#and like. my friends had timetables n shit and i

[cryptidghostgirl]

Make You Wish Chapter Two -- Where Is She

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: really super mild versions of cannon violence.

Word count: 2,072

Previous Part: Make You Wish Chapter One -- Seven Years

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A/N I accidentally posted this before I was ready tooo ahhhh!!! it's fine. Everything was already written I just had to format it properly and stuff.

Alastor had been at the Hazbin Hotel for only a few days and was already enjoying his time there greatly. It was an entertaining place, to say the least, and now that he had his feet under him, he was intent on making it even more so.

Charlie was pacing around the sitting room, stressed beyond belief. She had gone to speak to Adam the previous day to try and get his support for her plan, only to wind up with the news that the next extermination was coming in six moths, rather than the usual twelve. Alastor watched her duress in amusement as he sauntered into the hotel lobby, side stepping Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie to take a seat at the bar.

"It's nothing we can't handle," Charlie was explaining, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else in the room, "just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie got to her feet, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and stopping her from her relentless pacing.

"Yes, we will." she confirmed.

"Oh please," Angel cut in from the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, "ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...? Ain' no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is." Charlie turned to him, "We just have to look a little harder for it."

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts."

Angel turned his phone to Charlie, showing all the news headlines of terror he'd pulled up.

"People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

He scrolled down to a video of a burning town just as a text notification popped up.

"Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie asked in confusion, having read the text.

"Ah, heh, nothing." Angel pulled the phone from her line of sigh, trying to come up with a quick lie, "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah, that is true." Vaggie hummed thoughtfully, a hand to her chin, "Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?"

"Speaking of sinners," Alastor said, drawing the attention in the room to him as he turned towards Husk who was busying cleaning glasses, "I think it's time I look up my old partner in crime."

"And what do I have to do with that?" the cat demon gruffly replied, not sparing Alastor a glance.

"Your partner in crime?" Charlie asked, taking a step towards the bar, "I always thought you... you know, worked alone?"

Alastor's grin widened.

"Oh never you mind, dear." he replied, throwing her a glance over his shoulder, "Just a lost soul I'm acquainted with is all."

"Yeah. You've been trying to get her to sell you that soul for what, the past seventy years is it now?" Husk scoffed.

Alastor's eye twitched slightly at the implication of his failure.

"If I wanted it, I would have it." he hummed threateningly, and Husk backed down.

"That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, "So she's a friend of yours? Do you think she'd help with the hotel? Oh! Or maybe that she'd want to be a guest?!"

"Charlie-" Vaggie began but Alastor quickly cut her off.

"I don't see a harm in asking." he cheerily replied.

"And you know her, Husk?" Charlie asked.

He looked up as he placed a clean glass on the shelf, shooting Alastor a glance before nodding.

"Do you think she'd be a good fit?"

He sighed, crossing his arms as Husk turned to face Charlie fully.

"She's a sweetheart, I think you'd get along well." he admitted, "But she's trouble, just like him."

Husk gestured towards Alastor and Charlie's smile widened.

"Well, with all Alastor has done for us so far, I think we could probably use more trouble like him."

"Oh you flatter me." Alastor waved her off, looking away in a false show of humility.

"No really." Charlie insisted, "You-"

"Show yourself, Alastor!" a dramatic call cut Charlie off mid thought.

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"Um. Alastor?" Charlie hesitantly began, peeking out from behind his shoulder as she watched the havoc he was wreaking on the snake shaped sinner, "I think he's had enough."

Alastor cackled joyfully, not even watching as his shadows destroyed the air ship.

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im." Angle disagreed, enjoying the show immensly.

The shadows tilted the ship forward, dropping Sir Pentious out through the broken windshield. He hit the ground with a thud, right before Alastor's feet. Stopping in his fit of laughter, he looked down at the man, spinning his microphone like a baton.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." he teased as one of the egg creatures fell from the ship, splattering on the ground beside Charlie who took a step away.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious began, his voice pained as he raised his head slowly, "for letting your guard down!"

Almost before Alastor could register what was happening, the snake had grabbed onto his coat with his tail and torn a piece from its hem. Alastor took a menacing step forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh shit." Pentious' triumphant laughter died out.

Slowly, Alastor sprouted a pair of shadowy horns. With a snap of his finger, the ground under the snake detonated, throwing him up into the air and far away from the hotel with a scream. He watched as Pentious flew away, retracting his horns and standing with a hand behind his back. Once the snake was out of sight, he at last turned to Charlie and Angel, as well as Husk and Vaggie who had come out to join them.

"Well, it looks as thought I need a visit to the tailor." he hummed, "Husk?"

"Yeah?" Husk grunted.

"Where did you say she was again?"

"I didn't."

Husk crossed his arms defensively and Alastor took a step towards him, his smile a little smaller than normal. There was an odd air between the two of them, a tension every one present could feel biting into their skins.

"Whats that?" Alastor asked lowly, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Husk sighed.

"Last I heard she was working for some imp in Pentagram City." Husk reluctantly admitted, looking away, "As an assassin or something, I don't know the details."

"An imp, you say." Alastor thoughtfully replied, his expression unreadable.

"Look, Alastor." Husk turned back to his master, "Don't fuck this up for her. She seemed pretty happy last time I saw her. You disappearing like that wrecked the poor girl."

"Just means she'll be all the more happy to see me."

Alastor turned, beginning to walk away. At the sound of Husk speaking again, he paused, keeping his back to the quartet.

"Alastor, ju-"

Alastor turned his head, shooting Husk a critical look over his shoulder. It shut the cat demon up almost immedeatly.

"Best of luck, chums!"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie exclaimed, taking a step forward.

Irritation prickling beneath his skin, Alastor turned back to them once again. It had been seven years, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. Sure, he'd had time in Hell on his own, nearly twenty years of it. He didn't need her per-say, she just made things more interesting, more enjoyable. It just felt odd for them to be parted.

Sure, when they had first met, he had thought she was just an easy steal of a soul. Young, naive, frankly undeserving in his opinion of eternal damnation. But smart, smarter than she looked. Y/n had refused any and all deals with the man and so, he had taken it as a challenge. What had begun as a game: Alastor trying to gain ownership of Y/n's soul ended up as an after-life long friendship.

Alastor would never admit it to anyone but, in his absence, he had even missed Y/n the smallest bit. She kept things interesting, he told himself, that was all. Always causing discreet mischief, always quick with a joke. A true pleasure to have on the show, as he always used to say.

"Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." Vaggie continued.

"We need a wall." Angel finished for her, gesturing to the portion of the hotel Sir Pentious had destroyed in his attack.

"Of course." Alastor replied, keeping an irritated remark at bay, "Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?"

With a snap of his fingers, minions made of shadows pulled themselves from the ground at his feet. So as not to give anyone another chance to stall him further, he quickly turned on his heel and walked off.

Alastor was a man of image, he kept his pace slow and firm. Couldn't have any of them getting any ideas in their heads about the nature of his relationship with Y/n. That had always been trouble in the old days. The minute people saw the pair together, they started assuming things. He had already decided he was going to be more careful about that this time around and this was the first step.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed into the city's center, an odd anticipation fluttering in his chest. Alastor pushed it to the side. It was simply the thrill of being back in his old stomping ground that was to blame. It didn't matter he'd already been back a few days and it should have worn off by now, he should just feel lucky to still be so entertained by this place he'd known longer than he'd even been alive. Right?

----

Y/n was sitting at Blitzo's desk, reading through paperwork he had neglected to fill out or file correctly. It wasn't like any one in Hell really payed their taxes, but the mess still stressed her out. She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes in irritation. She had never had to do this type of work before, not since she'd been alive anyways. How the times had changed.

Noise of Blitzo and Moxxie fighting filtered in through the closed door. It wasn't anything special, anything new. The pair were always at one another's throats, she wasn't worried. What would be worrying, was if things were quiet. This was just the way life sounded now: inelegant and brazen. Nothing like it used to.

The buzzing of her phone on the desk beside her pulled Y/n from her reveries and she picked it up. The collar lay heavy around her neck as she read the message. Y/n had made some bad choices along the way, figuring out how to be on her own. She wasn't pleased with them, but it was what she had had to do. Back then, she hadn't had the need to fight for herself in over sixty years. It was the only thing she could think to do.

She double tapped the text, marking it with a thumbs up before shutting her phone off and leaning her head down on the table. There was no point in wishing for things to be different than they were but, it was just that time of year and the text had pushed her over the edge. A few stray tears trickled out of her eyes.

"Goddamnit, Al." she sighed into the empty room, "Where the hell are you."

Silence pressed its hands against her ears, blurring her perception of the world around her. Y/n had a few seconds, a few nearly peaceful moments before, again, her thoughts were interrupted. This time, not by her phone but by Blitzo calling for her from the other room.

"Y/n!" he yelled and she lifted her head off the table.

"Yeah?" she called back through the closed door.

"Get your ass out here!"

"Why? A client? Can't you handle it?"

"Y/n!" he insisted again, a sense of urgency to his voice.

If this was anything less than an absolute emergency, he was never going to hear the end of it. She was not in the mood for his games today.

"Fine." she groaned and pulled herself from the chair, "I'm coming."

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Next Part -> Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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[the0doreslover]

Hi do you still do requests if so i have an odd one for you.

Ravenclaw reader has a headache and asks for a remedy from one of the Gryffindors, Fred gives her a Potion in a bottle that she drinks all of it. It's not until her second lesson that she starts feeling funny, she realized it's a combo of LSD and water so she trippin. She normally quite shy and reserved. Realising she cant concentrate she skips her lessons and stays at the tower where's she meets Theodore Nott and is giggling like a child. He finds it amusing and she confesses he situation.

chemical romance

it may of been the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping very well for the past couple of nights but you woke up with a splitting headache, causing you to wince in pain at every slight movement you made.

You had just about made it out of bed and into the great hall when you took a seat at whatever table was closest.

you ended up on the gryfindor table surrounded by some of your friends

“you look like shit” ron laughed

“thank you ron, always so sweet”

“what’s going on with you?” hermione asked genuinely curious for her friend

“my head is killing me” you explained

“freddy don’t we have something for that?” george asked his brother with a smile

“are you talking about our new and improved headache remedy” fred replied a bit to animatedly

“i’ll honestly take anything”

“anything?” they asked at the same time making you regret your statement

“don’t do it y/n you can’t trust them” harry piped in

“thanks for your concern harry but i’d literally take slugs if that got rid of this headache”

“if you want we can give you slugs as well” george smiled

“don’t test me”

after breakfast you followed the twins to their dorm and sat quietly on george’s bed while you waited for them to cure you

a few minutes later they came out with a bottle, after pouring it into a cup you were shooed out of their dorm

“so i just drink this?”

“yeah, drink you won’t know what hit you”

you were about to ask what they meant by that before you saw the door being shut in your face

“well, thank you” you shouted at the door hoping they could hear.

wasting no time you quickly gulped back the liquid and started walking to your class.

Potions, one of the most long lessons in your timetable.

you were currently trying to brew a sleeping draught with seamus finnigan while also waiting for your medicine to take effect.

once snape assessed your potion you sat back down and closed your eyes for a second

“hey y/n what are you doing after classes?” you heard seamus ask you

opening your eyes you froze at the change in scene, your vision started going fuzzy, you blinked a few times to try and fix it but instead it made it worse. Now things were breathing?

you couldn’t focus on what seamus was asking you, and instead were just trying to understand what was happening to you.

“i was wondering if you would like to hang out?” his voice echoed like a loud microphone

you looked down at your hand and watched as it left a trail as you waved it. Looking back up remembered a book you read last year on muggle-

those ginger twits gave you drugs.

luckily for you it wasn’t that high of a dose but despite that you still were finding it hard to concentrate on anything.

“so what do you say?” seamus asked again while that question rung in your mind sounding quite odd

you laughed, not on purpose, you swear

“you don’t have to? no need to laugh at me” he grumbled

you quickly shot up attracting some eyes of other students

“sir i need to leave” you said with a smile looking at a random student who looked a lot like snape.

“i’m over here miss L/n, what is the reason?”

you tried your best to locate where he said that from and quickly thought of an excuse

“i’m not feeling well!” you laugh and accidentally said to loud before giving up and quickly grabbing your things ready to shoot out the door.

snape had just about excused you, not believing your situation as you laughed in his face, once you had been allowed to go you wandered the hallways shouting insults aloud

“stupid weasleys, that’s illegal!”

“how dare they give me drugs”

“i’m going to kill them”

despite your anger you couldn’t stop yourself laughing

you shortly found yourself at the entrance of the astronomy tower.

finding no point in going to your next lesson you went up the stairs.

you found looking at the floor quite interesting to be honest, the way the tiles were moving was quite calming to you

you were still grumbling insults towards the twins when you got to the tower

“you alright?”

you jumped at the voice and quickly looked up, despite your vision being a bit off you could make out the face of the slytherin, Theodore nott.

“yeah” you laughed

“alright”

you both started at each other in awkward silence before you burst into laughter yet again

“did i say something funny?” he looked amused

“not you” you smiled

“this is the most i’ve heard you say in all the years i’ve shared classes with you”

“haha very funny” you said trying to be sarcastic but ending up laughing your ass off “i’m sorry, i really am sorry”

“no way” he said, his eyebrows raising and mouth turning up into a grin

you of course could barely make out the objects around you

“what?” you asked

“you’re on drugs!” he said and this time it was his turn to laugh

“no no no” you said trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably starting a chain of laughter between the two of you

“i cannot believe this! Y/n L/n is on dr-”

you quickly shot forward and tried to put your hand on his mouth, but ended up covering his eyes

“no one can ever know this” you whispered while he nodded

“what did you take?” he asked

“i…. don’t know?” you grinned

“you’re funny” he replied

“trust me, i’m not i’m only interesting right now because i’m on drugs… wait am i going to become a drugaholic? shit i’m a drug addict!” you panicked suddenly not finding the situation funny

he sat down leaning against the railing while you followed.

“you’re definitely in the panicking stage but don’t worry i think you have to drugs everyday to be a drug addict” he smiled “you’re fine”

you smiled back and almost forgot, you were actually talking to a slytherin!

almost forgot

“i shouldn’t be talking to you” you said turning away from him

“oh yeah? why’s that”

“you don’t like my friends” you answered

“can’t i not like you’re friends and like you?”

“it doesn’t work like that” you said looking back at him now

“why can’t we make it work?” he said softly

“you know i have barely been able to see your face this whole time” you laughed changing the subject

“why’s that?” he asked

“your blurry”

you both bursted into laughter again

“we should go somewhere else, there’s a class in here next”

“we? no i’m going to sleep this off, have fun going somewhere else” you said beginning to walk away. You felt him grab your hand, turning to face him he smiled

“for the record i always found you interesting”

he let go then walked right past you

you watched his figure go down the stairs and stood frozen for a minute

“wait theodore! i can’t go down these stairs, i could just about go up them, i’ll fall and die!”

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[t-lostinworlds]

hi lovely t!! congrats on ur lovely lil celly <3 how about “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” with stevie? i think you’d make it super cute! lots of love 🫶🏼

A/N: hi bby!! and thank u 🥺💗 i'm sorry this took a lil longer but i hope you like it @stevestummy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | dustin's a menace & dorky/shy steve has a crush <3 | prompt in bold!

"This is borderline stalking."

"It's not stalking."

"Uh, borderline, it is," Dustin continued. "No normal or sane person goes to the same café two times a day, six times a week just to get a glimpse of some girl—"

"She's not some girl!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Dustin gasped exaggeratedly, hand on his chest. "The girl you pathetically have an obvious crush on since this café opened—which would make that three weeks of stalking, by the way—and who you've been daydreaming to be your wife and the mother of your kids even though you haven't had a conversation apart from you telling her your same boring coffee order because you can't even ask her number let alone ask her out!"

"My coffee order is not boring," Steve grumbled, cheeks hot because Dustin's rant was still filled with truth…unfortunately.

All because of you.

You who made his heart race and his legs feel like jelly the first time you locked eyes. You who made his brain a jumbled mess, any coherent words lodged in his throat that he was only able to stutter out the first coffee order that came to mind—on more than one occasion that made you believe it was his usual—or else he would've made an even bigger fool of himself by simply staring at you.

Now, Steve wasn't a believer in love at first sight, but this sure did feel close enough.

"What happened to your game King Steve?"

He groaned, head thumping against the steering wheel. "Jesus, man, I get it—"

"Do you really think she's dumb enough to buy your excuses that you're just showing your friends the new café by bringing a different person, mostly kids not your age, every single time you come here?" Dustin babbled on. "You're so obvious about it already! So just ask her out!"

"What do you think I'm doing here!"

"Stalking!" Dustin argued which earned him a glare. "What? You're in your car, waiting for her to clock in because you want her to be the one to take your order instead of sitting inside like a normal person because you don't want to make it obvious that you are waiting for her only as if parking your car in front of the establishment for the past ten minutes without getting out isn't a giant red flag!"

Steve blinked. "What did I ever do to you?"

Dustin took a few deep breaths before smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry, man, I haven't eaten lunch and I can smell their croissants every time the door opens."

Steve sighed, checking his watch.

"Come on. She should be here any minute now."

He internally cringed.

Maybe it did seem like he was stalking you when he even knew when you usually clocked in at certain times of the week.

In his defense, he'd been here plenty of times and it took some trial and error. Once he figured out roughly what your schedule was, it simply became a routine. He didn't go out of his way to steal your timetable and memorized it like some serial killer.

"Yeah, that's not creepy," Dustin grimaced. "Not creepy at all."

"I'll buy you anything you want if you don't embarrass me once we're inside," Steve gritted as he got out of the car. "If not, you're paying for yourself."

Dustin grinned toothily. "Deal."

•••

Steve's fingers were tapping on the wooden countertop as his eyes flickered between the menu and the 'employees only' door.

Your co-worker was behind the counter but didn't make an effort to go over to where they sat on the stools, much to Dustin's dismay. It was almost as if she knew that Steve wanted it to be you who'd take his order. 

His face warmed at the thought.

One that was definitely proven right when she shot him a knowing wink as she disappeared into the back and announced the end of her shift, his palms sweating as he watched the closed door in anticipation

Steve's heart jumped out of his chest and landed on the palm of your hand when you walked in.

Your eyes immediately found his, your irises twinkling and oh so fucking beautiful, smile sweet and warm that turned his brain to mush and all he could think about was: pretty pretty pretty.

Steve struggled to pick his jaw off the floor as he tried to return your grin without looking too much like a lovesick fool.

He knew he failed miserably at that.

Painfully and so downright obvious when he gawked at you, adoration filling his bones at the way you listened attentively to Dustin as he listed all the pastries he wanted to try like they were free—well, Steve supposed since he offered to pay for it all, it kind of was.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted cheerily, beaming. "The usual?"

