel how wet you've gotten. And I know it's not the water," she nibbled on your earlobe.

"Oh, Nat," you moaned breathlessly.

She pushed her finger past your folds, instantly feeling your walls clench with need. She circled your clit expertly with her thumb, pressing her lips back on yours desperately. You brought your hands up and playfully flicked her sun hat off before wrapping your arms around her neck, arching your chest into hers.

Your leg wedged between her legs and she slowly grinded on your thigh. Her lips went to your neck softly sucking and biting the delicate skin as her fingers moved quicker and quicker stroking your velvety walls perfectly, chasing your release for you.

That was something you quickly noticed about her. Nat was an extreme giver. She always went out of her way to make you come undone for her. You had tasted her already but you had yet had a chance to have your own way with her. As much as the thought alone made you tingle, she always beat you bending you over whatever surface was available, the bed, the couch, the counter, anywhere taking you however she deemed appropriate from behind.

"Shit, I'm gonna- Fuck!" you squeaked.

"Come on, baby. Come all over mommy's fingers. Look at me," she demanded, her hips grinding wildly along your thigh chasing her own orgasm too.

You stared intimately into her eyes as your stomach tightened and your legs shook. If you weren't floating between the wall and her body, without a doubt your knees would've buckled sending you to the floor. You grip tightened around her neck pulling her forehead against yours as you felt yourself topple over the edge. Your body reaches nirvana as you cry her name.

Nat watched you with pure adoration and an open mouth as she came on your thigh. When you both eased back to reality her lips immediately found themselves back on yours. You breathed heavily through your nose and when she pulled away you couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?"

"You're addicted to kissing me," you giggled.

"I can't help it, красотка. Taste so sweet," she bit her lip.

"Let me grab some towels, baby."

Nat went inside leaving wet footprints along the house. She'll clean that up later. She grabbed a bundle of towels for you after putting on her fluffy white robe she usually wore. You stayed in the pool still breathing heavily waiting for her to return with those towels. Seeing as the pool wasn't necessarily as 'clean' as it was moments ago you opted to just get out and wait on a chair instead.

Suddenly, on her way back to the pool the front door opened and Stacy and her boyfriend walked in arguing. Nat's eyes widened and she looked at you who stood butt naked in her pool. You heard the two's sudden appearance, freezing in fear before realizing you needed to get dressed before either one catches you.

You jumped back in the pool treading the water to grab your bottoms that practically floated away and Nat tried her best to distract them for the time being until you were decent.

"Hi, you two are back so soon?" Nat said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Jason booked the hotel room for one night instead of three," Stacy said frustratingly.

"I didn't mean to," he responded shyly.

"Can Jason just stay with us for the rest of the weekend?" Stacy asked.

"Sure," Nat sighed.

"Is everything ok, mom?"

"Yeah," No it's not.

You put your bottoms on overhearing the conversation. Your heart sank. Was it over? Did your glee filled weekend with your forbidden love end already? You looked sorrowfully at Nat who too looked to be in complete frustration and anger.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Stacy chuckled clearly joking but unbeknownst to her she really did.

“Oh, no. We were just tanning by the pool,” Nat shrugged with a half hearted smile. You hesitantly walked towards Nat seeing as she still held all the towels. You could still feel her; her lips on your neck, her fingers between your thighs, her core grinded against your thigh, her breasts pressed against yours, fuck. Fuck Stacy and her boyfriend coming home early.

“What happened?” Jason asked passing by you towards the pool.

“What do you mean?” Nat asked, handing you the towel.

“There’s something gooey, like white slime in the pool,” Jason called out and your eyes widened; you came pretty hard in Nat’s fingers but you didn’t know it was that much.

“We uh… we were having a drink, spilled some in the pool. Hence why we’re getting out,” Nat lied.

“Want me to call a pool guy?” Stacy asked.

“The filter should take care of it,” she waved off.

“Are, uh- are you kids hungry?” Nat redirected the conversation.

“Starving,” Stacy chuckled.

Stacy and Jason went to the kitchen leaving you and Nat alone for a minute. You couldn’t say anything afraid your voice would betray you. You went to leave, accepting that this fantasy you indulge the past twenty four hours, the best twenty four hours you’ve ever had, was over.

“Y/n,” Nat grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away.

“The weekend’s over, Nat. I’m sorry,” you whispered tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m gonna shower,” you said before walking away; Nat letting you go considering there wasn’t really anything else to say.

She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing some ingredients and placing them on the counter.

“What happened to Y/n?” Stacy asked.

“She’s gonna take a shower. She’ll be back,” she responded, still holding a solemn expression.

“Are you sure everything’s ok, mom?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.”