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gamerwoo · 2 years
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[SVT Imprinted] Junhui/Minghao: Sharing Is Caring (Spin-off)
Anonymous asked: OMG could you do a jun and minghao threesome for the imprinted series?? one in which they get possessive over the reader ? but like not too much but just a little like not a lot but just enough thankyouiloveyoubye
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Characters: Junhui x female reader x Minghao
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college-ish au (they’re in college and it mentions studying that has to count, right?), literally just smut (threesome, anal, mostly dom-ish!junhao, sorta jealousy sex, marking) some fluff n angst, not proof read bc i wrote this like 1+ years ago and i hate reading my own smut lmao, if i missed anything pls lmk
Word count: 5,558
Summary: Everyone knew it would happen eventually, but you really never were prepared for dealing with mating season with both of your mates at the same time.
Tags: @psshwa​​​​ @uglyratlmao​​​​ @brokenbutchocolate​​​​ @shra-vasti​​​​ @killcomet​​​​​
Unable to tag: @junuoyi
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Mating season was something you kept track of on your phone’s calendar. You had two mates and had to plan accordingly, but sometimes the dates would shift. That always made it a bitch because you were nervous for the time that your mates’ cycles would match up with each other, and then you’d be in for a tiring week – an interesting one, but definitely tiring.
But this one time, their behavior was a dead giveaway for their time of the month. You were trying to study for midterms, but the two of them were actually bickering over you. One was stuck to one side of you while the other was clinging to the opposite side, and they were swatting each other’s hands away while giving low warning growls. They’d never fought over you before, so you knew it was a sign.
“Stop,” you finally snapped looking up from your textbooks. “Are you two going to act like this all week?”
Minghao looked slightly frightened by your sudden outburst – you’d never snapped at them since you had fought with Jun at the party your relationship started at – but Junhui didn’t back down, which was what usually happened.
“How did you know it was that time?” he quizzed.
“Since when do you two growl at each other when the other touches me?” you asked.
To that, Jun didn’t have an answer, so he just huffed, “_____--”
“No, I’m not dealing with it,” you stated. “If you can’t get along, I’ll just have Seungcheol put the two of you in the basement. I have midterms to study for and neither of you are helping.”
“Please don’t, _____,” Minghao frowned, hugging you tighter. “We’ll behave.”
However, Junhui did the opposite of what Minghao promised, and snarled at him as the younger wolf pulled you closer. You groaned and stood up, stomping to the kitchen where you knew at least somebody from the pack would be. You saw Mingyu, Bomi, Eunmi, Kira, Joshua, Seokmin, and Yerin. All of them looked at you when you entered, since your footsteps were loud from your frustration.
“Can somebody take Jun and Minghao to--”
“No!” Minghao whined as he got up to follow you.
But Junhui yanked him back down and tried to get up himself, wanting to get to you first. Minghao grabbed the older wolf’s leg and pulled him back down, thus, resulting in a fight breaking out between the two of them.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Joshua sighed, standing up from his chair as he heard the loud noise and the snarling. He went to the living room with the group from the kitchen following behind him. “Hey, break it up!”
Eunmi held you toward the back of the group, worried them seeing you would make the fighting worse.
Seungcheol raced down the stairs when he heard the commotion, and the other mates and wolves wandered out to see what was happening. You were completely embarrassed that your two mates had caused a scene like this.
It took a few of the wolves to break your mates up, but they managed. Then Seungcheol searched for you, wanting to know what happened. He looked angry, but you knew it was at your mates, not you.
“They’re about to start mating season,” you told him.
At that information, most of the pack struggled to hide their snickers, smirks, and giggles. Seungcheol’s eyes widened, not just worried for the two wolves who would probably get aggressive toward each other since wolves were territorial over their mates, but because their sexual needs would be increased, and that need would be aimed toward you.
“Both of them?” he gasped.
You nodded, “They’ve been arguing with each other over me all day. I told them if they couldn’t get along, they should go to the basement.”
“Do we have enough restraints for that?” Soonyoung muttered, looking around for an answer.
“Minghao’s usually good about controlling himself,” Seungcheol noted. “Although, since he’s feeling extra territorial because of Junhui, he might come find _____, and that’s not fair to Jun for only one of them to be around her.”
“I have some sturdy handcuffs,” Aya said, raising her hand.
The pack all looked at the small female wolf, but her expression didn’t falter, and she didn’t blush.
“Uh, what do you need handcuffs for...?” Seokmin wondered, seeming to be the only one who didn’t understand.
Even innocent and quiet little Yerin was blushing and hiding her face in Seokmin’s chest.
Now, Aya finally smirked and looked up at the younger wolf, “For fun.”
The alpha sighed, shaking his head, “I think we’ll just chain one wrist each to the bed. It’s unfair to completely restrain one and not the other.”
“Won’t they be too close to each other? What if they get too angry?” you asked worriedly, not wanting your mates to get hurt.
“Don’t worry,” Seungcheol reassured you with a sure smile, “we’d never let them get hurt.”
Thus, your two mates were dragged to "the cage” until they either calmed down or worked out their problems. You just watched, trying to ignore the puppy dog eyes and the whines they emitted before they were brought through the door and down the stairs.
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It was surprisingly quiet ever since they’d gotten put in the basement, and you were getting curious as to what was going on down there. It was clear you were getting worried, so a few of the girls tried to keep your mind off of it by talking with you once you were done with your studying.
“Do you think I was too hard on them?” you wondered.
“Definitely not,” Faye reassured you. She had been mated the longest, so you trusted her. “Bomi said Hao put Jun in a headlock.”
“Doesn’t that mean they’ll just keep fighting if they’re in the basement together?” you quizzed, growing more and more worried.
“Everything will be okay,” Aya promised. “If it really does bother you, you should go talk to them and see if they’re okay.”
“Just know,” Eunmi began, “that once you’re down there, we’re not helping you.”
Bomi made a face, “Yeah, you’re on your own after that.”
“But let us know how it goes!” Rini grinned.
You sighed and stood from the couch, the girls’ words giving you mixed feelings as you walked to the basement door. Even once you were descending the stairs, the basement was quiet. You rounded the corner, but saw Minghao poking his head out from the bedroom door. It made you jump, as you expected him to be chained up.
“Jesus Christ, Jun!” you gasped, holding a hand to your heart.
“_____?” he stepped out of the room fully, cocking his head to one side. His skin looked flushed, but he was acting oddly normal. Though, you did notice his hands were shaking. “What’re you doing down here?”
“What are you doing not chained up?” you asked.
Minghao appeared then, chuckling softly, “Chan forgot to take the key. It’s actually a good thing you came down.”
“…Why?” you quizzed, though you were slowly starting to feel hotter under the gaze of both of your mates. The feeling of the air wasn’t exactly calm despite their demeanor.
Minghao walked up to you, brushing your hair back, “We wanted to apologize. We acted poorly, and we’re sorry for fighting. Right, Junhui?”
“Yeah,” Jun nodded, swallowing thickly as he went to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder – you tried to ignore the fact you could feel his growing erection on your backside but that was difficult, “we’re really sorry, baby. We promise we won’t fight anymore.”
And true to their word, Minghao did eye the older wolf, but didn’t growl or snarl at him. Instead, he traced your jaw with his index finger, smiling a little too innocently.
“We actually decided,” he began quietly, his golden eyes starting to get red flecks in them, “we should be capable of sharing you this week. That is, if you’re okay with it.”
You nodded slowly, unable to deny your mates when they needed the help – plus, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about having both of your mates at the same time. Honestly, you always wanted to suggest a threesome with them, but you knew the two boys could be a little territorial sometimes, and you were afraid of making them uncomfortable.
Jun’s already-red eyes looked up at the younger wolf, “Does that mean it’s okay?”
Minghao chuckled, “I told him to act calm when you came down. Junhui’s actually dying to have you touch him.”
Jun nodded quickly burying his face in your shoulder as his arms tightened around you, “Please tell us we can have you,” he whined.
“We,” Minghao corrected sharply, his upper lip curling back a bit in a silent snarl.
Minghao complained in Mandarin to Junhui, who just rolled his eyes and replied harshly in the same tongue. You didn’t know many words in that language, but you knew Jun was begging for something from the way he said, “please”.
Minghao’s eyes landed on you, taking your hands in both of his while Junhui continued to keep your back flush to his front, “He wants to know if we can mark you since we can do it at the same time.”
You ignored Jun muttering something about calling dibs because your heart rate picked up, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You simply nodded, “Y-yeah. How bad will it hurt?”
“It won’t,” Minghao was quick to promise, already starting to press soft kisses on the skin of your neck. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“You won’t feel a thing…” Jun smirked as he cupped your cheek and brought your lips to his.
The kiss started out soft but passionate, Junhui’s warm lips moving with yours expertly, while Minghao continued to work on your neck, sucking and nibbling on the spots he had learned you reacted to best. You gasped softly when Minghao’s teeth scraped against a particularly sensitive spot with a healing love bite, so Jun took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
You slowly felt yourself being both pushed and pulled backwards toward the bedroom where the two wolves were supposed to be locked up. Jun pulled away when you got to the doorway and let Minghao spin you around to kiss him instead, while Jun closed the door and took his shirt off.
Minghao held your waist, purring as soon as your lips met his. You knew between the two of him, he was the more composed one, but his member already hard and fully erect in the uncomfortable confines of his jeans. You could feel it pressing against your thigh, so you let your hands trail to the button of his pants and push them down.
Behind you, Jun played with the hem of your shirt, starting to slide it up as his fingertips ran over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You pulled away from Minghao to lift your arms, the younger wolf shoving his jeans off quickly. While he did that, Junhui gripped your chin lightly, smirking when you met his gaze with a gasp.
“Did I startle you?” he chuckled, his voice low and soft before he pressed his lips to yours in a lingering kiss.
You felt your shorts being tugged down, and you didn’t know if it was Minghao or Jun’s doing, but you didn’t really care either way. You gasped again, a shiver going down your spine as you felt wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing down your stomach as Minghao’s hands rested on your hips and rubbed small circles into your warm skin with his thumbs.
“I need you…” he mumbled, his tone bordering a whine. “It really hurts, _____.”
You pulled away from Jun, but he just gripped your waist tighter, “Why does he get you first?”
You frowned at him, your hands resting on his, “You promised you’d be nice.”
He huffed in annoyance because he didn’t want to share anymore, but he didn’t want you to leave, either. Instead of replying, he spun you to face the bed before he slipped your panties off and let you step out of them when they dropped around your ankles.
“Lay on your stomach for me, then,” he told you, pointing to the bed. “Put your head by the edge.”
You weren’t sure why he was so specific about your position, but did so without complaint. Minghao seemed to catch on pretty quickly, though, when he watched Jun lay on his stomach between your legs.
Minghao stood in front of you, his hands softly running through your hair as you glanced up at him before your hands went to his boxers, tracing the outline of his erection. He groaned quietly at the feeling, begging you to do more.
As you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, you felt Junhui’s index finger slide from your slit to your clit, humming softly to himself. “You smell amazing, baby.”
You bit your lip, pulling Minghao’s boxer’s off and letting his erection spring free. It had already stained his boxers with precum, and it looked red and painful. He let out a soft whine as you gathered up his precum with your hand and began stroking up and down his length.
Then you gasped, feeling Jun’s tongue traveling the same path that his finger had. He groaned softly in approval, “You taste even better, though.”
He slid a slender finger into your heat experimentally, though you could easily tell he was holding back from the low growl you heard in his chest. Minghao, however, didn’t have the best self control now that he was so close to getting what he wanted, and whined again to get your attention, guiding your mouth to his cock.
You opened your mouth wordlessly, looking up at Minghao with wide eyes as he slid his hard member into your warm, wet mouth. His head dropped back as he let out a broken moan, pushing until the tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly.
Jun’s arms slid under your thighs, his hands resting on the back of them. His fingertips stroked your skin softly as his tongue went in and out of you. You did your best to move your hips against his face, wanting more friction as you let out soft moans and mewls. The vibrations from the beautiful noises you were making made Minghao’s knees weak. Every little thing he felt was magnetized from mating season, and he was already so close to cumming then and there. Just the innocent look in your eyes was enough to send him off the edge, but he managed to hang out a little longer, closing his eyes and rocking his hips.
Jun pushed himself to sit up, taking off his own jeans and boxers before going to sit in the middle of the bed beside you. He moved one hand back down to your center, putting two fingers in this time and pumping them steadily. You felt him grab one of your hands, and he brought it to his own hardened member, wanting a release now too. You complied easily, using your forearm to hold you up while you continued to bob your head in time with Minghao’s thrusts.
Your hand went to work pumping Junhui with the precum that had leaked out of his tip, the knot in your lower abdomen building just from hearing the moans of your mates mixed together.
“God, you look so pretty like this…” Minghao hissed as you hollowed your cheeks.
Jun hummed in agreement, watching you though hooded eyes, “You’ll look even prettier when you’re completely fucked out from both of us, though, baby.”
Just his lowly spoken words had you moaning around your mate’s length. Jun curled his fingers and picked up the pace in turn, watching you take Minghao’s cock without complaint. It turned him on a lot more than he thought it would, but it also fueled his territorial side, and he was subconsciously moving his fingers faster and more roughly into you because of his growing jealousy.
You arched your back as your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on just Minghao, but it was hard. You took him out of your mouth to avoid possibly biting down on his length, taking your lip between your teeth as you whined loudly, “Junhui!”
Your orgasm hit hard and without warning, his fingers hitting the spot that made your toes curl, and made you see stars. Seeing you come undone in front of him was enough to send Minghao over as well, your high moans drowning out his low whine as warm streams of white hit your face. Jun groaned lowly seeing your face covered in cum, the groan also hiding a low growl that rumbled in his chest seeing somebody that wasn’t him make a mess of your face like that.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done just yet, darling,” Junhui said, his voice like velvet when he spoke. He helped you sit up on your hands and knees, shifting you to face him as he sat on his knees. “I didn’t get to cum yet.”
As you tried to compose yourself enough to help Jun, Minghao grabbed somebody’s shirt off the floor and cleaned your face off as best as he could with it. You could see from where you were that his erection hadn’t softened at all, and you knew that this whole thing was far from over.
Jun let you take your time getting yourself together, but Minghao was needy and impatient. He was already kneeling behind you and running his large hands over your ass, taking in the dip of your spine and the way your hair fell over your shoulder.
He teased your entrance with his tip, one hand running down your back, “Can I?”
You were definitely tired already – you didn’t know how since you felt like you hardly did anything – but you knew you could take more, “Y-Yeah.”
You heard the elated grumble in his chest before he slowly pushed into you, making you whine from the sensitivity from your previous orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re so wet…” he commented lowly as he pressed himself all the way inside you.
You decided you were finally ready to help Jun with his problem, so you opened your mouth and looked up at him.
You were surprised to see that he was looking at you warmly despite his previous actions, “Are you sure you’re all good?”
You nodded, so Jun slowly slid his cock into your mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as one hand went to your hair. He played softly with the strands, trying to do most of the moving for you by thrusting his hips so you wouldn’t overdo it and tire yourself out too quickly – he knew both him and Minghao were going to be hit hard this month, and the last thing he wanted to do was having you pass out from exhaustion.
He sucked in a breath between his teeth when you chased his hips as they pulled away, wanting to deepthroat him like you had Minghao because you were actually enjoying this as much as they were. He kept his hips still, letting you decide what was okay for you, and just closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.
“You’re doing so good for us, princess,” Minghao cooed, fingertips digging onto your skin.
Junhui only moaned in agreement as his fingers tangled in your hair. 
Minghao reached around with one hand to your clit, rubbing small, slow circles which contrasted the way his hips snapped into yours with such an intensity. You lurched forward every time and almost gagged on Jun.
You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Jun wasn’t holding back, and you could tell he was from the way his muscles strained and twitched that he wanted to find out as well. But if you knew anything about your older mate during mating season, it was that he usually got more intense after cumming the first time, which was why you typically didn’t allow him to fuck you until after his first orgasm, but that rule was already gone out with window with Minghao quickly draining your energy.
You let out a high moan around Jun’s length as Minghao thrust inside you, brushing your sensitive spot. The younger boy smirked, licking his lips hearing such a pretty noise from you, “Right there?”
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as Minghao angled himself to continuously hit that spot, wanting to make you cum again. Junhui lightly pulled on your hair, growling softly, “Look at me when you cum, _____.”
You forced your eyes open, tears threatening to fill them. You could see Jun’s fangs elongating passed his bottom lip as he panted and thrusted into your mouth. His fingers released your hair, the pads of his digits massaging your scalp as Minghao tried to bring you to your orgasm faster than he was getting to his own.
As the speed of Minghao’s fingers picked up and pressed harder into your clit, you struggled to look up at your other mate, quickly being thrown into your second orgasm. Your limbs shook as they struggled to keep you up, every mewl and moan you made getting muffled by Jun’s cock in your mouth.
Jun let out a moan, eyeing you like a predator looking at it’s prey, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
With that, his length twitched in your mouth and he released down your throat. You continued to bob your head with whatever strength you had left in you, milking him for everything he had as Minghao continued to work you through your orgasm until you were whimpering and and twitching from sensitivity.
Jun pulled out of your mouth, biting his lip as he watched the trail of saliva that connected your pretty lips to his length that was still hard, “C’mon love, you can handle one more, can’t you?”
Despite the fact your eyelids were drooping, and you knew you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you also knew both of your mates were still needy and in need of another release. You nodded as Jun brushed your sweaty hair out of your face, a perfect smirk gracing his features.
“Such a good girl,” Minghao hummed appreciatively before he turned to look through the nightstand.
He knew most of the pack usually ended up leaving some of their items in the basement, and he figured nobody would notice if they borrowed one thing in particular. He came up with a purple tube and tossed it over to Jun, who caught it easily. The older wolf quirked a brow at he read the label.
“Hm, so this is how we’re doing it?” he wondered, looking at the bottle of lube.
Minghao smirked, “Relax, she’s done it before.”
Jun seemed surprised, but he should’ve assumed. He never tried anything like that because he never knew if you were into it. Clearly, he needed to communicate with your other mate a lot more.
Minghao looked back at your form that struggled to keep itself up. He lowered your head down, stroking your hair comfortingly, “You’re doing so well for us, _____. Just relax for a bit, okay? You know what to do. If you need to stop, say something. Do you understand?”
You nodded, sucking in a breath when the cool liquid hit your hole. Jun spread it around with a finger before coating his digits in the lube as well. He eyed the younger wolf, trying not to let his jealousy get the best of him as it had before. He didn’t have an outlet for his frustration just yet, and the last thing he wanted to do was rip you away from your other mate, and upset you. Instead, he tried to focus on you, and the way your breath came out in puffs as you tried to steady it. Your hair kept sliding into your face, and Minghao kept stroking it back and soothing you as Junhui slid a finger experimentally into you.
You whined softly, but both of them could tell it was one of pleasure and not pain. You relaxed your muscles, having done this before with Minghao, but everything was so sensitive after cumming two times beforehand that you weren’t sure you could handle this. Then again, you were trying a lot of new things today, so why not this?