"H-Hi! and yeah–yes…please," he said, smiling timidly, cheeks flushed, heart skipping when you giggled. It took Dustin kicking his foot to stop him from staring at you for a couple of minutes more. Gathering his sanity, his courage, his breath, his everything, he cleared his throat, "So, uh, do you wanna—uhm…burger? Maybe fries? Milkshakes too!"

"Steve, we don't serve those here," you chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in your eyes, tone teasing. "I thought you knew that already? Being a regular and all."

"No, no, no, it's uh, I meant—" Steve took a deep breath, and he swore he was having a fever because of how hot his body felt. "Wanna, like—I mean, if you’re not busy…We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?"

"Well, I think I've had enough of coffee," you said, face scrunching in the most adorable of ways as you waved around you, the smell of freshly roasted beans strong in the air. "And it's way past lunch already."

Steve's heart fell into his stomach.

"Oh."

This was it. You were letting him down gently. You probably realized just how fucking creepy he'd been acting coming here all the time and—

"How about dinner this Friday night?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, his face burning red. He saw Dustin bury his face in his hands, muttering about how painful this was to watch. Steve ignored him as he turned back to you. "I mean, yeah, I'm free Friday…any time—for you, yeah."

"Cool," you giggled, and Steve swore if he'd hear that angelic sound one more time, he was going to ask you to marry him. You scribbled something on your notepad, your smile shy yet bright as you ripped the paper and handed it to him. "Here's my number. You can pick me up at seven."

"O-Okay," he choked out, cheeks hot and hurting as his grin grew wider. "I will."

Then, you leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek and Steve swore his heart stopped beating, brown eyes wide, jaw hanging, awestruck and dazed as you took his breath away. 

"It's a date," you whispered, fingers resting under his chin to close his mouth, winking before you made your way toward the door. He tried to fight off his frown when he immediately missed your touch, craving more. "I'll be back. I promised Dustin over here to get him one of the freshly baked croissants in the oven."

"Thanks, Y/N!" Dustin chuckled, waving excitedly.

"Fucking slap me," Steve breathed out once you were out of earshot, flinching when a palm hit the back of his head. He glared at his friend. "It was rhetorical!"

"I can't believe that worked," Dustin groaned. "That was so fucking bad."

Steve rolled his eyes, grinning smugly as he waved the paper you gave him. "I still got her number, didn't I?

"Technically, she gave it to you, idiot. You didn't do shit but ask for burgers and fries in a place that serves coffee and pastries. You've got nothing to be smug about."

Steve couldn't even find himself to be embarrassed about it. He was too high on life, his cheek still tingling from where your lips had touched his skin, your sweet scent still lingering in the air that nothing could ever bring him back down.

"I'm still getting the girl."

"Yeah, with your serial killer stalker strategy"

"Shut up."

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[writersblog20]

Festival of love

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When some unfortunate things happen at the festival, the most fortunate things would it become. Maybe home was truly a magical place if only you would look closer.

Warnings: feeling of loneliness, depression if you look very close, insecurities, alcohol and anxiety

Words: 6,2K

A/N: I’m really not too happy with this but also didn’t want to throw it away. Besides, this is kind of my way of telling my experience with the festival.

Festival of love

Finally it was time for the festival that you worked so hard for. It was your second year and you were beyond excited but also stressed. You were a photographer, designer and content creator for security and more. Anyways, you were walking over the place, photographing all the volunteers who were building the festival. After shooting some couple of pictures you walked back to your working place.

You opened the door and your boss looked at you. “Hey, got some good pictures?” he asked you. “Yeah I think so.” You told him, making him nod. “Hey, take a look at this. What do you think?” he asked you as you took a seat next to him. It was the timetable. You took a good look at it. “I think it looks nice but you made a mistake with the time.” You pointed out and he frowned, looking closely. “Oh shit, you’re right. Thanks!” he told you and you smiled, knowing that he was on the verge of sending the timetable to the presser.

You opened your laptop and checked your phone. You stared at your background with a soft smile. It was a picture of you and Chris together. You were good friends but always had a soft spot for the man that developed into a crush. Besides, you were almost positive that Chris didn’t liked you that way.

“You miss him?” You heard your boss say all of a sudden. “What?” you looked up and he hinted towards your phone. “Oh… eh yeah, I do.” He gave you a soft smile and nodded. Chris was in America while you were in your home country so with the different time zones it was hard to get contact. Besides you were on a lot of pressure.

Chris did sent you a message saying that he missed you. Like I said, you were great friends and saw each other at least once a week but now you haven’t seen each other in 5 weeks or so and right now you were living on the festival terrain. You didn’t live far from here but you would wake up early, go back to the property and would leave around midnight and that for over a week now and it would only get rougher since the festival was only 1 day away.

Your phone went off and saw that Chris was the sexiest man alive 2022. You smiled bright, unable to hide it and texted him. “How did you not tell me about being the sexiest man alive!” you sent him the text when the door flung open from the shack (yes you all had to improvise in some sort of office.) “Y/N, the screens are here. Maybe if you have time, we can take a look at how your slides are.” The boss of security asked you. “Yeah sure!” you told him and stood up. “Good luck, see you later!” Deck, your boss told you. He knew you were nervous about the slides because everything already went wrong that could go wrong and was now 517 slides further.

You walked over terrain while chatting with Dean, from security. You got your notepad just in case. They lit up the screen and you immediately smiled when you saw your design that thousands of thousands of people will see in a couple of days. “Looks great!” you told them relieved, seeing that everything was working right. They nodded and you chatted a bit. “I should go back to work now.” you told them, ready to go back. “No, wait!” you turned back to them with a frown. They chuckled awkwardly. “Ehhh, can you check something for us out? Just to see how it looks. We can use some advice.” They stuttered and that was the moment that you were suspecting that something was going on.

“Why?” you asked them, trying to figure out what was going on. “Because you are a designer.” You looked back to your working place and sighed. “Okay, yeah sure.” They smiled and walked back with you to their trailer.

You looked at what they wanted you to see and gave them advice. “So can I go back to work now?” you asked them and they nodded. You still gave them a look of suspicion. “Let us take you back in the gator.” You nodded with a smile. It was always a fun time, racing through the festival terrain with the gator. You hoped in the back and they raced you back to your shack. It started to get dark which meant that, soon everyone had to stop. Well at least with building. You still had to do some work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You haven’t looked this tired in a long time. You felt yourself grow exhausted but you couldn’t stop. You ignored it and kept going, walking back to your office. You didn’t see Deck anywhere and the lights were out. You were confused because there was so much more to do, he couldn’t just leave now,  and if he did, you were certain that he would let you know at least.

You decided to let it go, placed your headphones on and started working on the things that needed to be done for tomorrow.

You were so lost in time that you had no clue how late it was until somebody knocked on your window. You looked up and saw Mo with a smile and a beer in his hands. “How long you’re going to stay in there?” he asked, making you chuckle. “Almost done.” You told him and he nodded. “Brought you a coke.” He told you and you signaled that he could come in. He opened the door and took a seat next to you, his feet up on the other chair as he placed the coke next to you. “Thank you.” you told him with a smile.

“You’re welcome. What are making anyway?”  he asked you. “Just some name passes but I’m almost done.” He nodded. “I’ll let you get back to it.” he told you and ruffled your hair before walking out.

You were working for at least an hour and was finally done when your phone beeped. You saw that it was a text from Chris. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t told you but you could’ve guessed right? ; )” you chuckled “How are you holding up?” he asked you. “exciting but very stressing .Just finished up the last things for tomorrow” You texted back “But it’s 10 in the evening there right?”  “Yeah… but it needed to be done. I’m really tired right now.” you send him a picture from your office. “Hang in there princess, I’m so so incredibly proud of you sweetheart.” Your heart filled with love.

You got up and packed your stuff and placed them away safely, putting the key in your pocket and got out to get a beer and unwind. When you got a beer you saw that a lot of people were looking at you and whispering something. You frowned and felt the anxiety shoot up.

You quickly walked outside and saw Mo and a couple of other friends and sat down but even there, there were people who were looking at you. “What’s going on? Why are people looking at me?” you questioned worried. “Nobody is looking at you, what are you talking about?” Mo asked. You looked around again but this time they didn’t look. “Nothing, never mind.” You told him and tried to blend in with the background. You were staring until you felt a hand on your shoulder which scared you.

“I’m sorry. Can you walk with me for a second?” Deck asked you. Now you became really, really worried. When you stood up you saw people looking at you. If there was something to happen, which was. Then you knew that they knew. The gossip went like a wild fire over here. You looked at Mo and he just had a grin. You shook your head and looked confused while you walked with Deck.

“Deck…. I’m getting worried. Is everything okay?” You asked him and he saw the panic and anxiety in your eyes. “Yeah, yeah don’t worry! Just want you to meet somebody.” He told you and you were still confused but at least the panic disappeared a little. Deck walked you outside but you didn’t see anyone.

You turned around to Deck with a puzzling look on your face. “Deck.. I don’t understand and I’m starting to freak out. Just please tell me what’s going on. People were looking at me inside and.” You couldn’t finish your sentence, clearly in a bit of a panic until you heard a familiar voice behind you and Deck just smiled at you. “Don’t panic sweetheart, it’s just me princess.” You quickly turned around to look in the comforting blue eyes from the man that you missed so much.

“Chris?” you whispered out, almost as if you didn’t believe it. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Chris chuckled and softly rubbed your back and held the back of your head softly and placing multiple kisses on it. You got out of the hug to see if it was real or that you were so exhausted that you were imagining things. You cupped his cheek and looked at him with big eyes. “I can’t believe that you’re here.” You told him and got back in the hug while Chris chuckled.

“I’m here now sweetheart. I’m so sorry that we got you worried.” He told you and got out of the hug, softly rubbing your cheek. You turned around to look at Deck. “Was that why you were gone? Do they know? How, Why, When?” you asked, your brain clearly fogged. They both chuckled. “Let’s go back okay? Then I’ll let you guys catch up.” Deck told you. You both nodded and walked back inside. You held Chris’s hand and couldn’t wait to show him around. You were over the moon that he was here.

The people who looked at you earlier had a smile on their faces so you knew that they knew. You got another beer for yourself, Chris and Deck and sat down at a table. “I knew you missed him and well Chris contacted me so we decided to surprise you.” Deck explained. You nodded slightly and looked at Chris who had a loving smile on his face while he looked at you. “I have 2 weeks off so don’t worry princess.” He told you and you smiled. He knew you wanted to ask about his filming schedule.

“I missed you and I want to see your work and see the festival. Couldn’t miss my favorite girl her dream, now could I?” he told you with a smirk which made you smile flustered. Deck looked between you and Chris. “I’m going to leave you guys now. See you tomorrow!” he told you and stood up leaving. “Thank you.” You told Deck who smiled and winked at you before walking off.

Chris was still holding your hand and looked up at you. “You look tired sweetheart.” He gave you a soft smile. You shrugged a bit. “It’s worth it.” You told him with a smile and your other friends came to join you with more beer. You already decided that Chris would stay with you ( of course). You had a fun evening and so did Chris with so much laughter and stories.

When you started to get really tired, Chris took notices. “Let’s go home and to bed sweetheart.” You nodded. You said your goodbyes to everyone and walked away with Chris. You were halfway home when Chris noticed your discomfort from your feet and walking so much. “Come here sweetheart.” He told you and placed you some sort of wall that you could stand up on. “Get on my back princess.” You did as you were told and jumped on his back. his arms were holding your legs as he walked home. You let your head rest on his shoulder and played a bit with his hair.

“Your hair is soft” you told him softly in a daydream while going through his hair with your fingers. You weren’t paying attention but Chris smiled lovingly at the ground, thinking about what you had said. “I like it when you play with my hair.” He decided to open up. You smiled, heart fluttering at his words and continued playing with his hair.

When you reached your house, you stayed on Chris’s back. He turned a bit so you could put the key in your door. You opened the door and Chris sat you down on your couch. He put the lights on and made some hot water for tea. “I’m so sorry, let me get the tea, you’re my guest.” Chris chuckled “Sweetheart, just sit down okay? I can see how tired you are and stressed.” he gave you a side eye with a soft smirk, knowing that you’ve been stressed out to the max. “ Besides, it’s nothing new right? You do this at my place as well, it’s no big deal.” He reassured you.

You smiled softly at him. “I’m so glad you’re here.” You told him softly and Chris hear a curtained kind of sadness in your voice. “What’s going on princess, why are you sad?” he asked you as he sat next to you. He knew you like an open book. Instantly knowing when there was in the least slightest bit of unease. You looked up at him, his eyes ever so kind and soft.

“It’s just… this is my dream you know. But nobody really checks up on me, call me or wish me luck except for you, but you were so far away and I’ve felt so extremely lonely. I went through all of this, all on my own. No one around me, support me or whatever. So many things had happened, good and bad and never in my life did I want to share this experience with someone. Like I crave it to the depths of my soul and not being able to makes me feel like my heart is slowly tearing apart and I hate it.” you confessed. You’ve felt so lonely that everything just came out.

You sniffled when you remembered the feeling and wiped your tears away. “All my friends over here left me… I tried to text them you know, but they keep it short or ignore me. I just wanted someone to stand besides me. This is the biggest opportunity I got and I went through it alone even though they know how big and how much this means to me. So eh yeah that.” You told him realizing that you just threw everything on the table. You quickly wiped away your tears and chuckled a bit uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just very tired.” You tried to shrug it off but Chris wasn’t having it. “Y/N, It’s not nothing princess. I’m sorry that that happened but I’m here now and I’ll stand proudly besides you. And those ‘friends’ ain’t shit. They really aren’t. I’m so proud of you and I’ll support you with every bit I got. That’s why I’m here right now. I want to see you shine in what you do, see you happy, excited and over the moon. Wouldn’t miss that for the world pumpkin.” He told you and pulled you in a hug.

“You never have to be alone again and if I knew you felt like this, I would’ve come sooner. I’ll be by your side with every step you take. You’re the strongest person I know but you can show yourself completely to me with all the downfalls and insecurities and I promise you, I’ll never look at you differently. You don’t always have to look strong, I know you are but you don’t always have to be.” He told you and pulled you tighter in the hug. You decided to trust him on his words and let your tears just flow.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks with a sad smile while looking at you. His thumbs softly wiping away the tears. He pulled you towards him and planted a kiss on your forehead and pulled you back into a hug again. “I’m so tired.” You told him sobbing. “I know, it’s okay now. You can let it go, I’m here and you’re safe. You’re doing so good princess. Great even and I couldn’t be more proud of you.” That was it. That was all you wanted to hear from someone in the time spree you were working on the festival and it broke you down once you heard them and Chris knew it, knew you needed to hear that so badly.

“I know baby girl, I know and I’ll repeat it every single day, multiple times a day, whatever you need because I need you to know that. You do things that are beyond my comprehension. You do so, so much in such a little amount of time, it’s impressive. YOU impress me every single day.” You chuckled a bit, thinking back at how much you’ve already done indeed. “Thank you Chris.” You told him when you calmed down a bit. He smiled “You are more than welcome.” He placed a last kiss on your forehead and made some tea.

You asked him about how he was doing and stuff but he told you that that would come later. He wanted to know everything that you’ve experienced and listened closely to your stories, enjoying every one of them.

After the tea, you both went upstairs. “I’m sorry, if I knew that you would come, I would have something ready.” You told him and he kissed your head again. “Don’t worry about it princess.” You nodded. “If you don’t mind, you can sleep next to me.” you told him and he already smiled at you. It wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve both slept in one bed but still. “I don’t mind.” He told you and you nodded with a slight smile.

You freshened up and both crawled into bed. “Come here sweetheart.” He told you and opened his arms so you could cuddle him. You smiled and threw your arms around him. His arm was underneath you and pulled you closer to his chest. The heat was radiating off of him, sending you into a new relaxation and you let out a sigh. It felt for the first time in weeks that you could breath again and relax. For over two weeks you were on the go, without a moment of acclimatization. Chris smiled, knowing that you finally had a bit of peace and he could give that to you. You were out like a light, exhausted while Chris softly played with your hair.

You woke up from your alarm and you groaned, turning around without opening your eyes. You felt Chris shift next to you and you snuggled against his side, not wanting to wake up yet. You heard him chuckle at your disagreement with the alarm. “Sweetheart, we have to get up. It’s the big day.” You groaned again and opened your eyes, already anxious about it. You stared at the ceiling while Chris looked at every feature on your face and noticed the frown between your eyebrows. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You got this.” you looked to your side to Chris and nodded with a sigh.

You got up and looked for your work clothes. Luckily today, you would get a fresh and new shirt. Chris just looked at you and sat up as well. Deck gave him a pass and everything so he could come with you before the festival began.

You checked your phone and already saw that some things weren’t really working right and everyone was panicking. “Alright, seems like I have to be there fast.” You told him. “Wait a minute. You need breakfast.” He told you, already disagreeing about you leaving without it. You chuckled “I have breakfast over there. And lunch and dinner. They already take care of it. So the only real thing I do here is sleep.” Chris nodded slightly but decided to go along with you.

You both got freshened up and you got everything you needed. Chris looked at you while you were in your working clothes and focused on the day ahead. “Hey, come here for a sec.” Chris told you before you both got out of the house. He got your chin slightly so your attention would be on him. “I’m so proud of you and you are going to be amazing. You got this, show it.” you smiled at his encouraging words and hugged him. Your phone rang and interrupted the peaceful interaction. You chuckled “Let’s go, seems like they need me.” you told him and held your phone up.

You took the call while you both walked back to the festival. You explained some things to Deck, who was in complete panic because he accidentally deleted your file from his laptop and deleted about 100 passes. You chuckled a bit at the stupidity. “Deck, it’s okay. I’ve saved the file around 5 times so I still got it. It’s going to be okay. I’ll fix it when I arrive okay?” you could hear him sigh in relief. “Okay, see you soon and I’m so so sorry.” He told you. “It’s okay, see you soon.” You chuckled. Chris looked at you when you hang up. You chuckled and looked at him. “He deleted something that he shouldn’t have.” Chris nodded and chuckled.

You arrived at the festival. You showed your passes and signed up as every day. You got your new shirt and Chris got a jacket which showed that he was a guest (safety reasons). You walked with Chris through the area and got breakfast and something to drink. You saw Deck and walked over to the table he was eating at and sat down, Chris next to you.

“Rough morning huh?” you asked him and he chuckled. You knew he was stressed out. It would surprise you if he wasn’t but he was the boss after all. After some chatting and breakfast you got back to your small office place and gave Deck the file again before showing Chris around.

He loved every minute of you showing him around and how excited you got about it as well. You introduced Chris to your friends that you made there before heading back and doing some work. You got your computer and sat outside in the sun with Chris. It didn’t took long before the festival would began.

