#this is so fucking embarrassing but two days ago i accidentally gave myself an actually relatively convincing hickey

[yo9urt]

everyone please send out a prayer for me

[michaelceraifhewasagirl]

I accidentally assaulted Clarisse

NEW SERIES ALERT

summary: A new girl at camp, but…. She’s different..

warnings: minimal swearing

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Ow. “Ow” is a onomatopoeia, I think, but it didn’t matter if I was grammatically correct, because I had just hit Clarisse La Rue in the head with a rubber axe during practice with the Stoll brothers, and she was now sitting on the ground in a fetal position, holding her head in agony, and staring at me with anger in her eyes.

“Oh my God” I muttered under my breath, as I slowly backed away. “Avery, come back, she’s, she’s not going to hurt you!” Connor Stoll pleaded, but then Clarisse began to get off of the grass and I sprinted towards the strawberry fields. I looked around frantically, trying to see if Clarisse was still following me, but then I caught a glimpse of Beckendorf scolding Clarisse, and I visibly relaxed. 

Okay, quick Backstory: two days ago I nearly got killed by a big bear-wolf thing. A goat-child told me that my mom fucked a Greek God and I’m the offspring. If that makes sense. I thought my mom was Hindu, can multiple Gods exist at once? Anyways, the goat guy brought me back to this cool camp and I got to talk to a horse man and a LITERAL GREEK GOD but he was an asshole so I don’t really care about him to be honest. Fast forward to now, this is my first day training, and I somehow managed to injure 5 people, including myself. 

I was sitting down under a tree, trying to catch my breathe after running a fricking marathon trying to not get stabbed by Clarisse, when I noticed one of the Stoll brothers coming up to me, Connor, was it? “Hey, Avery,” he greeted 

“My name is Aikaterini”

“…Can I call ya’ Avery?”

“No”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” I responded “She’s just… She’s terrifying” and Connor chuckled.

“She’s not that scary, give her a chance, she’s tolerable” he said, and gave me his hand to take to get up off of the dirt, and I took it and dusted off my pants when I was off my butt, “She wants to kill me” I retorted and Connor grimaced. “Stay outta trouble, okay? And be careful”, I nodded and he offered a hand on my shoulder as comfort before heading off somewhere to scold an Ares kid, or kill a small child, one of the two.

I awkwardly walked to the Hermes cabin, in which I was staying in, since my father hadn’t claimed me as yet. I hope he does. I heard a lot of undetermined kids get stuck at the Hermes cabin because their bitch-ass parents didn’t claim them. Anyways, I was like, an Inch away from the cabin, before the boat goy came up to me, wait, no that didn’t sound right, anyways, he came up to me, “Chiron needs to talk to you” he said and he practically dragged me by my arm towards a big building “Who’s Chiro- woah! Okay, so I guess I don’t get to say no”

We arrived inside the building and I paled at the sight of the old horse guy. “Aikaterini Balakrishnan, how are you? Getting along well with the rest of camp?” I could tell that he was trying to make conversation, but I couldn’t focus when there was a 7-foot centaur standing infront of me “I… uh… yeah” was what I managed to choke out before glancing around the room, and noticing that the asshole of a Greek God was sitting at the table, with a irritable look on his face and I rolled my eyes.

The centaur sat down on his hind legs and offered me a seat at the table, where I noticed that they were playing a card game “You’re playing Pinochle.” Chiron raised an eyebrow “Why, yes, do you know how to play?” “Yeah, my mom taught me, well, actually, she taught me Bezique, but I taught myself how to play Pinchole” Chiron nodded in approval “You know how to play Bezique as well, that is quite impressive for a girl your age” I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess, why did you call me in here?” “Ah,” he put down his pack of cards and looked at me.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked

“Friday” I responded confidently

“Yes!” He clapped his hands excitedly and I squinted my eyes “Huh?” Mr. D groaned and stepped out of the room, and Chiron waved him away “Don’t take him on. Tomorrow is Friday! Which means we are playing capture the flag!” He explained and I pursed my lips “You guys actually do things in this place besides trying to impale people or set people on fire?” And Chiron grimaced, “Now now, girl, what happened yesterday with Sanya was a mistake, she was just trying to make a sword and her hair caught on fire, it was a, what is it you children say now-a-days? No biggie” I raised my eyebrows “So why don’t you go find a group to be apart of, huh? Get out there, make some friends, I heard you were training with the Stoll brothers, cheeky bastards, aren’t they?” I furrowed my eyebrows “No, no, they aren’t cheeky, they seem really nice” I said and Chiron chuckles, “That is until they steal a family heirloom from you” “Why would they steal from me?” Chiron seemed suprised I didn’t know about these things, “Aikaterini, their father is Hermes, the God of thievery” “I thought he was the God of messengers?”

Chiron looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face, “Has your mother not thought you anything about your roots?” “Not really, I’m Hindu, I grew up believing in Hindu Gods, now, I don’t know what I believe.” If my mother knew that, that Greek Gods are real, and not just fiction, then why would she grow me up with a religion?” “I am sure your mother had her reasons, that of which, I do not know, but you will come to find out anyways, now, I’d like you to meet some people, if that’s okay with you,” I nodded. Chiron called the goat boy, in which I learnt his name, being Grover, into the room, “Yes?” “It would be appreciated if you could kindly locate our respective leaders, those being one for Team Blue and another for Team Red." Grover nodded and came back into the room shortly with a two girls, a pretty one, with long box braids, and then Clarisse.

“Ladies, we have a new camper joining us, I’m sure you have seen her around, I am going to be making a public announcement soon, tomorrow, before the tournament, but for now, you can introduce yourself to her, and maybe recruit her to your team,” Chiron smiled and I looked at them and awkwardly waved, “Hi, uhm, hi Clarisse, sorry for hitting you, uhm, at- at the uh, the axe throwing thing, sorry” I swallowed nervously “My name is Aikaterini, it’s long, I know, you can call me, Kat, or whatever” my voice cracked and I made a mental note to hit myself in the head with a bat later.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth, I’m blue team leader” “You’re not joining the red team”

“Clarisse.” Chiron butted in, “Atleast see what she can do before you make a decision, now go on, bond, I want to finish this game of Pinochle.” We left the building and Annabeth made conversation “So, do you have any special training? Or any training at all?” “Uhm, I can do kumon?” Annabeth looked at me, a puzzled look rested on her face “What is that?” “It’s like… maths” and Clarisse snorted, Annabeth glared at her, “I mean, physical combat. Do you know any form of self defence?” “I, I can dance?” Clarisse butted in “Yeah, no, Annabeth, you can have her on your team.” I looked down in embarrassment, God, I wanna go home. “What kind of dance can you do? Ballet?” “Kuchipudi,” “Okay, I don’t know what that is, how hard do you have to train for that?” “Not as hard as ballet, probably, but if you saw me do it you would be terrified” “You can’t be any scarier than any monster I’ve ever fought, if you put the same energy that you put into dancing into training, then you’ll be a pro in no time” 

I smiled at her, she was nice, unlike Clarisse, who was walking away, I didn’t mind though, being on the blue team seemed like the better choice. I guess we’ll see how the tournament goes tomorrow, but for now, I’m going see if I’m any good at hand-to-hand combat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey guise 😁 I hope you enjoyed the first part of this Pjo fandom seriesssss 💗💗 nones of the characters in this stories except my oc’s (Aikaterini Balakrishnan) that were used in the story so far are mine. I wanted to add a Desi character to this story because they don’t get enough recognition 💗💗 Please lmk what you think about this in the comments and lmk what else you would liek to see in this series 💗 idrk where I’m going with this but I am not gonna let this story go to waste, I’ll try to get it done but I got school and stuff so 😪😪 thanks for reading 💗

[acnelli]

First Time Falling

This is my entry for the @hpqueerfest 2021. Thanks to the mods who hosted this! And a big thank you to my great beta-readers @nagemeikenu and @static-abyss who put up with my phone-writery (writing time is hard to come by these days).

This story was inspired by Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, and it’s set in a world where Harry didn’t go to Hogwarts, but had been prepared for his destiny.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Rating: T TW: strong language, mentions of war time, mentions of drug and alcohol consume Prompt: Falling in love for the first time as an adult (late 20’s-early 30’s) Summary: Harry Potter –Head-Auror and Savior of the Wizarding World– spontaneously asked out a cute redhead and it turned to so much more than he could have ever hoped for. 

You can also read this on AO3 and FFN.

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Not bothering to knock, Ron Weasley marched into Hermione Granger’s office. The heavy mahogany door slammed against the wall, making Hermione jump up from her chair.

“Ron,” she shrieked as a bunch of paper fell off her desk. “What happened?”

Instead of providing his best friend with an explanation for his sudden intrusion, Ron paced back and forth. The panicked look in his eyes made Hermione assume the worst.

With one swift motion, Hermione stepped in front of the redhead, forcing him to stop his frantic pacing. “Ron, please talk to me,” she pleaded, taking his hand into hers. “What’s going on? Is someone hurt? Is your family okay?”

Hermione’s worried expression and the panic in her voice finally brought Ron to his senses. “No, don’t worry, Hermione,” he sighed as he closed her office door. “I’m sorry! But...do you have time for a quick cup of tea in the cafeteria?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. This report is giving me a headache and I need a break.”

Hermione grabbed her purse and gestured for Ron to lead the way.

“I swear, Ron, if you almost gave me a heart attack over something Quidditch related, I’ll hex you into next week and make your new Firebolt disappear forever,” Hermione added as they made their way down to the Ministry cafeteria.

Ron glanced over at the bushy-haired witch, suppressing a grin as he told her his distress was indeed about Quidditch. They grabbed their beverages and headed towards a free table. Gracing him with a dark look, Hermione gestured for Ron to finally tell her what’s going on.

“Harry Potter asked me out on a date!”

This statement caused Hermione’s drink to go down the wrong way, resulting in a violent coughing fit and her spitting out the tea.

“What?” she wheezed out between coughs, as Ron cleaned his face and shirt with his wand.

He waited patiently until Hermione recovered, both from the coughing fit and the shock. “See, even you don’t believe me,” Ron sighed, harshly rubbing his hands over his face, “I don’t blame you, though. I can’t believe it myself, after all.”

Finally being able to speak again, Hermione put her elbows on the small table and leaned forward, determined to not miss a single thing about this story. “Spill! How? When? Where? And don’t you dare to leave out even the smallest detail.”

Ron shook his head, still in disbelief about what had happened to him just twenty minutes ago. Not being able to wrap his head around it, he decided to tell Hermione today’s events from beginning to end.

“Today, Robertson sent me a memo to come to his office to discuss the ridiculous complaints about the Tornados/Harpies game last week,” Ron started and couldn’t help rolling his eyes about the things he had to put up with at work sometimes. “So, I went there, gave him my report about the match and a brief overview. Thank Merlin, he only asked his usual useless questions about referee bribery claims. I was ready to launch into a whole speech but he suddenly dismissed me and told me to write up a statement for the press.

“I was just on my way back to my office when I met Seamus. The fucking wanker had the nerve to claim the next Cannons match for himself. I know he did that just to spite me so, naturally, I gave him an ear full about it as we waited for the lift. We only noticed Harry Potter standing right behind us when we got inside the lift. I probably sounded like an idiot but Seamus and I kept the conversation up because I always get second-hand embarrassment when people stop talking if Potter walks by or joins the lift.”

Hermione patiently listened to his ramblings, restraining herself from telling him to get to the point already.

Ron sipped on his tea and shook his head. “You know what? I read too much into this. Just realised that I’m acting exactly as everyone else does. What’s the big deal? Just a bloke who wants to have a pint after work.”

Hermione stared at Ron, expecting him to go on with his story, but he just kept sipping his tea.

“Ron!”

“What?”

“How did he ask you out?” She accidentally raised her voice but Hermione was finally losing her patience with him.

“I told you, he most likely-”

“Just tell me the damn story, already!” Hermione snapped, blushing a little when she noticed the people on the other tables giving her funny looks.

“Alright,” Ron said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Calm down, barmy woman.”

“You're the one marching into my office like a lunatic. Spill it! Now!”

With a heavy sigh, Ron continued with his story, curling his hands around the tea mug to keep from fidgeting.

“Seamus had already gotten off at another level, so it was just me and Potter in there. I tried to avoid the awkward silence, so I asked him if he followed Quidditch and was going to listen to or even watch the Tornados match tonight. He said that he does follow Quidditch and that he intended to listen to the match at home but if I'd be up to it, we could listen to it at this new pub that just opened in Diagon. He totally caught me by surprise, but I must've agreed because he told me he'll meet me at the fireplaces at 5. Then he left the lift. Then I freaked out and came to your office.”

Ron marked the end of his story by taking another sip of his tea before he defiantly crossed his arms in front of him.

“Jesus, Harry Potter actually asked you out! Oh my God!” Hermione almost squealed, grasping one of Ron's arms.

“Nah! I don't think so anymore. I bet he just wanted to have a pint and was only being polite when he asked me to come along,” Ron said. “Who'd ask someone out like that anyway?”

“Someone looking for a partner?”

“Yeah, but think about it, Hermione. Why would he ask me out? The guy is not only fucking famous, he's also devilishly handsome. He could have anyone he wanted.”

“So?”

Ron looked at Hermione as though she'd just declared the desire to live as a chicken.

“So? So, why would someone ask me out while on a random stroll through the Ministry? Who'd think ‘Oh, that freakishly tall ginger with more freckles than skin looks kinda awkwardly cute. Let's try to get a leg over?'"

“I dated you,” Hermione interjected.

“You don't count.”

“Well, thank you!” Her sarcasm was all but ignored by Ron.

“I just know I'll embarrass myself tonight,” Ron insisted, looking quite unhappy. “Let's go back to work. I still have to write that useless report.”

“Devilishly handsome, hm?”

“Shut up!”

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Harry didn't know what had possessed him to ask the cute ginger out for a pint.

Maybe it had been the Prophet article speculating for the umpteenth time about when the Savior of the Wizarding World would finally settle down and make some black-haired, green-eyed babies. Rita Skeeter had many ideas about what worthy witch could conquer the heart of Harry Potter. All things considered, the article had probably not been the worst thing written about him so far.

Sometimes he wondered if he should've taken Sirius’ advice to feed the press and public meaningless details of his life. It wouldn't stop the constant speculations and made-up affairs, but it probably would reduce the paparazzi following him around, the crazy fans sending him love letters and maybe, they would find something more newsworthy than where Harry Potter bought his toilet paper.

But he hated the fact that people demanded this from him. He was 29 now, and while the great hype about him was over, he still seemed to be interesting enough to write about, even over a decade after his defeat of Voldemort.

He knew the majority of the Wizarding World was sincerely grateful for what he'd done. There were so many parents thanking him for the simple fact that they're still alive and able to see their children grow up.

It reminded him that it was all worth it. The sacrifices, the nearly friendless childhood, his secret life away from the public, the growing up with the knowledge that he might not live long enough to celebrate his 17th birthday. All of that had resulted in ending Voldemort once and for all.

When he'd destroyed the Dark Lord and his Horcruxes though, Harry’s hope of finally living a normal life got crushed soon after. In the post-war world, it had been next to impossible to lead a life like everyone else. Because of his childhood and his training by Alastor ‘Mad Eye’ Moody himself, he learned not to trust easily. And since occasions to make friends or interact with strangers had been few and far between, he never really learned what to look for in a friend.

He was well aware that he was complaining about a comfortable life. His parents had left him a respectable amount of gold, and Sirius bought him a flat in London after he graduated from Auror Academy. Maybe he'd gotten this job because of his fame and reputation, but he knew he deserved the position as Head Auror. There was hardly anyone with the same amount of training and experience he brought to the table, and he was under the impression the people working for him did genuinely like him as a boss. Two of them he even considered friends after all these years.

Aside from the two friends at work he also had his family. He had Sirius, Remus, Andromeda, Tonks and his godson, Teddy. He wasn't alone by any means, but he'd never met someone he could possibly fall in love with. Hell, aside from one of Tonks’ old friends from school and her father's attempts to set him up with several of his countless nieces—and later nephews when Harry told his family girls didn't do it for him—he'd never even dated. Toby—a fellow student from elementary school and the only friend his age—dragged him to Muggle pubs and clubs, resulting in the occasional snog or even a shag with a stranger. Needless to say, his first time hadn't exactly been romance novel material and it sure wasn't something he liked to think about. Sometimes, Harry feared that he would never fall in love, that he wasn't capable of developing those feelings for another person.

Those unpleasant thoughts combined with the Rita Skeeter article may have been the result of his sudden impulse to just go for it and ask the redhead out. But it also could have been the brilliant blue eyes, the kind, shy smile and the lean shoulders. Harry was sure, though, that the main reason for it had been the fact that this man hadn't treated him like a Messiah. It had just been an easy conversation, even if it had been only two minutes.

Harry hoped it would remain that way when they watched the game later. In fact, he could just brush it off as a friendly meeting with a fellow Ministry worker if Cute Ginger wasn't interested in anything more.

But when he thought about the redhead’s lopsided grin, Harry felt a foreign flutter in his stomach and he couldn't help but hope for more, even if it was just another visit to the pub.

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In the 30 years of Ron Weasley’s existence, he'd never been on time for something not work-related. Today, though, he was almost ten minutes early as he waited by the fireplaces for Harry Potter.

Again, he felt rather pathetic. For a hot second, he considered waiting in a nearby bathroom to pass the time, pretending to get to their meeting place just in time. But then he reminded himself that he wasn’t a petty teenager anymore, and even if Potter found it pathetic, Ron didn’t expect a repeat of tonight, anyway.

He decided to just treat this like a meet-up with Dean and Seamus every other Thursday after work. Just two guys, enjoying a couple of pints together, talking about Quidditch. Nothing special. Nothing to freak out over.

The atrium was busy as ever but he spotted Potter right away when the Head-Auror stepped out of the lift and made his way towards the fireplaces. He still wore his magenta work robes and Ron couldn't help but notice how sexy they looked on him.

“Hi!” Potter greeted Ron, smiling somewhat shyly. “Ready for some beer and Quidditch?”

“Sure! But I forgot to introduce myself earlier, so I figured I'd do that now,” Ron said, giving the dark haired man a smile in return, as he offered his hand for a proper introduction. “I'm Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“I'm Harry.”

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“No way! How did he get out of there?”

Harry barked out a laugh at Ron's tale of a night out with Seamus and Dean. His outburst was loud enough for the other guests of the pub to look in their direction. Ron found it amusing how a simple change into Muggle clothes, different glasses, and a slightly lighter hair colour resulted in no one recognizing the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Since it was a Muggle police station, Seamus had to spend the night there. Statute of Secrecy, and all. We picked him up the next morning and filled him in on what he'd done the night before, including showing everyone his pale arse.” Ron grinned deviously at the memory. “I invented some things for good measure. Unfortunately, Dean is too good for this world and told him a few hours later that I was taking the mickey.”

Harry shook his head, chuckling. “That reminds me of Remus searching the whole of London for Sirius, only to find him several hours later in a hidden spot on the roof. He was gazing at the stars and totally stoned. Combined with Firewhiskey, he didn't remember a single thing from that night.”

“Sirius?” Ron looked quite interested at the mention of his Godfather’s name. “Sirius, as in Sirius Black?”

“Yes. He was my Dad’s best friend. And he's my Godfather.”

“I'm just asking because I'm related to the Blacks. My grandfather married Cedrella Black.”

“Yes, I recognize the name. Her face got blasted off the family tree,” Harry said, and at Ron's raised eyebrow quickly added, “Sirius’ mother blasted everyone off that tree who didn't uphold the Black family's motto ‘Toujours pur’. So, Cedrella must have gone against the high and mighty Black Pureblood tradition.”

“Well,” Ron said, taking a swig of his beer, “she married a Weasley. I'm sure that alone was reason enough to disown her. The Weasleys have been notorious blood traitors since forever.”

“Sounds like your grandmother had good taste in men if you ask me.”

Harry winked at Ron, and the redhead felt the burning blush creeping up his neck.

Ron was once again amazed at how little time it had taken him to lose his nervousness. But Harry Potter made it very easy for him. Harry was confident, yet humble and polite. His humor didn't have Ron's sarcastic edge, but the redhead found Harry delightfully witty with a good amount of sass.

Ron didn't know what he expected but it was undeniable how easy it was to talk to Harry. He could only hope the raven-haired man enjoyed this just as much as he did. Harry laughed at his jokes and seemed genuinely interested in Ron's more-than-mundane life.

As much as Ron tried to see this as a meeting with a good friend, he couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest every time Harry smiled at him or his leg accidentally bumped against Ron's. And if the alcohol hadn't gone to his head already, making him imagine things, Harry's eyes kept flitting down to Ron's lips.

When the woman behind the bar announced the final round, they decided to call it a night since it was one of Harry's work Saturdays tomorrow.

As they ventured out of the crowded pub and into the cool night air, Ron was disappointed about the evening coming to an end. Time had flown and he was sure they could've talked for several more hours.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Harry asked just as Ron wanted to wish him a good night.

Ron nodded, not being able to suppress his smile as Harry obviously remembered him mentioning that he only lived a few blocks away.

They kept their pace slow and walked a little closer to each other than necessary, their hands bumping against one another. Every touch sent a jolt through Ron's body and he wanted nothing more than to take Harry's hand.

Eventually, they reached their destination. During the entire walk home Ron had gathered all of his Gryffindor courage to ask Harry out, this time for an official date.

“I- um,” Ron started, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck to ease his nerves. “I really enjoyed this evening and I was wondering...Maybe I got this all wrong, but you seem interested, and well, I'm interested too. And if you're not, that's totally fine. But...caniseeyouagain?”

And before Ron's face had the time to go completely crimson, he got his answer as Harry took his hand to pull him close, leaned up and kissed him.

Harry pulled back from Ron's lips, his stunning, green eyes slightly darker than usual and holding a hopeful glint.

Ron didn't give himself the chance to overthink as he put his hand on the back of Harry's neck and kissed him again. A deep groan escaped him when Harry licked at Ron's bottom lip and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ron was positive that he'd never experienced something more incredible than kissing Harry Potter. The only things he was capable of paying attention to were Harry and the wild thumping of his heart. And while it was exhilarating and new and positively made him weak in the knees, it also felt a lot like coming home.

Having lost all sense of time, Ron couldn't tell if they'd kissed for a minute or several hours when they broke apart. Harry's hands still gripped his shirt and Ron let his own hands glide from Harry's dark hair down over strong, well-defined shoulders to finally rest at his hips.

Both of them tried to catch their breath and Harry, who finally let go of Ron's shirt to put his arms around him, smiled up at Ron almost shyly.

“Yes, you can see me again,” Harry said, grinning.”What are your plans for tomorrow night?”

“Well,” Ron pretended to think about it for a second, “I thought I'd do this.”

And with that, he leaned in to kiss Harry again.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

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Just as he turned off the radio and grabbed his coat from the rag beside the door, a loud knock sounded through Harry's now quiet flat.

“Ten minutes early. Eager, aren't we?” Harry said as he opened the door for a tall ginger with a picnic basket in one hand and a broom in the other.

“Says the one waiting right beside the door like a good dog.”

Ron shoved his way inside, putting down the basket and broom before pulling Harry into his arms.

“Happy Birthday,” Ron murmured against the other man's lips. “And I thought I was supposed to give you a present, not the other way around?”

Harry pulled back a little, apparently confused. Ron grinned at him and squeezed Harry's arse. “Thanks for wearing my favourite pants today.”

Chuckling, Harry pointed at the broom Ron had brought with him. “No way I'll fly on a broom in these. Good thing I also packed my joggers.”

Ron hadn't told him where they were going for Harry's Birthday. He'd just instructed Harry to be ready at 9 in the morning, so they'd be back in time for dinner at Grimmauld Place with Harry's family.

Only two months had passed since their first kiss, but Harry already felt as though he'd known Ron for much longer. Every kiss, every touch, all the teasing and banter, and late night talks felt so completely natural, yet blissfully exciting.

“Come on, grab your broom. We're on a tight schedule.”

Ron winked at him and before Harry knew it, they were standing in the middle of a giant Quidditch pitch.

There wasn't a single soul besides them, but Harry immediately recognized the giant Hogwarts House banners from his family's keepsakes of their school years. Aside from that fateful day when he'd fought Voldemort on those grounds, he'd never visited the school. Not before, not after.

Harry tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The surprise must be the result of one of their late night talks, when Harry confessed that his deepest desire while growing up had been to go to Hogwarts.

“Are we allowed to be here or do I need to arrest you for breaking into school grounds?”

Arms wrapped around him from behind and Harry could feel Ron smiling against the back of his head. “I wouldn't be opposed to playing the big bad Auror and the naughty Suspect later, but this is actually 100% legal. Having contacts with important Quidditch officials has its perks sometimes. And my annual chess game against McGonagall helped too, I suppose.”

“Okay then,” Harry said, lifting one of Ron's hands to his mouth to brush his lips against his knuckles. “Fill me in on that plan of yours.”

Ron let go of him and reached for their brooms, tossing one of them at Harry. “I thought we'd fly over the grounds first, so I can show you everything from above. The castle looks fucking amazing from up there and the Great Lake is a sight to die for when the water reflects the sun.”

Ron mounted his broom and flew in slow circles around Harry as he continued to talk. “I hope you don't mind that I invited your family for dinner. But I thought we could all show you the castle, introduce you to our favourite spots and secret places. Andromeda can show us the Slytherin common room. I've never been there myself. I'll show you the kitchen first. That's where I'll cook dinner later while the others show you around.”

Jumping down from his broom, Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of excitement and reluctance as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was a telltale sign of the redhead being nervous, Harry had learned in the last weeks.

“So, I thought this to be fitting for a 30th Birthday. I wasn't sure what to get you that you don't already have, and I reckoned this might be fun.”

Harry didn't know what to say and his silence only made Ron doubt his plan more. It always baffled Harry how Ron didn't realize how wonderful he was. He wished Ron could see himself through Harry's eyes.

Right at that moment, as Harry looked into Ron's blue eyes, it hit him. In fact, he knew he'd been harbouring these feelings inside him for weeks now, but only now he could see it with shining clarity.

He was falling in love.

The feeling was new, something he'd never experienced, but still he recognized it for what it was.