Slowly, Jun added another finger when he decided you were stretched out enough. Then another, and another until Minghao told him you’d be okay for the real thing.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Jun smiled as he lifted your body up. Minghao sat by the headboard, his back propped up against it before he coated his length in the cool lube, “just tell us if you need to stop.”
From the soft whimper that came from the younger wolf, you knew he was hoping you wouldn’t tell them to stop. But you could also tell from the look in Junhui’s red eyes that he wouldn’t want that, either.
Jun had you straddling Minghao’s lap backwards so you were facing him instead. With you set up on your weak knees, Minghao aligned himself with your hole before both mates helped you lower yourself steadily down on Minghao. You mewled at the feeling, your eyes completely closing as your head lolled back.
“Oh, fuck…” Minghao hissed, his nails digging into your hips as his fangs poked his bottom lip. “You’re so tight, _____.”
Jun teased your entrance with his cock, looking at you for any signs of discomfort as he slowly slid in. You gasped, your hands flying to Junhui’s shoulders just to have something to hold onto. He moved slowly until both mates were completely inside you. It was a new feeling taking them both at the same time, but you couldn’t say you didn’t love it.
You nodded weakly when you were okay for them to move, and the two of them moved in and out of you expertly, timing their thrusts as if they could read each others minds. Both sets of hands on your hips and waist helped you move your hips since your legs felt like jelly, but you still tried your best to do it on your own.
A growl ripped through Minghao’s chest, vibrating into your back as his second orgasm approached. You felt his fangs graze against your right shoulder, but Jun grumbled in warning, glaring behind you at the younger one.
“Not…yet…” he huffed between thrusts, his hips snapping into yours roughly from his jealousy.
Minghao was letting his territorial instincts get the better of him as well, thrusting up harshly to meet you with every bounce. Tears began spilling out over your eyes as your head dropped forward, resting on Jun’s shoulder. You whimpered and cried out, but it was all purely from the excessive pleasure you were feeling from feeling so full. Again, it was a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you tried to clear your foggy head by focusing on getting your mates to their release.
“Look how well you take us at the same time, baby,” Jun growled lowly in your ear, one hand sliding down to your clit and rubbing small, quick circles into the bundle of nerves.
You bit down on his shoulder, causing a snarl to rip through his chest that was drowned out by your cries.
“You love this, don’t you?” Minghao spoke up, his voice a deep rumble as well. “You love having both of us at the same time, huh? We know you’ve thought about it.”
You whimpered loudly, their words about to push you right over the edge. They felt you clench around them, signaling your release. Junhui gripped your hair and made you sit up, his eyes staring intensely into yours.
“You can’t cum just yet, baby…” Jun smirked.
Tears streaked down your cheeks as you looked up at him helplessly, “J-Jun, I… I-I can’t…”
“Yes you can,” he told you, wiping the moisture from your face with his hand that was on your waist. “Just a little longer.”
You brought one hand away from Jun’s shoulder, putting it over one of Minghao’s large hands. The hand still on Jun gripped him tightly, your nails digging into his skin as Minghao caught your fingers between his own, squeezing tightly.
“Hao, please…” you begged, hoping he would tell you it was okay.
The younger wolf let out a high pitched groan, “I-I’m close, too.”
Jun stared almost angrily at Minghao, sharply thrusting into you and hitting the spot that made fireworks explode behind your eyes, “Cum for us, princess. You’ve been so good for us.”
You let go, your orgasm hitting you harder than you’ve ever felt. Just as you were about to be taken over by it, you felt something sharp in both shoulders, almost at the exact same time, along with both of your mates releasing inside you. You screamed and whimpered, unable to form any actual words as a new, harder wave of pleasure washed over you.
And that was all you could remember.
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You felt something cold on your forehead while somebody ran their fingers through your hair, and up and down your stomach. Then the soreness all over your body hit you, and you groaned softly. Both hands stopped at the noise.
“_____?” Minghao’s voice was quiet as he lifted his hand from your stomach to stroke your cheek. “Are you awake?”
You rubbed your eyes before opening them, and you saw you were still in the bedroom in the basement. Minghao was laying down with his head near your stomach, looking up at your worriedly. You recognized the pillow you had your head on to actually be Junhui’s chest.
“What happened?” you croaked, your voice completely gone from the events that took place.
“We pushed you too far,” Jun sighed, sounding like he felt bad for exerting you so much. “Are you okay?”
The memories flooded back into your head, and you tilted your head – the damp cloth placed on your forehead falling to Jun’s chest – to look up at your frowning mate, “Yeah, I’m just sore. What do you mean you pushed me too far?”
“Love…you passed out,” Minghao said.
Jun’s voice was now small, like he was afraid, “We thought we broke you.”
You chuckled softly, reaching for Jun’s hand and lacing your fingers between his, “I’m okay, babe, I promise.”
“We shouldn’t have asked so much from you,” Minghao said, sounding angry with himself. “Both of us started letting the jealousy get the best of us, and we took it out on you.”
“You still held back a lot,” you noticed, reaching down with your other hand to run your fingers through Minghao’s messy hair. “Trust me, I’m okay.”
Jun just mumbled grumpily in Mandarin, making Minghao scoff, “She can’t go into a coma from that. …Right?”
You laughed, closing your eyes, “It doesn’t matter because it didn’t happen. All that matters is that I’m marked by both of my mates, who I love very much.”
That comment seemed to make them both brighten, as Minghao smiled adoringly at you, and you heard Junhui purr in his chest beneath you. The older wolf pressed his lips to the top of your head, while Minghao scooted up your body to kiss your cheek.
“They’ll be a little sore for the next few days, so be careful,” Minghao informed you.
“Her whole body will be sore,” Jun snorted. “We are sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry,” you told him playfully. “Does this mean you won’t want to do it again?”
“I…kinda liked it,” Minghao shrugged. “If I can be completely honest, there was something hot about seeing you and Jun...”
Jun scoffed, “This is no longer a safe space; keep that to yourself, Hao.”
You giggled, covering your reddening face, “If you two end up fucking each other--”
“Not happening,” Jun stated. “Although, Hao has a point. It really made me jealous, but…I can handle it as long as it’s just Minghao. Now, if you tried to ask me about adding anybody else into this mess, I’d kill them.”
As Jun placed the cloth back on your forehead, you looked up at the ceiling, considering your next words, “...What about one of the girls?”
Jun groaned, “Can you focus on resting?”
“Is that a maybe?” you asked with a quiet laugh.
“It’s a ‘go back to sleep, _____’,” Minghao huffed, hugging you tighter to him.
Minghao laid his head on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist, and purring as you played with his hair. Jun smiled fondly down at you, unable to help how happy it made him to see you love them both so much – and equally – without a problem. Minghao looked up and saw Jun press a kiss to your temple, making you grin. He smiled, knowing you’d always love them both, and you’d never stop.
Both of them loved you, and wouldn’t change anything about their situation.
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heytherejulia · 2 years
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Happy birthday my love ~ Harry Holland
pairing: harry holland x reader
warnings: pregnancy and honestly nothing more
summary: you have another present for your boyfriend and you have no idea what's his reaction gonna be
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It wasn’t another normal monday. It was not only valentine’s day, but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 23rd birthday. Harry was out of town on a press tour with Tom, so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, and you, and maybe a facetime date with Harry at night if you’ll get lucky.
You wanted to visit him, but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off, so the best you could do was facetime call, and force Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months ago.
It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day, but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to at least make his day good.
You called him first thing in the morning with wishes, and spent a few hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule.
‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’
‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’
His smile wasn’t the brightest, but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes.
‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with your family, your mum is really looking forward to that.’
‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’
‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’
‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’
Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone, or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there, but you still wanted to be dressed up for the occasion.
Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else, besides Harrison and Grace, and Sam’s girlfriend, who were already at your place.
You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door, and indeed saw your neighbor, Milly.
‘You need to borrow some more sugar right?’
She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety kicked in, and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.
‘If you don’t mind’
‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quickly.’
You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.
‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’
You saw the sadness filled the room.
‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’
Sam took his phone out, and you went towards the door.
‘Here’s the su-’
‘Hi darling.’
And here, outside of your door, stood not only Milly, but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.
‘OH MY GOD’
You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.
‘You’re here, Harry! Oh, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’
You greeted Tom, and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams, and your heart swelled. Harry was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.
You handed Milly the pack.
‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’
‘You got it. And have fun!’
When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time, but now the closer it got, you were more nervous.
You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peeked at whoever came in.
‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’
‘Wanted to talk to you.’
‘Oh.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’
‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’
‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’
‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’
‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday, especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’
‘Do you think that you really will find a better time? There’s no gonna be a perfect one. Just think about it.’
He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen, and brought all of the food to the table.
‘Come on, let’s eat.’
The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet, the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry the more stressed you’ve become.
Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you, and wrapped his hands around your tummy.
‘Hi darling.’
‘Hi.’
‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’
‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’
‘No no no no. WE can clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’
‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’
‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’
He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you, but you stopped him.
‘Don’t do that.’
‘Why? What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing, just please don’t.’
‘Okay love. Can we go to bed now?’
You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed, and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back, and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.
‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’
‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’
He smiled adorably at you.
‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’
‘I do, but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’
‘I love you too. C'mere.’
He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted, and you saw the pure adoration in his eyes when he looked up at you.
‘Thank you, my love.’
He leaned in, and kissed you gently, but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.
‘I’ve got something else for you.’
You reached for a small box in your drawer, and handed it to him.
‘What’s that?’
‘Just open it.’
‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’
He did as you told, and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous.
‘It’s real.’
Silence.
‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured at least you deserve to know.’
Silence.
You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad, and yell at you than the silence, and uncertainty what next.
‘Y/N’
You looked at him.
‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’
Your eyes filled with tears.
‘Hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay, come here.’
He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down, Harry spooned you, and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.
‘I’m scared Harry.’
‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’
‘Yeah. Good night baby.’
He kissed the back of your head.
‘Night love’
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bbrocklesnar · 2 years
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summary: Devan drives to the station to deliver lunch to her ex. Which would've been completely normal if she weren't still pining for him. takes place a few weeks after the fire
words: 3.7k
rated: m
warnings: none, maybe just a hint of spoilers for the game. also, not beta-read so sksks.
new ship, new fic. Inspired by the adorable prompt: “you drove all the way over here because i forgot my lunch?” “i wasn’t just gonna let you go all day without eating...” from this list.
“He’s in his office, ma’am.”
“Thanks.”
The police officer at the front desk nodded in acknowledgement as Devan walked towards the office of North Kill’s sheriff.
She had no idea what possessed her to drop by so suddenly, considering she was already in school just seven minutes before classes would start. 
Thankfully, Kaylee volunteered - rather enthusiastically - to tell her classmates to start reading the assigned chapters while waiting for Ms. Laurence to return. 
So here Devan was, leaving a student in charge of her class and opening the door to her ex’s office. 
Just what was she doing? 
Inside she saw two people; standing with his back turned to her was Chris Hackett, and seated in front of him, on the other side of the desk, was his older brother Travis.
It took a record-breaking two seconds for her heart to start hammering as soon as her blue eyes landed on him. 
Usually it’d be around four but the caffeine she had during breakfast might’ve been the reason for the quicker reaction. 
Definitely had nothing to do with the fact that she’d actually been both nervous and excited the whole drive over to see the sheriff. No, nothing like that. 
Both men turned as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. Chris Hackett had a huge warm smile on his face while Travis looked a bit startled, like seeing her spooked him somehow.
She tried not to think about that too much. 
Chris immediately ran up to her and wrapped her in a bear hug. “Hey, Dev! What’re you doing here?” he started happily. “Kids finally get on your nerves?” he joked.
Devan huffed out a laugh as Chris pulled away from her. “No, no. I came to drop something off for Travis.” 
She mentally slapped herself for her voice going soft suddenly as she said his name. Like she was embarrassed to admit she was here for him.
Well, she really was but it was different when she confessed it out loud. 
They both heard a chair screech and turned to see Travis stand from his seat, staring at them with wide eyes. 
“M-me?” he asked hesitantly and Devan gulped down the butterflies swarming in her stomach as she heard his voice. 
Before she could say anything, Chris loudly proclaimed, “Well, I better get going. See ya later, T!” Then he faced Devan. “And it was nice seeing you too, Dev.”
“Wait,” Travis said, his brows furrowed and face scrunched up like he was interrogating a suspect.
Chris’s hand was already on the door knob but he turned to Travis as the older brother continued with, “A second ago you didn’t want me leaving my damn chair cuz you said you had something, and I quote, ‘super fucking important’ to tell me. Now you’re rushin’ off?”
Chris shrugged innocently as he slowly and quite comically backed out into the hall outside. “I realized I got… summer camp things. Scrapyard things. Hackett family things. Whatever excuse gets me outta here fast… things. Anywaybye!” The last part was said quickly as he slammed the door shut, leaving Devan and Travis alone. 
They stood a few feet away from each other, with the only noise coming from the occasional phone ringing or footsteps from the hall outside. The silence was extremely awkward, especially after that strange exit Chris made. 
Ten minutes ago Devan was sorta ecstatic to have an excuse to visit Travis and even practiced in the car what to say to him. But now that she was here, her mind blanked and she wondered if she could just toss the thing at Travis then copy Chris’s weird exit. 
Was it this awkward for other ex-couples?
Well, Dev, in your case you still have a thing for your ex so…
Travis clearing his throat shook her out of her thoughts and wow how long had they just been staring at each other? 
“Morning,” was all he said.
“Morning,” she chirped back.
His lips quirked up into a small smile. “You… you want to sit down or...” he trailed off and he gestured quite awkwardly and adorably at the seat by his desk.
Devan took the few steps towards him but it felt like a real feat with her legs shaking as much as they were. “Oh, uhm,” she started. “No, no thank you, I mean. I just, I wanted to give you this and be on my way.”
Devan raised one arm from behind her back to reveal a Tupperware container; its clear plastic showing a sandwich inside. 
She smiled seeing Travis’ confused expression as he stared at the container like there was more to it than meets the eye. 
“This was in Tyler’s backpack.” she explained. “Kaylee thinks Constance put your lunch in his bag by accident.”
Devan saw her son and Kaylee earlier before school started, and Tyler seemed very eager to show his mom something. He said Gammy made me a sandwich! and Devan had no idea why a sandwich from Constance Hackett was worth showing just minutes before classes started.
But she couldn’t say no when her son looked like he was opening a Christmas gift from Santa rather than rifling through his school backpack for lunch. 
Back in the present, Devan placed the plastic container on top of his desk, and was caught off guard as she looked back up at the sheriff, who seemed to stare at her like she grew an extra head. 
He kept glancing between her and the Tupperware, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Devan had to bite back a laugh as she watched him seem to go haywire. 
A memory of him flashed in her mind: of when she was pregnant with Tyler and she and Travis had an appointment with the doctor. 
He kept staring between her and the ultrasound monitor, completely speechless, mouth agape, and looked like he was on the verge of tears as they both stared at the image of their little boy. Then he squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. 
Devan knew then that she loved him.
You still do.
“Dev,” Travis started, his voice hesitant but enough to shush the inner voice in her head that was being very chatty. “You drove all the way over here because I forgot my lunch?”
Suddenly the little bubble of fond memories she wrapped herself up in popped, and she felt like she just fell flat on her face.
When he put it like that, it did seem a bit too much.
Feeling just a teeny bit embarrassed now, Devan shook her head and shrugged. “Yeah, I wasn’t… I wasn’t just gonna let you go all day without eating, but in hindsight you probably would’ve just bought something and Tyler would’ve had an extra sandwich and…” She bit her lip to stop herself from rambling.
This was derailing so quickly. 
She sighed heavily and turned around to head for the door, her cheeks flaring red with embarrassment and her eyes completely avoiding Travis’s gaze. “I should go. The kids’ll start to wonder if there even is a class today-”
“Wait!”
Before she could take one step for the door, Travis reached out and held her wrist. The touch sent a shock through her body and it was instinct for her to face him.
If one simple touch sent a quick zap, his intense gaze electrified all her senses.
She was frozen under his stare, like he had a million things to tell her and not enough time to do so. 
This close, she could also see the bags under his eyes and how damn tired he looked, like he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. She knew being the sheriff must be exhausting but Travis just looked so… drained.
Travis’s lips parted and she waited for… for whatever was going to happen next, her heartbeat thudding in her ears.
“I,” his voice came out hoarsely. He paused, his mouth open like he was trying to find the right words to say.
Then his shoulders sagged and after a rather dejected sigh, he said, “Thanks, Dev. This was very sweet of you to do.”
Her heart sank.
She didn’t know what she was expecting, or why she was expecting something more than a simple thank you, but she felt disappointed either way.
Even if she still had feelings for him, that didn’t mean he felt the same. 
Which sucked but you know, such was life.
She released the breath she was holding and gave him a small smile. “You’re welcome. Besides, the sheriff shouldn’t be working on an empty stomach.”
Travis smiled back at her and she could feel her cheeks warming up as she noticed how his eyes seemed to sparkle. “Well, both the town and I thank you for your service,” he joked.
Devan laughed, all the tension and awkwardness from just a few seconds ago slowly fading away as they both finally settled into a comfortable banter.
She could dwell on pining for her ex later.
He was still holding her wrist and as soon as he noticed it, he quickly snatched his hand back, like touching her burned his skin. 
Devan flinched at his reaction. 
Five seconds ago he wanted her to stay, but now, he didn’t want to hold her? 
Talk about mixed signals.
He yawned suddenly and Devan’s lips twitched into a frown. He really did seem so bone tired.
“You look exhausted,” she started. “Maybe I should’ve brought you some coffee too,” There. Adding a little joke made it less like she was concerned, right? 
She was totally concerned but he didn’t need to know that. 
Uhmm, earth to Dev, you’re missing work to deliver a sandwich to him. The concern shows.
Devan knocked the imaginary voice inside her head that was making a lot of sense as of late.
Travis’s laugh brought her back to the present. “Nah, I’m good. The kids kept everyone up last night. Pretty sure Chris slept in his room in the camp to get away from the screaming.”
One eyebrow raised, Devan smirked up at him. “The proud Hackett family can’t handle two teenagers and a seven year-old?”
He made a pop sound with his lips and shook his head. 
“Not ones hopped up on sweets that Caleb snuck into the house, no,” Travis said with an affectionate tone. He always was such a good guy when it came to his family. 
It was one of the reasons she liked him.
And she was happy Tyler was enjoying his time with not just his father, but his cousins, grandparents and uncles as well. 
Since she and her son moved back to North Kill recently, she thought he might as well get to know more of his family. He was only two years old when he last saw them.
Now, he could barely stay away from his cousins and was constantly spoiled by the adults of the Hackett family. He started spending some nights over at their place, which was bittersweet to Devan. 
She was glad Tyler was having fun with his father’s family but she did miss waking up to her little boy squealing that he was ready for breakfast.
Travis hummed thoughtfully, reeling her back into the present. “Now, let’s see the glorious sandwich that was worth delivering, hm?”