There was a tradition and that was when the festival would start, everyone who worked on this for the last week and a half would come together, they would play a song on the mainstage and everyone would hug each other. Your mom was there as well and stood next to Chris in VIP.

Chris gave you a big hug before you would leave and you promised him that you would look him up. Chris just smiled in response. “Don’t worry about me princess. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later okay? You got this remember? And if you ever feel shitty or something happened, good or bad and you want to talk. You know where to find me sweetheart.” Deck stood next to you with a smile, waiting for you to come to the main stage.

You nodded and left the tribune to go to main. You saw your friends and colleagues already standing there. The music started playing and you saw from every side people running to main to congratulate each other for making the festival. You looked back to VIP and saw Chris and your mom smiling at you. You hugged everyone. Some started crying from all the pent up stress. Everyone got a beer and this moment you felt the tears slip. Your friends/colleagues noticed and pulled you into a hug. Chris saw it but knew you were in good hands now.

After the song ended you felt strong and powerful, walking over the festival with your head held high. You started photographing and walked with colleagues over the terrain.

You were so busy and in the evening you stood front row by main with your camera ready. You looked at the VIP section and saw Chris already smiling at you and taking pictures. You heard your phone go off and looked, seeing a text from Chris. “You look like you own the place in every good way possible. Couldn’t be more proud of you sweetheart.” You looked back and smiled at Chris. You sent a heart back. Chris was right though. You were confident when you were working. You had to be otherwise they wouldn’t let you in in certain areas. There was no time for people pleasing in this job at this moment. You had a job to do.

~time skip~

The festival was over and you felt sad. It was the most amazing experience you’ve ever had and the most amazing part was that you could share it with the person you love, Chris. These days you fell more in love with him than ever before and it made you slightly anxious. They were breaking down the festival and you came around to help when you saw Deck.

“Hey” you told him, making him turn around. “Hey, how are you?” he asked you with a smile. You picked stuff off from the floor and put the things in the back of the truck. “Yeah alright. Just a little sad it’s already over.” You told him as he continued the work. “and what about you?” he smiled. “I’m hanging on. I’ll collapse when it’s over.” He told you, making you chuckle and agree. You both hadn’t had a relaxing moment since the day you started this.

“How’s Chris?” he asked you with a smirk which made you frown in suspicion. “yeah, he’s fine.” You told him and he nodded. “So you guys together already or how long is it going to take the both of you?” you looked up in shock while he just had a grin. “What are you talking about?” you still tried to deny it because if you didn’t and spoke it out loud, then it would be real and there would be a chance that you could lose him.

“Oh come on now Y/N. Everyone can see it except the both of you. Besides, the way he looked at you with the afterparty… and how close you two are. Friends don’t look at friends that way.” He told you while walking past you with a couple of boxes as you stood there frozen. “You want another t-shirt and jacket??” he asked you as he looked in the boxes and threw you a couple which snapped you out of your thoughts. Deck saw that you were surprised to say the least and sat down on the edge of the truck. He tapped the spot besides him and you walked over to him, jumping up as well.

“I know it’s scary but it’s scarier not to pursue it when both of you love each other so clearly. You’ll regret it if you don’t. maybe it doesn’t work out but at least then you could say that you’ve tried it with everything you have. You don’t have to say it right away or do anything but maybe you can focus on it. You know when you’re interacting with each other, just ask yourself the question: Is this what friends would do or does he more? And when you see it, I can promise you, you’ll realize that he’s more than just a friend.” He told you and got up again to pick up some boxes. You were wrapped up in your own mind, going back to all the interactions you had with Chris and already saw that he was treating you more than just a friend indeed. “So are you going to help me or what?” Deck smiled as he saw you realize it and passed you some boxes and gave you a wink.

You continued packing everything up but you were in need of more people and everyone started to stress around you because you’ve been cleaning up here for over 4 days now and tonight would be the deadline that everything had to be gone. You texted Chris about the current situation and you saw that he saw it but didn’t respond.

You were continuing with the boxes with Deck until you heard a familiar voice “Hey.” You both turned around and saw Chris standing there. You and Deck looked at each other “I heard that you guys needed some help.” He told you and got one of the heavy boxes out of your arms. “Where does this one go?” he asked Deck and he pointed to the spot where it should go and looked back at you when Chris walked away. You were both surprised and at that moment Deck got a smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and continued the work.

You all worked extremely hard and fast. You, Deck and Chris drove around from the terrain to the headquarters to put all the boxes away and everything. Finally around 6 in the evening you were done and exhausted. You had dinner outside and all went to the pub together to have a last drink with each other and celebrate that you all made it on time and just about the whole festival.

Chris and Deck stood next to you. You were all exhausted. “How do you guys made it if you had to do this everyday and with all the other things you were both doing. I’m seriously exhausted and you both had to do this all day for the last 2 weeks. I’m impressed.” He told you both. You and Deck laughed “you get used to it eventually. Or not and you just ignore it, going over in the automatic stand.” You told him and Deck heavily agreed with you.

You all drank some more and chatted. You and Chris started to lean more towards each other. His arm leaning pressed against yours and you felt the butterflies go lose and the only thing you could think about was what Deck told you. “Would friends do this or is there more?” Deck saw you deep in thought and gave you a knowing smile. You knew he was right do, just didn’t want to give in yet.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask and you turned around. It was a guy that you’ve known from school. “Hey!” you told him excited, Chris keeping a close eye on you. You gave him a hug. You started chatting and he was always very flirtatious around you which Chris made his jaw clench. Deck noticed and walked off. “So you have a boyfriend?” he asked you with a smirk. You wanted to respond but Chris already responded to you. “Yes.” You could hear the irritation in his voice. His eyes a bit dark and mean while he looked at the guy.

Chris was leaning on his arm when he stepped away from the high table and walked towards you, standing next to you. The guy started to stutter and you were too much in shock to even respond. “I..I… eh.. s-s-sorry. I’ll see you around bye.” He walked away and Chris kept looking at the guy. You were both silent, thinking about what just happened.

You turned around to Chris and he looked at you with a ‘oh I fucked up face’. “what was that?” you asked him. Chris didn’t know what to say and started to panic as his anxiety went up. “I ehm… eh am sorry.” You squeezed your eyebrows together.

“Let’s go over there.” it sounded more like a question. You looked around and everyone was minding their own business until your eyes connected with Deck’s. he nodded at you and you nodded to Chris, walking over to somewhere more private. “Y/N, I really like you. Hell, I’m in love with you and I did from the moment I met you but it had gotten worse since the festival and I don’t know why and maybe I don’t want to know but I do know that I love you….” he was speaking very fast, clearly nervous and you tried to take every bit of information from his confession to you but struggled with processing everything.

“I really like you too Chris.” You spewed out almost as if it went automatically. Chris stopped speaking and looked at you. surprise yet relief was visible on his face while he took a deep breath. “You like me too?” he questioned and you nodded, looking down at the pavement.

You felt his fingers underneath your chin as he softly pushed your chin up so you would look at him. Chris smiled lovingly and adoringly at you. He cupped your cheek and came slightly closer but gave you enough time to get away but instead you leaned in and brushed your lips over yours. You both let out a shaky breath. You locked lips and waited, trying to process what was happening until Chris deepened the kiss. He pulled you closer and your fingers found his shirt, holding it tightly and your other hand went through his hair.

When you pulled away from the kiss you looked at each other. “Are we a couple?” you asked him and he smiled again. “I would love to be a couple if you do.” He was so soft with you it almost melted your heart. “I would like that.” You almost whispered and smiled. You both chuckled a bit before he kissed you again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” he whispered through the kiss, making you smile. You both pulled away again and you saw that his hair was ravished.

“Come here.” You told him softly and giggled before going with your hands through his hair, trying to fix it. You stepped a bit back to look at his hair. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah I look good?” he asked you, making you laugh. “Yeah, you are sexiest man alive.” He chuckled as well and held your hands and looked at them before making eye contact with you again. He cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead, letting it linger a bit. “Let’s get back princess.” You nodded and held his hand walking back.

Deck looked behind him and saw you guys holding hands. He smiled and nodded which you returned with a shy smile. “So Chris, what do you think about next year? Want to join the team?” Deck asked as he turned towards the both of you with a smile. Chris looked at you and smiled. “I’ll think about it.” he told Deck but kept looking lovingly at you with a smile.

Deck nodded with a smile “You look good together. It fits very well.” You saw Chris softly blush as you got shy yourself. “Thanks.” You both murmured out. “But you better take care of her. She’s family you know.” Deck warned him and Chris nodded. “I will. I’ll promise you that.” Deck nodded with a smile. “I know. just making sure.” Chris nodded.

~time stamp~

“It’s our time again.” Everyone said when you walked in and gave everyone a hug. “So glad I’m back” you told them in relief as if you could breath again. “We’re all are.” One of your friends say. “So how’s your first year of being the boss with Deck ?” you chuckled “Stressful but I’m so glad that he’s helping me learn all these things.” Your friend nodded. Chris walked up besides you. “So how are you holding up with her and being the new boss and all of that?” Chris chuckled “She’s been a sunshine.” You chuckled, knowing damn well that you weren’t. “No, we’re doing really good actually. You guys were right, we do fit very well together.” Chris told them as he looked at you.

“Well, welcome in the family brother.” One of the guys told him and Chris smiled. Deck walked up towards you “Hey” he said happily and gave you and Chris a hug. “I’m sorry to interrupt but I’m going to have to steal your girlfriend for now.” Chris chuckled and gave you a kiss. “Good luck sweetheart” he told you “You too handsome.”  He smiled as you parted ways. He helping the guys building the festival up and you got some sort of promotion and would became the new boss when you’ve learned everything.

Things couldn’t have been better.

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New teachers at School 🏫❤️

Professor Hiddleston x Reader

Summary : The reader is in high school whose favorite subjects are History and English. Though unluckily the teacher she got for both of them are ridiculous!

Cast :

Professor Hiddleston

Y/N Y/L/N

Y/B/F/N Carter

Surprise guest

Note

Professor Hiddleston and the surprise guest are like best friends.

Chapter 1

Third person POV

Today, the school will reopen after the summer break. For Y/N, school reopening means having to cope with to of her least favorite teacher - Professor Pratt . Who teaches two of her favorite subjects.

You were sitting beside your best friend and it was the 3rd class of the day, which means, History. The first two classes were amazing. The teachers were nice, no homework given, no overloading, nothing. So, you were in a good mood. That was until you checked the timetable. History. Shit. You looked at your best friend, hopelessly already annoyed, just by realizing that history means you have to cope with Chris Pratt. Your history /english teacher (unfortunately ).

Y/B/F/N : Come onn Y/N!!!!! For God's sake. It's just one goddamn class!!

Y/N : Why is it always, me?? I mean, why in the nine realms is the teacher of my favorite subject so damn annoying and a complete asshole?!!He's the worst!!! Argh!

Y/B/F/N : It's okay, dear. Everything would be fine. You know I also hate him as much as you do.....

Y/N : Yeah, hopefully *sigh*. Let's do this!

Y/B/F/N : That's my girl!! Let's go! ✌🏻

*both of you start chuckling *

You sit in one of the front desks, face down and covered with your hands. Suddenly, you hear some heavy footsteps. As you were sitting in the front you had to stand up as to show respect to the 'amazing' (not) teacher.

Still you didn't look up, just stood in your place. You could feel your bestie's eyes on you but you simply sighed.

Teacher : Good morning, class. Please, sit down.

Immediately your head snapped up. This voice couldn't belong to that jerk of a teacher, no. It sounded so calming, a perfect, british accent.

Looking up, you saw a devastatingly handsome man standing in front of you. He looked like as if his face was carved by the God himself. He was tall, above 6 ft. "Nope! It's not that dumbass" you thought. You exchanged glances with your best friend, confused about what this handsome man is doing here.

Teacher : I am Tom Hiddleston and I will be teaching you English and History from now. You can call me Mr. Hiddleston or Professor Hiddleston.

The man said with a friendly smile and nod. The whole class greeted this adonis. You were still a bit shocked, but extremely happy.

Professor H. : Would you all like to you introduce yourselves? I'm new here and thus, don't know any of you?!

Whole class : Sure!

Professor H. *pointing to a boy who was sitting at the corner *: We can start with you, young man.

The boy introduced himself and so did the rest of the class and now it was your turn.

Y/N : Hello, professor! My name is Y/N Y /L /N and my favorite subjects are History and English. I like to draw.

Professor H. : Oh, that's great!Hope you enjoy the classes. *smiles and you return the gesture *

The whole class was amazing, the way he spoke was so passionate and his sweet and polite nature was a cherry on top. You were really grateful to God for finally listening to your prayers and providing you a better teacher.

*A few months later *

You had established a friendly teacher - student relationship with your favorite professor, Professor Hiddleston. You were the best student of his class and he was proud of you.

That day you got the notice that the Headmistress is assigning a few students with the position of a teacher's assistant.

The next day, you and your best friend were called to the principal office.As you entered, you saw your principal, Professor Hiddleston and Mr. Jeon Jungkook, your science professor . Both you greeted them and stood there. God that man was looking so amazing that day (as always) Mr. Jungkook was also looking great, but he was your bestie's. Yup! you both had crushes on the two professors who were standing in front of you. (Y/N on Mr. Hiddleston and Y /B /F /N on Mr Jungkook.

Mr Hiddleston's dress

Mr Jungkook's dress

This 👇🏻is what you were wearing today

Principal : Y/N, you are assigned as a teacher's assistant to Mr. Hiddleston and Y/B/F/N, you to Mr. Jungkook

Y/N : Thank you so much for finding me able to help , ma'am . I assure you I'll do my best!

Y/B/F/N: Thank you very much, ma'am! I will do my best, I promise!

Principal : I know girls, that's the only reason why I chose you both!

*We smiled at each other *

Principal : You may go now and discuss the important things with your respective professors.

You and your best friend nodded in unison and went out of the office and waited there for the professors

Professor H. : Please come with me to my office, Miss Y/L/N. I want to discuss a few things with you related to the teacher - assistant thing.

Mr. Hiddleston said softly, with a smile

Y/N : Sure, Professor Hiddleston!

Mr. Jungkook : And you with me, Miss Carter.

He also smiled

Y/B/F/N: Of course, Mr Jungkook

*In Professor Hiddleston's office *

Y/N : Thank you so much, Professor Hiddleston for finding me able to help you 😊😊

Professor H. : For the first thing , just call me Tom outside the class. And for another .............

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Should I make part 2??!!!!!!

Hope you guys like it! 💗💗💗

Tagging @holdmytesseract

#professor hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #tom hiddleston #Professor hiddleston x reader #Tom hiddleston x reader

[crashdevlin]

Another Second Chance 19- Why Wait?

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: The final chapter. The end of Happily Ever Eventually. No mas. Y/n gets her life together and finally finds her Happy.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3458

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral sex (fem rec)

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“Misha, seriously, dude.” I roll my eyes at the plans he’s got up on the screen-share. He’s worked out a preliminary plan already. I can’t even begin to imagine how he got this shit drawn up so fast.

“It’s going to be amazing, I promise...and I’ve already put together a group chat for the rehab. Everyone that’s going to help will be in the chat. I’ve added Jared and Jensen, of course. I texted a few of the others and I’ll add them as they confirm.”

“Meesh. Shut up for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” He sounds a bit offended, but I need him to hear me.

“Okay. So…” Straightforward honesty. “I’m excited about this project and I’m so glad that you’re excited too, but you gotta calm down. You can’t Misha all over this. We all have other projects going, right? Those projects, Midsummer especially, take precedence over this house.”

“But if we put all our focus on the house we can get it done in a few weeks!”

“And I’m telling you that is not going to happen,” I assert. He looks shocked at my tone. “Look, I’m a mom before anything, then I’m an actor and a producer, then I’m an owner-builder for this house...in that order. If it takes a little longer to get the house done because I’ve got higher priorities, then it takes a little longer. If that’s a problem for you, I will pay the General Contractor the $60,000 he quoted.”

Thankfully...Misha laughs. “Sorry, I know I can be too much sometimes. All right. We’ll do this in slow-mo. I’ll get everybody on board and divvy up tasks and then we’ll figure out a timetable that doesn’t clash with anybody’s projects. I will not Misha all over this shit.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem. Do you like the designs I did, though?” he asks, drawing my attention back to his screen.

“Oh, yeah, definitely. Where’d you get the idea to get rid of that closet by the garage entrance?”

We get into a conversation about his various visions for my new house and the inspiration for each. When we get off the chat, I’m more excited. I’m excited to do this project, I’m excited that it’s gonna be on my terms. This is going to be great.

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By Friday night, the group chat for the rehab has been filled out with Kim, Bri, Rob, Ruth, Rich, Jason, Giles, and Alex.

“I’m gonna add somebody to the group chat,” Jay says as he fiddles with his phone. We’re sitting on the couch, watching Fast Times for the gazillionth time.

“Who?” Half of everybody we’re both friends with is in the chat.

“Somebody who’s good with his hands. He’s agreed to help out.”

My eyebrows go up at the evasion. “Jay?”

My phone beeps as he sets his phone down and a few more before I get to the coffee table to pick it up.

<<Jensen: Hey I added my dad to the chat.

<<Misha: Your dad?

<<Jeff: ya needed someone to swing a hammer?

<<Jared: DAD!

I look over at Jay and he’s got this shiteating grin on his face. “When’s the last time you saw Jeff?”

I scoff. “We met once, Jay. Him and Hilarie were in town for Jeff’s birthday.”

“And you spent the whole party hiding in your drink because you were so nervous. Maybe you’ll actually talk to him this time.”

I look down at my phone. I’m not sure exactly what it is about Jeffery that makes me so shy, but if I had to hazard a guess, it’s that voice. I bite my lip as the others chime in about Jeff helping out.

<<Kim: Do we even need to come if you’re gonna be there? You’ve got this, right?

<<Rob: No1 was this excited about me helping

<<Misha: Oh we know how well you swing a hammer, a hatchet, a baseball bat etc

<<Jeff: Do we have a date on this

That’s a question for me.

>>Me: Three weeks is what we’re looking at. I’ve got all the subs scheduled for the week after that

And Misha will chime in next.

<<Jared: Anything that’s not finished after the subcontractors week will get finished out by me, Misha, and Ackles.

<<Misha: What’s left will get done by me, Jared, and Jensen.

Timing needs work, Misha.

<<Jared: I JUST said that

<<Jeff: Hil and I will be there. She’s got a good eye she can help with anything you need designwise

<<Alex: Wow this really became a SPNFAMILY event

I smile.

>>Me: Wouldn’t have it any other way, Al.

“This is gonna be fun. Even if we never get finished and I have to get a contractor, I think this is gonna be fun.”

Jay nods and pulls me into his lap. “It will be fun. Even if we fuck it up, we will all be together and that’s what matters, right?”