 Love.

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[lovinkiri]

Kinktober 2020, Day Twenty-four

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Eijirou Kirishima

Warning: Threesome, Reader's a virgin, Oral (Giving), Double Penetration, Yandere-ish themes.

Aphrodisiac Quirk.

That's all that went through your mind as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs. It almost burned, your body craving attention. And of all the people to be around, it had to be your two best friends. Bakugou Katsuki. Kirishima Eijirou. 

Yup. Your two best friends. 

Your two handsome best friends. 

Your two increasingly sexy best friends

... Damn it. 

You mentally cursed the villian who had hit you guys. You all took quite a few hits, Katsuki taking the most. Coincidentally, he was the one to take her down. You still remember the agitated but frustrated look on his face. How he and Kirishima panted with sweat rolling down their necks.

You quickly shook your head to rid yourself of the sinful thought. They walked on either side of you, eyeing you in what you assumed was worry, but also something else. You knew they noticed your increase in speed as you walked. And you'd definitely noticed the prominent bulges in their pants.

You looked down in embarrassment. "I think I need to head home.." Your words came out breathy, a slight undertone of a whimper. Katsuki licked his lips and gave Eijirou a look. With hesitance, Eijirou began to speak. "Actually.. Can we stay at your place until this wears off..? I uh.. I don't think we can make it home at this rate.." He mumbled.

Giving him a small glance, you watched as his face turned red. He took deeper breathes and it looked as if walking was becoming frustrating. You looked at Katsuki and witnessed the same symptoms in him. You knew you'd regret leaving them like that. With a sigh, you hesitantly nodded. "Y-Yeah.. Okay.."

Once home, you started on your way to your room, but you moved a bit too fast. Tripping over something you'd accidentally left on the floor earlier that day, you expected to come face to face with the floor. Instead, you fell into a warm embrace. Looking up, rather than the floor, you faced Katsuki.

As if an instinct, your body pressed itself against him with a whine. The sudden force sent him to the ground with you straddling his thigh. You whined and desperately pressed yourself against his thigh. "I-I cant- I'm sorry, I.." You cut yourself off with a gasp as Katsuki pulled you closer. "Fuck.." He growled out. 

There was a quiet, dull thud behind you. Then, Eijirou's voice mumbled into your ear. "Don't forget about me, Pebble.." His voice made you shiver in anticipation. Reaching behind, your fingers curling into his hair to pull him in closer. His lips found your neck, biting and sucking at the flesh. You bit your lip as he found that sensitive spot on your neck. His hands immediately worked on removing your hero costume, getting help from Katsuki who simply ripped the lower half apart.

You would have scolded him, but your body was burning. Your mind clouded with desire. From the knees up, your costume was ripped from back to front. Hardening the tips of his fingers, Eijirou played with your hard nipples. You gasped as he pinched at them playfully, and he chuckled softly. "You're so beautiful.. Fuck, its getting harder to hold back." 

Katsuki scoffed and when you finally focused back onto him, his firm cock was in his hand. Your licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to either have him in your mouth or pussy. They seemed to notice because Eijirou's  hands were on his hips in a second, lifting you from Katsuki who stood up. The blonde grinned down at you before smacking his length against your cheek. "Open that fuckin' mouth."

You let your lips part for him. As he slid into your mouth, his fingers gripped at your hair. "That's right, stick that tongue out- Fuck, yeah. Good slut." Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, gently moving with his thrusts. You looked up, keeping eye contact as best as you could. This made Katsuki groan and thrust in another inch.

Eijirou's still hardened fingers began to toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it. Your hands gripped onto his arms, moaning around Katsuki's cock. Eijirou began gently biting into your neck, sinking his sharp teeth into you. The feeling made you tighten your grip but he gently hushed you. "Calm down, it's alright. You're doing so well babygirl."

You began to rock your hips against Eijirou's fingers, whining softly. Deactivating his quirk, he pressed a finger into your aching. Your eyes fluttered for a moment and you moaned softly against Katsuki, causing him to grunt softly. 

Katsuki sped up his thrusts, choosing to shift gears and fuck himself into your mouth. The sounds of gags overtook the room and you moaned. "Mm, fuck.. Should've fucked this mouth ages ago." 

Eijirou pulled his pants down. Taking your hand into his, your hand was guided over to his cock. Your hand  wrapped around it, though the position made moving your hand difficult. Noticing, Eijirou began to thrust himself into your grip. "Ngh.. Can't wait be bury myself deep inside this tight fucking body.." He groaned.

Katsuki grunted, pulling out of your mouth. "Tell me about it. And I bet our personal cock sleeve loves all this attention. Don't you?" His grip in your hair tightened and you mewled softly. "Mhm.. P-Please.." You whimpered. Katsuki took his seat in front of you again. 

Surprisingly, you were turned around to face Eijirou. Behind you, Katsuki pressed his cock between your folds and gave a few thrusts. "You're fuckin' dripping. Eager to be fucked, cock slut?" You could hear the smirk. Then, his tip slid to your ass. Your eyes widened and you glanced back at. "K-Katsu-" Your chin was gripped and Eijirou forced you gaze back on him. "Look at me, baby."

Slowly, Katsuki pushed into your ass. At the same time, Eijirou allowed his cock to the finally sink into your desperate cunt. You flinched and gripped onto Eijirou. He stopped and kissed your shoulder. "Baby.. Are you a virgin?" He mumbled against your skin. You gave a small, embarrassed nod. Finally bottoming out inside of you, Katsuki groaned. "Who better than us to break you in?"

Once fully pushed into you, Eijirou and Katsuki stilled to give you a some time. After about a minute though, Katsuki started his thrusts. "Fuck it, she'll get used to it. Won't you, whore?" He growled into your ear. You whined softly and gripped onto Eijirou's shoulders, who also started to thrust up into you.

It wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and you moaned out. You'd never felt so full, not only your body but your senses. They were all you smelled, felt, heard, saw. Hell, Bakugou was all you could taste. You only tried to focus on the feeling of them rubbing against your inner walls. The quirk used on the three of you had obviously made everything way more sensitive.

Their thrusts weren't enough soon and using Eijirou as leverage, you lifted your body and allowed yourself to fall back down on their cocks. Eijirou's eyes closed and Katsuki groaned softly. 

"Shit, Pebble, just like that. That's right."

"Fuck, Teddybear.."

They whispered praises into your ears and it only spurred you on. Even when your legs wanted to give up, you continued. You chased the orgasm building up and your vision blurred. You whimpered as you felt the two marking up your body.

Soon, you finally came. Your walls squeezed and fluttered around the two. Eijirou leaned back on his elbow and rubbed quickly at your clit. You whimpered softly and continued to milk their cocks. Katsuki growled out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.."

Following your orgasm was Eijirou with a rough moan. He came inside, his cum reaching deep inside you. You gasped and that turned into a whimper as Katsuki thrust into you roughly before pulling out and cumming all over your body.

You laid against Eijirou, suddenly feeling exhausted. He chuckled and slowly pulled you, smiling at as you made a small noise. Katsuki grunted softly. "Get some rest, dumbass.. We'll take care of everything." With a hum, you let yourself fall into unconsciousness. 

Eijirou looked at Katsuki. "We need to remember to pay off that guy and the fake cops later."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. C'mon, get her washed up. I'll get my car." Katsuki stood. 

Lifting you into his arms as he stood, he smiled down at you. "Our Pebble."

Katsuki opened the door and grinned. "Our Teddybear."

[yourmidnightlover]

Babe can i request for your celebration of 1k followers: Smut 11 with angst 4 and happy ending

Also ‼congrats‼ babe ❤️🎉😏

of course! thank you so much, sweetie :,)

angst 4 just GETS TO ME. it’s very angst but very addictive. it also turned into an actual fic, kinda?

if anyone wants to request another blurb, the prompts are found here.

angst #4: “i can’t... you’re engaged.”

smut #11: “please, just let me please you.”

CW: kinda angsty, reader thinks he’s such eating when he kisses her (he’s not-it’ll make more sense once you read it), fingering, cream pie, nicknames (good boy, princess), kinda switch!reader and spencer, overstimulation, slight cum play ig?, unprotected penetrative sex. *let me know if i missed anything*

you never thought you’d actually lose spencer. okay, you didn’t lose him. he’s not dead. but he can’t be yours anymore. you don’t really know how it happened. they had just gotten into the relationship. max, is her name. and she was wonderful, which might be the worst part.

she was beautiful and kind and great with children and probably perfect for spencer. but you wouldn’t let yourself believe that they were actually together. you refused. until he came into the office one morning looking... concerned? he was biting his bottom lip gently and didn’t speak a word as he entered. there was no ‘random fact of the day’ or smart quip. it was just rush.

“spence? are you alright?” you walked over to his desk.

“what?” he looked up at you. “of course i’m fine. why wouldn’t i be fine?”

“you just look... bothered,” you pressed as you leaned on his desk, your hand accidentally touching his as you tried to get comfortable. that’s when you looked down and saw it. “sorr...y.”

a gold wedding ring on his left ring finger.

they had only been together for four months. four months. you had known him for four years. and he was no longer gone. he was no longer yours, although he never really was to begin with. there was a beat of silence, a rather long one at that. you just stared at the band of metal for what felt like a decade before looking back at his face. he looked like he was sorry, like maybe he could tell what that meant for you.

in the months of his new relationship he came to you during their issues. when he felt as though she was moving a bit too quickly, when he thought he should end it, when he felt too insecure around her... everything. he came to you. it’s like he had all of these seeds of doubt planted in his mind. you had more than one opportunity to squander their relationship.

but instead you were a good friend. you helped him resolve the conflict and you mended their already failing relationship. and here all of those moments were, mended together in the form of a ring that was supposed to represent the bond of forever, biting you in the ass.

“um,” you cleared your throat before removing yourself from his desk, metaphorically from his life. “congratulations,” you said curtly before scurrying back to your own desk.

you thought you still had a chance. he still gave you the look that had given you hope for all of these years. his eyes would say, ‘i want you,’ but clearly, all he wanted was a life without you. the two of you had been teetering on the edge of being in a relationship and being strictly friends. maybe you had been imagining the glances he would send you and the lingering stares and the way his hand would touch yours so delicately when you needed the reassurance. maybe you just needed a break from him to organize your feelings.

that’s what you would do. a little distance would do you some good. and maybe, just maybe, you could finally get over your little crush love for him.

so when you would normally go on a lunch break with him, you worked through it. when he asked what you wanted to eat, you gave him a simple shrug and a, “i’m not hungry,” with a tight-lipped smile, which was the best you could muster up.

when you would normally take a coffee break with him to stretch your legs, you stayed put and opted to continue the case file you were on. as it turns out, taking no breaks from your work really helps everything go on much quicker. you finished your workload by 4:30, so hitch let you go home.

you didn’t tell spencer goodbye.

the next day was the same. and the next. and the next. the days turned into weeks and then eventually a month and then two.

it was hard to not talk to him. it was as if a piece of you were missing. but he was never a part of you, so why did you feel so empty? he seemed perfectly fine without you.

but he wasn’t. he wasn’t fine without you. he knew that him getting engaged in such a short amount of time hurt you - and it hurt him too. truth be told, he didn’t want to marry maxine. he intended on breaking up with her on the date she proposed, she just beat him to it. and he couldn’t bring himself to embarrass her like that. she seemed so excited and happy. but he was so worried about you and what you’d think the entire time he had the ring on his finger.

and when you stopped talking to him altogether he swore he might not make it. but it seemed as though that’s how you needed to cope. so he gave you your space. once the two month mark of you not talking to him and avoiding him hit, he knew he couldn’t last like that.

he couldn’t live without you. it’s been ages since he’s heard your laugh and he’s having withdrawals. so he did something that was extremely hard for him.

when you saw him enter the office with a bouquet of flowers before anyone was even here you rolled your eyes. did she give those to him, too? did she just want to rub it in? no, you wouldn’t think bad of her just because she’s with the man you’re in love with. you avoided his gaze and turned your attention back to your case files, trying to avoid spencer at all costs. then you felt a presence at your desk. a shadow was cast over your papers and you looked up to see him standing above you. you gave him the same tight-lipped smile as two months ago and went back to your work.

“y/n,” he whispered, you looked up to see him biting his lip.

“what, spencer?” you answered with an edge to your voice.

“i want to talk to you,” he looked around at the still empty office. “in private, please.”

“spencer, i can’t... you’re engaged,” you sighed, trying to lower the tears that threatened to pool in your eyes.

“please, let me explain-“

“what more is there to explain?” you scoffed as you rose from your seat. “clearly you want to be with her for the rest of your life. so have fun, spencer. i just... i can’t.”

spencer watched you walk away. away from him and away from the flowers with a card that told you what had happened. the card that would’ve explained everything. and the card that would’ve explained how he had cut things off with maxine.

that very night, however, he decided he’d had enough. he drove to your apartment and banged on your door, without the flowers since they were dead now. when you opened the door to reveal spencer reid standing outside of your apartment, you fought the urge to both cry and slam the door in his face.

“what?” you asked, pleading with your eyes for him to give you some sort of peace whether it be from him leaving or telling you what you wanted needed to hear.

“please...” he asked, “just let me explain.”

you moved out of the doorway so he could come into the room. you closed the door, your back pressed against it, and crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

“explain,” you ordered, deciding to not be sad but instead be angry with him.

be angry with the fact that he chose her. be angry that he didn’t tell you in the first place. be angry that he showed up to your apartment right as soon as you had finally finished crying - again.

“i-i...” he couldn’t find the right words.

he couldn’t figure out how to tell you the right way how much he loved you. how he wanted you. how he needed you.

“for christ sakes, spencer!” you laughed. “you come here late at night, when your fiancé is probably waiting to see you, and what for?! to stand there and just look at me like some dumb, broken fucking puppy?! i’ve never been one to doubt my intelligence but maybe i am dumb. maybe i’m dumb because i let you break me. i never should’ve let myself fall in love with you, you- you asshole,” you were seething. you didn’t even realize you had been crying until he looked at the tears streaming down your face. “how could you? how could you hurt me like that? you lead me on and then... just get engaged so easily. what am i to you, spencer? because i thought i meant more to you than that.”

“you do. you do!” he interrupted. “you mean so, so much to me. more than i know how to describe,” he walked closer to you and tried to take your hands in his, you reluctantly allowed it. “i love you. i love you, y/n. i love you so much it makes me idiotic. i have been chasing my tail trying to figure out how to get you to talk to me again, and if the only way you’ll talk to me is by yelling then so be it. i just need to hear your voice and i need to hear your laugh.”

“leave, spencer,” you tried to pull your hands from his. “you’re engaged. you’re going to get married. i won’t be a home-wrecker, spence. i don’t know what kind of game you’re getting at but telling me you love me isn’t going to make me forget that you’re in love with someone else. you’re marrying someone else, spencer. i can’t-“

and his lips were on yours, his hands now cupping your face. the stupidest thing you allowed yourself to do - you let him in. you let his tongue enter your mouth slowly. you let yourself indulge in his lips on yours, the soft pillowy flesh you’ve dreamt of kissing since you had met him.

his hands trailed down your face and to your waist, pulling your body flush against his own. you whimpered into his mouth, obviously spurring him on as his hands trailed further around and squeezed your ass. your breathing picked up as his lips traveled down your neck.

you had forgotten all about his engagement and how much he hurt you. just this one time, you would give in.

he sucked a dark mark on your neck before sliding his hands underneath your shirt, palming gently at your breasts.

“spencer,” you sighed softly from his touch.

“please,” he muttered. “please, just let me please you.”

“okay,” you agreed, your hands pulling at his shoulders.

“thank, fuck,” he groaned before you helped him toss your shirt on the couch, leaving your bare chest on display for him. “you’re beautiful.”

“shut up,” you pulled his lips back to yours to silence him.

“no,” he mumbled with a smile on his lips. “you truly are, y/n,” he tried to tell you between kisses.

“what did i say, spencer?” you pulled back with an angry look on your face.

“before i actually do shut up, i need to tell you something,” his hands on your waist began stroking circles into your soft skin. “i ended things with maxine.”

“why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?!” you questioned.

“i saw you and i just-“

“god, i don’t care,” you muttered before pulling his lips to yours once more. “do something, spence,” you rolled your hips into his as you began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “i need you.”

he let his hand trail to the front of your body and enter your shorts once he looked at you for permission. his fingers danced over your underwear and found your clit quickly, rubbing gentle circles.

“stop teasing,” your hips bucked into his hand before you pulled his hair, he moaned into your mouth.

his fingers finally entered your panties, and he gathered the wetness that had been collecting before going back up to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves moderately slow.

“fuck,” you groaned, making him eager to please you. he picked up his speed on your clit before letting his fingers travel back to your entrance, slowly pushing to fingers in. “g-good boy, baby.”

his hips rutted up into your own upon the praise. he curled his fingers, trying to find that spongey tissue inside of you that would drive you mad. once he found it, he began thrusting his fingers into you, allowing his palm to hit your clit just right each time he slammed them inside of you.

“fuck, i’m so close,” you whined, sucking on his bottom lip before pressing a kiss to it. “keep going, baby.”

and boy did he go. he loved watching you come undone on his fingers, it would probably definitely become his favorite sight in the time to come. the way your lips hovered over his own, your eyes became hooded, and your moans wanton. when he let his lips travel to your neck and find the soft spot he somehow knew drove you crazy, he also let the one hand on your waist travel up and palm your breast, tweaking the nipple gently between his fingers and sending you over the edge.

he pulled back swiftly to watch you as you came undone. a sheen of sweat littered the high points of your face, your chest was heaving for air as your hips continued to fit into his hand as you came down.

“i need you inside me,” you muttered softly, almost afraid of his rejection.

“good,” he breathed out before grabbing your face and connecting your lips once more, you led the both of you to your bedroom.

you crawled onto the bed, and he undid his pants, throwing them aside and carefully navigating up to you once more.

“hi,” you smiled, your hands stroking his cheekbones.

“hi,” he whispered back, admiring the softness of the situation. “are you ready?”

“yes, please,” you nodded your head as he spread your legs, taking his place between them and lining himself up with your entrance.

“so tight, princess,” he groaned once he barely entered you.

“princess?” you quirked a brow at the nickname.

“yea, princess,” he chuckled before giving you another chaste kiss that you deepened, clenching around his dick once he was fully sheathed inside of you. “shit, do that again,” and you did. “fuck, you’re so good, baby.”

“please,” you pawed at his back as if that would push him to start thrusting. “fuck me.”

“you want me to fuck you, princess?” you nodded eagerly.

he slowly began thrusting in you before he rapidly snapped his hips. ever thrust of his hips meeting yours caused the sound of skin on skin clapping echo inside of your room. he brought his hand up to your face, gently cupping it and tracing your bottom lip before you took his thumb into your mouth. you sucked on his thumb, your tongue tracing his fingerprint. maybe that way you’d become a part of him forever, right on the tip of his fingers.

“fuck,” he moaned before he sped up even quicker. “touch yourself, princess. make yourself cum on my dick.”

you were already close - spencer could feel it. it only took a couple more seconds before you were clenching and unclenching around him, the fluttering of your pussy sending him over the edge. his hot cum spread into your stomach, filling you with a sense of warmth and satisfaction you hadn’t known you needed.

“so good, spence,” you muttered as he fucked his cum back into you, you hissed at the overstimulation.

“your mine, princess,” he pressed a soft kiss to your neck before pulling himself out of you.

“wrong,” you corrected. “you’re mine.”

“whatever you say,” he smiled, turning his head to look at you. “i’m sorry,” he said sincerely.

“yea, me too,” you sighed before sitting up, not looking at him.

“here,” he jumped up out of the bed. “let me,” he ran into your bathroom, not missing the chuckle that emitted from your lips. he returned with a damp, warm washcloth and got between your legs once more, this time eye level to your pussy. “fuck,” he whispered.

he used his fingers to spread your pussy open, admiring the way his cum was dripping out of your entrance, you pussy seemingly clenching around nothing. suddenly, his tongue was on your entrance and lapping up the both of yours arousal. your hand shot into his hair, gently tugging at it as he ate you out.

“so good, spence,” you ground your hips into his face. “please don’t stop-don’t stop!” you knew he wouldn’t stop as he pushed you over the edge for the third time that night. “god-fuck, yes!” you looked down to admire the man beneath you, smiling when you saw that his eyes were still on your face, watching you come undone.

“such a pretty pussy,” he squeezed your thigh before rising back up to give you a belated kiss. “now i can clean you up,” you both laughed.

for the first night in two months, neither of you worried about what was to come - even if you probably should’ve worried about work. you both were guarded by each other’s presence; nothing threatened to breach the security you had with one another. because, now, he was yours. and you were his.

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

________________

" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

[kpopscenario]

A day on the beach

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You finally managed to organize the much needed day trip to the beach with your boyfriend - and some other friends who would cause some mixed feelings in Vernon.

A/N: Mentions of jealousy

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I looked out of the window and finally saw the beach. The weather was just right- not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect not to freeze in only a bikini but also not to sweat like a pig under the sun. I was sitting on the passenger’s seat, next to my boyfriend Vernon, who always wore a content little smile on his face while concentrating on the road. 

“If it takes us ten more minutes to arrive-”

“If you complain one more time, I’m gonna yeet you out of the car”, Chan groaned towards Soonyoung who was now pouting like the immature adult he was. Vernon just took a turn left and then already could drive onto the parking area. 

“Look outside, we’re already here, relax”, the male next to me said in his calm voice. 

Minutes later, we were ready to wander to the actual beach, with all our bags and umbrellas. It was actually hilarious how we kinda looked like we were going on a week trip with everything they insisted on taking with us. As we finally decided a spot that wasn’t in a crowded area, Chan took the towels out, I arranged the umbrellas, Vernon got himself something to drink and Soonyoung immediately got rid of his shirt. That man had been whining during the whole ride about how badly he missed the sea and being able to just lay down on the sand or play beach volleyball. It was cute how excited the pink-haired male was and it didn’t take him more than a minute to run into the waves, making us laugh. He clumsily tripped one meter inside the water- falling face first. Chan only shook his head, half ashamed for his friend, but then got undressed as well. 

“Are we going in too?”

Within a minute, both Vernon and I were ready to join our clumsy clown and so we all went into the quite cold water. While Chan was very passionate about swimming (just like Vernon and Soonyoung), I was quite respectfully approaching them. Not because of the temperature, but because I was paranoid what might swim around my feet without me knowing. Luckily, they knew that and they didn’t splash me with water to rush me. Vernon was patiently waiting for me, like the gentleman and good boyfriend that he was, even asked if I wanted to hold his hand, which I then gladly took to get deeper. Meanwhile the other two were already dipping their heads underwater or splashed each other. 

Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of being in the water, Vernon made sure to always be around if the other two were occupied with something else or too far away. A few minutes in, the three of them started playing with a soft ball while I preferred to watch them being all silly and excited. The sweet thing was Vernon keep checking how far I was away, or if I was comfortable - something I really appreciated him for. His supportive, caring and low-key soft personality made me feel safe in wherever we were and I loved him for that. After a while, I felt my body shivering and I bet my lips were turning purple. 

“I-I think I'm gonna lay down a bit”, I explained before seeing my boyfriend approve with a nod. So I left the water and headed to our place, wanting to feel the soft towel underneath me. As soon as I was out of the ocean, I felt myself relieved, the ocean just wasn’t my thing. But lying on the towel with a book and something to drink was so much better. Therefore I did exactly that, casually watching the three friends playing or making challenges who could swim the fastest. It was clear that we all needed this day off. They hadn’t had a free fully day off in a long while, therefore it was a hell to organize this day trip. But here we were and I couldn’t have been happier. 

I was on the verge of falling asleep with my open book covering my face, as someone was nudging my leg. 

“Whaaat”, I whined and peeked up - only to see Chan with a grin on his face, all wet and his grey hair being stuck to his forehead. 

“I was gonna get myself some ice cream, are you joining?”, before I answered, my eyes gazed towards my boyfriend. “They keep coming up with new challenges.” 

Amused by them, I giggled and then got up and got my purse. The ice cream stand wasn’t too far away so I didn’t mind getting a shirt over the bikini, why should I? 

“One chocolate and one strawberry please”, I ordered, already knowing that Chan would want nothing else but strawberry ice cream, it was always the same. “I still have no idea how you can actually enjoy strawberries.”

“Uh excuse me when that’s the best flavor?”, he scoffed and contently started eating (deliberately using mmmmmmmhs a million times, which made me nudge him). “Not at you coming for me when you’re ordering the most boring flavor. Chocolate- how creative.”

“Aye! I'm gonna give you a brown nose if you don’t stop disrespecting my amazing taste.” 

Back on our towels, we sat next to each other and both enjoyed our ice cream. Eventually, my eyes met with Vernon’s and he waved back with a wide smile that made me giggle. Chan leaned back and supported his weight on his elbows. 

“From afar, Vernon looks like a stick figure dancing in the water.”

That comment from Chan made me burst out into laughter.

“WHERE did that come from?”, still giggling, we now both observed my boyfriend who definitely looked more handsome than a fucking stick figure. But I kinda knew what Chan meant. Vernon wasn’t the one with the broadest shoulders, not that buff, event that didn’t mean he was exactly skinny. he was perfectly fit. I hit Chan’s chest nevertheless and whined. “Vernon DOESN’T look like that, mister. Just because he’s not as buff as Seungcheol? You’re not that buff either, lil boy.”

That caused Chan to sit straight. 

“DON’T call me that, you dwarf. And I am buff! At least more buff than half a year ago, look!”, he then sucked in some air to appear in a more adequate position, flexing not only his broad upper body but also his arms, which indeed have gained muscle weight overtime. 

“Well, okay maybe a tiny little bit. But look”, I started poking the faded outlines of abs. “still squishy here.” 

Little did I know that Vernon’s expression dropped when he looked over - only to see me touching Chan’s body. 

He just wanted to check what I was doing or if I got bored with him still being in the water. But apparently I had very good company. 

When Vernon’s jealous, he doesn’t seem like it from the outside. He wouldn’t look too different than when he’d just woken up or when he’s bored. Just staring but being rather silent. However, he stopped playing with Soonyoung for quite a moment, his eyes fixed on me and how I giggled to things Chan were saying. What was that funny? He was very well aware that Chan had been my closest friend and that since a long time. But something in Vernon’s head told him that we were being more than just friendly right then. 