He removed the lid from the Tupperware and Devan could’ve laughed at how they both stared at it like there was some huge secret stored in that tiny container.
He placed the lid aside to reveal the sandwich and…
Devan blinked.
Huh…
She looked from the sandwich to Travis. “The crust is still there,” she said matter-of-factly.
“It is.”
“You hate crust.”
“I do.”
It was one of the things she learned about him early on in their relationship. Travis absolutely hated crust, be it of a sandwich or pizza. But the weird thing was,
“Doesn’t your mom already know you don’t like crust?” she asked.
Travis nodded enthusiastically. “She does! ‘Cuz you told her! Remember?”
Devan grinned widely as she recalled that little exchange with Constance all those years ago; when she and Tyler lived with the Hacketts.
“She denied it at first and said it was fine,” Devan said, remembering how irritated the older woman was, and how both Chris and Bobby were in the back looking all tense and nervous, like they were afraid a fight was going to break out. 
“I just kept insisting and she finally gave in,” she continued, smiling proudly at her achievement. 
“An amazing feat, by the way,” Travis praised.
“She would’ve killed me if I wasn’t holding Tyler.”
“Oh without question.”
Devan giggled and Travis laughed alongside her, both feeling more relaxed now as they reminisced about their short time living together as a family. Hard to believe that was almost six years ago now.
And yet years later he still makes your insides twist and your heart soar like the very first time he asked you out on a date.
Nope, nope, nope. Keep thoughts of pining for her ex under lock and key until she was at least out of his office. 
She hoped Travis was too distracted laughing to notice how red her face most definitely was. Though her trying to hide it by tucking a lock of her brown hair over her ear probably made it even more obvious.
When the chuckling calmed down, Travis stared at her with such a soft look in his eyes that Devan was sure her knees would’ve given out had she not had one hand on top of his desk to steady herself. 
His smile was as warm as morning sunlight shining through the window. “I really missed your laugh,” he whispered.
Devan’s blue eyes were as wide as saucers and it felt like a bomb just went off in the middle of the room. 
Did he just say what she thought he said or was her inner voice doing this to her?
“What?” she asked with a shaky breath and damn her heart was beating quite fast. She had to be sure!
Travis’s own expression morphed into one of shock as something, she won’t say what, seemed to dawn on him. “I… I… you…” he stuttered out.
He cleared his throat before, “I said… you… really missed your class. Class, yeah.” He smiled both proudly and sheepishly as he announced it, slowly too, like he was trying to find the right words. 
But Devan kept replaying in her head what he actually said, - what she hoped he actually said -, like a song on loop. 
If there was even the slightest chance that he felt - still felt - the same way about her, well…
They already lost five years, why waste more?
Devan took one small step closer towards him, closing the already little distance between the two. 
She looked up into those wonderful dark eyes of his that haunted her dreams almost every damn night.
“I really missed your class too,” she confessed, her lips curling up into a small, hesitant smile, hoping he’d get what she meant.
You could hear a pin drop with how quiet it got, both of them staring at each other. Devan didn’t know what she’d do if she misread him.
Was it too late to move back to Boston? She could convince her mom to go, probably. Tyler would miss his cousins but he could always call, and maybe they could visit for the holidays and-
“Dev,” Travis sounded a bit more confident now, and it reminded Devan of… of…
Well she’d cry if she recounted the entirety of the moment he told her he loved her so she was just going to focus on the present.
Travis closed the little space between them even more, his head moving down closer to hers. Devan’s breath hitched and her fingers twitched to reach out to him, like it was just instinct to hold him when they were this close to each other.
He raised his hand oh so so damn slowly until he cupped her cheek, and Devan practically collapsed into his touch. 
“You know what else I really miss?” he asked, his breath ghosting her skin and making her shiver. 
She took a chance. “Show me.”
He pressed his mouth to hers and the warmth that consumed her was instant. Kissing him again after all those years was like burning embers inside her sparking to life.
His lips still had that lingering bitterness from the coffee he no doubt had earlier, and Devan grinned inwardly at how comfortingly familiar it all was. She really missed it, too.
When they pulled away to breathe, Devan held Travis’s head in her hands, keeping his forehead pressed against hers. Travis kept his arms around her waist, holding her close against him.
He let out a heavy and content sigh. “Yep, definitely missed this too,” he teased as he squeezed her playfully. 
Devan laughed breathlessly and couldn’t resist giving him a quick peck. “If I’d known this was going to happen, I would’ve delivered lunch much earlier.”
Travis grinned, his eyes bright despite how tired he looked. “How much earlier?” 
She didn’t even miss a beat. “Like, the day I came back earlier.”
She felt Travis tense underneath her touch but just as quickly, his shoulders sagged and he captured her mouth in his for another kiss; this one hungrier than the last. Devan could’ve cried from having him so close again, from feeling his lips on hers again.
She curled her fingers in his dark locks to pull him in closer. Travis’s guttural growl vibrated against her and she was instantly flushed with desire, heat flooding her body in waves.
His hands trailed down her body and she let out a squeal when he suddenly picked her up and sat her butt down on top of his desk. 
She definitely had no regrets making the trip to the station now.
Travis moved away from her lips and pressed kisses from her jaw, down to her neck. He brushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder and a gasp left Devan’s lips.
He chuckled breathlessly against her neck. “Really missed those sounds o’ yours, too.”
Devan wrapped her legs around his waist. “This, ah Travis, this means we’re, you know, getting back together, or-”
Travis nipped her skin sharply and she whimpered. Then he raised his head, and his eyes stared at her with such raw emotion that she could’ve sobbed and told him she still loved him.
“I’ve always been yours,” he said, with fiery devotion that made her heart soar.
One hand cupped his cheek. “Trav, I-”
A knock on the door followed by “Hey T, I forgot the keys to the lodge. Think I left them in there,” from one Chris Hackett interrupted them.
Travis and Devan both froze, stopping dead in their tracks like they just realized where they were. It was like whatever was clouding and shielding them from the outside world faded away and here they were, back at his office in the police station.
Travis sighed in frustrations before clearing his throat and calling out, “Gimme a sec, just wrapping things up in here!”
Devan choked out a laugh at his choice of words, glancing at her legs still around his waist. Travis looked at her with an amused grin on his face. 
Then he kissed her forehead and whispered, “Man really needs to keep his keys on like a fucking necklace. This is the third time this week.” 
She sighed in annoyance as she leaned her head on his chest. As much as she would’ve loved to extend this long overdue reunion of theirs, the universe was apparently telling them to continue it later.
“I have to get back to the school anyway,” she whined, but she was also lowkey worried how Kaylee was handling the class while she was off making out with her no-longer-ex. 
“Yeah, ok,” Travis said resignedly. “Got some reports I gotta work on too.”
Knowing they had to act like two responsible adults, they fixed up their ruffled clothes and hair before inevitably opening up the door to let in one Chris Hackett.
The younger Hackett brother blinked as he stared at Devan. “D? You’re still here?” he asked disbelievingly but with a hint of something like glee in his voice.
Devan simply shrugged. “Travis and I were just,” she paused, looking for the right word, “reminiscing.”
Yeah she just made herself blush.
Chris raised an eyebrow up in suspicion and stared at her like he was trying to catch one of the kids lying about taking an extra cookie from the cookie jar. 
It wasn’t that she wanted to hide the fact that she and Travis were working things out; but they should at least talk about it some more first before the whole Hackett family found out. 
The camp leader hummed. “Yeah… Reminiscing. Sure.”
Travis groaned. “Keys, Chris? I got work to do.”
Devan bit back a laugh as Chris looked at her and Travis skeptically one more time before walking towards the desk. 
With the younger Hackett brother busy looking for his misplaced keys, Travis and Devan were left by the door. 
“You drive safely, ok? And thanks again for the sandwich,” the sheriff said, with an adorably goofy smile on his face.
Though Devan was sure she was smiling just as silly. “Just remove the crust and you’ll be fine,” she teased.
Travis chuckled and, like it was instinct for him, and like five years of being away from each other never happened, he kissed her cheek easily and comfortably. 
“Thanks, honey. I’ll see you later.”
Devan was actually about to reply with Yep, see you but before the words left her mouth, they heard a gasp come from behind them and saw Chris Hackett gape at them, keys comically dangling from his fingers as he pointed at them.
“Honey!? Holy shit, you guys are back together,” the younger brother announced. 
Travis, to his credit, kept that silly grin on his face and said, “Well yeah, we-”
“Oh my god the parent trap worked,” Chris interrupted.
Travis and Devan blinked.
Chris continued to gape at them, his mouth still open in amazement.
Travis stared down his brother like he was a suspect. “The what?”
Later, Devan and Tyler had dinner at the Hackett mansion, where the kids explained they planned the whole sandwich thing, as well as Chris stalling Travis, all in an effort to get the couple back together.
The kids got off easy but Travis ended up chasing Chris throughout the mansion. Bobby joined in just because. 
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spencersawkward · 3 years
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*house call // wes (Dollface)*
ssummary: when her pet cat gives her a scare, Reader decides to call the vet to make sure everything is going to be okay. 
pairing: Fem!Reader x Wes
word count: 5.4k
content warnings: discussion of cannabis/cannabis consumption, unprotected penetrative sex, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), SoftDom!Wes, breeding kink, creampie. 
request: can you do a wes smutty one shot if you’re down?! 
A/N: to be fair, i haven’t watched Dollface in a minute, but i’m obsessed with the domestic vibes that Matthew gives off when he plays Wes and i just thought it would be super cute. anyway, this was super fun also i wanna fuck Wes. ok enjoy!
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the absolute best part of your day is when the package arrives at your doorstep. you impulse-purchased it about two weeks ago while you were hanging out with one of your close friends, and you've been looking forward to trying it every day since. 
or, really, for your cat to try it. 
you've read reviews and been extremely diligent to make sure the stuff is completely safe, and everything you've seen or read was singing the praises of this cat weed (which isn't actually cannabis at all, but catnip made to look like it).
as you take the cardboard box to the kitchen table and pry open the top with the help of a Swiss army knife, you're grinning. Klimt comes scampering into the room to see what all the fuss is about, sitting at your feet with his tail curled around his legs. 
"no peeking." you scold him gently. your kitten, the friendliest little rescue tabby around, simply stares blankly back. when you remove the wrapping from the glass jar and stare at it up close, you're impressed by how realistic it looks. the label shows cat-friendly ingredients only, but you unscrew the top and get a whiff of catnip. 
Klimt begins to weave in between your legs, nudging them affectionately and beginning to purr. you giggle and bend down to give him a few pets. his nose twitches; he tries to sniff at the foreign object, but you put it back on the table. 
"don't be greedy, babe." you scratch between his pointed ears and he lets out a whiny meow. 
it's about his dinner time, and you were hoping to give him his treat tonight after he finishes his dry food. so you make yourself something simple with the leftovers in your fridge and do some more work on your laptop while you two eat together. 
you've had Klimt for a while, now. you call him a kitten even though he's a full-grown cat-- he's just as playful and enthusiastic as any newborn. his eyes are the color of meadow grass, and his nose is scattered with tiny freckles. it makes him look like he's just come from digging around the backyard, but it really just adds to his charm. 
not to mention his ceaselessly social tendencies: Klimt is always around when your friends come over, worming his way in between you or sitting on one of the free chair cushions to listen. you wonder if he knows what you're saying sometimes, because when you talk about the embarrassing things you've done that day or the failed interactions you've had, he always lifts his head to give you something of a judgmental stare. 
once you've settled down for the evening and turned on the TV, you decide that now is the time. Klimt is aimlessly poking at a few of his toys. he bats at a fake mouse between his paws.
"kitten," you click your tongue and get up to grab the jar. "are you ready to try this stuff?" 
as if he's going to answer. he hears your footsteps coming back his way and watches patiently. it's only when you pour out a little bit in front of him that he gets curious about the stuff. you admire his movements as he bends down and examines. 
although you keep an eye on him while watching your show, you don't notice much of a change in him. he starts to roll about on the floor, which is to be expected, but it's only when he starts to chase around his fake mouse that things get interesting. 
you laugh as Klimt goes nuts, jumping back and attacking the thing like he's ready to come in for the kill. it's really funny, but you're interrupted by your phone buzzing. you told your friend that you were doing this tonight. 
"hi!" you answer the FaceTime call right away. 
"how is he?" you can hear the smile in Andi's voice as you turn the camera. 
"he's loving it." 
"oh my god," she laughs. Klimt arches his back, leaping so highly in the air, you raise your eyebrows. "I wonder how long it'll last." she muses. 
"I'm guessing we'll get about an hour more of this before he passes out for the next two days." you joke. he gets strong bursts of energy usually, but they only last so long until he's curled up on the window sill or in your bed. 
Andi and you talk for a while as Klimt tires himself out and plays with all of his favorite toys. you dangle a string in front of him for a decent amount of time, too, just to make him get up on his hindquarters. he's a natural entertainer, a lithe little thing who lets out a few irritated meows to demonstrate his impertinence. 
after about forty-five minutes, however, you notice your cat's behavior change. he keeps raising his hackles and rolling about, and something about it makes you nervous. he doesn't usually act like this, not even when he plays with the other catnip toys he's accumulated. 
"what's wrong?" Andi notes your furrowed brow as you look past the camera of your phone and at your pet. 
"he's just acting really weird," you pat the couch cushion to call him over, but he doesn't even glance up. "I don't know why." 
"maybe it's the cat weed." she suggests. you purse your lips and try to think. 
"yeah, but nobody in the reviews ever mentioned anything like this."
"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N."  
"yeah, I know..." but you're worried. Klimt is your pal, your cuddle buddy. as he rubs his cheek against the wooden floor, you feel guilt pool in your stomach. if he's hurt because of some dumb online purchase, you're never going to forgive yourself. "I'm gonna call the vet just to be sure."  
"oh, okay," she sounds surprised, but doesn't try to stop you. "let me know what they say." 
"I will." you hang up the phone and stare at your companion for a few seconds. he leaps into the air and does a somersault before letting out some deeply disturbing whine that reminds you to call the vet. better safe than sorry.  
...
when the doorbell rings, you're practically twiddling your thumbs anxiously. Klimt hasn't settled at all, and you haven't even bothered to change out of your lounging ensemble. you're pretty sure you look a mess, but hopefully the person won't care too much. 
you don't know who to expect-- your usual vet is an older woman who is friends with your mom, but her receptionist said she was out tonight and would send over another vet to check it out. 
when you swing open the door, you immediately regret the decision to stay in sweatpants. 
"hi, I'm Wes." the guy gives you a friendly smile and holds up his bag. it's almost comically old-fashioned, something out of an old movie, and you half-expect him to be wearing a stethoscope around his neck. 
he's gorgeous, though. definitely a good amount older than you, tall with brown curls and stubble. his features stand out to you even under the porch light, and your mouth guppies idiotically. 
"hi," you manage. his eyes flicker to your hand, which is seemingly blocking him from coming inside the house, and you jolt back a little to let him in. you clear your throat. "sorry." 
as he steps inside and you close the door behind him, getting one tiny moment to yourself, your eyes widen. way to make yourself look like a bumbling fool. 
"I heard that there's a tabby who got into some catnip?" you catch him looking around the front of your house, eyes catching on the framed photos before finding yours again. you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but nod confidently.  
"yeah, Klimt. he should still be in the living room." 
"Klimt? like the artist?" he chuckles and follows you into the rest of the home. his voice has a nice timbre to it, something low and gentle that fits well with his occupation.  
"yeah, exactly." you turn to smile at him. 
you hear the cat before you see him. he's climbed to the top of his cat tree and leaps down onto the ground, paws hitting the surface in a way that can't have been comfortable. he chirps and looks up at Wes, whose lips are turned up with amusement.    
"are you the man of the hour?" he asks, approaching the cat. Klimt's pupils get enormous and he prepares to pounce on the newcomer. 
"careful--" you start to warn him, but the cat launches himself right into Wes' arms. the vet turns to you, holding him to his chest, and grins. warmth spreads over your skin with embarrassment. "sorry." 
"no need to apologize," he starts to pet Klimt, who is only slightly struggling to escape. he wants to go wild again, but Wes isn't going to let go. "they call me the Cat Wrangler at the office." 
"really?" you snort. he brings your pet over to the couch and sets him on the cushions, careful to keep him in place. 
"no way." he shoots you a dazzling smile. the joke makes you giggle, and you feel yourself become even more self-conscious about the outfit you're wearing. this is just your luck, having hot guys come over when you distinctly look your worst. 
Wes scratches between Klimt's ears and glances up at you again. "is there any reason in particular you're worried about the catnip?" 
"yeah, actually," you nod, brought back to reality. "I know it's supposed to make them more playful, but he's just been acting weird and I got worried that there was something in it that messed with his head." 
"can I see the container for it?" he asks. you go to grab the jar, only to remember that it proudly announces itself as cannabis for cats. profound embarrassment causes you to hesitate with the stuff in your hands. 
it's not like he's here for you to flirt with, but you're still thinking about how stupid and young you're going to look with this stuff in front of him, a hot older guy who seems to have his life under control. you peek at him once more from the kitchen, at the way he smiles and starts to talk softly to Klimt as if he were a peer. 
he's kinda crazy, and it makes you smile. 
"it's cat weed." you hand him the glass container, and Wes breaks into a grin as he looks at the front. 
"oh my gosh, I've heard about this!" his eyes move quickly over the label. you're in shock. 
"really?"
"yeah, it's hilarious. here, can you make sure our friend here doesn't move while I read the ingredients?" he gestures. the knot of anxiety within you loosens a bit. you nod obediently, going to scoop up your pet and sit him on your lap. he's still squirmy, but he doesn't look ready to attack either of you, thankfully. 
"hey, you." you greet your pal affectionately. his tail is wagging impatiently while Wes kneels on the ground beside the couch. there's a silver ring on his finger, but you notice with relief that it's not on his fourth one. 
when he sets the jar down on the coffee table with the kind of smile that hints at some secret amusement, you frown. "what?"
"nothing," he shakes his head. "Klimt is gonna be totally fine."
"are you sure?" you pet the feline's smooth coat. 
"definitely. you know how drugs affect people differently?" he asks. you want to say no, you don't know that because why would you, but then you remember that there is quite literally a glass-blown bowl sitting on your kitchen table. 
"sure." you reply honestly. 
"it's the same with cats: some just feel the effects a little more." he shrugs. you think this over for a second. 
"that makes sense." 
"yeah, I'd estimate about an hour more of this wildcat behavior before he takes a ten-hour nap." he cracks another joke and you find yourself totally charmed by him. something about the way he talks just makes your heart beat like crazy.  
"that's a relief." 
he chuckles and stands up, grabbing the bag (which he never even had to use) and starting to walk out of the living room. you can smell his delicious cologne as he moves past you.  
"sorry for making you come out here so late." you apologize from the couch. Wes turns to look at you with an easygoing expression. his free hand is tucked into his pocket.  
"no worries. you have a lovely home." he gestures to the kitchen, and then at the bowl sitting there in the open. you have to fight the smile on your face.  