“Exactly right,” I say, smiling. He’s giving me that look. That…’everything is amazing’ reverent look. I love that look. “I have a question.”

I have to ask. Five years ago, I wouldn’t ask. Five years ago, I’d let it boil and explode all over my psyche. I know how unhealthy that can be now. I have to ask.

“So...you know I went and saw Dr. McAuliffe the other day, right? First appointment since me and you started seeing each other again and she, um…” I close my eyes because his eyes are getting to me and I have to ask. “She expressed some doubt about the thing you told me about the...the dry spell you broke with me on the yacht.”

“Baby Girl,” he whispers.

“And I really wouldn’t ask because I want to think you wouldn’t be dishonest with me after everything but if I don’t ask then it’s going to fester and I want to do the healthy thing and nip that in the bud before it gets to that point and-”

“I didn’t lie,” he says and I blink my eyes open to look into his. “I get the doubt, but I didn’t lie. From the moment I left you behind in Vancouver to the moment you started rubbin’ on me in that movie theater, no one touched me but me.” He reaches up and cups my cheek. “I’ve been told I was punishing myself. I feel like I was just saving myself for the right woman to come back into my life.”

Well, that...damn Dr. McAuliffe for making me doubt him. “I believe you,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry that I-”

“Never feel bad about asking questions to make yourself feel better. I’m glad you asked. It’s better than letting it fester, right?” He’s so understanding.

I lean in and kiss him. The hand on my cheek moves to the back of my neck and he pulls me into a deeper kiss. Our tongues move across each other and I start rolling my hips a bit. He gets hard in his jeans and I start to feel that tingle of wetness. He moans into my mouth and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap harder.

“Bedroom?” I offer. He picks me up and carries me all the way to the bed. I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. He hisses and bites his bottom lip as he looks down at me, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off over his head.

He’s leaning over me, kissing my neck and shoulder, before I can really think too much. He starts kissing his way down my chest into the valley between my breasts. God, he’s good at that, nibbling kisses with just enough suction and teeth. “Get this off,” he whispers, pulling at my bra.

I reach under me and undo my bra with one hand. Jay immediately takes a nipple between his teeth and tugs. I gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. His tongue starts soothing where his teeth dug in and I just let my head fall back and my eyes close. I just let myself feel as he kisses all the way down my body. The rest of my clothes find the floor, too and then his tongue is on me. Fuck, his tongue is good. There’s almost nothing better than cumming on his tongue.

Almost.

“Can you grab a condom?” He backs off the bed and unbuckles his belt as I reach over to grab a condom out of the side table. I stare at him as he drops his pants. This is just...such a beautiful sight. Especially when he smiles all cocky like that. “You’re staring.”

“Nah. Why would I be staring?”

“I have no clue why, but I think you might have the hots for this old man.”

"I don't go for old guys," I respond as I rip open the condom. "So you must not be as old as you think you are." I offer him the condom with a smirk and he takes it.

"Hmmm. Your delusions work in my favor so I won't point out how old I really am."

"I'm not delusional and you aren't old. Shut up and kiss me," I demand.

He chuckles and puts on the condom, laying over me and kissing me for a few minutes before I get frustrated with waiting and reach between us to line him up with my pussy.

We move together. It's nine different kinds of perfection. We kiss and I scratch my nails down his back as he thrusts into me. He moves to kiss down my jaw and along my neck.

"This is why I couldn’t fuck anybody else," he whispers. "Never be like this."

God, when he says things like that…

I shouldn’t feel guilty about trying to move on, right? I shouldn't feel guilty about Will.

So...I won't. Jensen chose not to try to move on. Jensen focused on other aspects of his life without me. He chose to keep the torch lit and...fuck, I'm glad he did, but I had to try to move on. It was part of my growth.

"Get outta yer head," he mumbles into my skin before leaning up to kiss me.

Right. Not supposed to be thinking. "Sorry," I whisper into his lips.

He thrusts into me and I gasp. Fuck, that's good. "Love you so much."

"Love you too, Jay."

And I do. I love him so fucking much.

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"Y'all, seriously. This is...insane." How else am I supposed to describe this group standing in my yard? A dozen actors and musicians in matching blue coveralls with their names on them, each with a hammer in their hand. "Who coordinated the outfits?"

Jay and Kim both raise their hands. "We needed a uniform," Jay says, smirking.

"So we had these made up and here are yours!" Kim pulls out a pair of coveralls and holds them up. Instead of my name, it says "HBiC" over the breast pocket. I can't help but laugh. "It's your house, your project, and we aren't going to do anything without your consent. Right, Collins?"

"I already agreed to that! Jeez!" Misha complains.

"Go slip that on and we'll get started on the demo," Jensen says as Kim hands the uniform over.

"He's usually trying to get her out of her clothes, so this is an improvement," Jared teases and I chuckle as I rush into the house, running into the half bath off the living room.

By the time I get out of there, everybody is waiting in the kitchen. "All right, boss. Where you want us to start?" Jeff asks and I bite my bottom lip as my face heats up. Why does his voice do that?

"Ummm, M-Misha has the, um, the plans. I think we only need five or six people in here to demo the cabinets and a couple to take down the walls for the closet that's coming down and the rest of us can head to the master bath to start demoing that nasty counter and the toilet and then we can play with the flooring samples and the, um, p-paint."

"Mind if I?" Jay lets the question hang but I know he's asking for a bit of control. I nod and he smiles. "All right. Jared, Jeff, Misha, Bri, Richard, and I will take the kitchen. Alex, Kim, Jason, you can break the closet. Everybody else head up to the master. We can get this all knocked out quick."

Good delegation. "See you when we get to a stopping place," I say, going to my tiptoes to kiss Jay's cheek before I go up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Things move smoothly, especially considering the complete lack of experience most of us have with this sort of work. We're sweaty and burning hot by the time we get the bathroom torn apart.

"Water? Pretty sure Manns brought a cooler full of drinks," Hilarie offers and we all nod and leave the bathroom.

Jay's talking, I can hear him as I'm coming down the stairs.

"-will be great for the resale on it. She's gonna be able to sell the place for at least a hundred grand more than she paid."

"She hasn't even moved in yet and you're already trying to get her to sell?" Jeff asks.

"Well, no, not yet. She wants her own place for a while and I get that, but when I ask her to marry me, we'll probably move in together." I stop in my tracks halfway down the stairs. Everybody stops behind me. Marry? What?

"You're planning to pop the question?" Rob asks.

"Already?" Rich's voice.

"Yeah, bought a ring, just gotta figure out her size and get it altered." What? What the- My stomach is suddenly in knots.

"That’s great!" Jason.

"Um, isn't it a little-" Misha starts.

"Early? You've only been talking since September," Jared says. His voice is a bit judgmental.

"We're in love. Why wait?"

"Because you're pushin' too hard and you're gonna scare the woman away, dummy." Jeff? How does Jeff know how this is gonna affect me and Jensen doesn't?

"Jeff's right. She's always been a 'push too hard and you'll push her away' kinda woman," Jared says. Thank God our friends are here to talk him out of this.

"You need to wait, Jensen," Misha advises.

"I don't really want to wait, guys. I've been waitin' on her for five years."

"You're an idiot, Ackles," Jared says.

"Don't scare her off, dumbass." Kim. "We just got the gang back together and you're gonna send her back to her corner where she only talks to me and Bri?"

"What am I, chopped liver?" Misha asks. Hello, fourth grade.

"With onions," Kim snaps.

"Gotta go with them. They know her better than most, right?" Al Cal with the quiet wisdom. "Just slow your roll, man."

"Well, too late. I've already got the ring in my sock drawer."

"Don't give it to her!" That was a few voices.

Shit. I hope...I can't listen anymore. I push past the others and run up the steps as softly as possible. I end up in the office because it's the closest to the staircase. Hilarie and Ruth follow me in. Giles, I guess, doesn't know me well enough to be involved in my drama. I get that. He's Misha's BFF, not mine.

"Hey. You okay?" Hilarie asks as I throw myself down in the corner.

"Lovely, you're going to be just fine. I know that was a wee shock but-" Ruth starts.

"It's too much. I just...just a few weeks ago, he suggested moving in together again and I told him it was too much and now he's got a ring? I have to...I can't think about...what the fuck is he thinking?"

"He was thinking that you weren’t listening," Hilarie says, running her fingers through her hair.

"He's moving too fast. I have to tell him…"

"No, you don't!" Hilarie shakes her head. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

I know that. "I know, but I can't hold it in! That isn't healthy!" I bring my head down to my knees and bury my face as Ruth rubs my back. "Honesty is the utmost. I have to talk to him and tell him that-that it's too much. He should know it's too much."

He should already know! I told him that it was too much, too fucking fast last month and now it's...Jesus fuck, I can't-

"Hey." Misha's voice makes me sniffle but I don't look up. I just need to breathe and think and- "G said you might need me."

Misha drops down on my right side and wraps me in a hug. "I heard him. He wants me to marry him. I'm not there yet."

"I know...and I think he does too. He just really wants to fix it all and have the happy ending."

I look up. Ruth and Hilarie have stepped back to the middle of the room, Giles is standing in the doorway. "I don't want to have to tell him 'no', Misha...but if he asks anytime soon…"

"I know and I think he's not-"

"I'm not gonna ask," Jay says as he walks in the room. "Misha, can I have the room for a few?" Misha kisses my temple and stands, giving Jensen a pointed look before he follows the others out. Jensen closes the door and turns to me. "So, you heard me."

"Yeah."

He sighs and leans against the wall across from the one I'm sitting against. "I know. 'Too much, too fast', right? But ya gotta see it from my side, Baby Girl. I love you. I love you with everything I have to give. I have been loving you for so many years and…" He licks his lips and puts his hands in his pockets and he looks very Dean in this moment. "I fucked up and ruined our opportunity to get to our happy ever after five years ago and I just want to...I just wanna get there. I just want us happy."

"I am happy, Jay," I insist, standing. "But if happy for you only happens when I have that ring on my finger and we're living in some huge house and we've rushed into some commitment, then that’s too much pressure! That puts me in charge of your happiness and I-"

"No, no, I am happy. I'm very happy. I'm just...you know that old Rascal Flatts song? 'Why wait another minute for something we shoulda done yesterday?'" he sings. "But I understand where you're comin' from. I understand that it's a lot of pressure and it seems like I'm rushing to get it going and I'm not trying to pressure you into doing anything. I wouldn't ever wanna do that to you. So I'm not gonna ask." What does that even mean? He smiles as he steps closer, pulling his hands out of his pockets and moving to caress my cheek. "I've got the ring. You know I have it, I know you’re gonna wanna wear it someday. When you decide you're ready to have the same last name as your son, you just let me know and I will dig it outta the sock drawer. Won't even get down on one knee or anything. You say when you're ready and I will make you my bride."

That...takes the pressure off. "Okay, Jay."

I lean up and kiss him. "Sorry I freaked."

"Sorry I made you freak." He smiles and nods at the door. "Thirsty?"

I nod and follow him out. Everything is gonna be okay.

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It took a while, a few weeks longer than Misha predicted, but the house is beautiful. The paint and flooring and countertops that Hilarie helped me pick out go so perfect with the new stain on the cabinets. There's so much space...and the fence we put up is taller and prettier than the one I had at the older house.

We have a moving service, but we still load a bunch of boxes into the back of Jensen’s truck and drive them over. It's kinda crazy to be here. Life changes, right? I've said it before. Everything changes always but…

I'm in a great place. New home, great love, my wonderful kids in the backseat playing tic-tac-toe. Things have never been this good...and for the first time in my entire life, I don’t fear things going bad. For the first time in my entire life, I'm happy with no reservations.

I knew I'd get there...eventually.

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Author's Note 2: That's it. That's the end of Happily Ever Eventually. Do they get married? Who knows? Do they ever have another breakdown? No tellin'. It's over. I'm done. No more.

But...

I just love these characters so much!

Fuck, I'm just gonna have to keep writing them, aren't I? Dammit!

Well, I guess now's a good time to let you guys know...

NEW SERIES COMING SOON: To Have it All!

First part: Permission Granted 

I'm retelling the whole story from Jensen's POV (and going a little bit past where the story ends here so that those questions above get answered), so if there's some specific bit you were wondering "What was he thinking here?" Let me know and I'll make sure it makes it into the new series!

The Kitchen Sink Tags- @flamencodiva @sacriceria @lyarr24 @440mxs-wife @nancymcl @stephv213 @mariekoukie6661 @beachy2014 @alwayskeepfightingsweetheart @cosicas-cuquis @queenoftheunderdark @myheartbelongsintz @squirrelnotsam @akshi8278

#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #spn rpf #jensen x reader

[kyojimi]

This was a little bit rushed due to my interesting ‘writing timetable’ which is whenever I feel like writing brainrot and random things even if it may not make sense but that's the fun of it right?

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Nope. Nah ah, he refused to leave the comfort of his bed. Something about today already felt off, he had the annoying constant itch that is telling him to change to a cat. But whenever he's on his daily catwalks something usually goes wrong! He wanted to live peacefully not be thrown around by strangers and other cats that dislike him! Like come on, he's one of them but they– they disowned him like he was nothing! No, he isn't upset about cats disliking him. Why would he? That would just be so silly right? Yeah, yeah... Oh, who is he kidding? He wants cat friends too.

“Moomoo?” Poe calls out from the other side of the door. He used that ridiculous nickname that Ranpo came up with because apparently saying his name was too much effort, too much of a mouth full. Mushitaro almost strangled him for that one but the little shit got away with a smug grin. Ugh, he's going to grow grey hair due to his partner's shenanigans.

“Moo, are you awake?” He called once more. Mushitaro had almost forgotten to respond to him, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He replied as clearly as possible since the blankets and pillows surrounding him would make his voice appear more muffled. “Do you want something?“

The door creeks open enough for Poe to poke his head in. Scanning the room, “Uhm... N-Not really but.. You've been locking yourself away in your room. Don't you... Do you think it's come to come out now? I made some muffins. Ranpo didn't eat all of them either- this time.” Well isn't that a surprise? Ranpo, the sweet addicted detective left muffins? He could just imagine Poe shooing the small man out of the house to go to work. Of course, the detective would never go down without a fight. It's always quite entertaining to watch.

The cat-shifter sighed, he really didn't want to get up but he was hungry at the mention of food. He also wants to have some fun and get rid of the annoying trapped feeling that claws at him, begging for him to change to his other form. He lifts his head from the pile he's tangled in, locking eyes with Poe. He wouldn't have this issue if it weren't for the author but can he really blame Poe? He could never, it was an accident, something that went wrong causing him to become a cat-shifter. "If I asked to eat them in here would you say no?"

"W-Well I would prefer for you to eat with me. But I would never force you..." The man trailed off with a nervous tone. It's clear that Poe wants him to join, to leave the room. How could he deny that? He doesn't like the sad expressions Poe would make, it made him feel upset. He pushes the covers back, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Fine, Fine. You win, let's eat some muffins together okay?" His heart melted at the sight of Poe's eyes brightening up and a soft smile appearing on his face. That made agreeing completely worth it.

Getting out of bed, the man dressed in his sleepwear stumbles over to the tall, anxious male. Wrapping his arms around his torso with a soft sigh, feeling comforted by the gentle, physical contact. Poe seemed happy with it too, seeing as the author returned the embrace, resting his head against Mushitaro’s. Well isn't he a lucky man? He’s got two wonderful partners that he managed to snatch. He never thought he would, the two (Ranpo & Mushitaro) were already together when he came into the picture. Then he ended up moving into Poe’s house due to needing a place to stay, Ranpo comes over often too. That lead to all three of them spending a lot of time together, getting to know each other and slowly morphing into a relationship between all three of them. Mushitaro isn't complaining either, he loves them both and that won't change.

“You know, I thought of a better idea. I suppose it doesn't remove me from my bedroom but it's something I may need as of right now. Or well, for a while.” Mushitaro spoke up, the author perked up and tilted his head with a curious expression. Urging him to continue speaking, “Can we cuddle? Together, Ranpo can join us once he's home but we haven't cuddled much have we? I know I'm not the cuddling type– I just get nervous. I don't want to be judged but then again why would you guys ever–” Poe planted a kiss on his cheek, distracting him immediately. It shut down his thoughts too as he short-circuits.

The author grinned, “We really don't mind. Both me and Ranpo, we can wait. Whenever you are ready, you can cuddle. Ranpo will always jump at the chance for cuddles. However, I will remind you, we will never, ever judge you for who you are or your habits. It's okay to be nervous,“ He explained and lord did Mushitaro become red in the cheeks, he's so embarrassed! But melting at the same time. Turning away from Poe, he pouted. “Can, Can we hurry up and cuddle? But.. Thanks.”

The two hopped into the bed, Mushitaro walking like a robot due to being flustered while Poe plopped down onto the bed, glancing around curiously. Noticing that a few new art works were displayed on the other man's walls. “Did you make those?” He asked while laying down next to the other.

“Mhm. I've taken interest in art besides writing of course. Art helps me take my mind off things, it's also very stress reliving.” The cat-shifter commented back, curling up against Poe's side, it's funny how Mushitaro was supposed to be going downstairs with him to have some muffins because he needed to leave his room. He will tomorrow, or whenever they decide to get up but he wished to lay like this with Poe for much longer. “You certainly have talent my dear Mushie.” He hummed as he felt the author's fingers brushing through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut at such relaxing sensations.

#bungou stray dogs #mushiranpoe #mushipoe #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd mushitaro #fluff #cuddles

[maxinewebs]

Billy Hargrove Headcanons: meeting him (+he loves your ass)

Request (anon): Billy hc where he’s obsessed with Y/N’s ass

Oml okay so I did start this out that it was just gonna be about Billy and how much he loves your ass, but I got a little carried away with the backstory so it became a how you meet Billy + his ass obsession hc. Sorry!

Billy was obsessed with your ass

If he was being completely honest it was the first part of you he saw

Not the most romantic of beginnings, but it was hardly his fault you were bent at the waist, feet planted on the car park concrete ground while your upper half was leaning down inside your car searching for something under the passenger seat, when he just happened to glance over

It also wasn’t his fault that, as was the trend at the time, your jeans sculpted your body tightly – highlighting the curve of your ass

And goddamn if he just couldn’t tear his eyes away

And goddamn if it didn’t encourage him even more when you straightened up and flipped your middle finger up at him, snapping “I’d tell you to take a picture, but then I’d have to think about what you’d be doing with it and that’s a disgusting thought”

You ignored his answering shit-eating grin as you made your way into your new school

It didn’t take long for Billy to charm the school secretary into giving him a copy of your timetable

He’d admit that it was a little creepy

But every time he tried to approach you to flirt you’d either walk off in the opposite direction or cut him off with a scathingly sarcastic answer before walking off in the opposite direction

He’d never had to put so much effort into getting a girl’s attention before

It was both infuriating and attractive at the same time

He wasn’t used to people - especially girls - not just falling at his feet soon after meeting him

I mean, come on, he’d managed to take over the whole goddamn school within days, but this one new chick just didn’t seem interested?