“Everything okay?”, Soonyoung asked, impatient with his friend not passing the ball back but Vernon then shook the feeling off as well as possible to continue playing. He was very rarely jealous and even if he was, he mostly was mature enough to know what I was doing, or if I was doing it deliberately or accidentally. He didn’t like being jealous. You were in a strong relationship and he was proud to be my number one safe place, although Chan surely counted as one too. One side of him tried to shake it off and let me have fun with my friend, just like Vernon did with Soonyoung. But the curiosity and slightly anxious feeling of jealousy tingled in his fingertips and he kept sighing when looking over, still seeing us talking passionately, pushing each other or even laying down together. 

‘What am I even jealous of’, he mumbled to himself over and over. Literally to the point where he just couldn’t keep looking over. 

“Hey sorry, I need a break”, he mumbled and gave Soonyoung a pressed smile before leaving the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off us not even seeing him approaching until he was literally standing infront of my towel. Like that, he was blocking the sun for me, which made me whine. 

“Step away, love”, I sat up. 

With that, Vernon nodded and lied exactly next to me, on the same big towel which now didn’t leave any more space. 

“Soonyoung called for you, Chan”, he said casually, rubbing his nose to not seem suspicious about lying. His friend surprisedly looked at him and then stood up.

“Alright then, see you later.”

Vernon waited until the distance was big enough to lie on his back and wrap an arm around my shoulder. This made me smile and roll towards him. He didn’t say anything for a while, not knowing if he should even mention being jealous. He literally felt unnecessarily dramatic with this feeling, especially cause it was rare for him. 

“What was that?” “Huh?”

“You touching Chan, giggling and having fun.”

It took me a moment to know what he even meant, and why he was pointing it out in the first place. 

“Is it bad that we were having fun?”, he sighed.

“Of course not, but...”

“Wait”, I interrupted him as I sat up and looked down at him. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous? Are you?”, now he definitely felt embarrassed about his feeling. Him hiding his face behind his hands proved the whole point, making me giggle. “Babbbyyyyyyy, no reason to get jealous of!”

“I know, I know. Ugh sorry, it’s stupid”, he groaned as he felt my weight now half on top of him as I made sure to cuddle him. Giving reassurance would be enough to calm himself down again. It always helped to kiss his shoulder and explaining the context. 

“We .... uh.... he said that you looked like a stick figure in the water. So I defended you by calling him a lil boy and then, you know, he had to flex.” 

That explanation already was enough to make Vernon start laughing, he could imagine the scene way too well. We were now just laying there, giggling and making fun of the situation. And like that, Vernon felt lighter. 

“Thanks for not calling me a stick figure.” “I got you, baby! But it’s cute when you’re jealous.”

[whumper-boi]

@whumpmasinjuly, prompt is “Sleep” 👹💅

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“Whumpee, Christ, you look like shit.” Caretaker pursed their lips, looking the flushed Whumpee up and down. “Are you feeling okay?”

They nodded, staggering slightly from the motion, something Caretaker didn’t miss. “I just didn’t sleep too well last night, that’s all.”

Whumpee’s voice was mumbled, weak, way too unlike them.

“You should have called in then. The buisness will run even if you’re gone for a day.”

They gave a crack-lipped grin. “Will it though? Gotta keep this place on its toes.” Caretaker didn’t find it too funny, and made that clear. Whumpee sighed. “Caretaker, seriously, I’ll be okay. I just need a cup of coffee and a minute.”

Caretaker wasn’t convinced, but ultimately ended up letting it go. “Fine. But let me go get you that cup.”

“You’re the best.”

They walked in opposite directions, Caretaker making their way to the breakroom to grab two mugs. They tried to tell themself to relax, but couldn’t help but feel like something was worse then it appeared.

They’d noticed in the last couple days the way Whumpee was dragging their feet more, slurring their words, they’d just looked more… exhausted. Caretaker asked once before, but Whumpee had shrugged it off and told them that they hadn’t gotten much sleep.

This was weird.

Before Caretaker could figure out a way to bring up the topic of their sleeping habits, there was a commotion in the other room.

“Holy shit, Whumpee!” They heard one of their coworkers yell. “Someone call an ambulance!”

They all but dropped the mug in their hand, running out to find worried faces crowded around an unconscious Whumpee.

Caretaker shoved their way forward, making their way to Whumpee. “Whumpee, fuck, what happened?” They pulled them into their lap, resting their head on their shoulder.

“I don’t know.” The same coworker who screamed said. “I was just walking their way and they looked awful, so I asked what was wrong and they,” Coworker motioned towards Whumpee.

“You idiot,” Caretaker whispered.

Medical help arrived shortly after, pulling Whumpee into an ambulance. One of the EMT’s asked if someone was riding, and Caretaker had quickly volunteered, though upon arrival they were forced into a waiting room as Whumpee was wheeled into another room.

“Caretaker?” Came a nurses voice almost an hour later. Caretaker jumped up, making their way over.

“Is everything alright? What happened?” They had to resist the urge to barrage the helpful nurse with questions, though was offered a empathetic smile.

The nurse looked at their clipboard. “Luckily for Whumpee, there’s nothing too major going on. Looks to just be a collapse from a mix of malnourishment, sleep deprivation, and… caffeine.”

Well they could’ve guessed the sleep deprivation, but they hadn’t been eating? “Oh.”

They nodded. “What’s your relation to Whumpee? I don’t mean to pry, I was just hoping we could find a possible reason as to why.”

“Ha, I was hoping you could tell me that. Er, I’m a close friend. We met several years ago, after I accidentally knocked them into a public fountain.”

The nurse nodded again, giving a small smile. “That’s cute. Did they happen to tell you about any history, mental illnesses, that you can think of?”

Caretaker pursed their lips and sighed. “No, Whumpee doesn’t really talk about their past.” All the memories they had were from since they met.

“Alright. Well they’re awake, and you’re welcome to go see them.” Caretaker thanked them, and (after asking for the room number) nearly ran to go find Whumpee.

When they arrived, Whumpee was hooked up to a machine, IV sticking out of their arm. They looked towards Caretaker, giving an embarrassed grin.

“Hi,” they muttered, eyes unable to meet Caretaker’s.

“Thank god you’re okay.” They closed the space between the door and the bed, pulling Whumpee into a tight hug. They briefly took note of the way they melted into it. “What happened?”

“Guess I didn’t get my coffee fast enough.” They grinned, but it didn’t quite reach their eyes.

“Mm, yeah, the nurse tells me that should actually slow your roll on the caffeine.” They nudged Whumpee’s hip to make them move, before sitting down. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Caretaker-“

They stopped them. “Whumpee. You are my best friend. I just want to make sure you’re okay, and this,” they motioned to the hospital room, “is not you being okay.”

Whumpee bit their lip, looking down at their lap. They seemed to be contemplating, before; “are you sure? It’s- I don’t know if you’d want to, you know, deal with me afterwards, I just-“

Caretaker grabbed their hand, giving a small squeeze.

They sighed, then squeezed back. “Okay. Some time ago, before we met, I knew this person named Whumper.

“We we’re really close, actually, and they liked everything I did. It was like, love at first sight. Looking back now that should’ve been the first red flag, I think.”

“One day, they picked me up from home, and said they were going to take me somewhere, and blindfolded me. I thought we were going to go somewhere, fun, you know?” Whumpee’s voice cracked.

“All I know is, I woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair, and… god…” they broke off, choking on a sob.

Caretaker rubbed their back soothingly. “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want.”

“It’s fine.” They wiped their eyes. “I’ll spare you the details of what happened, but I was there for almost a full year. A full fucking year.”

“The only reason I got out was ‘cause I managed to shove something in the lock from one of our last ‘sessions’.” Air quotes were used at the word.

“I ran home, to my parents. They didn’t fucking believe me, told me I did it to myself. How could I do all that to myself?!” They were freely crying now, and Caretaker listened, pulling them close.

“So I grabbed what I could, went as far as I could with what I had, and started over. It was okay for a little, but then came the nightmares, and the loneliness. God it was lonely. I was tired man, and I was actually planning to, you know…”

Caretaker pursed their lips. They didn’t know any of that about Whumpee, they always seemed so carefree.

Whumpee let out a wet chuckle. “I was on my way to do it, and here you come, head in the damn clouds, pushing me into a goddamn fountain.”

“The reason I haven’t been able to sleep is because of the nightmares. They’re coming back, and I don’t know what to do. So I figured, I’d avoid them. If I wasn’t sleep I wouldn’t feel them. You can see how well that went.”

Whumpee sighed, wiping at their face once more. “So there. My traumatic backstory.” They looked towards Caretaker, face falling.

Caretaker was stunned, they didn’t know how to feel, but Whumpee was turning away, shame burning on their features.

“Whumpee…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, hey,” they held Whumpee’s face looking them dead in the eye. “I’m sorry that happened, and I will never leave you alone like that. You are my best friend.”

Whumpee looked down again. “But I-“

“I don’t care, I’ve already made it my problem. I love you Whumpee, and I’ll be here no matter what.”

Their eyes collected with tears again. “Thank you.”

Caretaker smiled. “Why don’t you come stay with me for a bit? I’ll watch over you. Don’t make that face, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes, but gratitude filled their expression. “If you insist your highness.”

“Good, you deserve to get some sleep.”

[sebbybooks]

Never Mine

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Part One

"With my dog as my witness, to whoever was riding my ass if they didn't back off my bumper I was going to stop in the middle of the road and rip their windshield wipers completely off!"

That type of anger coiled around me like a snake, because there was nothing that bugged me more than someone driving bumper to bumper. The long and exasperated breath I just released helped ease the tension out of my body temporarily. Just in time for reason to settle in. Though in reality it wasn't like I was actually going to jump out of my car and confront this road demon. Who clearly needed to take a course on etiquettes of the road. What I did know was that whoever was behind the wheel of the car had headlights that were so blinding I am sure extraterrestrials in space could spot them.

Trying to find the calm in the situation I focused on the road ahead of me. What little road I could see for that matter. Which wasn't exactly much. I had checked the forecast earlier in the day with the report of it showing that there was to be only clear and blue skies. By the amount of downpour before me you would think there was a tear in the sky if that was how rain fell. I just needed to hang tight for a few more miles until I reached my exit to stop for the night.

I had been driving for nine consecutive hours and it wasn't until the third hour I realized I was not cut out for long distance driving. The plane ticket I turned down from my father was starting to look like a missed opportunity. I opted out for Cooper's sake. I just rescued the little guy a few short weeks ago and I didn't have the heart to leave him alone so soon.

Despite having only six more hours of this painful drive I needed out of my car. A hot shower and a bed was calling my name like a siren's call was to a dazed sailor at sea. I was fervidly drawn to it. Granted, I wasn't exactly going the speed limit in my own defense. Simply because I chose to be a cautious driver not a careless one unlike the dip shit behind me. Cooper and I were going to get to Sonoma, California in one piece if I had anything to do with it! I had no intention to speed in the rain even if it annoyed the person behind me. After all I was driving down a one lane road there was literally nothing else I could do but drive forward.

Taking a glance up at my trusty Garmin my gps projected that at this rate I wouldn't make it to my hotel for another hour and a half. Ahead of me the sky was starting to look like a terrifying shade of gray and to top it off the dismal weather was becoming more and more hard to drive in. I could barely see the paint on the pavement. My defrosters seemed to have given up on me as I began to notice that my rearview mirror fogged up as though it was twilight hour.

I needed to pull over to try to wait out the heavy rainfall. The only problem was that I did not know where I was nor could I see where the road even had an end. The cheap gas station coffee was starting to wear off and the pep talks could no longer motivate me. The words of encouragement quickly transitioned into self deprecating quips of "I can not fucking do this!"

I was too far from home to turn back now and hearing a lecture from my dad despite being well beyond the ages of even receiving one, certainly would not stop him from scolding at my absence. I am more than certain that fiancée number three would not mind if I missed their prenuptial celebration. Especially if arriving on time meant I would be showing up dismembered. It was official I was going to die in this storm.

All of sudden like I called upon a bad omen my tiny Kia Forte jerked forward. I thought I accidentally stomped on the gas pedal too hard without realizing it. When it happened again I knew exactly what it was. Clearly the driver had mistaken this for a game of bumper cars. I laid the palm of my hand on the center of my steering wheel and relentlessly pressed my horn. Not sure what that was going to necessarily ward off , but I had to try something in the efforts that they would leave me alone.

Cooper's head shot up from his bed in the backseat. He looked just as displeased and annoyed as I felt. Why wouldn't they slow down? Is the question I could not figure out. I don't know if it was all the Stephen King that I read, but my paranoia was increasing as I started to settle on the possibility that they were now following me.

Maybe I was tired?

Maybe my imagination truly was getting the best of me?

Or maybe whoever that person was also suddenly decided to take the same random exit as I was taking.

I didn't think. I veered my car off to the right and got on the first breakaway from this seemingly endless road. I had no idea where I was headed at this point and neither did my Garmin. It made multiple attempts to reroute itself, but even that could not locate where I was. I took an unexpected detour by driving off into the middle of nowhere with a now stalker in my midsts.

Adrenaline now filling up my bloodstream. I gave my steering wheel the death grip and drove as fast as the tire tracks of my car would guide me. On a midsize billboard to my left I saw a logo for a gas station and a non franchised bed & breakfast saying it was right up the road. I was taking a chance by trusting that the establishment was clean and safe. I just needed to go where a crowd of people would be. The battery on my phone was likely dead and yes this was now becoming the opening sequence for a King novel. I'd laugh if my heart wasn't fluttering as fast a hummingbird's wing.

I managed to make out lights ahead as I neared the petrol station first. However, it just about looked abandoned. The dim white lights flickered around the desolate parking lot. I saw only two freight trucks parked side by side and I immediately thought

. . .hell no.

I kept driving forward in the hopes that the bed and breakfast sign wasn't last updated in the early nineties. I nearly combusted from relief when I finally saw it. Several cars and mini vans lined up with people inside of them probably doing the same thing that I was. I didn't plan on staying the night I just planned on staying long enough to hide out from the rain and from the trouble that still followed my trails.

Luckily there were free parking spaces close to the entrance. It was still hard to make out what the place truly looked like. From my view in the car the rain made it look like it was a melting oil painting. In a swift motion I put my car in park, turned my ignition off, reached in the back to grab Cooper and grabbed ahold of my purse in the other arm. I bolted out of my car for the door.

It felt as though I was running through a hurricane. I was completely drenched. I could barely keep my eyes from closing as I ran up the slippery steps in my worn Toms praying that I wouldn't eat concrete. There was an awning over the door that offered relief from the storm's cruel embrace . Looking down at the fuzzy brown welcome mat I noticed a quote was scribbled out on it.

"some beautiful paths

can't be discovered without getting lost."

As I reached for the doorknob I couldn't help but notice the intricate design. I'm aware of how wrong the timing was to fawn over something so utterly mundane. I just could not conceal the fact that I was a sucker for antiques roadshow and architectural designing. Growing up with a dad that built and reconstructed vintage furniture one might pick up on the interest. It was a white privacy doorknob with hand painted roses, with a Victorian long plated silver keyhole. The sound of distant car door slamming snapped me out of my daze. I turned my head in the direction of the sound low and behold it was that same car. Crazy thing is I didn't see anyone by it.

Instinct guided me forward considering my brain was scrambling with worry. I ushered myself inside and it was as though I fell into a pink wonderland. From the pink carpet to the multicolored pink pinstripe wallpaper. Hot pink roses seemed to have been the main theme for the lobby. There were various black and silver picture frames with photos of pink roses hanging on every wall. On every surface my eyes could catch, red and pink plastic roses sat in circular olive green vases. It was certainly....something. I thought I was doing the most logical thing by coming inside, but it quickly dawned on me that I saw no one around.

"Hello?" I cautiously called out.

I paced myself as I walked up to the front desk, simultaneously looking around for any potential red flags. My right arm was going numb, my little guy was tiny but felt like I was lugging around a sack of potatoes. I wandered away from the desk to poke my head around the place. There was a entry way that led to a dinning area with a handful of seats adorned with of course pink table settings. I was standing next to a spiral staircase to what I assumed led to the rooms. There was only one door that held a sign for a bathroom. Perhaps there was a power outlet I could use long enough to charge my phone to call my dad.

The same door I walked in swung open and droplets of rain was blown in by the wind. A shiver rolled down my spine, sending a myriad of sparks that shot through my body. Turning around a strange sensation filled the pits of my stomach. It felt like butterflies and moths had taken up space there. Excitement and fear. I just stood completely mute like I had never seen a man before. Well to my defense I hadn't seen ones that look like him in my town. Without even seeing my reflection I had an inkling as to the state of my appearance. I was utterly perplexed by how he pulled off the kissed by an ocean look. To embarrass myself further of course my dog chose that moment to shake water off of his fur on to me.

"Really Coop?" I tried to hide my disgust, but he got it around the corner of my mouth! The good looking stranger offered a half smile that probably pitied my overall state.

"Is the black Kia parked out yours?" Even his voiced oozed sex appeal. He angled his frame so he could face me. There was about an arm length of distance between us. His eyes practically bore into my face I suppose waiting for me to say something. Must have been the buzzcut, the facial scuff, or the fact that some creep was still parked outside waiting to do who knows what. But my thoughts were not where they should have been.

I blinked and straightened up my posture. "Yeah why?" I finally answered.

It was a causal question, yet it felt completely random like there was something else to it.Neither of us spoke for a few seconds.The silence was so thick it would take a hacksaw to cut through.

"Well I'll be damned! I didn't think I would get to see you until after you got back from your trip in California." A woman most likely in her late sixties came rushing down the stairs for him. She draped her arms around his body clearly taking him by surprise. Her cotton candy colored pink bouffant made up for most of her height. Sebastian returned her embrace. Although it looked extremely awkward considering he stared at me the whole time and I stood there watching.

"Moe's old truck didn't give you too much trouble did it?" She asked.

"No it still got some life left in it." Sebastian's jaw went slack and he looked from her to me once more. Only this time he was looking at me with a cold glare. Realization suddenly crashed into me like a wild horse.

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Guardian Angel - Part 11

Daryl Dixon x Reader

(Warnings: Reunion!! And smut... and fluff… it’s a smutty, fluffy reunion!:D)

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You groaned as you accidentally stepped in some slippery mud, almost making you fall, your gaze moving down to your now destroyed boots, sighing annoyed “great, just perfect” you mumbled as you continued onward. The tire tracks led nowhere, and so far you hadn’t seen any sign of Daryl, but you stayed near the prison, circling around it in an attempt to find any trace of him, you refused to believe that Daryl actually left with Merle… he couldn’t... he wouldn’t, right? You had been looking for him for a week now.

Not long after the gas station you had gone further into the woods, finding an old hunting cabin that hadn’t been touched since before the world went to hell and back, hell even the roof was dusty, and surprisingly, no walkers inside, not even a corpse. In the cabin you found a hunting rifle, some ammo and a hunting knife. You stayed there for almost about six days, give or take, it was loaded with all kinds of supplies, untouched, you could hardly believe it, that

You sighed as you saw a marker you had set up, it let you know that you had gone a full circle around the prison, you weren’t close to it by any means, but you weren’t that far out, if you kept walking in a straight line from the prison, you’d reach your location in about two hours. You bit your lower lip in thought as you stared at the marker, you could turn back, go back to the cabin, rest a day or so, maybe even get to know the new hunting rifle a bit better. Making up your mind you turned around, walking back towards the cabin with determination, and in a day or so, you’d try to broaden your searching area.

You saw the cabin in the distance through the woods, a relieved smile on your lips as you made your way towards it. Daryl would have loved it, being secluded, surrounded by game, he would have absolutely loved it, maybe after you found him and got back to the prison, you could show him this place? It could be a small getaway for the two of you. If you ever found him, that is, said a nagging voice in the back of your mind, doubt starting to take over the small amount of joy that thought gave you, snuffing it out like a lit candle, surrounding you in darkness once again, reminding you that you were looking for a man who knew how to not leave tracks, who couldn’t be followed if he didn’t want to. And maybe he didn’t… maybe he would rather be off with his brother than with you, or with Rick… and Glenn… and Maggie and Beth and Carol and Carl and little Judith and-No, no you couldn’t think like that, not your Daryl, besides, he must have known you were going to go after him, perhaps he was just camping somewhere, with or without Merle, waiting for you to find him? But then again, Daryl was never the being-rescued kind, but maybe he was waiting for you, just maybe, a girl can dream, right?...

You sighed as you were almost near the door when you heard a branch snap, and in an instant you had your rifle out, pointing it towards the source of the noise, only to find someone making their way through the bushes, head down until he finally stepped into view. Your eyes grew wide, tears forming in them as you stared at the man you had been looking for, the rifle slowly lowering as he stared at you, a mix of emotions in his eyes, relief, sorrow, joy, anger? You couldn't decide which one was more prominent. As he slowly approached, you, for some reason, still held the rifle, frozen in place as you stared in disbelief at him.

“You gonna lower that or what?” he asked, half joking, half serious, an almost embarrassed look on his face, knowing you were only out here because of him, because he chose someone else over you, even though he regretted it. He were about halfway towards you when you practically threw the gun down, making him halt his movements, slight fear on his face as he saw you stomping your way over there and he half expected you to slap him, but when you pulled him in for a kiss he was more than happy to oblige, hands gripping your hips in a crushing way, but you didn’t mind, you loved it, even if left bruises. You moaned into the kiss and held onto him for dear life, one hand gripping his shirt in a death grip, a silent warning for him to NOT let go of you, and the other hand was buried in his hair as your tongues fought for dominance, and surprisingly, he let you take over, probably out of guilt.

“Damn, ya’ll swappin’ spit now too? Come on now (Y/N), you can do better than him, how ‘bout me?” you broke away from Daryl at the annoying raspy voice, Daryl about to tell him off when you approached him, and seeing as you walked towards him as you did with Daryl, he expected you to full on kiss him as well, but what he got instead was a fist to the face, and when he was down, you almost killed him, hunting knife at the ready as Daryl lifted you up in the air with no effort. “I’m going to kill you, you sad sack of shit!!” you spat as Daryl still held you up, your legs flailing about like a child not getting their way, and oddly enough, Daryl was smiling at you, Merle wiped his bloody nose, staring at you in disbelief, then laughed, which only pissed you off more. As you finally had seemed to calm down Daryl let your feet touch the ground, but he still held you back, watching with a smirk as your chest heaved, knife in hand and eyes glaring at Merle who just cackled amused “damn gurl, I always knew ya had a little fight in ya, but shit” Merle laughed and you almost flew at him, but once again, the party pooper Daryl stopped you, apparently he wasn't too keen on seeing his brother with countless stab wounds, how odd.

You scoffed as Merle pulled himself up, your eyes catching the make-shift weapon he had instead of a hand, and he smirked as he saw your eyes on it “oh yeah? Like this? Made it myself, that turns you on?” he asked creepily and you spat at his feet “only if you fell on it” you growled and glanced up at Daryl, taking his hand and leading him to the front door of the hunting cabin, grabbing your rifle and leading him inside, slamming the door on Merle as he tried to get in as well, only to walk straight into the now closed door. “Careful, don’t break it” you mumbled annoyed at Merle, who glared at you as he opened the door and went inside, your eyes going straight to him “no, you’re not allowed here, fuck off” you spat, pushing him towards the door, a very shocked Merle looking to his brother “ay! Control your bitch!” he spat, Daryl approaching Merle with a pissed off look “don’t ever call her that” Daryl growled, and you couldn’t help but feel proud as you had a shit-eating grin on your face, staring at Merle. Merle scoffed “alright, alright relax, didn’t know she was ya lady” Merle scoffed annoyed, moving around you and Daryl and all but sitting down on the old and dusty sofa, dust flying up around him, making him cough.

“Oh by the way, be careful on the couch, it’s a bit dusty” you yelled halfway down the hall to the bedroom, dragging Daryl with you after you threw your backpack and weapons in another room, which looked to be an old bathroom. Daryl barely had time to take in the small cabin before you all but pushed him into a room, slamming the door and smirking at him. “So, how long ago did you go back?” you asked as you took off the jacket you were wearing, throwing it on a chair as you moved in front of Daryl, gently pushing him so he sat down at the edge of the bed, you in front of him, in between his legs, his hands reaching for your hips out of instinct but you slapped them away, seeing him glare at you confused before relaxing again, “same day, realized I left someone behind that I couldn’t live without… looked for ya too, been out here every day, today Merle came with me, didn’t force him… I told him that I’d rather die than live without ya, I think he finally realized how much ya mean to me” he mumbled in a low voice, and if he was any other person, you’d ask him to speak up, but you didn’t, you knew he wasn’t always good with words, so in small moments like this, you let him be quiet, and you treasured them above all.

You kneeled down in front of him and gently cupped his cheek, his cheeks bright red, not being used to talking about such sensitive things, such as his love for you. You leaned up and gently kissed his lips, pulling away before he could kiss you back, which he wasn’t all that fond of. “Daryl… I’m so sorry…” you whispered and you heard him scoff “for what? Ya weren’t the one leavin’ with your asshole of a brother” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit “true, so, how are you gonna make it up to me?” you asked in a teasing manner, expecting all sorts of things, but what you didn’t expect was for him to lift his wrist, showing you the bracelet you had made for him. Your eyes watered as you watched the bracelet on his arm, your hands coming up and gently touching it, fiddling with your initials gently before looking back at Daryl, a bright smile on your lips, leaning up and kissing him, feeling him kiss you back.

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As the kiss got heavier, you felt his hands cup your face, gently pulling you up from the floor as he got up as well, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you both stood up fully, his hands then moving around your body, feeling every inch until he got bored of the fabric that separated him from your skin. Daryl broke away from you to practically rip your shirt off, your bra following quickly as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled his shirt over his head first, then allowed your lips to touch. You felt him wrap his arms around you, pressing your chest against his as he continued to kiss you, this time it was his tongue that fought and won dominance, not that you complained, not at all.