"thanks." you're smirking. right before he's about to head back out, you ask a question that's been wriggling around in your mind since he arrived. "why no title?" 
"you mean, like, Doctor or something?" he stops in the threshold. one hand leans against it while he answers your question. you still can't get over how tall he is. 
"sure. I mean, you are a doctor, right?" it comes out more dubious than you intended, but he doesn't get offended, only smiles. 
"yes, I'm a doctor. I went to Davis." he points like the school is right outside your door. you nod.  
"cool." 
there's a silence where you just look at each other, and you forget that you look like you just rolled out of bed. he clears his throat. 
"to answer your question, I just go by Wes because you're not my patient-- Klimt is." he points to the kitten, who is now chasing his own tail like a dog. you snort at the sight. 
"how humble of you." 
"I know, right?" he's joking. you find yourself not wanting him to leave, even though you've really just met. he's so sweet and funny and handsome... your stomach is flipping over and over like a schoolgirl. 
and it's stupid that you can't think of one plausible reason for him to stay, but every step he takes shortens your time to think. so you just blurt, instead. 
"would you want a beer?" 
Wes pauses and looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "a beer?" 
"yeah, I mean... you came all the way out here and I just feel bad for causing a fuss over nothing." you scramble slightly to justify your words. you don't ever drink beer-- do you even have any? god, this is embarrassing.  
the vet checks the watch on his wrist, then smiles at you with a halting kind of enjoyment, before nodding. "sure." 
"okay, great." you turn on your heel to hide the grin on your face. he follows you again to the kitchen area and leans against the counter while you open the fridge. the best form of flirting you can manage right now is bending over shamelessly and taking your time to poke around. 
thankfully, there are three cold bottles left towards the back. you take out two and use the tool in one of your drawers to pop the tops off. he watches patiently, takes a sip when you hand the drink to him. your eyes meet. 
"so, what prompted the cat weed purchase?" he starts the conversation effortlessly, and you try to keep your eyes from wandering over the shape of him. now that he's just standing in front of you, you're noticing the way his sweater sits against his frame, his long legs and the way his head rests on an elegantly-proportioned neck. 
"I just saw it and thought it would be fun." you shrug honestly. he smiles.  
"do you think you're gonna let him try it again another time?"  
"I don't know," you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm a little nervous, but he also was having a lot of fun until I made him sit still." 
"fair enough." you both turn your gazes to the cat. he's nudging a little toy ball with his nose and watching it roll across the floor. there are tiny bells inside that jingle. Wes turns back to you. "what do you do?"
"graphic designer." 
"an artist." he raises his brows, impressed. 
"not exactly saving animal lives, but I get by." you take another sip of your drink. 
"it's not like that, mostly." he rolls his eyes playfully. 
"then what's it like?"
"I just see and talk to people's pets all day. it's a pretty great job, even when it's not. you know?" he's optimistic about it. you're drawn to his positive energy, to the way he smiles when he speaks like he's preparing to deliver a witty joke. 
 you're hopelessly attracted to him, and the space between you is becoming unbearable. even though he's a guy you just met, you can feel in your gut that something about this is just right. you want his body against yours. 
 "you okay?" he breaks what you only now realize is a silence, and you blink to clear the dirty images from your mind. 
"yeah." only thinking about you fucking me against a countertop. it must be the fact that you haven't gotten laid in a while or something, because you usually aren't this attracted to people within the first hour. it takes longer for you to even want to kiss them.  
"what kind of stuff do you design?" he seems genuinely interested as he shifts and continues to nurse his drink.  
"I work for a tech startup downtown, so it's a lot of website work to make sure it's navigable and pretty." you try to sum up your duties, but it's hard when his hazel eyes are so intent. he listens to every word.  
"do you do personal work, too? like, just for you?" 
"actually, yeah!" this sparks your excitement. 
"can I see?" his smile widens. "only if you're comfortable, of course."  
"sure." you're beaming.  
he stays put as you start to go out of the kitchen, but then you smile. "you can come with." 
"oh." he sets his beer down on the counter and follows you, slightly surprised. but you don't care; you were nervous before, but he's stayed for this long. maybe he wants you, too. 
once you get to your bedroom, you're grateful that it's been freshly cleaned. there's even a bouquet from the flower's market sitting on your dresser, and you head over to the desk to sift through the drawers for what you want. 
"cool room." he compliments from the threshold. he's careful not to make you uncomfortable, but also can't resist the curiosity that draws his gaze from wall to wall. you find the stack of papers and smile. 
"thanks," you place the folder in his hands. "these are some printed versions of stuff I did last year." 
Wes immediately begins to flip through the art. him seeing your stuff makes you nervous, so you pretend to focus on straightening up the few items that sit on your desk. you wipe your fingertip over a nonexistent film of dust. 
"these are amazing," he says, holding a card stock copy in between his index and middle fingers. "holy shit."
"thank you." you're trying to keep from smiling too hard. you can tell that he's being genuine with his compliments, and it makes your heart swell. 
"definitely. are you showing anywhere?" 
"at an exhibit downtown a couple months back, but I've been so busy with work that personal stuff hasn't really been on the table, you know?"
he nods in understanding and continues to go through until the end. when he's finished, he looks up and sees you, his eyes concentrated. he doesn't speak at first, and an undercurrent ripples across the room. there are about three feet between you, and you have no excuse to lessen it. 
he licks his lips slowly. you purse yours, unsure of what to say. 
"I'm glad you called tonight." his voice is lower, slightly uncertain, like he's testing the boundaries. except you don't want boundaries right now. you want to go wild on him. 
"me, too." you reply. it's in your eyes, that begging for him to do what you're scared to initiate. 
your tongue is pressed to the back of your teeth in anticipation. and when he sets the art back on your desk and comes closer, you feel yourself give in. bubbles of excitement travel up your body as he grabs your face and bends down to kiss you. 
it's full, passionate, not the kind of kiss you give someone you've just met. laced with desire and longing, you respond immediately. hands immediately run to his forearms, over his shoulders as he imposes beautifully on your form. it's so hard, you lean back slightly. your torso presses against his until he pushes you against the wall. 
the slight gasp that escapes your lips causes him to smile, followed by your moan and clutching fingers. the material of his sweater, the taste of him mingled with that sophisticated, gentle smell of cologne that you want printed all over your skin. 
"come here." he murmurs against your mouth and reaches down to the back of your thigh so you can hook your leg around his waist. you whine at the easy access he has to grind against your core, both of you desperate. 
"Wes." you pant into his open mouth. he sucks on your bottom lip before finding your cheek and jaw. his fingertips tighten around your flesh. 
"this feel good, sweetheart?" he checks in. coincidentally, his jeans grind against your panties at exactly the right spot and your hips jump. you release a pleasured yelp. 
"mhmm." 
"sounds like it." he latches onto your throat with a possessive excitement. you can feel him sucking and biting at the skin until you're positive there'll be marks tomorrow. you hope there are; purpled evidence of his touch. he digs his nails into your thighs. "you like it when older men touch you, baby?" 
he blows over your tender throat before attacking it again. you sigh contentedly at the way he mingles sensations for your pleasure. "yes." 
he grunts and nips at your collarbone, sliding the strap of your top down your shoulder so that he can effortlessly flutter his lips over the skin. you grip at him and toss your head back against the wall. his weight on yours is divine. it makes you weak, but that doesn't matter. he's practically holding you up at this point. 
when his hand pushes under the hem of your shirt and dances over your stomach, you arch your back for more. he's gentle yet firm, pulling you close like he wants to breathe your oxygen. he's tracing over your ribcage, all the way up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping one and moaning into your shoulder. 
he kisses you again with an aching hunger that can't be satiated. your tongues meet and Wes finds your hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric of your bralette. you sigh while he starts to circle one with his thumb.  
"you're perfect." he breathes. 
you want to bask in this moment, to enjoy the shock across your skin when he reaches his hand back down between your bodies to dip below the waistband of your sweatpants, but you're just so greedy. he could make you cum over and over and it would never be enough. 
"what do you want me to do to you?" Wes is hovering over your lower stomach, dangerously close to where you need him most. he's teasing. the warmth of his skin drives you mad. his breath brushes over the shell of your ear. 
"fuck me." it's the only response you can fathom. every other instinct in your body flies out the window and is replaced by a craving to sink your proverbial (and literal) teeth into him.
but he loves it, apparently, because he pushes you back against the wall with a nearly bruising force. "I can do that." 
with those words, he quickly grabs your other leg and lifts you into his arms, bringing you to the bed and laying you delicately on the mattress while you giggle. you stare up at him with an almost daydreamy lust. his cheeks are flushed. 
you only get a second of that heavenly sight, though, before he dips down and pushes your shirt up to see your tits and kiss up the chasm between your ribs. his stubble tickles your skin, which causes you to smile. 
by the time he's pulled your sweatpants off and tossed them to the side, you're whining for him to strip down as well. 
"what is it, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your tummy. when you try to squeeze your thighs, he pushes them apart. 
"I wanna see you." your fingertips touch at his sweater. he chuckles and pulls the garment over his head. it messes up his perfect hair even more and you love it, tangling your fingers in it. he bites his lip. 
"do you want me to taste you first?" he keeps stroking the inside of your thighs and staring down at the skimpy lace that you're positive that you've already soaked. you're making him crazy with the way you roll your hips against air, against nothing, seeking any kind of stimulation. 
"I can't wait." you shake your head. as nice as it would be, you're going to implode if he doesn't fill you up soon. he drags his fingers down your clothed slit and groans when he feels just how ready you are for him. 
"let's take these off then, okay, sweetheart?" he hooks his fingers in the panties and waits for you to nod before tugging them down your legs. you whimper at the cool air that hits your core, soaked and needy. Wes stares at your body on display for him. 
as he gets back up from the floor to kiss you again, you both work to remove the rest of his clothes. his skin is perfect under your hands. his chest is warm, solid, and when he climbs on top of you, his arms rest on either side of your head.
one hand comes down to grab his own cock and stroke it a few times before lowering himself to rub it against your throbbing clit. you whimper at the pressure; he's mindless when he feels how easily you cover him in your essence. 
"so fucking wet..." he groans while rutting against you. 
"Wes, please--" your breath hitches. "put it in." 
"begging?" he teases your entrance with the head and smirks. "good girl." 
"mhmm." you're smiling, but your mouth drops open when he pushes himself inside. 
it's a heavy feeling, him filling you up. he's thick and the stretching of your walls makes him groan and rest his head on your shoulder. he kisses the skin there while diving deeper into your body. 
you're shaking slightly from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his size forcing your body to work quickly to accommodate. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you run your hands over his back and shoulders to stay grounded. it feels like a dream. 
he starts to pull out, coated in your wetness while you whimper below him, and he grabs your face with one hand in a dominant, soft gesture. "okay?"
"yeah." 
he pushes back in. the air in your lungs is practically gone at this point, he's so deep inside. your eyes roll back and push your hips up to take him at a new angle. Wes finds his pace easily, rocking into your body at a manageable pace to let you get used to the sensation. 
every time his hips roll down and he buries himself in you, he presses on your clit and sends a new shock through your body. he leans on his elbows to get closer and feel every undulation of your body. you love how his thrusts force your legs apart, how he moans your name and causes the headboard to repeatedly hit the wall while maintaining eye contact. hazel irises that rake over your features with lust. 
"you feel so good." he speeds up a little when he hits a certain spot. you can feel him deep and hard, causing a small bump to rise in your stomach with each stroke. his voice is husky and dark. like a man starved. 
"fuck..." you drag your nails down his back. he groans at the red marks that you will no doubt leave for him. 
"clingy thing, huh?" he sucks at your throat affectionately. "I come over for one thing and you can't help yourself." 
hearing Wes speak through his own panting is like listening to a secret, and you never want it to stop. he's reveling in the sordid crush of his own wants, and the way he shoves into you shows you that he has no intention of slowing down for a while. 
"I'm impatient." you smirk. he pulls away to admire your expression. 
"so am I." he kisses your lips and starts to pound into you. the juxtaposition of his tenderness and the sharp snap of his hips to yours fills you with butterflies. you love how much he wants to ruin you. 
"Wes-- oh my god!" you whimper. he grabs your hips and yanks them closer to him so he can go as deep as possible, so he can hit your cervix. 
"that's right, sweetheart," he pants. you can tell that he's starting to lose control. "say my name. I want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for me." 
the commanding tone makes your body shake. "I- I'm cumming, Wes, please--"
"please what, baby?" he taunts. his index finger is tracing over your jaw. 
you don't know what it is that you're wanting, except more. as your form shudders and tightens, walls fluttering around his cock, you lose the capacity to speak. you grind your hips against him and cry out pathetically while he pushes you back down and slams ruthlessly into your pussy. 
"cum inside-- please, I need it--" you writhe. he groans at the request. 
"fuck, yes..." he sheathes himself. "take it."
you gasp as he repeatedly hits your weakest point and spills hot ropes of his cum inside you, still thrusting in and out and whimpering into your shoulder at the clenching sensation you give his cock. it's warm, strangely delightful, nearly sending you into another orgasm sheerly from the sight. 
he mutters unintelligibly as he empties himself in your pussy, but you catch a growled "so needy," between deep moans. you're clinging to him like you'll never have it again. you might not. 
he slows down, giving shallower thrusts while riding out his high and shoving his cum deeper inside. it turns lazy and messy, both of you panting, before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you. 
you press the back of your hand to your forehead. it's sweaty from all the work he just put you through, but you feel amazing at the same time. your eyes keep flickering from the ceiling above to his rising and falling chest beside you. his nose twitches; he turns his head to look at your face. 
although you expect him to say something, he doesn't. instead, you just stare at each other. the air conditioner rattles gently in the background. you're not sure how long this lasts, this soaking in, but he's the first to break it. 
"hey." 
you find the corners of your lips turning up. "hi." 
"do you mind if I go get something to clean you up?" he asks softly, his fingertips finding your forearm with ease and drifting over it.
"sure. bathroom is the first door on the left." 
he gets up and you watch him gather his clothes, eyes glued to his perfect form. you can't believe you just had sex with your veterinarian. you don't regret it at all. 
he wanders out of the room and your eyes follow, only to see Klimt sitting patiently by the door. 
"what are you doing, perv?" you tease as he comes over and leaps up onto the bed. his kitten paws pad over the blankets and settle into the crook of your arm. you smile to yourself, recalling how sweet the vet was with him. "hey, Wes?" you call out. 
"yeah?" he comes back into the room with a warm washcloth and a small smile on his face. 
"would you wanna get coffee or something sometime?" you bite your lip. maybe he doesn't want to go on a date, but it's worth a shot.
"sure." he breaks into a grin that makes you giddy. thank god, because you really were hoping to see him again. 
you can't wait.  
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a forever thing. ||kars x fem! reader
wrote this one a few weeks ago bc a friend said i should write something with kars,, ended up being too long and i don’t think she ever finished reading it;; also, spoilers for if you haven’t finished battle tendency !!
word count: 2233
summary: training alongside caesar and joseph, you end up being kidnapped by the remaining two pillar men after the death of esidisi. a closet bookworm, you end up spending most of your time cooped up in the library of the rundown hotel, though most of your time is spent thinking of the leader himself. after kars drops some undeniable hints, you decide to test the waters.
trigger warnings: none :)
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          Being taken for a sort of ransom by aztec gods wasn’t exactly on the agenda today. 
          After Joseph had killed Esidisi, the remaining two were -- as expected -- on edge. Wamuu, the youngest, and Kars, the eldest. You could grasp a fleeting understanding on why they chose you specifically, but nothing enough to make complete sense in your brain. It could have been Caesar, it could have been Lisa Lisa, but no. As of now, they were treating you quite well, actually. You figured Wamuu was the only reason you weren’t bound by rope and eating out of a dog bowl right now. Instead, you were perched upon a plush reading chair in a rundown library, clad in a comfortable robe (thanks to Wamuu, you weren’t stuck in your sweaty outfit from before). You had planned on touring to Switzerland one day after the war, but being trapped inside a rundown hotel with no real access to vitamin D was really taxing your health (mentally and physically) and never intended to be something you spent your time doing while here.
          In your rough-skinned hands, you held a worn copy of In Search of Lost Time. Your reading comprehension had improved over the past few weeks, at least. A rough knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. “I’m here.” You said calmly, hoping it was the younger Pillar Man. Of course your desires were not met. Kars stepped into the library, his headscarf absorbing some of the light from the candle lit on the table next to you. He eyed you in what appeared to be mild distaste. “Why are you awake?” You looked up from the book with an odd expression. “What do you mean?” You asked him. The god huffed softly, motioning to the boards on the windows. “The sun has gone down. Are you not tired?” You pulled your gaze over to the covered windows. “...Oh.”
          You had failed to notice the absence of flittering rays much earlier. “Wait, what time is it?” You mumbled to yourself. You looked at the grandfather clock on the wall to your right and your expression dropped. “It’s 1 am.” he mumbled, crossing his arms. You pursed your lips and quietly closed the book. You uncrossed your legs and set it back on the shelf. Kars watched you slowly make your way back and forth. “What about you?” You asked, wrapping your fingers around the candle tray. He stared at you. Were you asking why he was up? “What do you mean?” He asked with a sigh. “You’re still up, but you aren’t tired.” You stated while approaching him. He didn’t move. “I’ve told you this. Neither me nor Wamuu need sleep, human. Es-” He stopped himself mid sentence and his cold expression seemed to falter for only a moment. You had learned, in your three weeks here, that the pillar men deemed it inappropriate to show emotion to anyone other than family members or mates. 
          Kars had never slipped up around you before. 
          The gears in your brain began turning. Kars wouldn’t show something like that to Wammu even, at least that’s what you’d been told. Why, even if for a split second, would he let you see that? Did he see you as someone close? The mere idea was laughable. Kars’ cold exterior soon returned, though. Simply brushing aside the sight, you continued to listen to him. “Esidisi didn’t need sleep, either.” He continued, his voice almost strained. Was Kars trying to hide his pain? You looked at him with soft eyes. Kars seemed to get minorly flustered and removed his gaze from you.
          You sighed gently and gazed cautiously into his blooming red eyes, the simple sight of them making your stomach twirl a bit. He made you feel floaty when he looked at you. Your cheeks flushed and you looked away. You saw in your hazy peripheral that he had furrowed an eyebrow. “What?” He asked hesitantly, looking back at you. “Hm?” You couldn’t look back at him. “I was just wondering about something, that’s all.” You begged that the bluff worked on him, but you knew that Kars was smart. He didn’t respond for a few seconds, his eyes flickering across your face and body, looking for a hint of something in your body language. 
          He sighed and motioned for you to follow him. You stood there and glanced at him curiously, his back turned and footsteps echoing. He turned his head to look at you. “I’m taking you to your chambers. Come.” He said with a bored expression. “O-Oh, right.” You whispered. You jogged up to him, but slowed your pace once you were next to him. “What was it?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him without moving your head. “What?” He sighed through his nose. “You said you were wondering about something.” Your mouth opened to the shape of an O. “Right. I was just curious, uh, Kars. Do you think you could sleep if you tried?” You queered hesitantly, avoiding your original thought of Kars’ sadness. You looked back ahead of you. Kars gazed to his right, thinking. “An odd question, human. Why do you ask?” You shrugged slightly. “I dunno. Curiosity, I guess.” Kars aired out a small ‘hm.’ and inhaled sharply.