At first he was right

You didn’t like him, and held no interest in trying to

When you’d first met him he’d been staring at your ass, and that was enough for you - judge and jury in your mind immediately writing him off as a dick

And then the (attempted) flirting started up

It really pissed you off - but you had to admit that you enjoyed the look of surprise on his face when you didn’t fall for his shit

But then, after a while, you noticed something - you’d let him walk up and take his shot before shutting him down and walking off, and you found that you actually enjoyed the whole thing - like even the part where he was talking?

That was new

And terrifying

And got even worse when he suddenly seemed to appear everywhere

He’d be waiting outside almost all of your classes when they’d end

He’d sit himself down in the chair next to you when you were in the cafeteria (much to the dismay of your friends), often slinging his arm over the back of your chair

He’d be in the parking lot before school when you’d get there, smoking usually

He’d be there after you walked out of your last class, always offering you a ride home

(”I have my own car, Hargrove; I drove here, I can drive myself home just fine.”)

It probably bordered on creepy (even if some of it was coincidence), but for some reason you liked his enthusiasm

He was putting forward so much effort, it was almost… sweet

(despite the fact that you still caught him staring at your ass occasionally)

So you started letting the conversations he’d instigate go somewhere - starting slowly

First, you’d crack a smile at his cheesy, one-liner pick up lines

(never mentioning that you’d seen him fist pump the air after you walked off that first time)

Then you’d start to answer, noting that he grinned the widest when you retorted his pick up lines with one of your own

You wouldn’t ignore him when he sat with you at lunch

(you were shocked to find that your friends actually started to like him, and encouraged your flirtatious banter)

Slowly but surely, your relationship with Billy grew until you were an established couple

And those glances at your ass that he’d previously been trying to be discrete about?

Yeah, he didn’t even try to keep them hidden anymore

And most of the time he’d follow them through with a swift pat to your ass

Or sometimes a grab

And other times a little of both

He did this in public as well as private

In school

At the mall

At the park

In the street

At the cinema

This happened so often and was so normal for your relationship that it led to a very awkward evening in which he didn’t think and simply slapped your ass right in front of your parents

When you’re making out his hands always gravitate towards your ass

Using his grip to pull you tighter to him

Mapping the shape of it with his hands

Squeezing and rubbing and grinning wickedly every time he changes it up with a soft tap

You asked him once, over a year into your relationship, what was up with his obsession with your ass

“I’m just very grateful to it… It was what initiated our first conversation, after all. Without it… Well, I might not have you; and I’m just very grateful that I do. ‘Cause I love you, y’know.”

You weren’t expecting such an honest and heart-warming answer so you’re a little stunned

“And it looks fantastic in a pair of jeans. And out of them.”

That was more like it

Requests are open for headcanons, so send some in

#billy hargrove #billy is a little menace #hes so 😫

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#tbis isn’t bad i’m just having a crisis #i had a rlly bad cs mock on monday #like. there were three essay qs and i only did one #i forgot what the fuck avid was #acid #and what a technology was #it’s out of 140 n i don’t think i broke 100 #there’s like a scant chance of me maybe getting an A but probably gonna get a B #HFHFJDNDKS READING THAT OVER I KNOW IT SOUNDS DRAMATIC BUT #but. i was top n getting straight 9s for two years at gcse #and all the other mocks i’ve done this year i’ve gotten A*s #so. yk. perspective #anyway. it is entirely my fault i didn’t revise at all until the night before #and like. my friends had timetables n shit and i #didnt. #and i had a meeting w the oxbridge coordinator today ab my application n stuff #and he looked over my grades n stuff over the last couple years and said that i was a rlly strong applicant academically #which like. i got straight 8s and 9s overall revising the night before #i got. A*A*AB revising the night before in the last set of mocks #yk and like . whatever i have this same crisis every single time i’m like ‘i’m terrible at school’ and then a teacher goes ‘you’re smart’ #right bc like . this is gonna sound dumb but if i can do that by coasting and doing jackshit. what happens if i tryhard #anyway. what’s up w u hfhfjdjdks #misc #dot product

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 || 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || suna rintarou x reader

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: May I please request a frenemies to lovers with Suna? Or childhood enemies to lovers with him? slowburn, angst/fluff, If thats okay? Thank you ♡︎ [from fae: of course of course !! i slowburned it as much as possible but i was a little tired 😩]

warnings // disclaimers || swearing, insecurity issues on y/n's side, e2l so ... yeah, implied short!reader

word count || 1.7k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r​ ​ [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

SUNA RINTAROU WAS JUST SO easy to dislike. His face was never without a look of amused contempt or a sarcastic smirk, his little 'comments' as frequent as his breaths.

Suna got on Y/L/N Y/N's nerves so well it was as though he'd been born to insult her. Sometimes he referred to her height ("wow, what's it like to be shorter than the bottom of a volleyball net?"), others teasing at her academic aptitude ("damn, Y/L/N, I'm sorry you have to suffer the embarrassment of second-place grades. I wouldn't know anything about that."), and all of them tempting her to smash his face into a wall.

She managed to restrain herself to snapping back with feisty fire, occasionally managing to get under his skin - these comments usually being in reference to his hair ("Suna, oh, shit, are you okay? You look like you got hit by a bus!").

In summary - Suna and Y/N weren't enemies, their constant banter often verging on enjoyable on a good day. However, they weren't friends, either. Their state of being was confusing enough that both chose not to dwell on it, instead thinking of the other as a constant, irremovable force in their lives that was neither hatable or likeable.

In summary - Suna Rintarou was just too easy to dislike, and Y/N left it at that.

But their usually precarious balance of carefully dancing around each other was shattered to smithereens by one scenario neither had planned for.

Assessment partners.

Y/N was thoroughly regretting choosing history as an elective when their next assessable task (a hand-in paper at college difficulty) was announced to be in pairs.

And the person her entire grade depended on just had to be ...

"Suna," she sighed as he leaned over her desk, his lanky frame swallowing her up in shadow as he smirked. "Mind getting off my table? And my nerves?"

His face betrayed no emotion, though those fox-like hazel eyes of his stayed locked on hers with frightening intensity. "Sounds like a you problem, Y/L/N."

Her fingers tightened around her pen until her knuckles paled intensely, resisting the highly tempting urge to stab him in the eyeball. "We just have to get through this paper. Just this paper."

"You talking to yourself?" Suna inquired somewhat sarcastically, though it was a fairly valid question given the way she was staring at the ceiling.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking a soothing hiss of a breath. "No. Okay, let's just- let's plan this out, alright? We should meet after school to confirm a timetable and outline, probably in the library for optimal resources ..."

He raised an eyebrow far enough that it disappeared beneath the dark curtains of his messy hair. "It's a date, then."

"Suna," she groaned, actually reaching out and shoving him in the chest from where she sat, finally forcing him to remove his hands from her desk as he stumbled a single step backwards. "I'm serious. I really need to get a good grade on this damn paper."

"Fine," he shrugged, pulling a chair up to the other end of the table, their knees knocking into each other under the desk as he stuck his hand out to her. "It's a deal, then. I stay focused and you don't be mean, and we both get good marks."

"I notice you didn't include yourself in the 'don't be mean' part."

Suna flashed her a brief smirk, the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in the sliest motion she'd ever seen anyone pull off. "That's the deal, sweetheart, take it or leave it."

Y/N muttered several choice suggestions under her breath about where Suna could shove his deal, but she reach outwards anyway and laced their fingers together, shaking once before pulling free and wiping her hand on her skirt. "It's a deal, then. Now, after school, yes or no?"

He stood, throwing his response over her shoulder as he returned to his seat for another lecture from their teacher. "Count on it."

Suna, indeed, kept his part of the deal; turning up to the library promptly after the bell had rung to discuss their plan for the task, but ... that was about all of the promise he upheld.

They couldn't go a single session exempt of sarcastic comments and his seeming inability to grow up for an assessment as Y/N could. Every time they worked, they less and less done, until their deadline was the literal next morning and Inarizaki's library was an hour away from closing. Y/N was nearing breaking point - she could not afford to flunk this paper, no matter what.

After Suna made his fifth comment about "chill, Y/L/N, there's not enough room in those five-feet-something of yours for anger", she snappped.

"Fuck you, Suna!" Y/N yelled, slamming her pen down on the table in such a suddenly aggressive outburst he flinched backwards. "We have, like, half an hour, and we're still not done, all because you couldn't grow the fuck up and help me out! And now we're going to fail-"

He blinked. "Calm down, it's not that ba-"

"Yes, it's that bad!"

Her voice cracked with a sob, real and broken enough to shut Suna up, leaving him with wide eyes so unlike him and his usual narrowed gaze as Y/N let one long-held-back tear slip out. And another. And another.

"I can't fail, okay? Everyone, everyone - teachers, family, friends - everyone is expecting me to do well. And I can't- I can't let them down! I- I genuinely, on my life, cannot afford to fail now, and I will, because of y-you!"

Suddenly, she burst into a full fit of tears, leaving Suna shaken and silent as she buried her head in her arms. Her outburst had hit him like a volleyball to the face, and he was still reeling.

"I-"

He cut himself off, no words seeming appropriate for the situation. Remaining frozen for a moment, the only noise filling the library was Y/N's hiccups as she attempted to get through her breakdown.

Finally, he tapped her shoulder, waiting until she lifted her tear-stained face with angry e/c eyes, before pulling a binder out of his backpack and sliding it across the table to her.

"I'm really sorry, Y/L/N, I've been shit. H-here."

She opened it with a curious sniffle, flipping through it, her mouth dropping to the floor as she registered what she was holding.

All the work she'd asked of from him, the last missing part of their assignment.

"I did it last night," Suna continued, when it became evident Y/N wouldn't be speaking. "Pulled an allnighter. I'm gonna keep the deal, okay?"

Hesitantly, he stood, rounding the long table they sat at and dropping himself into a chair beside her, his knees on either side of hers as he gently squeezed her by the shoulders. "I promise everything's going to be okay."

Y/N looked at him, really looked, and she found not a frenemy, or annoyance, but a caring boy with warm green eyes who was demonstrating something he offered to nearly no one.

Effort, and affection.

Instinctively, whether out of gratefulness or emotional vulnerability, she didn't know, Y/N lunged forwards, clumsily capturing his lips with her own. Suna froze for a second, but the hands on her shoulders squeezed tighter as his mouth moved against hers, taking the lead as his tongue gently passed over her lips.

Holy shit, I am kissing Suna Rintarou.

... Suna Rintarou and I aren't even enemies, let alone friends.

Y/N broke off abruptly, standing with a stumble and avoiding his eyes. "I- oh, fuck, I- I'm gonna go home. I'll submit it tomorrow morning, so I-"

A little sound mixed between a groan and a quiet yell fell from her lips as she rushed from the library, hand over her mouth.

I did not just kiss ... kiss him. I did not.

Suna and Y/N awkwardly avoided even looking at each other in class the next day, let alone discussing the kiss they'd shared, as they handed in the paper to their teacher.

Who promptly delivered the heart-stopping announcement that he would mark the tasks right in front of the class "while the guideline was still fresh in his mind".

Y/N bound herself biting her lip to the point she almost drew blood as their teacher read his way through the top document (oh, shit, that was their paper) with a frighteningly red pen, casting glances at Suna every other moment. Sometimes, he caught her gaze, and she looked away with a flush, the entire period passing in agonising silence as the teacher graded and set aside paper after paper.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair with a sigh, twelve seperate papers on his desk. "Collect your marks. Dismissed."

Suna, with his stupidly long legs, was the first to reach their assessment, and Y/N followed him out of the room in a stumbling sprint. He stopped so abruptly only a little ways down the corridor that she almost slammed into his back as he spun around. To her great shock, he grabbed her shoulders just as he had last night, with actual excitement in his eyes.

"Y/L/N!" he was screaming, an actual smile on his face. "Y/N, we got 98 percent!"

Before she could stop herself, she'd let out a yell as well, and, just simultaneously as the previous night, it was Suna who was leaning in, and their lips connected again. Y/N was faintly aware of one of the Miya twins teasing that 'their mark couldn't have been that good', but she tuned that out in favour of returning Suna's kiss.

"I have no idea how we keep doing this," he admitted as soon as he broke away. "But I don't mind it."

"I'm making a new deal," Y/N retorted. "You stop being mean to me, and I'll kiss you again."

Suna leaned in again, that signature sarcastic smirk fixed firmly on his face. "It's a deal, sweetheart."

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

#raspberry sorbet #order for: anon #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu angst #suna #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna angst to fluff #suna angst #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou angst #suna rintarou angst to fluff #suna rintarou fluff #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #fae's sorbet

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Wolfgang

Summary: After your parents were murdered by werewolf hunters, you had to run away. You had to save yourself from going through the same tragic fate and that leaves you to being a lone wolf. Thankfully, moving to a new town led you to meeting new people and possibly a new family.

Theme: werewolf au, strangers to lovers

Genre: smidge of action, fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: mentions of slight nudity and violence, gets a little steamy near the end but nothing too detailed

WC: 6.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Minho x Omega!FemReader

a/n: Hi :) Obviously werewolf skz is just *chef's kiss* so of course I had to write about it. So here's a Minho one ;)

Due to your parent’s unfortunate death, you had to move away to avoid being caught by the same hunters who killed them. By moving cities, it means moving schools too. Before this, you were in your dad’s pack which only consists of your mom, your dad and you. Now that they’re gone, it leaves you to being a lone wolf.

Hence, why you managed to enrol yourself into this new school after finding yourself a cheap rundown apartment.

You were an Omega werewolf which means you weren’t a part of any pack. You were a lone wolf. After your parents died, you had no one to go to. No friends, no family, nothing. You might as well just die.

Except, you knew your parents wouldn’t want that so you had to persevere and try to at least survive for as long as you can on your own. Throughout your whole life, you weren’t really able to detect any werewolves near you despite your amazing supernatural sense of smell.

So you thought you were alone from now on. Little did you know, the previous town you lived in just didn’t have your kind.

The 8 of them were a pack. To be more specific, they were in Chan’s pack. Chan was their leader but also an Alpha along with Minho and Changbin. Meanwhile, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were Betas. They’ve been together for quite a while now where Chan was initially only with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin before he took in the other young ones after a few unfortunate circumstances.

Chan has been teaching them how to hunt, enhance their skills and basically provide them food and shelter. They were more like brothers instead of friends or acquaintances. Their bond was stronger than anything else. If one was injured, the other would know even if they were miles apart.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the boys were just having lunch at their usual table when Changbin’s nose began to tickle with a strong scent, only for the others to smell it too right after.

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Changbin asked quietly, earning a few nods from the rest.

Since Chan, Minho and Changbin were Alphas, they have slightly stronger werewolf senses compared to the others and they could tell that this scent was new. They knew a few other packs that were present on campus and were even friends with some of them but this?

This was a very new scent that they weren’t familiar with.

“Whoever this is, they clearly just transferred here.” Jisung stated nonchalantly.

“No shit sherlock.” Minho said, earning a low snarl from the younger boy.

“But where is it coming from? I would know if they’re in the room with us… Looks like they’re in the grounds just not in this cafeteria…” Chan said as his eyes began to scan the entire radius of the cafeteria hall.

“But can you tell if it’s a male or female?” Jeongin asked curiously only for Chan to turn back to his brothers and nod.

“It’s a female.”

A few minutes later, they were all gathered for the talk session they had with a motivational speaker regarding the academics. The 8 of them were seated in the middle row of the lecture hall. It was already filled with students from all courses, leaving only a few seats empty. One of which was at the very end of the row below them, right by the aisle and just in front of Felix.

Soon enough, the man began talking and introducing himself to the audience. The boys were just seated there, barely focusing. Neither of them were properly listening to the speaker.

However, their attention was soon diverted intensely when the same scent from earlier only grew stronger by the minute. Before they could even ask each other about it, a new face came stumbling in the main doors.

That’s when they realized where that scent was coming from.

It was you.

You were running late for the motivational talk which is why you were now sprinting across the campus to reach the main building which held the auditorium. Upon arriving, you managed to find the right hall after what felt like forever. The minute you pushed the double doors open, you were immediately met with at least 400 pairs of eyes.

The man standing on stage simply smiles at you and asks you to take a seat wherever you could find. He was nice and you could tell. However, your mind was currently spinning from the overwhelming amount of scents you could clearly smell in this hall.

There were at least 5 different werewolf packs in this room right now but there is one pack scent that was so strong and bold to you.

It literally stands out from the rest.

Just as you were about to walk to the steps on the side nearest to you, the strong grip on your forearm made you halt.

It was a lecturer you weren’t familiar with but you felt uneasy with him. The way he was staring at you from head to toe, his tightening grip on your arm made you wince.

“Are you a new student?” He asked lowly.

“Y-Yes.”

“Which class are you with?”

“I-I’m not sure. B-But I’ll just sit anywhere that’s available.” You frowned deeply before you yanked your arm out of his grip with a bit of struggle.

With that being said, you rushed up the steps towards the empty seat right next to the aisle. The moment you sat down, your fiery glare travelled back to the lecturer who was standing at the same spot he previously was in but his eyes were on you.

Damn him.

However, your mind seemed to grow fuzzy with the sudden strong scent that was intoxicating your senses now. It was so strong, as though whoever or whatever they are were extremely close to you.

Just then, the soft touch on your forearm made you flinch as you turned to come face to face with a pretty girl. She didn’t have any particular werewolf scent on her so you knew she was an ordinary human.

“Do you know which class you’re in?” She asked.

“Umm… I… I haven’t checked my timetable.”

She giggled softly before she continued, “Don’t forget to check it later so you know where to go after this. I’m Yeri by the way. You are?”

With that being said, you gave her a small smile before telling her your name.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. If you need help with anything, just ask okay?”

You nodded a little to acknowledge her but then your trail of vision got diverted to the male sitting a few seats diagonally above yours. What made you focus on him was the fact that his eyes were boring into yours. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable though. It was more like curiosity. You hold your stares for a bit and that’s when it hits you.

The scent.

It was from him.

A few nights had passed, there was going to be a full moon tonight so you decided to go hunting. Your aim was to practice your survival skills, one that your father taught you when he was still alive. You didn’t bother bringing any change of clothes, telling yourself you would most probably just go to your parent’s secret hideout in the woods.

So here you are, in the middle of the woods alone, finding yourself standing in an empty spot that had the full moon just directly above you. This spot wasn’t new to you.

This is where your parents violently got killed by the werewolf hunters.

During that horrible incident, you were hiding behind one of the huge trees after your parents told you to run. The last thing you saw was your father’s head being decapitated mercilessly before you took off running on all four paws.