You moaned as he moved his lips down your throat, placing sloppy kissed along the skin, desperate and needy in nature, and you loved every single minute of it, except- “Daryl I’m really dirty and sweaty maybe I-” he cut you off by roughly groping your breasts, hearing him scoff “think I care? I love you, (Y/N), don’t give a shit ‘bout no dirt” he mumbled the last part and you felt tears form in your eyes again, a bright smile on your lips. “Is this a proposal?” you asked teasingly, hearing him scoff again as he moved his lips up to yours “shut up” he pressed his lips to yours, his hands hastily pushing your pants down as he turned the two of you around and all but pushed you onto the bed, hearing you giggle as you landed, a smirk on his hip as he practically ripped your jeans and underwear off in one quick motion after pulling off your boots and throwing them somewhere “besides,” he mumbled as he kneeled down in front of you, a smug look on his face “ain’t got a ring yet baby” he said before diving in between your legs, your eyes wide, about to say something when you felt his tongue on your clit.

You moaned loudly, not giving a single shit about Merle nearby as Daryl continued to stimulate your clit, occasionally leaving broad, long strokes with his tongue over your hole, it was enough to make your whole body shake. Daryl gently nipped at your clit with his teeth before moving away, giving a kiss to your inner thighs as he stood up, kicking off his shoes and unzipping his pants, his eyes on you the whole time. You watched him crawl over you on the bed, his lips brushing against yours in a way that felt so intimate, so sensual, it was enough to drive you crazy. You felt the tip of his cock gently teasing your entrance, and in the blink of an eye you wrapped your legs around him, hands coming up and gently cupping his face, waiting a second before leaning up and closing the distance, however small it may have been, that was between you.

You moaned into the kiss as he pushed into you, groaning as he pushed all the way in, breaking the kiss to not only breathe but let out a tiny moan, one that sent chills down your spine. “Damn girl, almost forgot how tight you are-” You cut him off by tightening your legs that were wrapped around your hips, a groan escaping his lips as he looked at you, seeing the smirk on your lips made him scoff “careful now, wouldn’t want to hurt ya” he teased and you chuckled “maybe I want you to” you teased back and in his eyes you saw something just *snap*. Without a second thought he leaned down and kissed you with desperation and need and he began to roughly thrust into you, his lips catching you moans, one of his hands gripping your hair tightly, another holding your hips down as he continued to practically drill into you, hearing you whimper and moan made him only go rougher, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure. “Fuck, Daryl” you moaned into his lips, hearing him groan in response as he parted from you, eyes staring into yours, and despite the rough movements of his hips, his grip on your hip and your hair, it felt gentle, sensual and meaningful.

“Fuck Daryl I’m gonna cum” you whimpered, still holding eye contact as he continued to drill into you, that cord in your stomach that you missed whenever he wasn’t around, wasn’t inside of you, it began to tighten, so close to snapping, you just needed that little push, that tiny little-oh my god yes. Daryl’s hand that had previously been in your hair moved between your bodies, pressing on your clit as he moved his hand in rough, short circles, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and closing, Daryl’s lips meeting yours in a heated kiss as your coil snapped, waves of warmth and electricity rolled over you, your legs spasming and locking around his hips, forcing him in deeper, which in turn pushed him over the edge, his grip on your hip tightened and he continued his ministrations on your clit, pushing you through your high as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, his cum painting you from inside, and even after it was all over, even after you had gone through his high, he still continued to empty himself inside of you.

You gasped for breath as your lips finally parted, staring into his eyes with a love none of you had ever felt before, until now. You gently cupped his cheek and gave his lips a quick peck, your thumb stroking his cheek “don’t ever leave me again, deal?” you whispered, feeling him nod as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, your hands going to his hair, gently playing with it. You closed your eyes, thankful to feel his heart beat against yours in his chest, sighing heavily in a content manner, tightening your legs around him as your arms wrapped around him, almost like a hug, before letting go, feeling him pull out of you. You frowned at the empty feeling he left behind, and Daryl noticed, kissing your cheek in a small manner of comfort, which did help.

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You moved to get up when a hand on your stomach stopped you, you turned your head and saw Daryl on his back, eyes on his hand which rested above your stomach, and a frown formed on your face as you laid down again, feeling his thumb gently stroke your skin, as if absentmindedly, but you knew it wasn’t that, not with the way he stared at your stomach. Finally, his eyes reached yours, and he looked almost doubtful, scared even, his mouth opening as if he were about to say something, but decided against it. “Tell me” you said in a low voice and you heard him sigh, glancing away from you before facing you again “would it be… I mean-... what I said before-... what if… you, you know… what if I got a-... a ring?” he mumbled embarrassed, and your eyes grew a tad bit wider, but soon a smile formed on your lips “depends on what you intend to do with it” you half joked, seeing him scoff as he looked up at the dusty ceiling in thought, moving his hand up and biting the nail on his thumb, only to have you smacking his arm, making him stop “it’s a bad habit” you explained and he scoffed amused, resting the hand on his stomach as he looked back up at the ceiling, his other hand behind his head.

“Already sound like my old lady” he mumbled with a small smile and you smirked at him “so, what would you plan to do with that ring?” you asked as you moved to lay on your stomach besides him, still smirking at him. Daryl turned his head and looked at you, studying every single one of your features as if it would be the last time he ever saw you again if he were to speak his mind. “Give it to ya… I’d make it real pretty, take ya out somewhere… maybe get down on one knee…” he said in a low voice, almost hesitantly, but seeing how your grin grew he felt confidence fill him, watching the way you looked away, heat flooding your cheeks as you couldn’t stop grinning at the thought.

“Well, sounds like a good thing to do with that ring” you said after a while, looking back at him, holding eye contact before giggling and getting up, beginning to put your clothes back on “come on, I think I’ve worried Rick long enough” you joked, feeling him sit behind you and gently kiss your shoulder, and when you turned to look at him he kissed your lips, briefly, you barely had time to respond, as you had done to him before, you watched him get up and get dressed as well. You liked the idea of him making something really romantic… yeah, yeah, you could do that, you thought with a smile on your lips.

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Forever Together

a/n: Ahhhhhhh this is my first collab with the BNHA POCuties and I hope I did alright. Fun fact about me: I’ve never actually been to a wedding so I was a bit all over trying to figure this out. Despite all the rewriting I did on this I still had a ton of fun on it and it made me realize I need to write more fluff. Please give my buddies works a read here, everyone worked super hard on this collab!

Synopsis: It wasn’t easy for either of you to admit that love wasn’t an awful emotion, it was even harder to confess that maybe you felt love for each other. The real challenge however, was getting the two of you to say the two simple words that would bind your complicated selves forever.

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Your hands jittered against your dress, tears threatening to form behind your eyes. The mirror in front of you revealed absolute decadence, your dress was a marvelous white, lace trimmings all around. Your usual hairstyle now in its natural state, you looked gorgeous. But your insides churned with intimidation. It was going to be a small wedding, yet you felt as if there were a sea of people out there, waiting to see you. You feared they’d be able to tell that you were scared. 

You two had started talking about marriage a long time ago. Well, rather how you detested it. You two were friends in high school, you were in general studies, and he was in the hero course. He often came to you about his problems because he needed a perspective from someone out of the hero loop. He was a bit aloof but you never seemed to mind, and you two surprisingly connected well into your second year. That day’s conversation started over some left over cake from a group project you had, you mentioned your preferred cake, he mentioned his. You stated that if it were up to you your wedding cake would be f/c, if marriage was your thing at all. He agreed with you, and you both confided that you thought love was a joke that led nowhere. Love was a finicky pursuit that would inevitably end in disappointment and heartbreak.

That disappointment never came. Neither of you were proud to admit it, but the two of you started to feel...things...for each other. It wasn’t immediate, it was slow and gradual. You went to college, he joined the Hero workforce, and neither of you stopped caring for each other. He made time to visit your dorm, and when you could, you would bring him lunch at his office. He always made room for you, and you always made room for him. That’s just what friends do.

Except, friendship was a boundary that was quickly dissolving. You found yourself yearning for his presence and days that he couldn’t make it felt so unnatural. His conversations with you would make you smile beyond your face, and you found yourself addicted to hearing his laughter. He was kinda beautiful, oddities and all. You despised the nervous feeling you began to get around him, so you decided to be honest. 

“I mean, where the fuck did he get the idea that I wanted to study with him like? First of all, you worry about you, second, you not finna catch me getting an F for your dumbass like you’re not even cute.” Shoto didn’t respond, he simply stared at you with a small smile, and you quickly realized that you were ranting. “Ah I’m sorry for ranting, how was your day?” 

“You’re fine, I like hearing about your day. However, to answer your question, it was alright. It got better when I saw you though.”

Your eyes quickly glanced at him before looking away and you feigned a joking attitude. “Ha, you do miss me, I thought you forgot about me the second you walked out the door.”

He eyed you, clearly missing the joke, “I could never y/n, I think about you everyday.” There was nothing for a few seconds but the sound of laughter in the hallway and a poorly managed club screaming outside. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.” It came out very harshly.

“Oh you’re fine, I knew what you meant.” You looked away for a minute, the tension getting worse. You had to end this  “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I may have caught some feelings for you Shoto.” 

He frowned at you and your blanket that was wrapped around him caught on fire. He quickly put it out and glared at you, “You...You make me feel sick y/n.” He left, leaving you with a burnt blanket and a pitiful sadness. For nearly two weeks, he avoided you, making sure to leave you on delivered and telling reception to not allow you up. The truth was, he felt the same, and he knew he made a mistake when he told you that, but he genuinely had no clue how to tell you he was interested in you without it sounding like a curse on your life.

You were unavoidable, the fact you two didn’t accidentally cross paths until the cafe was astounding. So much of your interest and favorite spots combined so it was inevitable that he would run into you again. You saw him sitting alone at the usual table and decided that if he was going to ignore you, he was going to have to give you a proper response first. You sat in front of him, immediately startling him. He quickly grabbed his things and mumbled an apology underneath his breath.  

"Wait! I know how you feel about all that, trust me I'm not happy either but I just wanted to be honest. You’re really important to me, and it’s nearly impossible for me to fall for someone but you made it in. I don’t regret liking you either, because you’re genuinely a good guy but blowing me off for two weeks has me reconsidering if you’re even that. Do you know how long I’ve been crying? God, you didn’t have to insult me now Shoto."

"I didn’t insult you?"

"How else am I supposed to inter-." You thought about who you were dealing with and realized you'd been going about this the wrong way. "Okay, well if you're not insulting me I need you to elaborate on what ‘You make me feel sick’  means."

The stoic man in front of you seemed to look frustrated with you cornering him. But he understood the sudden drop in your friendship with him was upsetting you. "I told you too much. I shared too much of my time with you. You gave me entirely too much of your own, and now I feel ill when I see you. I feel even worse when I don't. You told me that you were interested in romance, and that sickness engulfed me. I-” He seemed as if he was straining to talk to you, he was clearly flushed and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I think I have feelings for you as well.”

You two sat at the cafe in silence, both radiating very murky energies. Passerby’s stared at you and the Pro Hero in confusion, both of your boring holes into anything else that wasn’t each other's eyes. You broke the silence first, “Shoto, I don’t mind the feeling. I know we shitted on it for a few years now, but uh, it’s not awful.”

“It’s not,” he responded, still staring painfully somewhere else. The cafe was still busy around you, but for some reason it felt like you two were the only one’s there. It felt like that often with him, even in this weird ass situation you were still comforted by his presence.

“Do you want to go out?” You finally asked him, he was sweating bullets. You two looked like highschoolers, it was honestly embarrassing how difficult that was for the both of you. He gave you a quick sorry and quickly left with all of his stuff. You stared at the empty seat in front of you in half disappointment and half awe. He really just got up and left, again.

You look back on that so fondly now, you two were young adults, unsure about the world and each other. Too scared to label the affection you already gave each other. To think you would be walking the aisle for that man in a few hours was not only ironic, but kind of terrifying. Sure your commitment issues got better, but they weren’t exactly gone. You loved Shoto with your whole being but something about getting married scared you shitless.

You reverted back to the safety of your memories, and quickly checked to see if you still had the screenshots from when you first got together. You remember trying to act cool about it but you immediately called up every friend you had to tell them the news.

You giggled at the messages, feeling the warmth of the past wash over you. You two really blossomed, slowly but surely breaking down boundaries that neither of you even realized was there. Days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Your mutual “experiment” with love seemed to be really stable. After a while of being together, of course others began to question what was next.

The light filtered through the blinds of your apartment, your senses slowly came on to the rest of the world, dragging you from a dream that was already fading into obscurity. You feel your body get closer to skin, and you breath in the lovely scent that you’ve come to adore. You felt kisses on your shoulder and a slow sigh from behind you before the sheets became soft again, you were fading back into sleep. 

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Your heart jumped. “Sure.”

“I had something longer prepared for this after a talk with my mother but after laying here with you, I think it would be better if I just said it. I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage lately. I know it’s a large commitment, but I can’t see myself anywhere else with anyone else but you. I love you more than life itself. ” He snuggled closer into you and wrapped you tightly. “You don’t have to answer now, I just wanted to let you know how I felt.”

You rolled around in his arms to look at him, his hair was all over, his eyes were lidded and clearly still exhausted, but he was so sincere.

Your sleepy voice came out as a croak, you extended your hand up to stroke his hair back, revealing his forehead. You scrunch your face up at him and act as if you’re thinking. “I don’t even like you though.” You gave him a slight giggle, and kissed him. “I would love that baby.” You feel some tension leave his body and he smiles at you with glossy eyes. How long was he thinking about this? He leans into you and plants a kiss on your nose and you both fall back asleep, entangled together with thoughts of forever. 

Forever. The word felt so solid when you were with him, like it wasn’t something that could falter or fade. But whenever you thought about it too long you grew terrified, the word became too solid. It felt inescapable. You know it’s just the fears speaking, but you just didn’t want to find out that things could be different. As the days grew closer and closer, your anxiety worsened as things around you changed.

“Yes, this is my Fiancee, y/n.” “I saw a few houses near that park you like, would you like to check it out with me?” “Have you decided on what colors to decorate the venue.” “Fuyumi wants to know if she can handle the catering and the flowers? Are you alright with that?” “Well since you’re indecisive I’m just going to book them all and we can just go everywhere for the Honeymoon.” It seemed as if everyday he was reminding you that this wasn’t a dream. It was always the slightest things, the easiest questions that would leave you with the realization that this was for real. You two were no longer teens that were scared to hold hands, but real adults that love each other enough to put it on a legally binding paper. No amount of movies, girl talks, or family could have prepared you for the stress you were going through. 

You snapped out of your thoughts again and looked at the time. You had to walk out soon and your nerves were fried. The movies made this seem so easy but here you were, glued to the chair, trying to find any reason under the sun to either go through with this or run away. The door to your dressing room opened and in came your friend, the maid of honor.

“Well you don’t look too happy.” They looked partially stressed from all the running around but was still checking in on you before everything started.

You tried to make a face that looked reassuring but you ended up just looking like you were going to cry. 

Your friend held you, careful to not harm your dress. “You got this y/n, you look too pretty to be this sad on your special day.”

“I know, I’m just really nervous.” 

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself, Shoto isn’t exactly doing any better.” 

You look at your friend confused, they take the hint that you weren’t aware this whole time that he’s been really frazzled. 

“Well Izuku had to quickly get a backup suit. Shoto was so stressed that he burnt through his suit. Seeing as your dress is still in one piece, I think you’re fine.”

You felt oddly comforted by your fiance's stress, in the oddest way possible it was nice to know that this wasn’t difficult for just you. “Oh, that’s kind of funny.”

“I know right, man's been so worried about this forever, I guess it’s just all coming out now. See, y’all are literally the same.”

You look around with a small smile already starting to feel better. “Thank you.”

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for! However, Imma really need you to hurry up because Izuku said he’s starting to literally steam through the suit and they really can’t get another backup.”

“Fine, I’m coming.” You stood looking down at all the white underneath you, you felt the anxiety creeping up and swat it away just as quickly. “I got this.”

You barely heard the music, or saw anybody on the way down the aisle. Your mind completely blanked, only remembering the sensation of an arm locked around your own and the vague feeling of a bouquet in your hand. You focused only on the man in front of you, he looked happy to see you. His hetero chromatic eyes that always brought you peace once again managed to make you feel calm. 

Eijiro began his spiel, he was so happy to hear that you guys were getting married and practically begged to officiate. You both agreed, thinking it was beyond sweet that he wanted to do this for you two. As the red head continued his speech, you slipped away into a revelation that forever wasn’t a terrifying word anymore, it was actually something rather nice to look forward to. 

Shoto held your hand and returned to appearing mostly stoic to anyone else that wasn’t you. You learned to tell when he was happy from the occasional slight smile, but mostly through his eyes, they had a particular gleam in them when he was emotional. He seemed well composed, but after years of all that Hero training you could still see the small wisps of steam lifting off his suit. 

"Do you take Y/n to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

For a split moment he saw you how you used to look and remembered the second he fell in love with you. You were in your uniform still, leaning over a railing, making a joke about how fun it would be if he made an ice ramp to slide down. You were at ease with him, and it always made him feel at peace with you. 

"I do.”

“Do you take this ULTIMATE manly man Shoto to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?  

You laugh at the redheads words, the audience does the same. You realize that no matter what anyone else saw him as, he was always your hero. Sure he's never saved you from a burning building, but he was the first to save you from just feeling alone. Whether it was a tutor, a cry session, or just some fun, he was always there for you. You want to always be there for him, and even if you can't do it perfectly, you promise that you'll always try.

“I do.”

"Well alright then, you two are officially married! You may now kiss the bride.”

You lunged at your now husband, completely forgetting that he was technically supposed to be kissing you. He didn’t mind it at all and returned your kiss with equal admiration and love. Though you two will probably continue to be complicated for the rest of your lives, you can at least do it together.

“Forever right?”

You smiled at him in tears, the audience was full of excitement and fervor but it all felt silent and peaceful to you. “Forever.”

[hstyleshoney]

Stay With Me - part two

AU friends with benefits but things get complicated, like they always do

word count: around 8.5 K // angst, alcohol consumption, language, hints of sexual content

A/N: Wooow, I’m honestly soooo overwhelmed from the response on part one!! like thank you all so much!!!! I’m very nervous to post part 2 because I struggled with this part a lot more and I’ve edited over and over and I just don’t know.. I’m terrible at endings so I hope no one gets disappointed!! You’ve all been so nice so I really hope and want you enjoy part two as well! Happy reading! And pls do let me know what you thought about it bc I’m even more nervous this time around. Please be nice hehe 

Enjoy! <3 

PART 1 ♡

She never replied to Harry’s messages and nothing else really happened after that. The next few weeks went by in a bit of a haze and she didn’t see Harry except for one time when she stopped by Tom’s place with Louisa to pick up Lou’s purse that she had accidentally left there. They didn’t speak. She could barely look at him where he sat in the red armchair but when their eyes met for just a split second the evening of him kissing Cleo came flashing back to her. It was uncomfortable for everyone there and they didn't stay longer than necessary.

Then they were all just busy with exams and final projects and before anyone knew it was Christmas. She was going back home to Norwich and Harry was heading back home to Manchester. It was a nice pause from all the drama. Most of her Christmas break was spent playing cluedo with her brothers, helping her mother out in the kitchen and running away from her younger cousins. It was nice. It was fun. It was relaxing.

She didn’t think about Harry.

Not until she was on the coach back to London and she realized how badly she wanted to tell him about her neighbour's new puppy and how badly she wanted to tell him about the shitty movie she had watched with her dad because she knew he’d probably enjoy it.

And she realized that she did in fact miss him.

Then she got annoyed again. Because everything was fine between them and he just had to go on a date. A date with stupid Cleo who was so stupidly perfect and nice it was impossible to hate her.

Louisa kept trying to persuade her to talk to him because; “he’ll never know how you feel unless you say anything.”

But what was the point of telling him about her feelings when he had Cleo? If everyone else could see she was head over heels in love with him then why couldn't he see it himself? Why couldn’t he see the mess she turned into any time he was around? She refused to talk to him. She had made a mess of herself enough as it was already.

Besides, she hadn’t heard from him either so he had clearly made his choice and she wasn’t it.

Once back in London and back in her house with Lou, Beth and Aliyah she kind of forgot about him again. The girls all told her about their breaks and it was familiar and so calming. She felt just as much at home with them as she did going home to her actual family.

And no one asked about Harry so that was just a bonus.

On Friday the whole gang decided to meet up down at their favorite pub and once again she spent hours in front of her mirror preparing to see Harry again and trying to think of what to say if he was to come up to her. She was nervous. Almost as nervous as she was on her first day of uni and Louisa spent 30 minutes trying to calm her down.

It didn’t work.

The pub was packed when they arrived and they all ran into people they knew from their courses and caught up swiftly with everyone as they made their way through, trying to find the boys. Jax was the first one to spot them and leapt up to give them all a hug, spilling beer all over the floor as he moved.

Harry wasn’t with them though.

Not yet.

Him and Isaac were on their way Tom told them and her stomach was in knots as she sat there. She was waiting for him and she hated it. It frustrated her that he still had that effect on her despite everything that had happened the past few weeks. She knew the rest of them could see how much she was fidgeting in her seat but no one mentioned anything or asked her about it and for that she was thankful. It was embarrassing how everyone else seemed to know how she felt; everyone except Harry that is.

After a while the nerves got the better of her and she excused herself from the table. She wasn’t sure where she was going or what she was going to do; she just knew she couldn’t sit around waiting for Harry to show up.

So she walked over to the bar and sat down on her own for a while to collect her thoughts.

Around her the pub was loud. Everyone was laughing and having a good time catching up with their friends, sharing stories from their time off. The spirits were high but she was as low as ever. Having learned her lesson from the last time she drank while upset she decided to just order a coke and sipped at it slowly as she watched the people around the bar.

Time passed and slowly she felt a little bit better; almost ready to face the boy with curly hair who made her heart beat twice as fast. But someone approached her at the bar before she had the chance to move.

“What’s a pretty little lady like you doing all alone on a night like this?”

It was a guy. He winked at her as looked up at him and she had to stop herself from wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re way too gorgeous to be sitting all alone,” he said and leant against the countertop with a small smirk. “Someone ought to keep you company.”  

“I’m good thanks,” she replied and gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Aw, c’mon,” the guy continued. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that was way too tight for him and some gray jeans equally as tight; not a look she’d rate very high. He also smelled too much of what she guessed was his aftershave and he obviously had a few too many beers because even though he was standing a few feet away from her she could tell his breath stank from it. “I promise I’m great company. Let me buy you a drink.”

“I’m sure you are,” she told him and rolled her eyes at him. “But I’m fine on my own.”

“Sassy, I like it,” he said as he took a step closer to her. She frowned at him as he did. “If you let me buy you a drink I can assure you you’re gonna have the night of your life.”

“Like I said, I’m not interested.”

“C’mooon, it’ll be fun! Just one drink and I can show you-”

“She’s not interested.”

A warm, strong hand was suddenly on her waist and her whole body froze at his familiar touch.

The guy took a slight step back as he saw Harry behind her. He was standing close to her. His chest pressed into her side. It was almost too close and she was too scared to turn around and look at him. But she knew it was him. She’d never mistake that voice or that touch.

“And who are you?” the guy asked and crossed his arms across his chest and she was sure his t-shirt was about to burst at the seams from how tight it looked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Harry replied firmly, his fingers digging into her waist slightly as he spoke. “She’s not interested, so back off.”

“Look, I dunno who you think you are-”

“Mate, just fuck off,” Harry interrupted him, already fed up. His voice was loud across the bar and it captured the interest of a few bystanders who turned their heads to look at the three of them. She blushed as they did but Harry didn't move. He stayed close to her, hand firm on her waist. The guy in front of her muttered something under his breath before finally leaving.

Then it was just the two of them. “You okay?”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It looked like he was bothering you so... “ Harry said awkwardly and moved so he was standing in the same spot the guy was in just moments ago. She still couldn’t find it in her to look at him and kept her gaze on the drink in front of her. For some reason she was annoyed and it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was triggering her but one thing was certain; her emotions were running wild. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and then there he was. Just like that.

“Yeah, well, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he replied quickly and tilted his head to get a better look of her. “I just wanted to help. I care about you.”

“You care about me?” she scoffed. “Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Hey,” he said and reached out to touch her arm. “Can you look at me?”

And she couldn’t. She really couldn’t. It was just too much. It felt like her head was about to explode from everything she was feeling. She was happy to be near him again. She was upset. She was angry. She was nervous.

And mostly she was so aware of his hand on her arm. It was burning almost.

“Why?” was all she managed to say.

“Because I’d quite like to look at you when I’m talking to you” he revealed and gently squeezed her arm. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”

It was at that moment something inside her shifted. She turned to look at him and pushed his hand off her simultaneously. Harry frowned.

“Are you being serious?” she hissed. She felt dizzy for a moment and all she wanted to do was to scream out in frustration. How could he be so dumb? How did everyone else figure out why she was upset besides him?

“I- yeah. Are you mad at me?”

She had to close her eyes for a second and took a deep breath to stop herself from losing it completely. All she wanted to do was to tell him that she was in fact mad. Fuming even. But there were people around the bar, around them, still watching and she did not want to give them more of a show than they already had. Harry kept his eyes on her though and didn't seem to care that they were in the middle of a full packed pub and she couldn't help but notice how tired he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes and his curls were dull and fell flat around his face and he also had a stubble longer than she had ever seen him with before.

And if she hadn't been so annoyed with him she would’ve worried something had happened and she certainly never would’ve said what she said next.

“Fuck you Harry.”

She didn’t stay around long enough though to find out how he reacted. Instead she turned her back to him and jumped off the barstol and marched right out of the pub without looking back. It was unclear exactly what had made her speak to him like that. It wasn’t like her to tell people to fuck themselves. Especially Harry.

It was far from what she had rehearsed in her mirror before they went out.  

And it wasn’t until a strong hand grabbed her and she was face to face with him again that she realized he had followed her.

“What the fuck was that?”

She pulled her hand out of his grip and crossed her arms over her chest. It was colder outside than she remembered and in her hurry to leave the pub her coat and scarf was left behind. She felt stupid standing there infront of him only in her blouse and ripped jeans, but she couldn’t really think straight and all she wanted to do was to get away from him; which was a first.