          “Curiosity is a dangerous fault in humans. No matter how long I sleep, that will forever remain a constant.” You cocked your head to the side a bit, working up the courage to turn to him as you both walked. “What do you mean?” He looked down at you, a strand of his hair tufting out slightly. “It’s what got that damned Joestar wrapped into this mess. If not for him, we wouldn’t need to deal with this. Our mission would be far less… complicated.” You nodded your head. “And that’s been a forever-thing?” He squinted his eyes. “A what?” 
          “Well, that’s what my dad used to call it.” You said with a gentle chuckle. “Y’know, a forever-thing. Something that’s been around for forever. Literally and figuratively.” 
          “A forever-thing?” He pressed.
          “Mhm.”
          “Humans and their idiotic names for simple terms.” he spat.
          “Oh really?”
           He scoffed. “Yes.”
          “Then what would you call it?” You joked, putting a playfully heavy emphasis on your words. Kars groaned, but deep inside his old bones, he felt something. He could admire beauty when he saw it, especially for a human, but this was getting out of hand. You were completely oblivious to the fact that Kars had taken an especial liking to you, which he was grateful for. His cold demeanor felt almost immoral around you. You were similar to that Joestar boy, but you were somehow more tangible. He could… stand you, sure, but he didn’t know why. He had been surrounded by nothing but cold glares and serious attitudes his whole life, and he magnified it in the way he lived. It’s what earned him the highest rank in what now remained of the tribes, being merely him and Wamuu. 
          Though, having you around was a strangely acceptable change of tone. He began finding himself seeking out your attention, like 10 minutes ago. You weren’t in your bed, so he came looking for you where you normally sat; the library. You were propped in that chair, now claimed as yours, with your knees to your chest and a book in your hands. You seemed almost magnetizing, you seemed almost… well, he wasn’t sure. He’d never felt this way. Why did you grab his attention? You held him in your fingers like putty, rubbing him in all the right ways. Maybe, because of you, his opinion on the human species wouldn’t be so dire. Maybe, in your toothy grins, your glittering eyes, and your gentle hands,  you would change his mind. 
          Only then, did he realize you had taken his hand in yours.
          He quickly pulled it away. “Don’t touch me.” He spat, eyeing you. You chuckled and shrugged. “Sorry, force of habit. Whenever my dad was deep in thought, I’d grab his hand to pull him back to Earth.” Kars scoffed, rubbing his hand as though trying to get the feeling of your rough hands off of him. They were hard and calloused from training, he presumed, though it added to his simple adoration. He had never met a woman like this. His eyes lingered back to your hands for a moment before looking back ahead. “Well, I’m not your father.” You simply smiled ahead and didn’t respond.
          Kars let his hands fall to his sides and the two of you make it up the set of stairs to your room. The door sat closed, and you looked at Kars. “Would you mind, Kars, if I told you something?” You questioned casually, entering your room and looking at him from the inside. He nodded once and silently asked you to continue. Your face grew warm and you looked to the side, unable to look at him for a moment. “You…” You began, unsure how to tell him. He raised an eyebrow. “I what?” He said. You knew he was an impatient man when it came to things like this; you had heard it from Wamuu whenever he’d bring you food. “Spit it out.” You sighed and looked at him, your gaze wavering and nervous. “You aren’t half bad, Kars.” You said with an awkward tone of voice. You knew you were treading on thin ice, but you didn’t know when you’d actually be able to tell him alone.
          Kars’ stance was unmoved. The meaning behind your words didn’t fully strike him until after the two of you silently stared at each other for 20 seconds. His face, twisted in mild confusion, soon loosened up. Realization clubbed him like a wooden baseball bat behind his knees. His maroon eyes darted across your face and his lips parted slightly. “What -- What are you saying?” He said quietly. He was sure his brain was playing tricks, but your face, it seemed so fearfully genuine. Sweat accumulated on the back of his neck in his headscarf. Kars was a god; the most powerful pillar man. He was above this. Why did… Why did it feel wrong to act that way around you? Why did he feel almost guilty when he acted superior?
          You stood motionless. “I mean, y’know. I enjoy… your… your company.” You stumbled over her words. Were you being intimate with him? He’d never seen this side of you. You noticed Kars slipping up on his own standards again, as well. His surprised emotions were clear as day, etched cleanly into his chiseled features. His fangs poked out onto his lower lip, a simple protrusion which you had wished you didn't find cute. You genuinely thought that Kars was attractive.
          Then again, who wouldn’t? He stood tall, around 6’8”. He towered over most all he came in contact with, but that was simply second nature to you now. You were used to craning your neck to get a better look at those blood-red eyes that almost seemed to despise you. A dark loft of his hair would make its cameo every now and again. He’d always get flustered whenever you’d mention it, telling you that he didn’t need the approval of a human. He’d then, a minute or so later, slyly tuck it back in. It’s not that he didn’t know, of course; it’s just that he only cared enough about it if you took the time to tell him.
          Wamuu had noticed his growing infatuation with you and the thought brought him a smile. After sitting down with Kars and listening to him do nothing but wax poetic about you earlier tonight, he told him to go find you. Maybe take a walk with you, if he felt like it. Kars kindly took up the offer; it seemed you had humbled him in that department, too. Normally he wouldn’t bother taking anyone’s advice, but here he was. Pulling him from the crevasse of his rushing brain was your hand, humbly wrapping your fingers around his.
          Kars stared at his hands, fingers being separated by your own, in blatant shock. “You aren’t as bad as I thought you’d be.” You whispered, barely audible to him. He locked eyes with you and without thinking, going against everything he’d ever stood for in the past, he curled his fingers around yours as well. You smiled softly and looked down, avoiding his gaze. Kars’ lips pulled back together, his lips twitching, desperately wanting to smile. “I suppose.” He said hesitantly. “Why are you being nice to me?” He soon asked, turning his gaze back to your face.
          He pulled his hand away, taking a step back. “I…” You murmured, retracting your hand as well. He looked between his fingers as though he’d touched gold, small glittering remnants still freckled along his palm. “I don’t know.” you finished with a heavy sigh. He closed his hand into a fist and looked at you with nervous confidence. “Well, if there’s nothing more, then I will take my leave.” He said quickly, nearly stuttering his words. He turned on his heel and began going the way he came. You gazed at his back as he swiftly left the hallway and sighed in disbelief. You had just grabbed his hand.
          Kars, it seemed, had fallen in love with the enemy.
          The enemy, it seemed, had felt exactly the same.
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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"
100% I can!! :D
Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.
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Hifumi Yamada
•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is
•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)
•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️
•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")
•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?
•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.
•And back to work he goes :›
•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.
•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!
•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!
•He felt a bit- different.
•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.
•He needed you closer.
•He needed- you.
•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.
•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.
•Why was he so clingy?
•You already read this script-
•And read that one too-
•Didnt he have things to do?
•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!
•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.
"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."
"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"
•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out
"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."
•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.
•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.
•Which was returned with a loud,
"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"
•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*
•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.
•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear
•He just couldn't hold back!
•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
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Teruteru Hanamura
•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS
•Love Potion exists?
•He probably bought it.
•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.
•He 100% cooks for you.
•Breakfast? In bed.
•Lunch? Made your favorite food.
•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D
•And his food is just 😩 to die for
•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!
•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.
•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him
•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.
•Now for the fun part
•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.
•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.
•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge
•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.
•Drank the damn love potion-
•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.
•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you
•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(
•He still does cook for you though
•And leaves you little snacks
•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)
•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something
•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech
•Hes so nervous oh poor baby
•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-
•He was so embarrassed-
•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen
•He cooks his feelings away
•That is alot of food-
•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him
•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him
•You were worried :(
•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.
•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you
•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.
"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"
"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."
"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"
•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you
•He wanted to confess so badly!!
•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!
•But he was so scared :(
•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence
"I already apologized cher'..."
"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"
"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"
"Did you just say you love me?"
"I-I did..?"
•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.
•You had to shut him up by squishing his face
•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.
•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss
•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence
"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."
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Ryoma Hoshi
•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy
•Where do I start?
•Lets start with
•He's absolute shit at feelings.
•Like really.
•He refused to believe he fell for you.
•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.
•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.
•You get the point.
•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.
•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.
•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went
•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.
•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.
•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!
•Ah shit.
•That damn Kokichi.
•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.
•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.
•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.
"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"
"The what."
"Oops~"
"You little-"
•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.
•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?
•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.
•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.
•No one was allowed in.
•He could feel the effects of the potion working.
•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt
•Fucking hell-
•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.
•He almost cried.
•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!
•And he refused to talk to you!!
•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.
•With no avail.
•Goddammit.
•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.
•He'd confess and leave right after.
•If you said no, that would be the end of it.
•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.
=
•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.
•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking
"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."
•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-
•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.
"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."
•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms
•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body
•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly
•This was nice. He felt....loved.
•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.
"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."
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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-
I absolutely adore these three.
If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!
I had a great time writing this!!
Thanks for requesting!!!
-Vex ∆
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Kokichi, Kaito and Kiibo saving their little sister from being killed
**MASSIVE V3 SPOILERS IN KAITO’S SCENARIO**
I loved writing the one with Mondo, Gundham and Kiyo, so let’s hope these live up to expectations!
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Kokichi:
You were making your way to the dining hall for a snack.
The 2nd motive had been dealt out about a week ago, and people were getting tense.
Except for your big brother Kokichi. He was his usual care-free self.
It was a little annoying, but at least he was feeling okay.
As you skipped through the halls, you passed Kirumi.
“Hi, Kirumi!”
She nodded in your direction, but she seemed nervous.
“Is everything okay? You look upset...”
She sighed and looked at you.
“I found my motive video...”
She started to fiddle with the pockets of her dress and it looked like something was in them.
“W... What was it?”
She sighed once again and reached into her pocket.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.”
“What do you- H-HUH?!”
She pulled out a small knife from her pocket.
“I need... I need to escape!”
She charged towards you and you screamed, running in the other direction.
You weren’t even looking where you were going. You were just running and screaming.
“K-KOKICHI! KOKICHI! HELP ME!”
You continued to run with tears blurring your vision.
Kirumi’s footsteps were getting closer, so you sped up.
You eventually found yourself cornered.
“N-No...”
She walked towards you slowly, but you couldn’t run anymore.
“K-Kirumi please-”
“I’ll make it painless, Y/n. I promise.”
She grabbed your arm.
“Just close your eyes and it’ll all be over...”
She raised the knife in the air, and then just as she went to bring it down-
“What are you doing?”
Your eyes widened and so did Kirumi’s, only her eyes were wide with fear.
“K-KOKICHI!”
She let you go and you ran towards him.
He pulled you behind him immediately.
“K-Kokichi I swear this isn’t what it looks like!”
“Oh? What is it then, Kirumi? Because to me, it looks like you were about to kill my little sister.”
He looked down at you with a grin.
“Is that right, Y/n? Is that what I saw?”
You nodded, clinging to his shirt.
He sighed and shook his head, looking towards the maid.
“I hate liars. You know that, right? So I’d suggest that you run along and don’t get near us either again, okay?”
Kirumi immediately sprinted away, leaving you with your brother.
He knelt down to your height with a serious expression.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded softly and hugged him tight. He reciprocated.
You nuzzled into his shoulder and started to cry.
“It’s okay now, my little grape soda... Your big brother is gonna keep you safe forever and ever...”
Kaito:
You were in the library, reading a book.
It had been a few days since the killing game had began.
You felt safe having Kaito around, so you didn’t mind being alone.
As you were reading, you heard the door to the library swing open
You looked up from your book for a moment and smiled as Tsumugi walked in.
“Hey, Tsumugi! What’s up?”
She waved and sat next to you, smiling when she saw the manga you were reading.
“Ah! The Promised Neverland! Excellent choice!”
You smiled.
“Yeah. Thanks for recommending it!”
She smiled and nodded.
“No problem! By the way, I need your help with something real quick.”
You put the book down.
“Whatcha need?”
All of a sudden, her smile faded.
“Uhh... Tsumugi?”
“I worked my entire life for this... For all of this... and all you do is sit and watch!”
“W...What do you-”
She grabbed your wrist and pinned you against a wall.
“Danganronpa can’t end... It can never end... So there must be a first kill!”
“W-What’s going on?! What are you talking about?!”
“Since I’m about to kill you, I guess it’s fine to confess... I’m the mastermind, Y/n Momota, and your death will be ruled as a tragic accident...”
Your eyed widened and you let out a scream.
“N-NO! LET ME GO!”
She smirked evilly and shoved you against a bookshelf. You hit your head pretty bad and got dizzy.
“Oh dear! The shelf is about to fall... A tragic accident...”
Just as the shelf began to fall, and before you had a chance to react, you were shoved out of the way.
“WHAT IS- AHH!”
The shelf fell down... and took Tsumugi with it.
You looked up at who had shoved you, your eyes widening as you saw Kaito panting heavily.
He pulled you close so you couldn’t look at the blood pooling on the ground.
“I’ve gotcha... I’ve gotcha... You’re okay, Y/n...”
“I-I just- I-I don’t- W-What happened?!”
He tightened his grip and began to softly stroke your hair.
“It’s okay now, it’s over. You’re safe.”
You hid your face in his chest and started to cry. The door slammed once again and Maki ran into the library.
There wasn’t a body discovery announcement.
Kiibo:
You were charging in your room.
Kiibo’s battery was larger than yours, so you had to charge once during the day, like a child taking a nap.
Professor Idabashi had only built you 5 years ago. You were still very young and naïve.
For that reason, Kiibo was very protective over you.
He had seen you be built and watch your AI develop into what it is now.
That’s why he called you his little sister.
Your eyes fluttered open as your charge finished, and you pretended to yawn.
You looked around the room and noticed a figure standing there with you.
“Huh? Oh, Miu... What are you doing here?”
She looked occupied, digging through a bag.
“I’m gonna do some work on your body!”
You shook your head no.
“My body is different than big brother’s. Since I’m still so young, only Kiibo and Professor Idabashi can do any work on it.”
She groaned, annoyed.
“You really can’t read the room, can ya?!”
“Well, not really... Kiibo is better with humans than me...”
It was only at this point when you realized that something was wrong with your charging station. You couldn’t move.
“W...What’s going on?!”
Miu smirked.
“I messed with your station a bit. We’re gonna have some fun!”
“B-But Miu, I mean it! Only Kiibo and professor can work on my body! My AI is stored locally and if you’re not careful you could delete it! Since we don’t have an internet connection, I wouldn’t be able to access the cloud storage!”
“So your body would basically be a corpse, then? Looks like I’m escaping!”
Your eyes widened and you started to struggle.
See, your body may have been smaller and weaker than Kiibo, but your emotions program was even more advanced than his. You could feel every single emotion a human could.
“N-NO! MIU NO! DON’T!”
You sent out a radio signal of distress to Kiibo, hoping he could get to you in time.
Miu approached you with a wrench.
“D-DON’T! MIU I’M B-BEGGING YOU!”
Just as she was about to loosen some screws, the door slammed open.
“K-KIIBO!”
“AH SH*T!”
Without even taking her wrench, she sprinted out of the room.
Kiibo went to chase her, but then you cried again.
“H-Help...”
He immediately went to your side and began to repair your charging station, freeing you.
“Are you alright?! Do you have any major damage?”
“N-No, but she w-was going to d-delete my AI...”
He sighed and put his hand on your head.
“I can do a backup to my spare local files... Here, plug yourself in.”
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Hey can I request a dark Robert Pronge x reader - where reader the reader is his sons baby sitter and he has some other plans for her since he got rid of his sons mother and the boy needs a mother and why not the baby sitter who loves the boy and for the reader to be his new baby mama as well, please and thankyou ☺️❤️ and reader is of age of course
18+ ONLY. This is a DARK fic with language, a small bit of violence (grabbing), hints/implication of non-con but not outright described.
Oh boyyy I went a little darker than usual.
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“I love pasta,” Matthew hums, marinara sauce covering his cheeks. “Dad never makes it like you do. He orders it.”
“Nothing wrong with a little home cooking, right?”
The boy shakes his head with a smile, finishing up his dinner as you wash the dishes. You love babysitting Matthew. He’s an adorable little boy who has a big heart. So shy at first until he finally opened up and now he gets sad when his dad comes home and you have to leave. You’ve wiped away more tears from his eyes than you count before you head out the door, always promising to return.
But tonight, you have to break the news to him and his father that you’ve found another job. It pays more with benefits. You’ve been off your birth control since you haven’t been able to afford it and with your upcoming cycle, you don’t want to risk the excruciating aches and pains that come with it. It’ll break Matthew’s heart once you tell him the news. You know this because it’s breaking yours too as you watch him scurry from the table to hand you his plate and fork. He’s even offered to help you do the dishes. At five years old, he’s already more helpfully than most people your age.
“Dad’s home!” Matthew announces with a loud shriek, leaving you behind as you finish washing his plate.
You love Matthew but his father is a different story. You aren’t afraid of many people but Robert Pronge is an exception. Tall, long haired and broad about the shoulders and chest. Muscular in a way that makes you nervous. As far as you know, he isn’t athletic but he has to get those biceps from somewhere. You don’t want to think about how he gets the muscle.
You’ve heard Matthew talk about his father’s job. A humble ice cream man. Nothing that would be able to pay you the wages and large tips that he gives you. You’ve seen Robert downtown. You know he works for some of the more dangerous men you’ve heard about. You’ve heard the gossip when they find out who you babysit.
“You had a good time with the sitter?” You hear him ask Matthew, his heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen as you swallow, smelling the cigarette that hangs from his lips.
“Yeah,” Matthew giggles, looking up at you expectantly as you nod with a smile.
“You ate already?” Robert asks his son, giving him a quick pat on the head. It lingers enough for you to know he loves his son. He’s made his own set of rules for Matthew to follow and you follow them to a tee.
“Uh huh. We colored and she made me sah-getti.”
“Spaghetti, buddy,” Robert corrects gently. “She’s a great cook, huh?”
Matthew preens for you, nodding his head quickly.
“The best.”
“Why don’t you go wash up and get ready for bed.”
“Okay!”
When Matthew leaves, you finish drying the last of the utensils, Robert dangerously close as you try to open the drawer.
A line of smoke crosses your vision and he opens the drawer for you.
“You’ve been a real lifesaver lately.”
You try to smile at his words. You’ve needed the money so you’ve asked to take on longer shifts. Which means whatever he’s doing affords him to pay you the extra money.
“Actually, Mr. Pronge, I sort of wanted to talk to you about that.”
He outs the cigarette in the sink, washing his hands as small amount of blood swirls down the sink. You don’t want to know where it came from and the thought makes you fearful.
“Sweetheart, you’re doing double duty these days. Keep it up and I’ll have to give you benefits.”
You turn to face him, nibbling on your lip.