Running as fast as you can, praying that the hunters didn’t catch you.

Lucky for you, they didn’t. And yet, you knew they would do everything in their will to continue finding you which is why you moved.

You were taking in the beautiful moon, deciding to change into your furry self so that you could move freely through the woods. After about an hour of just running and strolling through the woods, playing in the lake, chasing bunnies, you figured you wanted to take a quick rest.

It wasn’t until you stepped onto a pile of dead leaves that the sharp click followed by a loud snap echoed through the woods. A shrilling howl left your lips as the pain began to crawl up your broken hind legs where your human ankle would be.

You whimpered in pain, your entire body collapsing to the ground when you realized you were trapped.

Just then, a soft click of a shotgun’s hammer sounded as they locked the bullet in place and were left with pulling the trigger. Your vision was getting blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your bright gold eyes were flooded with tears, a weak whine leaving your lips as you looked up at the man who killed your parents a month ago.

“Say goodnight. Your parents are dying to see you in the afterlife.” He said while he pointed the gun to your forehead.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a low growl came from somewhere behind you.

The last thing you saw was a larger silver coloured wolf lunging itself onto the hunter and soon began to wrestle with him, only to receive help from another wolf equally the same size but a light brown colour.

And a few seconds later, you passed out cold.

The boys were in their wolf forms, strolling through the woods like they usually do except tonight with the full moon shining down at them. Everyone was having their own fun. Chan and Minho were lingering behind their younger brothers, watching over them and their safety.

Changbin was walking with Jeongin in the centre, once in a while playfully nudging Jeongin’s side with the tip of his snout.

Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were playing catch but making sure to stick close by while Seungmin was just breaking out into small jogs and twirls excitedly whenever he comes across a field of dandelions on the grass patches.

They were all roaming freely together when all of a sudden, a shrilling scream echoed in their sensitive ears making them all halt to a stop.

“What was that?!” Jisung asked through telepathy, only for Chan to transfer his message to the rest of the boys through his mind.

“I don’t know but it sounds close by.”

“I don’t feel good about this. I think someone’s injured.” Hyunjin said worriedly. However, before anyone could continue, a certain scent intoxicated Minho’s nostrils and he knew exactly what it was or who it was.

“It’s that new girl from school. She’s caught in a metal trap. We have to help her. Now!” Minho said firmly as he began running through the woods, using his sense of smell to try and detect your location. The minute he saw the man standing over your limp body with one of your hind legs horribly clamped between the metal bars, Minho raced over to you.

Right before the man could pull the trigger, Minho leaped out from the shadows, sending the man flying backwards along with himself. Minho tackles the man easily as he growls in the man’s face.

Chan soon joins in to give Minho a hand. Chan bit the shotgun and tosses it far from reach.

Right when the man began to plead for them to spare his life, Minho lets out one last growl followed by a hiss before he bites the man’s head off without a single ounce of mercy.

Normally, Chan does not condone violence to his pack. He only allows it during a life and death situation and if it involves werewolf hunters.

After the hunter’s body was laying there limp, like a headless chicken, Minho licks his canine teeth tasting the disgusting blood coating them. His glowing red eyes bore deep into the limp body, feeling anger taking over him until he heard Seungmin’s soft voice through the telepathy.

“Hyung, she fell unconscious.”

With that, Minho turned around as he and Chan quickly went over to where your body laid.

Your chest was barely moving, your leg was bleeding and probably broken, there was no sign of other injuries except for your leg.

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin were guarding the perimeter, senses heightened so as to be able to detect any danger coming their way just like how Chan had trained them to perfection.

Chan sniffed the metal trap to try and see if he could break you free from it.

“Minho, bite the other clasp. I’ll bite this side then we’ll try and pull it apart.” Chan said as the younger one walked around Seungmin and soon bit down one side of the clasp like Chan says.

The two of them managed to free your broken leg from the metal trap but now, your leg was bleeding quite a lot.

“What should we do now?” Seungmin asked.

“Take her back to our place. We’ll treat her injuries and wait till she wakes up.” Chan said firmly, earning a nod from the two boys.

Chan called the others over, asking Changbin to help him carry your limp body together.

Chan slides his head under your shoulders while Changbin does the same beside the leader. Once they were both standing on all fours, your body was splayed over their backs horizontally with your head hanging over the side of Changbin’s furry body.

They brought you back to their home, only for Felix to attend to your injury. After they had transformed back to their human self, they wore back their clothes before they went to make sure you were okay.

Felix had just finished cleaning your bloodied wound, washing it with rubbing alcohol to get rid of any bacteria when you slowly began to transform back into your human self.

Of course, you were still unconscious but you were now laying on their couch butt naked with your private parts shielded by your arms and the cross of your thighs.

Nevertheless, the boys quickly diverted their gazes away from you even though you weren’t awake.

They respected you being the only female in the house, which is why Hyunjin ran to the nearest room to get a cosy blanket and soon came back, covering your naked body with it. Felix managed to wrap your leg with the bandage but that was it. They wouldn’t want to help you wear any clothes simply because that would mean they would have to handle your nude self.

Since you were practically strangers, they weren’t gonna do it simply out of respect for you. “Now we wait…” Chan announced as the rest of them nodded.

You didn’t know how long you were out but the sudden warmth and soft material hugging your body made you stir awake. You struggled to focus your vision, finding the bright light a little too overwhelming for you.

Where are you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts. A whole list of possible scenarios were going through your mind, making a guess of which one it was.

Just then, a very familiar scent entered your nose and you recognized it immediately.

That’s when you managed to focus your blurry vision towards the figures that were gathered around the room you were currently in, finally recognizing the faces that were staring back at you in utter concern.

However, it was still a little surprising for you since you were not only in a room filled with guys who were practically strangers to you, you were also butt naked save for the blanket to shield you from their eyes. With that being said, this made you squeak as a soft gasp left your lips.

You hastily sat up, desperately pulling the blanket tighter against your body. The light brown haired male carefully approached you with his hands out in front of them to tell you he was harmless.

“Woah, hey… hey… relax, we’re not gonna hurt you. I promise. Okay?” The leader said with a warm smile as your eyes went to scan him.

You could immediately sense that what he said was true and that they all meant no harm to you. When he noticed your shoulders relax a bit, he smiled before he carefully sat down beside you, making sure to avoid your broken leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you noticed the others were intently staring between you and their leader.

“I… It hurts…” You whispered, eyes finding its own way to the one leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest. He had ash blue hair, his eye shape was similar to a feline cat and you vividly remember he was the same guy you had a mini staring contest on that first day in the auditorium hall.

“I know it does. So we will try our best to take care of you until it heals… But, only if you agree to stay and let us help. Of course we understand if you want to leave since you don’t know us. It’s up to you. We won’t force you.” The leader said, making you turn to him as your grip on the blanket only loosened slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to decide on staying after you practically could sense sincerity and safety from them. So upon agreeing to their kind offer, the leader went ahead and introduced them to you.

“Since we don’t have any female clothes for you, are you okay if we lend you some of ours for the time being?” Chan asked, to which you nodded gently.

You carefully got up, making sure to wrap the blanket around your body securely. However, the minute you put a small amount of pressure on your injured leg, your knee buckled from the excruciating pain. A soft whimper left your lips as you were about to collapse to the ground. Instead, you never made it to the ground thanks to the strong pair of arms that reached out just in time to catch your waist.

Your free hand flew out to grab onto his shirt, not really seeing who saved you from the fall until you looked up to see who it was.

It’s Minho.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked as you nodded. Except, he didn’t miss the tear that was threatening to roll down your cheeks. You were visibly trying to hold in the pain but he knew it was difficult.

“Let me help.” He offered softly as you could only nod.

With that being said, Minho bends down to carry you bridal style before telling his brothers that he was going to bring you to his room for you to change and rest in. Chan agreed saying it was a good idea since it was already nearing 1 in the morning.

Once Minho made it to his bedroom, he brought you in only to close the door behind him using his foot. He gently placed you down on his king sized bed, making sure to not hurt your leg.

After he laid you down on the bed, he went over to his closet and took out a clean oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“Here, change into this then go and rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. The others will be right down the hall in their bedrooms, okay?” His voice was so gentle, you almost forgot you didn't know this guy personally.

When he saw you nod subtly, he flashed you a smile and was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist softly to stop him.

“Thank you… all of you…” You whispered, earning a smile from him before he told you to rest.

The small jolt of electricity running through your veins at the skin contact didn’t go unnoticed between you two but you decided to ignore it until he left. The minute he closed the door, you gently caressed your hand that reached out for his wrist.

Little did you know, he did the same to his hand where you left a tingling sensation to his skin.

What was that feeling?

From the first day they met you at the auditorium, Chan could already sense you were an Omega. That night when they saved you from being killed, Chan already knew he would take you into the pack. It was just a matter of whether or not you want to accept his offer. It has been three months since they saved you that night.

Ever since then, it was pretty obvious that you’ve grown slightly closer to them and they were already treating you like a part of their pack. Despite not giving a firm answer yet on whether you want to officially be in their pack or not, Chan still treated you with respect and like you were a part of their little family.

And for that, you were grateful.

However, during the past three months, you’ve also developed a little crush on Minho.

Not only was he always sweet and caring towards you, he was also the one who offered to lend you his bedroom and his clothes when you stayed over for the few days after you got injured.

Although you tried your best to hide your feelings for him, it looks like the other boys could sense it considering how Jisung and Felix would sometimes tease you whenever Minho was around. You would normally just brush them off or just plainly ignore them. Yet, sometimes Minho would catch you blushing when the boys tease you about him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you had just finished your first class and were just keeping some of your books in your locker when a figure appeared beside you with an arm resting against the lockers. You glanced up to find Minho smiling down at you adorably, his eyes disappearing into two crescent moons.

“Hey, joining us for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, just keeping some books I don’t need for later.” You said, only to feel him tuck the stray hairs behind your ear.

This small gesture was enough to make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling but he was making it so difficult as he soon began to gently play with your hair, telling you it's pretty and soft.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he slid his hand down only to rest on your waist. After you closed your locker, you turned to face him, letting him slide his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. However, before any of you could say anything, Changbin’s teasing voice broke out from behind you.

“Aye, finally the two lovebirds acknowledge each other’s feelings huh?” This made Jisung and Chan, who were with Changbin, to chuckle in amusement.

You pulled away from Minho only for the boy to speak up.

“Seo Changbin, if you don’t keep that stupid mouth of yours shut, I’ll make sure you sleep on the porch tonight.” Minho threatened, earning a silly face from Changbin who clearly gives no shit.

A few more weeks went by, you only grew closer and closer to the boys and yet you still weren’t in their pack. You had been so dependent on your parents that when they left you, it almost rendered you insane. It took you a while to accept that you were a lone wolf but after that incident, it only made you stronger and much more independent.

That’s why until now, you still haven’t accepted Chan’s offer on being in his pack despite knowing they were good people. It wasn’t because you still didn’t trust these boys. It was just in your nature for being an Omega, to feel independent.

It was a Friday evening, you haven’t been to the boys’ place for almost a week now but you still saw them and spent time with them in school.

Just then, you distinctly heard a familiar howl which sounded like they were in pain.

It was far but you knew where it came from and who the howl belonged to. You didn’t bother changing out of your pyjamas, running out of your apartment and straight to the direction of the howl through the woods that were right behind your run down apartment complex.

You ran as fast as your two feet could take you, already memorizing the woods in the back of your head. You followed the scent as it got stronger with every corner you took which means you were getting close.

That’s when you recognized Chan and Changbin’s furry self attacking the three hunters while Minho’s wolf form was laying there on the ground against the tree with his mouth in a nuzzle.

“No, no, no!” You hissed as you ran to him, cupping his large wolf face in your small hands.

“Minho! Minho, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Please…” You whispered desperately as his eyes were closed. You reached behind his head to unclasp the nuzzle, freeing his snout from it.

You looked around to see there was a shotgun laying just a few feet from you so you crawled over to it and locked the bullets in place before you aimed it at the hunter that was struggling under Chan’s grip. One of the 3 hunters was lying dead on the ground headless. So with one deep breath, you pulled the trigger, shooting the hunter straight through the side of his head.

Chan jumped back a little only to turn to the side and locked eyes with you who had the gun pointed to them. You quickly shifted your aim to Changbin and the last hunter, but it was slightly difficult due to them rolling and throwing each other around.

Before you could pull the trigger, Changbin growled and soon tore the hunter’s limbs apart one by one before settling for the head.

You threw the shotgun as far away as possible, turning back to Minho who was going in and out of consciousness. However, feeling as though you needed to make sure he was still alive, you gently stroked his furry chest to try and feel for his heartbeat.

Chan and Changbin came back to you and Minho, only for them to talk to you through telepathy.

“He’s badly wounded. We need to aid him fast.” Chan said.

“Let’s quickly get him home. Are you gonna stay with us tonight?” Changbin asked, making you nod at them.

With that being said, all four of you quickly made it back to their home with Minho on top of the two, just like they did with you on the night they found you trapped.

Once you all arrived at their house, you quickly ran to their door, knocking it frantically and it took them less than 2 seconds to open the door.

“Oh shit, quickly, get in.” Hyunjin said as the 3 wolves entered only for the two to gently place Minho on the couch.

“His leg got shot twice, one more on his left rib and a plunge to his shoulder.” Changbin told Felix as the younger one began to get to work with Seungmin’s assistance. In the meantime, the two boys went upstairs to go change while you stayed behind with the others in the kitchen.

“How come you were with them?” Jisung asked as you leaned against the counter with Hyunjin standing beside you while Jisung and Jeongin stood opposite from you.

“I was at home when I heard a howl. I knew immediately they were in pain and it sounded very familiar. So I went to check.” You explained as the boys exchanged knowing glances to one another.

“Noona? Can I ask you something?” Jisung asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you get any particular feeling when you heard the howl?”

“I just… I felt like it was someone close to me. Someone I cared for… Someone I-”

“-love?” Jeongin finished your sentence for you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“We know… We can always tell when one of us is in love… And we’ve known that from the start about Minho towards you. We just… couldn’t tell exactly for you since you’re not part of the pack.” Hyunjin explained, only for you to understand better.

Minho loves you?

You frowned as you stared at your feet for a while before you looked past Jisung’s shoulder to find Seungmin placing a blanket over Minho’s wolf form.

You were worried. You were terrified. The last thing you wanted was to never get to say goodbye to him. Never get to say the three words you hoped to tell him one day. Lucky for you, it wasn’t going to be a worry for you anytime soon.

Felix and Seungmin carefully left Minho there to rest as they approached the four of you in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Jeongin asked.

“He just needs plenty of rest. We managed to take out the bullets so I’m sure he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Felix explained.

Since Minho was an Alpha, it means that he heals faster than the younger ones did. Same goes for Chan and Changbin if they ever got injured by something that wasn’t deadly to them. So with that being said, you excused yourself to go check on Minho, earning nods from the rest of them.

They watched as you made your way to Minho’s peaceful form on the couch.

“Why can’t they just confess already? They’re practically the perfect soulmates for each other.” Seungmin sighed with a smile.

“I know right?” Felix giggled.

“Come on, let’s give them some space.” Hyunjin said as he began to pull his brothers upstairs to let you and Minho have some privacy.

You sat on the floor in front of Minho’s adorable snout, gently caressing his soft fur on his neck. You gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose before whispering to him.

“Please be okay… I don’t want to lose you.”

His soft breaths filled your sensitive ears as you stroked his chest like a lullaby for him.

A few minutes of silence accompanied you, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep with the top of your head leaning against his neck and right underneath his chin. You didn’t know how long you were asleep but you woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing your hair.

Successfully stirring awake, you brought your head up only to find Minho back in his human form and still in all his naked glory but with the blanket covering his waist down.

You immediately got to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a soft giggle from him as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hi princess.” His sultry voice echoes in your ear, making you blush.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” You whispered, hearing him chuckle softly.

“Of course I have to be okay, I won’t leave you hanging.” His words made you pull back from him, staring into his adorable round eyes. Minho could sense your confusion in which he laughed.

With that, he reached up to cup your cheeks and gently caressed it with his thumbs before he whispered.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You didn’t know what came over you but you suddenly felt brave. It has been screaming at you to do this for quite a while now, you just chose to ignore it. But this time, you felt like it was the right time to do it.

So with one small breath, you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him instantly smile against your lips. Both of you felt sparks shooting out of the kiss as he pulled you on top of him. His hands flew down to your waist while your small hands cupped his face softly.

Minho’s tongue teased you as he licked your bottom lip before tugging it in between his teeth.

His grip on your waist tightened, making you sit firmly on his thighs. You completely forgot he was butt naked until you felt something poking your inner thigh. It wasn’t until he pulled away from your lips to smile cheekily up at you.

“Should we go to my bedroom?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re healed? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You asked.

Minho kissed you again only to pull back and smirk, “Trust me sweetheart, I’m already good to go. I’m an Alpha, remember?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but nevertheless found it so attractive.

Minho laughed as he captured you in a kiss yet again before he stood up with you on his waist, your legs wrapped around his hips. A small yelp escaped your lips as he carried you up to his bedroom. Once you made it to his room, he kicked his door close and locked it before gently tossing you onto his bed.

He crawled over to you until he was situated in between your legs, making you nervous.

“You know you can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, right baby? I will never force you to do something you’re not okay with.” Minho reassured you as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

You were nervous, yes because it would be your first time mating. However, you didn’t feel uncomfortable because you trusted him. So you weren’t going to stop him.

Not now. Not ever.

“I want you… Minho. Please… I… I love you.” You whispered with your eyes closed, too afraid to look at him. What you missed was how his eyes grew even softer the minute you said those last three words. Minho never felt this way before. Sure he has mated before and none of it works out. But this time, it all felt so foreign to him.

You weren’t just another one of his playmates. You weren’t a random stranger whom he would have sex with and leave. You were someone he cared for, someone he grew fond of, someone he trusts, and most importantly, someone he loves.

With that being said, Minho smiles as he leans down to close the gap before he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Right after, he kisses you like his life depends on it. Pouring out his love for you through the kiss, hoping you could feel his sincerity. He felt your hands sliding down his chest, only to trace your fingertips along the outlines of his abs.

He helped you discard your pyjamas, tossing them onto the ground as he then realized you only had your panties and no bra.

“Did you really just leave your apartment like this?” He chuckled, pecking your lips a few times.

“I got worried okay... I wanted to make sure no one’s hurt…” You blushed as he teased you.

“Aww, so you rushed out without thinking to change just because you were worried about me?” Minho smirked down at you.

“Shut up, Min. I didn’t know who it was when I ran out okay…” You pushed his face away with your hands only for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” You pouted as he pulled away to look at your disappointed face, making him chuckle and kiss you repeatedly, saying you looked too cute.