Harry on the other hand didn’t look like he was freezing one bit in his much thicker jumper. Instead he looked quite irritated with her as well; which was also a first.

“What?” she snapped and Harry exhaled deeply.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. The logical part of her knew she was being dramatic but something inside her had sparked. Something she wasn’t used to feeling when it came to Harry but it was too late to stop it all from coming out now. The way he was acting so inconsiderate about everything that was going on, like he had no idea as to why she could possibly be upset with him, stirred an anger in her that she had held back for too long now. How could he not know by now?  

“What’s wrong with me?” she snickered. “No Harry, what’s wrong with you?”

Harry’s eyes widened and he faltered slightly as he stood before her. It just made her blood boil even more; because he really had no idea why she was upset with him. A part of her wanted to march off again but another part of her remembered Louisa's words to just tell him how she felt.

So she stayed.

“Are you mad at me?” Harry asked again. This time he was more hesitant as he spoke, almost as if he didn't want to find out the answer. And now she didn't even try to stop herself and rolled her eyes at him. What a stupid question. He looked at her with careful eyes and had this been any other time she would’ve swooned over how perfectly the green in his eyes matched his lilac jumper. But now she was just too worked up to care. She didn’t even pay attention to the people going in and out of the pub who looked over at the two of them with curious eyes.

“Yes!” She practically screamed at him.

It wasn’t like her to behave like this; to argue and shout at someone. She felt stupid almost for how good it felt to finally say it outloud and to admit it not only to herself but to Harry as well. She was in fact, underneath all of the sadness, actually angry and it was nice to finally have an outlet for all her feelings. It had all been locked up inside her for too long now. Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes.

Perhaps she was being unreasonable; having an argument with him in the middle of the street, in front of a pub of all places, but she couldn’t help it. She’d most likely regret it in the morning, because she was usually avoided conflicts as much as she could since it gave her a lot of anxiety just thinking about it, but at that moment it felt too good to stop. It was liberating.

“Is this about Cleo?”

Her heart almost stopped beating then; hearing the name leave his lips made her completely lose her train of thought and suddenly, in just seconds, the sadness in her chest was so present again and the anger faltered for just a moment. It hurt to hear her name. Cleo. The girl who was everything she wasn’t. It took everything in her to stop herself from falling apart right there and then. Especially with the way he looked at her. His eyes pierced right through her soul.

But she couldn’t turn back now, so she took a breath to gather herself again.

“Yeah, it is,” she admitted.

Harry breathed in deeply and his jaw tightened as he looked up at the dark sky, collecting his own thoughts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She laughed and dragged a hand through her hair in frustration.

“What was I supposed to say Harry? Tell you to not go on a date!?”

“If that’s how you felt, then yeah, you should’ve,” he responded and his voice matched hers. Harsh and taut. It was obvious her attitude had sparked something in him as well now. “Instead of biting my head off.”

“Oh, well at least I’m not the one who literally jumped from one girl’s bed to another!” It was a low shot and she knew it. A small part of her regretted it straight away but an even bigger part of her felt relieved. Relieved to finally be able to put into words everything she had felt for weeks.

“Wow, really?” Harry replied and scowled. She nodded. “You told me it was okay.”

“Yeah well,” she started and had to take her eyes off him for a second. It was overwhelming confessing to him how she actually felt about him dating someone else. Overwhelming to see him so tense and worked up. Overwhelming having an actual argument with him. Everything she felt was overwhelming; but there really was no going back now. “I guess I lied.”

“You lied?”

“Yeah.”

“You should’ve told me that and I wouldn’t ha-”

“You wouldn’t what?” she cut him off. “You left me behind like I meant nothing Harry! How do you think that makes me feel? You obviously didn’t feel the same way about it so what was I supposed to do? You wanted to go on a date and I had no right to stop you, that’s fine, whatever, it is what it is. But you didn’t have to be a dick about it.”

“When was I a fucking dick about it?”

“You literally forgot I existed after you met her.”

“I never forgot about you. I’ve tried to talk you. You’re the one who didn’t want to see me when I came over!”

She raised her hand and pointed directly at him, ready to give him another piece of her mind. Her body was shaking with emotions while her chest tightened and cheeks flushed red in anger. Her tears were dangerously close to falling at any second and she opened her mouth to speak.

Only to have nothing come out; because he was right.

He had tried.

And she didn’t know how to respond to that.

She was at a loss for words and slowly the feeling of shame and regret washed over her. She felt stupid and the way Harry looked at her now made her want to disappear. Harry dating Cleo had affected her in more ways than she ever thought it would. It hurt. It hurt so much.

It did however not give her the right to behave like this and tell him to go fuck himself. They were always just friends.They were never even close to being exclusive. She had no excuses. He didn’t owe her anything. She was never his type. She always knew that. Harry was never truly hers.

And she was lucky, because in the very same moment her tears rolled down her cheeks the door to the pub opened.

It was Louisa; who very hesitantly stepped outside to join them, and as Harry looked over at their new company she used those few seconds to quickly wipe away the small tears before he could see she was crying.

“Is everything alright out here?” Louisa wondered and looked between the two of them slowly; as if she knew exactly what was happening.

“Actually-”

“Yeah, everything is fine!” She interrupted him quickly once more before he got the chance to say anything about it and flashed Louisa a fake smile which she knew Louisa saw right through. Harry turned his attention back to her, jaw clenched shut with a look in his eyes she couldn’t really figure out. “I’m just heading home. I don’t feel too well.”

“You left your coat,” Louisa said and gestured to the beige coat in her arms.  

“Oh, did I? Silly me.” She tried to laugh it off but more tears were dangerously close to falling and all she wanted to do was to get away from Harry before they did.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Louisa asked and looked at her knowingly. All she could do was nod because she didn’t trust her own voice to carry her anymore. She was too close to breaking.

And just like that Louisa linked her arms beneath hers, whispered a soft goodbye to Harry and they were on their way back home. She on the other hand didn’t say a single thing as they left and kept her eyes on the ground. She didn’t dare to look at him and her tears spilled over the second her back was turned to him and she leaned into Louisa. Her body felt so heavy and with every step she took she worried she might just fall over from how much her heart ached.

-

It took them a little awhile to get home but once they did Louisa made her a cup of tea and they sat down together in the living room. She felt empty. Everything she had felt earlier; the nervousness, the anger, the frustration, the sadness... it was all gone now. There was just nothing.

Louisa tried to talk to her a few times, but quickly figured that it was better to just leave her be for the time being. They sat together though and watched whatever random show it was that was on the television in stillness. She couldn’t take anything in. Nothing was registering in her head.  Her mind was blank, with one exception. Harry.

She had never intended to get in a fight with him. She couldn’t stop replaying the fight in her head. Everything she had told him was how she felt, there was no denying that, but she wished she could’ve said it a bit nicer and not been so hostile towards him. Because it didn’t help the situation. Nothing was going to get better by shouting at each other. It was just so pointless the whole thing. She had exploded and she wasn’t proud of it. It was far from how she had imagined seeing Harry again would go.

Sure there wasn’t a version in her head that ended up with him wanting her again but never did she think she’d end up storming off the way she had. She had at least hoped that she would be able to be in the same room as him again after tonight but now she wasn’t so sure she ever would be.

She was incredibly grateful Louisa had come out when she did and stopped the argument before it turned uglier. She never would’ve made it home without her help.

But there was one thing that did in fact alarm her about Louisa's disruption and that was the fact that Louisa was ready to leave the second she stepped outside.

Which could only mean one thing - they had all witnessed the fight from the inside.

The fact that all their friends had seen and knew that something had happened between the two of them was more embarrassing to her than all the strangers that had seen and passed them on the street. Their friends had all seen her lose control over her emotions and it made her incredibly uncomfortable knowing they had. She didn’t know how she would ever be able to face them all again without wanting to sink through the floor.  

It didn’t take very long until she had to see two of them though. Beth and Aliyah came home barely an hour after her and Louisa. They didn’t say anything about the argument at first. They just got themselves a cup of tea and joined them on the sofa.

It was Beth who eventually broke the silence when the end credits of the show they were watching came on.  

“How are you?” she asked.

She didn’t reply at first. There were no words good enough to describe how she was feeling and she wasn’t even sure exactly what she was feeling; so she stayed silent and kept her eyes on the television.

“You can talk to us, you know that right?” Louisa said softly. “We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, Harry is the one being a twat,” Aliyah chimed in.

“Aliyah” Beth groaned.

“What? It’s true!”  

It was exactly at that moment she broke her silence and let out a laugh. A laugh that little by little turned into a sob. Her three friends were all quick to her side and embraced her in the best way they could.

And then she told them everything.

About how Harry had first ended up in her bed, how she first thought she had her feelings under control, how he always left jumpers out for her to wear in the morning, how much it hurt her when he told her about the date with Cleo, how much she had missed him during Christmas, how he had stepped in during her encounter with the guy at the bar, how she had told him to go fuck himself and everything else that was said between them before Louisa exited the pub.

“One thing I don’t understand is how Harry missed all of this,” Beth said when she was finished and handed her a new fresh tissue to wipe her tears away. “He’s always so observant about everything that's going on around him and considerate, like I just don’t get it. We all thought he liked you.”

“He’s a fuckboy in disguise, that’s why,” Aliyah fumed and got another dirty look from Beth. “Ugh, c’mon, he is. It’s a shitty thing to do to.”

“He did look quite miserable when he came back inside.”

“Has he even apologized?”

“I don’t blame him,” she spoke quietly and interrupted her two friends. “Cleo is gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

“Not like her,” she sighed and looked down at her hands.

After Harry had stayed over at her place for the first time she couldn’t believe a guy like him even wanted to be with a girl like her. She thought he was just being friendly before that because they were in the same group of friends. But every time she woke up next to him it became more and more real to her. Every time they went home together kept her daydreaming about a future she knew would never exist. She got addicted to his touch and a losing game of love.

Now she couldn’t help but feel like a fool for ever thinking he could be hers. She hurt herself more than anything for putting herself in that situation to begin with. Maybe if she had just stopped thinking about what it would’ve been like to introduce Harry to her mother she could’ve saved herself from this heartbreak.

Or maybe if she had listened to Louisa in the first place none of this would’ve happened and Harry would’ve just been a simple one-night stand. But she got lost in him as soon as she saw him even though she was nothing more than a friend to him.

She was simply put defenceless against him.

“Stop it. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re amazing.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

Aliyah gasped.

“You should get back on Tinder!” she exclaimed excitedly with wide eyes. “Go on a date with some hottie and forget all about stupid Harold.”

“I don’t know if I’m really ready for that yet,” she replied sadly.

“That’s okay,” Louisa smiled. “There's no rush. You’ve got all the time in the world to meet someone.”

She tried to give her a weak smile in return but it was near impossible. She felt completely drained after the evening she’d had.

And yet when she crawled into bed later on she was wide awake. With every breath she took she felt her anxiety grow. She couldn’t relax. It was impossible to think about something else. Her mind kept wandering to Harry no matter how much she tried to stop it. Did he ever think of her? Had he ever imagined it was her when he was laying next to Cleo? Did he miss her? Or was she just someone to keep him company during the cold dark nights?

The girls had all told her the aching in her chest would get better but she didn’t want to wait for things to change. She wanted things to be like how they used to. She wanted her sheets to smell like him again. She wanted to feel him run his fingers down her back and have him curled up next to her. If anyone told her she could get anything she wanted in the world; her only answer would be him.

And then there was a soft gentle knock on her door that brought her back from the dark hole she was making for herself. Aliyah peaked in carefully.

“You asleep?”

“No. ”

“Can I come in?”

“Mhm” She nodded and Aliyah stepped in and closed the door behind her before coming over to her bed and sat down.

“Look, I kinda just wanted to apologize if I sounded harsh earlier. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…” Aliyah fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves and sighed. “I hate seeing my friends upset, you know? Especially over some stupid boy. I just want you to be happy because you deserve it more than most people I know and I’m sorry if I pushed the Tinder thing. I know I can come off as quite unsympathetic sometimes but I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand that it might be a bit too early. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you’re unsympathetic Aliyah,” she told her and for the first time that evening she managed to crack a small genuine smile. “I’m really glad I have you in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you and I wish I could just put myself out there... I just don’t know how to.”

“You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“What if I don’t want to figure it out?”

“Well,” Aliyah started and scooted over to lay next to her. “No matter what happens or what you decide, you’ll always have us.”

Aliyah stayed in her room for the rest of the night and they talked about everything that didn’t involve Harry.

And with the help of her friend her mind got a small distraction and she eventually dozed off into a dreamworld where Harry had never gone on a date and still made her breakfast in the morning.

-

A week later she got tired of being so exhausted from going to sleep with such a heavy heart and decided it was time to stop feeling so sorry for herself. She had spent most of her week at home studying, throwing herself into her books more than ever before. She only left her house to go to her lectures and decided to not join the others down at the pub for quiz night. 

She didn’t want to risk running into Harry.

However when her roommates came back home they told her Harry hadn’t showed up either and she could only think of one reason he hadn’t; he was with Cleo.

So with the help from her friends she set up a new profile on Tinder and started swiping. If he could move on then so could she. They spent the whole night reading and going through different guys profiles, swiping left and right. When her phone notified her later that she had a new message she threw her phone at Aliyah in panic who took over and stepped in without hesitation.

And that was how she ended up on a date.

His name was James.

She nearly had a nervous breakdown while she waited for him to show up; only for him to walk in looking like a model fresh off the runway. Her jaw almost dropped and she was a sweaty mess when he approached her and kissed her on her cheek. He was handsome. Almost too handsome; and he knew it.

But he was nice.

He was actually very nice, and polite. They had lots of things in common and there was never an awkward moment of silence between them. They talked all night about everything from what their favorite film was to silly stories about their childhood. She told him about how her brothers used to cover her in bubble wrap and use her as a human punch bag and how they were always punished for the mischief she got up to because their parents thought she was just too innocent and pure. Perks of being the youngest child and only girl she used to call it. She made him laugh and she felt proud. Confident even. He also made her laugh. He made her blush and he made her feel comfortable. The date was nice and it was exactly what she needed after everything that had happened.  

There was absolutely nothing wrong with James. He didn’t have a single flaw.

... he just wasn’t Harry.

No matter how badly she wanted to like James her heart wouldn’t let her.

On the bus back home she felt guilty because James was such a nice guy and she had spent their whole date thinking about someone else. Harry was still so present in her heart and mind. She had compared the two of them all night. She couldn’t help herself. James didn’t have a single tattoo. He had shorter hair. It wasn’t curly. Not even wavy. He had a beard. Bright blue eyes. A different parfyme. A different accent. He didn’t wear any rings.

And all of it just made her realize how badly she wished it had been Harry. It was frustrating how easy he had just replaced her with Cleo while she couldn’t even go on one date with a perfectly good boy like James without thinking about his pretty curls and beautiful green eyes.

She was completely head over heels for Harry.

She sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus and watched the small drops of water run down the glass. There was a light drizzle outside and it matched her mood quite nicely she thought and chuckled. Her life was just a big stupid cliche. If only she hadn’t been so scared from the start. If only she hadn’t suppressed her feelings for him for so long. If only she could’ve admitted how she felt earlier. Then maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe she would’ve had a chance.

She missed him.

That was the worst part. She missed being close to him; missed feeling his skin on hers.

But most of all she missed just talking to him.

Now they hadn’t spoken in months, except for the fight and she didn’t want to count that because it made her sick just thinking about it. The fight had made things worse and it was so stupid. If it wasn’t for the fight and the fact that she had a habit of avoiding her problems when it became too much they could’ve talked things through and at least had a chance to keep their original friendship. It would’ve hurt seeing him with Cleo but she was starting to feel like it was a lot worse not having him in her life at all.

And maybe it was the three pints of beer she had consumed during her date or the fact that James had made her feel a bit confident or maybe it was just the simple fact that she missed Harry that made her decide to go face her problems.

So instead of getting off the bus at her usual stop she waited three more before getting off.

And she ended up outside Harry’s building.

It wasn’t until after she had knocked on his door that she realized what a terrible idea this probably was. She didn’t even know if he was home. What if Cleo was there? What was she even supposed to say? She had no idea. Harry might not even want to see her.

Her head was spinning but it was nothing compared to how she felt when the door opened and Harry was standing in front of her.  

“Hi” she breathed out. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw her.

“Hey?” he replied and she felt a little bit awkward standing there as he stared at her with a puzzled look across his face. 

“Um, is this a bad time?” She felt light-headed and her heart was beating so hard inside her chest it almost hurt. She was scared; because if he shut her out now she might just pass out on the floor right in front of him.

“No, no of course not,” he answered quickly and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to flatten the wild curls on his head. He stepped a little to the side. “Do you wanna come inside?”

“Sure,” she nodded in relief. A tiny bit of hope sparked in her as he invited her inside; hope of what exactly she didn’t know but at least he hadn’t slammed the door in her face and that was always something. She followed him and felt her knees weaken as his familiar scent washed over her.

Isaac sat on the sofa and looked over at her in surprise as they passed. She nodded a shy ‘hello’ towards him and he greeted her back with a small wave. It wasn’t as hard as she had imagined it to be to see Isaac again after everything and it made her somewhat relaxed for what was to come. 

Harry led her to his bedroom to get some privacy and she just couldn’t stop looking at him. She had spent all night wishing James was Harry and now here she was; standing right infront of him. He looked just as perfect as he always did. It took all of her willpower to stop herself from throwing herself over him. She wanted to feel his arms around her more than anything but she couldn’t and she had to stop imaging it because she was only making it harder for herself.

“What are you doing here?” He was the first one to break the silence. Her first instinct was to make up some story about how she was just randomly in the neighbourhood and lie about her reasons for knocking on his door so late. But lying wouldn’t make anything better and she had, for probably the first time ever, pushed herself to go face her troubles instead of going the other way. 

She had simply come too far to lie now.

“I eh... ” she swallowed the big lump in her throat and took another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “I came to apologize for how I behaved the other weekend.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Harry said softly.

“I want to,” she insisted. They were both still standing, neither of them taking their eyes off the other. It was awkward and she had no idea what to say next. She hadn’t really thought it through. All she knew was that she didn’t want this to end in tears. She didn’t want to shout and storm off. She wanted closure.

Harry nodded slowly and waited for her to continue. He had the yellow jumper on. The one she had borrowed so many times before. It made her heart skip a beat. “It was unnecessary of me. It was just hard to come to terms with everything I suppose. I don’t know...  It felt like you kinda just forgot about me.”

“I didn’t,” Harry assured her and took a step forward to come closer to her but stopped himself before he could reach her, uncertainty written all across his face. “I could never forget about you. I’m really sorry I made you feel like I did.”

“Do you like her?”

“What?”

“Cleo. Do you like her?”

Harry didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, taking in every inch of her and she felt her blood rush to her cheeks. Time was frozen and it was so quiet between the two of them. She could hear cars passing by on the street below them and how the light drizzle had shifted and was now pouring down. It was hard to breathe with him right there because she couldn't figure out whether he was happy to see her again or not.

And when Harry still didn’t say anything the panic inside her started rising and she felt like the biggest idiot in London for even asking such a thing. “I mean,” she started and had to clear her throat before continuing. Her voice was shaky as she spoke and she didn’t know where to look; because looking at Harry just wasn’t an option anymore. He made her too anxious. What a stupid idea. “I totally understand if you do. She’s obviously so beautiful and you two look really good together and like I always knew you didn’t like me in that way and that’s okay, because I’m not like Cleo. I know that she’s prettier than me. I just miss you, and us. I don’t know. This is weird I shouldn’t have come I’m sorry I should g-”

She never got the chance to finish her nervous rambling.

Because within a matter of seconds Harry had moved from where he was standing, cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. It all happened so fast her mind didn’t get the chance to understand what had happened at first. She just stood there in shock.

But as she realized Harry was indeed kissing her she melted right into him. His lips were warm and rough against hers. Everything else faded away the second their lips met. She didn’t have time to think about whether she should even be kissing him or not. It just felt so familiar she could cry. Her hands quickly found his hips and pulled him even closer, wanting him as close to her as physically possible. Kissing Harry again was so arousing and she needed it. She needed all of it.

It started out as a small and innocent kiss but when neither of them made an attempt to pull away from each other it deepened. His lips moved with hers with eagerness and she couldn’t get enough. She wanted all of him and despite having kissed him many times before it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She had spent weeks dreaming about kissing him again but it was nothing compared to the real thing; to actually be kissing him again.

Harry pulled back for a second to breath but she pulled him back in just as fast. He laughed lightly as she did but she didn’t care if she came off as desperate. She was. She couldn’t get enough of him. Lust had taken over her completely.

Harry’s fingers slipped through her hair and he deepened the kiss further, and her stomach fluttered when he swiped his tongue across her lower lip. She inhaled sharply as their tongues met. Her whole body was on fire. Harry groaned into her mouth and moved his hand down to her hips. He had a tight grip on her as he pushed her backwards towards his bed.

She fell back and landed on the bed with a gasp. Harry stood before her breathing heavily. His lips damp and begging to be kissed again. She reached out to pull him down to join her, already missing his touch, but he stopped her.

“Are you okay with this?” he panted and looked down at her with concerned eyes. The tension around the room was high and hot. She couldn’t really think. She could hardly breathe. Everything felt like a dream. It was hard to grasp what was actually going on and how they had gotten to this point, but she was okay.

“Yeah,” she whispered and extended her hand towards him. Both of them were breathing heavily while staring at each other. Nothing else mattered in that moment. She forgot about everything that had happened as she tugged at his arm, wanting him to join her. “I just want you to stay with me” she whispered and it was the most vulnerable she had ever felt.

His body was warm on top of hers as he joined her on the bed. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face and leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Then her other cheek. A kiss on her forehead. On her nose. Her jaw. Her neck.

Before he reached her lips he pushed himself up and looked down at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.

Then he reconnected their lips.

She sighed happily into him and let her hands explore his body. He kissed her gently and slowly, but she didn’t want him to be gentle, not now; not after missing his touch for so long. She rolled her hips against his and he groaned again. She felt high. Every touch from him gave her goosebumps. It had been too long.

Her fingers finally found their way in under his jumper and Harry’s kisses became more urgent and hot. His skin was so smooth under her fingertips and it was almost intimidating touching him again, yet it felt so right.

It was Harry’s top that came off first.

Then hers.

And then they were naked; moving together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Skin to skin. Pressed tightly together. His hair tickled the side of her face as he moved over her and she left kisses anywhere she could reach. Desperate to feel all of him. A low moan came from him as she raised her hips to meet his.

And when her body later exploded in pleasure he held her close while she buried her face into his neck to muffle her cries.

They laid in silence after that. She rested her head on his bare chest as he stroked her back lightly. He pressed a lingering kiss on the top of her head and she didn’t really know what to say next. She had gone there hoping that they could move past everything and at least be friends. She never expected them to sleep together and now she didn't really know what to think of it.

Regret was slowly building up inside her because what if it didn’t mean anything to him? What if he still wanted Cleo? Maybe he still just saw her as a friend and just slept with her because he felt sorry for her. 

But laying in Harry’s arms again felt like a dream and if it was the last time she got to do so she didn’t want to ruin it. She didn’t want to risk them arguing again; didn’t want him to tell her it was all a mistake. Not yet. 

Instead she kept quiet, despite being even more confused about their situation than before. She was just too scared of what his answer to everything might be.

So she laid awake all night trying to come up with what to say to him once they woke up the next day and had yet another sleepless night, even with Harry right next to her.

-

Harry was gone when she woke up and her heart sunk a little when she noticed. She had managed to eventually get a few hours of sleep but she felt far from well rested, and it was disheartening to wake up and not find Harry next to her. She’s not sure what she expected. She had woken up alone in his bed many times before. Harry was an early riser and she just wasn’t. But now it just made the regret in her grow. She should’ve just gone home. It felt more and more like a mistake for every minute she stayed in his bed, and it was hard to find the motivation to get up and face reality.

His yellow jumper was folded and sat neatly at the end of the bed, almost like it was waiting for her. She couldn’t stop staring at it. She wanted to put it on more than anything and feel the soft fabric on her skin again; relish in his scent. It was so tempting, but she couldn’t. It didn’t feel appropriate. 

She forced herself out of his bed and took a deep breath, trying to remember what her mom had taught her about mindfulness. She really should’ve read more of the books she had been given. 

Her own clothes felt cold and stiff when she put them on. The warmth of the yellow jumper taunted her from it was sat and she tried to ignore the thought of just putting it on for a second. 

Just breathe. 

Harry was sat on the sofa when she found the courage to leave the safety of his bedroom. The flat was quiet and if she hadn’t seen him as soon as she stepped out she would’ve worried she was all alone. She tried to see if Isaac was anywhere near but couldn’t see him. It was just Harry, and he was too invested in the book he had in his lap to notice that she was approaching him. 

It wasn’t until she sat down in the armchair opposite him that he realized she had actually gotten up and joined him.

“Oh, good morning,” Harry said and sat up a little straighter as soon as he saw her. He brushed off a few crumbs that was stuck on the front of his hoodie from breakfast in an attempt to look more presentable and put his book away.

A heavy silence settled over them almost straight away.

“Morning,” she replied quietly; wanting the awkwardness between the two of them to fade away. She nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and tried to ignore the nausea that clawed at her throat.

“Did you sleep well?” Harry asked and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t really look at her as he spoke and it didn’t help her feel better about the situation.

“Not really,” she admitted. Harry frowned a little and her stomach was in knots as they just sat there. It was their first morning together that was so awkward, not even their first morning together had been this uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right.

“Can I get you anything? Tea?”

“No, thank you.”

They both knew they needed to talk. The tension in the room said it all. It was obvious. She just didn’t know where to start and she was still too afraid to learn about the reasons he kissed her. He could’ve just kissed her because he wanted their old arrangement again. Friends with benefits. Maybe that was all she was to him. 

Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Then out of nowhere she remembered Cleo. Harry was with Cleo. She had forgotten all about the stunning girl with perfekt skin as Harry kissed her last night. It made her feel sick now, sick and dirty. She also felt a little angry again because it wasn’t fair of Harry to kiss her and sleep with her when he had Cleo. “You never answered my question last night,” she said flatly.