“I, um, I got a new job,” you begin, watching his eyebrows raise. “I was going to officially put in my two weeks.”
“How much they paying you?”
“It’s not just the pay. It’s a chance to do something in my field and benefits.”
You say it earnestly, hoping he won’t be upset as the cigarette dips slowly in his mouth as he speaks.
“What about Matthew? You tell him yet?”
“I am. I just wanted to talk to you first. Let you know.”
Robert nods his head slowly.
“You know, he lost his mother almost six months ago. Terrible accident. He’s been really excited to have mother figure in his life. It’ll crush him.”
“I know,” you admit in a soft whisper. “I was going to try to think of a good time to tell him.”
You didn’t expect this sort of conversation. Matthew never brought up his mother, except to say she ‘disappeared’ one day. You dry the last of the glasses as Robert plucks it from your hand.
“Something in your field, huh? What’s that?”
“Communications,” you answer, Robert placing the glass in the cabinet.
“Pretty crowded field, I hear.”
“I guess so.”
You don’t know what to say anymore. He’s never been friendly. You knew this when you took the job. But watching him now, his short movements and the clap of the cabinet makes you realize that he’s upset.
“I guess I should go to talk to Matthew,” you excuse yourself, stepping behind him as he waves you off, exhaling a line of smoke from his lips.
You walk down the hallway slowly, hearing Matthew hum a song from some commercial as you knock on his door. It flings open as he smiles at you.
“All clean,” he says proudly, hopping into bed.
You knew that this was usually the moment where you would read him a bedtime story but you couldn’t. It was already making you sad as you lower yourself onto the bed, sitting next to him.
“Matthew,” you begin, inhaling a small breath. “Your dad is going to read you a bedtime story, okay?”
“Okay.”
You nod, fighting back the tears. You’re so proud of Matthew. He’s no longer the shy little boy who was afraid of everything and you know that soon enough, he’ll stop asking for bedtime stories and begin to read to himself without any help.
“I wanted to talk to you about something. In a few weeks, I won’t be coming by as much.”
“Why not?” Matthew asks, his eyes wide with confusion.
“I got a different job and it means I have to be away.”
“But we have fun.”
“We sure do, bud,” you agree, your heart breaking as he huffs, his little face scrunched up with emotion.
“Then stay here.”
“I can’t, Matthew. Your dad is going to find you an amazing babysitter.”
“I don’t want them. I want you.”
“Sounds like the kid has spoken,” Robert says from the doorway as you turn around quickly.
“You like her, don’t you Matthew?” Robert continues, directing the question at his son.
“Uh huh. She’s the best.”
“Sure is,” Robert agrees. “Let me talk to her for a little and then I’ll come in and read you your bedtime story.”
Robert motions with his head for you to head back down the hallway and you lift from the bed, leaning down to pull the blankets up over Matthew’s shoulders.
“Goodnight, Matthew,” you say in your small farewell, a lump in your throat before you walk past Robert.
The door closes and you feel Robert behind you before his large hand clamps down on your mouth as his arm wraps around your arms and waist.
“You wanna tell me why the hell you think I’d let you go?” he whispers. “Finding good help these days ain’t cheap. I would know.”
No amount of kicking or attempting to scream works and you realize that he’s probably done this countless of times, judging by how quickly he was able to subdue you.
No amount of kicking or attempting to scream works and you realize that he’s probably done this countless of times, judging by how quickly he was able to subdue you.
The panic that takes hold fuels your adrenaline to continue to fight back, regardless of how strong he is. Once the door is pushed open, you’re dragged backwards as he laughs, the smell of nicotine still on his breath.
“You don’t think I wanted to just talk, did you? I’ve been looking for a good motherly figure for Matthew. You were doing great, I gotta say. But there’s no way that I’m going to let you go. You can kiss that job goodbye. The only job you’re gonna be doing is taking care of my son and our future children,” Robert informs you with a dark laugh as he slams the door behind him, flinging you onto the bed facedown.
Before you have a chance to move, he pins you down, his body on top of yours as he pushes your head down onto the mattress.
“You don’t wanna upset him,” Robert warns, smoothing back your hair as your muffled sob sinks into the sheets. “And I don’t wanna explain how you got bruises all over you, understand?”
When you don’t reply, you feel the sting of his hand over your jeans before he sinks a hand down near your waist, fiddling with the button on your pants as it unbuttons, and the zipper comes next. With all the effort you can manage, you cry out in frustration at how heavy he is over you before he flips you onto your back.
With a rabid fury you try to fight him before he grabs your chin, squeezing it as he smiles.
“Do you know how lucky you are? I make a lot of money from the jobs I do, sweetheart. You should be grateful,” he reminds you with a threatening bare of his teeth. “My son’s mother never got the hang of it, this mothering thing. That’s why I had to take care of her. I don’t think I’m going to have a problem with you, am I?”
When you take too long to answer, he pulls on your hair and you nod, wincing as tears roll down your cheeks.
“Good.”
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asciendo · 3 years
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Secret Mission
Zuko leaves on a mission with Sokka without telling. 
He expects to be. welcomed with open arms when he returns, but you have other plans for him.
I think I read a fic in the past that inspired me for this one!
It’s been two weeks since Sokka and Zuko left on their secret mission. It wasn’t really a secret on what they were doing but the fact that they left without telling anyone was what made it a secret.
Azula’s ships were spotted two mountains down from the campsite and Zuko knew she was carrying heavy explosives for the war. Him and Sokka were adamant on tracking her ships and destroying the explosives, but they all knew that her ships were heavily guarded.
“Look, we don’t even know if the explosives are actually on the ship!” Katara argued. “No, I do know! I was there when they were planning the transaction!” Zuko paced around the camp.
“I agree with Zuko, it could make a huge difference for the war!” Sokka joined Zuko standing up as well. “Knowing Azula she probably changed her plans since you betrayed her.” You stated as you sat near the campfire because you were cold. “But what if she didn’t because she knew she’d be heavily guarded?!”
“That’s exactly my point! It’s too risky for the just a possibility that the explosives are on those ships!” Katara rolled her eyes at her brother. “THEY ARE ON THOSE SHIPS!” Zuko yelled back.
“Katara’s right. It was such a close call last time...I say we should wait it out.” Aang stated as he fumbled with air between his hands. Two weeks ago, Katara and Aang were trying to infiltrate one of Ozai’s camps to get information on their war plans, but Ozai hired extra mercenaries to protect the camp, which almost got them caught.
“That settles it. We’re not going.” Katara stated and headed back to her tent. The rest did too except you and Zuko. You sighed watching him slump on the floor in defeat. Zuko’s been struggling on his place in the group. He still feels like he has to prove he’s on their side and that he was useful. He never told you that, but you could tell it eats him up inside.
It’s been four months since you both were “officially” together after your failed friends with benefits run.
It was great being out in the open, you didn’t have to hide your affection towards each other, and you had more clarity on your relationship. You were honest and knew each other to the deepest core of who you both were. Although, neither of you could never rest when one was out on a mission while the other was back at camp, worrying on what could happen.
The time you and Katara went to steal food from a fire nation camp, Zuko stayed up all night until both of you returned. You remember seeing his shoulders slump in relief as you walked towards him, you simply winked carrying a crate of food, which he then took from you to carry, then placed a long kiss on your forehead. When him and Aang went to search for the fire bending masters you couldn’t sleep till he returned and jumped at him when he entered your now shared tent.
“Zuko.” You sighed as you sat next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. He didn’t respond but continued staring at the fire. “Zuko, it’s too dangerous...and knowing Azula, she probably changed her plans with the explosives.”
“I know they’re there. I just know it.” he said through gritted teeth.
“Come on, it’s late. We should get some sleep.”
“You go ahead, I just need to think about some stuff.” You stared at him with a worried expression, but he immediately kissed you on the lips as a form of reassurance. You smiled then left. That was the last you saw him before he and Sokka took off on Appa.
2 weeks later, they still hadn’t shown up and the gang was getting nervous. Aang tried to hide it but he spent his mornings pacing around. Katara would stare at sky hoping for signs of Appa, so did Sukki, Toph would throw boulders while at first you wanted to try to find them, but had no idea where they were, would spend your days around the forest hunting and gathering food to distract yourself.
You were all laid out on the floor when suddenly Suki sat up. “Guys, I hear something.”
“So?” Toph scoffed, “No, it’s coming from above!” Suki jumped on her feet. “Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes, there were so many close calls thinking Sokka and Zuko were flying home that you didn’t want any false sense of hope that you’d see him again.
“NO SHE’S RIGHT IT’S APPA!” Aang ran towards you then fell in excitement. Your heart stopped, could it really be them? You sat up and stared at the sky. It was Appa. And you saw two figures on his back, Sokka and Zuko.
“YIPEEEE!” Aang danced around on an air ball. As soon as Appa landed Katara ran to Sokka and hugged him, so did Suki. Aang was next and squished both Sokka and Zuko in a huge hug and Toph high fived them both. Zuko laughed at all the attention then looked at you with a huge grin expecting you to run up to him as well, which automatically dropped when he saw your angry face.
“GUYS I’M SO HAPPY!” Aang continued to dance around the two. “Me too, but that was SO stupid!” Katara placed her hands on her hips. “Well...guess who destroyed two of Azula’s ships including all the explosives?” Sokka gloated as he strutted around the fire.
“NO WAY! I should have gone!” Toph stomped her foot on the ground which made the earth shake. “So there were explosives on the ships...” Katara blushed in embarrassment. “Told you.” Zuko said, but he was still looking at you with worry in his eyes.
“What took two weeks though?” Suki asked as she plopped herself on Sokka’s lap. “Okay, so good news, all the explosives were gone, bad news was we were captured after.”
“WHAT?!” the rest of you shouted in unison.
“BUT! We escaped and torched the Fire Nation camp that captured us.” Sokka winked.
“Sokka! That is so DANGEROUS! You two could have gotten killed!” Katara was yelling in Sokka’s face. “But we DIDN’T! And now we have a higher chance of winning the war.” Sokka smirked.
Katara and Sokka continued to argue while you and Zuko just stared at each other, both not knowing what to do. Obviously, you were happy he was back and safe but so angry he left and didn’t tell you. A few moments passed and you decided you needed some space.
“Well, I’m glad you both are safe.” You stated and walked into the woods. The gang became quiet and Zuko looked like he saw a ghost. “Uhm, I’m sorry man, but...you’re smoked.” Sokka shrugged and Katara hit him. “OW!”
You needed to be alone for a bit so you were taking your usual walk in the forest, forgetting for a bit that the trail was the same one you and Zuko took every night.
“Y/N!” you heard footsteps running behind from you, but you kept walking. “Hey, come on.” He placed his arm on your shoulder, so you turned around.
You looked at him with painful eyes and he softened his grip on you. “What’s wrong?” he placed his arms on your shoulders.
Both of you stood there for a bit, him waiting for you to say something, trying to read you. Suddenly, your soft expression turned into a hard one and you slapped Zuko right across the face.
He stumbled back grabbing his cheek that was now slightly pink. “WH-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” You yelled and continued walking. “DO WHAT?” Zuko followed you but now he was mad as well. “LEAVE!”
“I had to leave! Those explosives could have hurt hundreds of people, and we destroyed a fire nation camp as well.” He tried to explain himself but you kept walking away from him.
“I was right, wasn’t I? The explosives were on those ships!”
“That’s not the point Zuko!” you raised your arms in exasperation. “We destroyed the explosives that would be used against us! How could you be mad about that?!”
“That’s not why I’m mad!” you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you. “Then why don’t you tell me instead of us wandering around here like idiots!”
“Y/N, will you please stop walking!” Zuko groaned in annoyance.
“No.”
“You’re impossible.” Zuko growled but still continued to follow you. “Then go back to camp!”
“No, I’m not leaving till we fix this.” You could hear a bit of desperation in his voice.
“Then too bad.”
“Y/N, we did what had to be done! It’s not like we left for no reason!”
“You really don’t get it, do you Zuko?” You stopped walking then looked at him, clearly he was clueless. “No, because you won’t tell me!” you sighed then gave up.
“You could have told me you were leaving!” You pleaded for him to understand but you could tell he wasn’t getting what you were trying to say. “It was my choice and you would have told me not go.” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yes but I would have known where you were.”
“What difference would that make? I still would have gone.” There was a pang in your heart because Zuko still had no idea what it was like wondering if he was alive every single day.
“Zuko...do you know what it was like waking up and you were gone. Not knowing if you were alright, if you were captured or or—“ tears started to trickle down your face. Zuko’s eyes widened and his hard expression quickly turned to softness and worry. The only time Zuko’s ever seen you cry was when you received news that your childhood home was burned down in the Fire Nation as they considered your father a traitor. The truth was, he was like Zuko, he knew what they were doing was wrong and left.
“You just left...without telling me...and I wondered everyday, every night, if you were okay and just hoped that I’d see you sleeping next to me somehow and that this was all just a bad dream.”
“Y/N I—“
“What if you died, Zuko?!”
“I didn’t—“
“But you could have and I’d be here...not knowing what even happened to you!”
“Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were pleading and you could see the remorse in his face.
“Do I mean that little to you?” Zuko’s face dropped and he instantly walked towards you and grabbed your face.
“Y/N...you mean everything to me.” He whispered as he caressed your face. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I-I thought it would be better...because you wouldn’t know what we were doing, so you wouldn’t feel guilty if anything happened...” he looked down, realizing how wrong he was. Zuko suddenly remembered all the times you went on a mission without him and how helpless he felt that he wasn’t there to protect you. He’d spend days with no sleep, pacing around the camp while looking for any sign of you returning. “It wasn’t better! Even if I didn’t like what you were doing but at least have the compassion to tell me!” you tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held on tighter.
“I know... I wasn’t thinking. I was just so sure I was right and I knew it would make a huge difference and I just wanted to—“
“You just wanted to prove you deserve to be on Aang’s side.” You finished and Zuko nodded slowly. Zuko was always skeptical if the team really trusted him, especially due to the fact that he used to chase them around trying to capture Aang.
“Zuko, it’s been months. Everyone trusts you and respects you, remember we’re on the same boat here, I’m from the Fire Nation too, you know.”
“I do...it’s just, I did horrible things to them. I always feel like I have to make up for it.” he turned away from you. “Zuko, you don’t have to make up for anything, I’m so proud of you for all that you’ve done, and how much you’ve changed. I just thought I had a bigger place in your life for you to tell me.”
“You are the biggest part of my life, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt that.” he cupped your face with his hands once more. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way, it was selfish and—“
“And I’m so proud of how brave you are...it just scares me sometimes that you could just be gone...”
“Don’t you think I feel the same way when you’re out on missions?”
“At least you know where I’m going.” You smirked and he sighed but laughed after.
“I’m sorry, I should have been more considerate.” You smiled lightly. “But don’t ever think you mean little to me. You’re the only good thing in my life.” He kissed you on your forehead and you melted into his arms.
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honeydew-mel0n · 3 years
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Can I request Vergil chaperoning his daughter at her prom dance? Thank you! 🙏🏼
So, remember what I said about writing a semi-soft Dadgil? I got really excited to write Dadgil (that isn't the fucking dadV sequel) and this concept is so funny to me but,,,,,, this was a little difficult. I don't actually know anything about dads, or prom.
But!!!!! Thanks for the request!
Dad!Vergil × Daughter! Reader (chaperoneing her junior/senior prom)
Last Dance of the Night
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“Are you sure you can’t do it?”
You whisper into the mouthpiece of the phone, shooting glances up the stairs, being able to catch a glimpse of your father straightening himself up in the hallway mirror. “No can do, I know it’s really important, and I'd love to be there but- Hey!” 
You jolt back at the sound of your brother's voice through the phone, once again looking up the stairs to check if he heard the loud squabbling coming through the phone. He’s frozen in place, trying to assess something. Before pushing back his hair.
“Anyway, look Bug, I can't. I'm busy.” A sigh leaves your lips as your shoulders slump. “You’re useless.” “HEY-” 
You hang up, quickly dialing another number on the rotary. You listen to it dial, half expecting him not to pick up, but it clicks and there's a hefty sigh from the other end. “Devil May Cry.” “Hey, Uncle Dante. I, uh, need your help.” “What happened?”
You tap your foot on the carpet. “Sooooo, prom being tonight, I checked the list of parent chaperones who signed up. And…. Dad's name was there.” There’s silence on the other end for a good minute before a roar of laughter. “Please, you could show up for him, and don’t even have to stay. Sign in, then sneak out the back door. They’ll see that you’ve already signed in and won’t let him in.” 
As the laughter continues on and your hope dies, why did you ever think you could rely on your family? The hair on the back of your neck shoots straight up. Oh no. You slam the phone down and turn on your heel. Trying your best to pull a smile that didn’t show how scared you are. 
“Hey dad.” His face is blank, there’s no sign of anger. “It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be on your way already?” You nod, swallowing hard and trying to find an excuse.
“Just made a quick call to Nero. Big day, he’s really excited for me. I really should get going though…” He just nods, wrapping a lace shawl around your shoulders. You drop the nervous smile and a real one forms, his thumb rubbing the fabric gently. “You look lovely.”
“Thanks Daddy.” You hop onto your tiptoes, and he leans down just slightly. You press a kiss to his cheek. 
You slip out the front door waving a goodbye, knowing full well he was watching you from the window. It didn’t take much power walking to escape his view before ducking into your date's porch. Quickly checking to see if you were followed before you decided to knock. 
Their mom opens the door, a delighted smile splits her face. “Oh my gosh Honey! You look so pretty!” She welcomes you in, taking you to their living room. Quickly hurring off to get her child. Looking over their happy family photos you smile melancholy. 
There are loud footsteps, and your date stops abruptly, jaws going slack. “Wow…”
-
You both wave goodbye to their mom as you walk to the overcrowded gym. The staff stand in a row on each side of the door, screaming and cheering as all of the students make their ways inside. 
You cringe as teachers in their 40’s fake enthusiasm, their only real joy being that most of you will soon either be gone for the summer and the others leaving at the end of the year and be some college professor's problem. Your eyes scan the room before ducking behind a wave of people. “*Babe, what the hell?” “My dad.” 
Their eyes widen as they look through the crowd, finding him quickly before returning their gaze to you. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” your face warms. “I was caught up in the moment!” You two try to walk casually to a table and sit down.
God the decor was bad.
If you’ve ever seen the 70’s version of Carrie, where the prom decor was aggressively cheap and 70’s… That, but worse. The gym still smells like last week's basketball game, and no plug in air freshener is going to erase that. 
Kinda smells like your uncle's shop. 
You both keep your heads down. “What did you tell him?” “Last week I told him that I didn’t have a date, and that I was going with a group of friends because we all couldn’t get dates.” They narrow their eyes. “Babe, why?”
“He pretends he doesn’t but… he worries a whole lot about me. I knew he’d stalk you if I told him the truth. But hey, you aren't a boy, so maybe he won’t react badly.” Their eyes widen and you shiver, it’s that icy stare you know all too well. They swallow, before straightening their collar. “What about our plan to sneak out?” 
You look around at the four different doors. “We’ll find a way, give it an hour.” 