“Okay okay, I believe you baby.” Minho chuckled, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger there for a bit. Both of you took your own sweet time with each other. He promised to be gentle with you and that was exactly what he did. Only going rough once in a while so that you could both reach your highs.

Minho marked you as his partner and you were happy he did. But there was only one thing left that you haven’t done.

After he cleaned you, you were both lying in bed under his soft duvet. He was just gently playing with your hair while you laid your head on his chest. His mind was filled with nothing but you. All until you spoke up.

“I want to be in Chan’s pack.”

Minho’s fingers stopped whatever it was doing, only for him to stare down at you.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve thought about it… And I want to be in Chan’s pack.” You repeated again, causing him to smile.

“Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded with a small smile, making him huff. After almost 4 months of spending time with them, getting to know each of them better, you realized that they were nothing but a family to one another. And with your tragic past, maybe being in Chan’s pack wouldn’t be so bad. Not only will you have a family of your own, but you also have someone who you loved dearly.

So why not right?

With that being said, Minho kissed you again and again on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and your lips. All you did was giggle.

“Let’s go tell Chan!” Minho said excitedly as he leaped out of bed butt naked, going around to collect both your clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once you were both changed, he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours only to run down the hall, accidentally bumping into Jisung and Changbin as you did so.

“Bang Chan!” Minho called out as he burst open the elder’s bedroom door, only to find Chan just reading something from his book shelves.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Chan smiled as he placed his book down on the desk but Minho was quick to tell him the news.

“Y/N wants to be part of the pack.”

With that, Chan’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you with a happy glint in his eyes.

“Really?”

You gave him a firm nod in which Chan couldn’t help but grin.

“Well then, welcome to the family Y/N.” Chan announced, only for the rest of them to rush in.

“Noona’s finally part of us?!” Felix and Jisung asked in unison, earning a solid yes from Chan. The younger ones immediately ran to you to give you a hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as they welcomed you warmly. After you were done exchanging hugs, Chan spoke up to get everyone’s attention.

“Also, I think it’s pretty clear that Y/N is now out of bound to the rest of us except Minho.” Chan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the male who had his fingers laced with yours.

“Yeah so don’t even think about it.” Minho warned, pretending to threaten his brothers but of course he didn’t actually plan to hurt them if they got close to you since they already loved you like a sister.

“Don’t worry brother, she’s all yours.” Changbin smiled cheekily, only for you to blush.

You were glad that you found them. You were glad they saved you that night and not any other pack. You were glad they came into your life. Because they taught you how to be strong again. They taught you how to survive. And most importantly, Minho taught you how to love again.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Happy Fucking New Year!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 5071

Summary: You and Bucky spend New Year’s Eve together in Paris!

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal play, cum eating), explicit descriptions of violence, minor character death, SMUT, 18+ only!!!

A/N: Well, my grandma ass passed out while literally writing this fic last night at like 10PM so sorry it’s late! But it’s still New Year’s Day so whatever. It’s kinda fun, I definitely enjoy having Bucky and Sam be complete idiots while our poor reader is the only one with common sense, so you may be seeing a lot of those two fucking things up in this series. Join my taglist here if you’re inclined and a Happy New Year to all you lovely hoes!

“Damn, Barnes. Look at your ass in that tux.”

He choked on his champagne when you snuck up behind him, grabbing one ass cheek and giving it a squeeze before he had a chance to turn around.

He didn’t know how you always managed to catch him off guard.  He was used to being able to pick up on any threat immediately, but you were always able to slip under his defenses.

The expression that came over his face when he finally saw you was priceless. You loved surprising him with shockingly revealing outfits, offending those sweet old man sensibilities he pretended to have in public. But you knew exactly what he was thinking as his eyes drank you in.

The gown you had picked was a deep blue velvet that hugged your curves. While the skirt was tight against your legs, it still could’ve possibly been considered modest. The top though…. The v of the neck wasn’t as deep as your usual style, but the back dipped so low he wondered how you could possibly be wearing panties. All he could think of was snapping those thin straps with his vibranium hand and watching the fabric slide over your soft skin before it pooled around your ankles.

He couldn’t believe the two of you were spending New Year’s Eve in Paris. You’d barely had a chance to speak to each other after your tryst in Stockholm, and now you were together in the city of lights on one of the most romantic nights of the year.

“Hey, Barnes, you still in there?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He grinned at you as he watched you take a sip of champagne. “Just wondering where you’re hiding your knives in that dress?”

“Mmm, if this night goes according to plan, maybe I’ll let you look for them later.” You teased him, giving him a wink as you walked your fingers across his chest.

“Alright, that’s enough. You two promised to cool it with the kinky shit over comms.”

The two of you turned to shrug apologetically at Sam, who was glaring murderously at you from across the foyer.

“Sorry Sammy.” You whispered, tittering to yourself.

“Yeah, sorry Sammy.” Bucky gave him a stupid grin as the three of you started slowly moving to one the hallways leading to the main building.

“You don’t get to call me that, Barnes. You keep getting me into these fucking stupid situations, and your poor girlfriend always has to get us out. We were almost home, man, and you just had to follow that shady fucker at the airport.”

“No, he was following me. And anyways, I was right about him. I told you HYDRA had various goon squads lurking around.”

“You guessed.”

“I guessed right.”

“So, you admit it, you guessed!”

“Hey, boys!” You furrowed your brow as you turned to glare at the two of them, a little annoyed at the bickering. “Isn’t there supposed to be a door here?”

They finally shut up and followed your line of sight to where all the intelligence indicated the access door to the arsenal should be located.

Bucky let out a deep sigh and clenched his jaw, his eyes moving up the wall until they found the tiny hatch in the corner, fifteen feet off the floor. He turned his head to Sam and growled.

“You were in charge of reconnaissance. Do you not know the difference between a door and a hatch? Do your little robot minions not know how to take measurements?”

“Hey, don’t blame the robots man! This was based on human intelligence, which I’m pretty sure is your responsibility.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You ground your teeth together as you listened to the two of them, not sure how you were able to put up with this shit. You took in your surroundings, trying to figure out a way through this situation.

“Well one of us has to get up there.” You murmured to yourself.

“I nominate robot boy.”

“Ok, ya know what, they’re not robots. I might’ve been able to let it go but, heh, I can’t. They’re drones. And if you think me buzzing one of those through the party out there is inconspicuous…”

“Oh, not one of your robots, you. What if I throw you at the hatch?”

One glance at him let you know he was seriously considering throwing your friend at the hatch. You rolled your eyes as you slipped out of your pumps.

“Ok, now you’re trying to piss me off, I just told you they were drones. And you are not throwing me at that tiny door. It’s not even open.”

“Well, if I throw you hard enough, that won’t matter.”

“It’s a solid steel door, dumbass. And I’m pretty sure it opens outward. I vote we come back later with some tools.”

“We’re on a timetable. I say we settle this with some old-fashioned rock, paper, scissors.”

“Um, no, you cheat.”

“How can you cheat at rock, paper, scissors?”

You did your best to tune them out as you stretched, sighing as you gathered your dress up over your thighs and grumbling to yourself about ruining another outfit.

“I don’t know, but you do. Ok, if you use your normal hand, maybe that’ll work.”

“Whatever, I’ll still win.”

You walked back down the hall, then turned and sprinted past the two of them, vaulting off one leg when you reached the corner and using your momentum to spring yourself off the wall until you were able to brace yourself in the tiny alcove next to the hatch.

“Could one of you toss me the laser driver from my clutch?” You called down to them, now that they had finally stopped their incessant arguing.

Sam grinned up at you as he picked your clutch off the ground, tossing the driver to you when he found it.

“Man, every time.” He shook his head at Bucky as you started working on dismantling the door. “I don’t know how your dumbass has survived this long without us, Barnes. You can’t just punch your way through everything.”

“I’m sorry, ‘us’? Seems like she’s doing all the work while you’re just bossy.”

“Can you two just give it a rest? I’m in.” You pulled the hatch open and slid through it, hanging over the edge by your fingertips for just a second before softly dropping on the balls of your feet on the other side. “Fuck, that’s a lot of bombs.”

“What kinds of bombs?” Sam asked over the comms, all business now.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but this sure looks like tesseract related tech to me.”

“Shit.” Bucky hissed. “Any way to disarm?”

“Well, probably, sweetie, but there’s at least 100 of these fuckers, and I don’t really feel like spending all of New Year’s Eve playing ‘which wire?’”

“Alright, just give us a second.”

You heard a yelp from outside and all of a sudden Sam’s torso came flying through the open hatch, his hips catching on the edge.

“Did he just throw you?” You asked, not bothering to hide the grin that spread over you face as Sam looked for something to swing down with. You dragged over an empty shelf and he pulled himself through, climbing down gingerly to come stand beside you.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking menace.” He grumbled, brushing some debris off his shoulders. He whistled through his teeth when he got a good look at the stockpile you had uncovered. “Shit.”

“Fuck me.” Bucky murmured, suddenly behind the two of you, making Sam jump.

“Goddamn it Barnes, why you gotta always be so stealthy?”

“Maybe you just need to pay better attention, what if I’d been a goon?”

“You are a goon.”

“Oh my god, I cannot do another round of this. Sam, can you call this in please? Maybe Sharon will have some idea of what to do about the massive pile of shit we just stepped in.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll call the boss.”

You went to examine the bombs more closely. They all seemed to have remote triggers, but you didn’t want to take the chance that they were volatile, so you resisted the urge to pick one up.

“Yeah, this is definitely tesseract tech.” Bucky muttered, and your heart jumped into your throat when you turned to see him tossing one of the bombs into the air and catching it again in his vibranium hand.

“Motherfucker put that down you idiot! What if there had been a pressure sensor?”

Bucky stared at you for a second, then back at the bomb in his hand. “Right, whoops.” He placed it back on the pile gingerly and gave you a sheepish grin.

“I swear to god, the two of you are going to end up getting me killed.”

“Ok, boss said they have a remote drone about one minute out that should have the ability to disarm these. She just wanted us to open the skylight for it.”

“The what?” You hissed at him.

“Uh….”

“There’s a fucking skylight?” You looked up and scoffed, seeing a very large window right there in the ceiling.

“Nice, Wilson.” Bucky just shook his head at him.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You didn’t know about it either.”

“No more! One of you morons get up there and open it!” You were seething. “You’re lucky I like the two of you or I swear to god, I would stab the both of you right now.”

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors?”

“No!! Bucky, just fucking do it.” You screwed your eyes shut and pressed your fingers into the peaks of your eyebrows.

“You got it, beautiful. You’re so cute when you’re mad… shit.”

He had to scramble up one of the shelves as you tried to charge at him, but Sam was able to hold you back at the last second.

“Ok, let’s all just take some deep breaths. It’s all good. The drones on the way. We didn’t have to fight anyone. And there’s still 25 minutes until midnight, so we’ll all get to toast the new year.”

Right as he uttered that last word, a large door on the opposite end of the room opened, and three goons carrying large guns entered.

“Goddamn it, Wilson, you jinxed us. And look, another fucking door!”

“Yeah, they do seem to be popping up everywhere.” He muttered under his breath. “Hey, fellas, we were just…. god, y’know what, I’m too tired to come up with something. Should we just fight?”

You sneered at him before hefting one of the bombs and chucking at the head of one of the guards, hitting him right between the eyes and knocking him out.

“OOHH! What if that had gone off?” Sam yelled at you as you charged the two standing goons who were still standing, diving at the last second to roll one of them over your shoulder.

“Oh, so only you and grandpa are allowed to make stupid decisions, then?” You said, pulling out a knife from under your skirt and trying to stab the guard who was still standing. You were just a little too slow and he dodged you, making you hiss. “Do you mind giving me a hand?”

“Shit, right.” He found a metal pipe leaning against the corner and walked over to where the first guard was starting to come to his senses, bringing it around in an arc to crash against his chin, knocking him out again.

“Drone’s here! Aww man, you guys started a fight without me?” Bucky had climbed back down to find the two of you grappling with your respective opponents.

He walked over and punched the asshole that had Sam in a chokehold in the face with his vibranium fist, feeling a satisfying crunch as he went down. Bucky started to stride over to give you a hand as Sam tried to catch his breath when you suddenly drove your knife up under your opponent’s ribs, giving it a twist before you withdrew it.

“Y’know,” He murmured as he watched you bend over to clean off the blade on the dead man’s jacket. “I’m a little mad at you now. I was looking forward to looking for that later tonight.” He grinned at you, nodding at the knife in your hand as you drew up your skirt to return it to the sheath on your thigh.

“Don’t worry sweetie, there’s plenty hiding under here for you to discover.” You teased him as he pulled you to him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips and moaning against your mouth. He always got so worked up after watching you fight.

“Ugh, I’m still here, you freaks!”

“Shit, sorry Sam!” You flashed an apologetic grin at your friend as he glared at you. Bucky was pulling at the front of his pants and screwing his eyes closed as he tried to fight his obvious erection.

“There’s something wrong with you two.” He muttered under his breath as he started climbing the shelves to leave through the skylight.

The drone had done its job. All the indicator lights on the bombs were off, showing there were no longer armed. You gave a small sigh of satisfaction before looking up at the skylight.

“Gimme a boost, Buck.”

“Yep.” He hooked his hands under one of your heels and grinned to himself as he brought his arms up a little faster than you had intended, flinging you up to the roof in one swift motion and making you yelp.

“You’re such a dick!” You shouted down to him as he started to climb out after you, making him laugh. “What time is it Sam?”

“Hey, we’ve still got 10 minutes to midnight!” He said, giving you a grin.

“Ooh, think we can make it back?”

“Yeah, it’s just a couple rooftops over! Barnes, move your ass!”

Bucky was just climbing onto the roof as you and Sam started jogging towards the adjacent building and cursed under his breath as he clambered to follow you.

Sam let out a whoop as he leaped between the buildings, one of his drones catching him halfway and carrying him to the other side.

“Oh my god was that waiting out here the whole time?” You scolded him as he swooped back to lift you across the gap, depositing you softly on the next roof.

“Yeah, why are you surprised?”

You just gave him a laugh as Bucky flung himself over the space between the structures, rolling in his landing and scowling at the two of you when he regained his feet.

“No thanks, I don’t need any help.” He growled at Sam, voice dripping with sarcasm as he brushed some pebbles off the shoulder of his tux jacket.

“You’re fine.” Sam waved a dismissive hand as the three of you walked to the next edge, which led to your hotel.

You dropped down first to the ledge that was 10 feet below, landing on the balls of your feet and twisting just a bit to gain your balance before you started gliding towards the window to your room.

“You good, Y/N?” Sam called as they watched you crouch as much as you could when you reached the end of the ledge.

“She’s got it.” Bucky muttered as you uncurled your body like a whip, shooting across the gap between the two buildings, latching onto the buttress above your window as you stretched down, your toes reaching for the lower sill. You found your purchase and released one hand to draw the window open, then slipped inside easily. “See?” He gave Sam a grin as he moved to follow you.

It only took the two of them a minute to join you, and you met them with champagne and a pleased smile on your face.

“Hello boys, just in time for the countdown!”

You passed out the drinks and took one for yourself before the three of you headed out to the small balcony that was around the corner from the window you had entered through.

“And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!” The three of you shouted.

You heard the city erupt in cheers and fireworks started exploding over the Eiffel tower. Bucky set his champagne flute down and drew you into his arms, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You sighed as you opened up to him, welcoming the crisp taste of champagne on his tongue as he curled it against yours.

“Ooookay, that is my cue to leave.” Sam said, downing the rest of his drink and avoiding making eye contact with either of you as he made his exit.

“Mmm, Happy New Year, Sammy!” You called after him. Bucky just waved a hand at him as his mouth moved down to your neck, his lips trailing over your throat as his other hand pressed against the small of your back.

“Just, remember to take out your comms, I’m begging you.” Sam said before shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck, right.” You plucked yours out of your ear and set it next to your glass as Bucky drew you back into the room, sucking on the curve of your shoulder softly. He released you for just a second to remove his own comm and closed the door to the balcony before turning back to you.

“Oh, that fucking dress.” He growled as he took you in, his eyes dark with desire. “You know, I’ve been wanting to peel you out of that thing all night, you damn cock tease.”

You stepped into him and pressed your hand against the bulge in his pants as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Mmm, your always so good to me when I tease you though, baby. I can’t help it.” You moved your hands up to start undoing his tie. “Besides, I don’t know how you can blame me for teasing you when you’re walking around in this tux. I’ve been wet all night.” You whipped the tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt as you took his earlobe between your lips and sucked on it.

His hands moved to your ass and squeezed as he ground his hips against you, making you gasp. “Don’t tell me that unless you want me to do something about it. Fuck, are you even wearing anything under here?”

You slid his jacket off his shoulders and followed it with his shirt, running your fingers over his bare torso before starting to undo his belt. “Why don’t you get it off me and find out?” You purred, gazing up at him through your lashes as you drew the belt through the loops and moved to unbutton his fly.

He leered at you and brought his hands up to your shoulders, running the thin straps of your gown through his fingers before snapping them easily. He sighed as he watched the material slither over your curves and pool at your feet. “I fucking knew it.”

You were completely bare under his gaze, aside from the two knife belts you had around your thighs, each of which contained 2 blades.

“Damn it, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“What?”

“Could we have one night where you don’t end up ruining at least one expensive item of clothing?” You sighed, bending over to pick up the dress and shooting him a soft look of reproval.

“Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I get too excited.” He did feel a little bad, but every time you wore something like that, all he could think of was ripping it off you.

“Well, now you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You teased, tossing the dress aside and drawing him closer.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured as his fingers moved to start undoing the belts around your thighs. He brushed his lips against the small hollow beneath your ear as he worked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin there as his fingers brushed over your legs, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You want me to show you how sorry I am with my tongue?” He set aside the two belts and moved a hand to cup your sex, groaning at how warm and wet he found you.

“God, just fucking do it.” You hissed as he teased a finger between your folds, barely brushing against your heat before withdrawing again.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He picked you up and carried you a few feet to lay you on the dining room table, kicking the chairs out of the way with a clatter.

He gave you a searing kiss, taking your breath with him when he withdrew to kneel between your thighs. His stubble tickled at your skin as he moved his lips and tongue up your inner thigh at an agonizing pace, moving to the other thigh when he had almost reached your cunt and making you whine.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your dress, pretty girl.” He finally dragged his tongue over your slit and you let out a low moan, your fingers burying themselves in his hair as he repeated the motion. “Wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but this pussy does things to me.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against you and drew it over your entrance heavily, slurping up all the evidence of your arousal with an obscene sound before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. The whimper you let out made his cock twitch as your thighs clenched around his shoulders, drawing him into you even further.

“God, Bucky, right there.” You murmured as he increased the pressure on your bundle of nerves and inserted two fingers into your cunt, moaning at the feeling of your satiny walls clenching around him. He curled them just a bit and you wailed, arching your back into him as you started whispering “please” over and over like a prayer.