“Huh?”

“You never answered my question,” she said again and this time she looked right into his eyes as she spoke. The confident that made her come over in first place sparked a little inside her again. She didn’t want Harry to be with her if he had someone else. It wasn’t the type of relationship she wanted with him.“Do you like Cleo?”

Harry looked up and met her eyes after that and she held her breath waiting for his answer. She didn’t know what she would to do if he said yes. 

Harry took a deep breath and licked his lips. 

“No. I don’t.” His eyes never left hers. “I haven’t seen her since before Christmas.”

“Oh.”

She could feel her heart in her throat. He hadn’t seen Cleo since before Christmas. That meant he wasn’t seeing her when they fought which also meant this mess could’ve been sorted weeks ago if she hadn’t lost her control. How fucking stupid. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. You seemed like you wanted some space, wasn't gonna force you to.” Harry was calm as he explained. His voice was still a little raspy from sleep and he looked so warm and soft were he sat opposite her in his hoodie and matching sweatpants. Her head was spinning. 

There were so many things she wanted to bring up and now when she kew that he wasn’t with Cleo anymore everything changed. Harry didn’t have anyone and he had kissed her last night; he had done more things than just kiss her and it was scary to think that maybe he had just done it because he was lonely and wanted some company. Maybe he had just been with her because he wanted to continue their friends with benefits thing until he found a new Cleo. 

Maybe he would leave her again. 

And it was scary to think about losing him to someone else. She couldn’t go through that again.“I heard you went on a date yesterday,” Harry acknowledged and cleared his throat to get her attention. It snapped her out of her thoughts. “How was it?”

“It was good,” she confessed. 

Harry’s jaw tightened and he nodded slowly, a sour expression on his face, and she was a little taken aback by it. Was he jealous? It was something she had never thought about before; Harry being jealous about her dating someone else. 

She couldn’t help but feel a little pleased at how he reacted hearing about her date as he took a deep long breath through his nose. It was about time he got to hear about her dates rather than the other way around. But she also decided to not leave out the most important thing. “He wasn’t for me though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed and watched as Harry struggled to hold back a smile. It made her heart flutter and for once she didn’t feel so insecure about the situation she was in. “So, how come you broke things off with Cleo?”

She was still nervous though. The knots in her stomach were still there, along with a bunch of butterflies, and her fingers ached to reach out and touch him. It was close to impossible to not think ahead at this point but she tried her best, because she didn’t want to be left disappointed. 

“She wasn’t for me,” he said. His eyes twinkled as he spoke and she noticed him shift in his seat again. This time she was the one who could’t hold back her smile.

Silence fell between them again but it was nowhere near as tense and uncomfortable as before. She knew her cheeks were flushed; she felt hot and light-headed. All she really wanted to do was scream out that she wanted him to be hers. She was tired of dancing around the subject and she wanted, needed, to know if he wanted her too. “I never should’ve dated Cleo,” Harry said and swallowed hard. She sat on the edge of her seat. “It was stupid, and the fact that you thought I forgot about you kills me. I could never forget about you. You’re too special to be forgotten"

“Why?” 

“Why what?”

“Why was it stupid to date Cleo?”

“Doesn’t really seem fair to her when I’m in love with someone else.”

“Who?” 

She had to ask. Her whole body trembled in anticipation and she was terrified despite having no real reason to be anymore. At least she hoped she didn’t. She didn’t want to be wrong. 

“It’s you.”

And that was all it took for her to literally jump to her feet and throw herself over him. She accidentally knocked her nose into his going in for a kiss and it was sloppy and it was clumsy but she didn’t care. Not even a little. Neither did Harry. 

Because at that moment nothing else mattered. Harry was in love with her. He wasn’t with Cleo; she wasn’t for him. He had told her so himself. 

He was hers. 

[detective-giggles]

Sandwich Dismissed

Up until recently, my friend had the only fic in the Rafael Barba/Sandwich tag on AO3, so I did a thing. Thanks to Sarahcakes613 for the beta, and thanks to @teamsladsandgents for coming up with one of the scenarios!

Warnings: None, just a few swears.

Word count: 2500

Pairing: Rafael Barba/Sandwich. Disclaimer: it is Pre-Barisi, so while there’s no explicit Barisi content, it’s strongly hinted at.

 Monday:

Rafael took a quick peek as his phone lit up with a text.

Carmen: Your lunch is on your desk. Thanks for letting me sneak out early today, See you tomorrow!

He glanced at the clock and grinned. They should be breaking for lunch soon and then he could go back to his office and have his sandwich.

Not just any sandwich, but his favorite sandwich from his favorite deli. They closed unusually early for a restaurant in the city, so he was rarely able to make it after work.  It had been months-maybe even a year since he had one last. Just the other day the DA had lunch catered for a meeting and, as luck would have it, he hadn’t been able to get his hands on one of the little sandwiches.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about it, however, and quite frankly, it was distracting.  Rafael had walked in this morning, handed Carmen a twenty and told her if she could have a sandwich waiting for him when court recessed for lunch, she could have the rest of the day off.

As soon as the judge dismissed them for lunch, he jumped up and grabbed his attaché case and turned around... right into the defense.

“Mr. Barba!”

“Counselor Henderson. You here to take a deal?”

The attorney shook his head. “Not exactly.”

“Then I’ll see you in an hour. Excuse me.”

“You’re going to want to hear what we have to say.”

“I don’t think so.” Rafael motioned with his hand. “If we’re talking, we’re walking. Let’s go.”

Counselor Henderson laughed but followed Rafael out of the courtroom. “They won’t run out of coffee downstairs, Mr. Barba, and I have an innocent client. I think you can spend a few minutes hearing what we have to say.”

“I haven’t seen anything that points to your client’s innocence and I’m not interested in any uncorroborated-” Henderson thrust a manila envelope towards Rafael and he grabbed it with a sigh. He could feel photographs inside, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

“Come on, Mr. Barba, let’s chat. Maybe you can still salvage some of your case against the other two defendants.”

Rafael rolled his eyes and tried to ignore his growling stomach as he allowed himself to be led into a conference room.

Tuesday:

“I don’t know, Liv… I just…” Rafael shrugged. “I’ll think about it,” he promised.

“Don’t think too long. But it’s kind of obvious when you finally notice it. You can’t un-notice it.” Olivia gave him a look and then pulled her phone out of her pocket, firing off a text.  

“Lovely,” he muttered. The elevator doors opened, and he filed out, followed closely by Olivia.

“I’ll be over in a second,” Olivia said, nodding towards the bathrooms.   Rafael nodded and paused at the vending machine just long enough to grab a bag of pretzels, the perfect side for the sandwich he hoped was waiting for him in his office.

“Mr. Barba, your lunch.” Carmen handed over a small cardboard box in the deli’s signature lavender.

“You’re the best, thank you.”

“Do I get to leave early again?” she asked.

Rafael shook his head. “Not a chance!” Her laughter followed him into his office.

He made his way to his desk, setting the pretzels and sandwich down, and peeled off his jacket, hanging it neatly. Rafael dropped into his chair and stared at the box for a moment, an 8 written in messy handwriting in the corner, and under that, XTRA PICK. His mouth watered at the thought of the sour tang from the house-made pickles and he couldn’t wait any longer, tearing into the box.

A wave of disappointment hit him when, instead of a large Ciabatta roll, he saw rye bread. “Oh no… no no no…” he whined. “Carmen!”

“Rafa? What’s wrong?” Olivia took a seat across from him and watched as he carefully picked the top piece of bread off and groaned. Carmen popped her head into the doorway.

“They gave you the wrong sandwich.”

“No! It’s a number eight! With extra pickles just like you asked for.”

“I know that’s what the box says, but that’s not what’s in the box!”

Carmen and Olivia exchanged glances, “I can go get you another?” Carmen offered, although they all knew she had more important things to do then run around and fetch his lunch.

Rafael sighed with defeat, “No, thanks. We don’t have time; we have to get over to the precinct by one.”

“So you’re not going to eat the sandwich?” Olivia clarified, leaning in to see what was inside the box.

“Nope.”

“Oooh. What kind did they give you?” Carmen asked, walking over.

“A Reuben.”

“Wanna split it?” Olivia offered. Rafael sat back and pouted as he watched the ladies divide the sandwich and they each took a bite.

“Oh Rafa, this is really good,” Olivia murmured, “you sure you don’t want some?”

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in. That sauerkraut is making my office smell.” He griped, wrinkling his nose.

Carmen headed towards the door, “I’ll get you another one tomorrow,” she assured him. “And I’ll check it before I leave the deli!”

 Wednesday:

Rafael made his way across the room and poured a fresh cup of coffee. He paused to take a couple of large gulps, and then topped the cup off again.  He set it on the conference table next to the purple box. Carmen assured him it was correct today, but he popped the box open and sniffed; his mouth watered as he inhaled the slightly spicy scent from the meat’s marinade. Rafael pulled the sandwich out and peeled back the paper, flattening it to make a makeshift plate on the table.  He carefully pulled a thin slice of meat off the sandwich and popped it in his mouth, moaning softly.

“You okay over there?” Carmen asked, poking her head in.

Rafael scowled at being caught. “Yes, thank you,” he reached into his wallet and pulled out a couple wrinkled bills. “You heading out for lunch?”

“Yes. I’ll be back before your meeting.” Carmen turned to leave, “Oh, and this vending machine hasn’t been filled yet, you’ll have to go to the eighth floor for pretzels,” she called over her shoulder.

“Damn it.” Rafael grabbed another sliver of meat and headed for the elevators.

*** Five minutes later, Rafael was back on his own floor, his little bag of pretzels in hand. The door to his office was opened, which was odd, he could have sworn he had pulled it shut on the way out.  As he got closer, he could see movement inside, and he rolled his eyes.

”You’re early,” he grumbled. He entered his office and tossed the pretzels on the table.  

John Buchanan looked up, his eyes wide with mock surprise. “Am I? Ooooh, and I interrupted your lunch too!  It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll wait.”   He smirked, not taking his eyes off Rafael.

“Outside?” Rafael gestured to the row of chairs in the hall. Buchanan was 45 minutes early, obviously a tactic to annoy the ADA. Rafael sat slowly, he didn’t particularly want to eat with an audience, but he also knew they’d be arguing for a while.

“Oh, no. Don’t be silly. Enjoy your lunch, it’s fine.” Buchanan looked around and feigned excitement when he spotted the newspaper with a picture of his client on the front page. “I can occupy myself with this.” He grabbed the paper, shaking it with a flourish. His hand hit the coffee cup and, before Rafael could react, his sandwich, the table, and his pants were covered in the brown liquid.

“Fuck!” Rafael hissed and jumped up. Luckily for him, it wasn’t as hot as it could have been - the drink had cooled considerably in the time since it was poured.

To his credit, Buchanan actually looked mildly embarrassed. “That… was not intentional,” he stated, although he made no effort to actually apologize or attempt to help clean up.

“I’m going to need you to wait outside while I…deal with this.”

“Right. Yeah, I can do that.” He stood and crossed the room slowly, shutting the door behind him.

Rafael grabbed the garbage can and sighed as he shoveled the mess into the trash, mourning his third sandwich of the week.

 Thursday:

Rafael tossed his pen on his desk and rubbed his temples. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His head was pounding, and he was no closer to finishing his opening statement than he had been three hours ago.  He opened his eyes and realized Sonny was staring at him.

“What?” Rafael snapped. He sighed, muttering an apology.  

“Let’s take a break.  I can pick up lunch for us? And some coffee, of course. Or just the coffee, if you’d prefer.” Sonny teased, flashing a dimpled smile.

“No, thanks, Carisi. Carmen should be bringing my sandwich in a bit. I didn’t realize you were staying so long. I can text her and have her bring you something too?” Sonny was helping him (on a day off, nonetheless) so the least he could do was be polite. And he definitely didn’t want to look up all this case law on his own tonight. If the extra help only cost him a sandwich, it would be a cheap trade.

They heard a knock on the door and looked up, Rafael motioning for Carmen to come in.  “Mr. Barba, your sandwich. Good afternoon, Detective.”

“Thank you, Carmen.” She set the box on the corner of his desk and quickly left the office, shutting the door behind her.

“Look, Barba, so I was thinking…” Sonny started. He crossed the room and was at Rafael’s side in a couple of quick strides.

“Oooh, that’s dangerous.”

“Haha,” Sonny rolled his eyes and perched on the corner of Rafael’s desk, “Seriously. I’ve been thinking and I wanted to ask-” Sonny shifted, suddenly anxious, accidentally nudging the items behind him. As if in slow motion, Rafael watched in horror as the lavender box tumbled to the floor.

“You.”

“I, uh… Oops?” Sonny slid off the desk and stood quickly, walking around to inspect the damage.

“Please tell me my sandwich isn’t all over the floor?”

“I could. Tell you that, I mean. But then I’d be lying and…” Sonny swallowed hard and knelt down to pick up the scattered pieces of Rafael’s lunch. “I’m sorry, Barba. On the plus side, no aioli got on your carpet. That would leave a nasty grease stain...” he paused, “Barba, are you okay?”

Rafael laughed, harder than Sonny expected for someone whose lunch was currently inedible, “That…is just my luck. Do you know how much money I’ve spent this week on lunches I haven’t gotten to eat?”

“Um, no? How many sandwiches are we talking?”

“Four.”

“Oh, shit. Barba. I’m really sorry. I’ll go get you another one right now. It’ll take twenty minutes, tops.” Sonny grabbed his coat.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. You can get a little hangry and I don’t want that on my conscience when you walk into the precinct later.”

“Carisi, I’m not actually angry, so stop talking while you’re ahead.”

“Yeah, okay. But I really am sorry,” Sonny sat down at the table and grabbed another book, “I promise, your next sandwich is on me.”

 Friday:

Rafael sighed, relieved, as he made his way into the deli with fifteen minutes to spare. “Hi, Can I get a number eight, please. Extra pickles and cut in half. To go.”

The teenager behind the counter looked bored as she tapped at the screen. “$12.95.”

Rafael slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his suit and froze briefly when he realized the pocket was empty. He shoved his hands into the front pockets, also coming up empty. “I, uh... sorry, I don’t...” he tapped the front and back pocket of his pants-no wallet.

He felt his inside pocket again and groaned, hoping he hadn’t dropped it somewhere. He could already feel his temple throbbing at the thought of having to go home and cancel all his credit cards and replace his license.

“$12.95.” The girl repeated with an eye roll.

“I heard you the first time. Clearly, I’m having an issue.”

“Apple-pay?” She suggested.

“What?” She tapped the machine in front of Rafael and he shook his head. “No, I don’t Apple-pay.”  He closed his eyes. The last time he saw it was earlier today when he had given it to Carmen to purchase some flowers for his abuelita. She always locked it in his top drawer when she was done and in his haste to get out of the building he must have forgotten to grab it.

Rafael dropped his head in defeat. He couldn’t make it to his office and back before they closed for the evening, and even if he could, his key card to get into the building after hours was in his wallet.

“So, do you still want the sandwich or what?”

“Yeah, he’ll take the sandwich.”

Rafael didn’t need to look up to know it was Sonny standing next to him, handing some cash across the counter, telling the girl to keep the change.

“Carisi, you didn’t have to do that.”

Sonny shrugged, “but it was my fault your last sandwich didn’t work out. Luckily, I decided it looked really good while I was picking it up off the floor.  My debt to you is now repaid.”

“My hero.” Rafael grinned.  The pair stood in silence for a minute.  “I guess it would be pretty rude if I didn’t ask you to join me, wouldn’t it?”

“Nah. Rain check?”

Against his better judgement Rafael asked, “you... you don’t want to have dinner with me? Isn’t that what you were going to ask yesterday? In my office?”

Sonny looked surprised. “I would love to,” he admitted. “But I know that you want nothing more than to go home with your sandwich and your obscenely expensive bottle of scotch and forget about this week. If we ever have dinner...together... I want it to be because you want to and not because you feel obligated to. Go home, enjoy your sandwich, and I’ll see you Monday?”

“Thanks, Sonny.” Rafael watched as the detective flashed a quick smile and exited the deli. Maybe, someday soon, he’d be spending some extra time with a blue-eyed detective. But for tonight, it would be just him and his sandwich, and he was just fine with that.

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[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 1

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them? Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately.

October 14,  1996   Dean’s POV

I watch with pride as Sammy schools some kid. My brother might not look like much but he can fight. I guess all the times sparring with Dad and I have paid off. He gets a few good punches in before laying the bully out. I smile widely as Sam tells the kid that he’s not tough, he is just a jerk. The crowd begins chanting ‘Dirk the Jerk’.

One of the onlookers turns to walk away and slams right into me. I look down to see a girl from a couple of my classes. It takes me a minute to remember her name. Rebecca. Rebecca Quentin.

The blush on her cheeks and the way she pushes her hair behind her ears is adorable as hell! She looks down at the ground after she apologizes but I’ve got to tell her it’s okay. No harm, no foul.

“Hey Rebecca, right?”

I get a glimpse of what a spitfire she is, when I accidentally call her ‘honey’.

“I’m not your honey, Dean!” she rages and honestly it is cute as fuck! 

I smile and try to make up for my obvious mistake. “Listen, Becks,” I begin and cringe at another faux pas. ‘Dammit Dean keep it together.’ “Is it alright if I call you that?”

I sigh and relax when she nods her head that the nickname is okay.

“We got off on the wrong foot. Let me make it up to you. We can go get a bite to eat.” She looks like she is about to reject my offer so I quickly counter. “I’ll even bring my little brother so it won’t look like a date. If that’s what you’re afraid of.” 

When she agrees I can practically feel my heart rate pick up. This girl is beautiful with her gorgeous blue eyes and brown hair. She is a vision and she just agreed to go out with me! Well, Sammy too, but I get to talk more and learn about this angel.

I call Sammy over, never taking my eyes off her. As we leave the school grounds, I wonder if she is aware that she has strategically placed Sammy between us. Was that intentional or just a coincidence? The two of us carry most of the conversation during our trip since Sammy has his nose in some book, the big nerd!

Rebecca Quentin is 17 years old, the same age as me; a senior and is planning on going to college to become a Psychologist. She tells me that she has her heart set on Harvard.

“You must be really smart,” Sam quips glancing up at Rebecca before going back to reading.

On our walk, I learn that she is an only child and lives with her parents on the other side of town. I can’t imagine not having siblings because, although he can get on my nerves, Sammy is my life. I have been protecting him since I was 4 years old, it’s my duty. 

As we pass a movie rental store, I get the bright idea for pizza and a movie in our motel room. After some coaxing, Rebecca agrees and I rush inside to get the movie. ‘All Saints Day’ is one of my favorites. 

Our money situation is getting sparse but I want to splurge for her so I grab a couple bags of popcorn at the checkout and after paying, I join Rebecca and Sammy on the sidewalk.

We walk to the pizza joint and go inside to place our order. I look around the nearly-empty restaurant as we wait. The lighting is bright but is dulled by the amount of wood inside. Dark wooden panels cover the walls with even darker wood beams line the ceiling. The tables are draped with red-and-white checkered table clothes with a candle and a condiment tray in the center. The whole ambience of the place gives off a romantic vibe and I imagine bringing Rebecca here for a date.

‘Get a grip Dean!’ I think to myself. ‘You just met the girl and had to persuade her to hang out with you. She’s probably not even interested in you like that; just too nice to say no.’ The waitress calls our name and I grab the boxes before we continue our trek to the motel. 

At the motel, I am a complete gentleman, holding the door for her to enter first and I even carry her food for her. We settle in, me on the floor and her on the end of my bed. We watch as David Yeager portrays the Hatchet man. Sometime during the movie Rebecca joins me on the floor and when a jumpscare scene comes up she hides her face on my shoulder. I smile as I lean over and whisper, “I’ll protect you.” That earns me a smile and from the look in her eyes, I can tell she actually believes and trusts me. I can’t help myself as I lean over and press my lips to hers, keeping it chaste and innocent because Sammy is right there.  A few minutes later she places her hand in mine and I entwine our fingers, a smile breaking out on my face. I am scared that if I acknowledge it she’ll pull away and that is the last thing I want her to do, so I sit there with a big old goofy grin. We finish the movie and polish off the rest of the food before Sammy begins complaining that he wants to go to the arcade. I only have $20 left for us to live on until Dad returns and the brat is getting on my last nerve.

Suddenly Rebecca speaks up and pulls some bills out of her pocket. “Here ya go. There’s an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!” she tells him, with a laugh.

Sammy’s whole face alights and he begins begging me to go. “Can I Dean? I promise not to go any further. And to come straight back when I’m done. Please?” 

I look at Rebecca and then to Sammy. That means Rebecca and I will be in the room alone, by ourselves. What if she is expecting something to happen. Fuck! I have not watched enough Casa Erotica on stolen pay-per-view for this. I don’t know what I’m doing. Fuck!

I pull Sammy to the side. “No further. And if you see anything...suspicious come back here. You know the codeword.”

Sammy repeats the codeword and is out the door in a flash. Well this just turned awkward. I run my hand across the back of my neck as I turn to look at Rebecca. I take a step closer to her as she steps closer to me. Before long, we are standing toe-to-toe and I can smell her strawberry, I think it’s strawberry at least, shampoo. Her lips are still slightly swollen from the kiss I gave her and I lick mine as I hesitantly reach for her. She walks right into my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down and kiss her and OH MY GOD! This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips and am surprised when she opens to let me lick into her mouth.

She tastes like heaven, if there is a heaven. Her tongue wrestles with mine and she moans as I begin lightly sucking on hers. My hands begin rubbing up and down her sides, the hem of her shirt catching on my fingertips. I pull back and look at her questioningly and she nods so I grab the garment and pull it over her head. She is wearing a little peach bra with a tiny little bow in between her breasts. I swear I could cum right now. She helps me pull my shirt off and then we discard the rest of our clothing until we are left in our skivvies.

We lay down and make out heavily on the bed. I feel like my dick is going to burst, it’s so hard. I slide her bra strap down and then reach behind her to unsnap it. Of course with my bumbling hands, I have trouble but I get it loose and Rebecca pulls it off, dropping it on the floor. 

I stare at the picture before me. Her nipples are hardening to little nubs as I gaze at them. Seeing breasts on television is one thing but fuck me, breasts in real life? There is no comparison. Gathering up all the courage I can muster, I dip my head and kiss one of the stiff peaks, flicking my tongue across it. Rebecca moans above me and her hands land on the back of my head. I continue laving her nipple all the while loving the sounds she is producing.

I slide my hand slowly down her stomach, praying she doesn't feel the tremble in it. My whole body is vibrating with nerves.  I have never gotten this far with a girl and I'm worried I will somehow mess this up. I want to satisfy and please her. When my fingertips meet her panties, I lightly run them along the edge. I look up to see Rebecca's eyes watching me. She wiggles her hips and smiles. I take that as her consent to keep going. 

I push up onto my knees between her legs, almost embarrassed at the obviousness of my arousal. I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down. Once I get them to her feet I stand up and take them the rest of the way off. I grab the top of my boxers to remove them but my eyes land on her body. Taking my time, I run my eyes down from her face to her neck, over her heaving chest and gorgeous tits down her stomach to….her pussy. Fuck! I palm my dick as I look at the splendor before me. Her outer lips are bare and smooth and I can just see a peek of her clit. How the hell am I going to last, I'm already about to blow my load. I push my boxers down until they fall to the floor.

 Climbing back onto the bed,  I position myself between her legs and lean forward to capture her lips. My cock rubs against her inner thigh and oh my fucking god! How am I getting harder?!

Rebecca's back arches off the bed, breaking our lips apart. "Dean," she sighs and I look into her eyes. Holy shit! This is happening! I'm about to have sex. I sure hope to god Sam doesn't return anytime soon. "Do you have a condom?"

Fuck!! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Yea I have a condom; one dad gave me when I turned 13, four years ago. Dammit to hell. 

I crawl off the bed,  trying to figure out if I want to take a chance with that old thing. I look around the room and spot a half wadded sandwich wrapper on the table. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work right? I grab the plastic and notice a few crumbs stuck to it. I shake them off and proceed to wrap the cellophane around my dick,  making sure that the tip is covered well.  When I am satisfied with the protection, I climb back onto the bed and take my previous place. 

I grab the base of my dick and line it up with her entrance. "Ready baby?" I ask as sincerely as I can.

I’m nervous as hell but I want to make this good for her. I look down as I run the tip of my dick along her slit, her juices warm and slippery. I press in to breach her outer lips and notch myself at her entrance. I don’t know why but I am assuming this is her first time too. Maybe it’s the look of anxiety on her face or maybe I’m just seeing things. Either way, I want to ease her into this. Ok, yea and me too. “This might hurt and I’m sorry.”

I press into her and am immediately met with resistance. Yep, this is her first time too. Has to be, ain’t no way they are always this tight, right? I lean down and kiss her to swallow her cries as I pull out and push back in. A few more tries and our hips are flush, my dick is inside her! Holy shit, I am inside a girl and fuck does it feel wonderful! I have to bite my inner cheek to stave off the desire to shoot my load. It feels that fucking good!

When Rebecca whimpers, I freeze. Oh fuck! Did I hurt her? I should have been more gentle. ‘Good going Dean!’ I silently chastise myself. I wanted this to feel good for her, not to cause her any pain. I pull my upper body off her enough so that our foreheads are touching. Neither of us are moving, just our chests from the heaving breaths we are both taking. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, although if she would say no I think I’d have to kill myself. I don’t want to have harmed her in any way. 

Instead Rebecca grins up at me and nods her head. I feel relieved instantly. “Yea. Just keep doing what you are doing. It’ll get better.”

I start a slow and steady drive of pushing in and pulling out all the while trying to hide the euphoria on my face. I lean down and nuzzle into her neck, kissing the skin behind her ear.

Rebecca starts making these sweet little sounds that are so much better than anything I’ve ever heard on pay-per-view. It is music to my ears. I begin grunting on the push in and moaning each time I pull out. I swear I am in heaven. If there is a god, I want to shake that guy’s hand.

 Oh god! Now her pussy is squeezing me tight, making my momentum wobble. I can feel my nuts drawing up and I know I’m about to meet my end. White explodes my vision and I push in as far as I can, pulsing and shooting my load into that plastic sandwich wrapper. This is so much better than jacking off! 