“I figured out a way to get out, but I do want to dance with you first. I just need to use the bathroom first, wait for me, okay?” you nod and watch as they walk past a crowd of people and seemingly disappear.  
The lights dim and time passes, things eventually become more lax. You wanted to move around to try and get a escape path (and to experience what you can of prom), but your date refuses to get up at all, especially to dance and make something of the time you have.
They clear their throat and start to get up, leaning down and whispering. 
And you wait. 
And wait, and wait. Maybe, maybe they did disappear. Looking over the groups and couples dancing, and those who were still sitting like you, they were nowhere. Not in here at least. You sigh, sinking down in the uncomfortable metal chair. 
More time passes, and nothing. You start to wish you’d just gone with some friends, maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten ditched and actually had a good time. 
The clock ticks on, and it's becoming more obvious that the staff are getting ready to kick everyone out. The D.J. has been playing straight slow songs for the past 20 minutes, and you’ve had to watch couples and friends slow dance together and two people get crowned king and queen.
You tried your best to seem happy, like you were enjoying yourself. 
Pulling out your phone you see a notification from your dates account. They posted 7 minutes ago. It’s a video of them and their friends fucking around outside of a conveniance store in prom suits and dresses. You feel yourself tear up, slouching lower in the chair. The lights and people become blurry, c’mon, you don’t want to cry. 
A hand comes to rest on your shoulder, you look over your shoulder to see your father looking down at you. “Y/n.” “Hey Dad.” You say, no longer having anything to hide. Not that you can hide anything from him for long. 
He takes the seat your date had, lips pressed shut in a permanent scowl, just like normal. It didn’t scare you, that's just him. “It seems your companion abandoned you.” You scoff, pulling up your shawl. “Yeah…” “You’re upset.” “That obvious?” 
You laugh at your own joke. If he’d been your brother, he would’ve laughed too. But he sits there awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort you in this situation. “They couldn’t even give me one dance before they left me either.”
The current song playing stops and you can hear a few people whine at the idea that the next would be the last of the night. 
A hand is extended to you, your fathers, he stands waiting. It's not an option, it's a demand. You take it, getting up and following him.
The song starts and he starts to dance, but you trip over yourself. Stepping on his feet several times. 
“Sorry… I forgot how to dance.”
Both remembering too-small tiaras being shoved in his hair, little feet with sparkly plastic princess slippers on his, and a random song playing in the background. Trying desperately to teach you how to dance after you’d begged him to. 
Forgot.
You watch him smile, just slightly. The darkness giving him the anonymity to do so.
He never did, but you had so much fun. 
“That's fine, just do what you used to.” 
You step onto his feet, making you move the same as him. A question burns under your skin before you chew your lip. “You’re not mad at me?” “For?” “Lying about who I went with.” There’s a low growl like sigh. “We will deal with that later.” 
You nod, not worrying about it now. Resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes, tears streaming down your face now... All of what happened melts away, the safety of your father makes it go away. He always does. 
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fenheart87 · 3 years
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Pain of the Tongue
This is not for my SoulTember challenge but the idea is you feel the pain of your soulmate. Marinette feels a familiar pain in her tongue but it fades quicker than last time. Now she has an idea and some suspicions as to who her soulmate is.
Marinette knew she was being rude by ignoring her best friend but this was way more important. The this being the mouth of one Luka Couffaine. It had been bugging her ever since Juleka let it slip that her ever so lovable dumbass of a brother and his walking fashion hazzard disaster of a best friend had done something stupid and Luka had bit through his tongue. The same day hers had started with a sharp pain that faded into a dull one that meant her soulmate had done something to theirs. Which meant that her soulmate could be Luka. Or wishful thinking but she had to prove it one way or another.
"Girl you stare at his mouth any longer and he might just offer his lips to you."
"I want to kiss him but that's so not what this is about." A beat of silence passed and Marinette realized she said that out loud. "Juleka said a couple weeks ago that Luka did something and bit through his tongue right?"
"Uh-huh?" The unsaid I'm not following was loud and clear in the reporter's tone.
"The same day I had a really bad and lingering pain in my tongue. I was thinking about it and a couple years ago I had a sharp unexplainable pain that lasted about four weeks. Looking it up back then to find answers, I found some piercing care websites and the typical healing time frame is four to six weeks. I think Luka has his tongue pierced and he's my soulmate."
"Okay wow, hold on girl." Alya pulled up her notepad on her phone and started a list. "Evidence we can prove please."
"He never shows his tongue, ever. When he laughs, it's always behind his hand or just a quiet chuckle that doesn't show it. Never sticks it out when Juleka does it to him. Juleka always mentions his obsession with rocky road ice cream and how he was ready to die when he couldn't have it for a month. Luka hurt his tongue the same day mine hurt. He's always careful of what he eats, using mouthwash after meals as recommended on those piercing sites."
"Clearly you need to be the Ladyblogger and not me. So what are you going to do? Just bat your pretty blue eyes and lay one on him?"
"Maybe but I need proof first."
"I gotta say, I'm glad we're over the Adrien days."
"Me too Alya, me too."
--
The plan was simple: try and make Luka show his tongue. The only problem is she was making him nervous with all her staring and Juleka was noticing. Marinette forgot how focused on something she could be but decided to tone it down otherwise he was going to think she had an unhealthy fascination with his mouth. Which okay she did but not like in a creepy way. Whatever.
"Did Luka do something?"
"Not recently, no."
"Okay… Can I ask why you're staring at my brother like he's a piece of meat?"
"I'm not meaning to! I mean I am staring but like it's for a reason!" She groaned, this wasn't sounding any better by the second. "You can help me. Do you know if Luka has his tongue pierced?"
"Why?" Marinette really hated how all the Couffaines had that stare into your soul look.
"I've been thinking about it and two years ago my tongue had this sharp pain that lasted about a month and then last week it was kind of similar and it seems when Luka hurt his tongue mine started hurting which you know soulmates share each other's pain and it's possible he's mine?" That was tame as far as her rambles normally would go and now she just had to wait.
"So you've been trying to catch… His tongue?"
"Yes."
"You could just ask him"
"I know!"
"Or kiss him, see if it's there." The purple loving girl shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal either way.
"Juleka!"
"No need to sound so scandalized. So maybe he does and maybe he doesn't. How are you going to prove it?"
"Haven't gotten that far."
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Luka grabbed another popsicle from the freezer, it was like back when he had gotten his tongue pierced. He had had it checked out and nothing was wrong with the piercing or the slight scar so the only conclusion he could come to was something to do with his soulmate. Which was weird to think about because it caused a trill of happiness and an equal response of upset. He still held feelings for a certain pink designer after all.
"Oh my God! Have you seen it?! Have you seen it?" Alya's voice could be heard before her footsteps clamored across the deck. Signing, he grabbed a large cup of ice and took that too. They had band practice but his mouth pain was killing him.
"What are you talking about Alya?" Oh hey, Marinette was here too.
"Ladybug! I had a short interview with her and she got her tongue pierced!"
"What?" Okay that wasn't his voice but Juleka was keeping the convo going and he stayed where he was just out of sight for a moment.
"Yeah! She got her tongue pierced! I asked her why she wasn't talking as much in the last few akuma battles and her face looked like she was in pain so she just stuck out her tongue and then yo-yo'd away!"
"That's cool but it must be painful." Marinette was coming around the corner and paused as she saw Luka, raising a fine arched brow as if waiting for an answer.
"It was so cool! I almost missed it on camera but look Rose!"
"Hey Marinette."
"Hey Luka, I have an important question. For tongue piercings at what point is kissing considered okay?"
"Four to six weeks depending on the person and their healing ability. Sometimes its less and if you take good care of it then usually a month as long its not tonsil hockey battle." The response was a knee jerk reaction and recited the exact same words his piercer gave him.
"Hm well I guess I can live with that for now." Why was she getting closer and why- Oh. Oh. Marinette was kissing him. Wait. Kissing him?! Luka froze up and a blush took over his face, causing the sneaky girl to giggle as she pulled back. Patting his cheek with a shy smile, Marinette promptly stuck out her tongue to reveal a bar with two balls the color of Viperion's suit.
"Wait, what?" Luka.exe has crashed.
"You work on getting your brain working again and maybe you can get a second chance at that kiss later."
Oh hell.
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ive been feeling fluffy lately and can u make scenarios where s/o accidentally bump or crash into akaashi, iwaizumi, kuroo, oikawa, and eita and s/o highkey has a crush on them and shocked and doesn’t know how to react but then suddenly gets a kiss on the lips/cheek/nose with a confession? idk if this makes sense loll! thx!
Awh, I’ll do a continuation of this one for the requested boys, thank you for the request, love I know you’ve been waiting a bit<3
Accidental Confessions w/ Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Semi
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Akaashi
The library bustled with light chatter as your earbuds played a light tune in your ears as you scanned the bookshelves, deep in thought as you decided on what to grab. The aisle was more isolated away from the others, and you didn’t mind- most people were here to study anyway, uninterested in the aisle that held the older novels.
Your eyes widen a little when you begin to pull a certain book out, the whole shelf seeming to rock with your movement as you still immediately, wanting not to cause a commotion if the shelf were to fall along with the many books obviously over-stacked on the shelves. You bite back a groan, glancing around before deciding to quickly pull the book out anyway, thinking if you were fast enough, the shelf wouldn’t be able to lose its’ weak sturdiness.
The shelf immediately begins to lurch forward, and you panic, shutting your eyes tightly on instinct, knowing your current upper body strength wouldn’t be able to support such a hardware. All you could do was pray it wouldn’t lurch far enough to fall-
You wince for potential impact, instead hearing quick footsteps and the sound of two hands jutting against the shelf. You hear books fall to your feet, and put your hands over your head in case any fell on you.
Either you were just lucky, or-
“Must be a really good book then, huh?”
You open your eyes just in time to see a hard-covered book hit Akaashi Keiji’s head, one of his blue-green eyes shutting at the impact in slight pain. The heat flames to your cheeks before you can control it, glancing around to realize if your now distanced friend hadn’t been there, you could have been squashed flat. His hands were resting on either side of you, arms outstretched as he had ducked his head to cover yours from any falling books.
The tune still playing in your ears seemed muffled as you tried to grasp the situation, a stutter fumbling into your words.
“I’m so s-sorry, does it hurt?” You melt into panic, looking away from anywhere except Akaashi’s usual blunt stare.
“Getting hit by books is never fun. Now I know how Bokuto feels.”
You shrink away, attempting to escape from Akaashi’s human cage.
“Thank you, Keiji.” You manage out in doing so, still not meeting the eyes of someone you once called a friend before certain feelings led to you avoiding him. “We should get you checked-”
“Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?”
Fuck.
“I’m not. And we should really go to the nurse-”
“Y/N.” Your mouth goes dry when Akaashi tugs one of your earbuds out, leaning into you even more as you’re suddenly thankful for the isolated aisle. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” You exclaim, fumbling your words. “I-I did something wrong! And it would just be easier to ignore everything I feel for you, but I can’t when I’m near you all the time-”
You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you try to run again, but Akaashi easily keeps you in place, the blunt blue stare seeming to have another emotion swimming amongst his eyes matching the ocean.
“Y/N.”
“W-What?”
“I just saved you from a bookshelf and potential death. Do me a favor.”
“What?” You repeat in a squeak, shying away behind your book as Akaashi merely shows a ghost of a smile, pushing the book away as you back into the bookshelf, eyes widening at the proximity. 
The book cluttered to your feet amongst the others, the tune in your one ear still playing as Akaashi slipped the loose earbud in, filling your ears with music and your chest with symphony as his lips pressed tightly against your forehead. 
“Just let me say that I like you too, will you?” 
Iwaizumi
“Sit here! I’ll be right back!”
Iwaizumi didn’t really know how he ended up here.
The ace watches as you rush out of your kitchen with flushed features, examining the few cuts on his hand and legs from the fall of his bike. Your morning jog just so happened to be one you lost yourself in, your foot entangling with one of Iwa’s wheels that led to his painful outcome and you insisting you come back to yours to assess the damage.
Iwa crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter before wincing a little. This was nothing. The whole reason he had even accepted was-
“I found the kit-!”
Iwa watches amusedly as you trip over yourself in your return, stumbling a little before giving him a cute apologetic bow and settling next to him, fiddling with the opening of the kit.
“I’m really fine, Y/N.”
Iwa arches a brow when your movements still, and your blossomed cheeks had the ace feel pride swell in his chest at his effect on you.
“W-Wait, you know me?”
“We’re in the same class.” Iwa attempts to play it off, clearing his throat. Truth be told, the ace had heard of your cutesy crush on him a few weeks ago, only making Iwaizumi notice you more and more with each passing day. Of course, he was really good about being discreet about it-
still, that didn’t cover the smirk on his face when he caught you glancing his way once or twice.
“Right...”
“That is why you invited me here, right?” Iwa sweatdrops. “You don’t just let random men you don’t know-”
“No! Of course not!” You rush out embarrasedly as Iwa hides his teasing smirk, covering his mouth with his hand as you sterilize a cotton swab. “I do know you...”
Iwaizumi closes his eyes at the stinging on his cheek as you gently glide the swab over it, disinfecting it thoroughly as your heart pounds at the situation. How had your crush ended up seated in your empty kitchen on a Sunday morning?
“Is your bike alright?” Your shaky voice makes conversation as Iwa takes another teasing jab, scoff in his words.
“I’m doing just fine, thanks.”
“T-That’s not what I mean!” You whine, even more embarrassed than before as Iwa’s chest rises with a chuckle. This was fun.
“Where else?!” You question, wanting this to be over with once you placed a bandaid over the cuts on his cheek and hands.
“My back.”
You spin around hastily when Iwa deadass takes his shirt off, flexing a little as you hide your face in your hands, not believing this was happening. You take a shaky breath that had a coy grin tickling Iwa’s lips as he feels your hands gently trace up his back to his wound.
“Enjoying yourself?” Iwa questions as your silence makes him turn around a little, smirk fading when he sees you had buried your face in your hands once again.
“Please stop teasing me.” Your hushed voice mumbles into your palms as Iwa immediately feels the guilt wash over him, prompting the dark haired boy to turn around completely.
“Hey- I’m sorry.” Iwa gently tugs one of your hands away from your voice to reveal your teary eyes and blushing face, eyes widening at the sight as a warmth spread over his chest.
“You’re fun to mess with- I didn’t mean to go that far.”
Iwa feels something in him snap when you pout, nodding and refusing to meet his eyes before he pulls the wrist in his hand towards him, causing you to lean a little into him as your eyes widen.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“Hm?”
Your face burns at the feel of Iwa brushing his lips against your cheek, causing you to wrench out of his grip and stumble back in absolute shock. You control your breathing as Iwa pulls his shirt back on over his head, looking at you casually before swinging his bike keys on one finger. 
“So do you want to go on a date, or what?”
Kuroo
“Please grab him!”
Kuroo’s eyes widen as the cutest cat he had ever seen leaps up into his arms with ease, a grin spreading out across the captain’s features as he strokes its’ soft fur as it purrs, snuggling into his arms.
Apparently, the owner of this cat just happened to be the cutest person, in his book. For awhile now, actually.
You groan, jogging lightly up to the boy you knew as the captain of the volleyball team while bowing your head apologetically as Kuroo’s grin only widens at the sight of you. You plant your feet on the sidewalk, smiling a little at the way your cat seemed to be content with the feel of Kuroo’s arms.
“I’m so sorry!” You click your tongue, carefully taking your pet from the captain’s arms and setting it on the ground as your cat rubs up against one of your legs, grinning a tad apologetically. “Kuroo-senpai!” 
Kuroo didn’t know what to say, chuckling a little awkwardly as a heat tickled his ears. You weren’t strangers for the most part, you were just the girl who passed by him after the third bell with the same friend everyday, always offering him a bright smile and nod as you strolled past him. 
And he continued to look for that smile at the same time of each day, a little more bounce to his step each time your lips stretched for him. 
“It’s nothing, little fella got loose, did he?” Kuroo crosses his arms, fighting to keep the nervous crack out of his voice as you sigh, running the hand that wasn’t holding the loose leash through your hair. 
“He hates walks because of this thing, so I’m not that surprised.” 
“Walking a cat is a rare sight to see.” 
“You’re a rare sight to see.” You counter, tone teasing as Kuroo’s eyes widen a fraction as the heat spreads to his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you be like, spiking a volleyball right now?” 
Before Kuroo could question whether or not you paid attention in a flirtatious manner, a tug at his legs stopped him as the captain reacts quickly- 
Your pet, as a form of hell to pay, had casually walked a circle around the two of you with both of you failing to notice, walking off as the leash slowly tightened around your pairs of ankles, prompting you to trip as your ankles become tied together. 
A squeak slips your lips as Kuroo turns, relasing a loud groan as his back hits the concrete, your front falling onto his chest as Kuroo instinctively wrapped his arms around you for utmost protection. 
“You damn cat!” You groan, trying to get up to no avail as said cat licks its’ paw from a distance, causing you to roll your eyes before realizing the situation you were in. 
You lift yourself up a little with both arms, a blush rushing to your face at how close your face and the captain’s was as Kuroo’s slackened jaw tightens to form a smirk. 
“Falling for me, are you?” 
“Talk about cheesy.” You laugh awkwardly, beginning to scramble off. “Again, I’m so sorry-” 
Kuroo’s arms tighten around your waist, tugging you back down to hold you tightly from this position as the captain’s feral eyes seem to gaze up at the sky, you stuttering as you look up from his chest with blossomed cheeks. 
“S-Senpai?” 
“Just a little longer.” His arms tighten. “Please?” 
The beat of silence was filled with shock as your eyes widen at the sound of Kuroo’s chest beating rapidly, the captain chuckling when you seemed to be listening a bit too intently. 
“Now would probably be a good time for me to tell you that you’re the cutest girl I’ve wanted to take out for awhile, huh?” 
Oikawa
“Gotcha!” 
You blanch as Oikawa Tooru’s gym bag falls to the ground with a thud, catching you in the flashiest way possible before you could fully hit the ground, your papers flittering around you like snow as you bite back a groan. One of your hands rested on the captain’s chest, your waist in the hands of the one and only- 
Really, right in front of his fangirls? You think, reminded of the salad meme as you scramble out of the brunette’s hold, rushing past him with a rushed thank you in hopes to avoid the herd. 
“W-Wait, Y/N-chan!” 
You nod to his friend Matsukawa in thanks as you accept your now collected papers, ignoring his calls as you turned the corner hastily, embarrassment flooding your cheeks along with a strange beat in your chest. 
“Mattsun, I failed again...” Oikawa’s hand slackens as a pout overtakes the brunette’s lips as Matsukawa shrugs, amused by the whole situation as he nods over to the poorly-hidden fanclub. 
“Blame them.” 
Oikawa groans, turning to glare at his fellow senior. “I said help me win her over, not trip her!” 
“I’m no miracle worker.” Matsukawa simply shrugs, pocketing his hands in his school pants as he grins in the direction you had run off in. “Still, I get it. You want the girl who’s not a complete ditz for you.” 