He grinned against you as he shook his head slightly, pressing himself even further into your heat and lapping up the juices that leaked from you as he fucked you with his fingers.

He added a third finger and crooked his wrist just slightly and that was it. Every muscle in your body went rigid as you came against his face, soaking him in your release as you clamped down on his fingers and sobbed with pleasure. You released him slightly, only to spasm again from the aftershocks as your muscles quivered around him. He finally managed to draw himself away and stood between your legs, grinning down as he watched you come down from your orgasm, shivering occasionally as a random jolt of pleasure shot through you.

“You think you can forgive me?” He asked wickedly as he finished undoing his slacks and slid them over his hips, followed by his boxer briefs. He drew his hand over his length as he waited for you to answer, nudging the tip of his cock against your folds and making you yelp.

“Fuck, yes. God Bucky.” You sat up and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face to yours violently. You ground your hips against him, groaning as you felt his shaft slide through your slick easily. He started to lift you to bring you to the bedroom and you shook your head a bit before releasing him. “No, I need it now.”

He grinned at you as he teased his head against your clit, making you whine. “You want me to fuck you right here on the table?”

“God, yes please. Gimme that cock. I need you inside me.” It was driving you crazy. You brought a hand between the two of you and wrapped it around him, making him hiss as you lined him up. “I want you to split me open then fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

He let out a low growl from deep in his chest. He loved when you talked like this. He pushed into slowly with a groan until he was sheathed to the hilt, relishing in the feel of you clenching around him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. So tight and warm. What else you want me to do to you?” He started moving his hips slowly, grinding them against you each time he was bottomed out.

“Shit,” You were panting with need as he moved inside you, his cock dragging against your g-spot over and over and making it hard to think. “I want your mouth on my tits. God, just like that.” He was following your instructions beautifully, dragging his tongue over the inner slope of your breast as his hips kept up their slow pace. “Fuck, baby, suck on my nipples now.”

He did as you asked, swirling his tongue over the sensitive buds as his lips closed around them, sucking softly and making you whine. He’d always been good at following orders.

“Mmm, move faster.” You commanded, wrapping your fingers in his hair as he continued lavishing attention on your breasts.

He obliged easily, picking up the pace until he was slamming into you, knocking the breath out of you. You met each of his thrusts with your own, mewling as you felt a coil starting to knot in your abdomen.

“God, I’m gonna cum.” You whined.

One more drive of his hips and the coil broke, making you scream. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as you went stiff for just a beat before everything released. He smiled into your neck as you vibrated against him, panting heavily as you came down.

He kept fucking into you like a man possessed. He brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed you softly as he felt you relax a bit. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, you did great.” You laughed into his mouth as he kept moving.

“You’re in charge, pretty girl. What do you want now?”

“God, work my clit. Fuck, just like that.” You were having trouble focusing as he did what you asked. “I need your mouth on my neck. Hngh, Bucky! That’s so good.”

“What else, beautiful?” he grinned against your throat, loving how easily you were coming apart around him. He picked up the pace with his hips a little more and felt you flutter around him.

“Shit, stick your thumb up my ass.”

He was not prepared for that and his hips faltered for a bit. He whipped his head up to stare at you as he regained his composure.

“What?”

“Ahh, fuck.” You were just a little embarrassed. You usually liked to ramp up to this type of thing, and especially with Bucky, you had wanted go really slow with this particular kink. You didn’t know how much of a thing anal play had been in the 40s. “Um, you can forget I said that.”

To your surprise, he broke out into an absolutely sinful grin and gave you a savage kiss as he laid you back on the table, stilling his hips but keeping himself sheathed in you as he drew your knees up to your shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass, baby.” He said as he started moving his hips again, dragging his thumb through the slick that was leaking out around his cock and moving it down until it was pressing against your pretty hole, making you gasp.

“Bucky, don’t tease me.”

“Thinking about this tight little hole wrapped around my cock, I was worried you’d never let me in.” You moaned as he pressed himself through the tight ring of muscle and your eyes rolled up into your skull as you arched yourself into him. “But here you are, giving me a fucking invitation.”

He gave a groan when both your holes clenched around him, and he felt his cock moving in your cunt with his thumb through the thin lining between your passages. He drew himself out halfway and slammed back into violently, the tip of him barely kissing your cervix and making you whine.

His fingers on your clit pressed down hard and you flew apart around him, your orgasm ripping through you with abandon. The scream you let out was otherworldly as you creamed all over his cock.

The sight of you writhing beneath him sent him over his own edge and he shouted your name as his cum spurted inside of you, coating your walls and his dick as he collapsed on top of you.

You were still trembling as aftershocks rippled through your body. He kissed your neck and pulled out of you gently. You barely noticed, you were so fucked out.

“Shit sweetheart.” He muttered as he drew himself up. “This body treats me so fucking good. Damn, look at that.” He drew your knees apart and stared appreciatively at you pussy, still clenching as you came down. His cum was slowly leaking out of you and dribbling over your puckered hole. “Let’s clean you up.”

You had expected him to go get a towel, but he knelt down and dragged his tongue over first your asshole, then your slit, making you sob as he lapped up the mixture of your releases. When he drew his tongue over your clit, you came again immediately, it was so overstimulated.

“Fuck, you ok, Y/N?” He hadn’t expected you to be that sensitive and was worried he might have overdone it. He brought himself back up to look you in the eyes, cupping one cheek in the palm of his hand as he studied your face with concern.

“God, Bucky, I’m fucking great.” You gave him a sloppy grin as you stared up at him, turning your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand. “I don’t think I can walk though.” Your legs were jelly.

He just laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom and laying on the bed. He covered you with the sheets and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. He was only gone for a minute before he was sliding behind you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Happy New Year, beautiful.” He whispered into your hair as you drifted off to sleep, drowsy now that you were surrounded with his warmth.

“Happy fucking New Year, Bucky.” You murmured before you dozed off, blissfully satisfied.

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You're somebody else || stiles stilinski

summary: black!fem!reader is a drug addict and she used to be best friends with stiles but they haven't talked in ages so he's confused on how she went from being a kind girl to a drug addict who never behaves.

genre: angst, murder

warnings: drugs, rehab, murder, blood, violence, sexual references, depression, swearing, arguing

word count: 1.1k

song that fits: you're somebody else or gangster or high enough

a/n: for this one, I was inspired when I was listening to you're somebody else and I thought of rue so there is a face claim this time. it's also a lot darker than others I've written.

Y/N's Point of View: I walked through the crowded hallways of Beacon Hills Highschool, my hoodie hiding my face or at least half of my face. I ignored the whispers and disgusted looks directed at me, pushing them away from my train of thought. My curls fell against the side of my face, poking my eyes and cheeks no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I made my way to my locker, entering the combination like I hadn't missed out on two months of school because I had been sent to rehab. I checked the timetable quickly before grabbing my books and whatever else I needed before making my way to Ms. Baird's class for Health. Fun. I entered the classroom before at least half of the class, sitting near the back of the classroom where I'd be hidden from most of the class. "Miss L/N, please remove the hoodie," Ms. Baird told me from the front of the class, making everyone turn around in their seats to whisper. I ignored her. "Miss L/N, I won't repeat myself again," she said in a warning tone. "And what makes you think that I wanted to listen to you the first time?" I asked her, deliberately getting on her nerves. She frowned at me before moving on and continuing to teach the class about random shit that I paid no attention to. I noticed to boys who were on the opposite side of the classroom, both of which were looking at me. I recognised them as Scott McCall who used to be the school nerd and Stiles Stilinski who was my best friend up until we were 14. I raises an eyebrow at them before turning around, making sure my hoodie hid my face from their eyesight.

For the rest of class, I drew small eyes and drawings that could put off anyones appetite for an hour or so.

The annoying bell rang, ending first period.

They really ought to change that awful sound.

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I sat with my head in one hand as my other scribbled down notes on English even though I doubted that I would graduate.

My so-called therapist always told me to "Believe in yourself and you will achieve great things,"

He also loves to fuck little girls who are struggling with their relationships. It's fucking gross.

I ignored the three boys and two girls who sat at the table with me, all of them most likely looking at me.

"What?" I demanded impatiently, not looking up from my messy notes.

"We thought that we would... join you. You looked lonely," the strawberry blonde lied.

Lydia Martin.

Highschool Prom Queen. She has every boy wrapped around her little pinky finger. Except Danny.

"That's a load of bullshit," I spat at them before grabbing my books and exiting the library, the last bell for the day would go soon anyway.

"Are you sure that's the girl you were friends with when you were younger?" I heard one of them ask (Stiles) as I left.

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11:23pm.

That's what my watch read as I sat quietly on a park bench, eyes red and puffy.

I had a stolen kitchen knife in hand, stained with blood as were my clothes and my face was splattered with blood.

I could hear huffs and puffs from behind me as my 'friend' Benny jogged up to me, a few bruises marking his face.

"You look wonderful," he said sarcastically.

"You look like shit," I remarked, my voice emotionless as I looked back down at the kitchen knife.

"Who was it?" He asked quietly, sitting down next to me.

"... nobody,"

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"Why can't you fucking leave me alone!" I screamed angrily at my step-father.

He raised his hands in front of him, like he was calming down an animal, "Y/N... I just want to help you... to be that father figure you're missing," he said calmly.

"My father is dead," I said quietly, voice full of venom and hatred.

He stayed silent.

I walked into the kitchen, disappearing from his eyesight.

"Y/N..." I heard him say nervously as I came back into his eyesight, a large kitchen knife in hand.

It glistened in the moonlight, reflecting onto my step-father's face.

"You're high Y/N, you aren't thinking right," he tried to convince me, trying to grab the knife out of my hand.

I shook my head, my eyes tearing up slightly, "No I'm not. Goodbye," I whispered before quickly plunging the knife into his heart.

Blood squirted out everywhere as a blood-curling scream escaped his lips. I wiped my mouth, staining my hoodie even more.

"What happened to you?" He stuttered before falling onto the carpet, a pool of crimson red blood forming.

I waited a few minutes, watching his lifeless body. I grabbed the knife again, tugging it out of his ghostly coloured body, more blood spitting everywhere.

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"He wasn't somebody important," I said quietly, running my finger over the blade.

He sighed, looking up at me, "You do know that the police will come after you eventually,"

I shrugged carelessly, "Fuck them,"

He shook his head, "I swear you're the strangest person that I've ever met," he spoke.

I chuckled without emotion, "I'm honoured,"

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I watched as Mr. Driver wrote the calculations on the board, explaining the whole process again because two of the boys were distracting the class with spitballs.

I held in a sigh, waiting for the day to fucking end already.

"Hey Y/N," a voice whispered from beside me.

Stiles.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Could you meet with us after school?" He asked, making me frown.

"Why-"

"Yes or no?"

I hesitated.

"Yes,"

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I tapped my foot impatiently, arms crossed with a not-so-pleased expression on my face.

"While we're still young," I muttered to myself.

I picked at a small patch of blood on my finger from the previous night, I hadn't had a proper wash down today so there was still blood.

A pair of footsteps brought me out of my thoughts.

"Hey," he greeted and I nodded, muttering a small hey.

"How are you?" He asked softly.

I frowned.

"I'm... fine," I said hesitantly, not confident about my answer.

He raised an eyebrow, "Really? That was pretty convincing," he said sarcastically, making me roll my eyes.

"What the fuck do you want Stiles?" I asked angrily, wishing that I had that kitchen knife in my hands again.

"I want to know what happened to my best friend! Where did all these drugs, and swearing come from all of a sudden?" He raises his voice, his emotions flying everywhere.

"I-I dunno," I admitted, a pit of guilt forming in my stomach.

He didn't say anything, looking at me sadly.

"I should go," I whispered before turning away and walking away, ignoring him as he yelled out my name.

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[marvel-sluts]

Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.

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Sister - Bowen Byram

Request: Hi could you please do one for Bowen Byram where he is dating Cale Maker’s sister. Since the start Cale has told everyone she is off limits but her and Bowen got close and started dating. Maybe they hide it for a bit and they either tell him or he finds out and is mad and protective over her but he then sees how Bowen treats her and comes around.

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the request! I hope I’ve done it justice. I also used an OC because I found that it was easier to write Warnings: little bit of angsty Cale?, mainly fluff though, swearing

Baby Makar, little Makar, Cale’s baby sister. Jessie had heard it all before. As much as she loved her older brother, there was only so much teasing she could take. Especially as she had been spending a lot of time with her brother’s rookie teammate, Bowen Byram. And not just as friends either, they had been dating in secret with only the Landeskogs knowing. 

Mel and Gabe had been amazing at keeping their relationship secret from the rest of the team and even invited the two along to family dinners regularly. But what scared Bowen the most, was Jessie’s brother.

At the start of the season, Cale came into the locker room and told everyone that his younger sister was coming to study at CU Denver and was to be living with him for the next few years. He told them multiple times that she was off limits. Everyone agreed and no one thought anything more of it until she appeared on his arm for one of the events the Avalanche were required to attend. She caught the eye of almost every single man in the room but one of them caught her eye. 

Bowen Byram, he was wearing a dark suit and tie combo that immediately caught her eye and when Cale introduced the two, they immediately hit it off, so that by the end of the night they had exchanged numbers and planned to meet for coffee in the next few days.

The dates were occasional because of Bowen’s travelling schedule and Jessie’s slightly strange college timetable but the majority were in coffee shops on campus because they didn’t want anyone to take photos of them together in case Cale saw. Cale had noticed that both of them were happier, but couldn’t put two and two together.

It was the first home game of the season at the Pepsi Center and Jessie had her Makar jersey hanging off her frame but she wished it was a Byram one. She sat next to Mel and let her in on the secret relationship. Mel was very supportive but encouraged the two of them to inform Cale of what was going on but understand the situation was a difficult one.

September came and went, and the two were still hiding the relationship from Cale, but he started to suspect something especially when he found a Byram jersey in the wash basket. He just assumed that Jessie had picked up one of her friend's jerseys and said that she’d wash it for them. There couldn’t be another reason, surely?

October came and went and Cale was still oblivious, even when he had invited a girl he had started seeing to an event and Bowen asked if he could take his sister. He agreed, assuming that he would rather go with someone he knew than go alone. It made sense, he would do the exact thing. Cale thought he was being nice as he knew that the two were friends and it meant that she would be able to see some of his teammates again.

November. November was where it all went wrong. Bowen and Jessie had decided to go on a dinner date, their first in this relationship. They both dressed up for the occasion and Jessie had even told Cale that she was going on a date and where she was going in case for some reason he needed to come and pick her up. Cale decided that he needed to make sure that his little sister was okay on her date and asked Nate and Tyson to come to dinner with him that evening at the same place, to which they agreed.

He was shocked to see his sister sat across from one of his teammates when he had explicitly told them not to. Nate had to hold him back from disturbing Jessie’s date because he cared about her too much to let him do that. Cale was fuming on the drive home and refused to talk to anyone on the drive home and went to bed immediately. At practise the next day, when he was paired with Bowen for drills he refused to talk to him because he had realised why he had been trying to be nice to him. 

“Bo,” Cale said, “can I speak to you for a second?” He asked, trying to keep his cool but struggling. Bowen agreed and followed him to somewhere more private to talk.

“What did I say as soon as I came in here at the start of training camp?” Cale started and Bowen suddenly realised why he was asking. “Bo, what did I say?”

“Don’t date your sister’” Bowen sighed.

“And, what are you doing?” Cale questioned.

“Dating your sister,” Bowen explained.

Cale couldn’t take it anymore and left the room. He just couldn’t understand why one of his teammates would just ignore everything that he had said. Cale trusted his teammates but he felt like they had betrayed his trust.

Bowen was nice enough to send Jessie a message letting her know that Cale knew about their relationship and she was shitting bricks. How the hell was she meant to explain this to her brother?

Cale rushed back to his apartment and found his sister, sitting on the floor finishing up an essay. She looked so peaceful but he knew he needed to ask her about her relationship before he shouted at someone. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about Bo?” Cale asked gently, slightly unsure how to have this conversation.

“Because I was worried that you’d start breaking this and you said I couldn’t date any of your teammates,” Jessie replied quietly.

“I’m not happy,” Cale spoke, “but give it some time.”

Jessie stood up and walked over to give her older brother a hug. She was thankful that he hadn’t blown his lid.

A few hours passed and a nervous Bowen was at the Makar apartment and didn’t know what to do. He meekly knocked at the door and when it opened he was greeted by his girlfriend. They hugged and Jessie told him that Cale had gone for a run so they were safe to watch a movie as they had planned. 

Cale returned to see Bowen and Jessie cuddled up on the couch, under a blanket and knew that he couldn’t be angry at his teammate anymore. When Bowen moved slightly to go to the bathroom, Cale caught him off guard and pulled him into the kitchen. “You be careful with my sister, you hurt her,” he said, staring into the young boy’s eyes, “you will be in trouble.” Bowen nodded convincingly promising to be good to her. 

When Bowen made his way back to the couch, he pressed a kiss to Jessie’s forehead and she meant into his touch. Cale watched from afar, knowing that Bowen would be a welcome member of the family soon.

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[dumb-rabbit]

Man, I was trying to find a job and was halfway done filling out a form to work at a supermarket on saturdays but then I remembered

I have swordfighting classes on saturdays

because the director of my school insists all elective classes are to be held on saturday since it’s officially a school day too

and on weekdays I’m usually free starting at 6 which is too late for anything anyway

I’m doomed

#rakiria talks #i just realised there's a shitton of tags be warned #i was looking around for jobs to do saturdays so much lately #fuck that woman directing my school #seriously #nobody wants the electives on saturday and i can't do shit with this timetable #if i was talented I could do commisions but no #can't even do that #man i was so motivated since there was so much talk about being more independent n shit #around me lately #and i was so ready to get a job and make money??? #since even my mom basically said i could absolutely live on my own if i had money??? #and yes there is nothing really wrong with where i am now but i feel like I'm nothing compared to my friends #and like i get all the shit parts from living alone and shit parts from not living alone anyway #since my mom works and goes to school all week i get to do all the chores #but since she's still here on the weekends she's still around to bother me when I want to relax! #like really the only thing I'm not doing myself is the laundry and i should start doing that #because if she does it it's when I'm in voice chat with other people #and the laundry hanger is in my room so she's just making noise that way #but hey i get cooked food! on the weekend! sometimes! #and sometimes I don't even need to gogrocery shopping #when she doesn't only buy tons of cheese and toast #but if i complain there's nothing to eat our fridge is full #it is but it's cheese and veggies and toast and jam #and the veggies are mostly bunny food or they'll run out instantly #and i don't want to eat toast all day #oh and noodles but no sauce #and 3 kinds of canned food #so basically food wise i have to get all my own stuff besides maybe cereals #not even cereals and milk because i keep having to buy milk