Suddenly, Rebecca grabs my biceps; her fingers digging into my skin. She throws her head back onto my pillow with her eyes closed as she screams, “Oh god! Dean!”  I can feel her getting wetter and seeping out around my shaft.

I kiss along her collarbone, careful to keep my weight off of her as we both come down from that magnificent high. Now I know what all the excitement is about. Sex with a woman is phenomenal!

After cleaning up and getting re-dressed, the awkwardness creeps in. We stand in the middle of mine and Sammy’s motel room, just staring at one another with small smiles on each of our faces. Mine will probably be etched on and never go away.

“Well, I uh….I better get home,” Rebecca stammers, pushing her hair behind her ear. Does she realizes how fucking adorable and captivating that little habit is? Probably not, but it fucking is.

I don’t want her to go but I know she needs to get home. I look at my watch and balk as I see that it is almost 6 pm. So that means for almost an hour she and I had sex. Wow!

I grab her wrist and pull her toward me, running a finger down the side of her face. “See ya tomorrow, Becks.” I lean in and give her a quick kiss on the lips and wistfully watch as she opens the door.

Before leaving though, she looks back at me one more time and smiles. There is a sparkle in her eye and I can’t help but feel proud; I put that there. After the door closes, I turn to grab my flannel; might as well go hang out with Sammy in the arcade. Maybe whoop him in a game of Mario Kart. A spot on the bed catches my attention and my heart flutters when I realize what it is. There in the middle of my bed, is a splotch of Rebecca’s cum. I’ll sleep great tonight, with the knowledge that I finally got laid. And we both enjoyed it. The proof is right there. 

I pull my flannel on, checking to see if I had the room key before I strut down the side of the building to the room that the arcade is located in. I look through the window to see my nerdy ass brother sitting at a game for dorks; some type of trivia shit. I go to grab the door handle and wonder if Sammy will be able to tell a difference in me. I am no longer Dean Winchester, virgin but I am Dean Winchester, sex god. 

I challenge Sammy to a round of Lethal Enforcers, totally demolishing him. But at 13 Dad hasn’t let Sammy get much practice in with a gun. Not like he has with me; by the time I was Sammy’s age I could take apart, clean and reassemble almost any caliber weapon in Dad’s possession. I ruffle Sam’s hair as we head back to the room, much to his chagrin. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood Dean?” Sammy asks. “You and Rebecca do it?” I can tell by the playfulness of his voice and the smirk on his face, Sammy has no idea what transpired in our room.  In an attempt to play it cool and nonchalant, I puff out my chest and say, “Yea. I rocked her world.”

Sammy rolls his eyes and continues walking towards the room. I shudder at how much of a jerk I sound like. It was nothing like that at all. What happened between Becks and I was magical and wonderful and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. At that thought, I remind myself to invest in some newer condoms. 

The next morning

I can’t wait to get to school. I have first period with Rebecca and I am hoping to be able to sit beside her. That is, if Amanda Heckerling and her flunkies leave us alone. There is a skip in my step as Sammy and I walk the two blocks to the school. But it falls away when the cell phone in my pocket begins ringing. I know there is only one person with this number and there is only one reason he would be calling. Dad is done with his hunt and is on his way to pick us up. I curse as I take the phone out of my jacket pocket and flip it open.

After the call, I tell Sammy the news. “Dad will be here by lunchtime to pick us up. Do you have everything in your bag?” We had long ago learned to carry our personal possessions with us instead of leaving them in whatever motel room we stayed in. Easier for Dad to just pick us up and leave town before any questions or concerns arose. 

“Yep,” Sammy answers and I can tell he is as melancholy as I am at the thought of leaving this town. In the three weeks we’ve been here, we have both made friends and hated leaving them behind, knowing we’d probably never see or hear from them again.

I go about my normal routine, checking in at homeroom and grabbing my shit out of my locker before heading to English Lit. As soon as I walk in I spot Rebecca but instead of the smile I expect to see on her face, she looks down. Is she ashamed of what we did? Did she tell someone and they made fun of her for having sex with the boy from out of town? I walk past her and take my usual seat at the back. I can’t wait for Dad to get here so we can get out of this shithole! Lunchtime cannot come soon enough.

At lunch, I track down Sammy and we go to the front of the school to wait on Dad. As we hear the rumble of the Impala coming we both look up at the building morosely. The best and worst things happened here. I met a girl and had sex just for her to turn around and deny she even knew me. “This place sucks. Come on Sam,” I say as I head around the front of the car to get into the front.

As we pass the sign that thanks us for visiting Fairfax, I silently wish Rebecca Quentin a farewell. My heart constricts and I feel sick. I lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes and daydream about blue eyes and dark brown hair and soft silky skin. 

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[spaceskam]

no voice

warning: anxiety, selective mutism, implied child abuse

ao3

Alex Manes didn’t speak.

Michael watched him from afar for the entirety of middle school and high school. He’d seen people like and prod him to get him to speak. He’d seen people make fun of him and teachers dock his grade for refusing to speak. He’d even seen Alex’s father drag him out of detention, scolding all the way. No, Alex didn’t speak, but Michael seemed to be the only one who didn’t mind.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Alex had friends. Liz Ortecho and Maria DeLuca hung around him, never forcing him to talk yet managing to include him anyway. Perhaps it was creepy that Michael had noticed all these things, but Alex was too interesting not to pay attention to.

It was only when Michael became increasingly aware that he was running out of time with graduation approaching in just a few months that he realized he needed to do something. He needed to at least try to get to know Alex or he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

“Hey,” Michael said, standing beside Maria, Liz, and Alex’s lunch table. They looked up to him with various stages of confusion on their faces. “Uh… Can I sit with you guys?”

They all looked between each other, clearly trying to come up with the nicest way to say ‘I’d rather stab myself in the jugular’. They came up with nothing which is how Michael ended up sitting with them for lunch.

The first half was completely silent which was awkward as hell. Michael realized that he’d bombarded them with his presence, so it was probably his duty to create conversation. He looked between the three unfairly attractive group of people and tried to think of something to talk about. Before he could come up with anything, they all looked at him simultaneously as if they’d shared a goddamn mental conversation.

“Okay, I’ve decided that there are only three reasons you could be sitting with us. You’re either here to hit on one of us, to ask for tutoring, or because you were dared. Which is it?” Maria said bluntly. Michael’s eyes widened and had to wonder how many times that had happened that they had a list. And, more importantly, he was embarrassed that he fucking fell into that list. Not that he could admit that. He wanted to hit on Alex, but he had no idea if Alex was gay, straight, or something else entirely and he had no intention of outing anyone. It didn’t help that Alex didn’t actually speak so he couldn’t even find out. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“Ever think I’m just trying to make friends?” Michael tried. 

“Four months before we graduate? Try again,” Maria said. He glared at her for a second before remembering she didn’t actually deserve to be glared at. Michael sighed and looked to Alex. As always, his face was expressionless and he was looking down at his untouched plate. His shoulders were hunched and his hands were in his lap. It didn’t take a genius to see that Michael’s presence was making him uncomfortable. Great. Way to fucking go. 

“Fine, I-I need help with calculus,” Michael lied, “But it’s fine, I’ll figure it out.”

Michael started to get up and take the loss, but Liz stopped him. “Wait.”

“No, seriously, I’m not trying to impose myself,” he said. That was the truth. He’d spent years trying to get the courage to speak to Alex and, when he finally tried, he made him uncomfortable. He just wanted to go slam his head into a locker‒was that so hard to ask?

“Look, Alex and I study calc every Thursday at The Crashdown after school. If you show up, I won’t not help you,” Liz said. Michael looked at her and then to Alex who didn’t seem to have any opinion on the matter. Michael took a deep breath and decided he’d try one more time.

“Okay.”

-

Rule one to asking for math help: you have to actually act like you don’t know what you’re doing.

“You don’t actually need help,” Liz pointed out about fifteen minutes into their study session. Michael stared at her blankly and it occurred to him that he hadn’t actually tried to pretend he was confused. Again, as always, Alex wasn’t apart of the conversation. Michael wanted to know how he communicated. So far, he hadn’t figured it out.

“Um,” Michael said. He couldn’t come up with a good excuse anymore, so he instead said nothing.

“Look,” Liz sighed, “You can study with us still. I don’t mind. Just don’t lie.”

“Okay, I won’t,” Michael promised. She stared at him for a minute. 

“Right, I’ll be right back, you good, Alex?” Liz asked. Alex made no move to respond, but she touched his shoulder for a few seconds and seemed to get an answer from that. She got up and disappeared into the back.

This was Michael’s chance.

“So…” he started. Alex’s eyes stayed on the book in front of him, showing his work with the complex equations. Michael didn’t know how to go about this. He decided to go full stupid and speak his mind. “The real reason I’m here is because I want to get to know you.” Alex stopped writing. “You can kick me if I go too far or say too much, but I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a long time. I look at you and… I don’t know, maybe I’m just superficial, but you’re gorgeous.”

Michael could see Alex get tense and he could see the way he clutched his pencil. His nails dug into his palm. He’d fucked up.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Michael said, very quickly trying to gather his things so he didn’t make it worse. But then Alex looked up at him. He didn’t hold eye contact or even really make it in the first place, but it was something. Alex Manes didn’t do that. Michael didn’t know how to take it. “Can I give you my number? If you don’t want to use it, I understand, I won’t be mad, but… Can I?”

Alex’s movements were so subtle and controlled. It was hard to fully grasp. However, his phone ended up on the table between them. Michael blinked a few times before he very quickly gave the man his number. Maybe he wouldn’t ever use it, but he got further than he thought he would.

Liz sat back down after a minute with a tray of fries and Alex went back to putting his phone in his lap. Michael was on cloud nine, unable to hide his smile as he looked to Liz. She raised her eyebrow as she looked at him.

“Why are you smiley over calculus?” Liz asked. Michael tried to dial it back, but he found that literally impossible. Alex stole one look at him and it made it worse.

“I’m just… really happy I finally got down the application of triple integrals,” Michael said. She eyed him skeptically but didn’t press.

Alex ignored him for the rest of the night and it was still enough to make him skip all the way home.

-

“Hey, Mom, can I ask you a question?”

Michael watched his mother take the time to dry her hands from doing breakfast dishes and sit beside him before asking him to continue, her eyes wide with interest.

“Have you ever dealt with, like, kids that didn’t speak? Like that all?” Michael asked. Her head tilted to the side, her corkscrew curls squishing against her shoulder. 

“Like mutism? Sure, a few times,” she answered.

“Do you know what causes it? Or do they just not like to? How do you talk to them or get them to talk or even just, like, communicate?” Michael asked. 

“Whoa, slow down,” she laughed, her hand covering his, “Where’s all this coming from?”

Michael sighed, trying to think of the best way to say ‘I like a boy and he doesn’t speak and I gave him my number two days ago and he hasn’t texted me’. Of course, there wasn’t a best way to say that, so he just settled for half of the story. 

“There’s a guy at school who doesn’t speak and I don’t know how to go about it without being rude,” Michael said. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as she nodded.

Ingrid Guerin was a social worker assigned to Michael when he was just three years old. She had gone to college and gotten a degree to teach children with special needs, but decided that she wanted to become a social worker with “problem” children instead. By the time Michael was three, he’d already been labeled a problem child and got passed onto her. According to her stories, he was sweet to her and couldn’t figure out where the problems laid until she would get frantic calls at four in the morning because he was screaming at the top of his lungs and drawing on furniture and fighting anyone who got near him. 

She watched him get passed from family to family, each one only being able to handle him for about six months before they wanted him gone. She was the only real constant in his life and the only one who seemed to understand that he just needed affection that people refused to give him. According to her stories that she told him very regularly, though, when he was eight years old, he accidentally called her ‘mama’ and she decided she couldn’t stand watching him be rejected anymore. Within a few months, she moved out of his jurisdiction and became his foster mom until she could adopt him three years later. She was his favorite person in the world.

“Well, I can’t tell you exactly where it stems because there’s a lot of different reasons someone becomes mute. Most of the time, though, they’re just born that way. Genetic social anxiety can show its face really young which can cause selective mutism and it takes a lot of therapy to even become manageable. But then there’s stuff like traumatic mutism which is something different, but it can overlap occasionally if someone who has selective mutism has repeatedly negative reinforcement about it. But, obviously, everyone is different and I don’t know this kid, so it could be a number of things,” she tried. Michael scrunched up his nose and accepted that the answer was a long, detailed ‘I don’t know’.

“How do I talk to him?”

“Um,” his mom said, humming to herself as she tapped against the back of his hand, “Maybe you don’t? Most of the children I’ve met who don’t speak take best to when there’s absolutely no pressure. Just… If you do talk, don’t make it feel like he has any obligation to speak back. So he knows you’re just trying to be nice. But it’s a very, very tricky thing.”

“He has two friends. I don’t know if he speaks to them or not, but he hangs out with them,” Michael said.

“Well, sometimes people with mutism can still speak to people they’re extremely comfortable with, even if it’s just in whispers. And, honestly, that’s what it is at the end of the day. It’s about comfort. It causes major anxiety for these people to even walk out of their house and be around other people. It can be paralyzing. They’re probably people he feels the most comfortable with,” she explained. Michael nodded slowly as he tried to think of ways to make Alex Manes feel comfortable with him.

“And… how do I do that?” he asked. His mom smiled and shook her head.

“I don’t know, babe, that’s something you have to find out,” she told him. He groaned.

“What’s the point of having a mom who knows this stuff if she can’t help me?” 

She grinned and ruffled his head, smacking a kiss to his head before hopping off the bar stool. “Because I feed you. Now get to school.”

He couldn’t help but smile and listen. 

“Love you, Mama!”

“Love you too, Mikey!”

-

“So, I was thinking about you and I think you would like this movie I watched.”

Alex very slightly looked up at Michael as he sat across from him in the empty Calculus room, but it was enough to show that he was paying attention so Michael took it as a win. On his trek to school, he decided that he would simply pay very close attention to Alex’s body language to see when he should go away.

“Well, I’m assuming you would like it. I like it, so I hope you would. It’s called In The Mood For Love. It’s a movie from Hong Kong so it’s, like, not in English, but I bet you might like it. And if I’m talking too much or you want me to leave, don’t be afraid to kick me,” Michael said. He was absolutely hallucinating, but it seemed like Alex’s blank face was a little closer to a smile than it was a frown and wasn’t that just beautiful? “So it’s about this woman and her husband who live right next door to another couple, right, and the woman finds out her husband is cheating on her and then the man next door finds out his wife is cheating on him. Then they find out their spouses are cheating together! It’s batshit.”

Michael spent the next ten minutes explaining the plot to the movie with no expectation for Alex to jump in, just to inform. At some point, Alex began to look up at him. Not in the eye or anything, but his face was turned towards him like he didn’t want to stop. Michael didn’t even know how to respond, so he started to drag the plot of the movie out even longer. 

Eventually, though, students began to filter in and he had to stop. It was a damn shame. He was feeling awfully confident.

“Anyway, so, I don’t do it any justice. The cinematography is literally gorgeous. If you ever wanted to, like, come over and watch it, you could,” Michael offered, his body involuntarily moving forward whenever Alex looked down again, “Or-or not. I could just explain movies to you every day. I watch a lot of movies.”

Alex didn’t say anything, not like Michael was expecting him too. To take away any pressure he might’ve given, he stood up.

“You have my number. And you can still kick me whenever,” Michael promised before going to his own seat.

The class went by with him stealing glances over at Alex the entire time. It was hard not to look at him. Alex was fucking gorgeous. He had dark hair and dark eyes and wore all black which was lovely on its own, but he had the face of a fucking god which was unfair. Michael remembered being totally starstruck the first time he saw him back in middle school. It only got harder to deny with each year.

Michael sat with them at lunch again and Alex wasn’t nearly as slumped over. Win.

-

The locker slammed shut.

Michael jumped and looked over to the culprit, eyes wide as Maria just glared at him. He didn’t know why, but that glare made him feel guilty for everything wrong he’d ever done in his entire life. He wasn’t sure exactly what those wrong things were and yet, here he was, about to apologize for them.

“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but if this is some kind of joke to fuck with Alex’s feelings, you need to stop right now,” she said sharply. Michael blinked a few times in confusion, but soon understood what she was saying. He hadn’t done much. Alex hadn’t even texted him or anything, but they always got to Calc early and Michael would talk to him about whatever was on his mind and Alex would listen like he was sitting at a live podcast. Michael thought it was unbearably cute. So cute, he even loaned him his Big Eden DVD.

“I’m not trying to hurt his feelings. I like talking to him,” Michael insisted. Maria pursed his lips.

“What’s the endgame here?” she asked, “Alex is… Alex is my best friend and I’m not going to let him get hurt by some fucking guy who is forcing himself into his life who just wants to mess with him. He told me you gave him your number, what’s that about?”

Michael held his breath, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say. He didn’t want to say too much and he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. Whatever he told her, she was going to relay back to Alex. He knew that. 

“I like Alex,” Michael admitted, “I might not know him that well, but… I really want to.”

Maria narrowed her eyes at him, “You like like him?”

“Yeah.”

Maria stayed still for a while, eyeing him and judging him. He let her.

“What do you get out of this, huh? He’s not going to speak to you,” Maria said. Michael shrugged.

“Yeah, but he can text me and I can get to know him that way,” Michael said, “Look, I know you’re just being protective. I get that. But… I like him.”

Maria swallowed slowly, furrowing her eyebrows. “Why do I feel like you have an ulterior motive?”

“Because you don’t want him to get hurt,” Michael filled in, “But I won’t hurt him.”

“If you do, I will not hesitate to push you off a cliff,” she said. Michael smiled at her as sincerely as possible despite the fact that she was concerningly serious.

“Deal.”

She stared at him for a few seconds longer before pulling a Sharpie from her backpack and grabbing his arm. He watched as she scribbled a number on his skin.

“He isn’t going to text you first,” she said. Maria gave him one last look before turning and walking away. Michael could hear her badass theme music in his head.

Score.

-

Michael: Hey :)

“The smiley face was too much, I shouldn’t have added a smiley face.”

“I genuinely don’t think the smiley face has anything to do with it.”

Michael gave an appalled look to Isobel who sat on his couch while he paced back and forth. Max was passed out on the recliner, balled up around a pillow as if to make himself smaller. He’d clearly spent the night reading and was now spending his Saturday sleeping. They were now politely whispering around him about Michael’s crisis.

“So you’re saying he just doesn’t want to talk to me at all?” Michael asked.

“I’m saying that maybe he’s pacing right now in front of Maria and Liz to help him figure out how to respond,” she said, scooting forward, “I mean, you texted him at, what, 10:30 last night? He might’ve been asleep and then by the time he woke up it was hours after you sent it and now he’s not sure if he should respond.”

“Okay, that’s… valid,” Michael sighed, falling onto the couch beside her, “I’m just so nervous that he isn’t into me. Like, I’m really putting myself out there, Izzy.”

“I know,” she said, draping her arm around him, “But I’m sure he does. Or, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t seem the type to be a dick.”

“Okay, but he’s got anxiety, probably, right? So, like, what if he feels bad that I’m into him and feels obligated to go out with me because of that and we have a relationship that’s just him feeling bad for being hetero.”

“Michael, you are actually overreacting now.” 

Before Michael could say anything else, his phone buzzed on the coffee table. They both froze.

Then, like the dumbass he was, Max stirred and reached for it out of habit and put it to his ear. They both snorted.

“Hello?” he asked groggily despite the fact that it wasn’t a call and it wasn’t his phone.

“Give me that, go back to sleep,” Michael said, snatching it from his hand. Max simply hummed in response and cuddled back into his pillow. ��We need to ban him from night reading if he can’t do it responsibly.”

Isobel sighed, “I keep telling Mom that, but she won’t.”

They both gave quiet laughs which effectively took away some of the stress off this very stressful situation. Michael leaned back into the couch and into Isobel’s side as he opened the text. There it was in its shiny glory.

“Hey,” Isobel read aloud.

“Oh, God, he thinks I’m annoying,” Michael whined, dropping it.

“What? Where did you get that from? He just said hey!” 

“That’s what you say when you don’t want to talk.”

“Michael, you said hey.”

“With a smiley face! Which means: hey, smiley face, I want to talk to you, smiley face, no pressure though, smiley face.”

“...you need to stop watching whatever the hell you’re watching that is making you think like this.”

“Izzy.”

“Give me your phone,” she said, holding her hand out. Michael almost said no, but she had that no-nonsense look on her face and he learned quite young to never disobey that look. He handed over the phone.

He watched her with a horrific level of nerves as she typed away for a few seconds. When she handed it out, he looked with wide eyes to see what she sent.

Michael: this is now where I request your opinion on Big Eden 

“What if he thinks that’s mean and pressuring?” Michael asked, worry in his tone. Isobel rolled her eyes.

“He won’t. He’s got all the time in the world to answer, no stress.”

Michael sighed and tried not to look too completely terrified whenever Alex didn’t immediately respond. After about ten minutes, Isobel took the phone away and put it on the coffee table so he wouldn’t stare at it until he got a response.

“Stop looking so defeated, it’s gonna be fine,” she assured him, “I don’t even get why you’re so bad at this. You talk to girls all the time.”

“But this feels important.”

“Why?” she asked.

Michael tried to come up with a valid answer as to why it felt like a life or death situation with every encounter, but couldn’t. There was just something about this guy that felt real even if they’d never actually had a two-way conversation. Him simply sitting and listening to Michael speak in a classroom felt like a bigger, more intimate moment that getting felt up in the back of a truck in an abandoned Walgreens parking lot. He just… didn’t know how to say that out loud without sounding insane.

“I don’t know,” Michael said instead. He said it just as his phone buzzed. Michael nearly fell off the couch to grab it.

He opened it to a long, essay-worthy response from Alex. He smiled so wide it hurt.

“Oh boy, you’re a goner,” Isobel sighed. 

Michael melted into the couch to respond.

-

Michael: i saw this movie today

Alex: do you ever go a day where you DON’T see a movie?

Michael: hardly

Michael: it’s called Camp

Alex: what’s it about?

Michael: basically it’s a theatre camp and it was kinda long and kinda boring and the “main romance” was about cheating and the guy was a TOOOL but there were subplots of a boy discovering his sexuality via a gorgeous dream scene and acceptance and a girl who poisoned another girl to steal her role in a show

Alex: how’d you find it?

Michael: googled robin de jesus

Alex: who is that

Michael: WHHHHYYYY ARE YOU SO UNCULTURED 

Michael: sorry i’m passionate about my broadway babies

Alex: lol I know :) maybe I should watch it

Michael: you should

 Michael: ALEX I LISTENED TO A MUSICAL AND I THINK YOU’LL LOVE IT

Michael: I MEAN IT WAS SUPER HECKIN SAD BUT

Alex: lol what is it?

Michael: Bare: A Pop Opera

Michael: important distinction from bare the musical which is similar but I have FEELINGS about some of the changes that i refuse to talk about 

Alex: lol i believe you

Alex: go on. plot please :)

Michael: OKAY so basically it’s about two bros in love at catholic school and one is super in the closet and the other one is too scared because, you know, god. And the closet bro flirts with girls and stuff even though he’s sleeping with the guy because he wants to appear straight and basically he hooks up with a girl and then regrets it and tries to go back to his boy but the boy turns him down and the girl is pregnant and everyone finds out he’s gay and he overdoses and dies on stage and the moral is that the catholic church made him so ashamed that he’d rather be dead than deal with the weight of it all

Michael: or something like that i only listened to the soundtrack and read the lacking wikipedia page on it

Michael: the songs are fantastic

Alex: OH WAIT i looked it up, i’ve heard one of the songs before. All Grown Up is some powerful shit

Michael: ISN’T IT

Alex: okay I’m listening to the first song now. Give me roughly three hours and i’ll give you a detailed response on my opinions

Michael: no no give me live reactions. I’m a slut for live reactions.

Alex: okay. The harmonies? On motherfucking point

Michael: knew it

 Alex: MICHAEL I READ THIS BOOK

Michael: oh you did? I didn’t know you could do that

Alex: shut up

Alex: it’s called Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets Of the Universe

Michael: by fall out boy?

Alex: alright that’s it, no more commentary 

Michael: NOOOOOO come back i’m sorry

Alex: okay okay okay adlkjfal;skjdf it’s about two boys and they meet when they’re kinda young and they grow up together and one is so firmly into the other and they spend all the time together and they’re so fiercely protective of each other, but one moves away and they write letters and the one who moved away discovers he’s gay while he’s away and basically he comes back and he’s firmly out and they go back to spending all the time together and ari is like “i’m straight” and dante is like “okaly dokaly” and it takes a hate crime (which is lame) but ari’s parents have to sit him down and they’re like “okay. I hate to break this to you. But you love him” and ari is like WHAT? NO and shit and then he has his epiphany and they make out in the back of a truck under the stars in the desert

Michael: i want to make out with someone under the stars in the back of my truck in the desert

Alex: YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT

Alex: basically it’s not explicitly stated, but ari is 100% bi (i think) and i think you’ll relate to him and michael you need to read this book i’ll give it to you tomorrow

Michael: okay I’ll read it. Maybe not as fast as you, but I will

Michael: if you make out with me under the stars in the back of my truck in the desert?

Alex: bribery is a fool’s game, Guerin

 Michael: heterosexuality is for the weak and i’m hercules 

Alex: herakles*

Michael: fuck off

Alex: what’d you do that made you feel very not heterosexual 

Michael: woke up this morning

Michael: nah, but a lady my mom knows who always tells me to date her daughter told me it again today and i looked her in the eye and said “i’d rather your son” and i think i almost gave her a stroke

Alex: my hero 

 Michael: coffee after school?

Alex: you wanna hang out after school?

Michael: i want coffee and i want to talk about aristotle and dante and i talk faster than i text

Michael: the crashdown? They make the best coffee after morning time

Alex: okay :)

 Michael: i know that it’s 2 in the morning and you’re asleep but i just watched brokeback mountain again and i’m ugly crying in bed and i felt the need to tell you how free i feel. I’m here, i’m queer, and if someone has a problem with it, they might actually get charged with a hate crime for once

Michael: not that i want to get beat up to test it

Michael: i’m just free. I’m free.

Alex: ❤️️

-

“And that’s when I accidentally found myself on Mars and had a candy bar crafted by Abe Lincoln who resides there now.”

“Fun.”

Ingrid sighed, “Michael Guerin, if you do not put that damn phone down I’m taking it away.”

That one, Michael heard. He put it down on the table gently, Alex’s message still displayed on the screen. It wasn’t his fault he’d spent the last two weeks glued to it, it was 100% Alex’s. He was just far too much fun to talk to.

“Okay, tell me about the girl,” Ingrid insisted. He blinked innocently at her. She gave him that motherly look and put her fork down. “Or boy. I know you, Michael, you don’t ever spend that much time on your phone and smiling at it like it just told you how lovely your eyes are.”

Michael felt his face turn red and he focused on his vegan pad thai instead of his mother. That was much easier to face.

“It’s nothing.”

“Oh, yeah right. C’mon, spill,” she urged, childishly kicking his shin under the table. Michael smiled helplessly. 

“It’s just some guy,” he sighed, “The guy I told you about before, the one who doesn’t speak.”

“That explains the texting,” she said.

“Mom, he’s so funny. And smart. And sweet. And, Mom,” he said, looking up to her with the most serious look on the planet, “He hates Casablanca as much as I do.”

Ingrid gasped, her hand going to her chest, “Oh my god, he’s perfect.”

“I know!” Michael exclaimed, leaning back in his seat, “I just… don’t know if he’s into me or even into guys.”

“Baby, just ask,” she said. Michael scoffed.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Why not? He knows you’re bisexual, right? Well, just ask him out,” she said because apparently, it was that easy. It was never that easy. He simply shrugged. 

“I’ll think about it.”

“Mhm,” she hummed. He still gave a small smile as he went back to his meal.

The next day, he very quickly brought this conversation to Isobel whenever he saw her in the parking lot of school. Max lurked beside them, yet out of the conversation because his book was far more important than Michael’s boy problems. 

“I think you should do it,” Isobel said. Michael looked at her like she’d lost it. “You’ve been talking to him for, what, two months?”

“Three.”

“Jesus, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Rejection.”

“Well, that’s not that bad.”

“Maybe not to you!” 

Isobel rolled her eyes. While the idea of that weight on his shoulders was actually terrifying, Michael was eager to get some alone time with Alex. Even if it didn’t end the way Isobel thought. Plus, a movie felt like a good way to start the hanging out process. You know, hanging out that wasn’t coffee with Liz lurking around. So, he told him.

It took a while, but, just as the bell rang, he got his response.

Alex: sounds fun :)

Michael nearly screamed.

-

Michael tapped anxiously against the steering wheel as he waited outside the Crashdown. This was where they agreed to meet and then Michael would drop him off here and he would walk home. Michael had asked why he couldn’t just bring him home, but Alex insisted this would be easier.

That whole thing became a lot harder to think about whenever Alex came out of the Crashdown looking like a fucking God.

He was still wearing his typical black jeans, but he was now wearing a long-sleeved black t-shirt instead of a jacket and fucking eyeliner. Michael forgot how to breathe. It was infinitely harder to play it cool when Alex got into the passenger seat. Michael gave his steering wheel one final slap.

“Hey,” Michael said, turning to him. Alex gave him a little nod as he faced him too. Michael learned early on that when Alex made an effort to face him, it was on par with any other person greeting him with a hug. Alex just started a few steps more conservative than everyone else. He wondered when he would know when it was okay to actually touch him. “Okay, let’s go.”

The drive to the drive-in was short and filled with classic rock music that Alex seemed to enjoy. Whenever Michael would look over, Alex would have his head rested against the window and his eyes closed. That felt like the biggest bucket of trust if there ever was one.

Michael knew Alex very well. They texted all day and night about everything, but obviously, things were a little different in person. It helped to know that the person Alex was in text was inside the more contained version of him that everyone saw. Michael had a million questions he never asked about why he couldn’t just let him in in person if he could let him in over the phone.

They parked in the middle of the area because that had the best view of the screen. He figured they’d be watching in silence for the whole thing, so he wanted to have a good view. Not that that was a bad thing.

“Hey, just so you know, this movie is trash,” Michael said after a moment. Alex blinked at him with those big eyes and Michael smiled helplessly at them. “You ever seen it?” Alex shook his head slowly. “Well, I’d give you a run down, but we’re about to watch it.” Alex pulled out his phone and typed quickly before showing it to him.

Tell me anyway

Michael smiled even wider and got to telling him the plot of the movie. Even when the movie started, they ignored it in favor of Michael’s shitty retelling. They kept leaning closer as Michael spoke softer, trying not to be total assholes to people around them by being too loud.

“So, then they get the knock off Cyberman to babysit for them,” Michael said. Alex furrowed his eyebrows in confusion which was the most expressive face Michael had ever seen him make. He smiled wider. “Okay, I should’ve specified that he doesn’t always look like a Cyberman.” 

Then Alex smiled. For the first time, Alex smiled. And Michael couldn’t help himself.

“You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen,” he said. Alex immediately looked down and Michael mentally cursed himself. “Sorry, I just… You do.”

Michael tried not to back down from his statement. Every other time he’d stood his ground and tried, it worked for him. He was going to make this work for him. Or, he was going to accept rejection with the fact that he tried.

However, the longer Alex stayed completely still, the harder it was to not offer to immediately take him home.

“I like you, Alex,” Michael said instead, hoping that total reassurance would be helpful, “I’ve liked you since I first saw you in middle school. I’ve been trying to find ways to speak to you since then and when I realized I was running out of time, I tried. Now I’m trying again. I like you. I want… I want this to be a date. I don’t care that you can’t speak. The way we communicate now works great, so don’t feel like… don’t feel like this is bad.”

Alex stayed still for even longer. Michael started counting in his head, making a deal with himself that if he got to 100, he would just take Alex home.

He got to 97 by the time Alex looked up.

“Hi,” Michael whispered. The corner of Alex’s lips twitched up just a bit, but it was enough. Michael leaned in more. “Do you like me too?” Alex gulped visibly but nodded. Michael relaxed a bit more. “Can I kiss you?” Alex’s eyes widened just a little, but he gave another tiny nod.

Michael sucked in a breath and tried not to get himself too worked up. This was only what he’d been dreaming about since he was 13 and decided boys were hot and Alex Manes was god tier. He kept it just like 13-year-old him would have, a two-second peck without any touching other than their lips. 

“Was that okay?” Michael asked softly. Alex opened his eyes, those long lashes tickling Michael’s cheek. They stared very close for a second. And then that Alex that was saved for texting conversation came out.

Alex grabbed Michael’s jaw with one hand and put the other one on the back of his head, pulling him impossibly close and kissing him senseless. It was hard to figure out where exactly Alex had learned to do that or if it was just fucking amazing instinct, but Michael very quickly decided that wasn’t important. He let Alex take the lead, let Alex make each move first. It was unexpectedly hot.

Alex was the one who grabbed Michael’s hair with purpose. It was Alex who opened his mouth and pushed his tongue past Michael’s lips. It was Alex who moved closer. Michael wanted to ask where all this confidence came from, but he was terrified that it would stop. He never wanted it to stop.

When it eventually had to pause, Alex took a deep breath with his lips still hovering over Michael’s. It was the most unfair thing that had ever happened in his life. 

“So, I take it you’re not straight?” Michael asked. Again, Alex smiled. Again, Alex kissed him.

The movie didn’t last long enough in Michael’s opinion. He eventually had to tear himself away because Alex had a curfew and an alarm to remind him of that curfew. They eventually separated completely and Michael got a gorgeous, gorgeous view of Alex’s flushed face and swollen lips.

“I want to stare at you forever," Michael said. Alex simply rolled his eyes and pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose, effectively hiding his red cheeks and his gorgeous smile. Michael leaned over and kissed the side of his head for extra measure.

On the drive back to the Crashdown, they sat closer. Somewhere along the way, Michael grabbed his hand. Alex didn't pull away. Neither of them was quite sure what this meant, but it was something. It was only shitty whenever they got to the Crashdown and Alex's father was standing there with his arms crossed.

Alex snatched his hand away and looked like a deer caught in headlights. Michael didn't know what to say. His father was clearly not happy and Alex seemed to be all too aware of it. Michael looked over at him.

"Are you okay?' Michael asked. Alex's eyes flickered towards him once more before quickly climbing out of the truck.

Michael watched as his father grabbed him by the arm and basically dragged him to their Jeep. He waited until the door was closed to start screaming at Alex as if that would prevent anyone else from hearing it. Michael heard all too perfectly the sea of ‘what the hell is wrong with you’ and ‘answer me’ and saw Alex lean his head against the window and close his eyes. This time, the closed eyes were to shield the blows of insults.

Michael watched with a heavy heart as Alex and his dad drove away.

When he looked forward, he saw Liz’s face in the window. She mouthed an exaggerated ‘I’m sorry’ to him. Michael just sighed and put his head against the steering wheel.

That’s one way to end an otherwise fantastic date.

-

Michael: i didn’t get you in trouble, did i?

Alex: nothing is your fault, i promise

Alex: my dad just kinda sucks.

Michael: but you still have your phone, so it’s not the worst?

Alex: I had fun with you tonight.

Michael: me too :)

Michael: can i ask you a question?

Michael: you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to

Alex: ok

Michael: i heard your dad yelling at you… do you speak to anyone at all ever?

Alex: liz and maria sometimes when we’re completely alone

Michael: ah

Alex: it’s a comfort thing

Michael: you’re not comfortable with me?

Michael: (sorry if that sounds mean i’m just curious)

Alex: i AM comfortable with you, but it’s more complicated than that. My brain doesn’t really listen to me. No matter how much i want to, it’s not gonna happen unless my brain decides that theres 100% no threat

Alex: i’m sorry i can’t speak to you

Michael: no worries, i think it works just fine like this :)

Alex: ❤️️

Michael: you wanna talk about your dad?

Alex: literally why would i ever want to do that

Michael: because talking about your feelings is important and shit

Alex: oh how comforting you sound

Michael: :)

Alex: my dad is a dick, what more can i say?

Michael: does he know that if he didn’t yell at you, you might one day become comfortable enough to speak to him?

Alex: he doesn’t actually care

Alex: he assumes that whatever is wrong with me is my mother’s fault and he’s still pissed at her for leaving him

Michael: why didn’t she take you with her?

Alex: idk

Michael: i’m sorry

Alex: stop apologizing

Michael: i willllllll

Alex: youuuu kissed me

Michael: i did and you kissed me back

Michael: so… what does that make us?

Alex: people who made out at a drive-in

Michael: that’s it?

Alex: is there something else?

Michael: Boyfriends.

Alex: ooh becoming official over the phone? Romantic

Michael: BE THAT WAY THEN

Alex: Wait noooooo come back

Alex: i want a boyfriend

Michael: I can go ask Max, i think he could be into it

Alex: :(

Michael: fiiiiine i’ll go ask myself, i’m sure i’ll be into it

Michael: update: i am, we’re boyfriends now

Alex: :)

-

“Hey, Mom, can someone give consent if they don’t speak?”

“What the hell did you do?”

Michael rolled his eyes as he sat at the barstool. Ingrid had turned away from the pan on the stove to look at him a no-nonsense look on her face. He just flashed a big smile.

“Nothing, that’s why I asked,” he said. She let out a heavy breath and placed her hand over her heart.

“Don’t scare me like that,” she told him. He twisted in the barstool a little.

He and Alex had been successfully going out for nearly a month now. Graduation was coming up, he was set to go to UNM, Alex had a job lined up with one of his mom’s friends in that area, and life was just really fucking good. He was proud of himself for even getting that far in anything. To think he was just a fucking problem child for so long.

“Well, it is a serious question,” Michael said, “Like, can someone give consent if they don’t speak?”

“It’s very adult of you to come to me about this,” she told him, moving the pot off the stove to come closer. He smiled and shrugged.

Really it was because he didn’t know what else to do. That wasn’t exactly something he could Google, he couldn’t ask any of Alex’s friends, and he was scared to even talk to Alex about it in fear that he might take it the wrong way. That left his mom.

The last few times they’d hung out, it’d gotten pretty hot and heavy and Michael had to stop. It was really fucking hard, but he did it and Alex never seemed to have any offended or thankful opinion on the matter. He was still just flirtatious as fuck over the phone and shy in person until their eyes were closed.

“Does Alex know that you’re asking me about this?” his mom asked. Michael pursed his lips and shook his head.

“No, but I felt it was better to be prepared.”

“Well, listen, it’s hard for me to give advice in this situation because I’m biased. You’re my baby and my heart wants me to tell you absolutely not and give you a chastity belt,” she said, reaching over to pat his hair. He rolled his eyes again. “But you really just have to ask him. His lack of speaking doesn’t make him any less of an 18-year-old. He’s a very smart boy from what I understand, he can make that decision on his own.”

“Okay, but it’s a comfort thing, so, if he still can’t speak to me, then it means he’s not 100% comfortable with me, right? So what if he feels like I’m pressuring him? Because I don’t want to do that,” Michael explained. Ingrid smiled and sighed, her shoulders dropping. She looked proud of him. That was a lot to take.

“If you’re unsure, then just wait. There’s no rush,” she promised him.

Michael nodded. No rush. 

-

“Cheers!”

“That better not be alcohol!”

“Papi, it’s not!”

The small group in the back of the Crashdown laughed at the father and daughter interaction, all except Liz who rolled her eyes at the accusation.

“He served us, you’d think he’d know it’s not alcohol,” she grumbled, earning another round of chuckling. 

Michael looked over to Alex and gave him an extra clink to his glass. They were now officially no longer high school students. Three hours before, they’d walked the stage and got their diplomas (all except Alex who opted out of walking like the lucky bastard he was). It was just too surreal.

“I gotta hand it to you,” Maria said, tipping her head in Michael’s direction. Liz and Max were wrapped up in a conversation and Isobel had Alex wrapped up in a vine compilation, leaving them basically alone in their exchange. “I really thought I was gonna kick your ass.”

“I told you I had no intention to hurt him,” Michael insisted. Maria smiled and took a sip of her drink.

“I’m glad you didn’t. He’s happy,” Maria said. Alex looked up at that moment with eyes that said ‘I can hear you’. They both just stuck their tongues out at him. It reminded Michael of when Alex had insisted that he and Maria were far too similar to tolerate in the same room at the same time.

Still, Michael threw his arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Aw, and to think this is all my doing,” Isobel cooed.

“Your doing? I’m the one who gave Michael his number,” Maria pointed out.

“Excuse you both, I’m the one who pined for years and eventually grew a pair, so my doing,” Michael insisted. Alex turned his face into Michael’s shoulder before a smile became apparent. Michael squeezed his hand beneath the table.

Eventually, it got late and they could only party on a Wednesday night in the back of Liz’s dad’s restaurant for so long. Liz and Maria went upstairs, Max and Isobel went to drive home, and that left Michael and Alex. Technically, Alex was supposed to walk home. Although he was 18, his dad was still a tyrant and he needed to stay in his good graces until they could finally go to Albuquerque and get away from him.

However, Michael had one last idea.

“Hey,” he said, “Wanna go make out in the desert in the bed of my truck finally?”

Alex grinned so wide it all but relit the sun.

Michael had driven out to the desert many times in his life, so he knew exactly where to go. He wouldn’t lie, he was feeling a bit giddy about the whole thing. Well, about life in general. He was finally going to make something of himself and he had a fucking high school sweetheart like a total loser and he couldn’t feel better about it.

“I’m so fucking excited, Alex,” he vented as they drove, Alex tucked into his side, “Life’s gonna be great up there. We’re gonna thrive.” Alex pressed a kiss to his jaw. “And, on break and shit, if you wanna come back down and stay with me, Mom won’t care. She loves you. Or if you wanna go to school ever, you could. You can do anything, seriously, this is gonna be great. God, we’re fucking adults!”

Michael pulled to a stop only a few yards away from the turquoise mines. This was his favorite fucking place. No one ever came out there which meant there was no chance of anyone catching him and Alex. And, if they did, who cared?

They both climbed into the back of the truck and basically laughed their way into each other’s embrace. Their lips met for the first time that day and Michael pulled him close, smiling helplessly. This was the beginning of their whole lives. 

“I’m so happy I talked to you,” Michael whispered somewhere in between kisses. Alex was beneath him with his hands cradling his face and his legs making room for him to lay between. “I’m so happy I met you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Alex huffed a laugh and shook his head, pulling him down for a kiss. He knew Alex didn’t actually believe that, but it didn’t stop him from telling him. He’d spilled basically his entire life story to Alex and Alex had spilled his. They both knew everything about each other. It was easily the most legit relationship Michael had ever been in. No wonder it was the one he was going to college with.

As the night dragged on, things began to feel a little more real. The kisses got slower and it was harder to think about anything other than Alex Manes and the way it felt to kiss him. Alex continuously pulled them closer, squeezing Michael’s hips with thighs and letting his hands roam. It wasn’t until his hands started to mess with the belt holding up Michael’s admittedly very expensive slacks that he pulled away.

“Do you wanna?” he asked softly, opening his eyes to see Alex’s head nod. Instead, Alex’s lips parted.

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice a little hoarse and very quiet. His eyes didn’t open, happily staying in his bubble of this moment. Michael didn’t pop it. 

He kissed him again and got to removing his shirt, trying not to show how giddy he was at hearing that voice and knowing he’d been granted access to something so fucking sacred. He wondered if this was a one-time thing or if they’d shattered into a new level of comfort. Whichever it may be, it made Michael even more excited for their future.

This really was everything.

[thekitteninlove]

Part 3 is turning out to be longer than i expected it to be, so i'll split it in two. Dean will punish his gf for doing something naughty to him in public by teasing her mercilessly and putting her in a leash.

Characters: Dean Tweedle x OC, Dalim (he makes an appearance, but this won't be a threesome!)

Rating: R 16+ (there are no explicit sex scenes in this part, but it's a bit kinky, so... this is the rating i'd give. the next part will definitely be R 18 +)

Title: Teacher's pet, part 3.1

We’ve been dating for a month now, but we went only on a few dates until now. Actually, it’s been a while, maybe a week, since our last date. I didn’t ask him why. I figured he was busy, but… he really didn’t have time for even a little date last week? What if… I did something wrong? What if he doesn’t like me anymore? Did I disappoint him? I tend to worry too much and overthink everything, so maybe he really is that busy. I would ask him out, but I don’t want to bother him. Maybe he needs his free time to rest. I don’t want to stress him more than he already is and be a burden for him. I’d go and talk to him, but there’s nothing in particular I want to talk about. I sighed. I wish we could spend more time together and talk more. Doesn’t he want to talk to me? Ugh, stop overthinking it.

I was watching Dean give a lecture on the history of Cradle and noting down the important parts. I liked to hear him talk. He could talk about anything and I would listen. I prefer to just listen. Now he was asking for someone to come show him where the revolution from 163 years ago took place. I raised my hand, so he asked me to come to the front of the class. I want to impress my lover. I got up from my chair and began to walk towards him. I first need to get the pointer from him. Although, if you ask me, it looks more like a sex toy than I pointer, but I’m not going to tell him that. I was reaching out towards it when I tripped over something and fell down. Damn, i can be so clumsy sometimes. When I fell I automatically tried to grab on to something and my hand was still there. I heard some of my classmates say ‘ooh’. Wait, don’t tell me I… oh no, I accidentally put my hand on his crotch. Fuck! I heard a sigh from above. I gathered my courage and looked up at him. He was frowning at me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said in a stern voice “Touching me like this in front of so many people… you’re so shameless” He smacked my hand away with his ‘pointer’.

Whoops. I felt myself blush as I got up. I still need to do what I was asked to do, so I took the pointer from him and showed where the revolution occurred.

“Good, but you still need to come to my office after classes to get your punishment, you clumsy girl” he said and then added “Also, watch your step on your way back. I don’t want you to ‘accidentally’ touch another student’s private parts”

Oof, so much for impressing him. The way he said that makes it sound like I purposefully did that. This is certainly not what I intended to do. I wonder what kind of punishment he’ll give me. I just need to wait and see. When I got back to my desk my friend whispered “Wow, you’re so assertive, shamelessly flirting with him in front of the class”

“I didn’t do it intentionally” Dammit, why do they think I did it on purpose!?

“Uh-huh”

Ugh, she’s so skeptical. I didn’t mean to touch it. It was a mistake. But I guess this means that I’ll get to spend more time with him, so it’s not so bad.

After classes, I went to Dean’s office. There he was waiting for me at his desk.

“I’ve been thinking about what punishment I should give you and I found just the right one.” He wore that smile he usually had when punishing people. It made me tense. He opened his drawer and took out something from it. Is that… a vibrator? “Put this on. It can be controlled remotely, so I will tease you mercilessly with it”

Huh? So this is my punishment? I was worried for nothing. I think I’m getting used to his teasing, so I should be fine. Some teasing won’t scare me. However, after I put it on he said something unexpected.

“Well, then, let’s go on a date. It’s been a while since we last had one” Although he was annoyed at me a few hours ago, when I did that mistake, now he seemed to be in a good mood. I guess it’s because he likes punishing people. “I’ll kill two birds with one stone and punish you during our date”

“Wait, what!? I thought you were going to tease me here, not in front of other people” I’m starting to worry. What if… I’ll embarrass myself in front of them?

He frowned at me. “You can’t refuse your punishment. This is what you get for doing perverted things to me in front of the whole class. You know I’m not particularly fond of PDA.”

“But, i…” I tried to protest, but he cut me off

“No buts” he said as he went to the drawer and took out a collar and a leash. “I’ll drag you outside if I have to.” He said as he put the collar around my neck, then he pulled me towards the door with the leash. “You need to accept your punishment”

“W-wait, the other teachers… they might misunderstand. I know you care about your reputation, don’t you?”

“Oh, if they do that I can just threat-, no, I mean convince them that I’m an excellent teacher that does nothing wrong” he said in a calm voice

Threaten!? I’m pretty sure he meant to say that he’d threaten them. I didn’t expect this from him. At first, I thought he was the perfect teacher, then I found out that he also tended to be mischievous sometimes and now I discover that… that he can be a bit dangerous too!

He put the remote controller in his pocket, gripped the leash and dragged me out the door with him. He walked down the corridor with me in a leash as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Thank goodness I only saw a few people until we reached the exit. The students either went home or were in the middle of a lecture. “Uh… you don’t have to keep me on a leash, I won’t run away” I was trying to get him to take this off of me. I didn’t want to be seen by someone I know like this.

He stopped and pulled me closer to him by the leash. “You seemed to be a model student, but it looks like you still need to be disciplined” He said smiling. “You’re being unexpectedly naughty and I need to tame you, my pet. So, no, I won’t take it off.”

Now that I think about it, being put in a leash and manhandled by Dean is actually… turning me on, but that’s because I know this is just role play. I pretend to be the pet and he pretends to be my master, but in reality we’re equals.

“How about we go to that playboy’s tavern? I don’t like him, but as much as I hate to admit this, the food over there is to my taste.” He suggested

“Alright” I was fine with going anywhere as long as I was with him and it seemed like staying inside, where there are no people wasn’t on the list of choices. I just hope we won’t meet anyone I know.

“Good, I’ll get to tease you to my hearts content. I have a feeling this date will be really fun” he said as his hand reached into his pocket and used the remote controller to turn on the vibrator.

Oh, no, this is bad. I felt it start to vibrate. He’ll tease me like this all day long. I just hope I’ll hold out. He kept turning it on and off and glancing at me to see how I was reacting to his teasing until we arrived at the pub. He seemed to be enjoying himself, whereas I had to pretend that what he was doing to me wasn’t making me want to moan with delight. Some people gave me some strange looks because I was trying, but sometimes failing to stifle the moans. It was hard to come up with excuses as to why I was making those strange sounds. Dean was pretending that he didn’t know what was going on. Dammit.

We were welcomed by Dum, who seemed shocked to see Dean dragging me by the leash.

“Oh, no, you poor girl. What has this brute done to you?” he asked while frowning at Dean

It was so embarrassing to be seen like this by someone I knew. I’m pretty sure my cheeks were red.

“This is her punishment for doing dirty things to me in front of other people.” Dean answered in my stead

Wait, no, he’ll misunderstand. Before I had the chance to explain myself, Dum said “Dirty things?” he smirked at me. “I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl. What did you do, princess?”

“I… I just tripped and accidentally touched his, uh… private parts”

“Accidentally, huh?” He came closer to me and tipped up my head with his fingers “Will you also accidentally touch mine too?”

“What?”

“You can go on ahead and do that. I won’t punish you like this sadistic brute did.”

I saw Dean grab him by the collar and drag him away from me. “Don’t put your filthy hands on her, you scumbag. She’s mine” He looked irritated

Huh? Is he… jealous? Knowing that he wants me all to himself fills me with joy. This means he really loves me.

Dum looked surprised, which was to be expected since we didn’t tell anyone, except my best friend, about our relationship. “Yours!? Since when…?” He turned his gaze towards me “Princess, did he threaten you to be his?” He looked like he was trying to comprehend the situation

“No, it wasn’t like that at all.” I said trying to clear the misunderstanding. I knew they didn’t get along well, so they saw each other in a very bad light. “I love him, so… this is what I wanted”

“You wanted to be put in a leash?” Dum asked me. He was probably trying to tease me, like always.

“No, I meant I wanted to go on a date.”

“With this demon? Princess, if you want to go on a date with someone, then I’d be a much better choice”

“No, you definitely aren’t.” Dean said. “You’re a playboy who likes to play with girls’ hearts, so they always get hurt in the end. I’m a much better choice than a loser like you”

“I’d never put her in a leash. I’d treat her like a princess”

If I don’t do something they’ll continue to fight for who knows how much longer. “Hey, stop fighting. He did this to punish me for a mistake I did. I’m fine with it. Dean, let’s order something and go sit at a table.”

“Oh, right. We shouldn’t waste our time with this boorish man.” He turned towards me and said “You can order whatever you want, I’ll pay for it”

“Thanks, Dean”

After we placed our orders we went to sit at a table. The people around us were giving us strange looks. Probably because he was holding my leash.

To be continued. The next part is coming out soon.