“That’s not why!” Oikawa denies, brushing past the group of girls vying for his attention. “Y/N’s special. She doesn’t...” 
“Treat you like the asshole you are?” 
“Yeah! That!” Oikawa snaps before realization dawns on the brunette’s features, glaring at a cackling Matsukawa. “Wait, no-” 
“I can’t believe we’re friends.” 
Oikawa’s sassy retort falls on deaf ears as Matsukawa turns into his class, offering a single wave to his captain as Oikawa groans, heading in his own direction as he wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you, deciding to skip class to sulk in his sadness. 
Rounding a corner, he’s surprised to see none-other than your figure sitting quietly in a secluded staircase that was hardly used, seeming to be skipping as well as you tapped a pen to your lips, working on some forgotten homework as a pile of the previous scattered papers sat at your side. Oikawa’s lips pull into a natural smile at your content features, his heart rate picking up, thinking he was being given another chance. 
The brunette considers his next course of action, grinning before shaking your shoulders and scaring you out of nowhere. 
“Y/N-chan~!” 
You jump, a small scream erupting from your mouth before you hastily cover your mouth with widened eyes meeting chocolate ones as Oikawa flinches, not expecting you to react that way. 
“Who’s there?” An authoritive voice booms as you both seem to panic at the same time, and the next thing the captain knows, your papers were shoved messily into your bag before your hand tugged at his sleeve as you ran, pulling him along in the process.
You throw the door to an unused classroom open before dragging Oikawa in and sliding the door shut quietly, not bothering with the light as Oikawa watches with widened eyes, thoroughly impressed. 
“You-!” 
Oikawa swallows, nodding obediently when you put a finger to his lips, listening for the chaser’s footsteps to fade away before you sigh, flicking the light on before glaring at the brunette. 
“Are you insane?”
“In my defense- who could’ve guessed that corridor echoed?” Oikawa responds with an easy smile as you relax a little at the sight before going to retort- 
The footsteps come again, prompting Oikawa to panic and tugging you so your back hits the wall next to the door, shushing you as you did to him as the easy smile comes back as his pointer finger rests against your lips as he seizes the opportunity. 
“If we get caught, I just want you to know that I love you.” 
Oikawa’s breath hitches when you roll your eyes, prompting the brunette to tilt your head up carefully, brown eyes drifting over yours before cupping your face and kissing the tip of your nose just as the footsteps race past the door, your stunned features causing the captain to smirk at the pink that lightens your cheeks. 
“I wasn’t joking.” 
Semi
The car seemed to have come out of nowhere, and your feet stilled on the crosswalk stupidly as the sign for pedestrians continued to flash as the driver tried to skid to a stop-
but it was clear that it wouldn’t be enough.
The breath gets knocked out of you as soon as you clench your eyes shut tight, trembling at what was to come until you realize that the car wasn’t what caused your loss of breath. 
Semi Eita pants, chest heaving as both of the setter’s arms supported his weight off of you, nonetheless protecting you from the horrid outcome that was darting straight at you as his brown eyes lit up, brimmed with fury and worry. You lay on your back, frozen in shock at the fast-paced events as the street of cars zoomed past the two of you on the sidewalk. 
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Your classmate questions, backing off immediately when he sees your eyes well up with tears, voice shaky as you stare up at him, unblinking as the fear trickles over. 
“T-The sign...” 
Semi sighs, turning to flick off the driver who was asking if you were okay before telling him to get the hell out of there, helping you to your feet in doing so. The walk to school should have been like any other day, Semi walking behind you to the same destination about eight feet away with his eyes trained on the back of your head- 
ever since you had held back the eight feet to wait for him on a rainy day, ushering him under the umbrella so you could both get to school at least semi-dry, Semi Eita had made it a point to work up the nerve to walk to school with you as an every day occurence-
Even if was eight feet away, content with making sure you made it there safe. 
“Can you walk okay?” Your classmate’s voice was unusually softer, yet still had his custom hard edge to it as all thoughts of making it to school on time faded from his head. 
You blink, seeming to be in a daze as you stared at the ongoing traffic that seemed to be going about as it normally would as you begin to imagine what you would have looked like under it. Semi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not used to being so close to you as you begin to tremble before sighing. 
“Don’t worry about being late. Sensei wouldn’t-” 
“I could’ve died...” 
Semi’s eyes widen when you wrap your arms around yourself, still shaking. 
“...right?” 
“I mean, yeah?” Semi regretted the words as soon as they slipped, watching as a new round of tears came on as the trembling turned almost violent as a hand covered your mouth. 
“Oh my god-!” You hiccup, and the setter panics, moving before he can think. 
Semi’s hands cautiously take your face gently, forcing you to look at his eyes. “You’re alive. You’re fine.”
“I-I’m not-!” You seem to be on the edge of falling to panic, and Semi’s eyes widen even more as he realizes he needs to bring you back and grounded, making a split decision before he can back out. 
“Close your eyes.” Semi instructs, an authority edge to his callous voice that had you listening as the tears continued- 
The trembling seeming to lift completely as soon as Semi Eita’s lips press against yours tightly, sending your mind awhirl in a way that had him holding you against him tighter until your breathing evens out, the buildup of anxiety fading at the feeling of the amount of emotion behind the setter’s actions. 
You’re still sniffling when the setter pulls back slightly, uncaring of the public eyes of traffic. 
“S-Semi?” You manage out, wiping your eyes as Semi’s breaths take a turn to become shaky, the setter looking down with his forehead resting against yours. 
“I’ll take you to school from now on.” The words came out confidently as Semi’s thumb catches a few stray tears, locking eyes with you as the anxious feeling in your chest is replaced with a beating one- one you could hear in your ears. 
“Would that be okay?” He presses, not prepared for the small smile that takes over your features before you reach up and press your lips against his cheek sweetly, taking the setter off-guard as Semi finds himself interlacing your fingers with his. 
“Okay.” 
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peachsayshi · 3 years
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Chapter 11 - Friends
Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff
Summary: You convince Gojo to make up with your best friend and memories from the past come up. 
A/N: A wild ex-boyfriend appears! I am finally introducing the character and getting into some backstory. I got some smutty chapters coming up, which I am excited to share because I do love writing sexy Gojo X comments are always appreciated! 
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( Three Years Ago)
You cleared the plates in front of you as you made your way back to your kitchen. You packed the meal that you had taken the time to meticulously prepare, including the expensive steaks you bought this morning and the vegetables that you hand picked at the farmer’s market. As you opened the fridge to put away the items, you saw the row of vanilla cupcakes placed neatly on a pan, your shaky handwriting spread across each one that read “ Five Years ” with red hearts decorated on the extras. Suddenly, it all seemed silly how you took the time to prepare a surprise anniversary dinner for your boyfriend. You’ve both been together for so long but you still insisted on making every occasion special.
After you tidied up your dining table, you picked up the wine glass you have been nursing for the last hour and made your way over to your bedroom, where you sat on the chair next to your vanity. You removed the earrings that your boyfriend had bought you for your birthday, your favorite pair because they matched beautifully against your skin, and safely tucked them away in your jewelry box. You were disappointed that you made such a big deal out of tonight, feeling like a sentimental fool as you took a sip of your drink. Haru has been so preoccupied with work lately and the pressure of being in a highly competitive field was getting to him. Of course with the way things have been he wouldn’t remember that tonight was your anniversary dinner. You were trying to be mature about it but you couldn’t ignore that you were hurt. You glanced at your phone, reading 10:45 on the clock before finally giving up on the hope that he would show up.
You removed the dress you were wearing, a bold shade of orange that accentuated your body in all the right places - a dress that he bought you while you both went on a summer trip to Okinawa a few years ago. You changed into something a little more comfortable, throwing on a tank top and some loose lounge pants instead.
You heard your phone ping, a message popping up on the screen from Gojo.
Gojo : How did the dinner go?
You sighed to yourself, before plopping down onto your mattress. You tapped away at the keyboard, erasing each message a few times as you were unsure whether you wanted to vent or give him a brief explanation.
You : It didn’t…I think he’s still at work :(
Gojo : That sucks :\ Well, if you have any leftover cupcakes, I will gladly take them off your hands.
You: Nice try, idiot.
Gojo: I didn’t hear you say I couldn’t have any :)
When you didn’t respond to his message, Gojo followed up with another text that read:
Gojo: You okay?
You: I’m fine, I was just looking forward to tonight. I’ll get over myself. Tell me about your night, you can keep me preoccupied from my disappointment lol
Gojo merely responded with some eye emojis, a cheeky indication as to what he has been up to this evening.
You: At least one of us got some action...what’s her name?
Gojo: No idea, I was too distracted by her legs to care.  
You merely rolled your eyes at his comment.
You: It doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?
Gojo: I’m a simple guy, really…
You: …
Gojo: …
You: In WHAT universe?!
Gojo : Pshh, so mean to me all the time :(
You: With reason :)
You smiled when you sent that last text, grateful that Gojo came in at the right time with a distraction. You tried your best not to dwell on the dismal way your evening ended and instead continued to list off the many reasons why the word “simple” and “Gojo Satoru” did not go hand and hand with each other. Your conversation made time fly but that was usually the case whenever you spoke with your friend.
You were so lost in the playfully heated debate you were having, you barely heard the knock coming from your front door.
You abandoned your conversation to see who it was, surprised to find a massive bouquet of flowers greeting you on the other side.
“What…”
Haru peaked from behind the flowers, his sweet smile spreading as he looked at you with sad eyes.
“Happy anniversary!” he chirped, but you could hear the anxiousness in his tone. “ I know I’m late, I know I missed dinner…”
A deep sigh escaped him, as he slightly slumped his shoulders, extending both his hands out to you to pass the bouquet.
“I know this is a meaningless gift in comparison to whatever amazing thing you prepared, I know my efforts don’t even come close to yours, you always put so much care into everything you do. By the time I knew I was late, I was running around the city like a mad man hoping that someone, anyone, would be kind enough to open their shop for me so I would at least not come back empty handed…”
“Haru, take a breath…” you replied, hearing how quickly he was blurting out his words, something he usually did when he was nervous.
You took the bouquet from his hands, admiring the selected assortment of your favorite florals, all picked out by your boyfriend. You traced your fingers along each petal, some a little bruised and you could tell that these flowers were from  the leftovers of the day.
Haru approached you, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips.
“I’m so sorry . None of my excuses justify missing dinner tonight. I swear I am going to make it up to you…”
You tried to calm him down, running your fingers through his light brown hair and taking in every word he said as you remained focused on his hazel eyes. Your heart flutters thinking of him galavanting around the city in his disheveled work suit trying to knock on every florists’ door, a funny anecdote you will surely use against him in the future.  
“How do you plan on making it up to me?” You teased, noticing the way his brow raised at your question.
He pulled you closer into him, planting kisses along your neck before he brushed his lips against your ear to say, “I’m taking the weekend off, how does a nice trip to Hakone sound?”
“ Mmm, ideal… ” you replied, clutching the bouquet of flowers as he hugged you, “but if you keep holding me close, you’re going to ruin this lovely gift you bought me…”
“Then I’ll buy you another, and another, and another ...until I’ve given you enough flowers so that you can plant an entire garden,” he kissed you again, his fingers stroking the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I’m so sorry, baby…” he repeated, his voice wavering slightly from his second apology.
“It’s okay, work comes first. I know you have been busy and probably should have planned our evening with you instead of surprising you. But you’re here now and that's what matters.”
He nodded his head, finally untangling himself from your arms, relieved that you seemed to have forgiven him.
“ I love you so much.”
“ I love you too, Haru .”
You gave him a small smile, tilting your head towards the direction of your kitchen, “It might be too late for dinner but I baked you some cupcakes if you’re up for a little snack…”
Haru removed his blazer, carefully hanging it over his elbow before undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. He held your hand, following your footsteps as you led him into the direction of your kitchen.
“ I can’t wait to try them. ”
( Present)
“ You brought me here under false pretences …” Gojo grumbled, holding himself back as you tugged on his jacket.
It’s been four months since the two of you started hooking up and weeks since he and Rina have even spoken to one another.
After Gojo confessed that she knew about your relationship, you managed to find the time to sit down with your best friend for a heart to heart. The two of you had a ritual which included locking yourselves up in a room with snacks  and drinks until you came to resolve whatever conflict you were dealing with.
“I just don’t understand why you kept this from me,” Rina explained, before taking a sip of the mixed cocktail you both made.
“ You’ve been so overprotective ever since Haru and I broke up…it’s hard for me to talk to you because you start analyzing every little thing I do. Like when I told you I wanted to stop dating for a while, you kept insisting that I was making a mistake because I was running scared…”
“I also know you’re a hopeless romantic, and a few bad dates weren’t fitting this idealised version you have of love…” Rina pressed, “You got lucky with Haru, but diving back into the game takes time and work…”
“I know I was lucky. I know it’s not usual for the first guy you meet to be so… good ,” you replied, that word tasting bitter in your mouth, “But you keep pressuring me into something I am not ready for…”
“That’s not true!”
“Rina, you would take me out on “surprise” double dates when the two of us were just supposed to just be hanging out together. Whenever I talk about Haru, you shut down and change the subject immediately. I can’t even have a night out together without you herding every single eligible male and asking me my opinion…”
Rina sighed, “it sounds way worse when you say it out loud...”
“It’s like you can’t stand that I’m just… a little broken . I let Haru become a part of who I am for five years and losing him feels like I lost a part of me, and I am struggling trying to get that person back. You want me to be okay so badly it’s stopping me from opening up to you…”
Rina inched her way closer as the two of you sat side by side. A sigh escaped her before she spoke, “I’m not good at this…I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I just can’t stand seeing you so hurt. I know that he took a piece of your happiness and I am so angry that he did. I hate that he betrayed your trust, but more so that you haven’t been able to be yourself without him…”
She squeezed your shoulder before giving you a gentle reminder, “but he never defined you. You’re attaching yourself to the love you had for him. And you will find somebody else, somebody better …”
“Maybe but I can’t see myself falling in love again…at least not anytime soon…”
Rina rested her head on your elbow, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t speak to me…we’ve lasted way longer than all the exes that have walked in and out of our lives…”
You were happy to mend this small fracture, one of the many that has tried to hinder your friendship.
You eventually explained your little arrangement with Gojo, watching Rina’s reaction closely and trying to pull the truth of what she  exactly  said to him.
“I may have thought you were dating, like seriously dating, and told him he wasn’t good enough for you. I am glad to know that you are not. We don’t need to trade one man whore for another…”
You laughed, “Gojo has always made it clear that he has no desire to commit to anyone. I’m not worried. Besides, we can stop our arrangement anytime we are over it.”
“Sooo, when might that be?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “right now, I’m having fun and I think he is too…”
Rina hummed, you could tell she was thinking about something but whatever ran through her mind in that moment she chose to keep to herself.
Even though you and Rina smoothed things over, you realised that neither she or Gojo tried to make an effort to speak to one another. He was avoiding her at all costs while she chose to ignore  the subject entirely. You still had no idea what was said that set those two off but you were over this cold game they were playing.
“Between your inability to handle any confrontation and her stubborn attitude, you two are going to drag this on for way longer than it needs to be…” you lectured.
You paused when you arrived at her store, staring up at Gojo with pleading eyes. “I don’t like being the reason why you two aren’t speaking… please just talk to her…”
Gojo whined, “throw it on my conscience instead, that way you have no reason to feel guilty…”
You furrowed your brows before letting go of him, but a thought passed your mind which gave you an idea, “Remember that thing you brought up the other night? Your little roleplaying idea…”
Gojo arched his brows from underneath his blindfold, surprised that you were even bringing this up. “ Yes… ”
You smirked, stepping closer to him without actually touching him at all. “If you do this for me then I'll happily return the favor…”
His eyes widened, his heart racing slightly as a wave of excitement rushed through him.
You could see he was contemplating your offer, finally scoffing in defeat. “You know saying no to you was a lot easier when you weren’t bribing me with sex…” he grumbled, as he begrudgingly walked passed you.
“You did tell me once that you were a man of simple taste…”
“And I vividly remember you disagreeing with me.”
“Thank you!” You called out watching him reach the handle of the entrance door.
“Just know I am expecting you to hold up your end of the deal,” he replied before making his way inside.
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Gojo sat at the counter, the awkward silence hung heavy in the air as Rina waited for him to break the tension. When that didn’t happen, she sighed to herself before storming to the backroom of her shop.
Gojo waited for her return, his eyes widening when she finally reappeared with something in her hands.
“ I’m sorry for how I spoke to you,” she said, bowing in his direction and handing him some treats.
“Aww, Rina-chan, how did you know kikufuku was my favorite?” Gojo questioned, his tone softening his sweet words as he held the packet between his fingers.
“I heard it through the grapevine…”
Gojo couldn’t hide his pleasured grin.
You were always so considerate of everyone, going above and beyond to make them happy and paying close attention to the things they liked the most. You must have already spoken to Rina before he came here, playing the role of matchmaker between friends.
Rina definitely noticed his response.
“Thank you,” he replied as he opened up the packet, “I know your anger was coming from a protective place. I don’t fault you for it. Besides, you and I can happily agree on one thing…”
“What’s that?”
Gojo smirked, “she’s too good for me…”
Rina swallowed hard, mainly because of how sincere that statement actually sounded.
“I care about her…”
Gojo hummed to himself, taking a bite of the sweet snack. “And you think I don’t?”
“Can I be honest?”
“ Please. ”
“I am not questioning your care for her, I am questioning what your intentions are. I won’t apologize for not trusting you.  You promised me after she broke up with Haru that you wouldn’t make a move on her but here we are now…”
“I kept my promise.”
“You found a loophole…”
“It’s been three years…she’s allowed to move on.”
“Yes she is…”
“You know, I was surprised by how angry you got at her for keeping us a secret, especially since we both know that there are plenty of things you’re hiding from her right now. Then I started thinking that it wasn’t the secret that was bothering you, you just don’t want her moving on with me…”
Rina averted her gaze, completely surprised by how easily Gojo read her.
“Like I said, I don’t trust you…”
He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “What did Haru tell you exactly?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I just want to know if you’re still adamant on convincing yourself that I am the bad guy or if you would like to know what actually happened between us…”
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CHAPTER 12 - MUSE
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The house looked pretty much how he remembered it, not that he’d been round there much. He’d sold to Lip a few times back in high school, met him at the bottom of the garden to avoid his sister or something, he didn’t really care, a sale was a sale.
He’d dropped off some stuff for Mickey once too, back when he’d moved out to stay with his mental case boyfriend. Husband now, if what uncle Ronnie said was anything to go by.
Trying the handle he found it locked, maybe those fuckers actually had something worth stealing these days, he supposed, things must’ve changed while he was in the joint.
After a couple of knocks some kid answered the door, about eleven or twelve, wasn’t exactly surprising, the Gallaghers did always seem to be multiplying, he couldn’t keep track even before he’d gone away, even after his little brother was ghetto married to one of them. Suppose his little sister was also ghetto married to another at one point. What was it about that Gallaghers?
“Umm hello?” The kid asked him
“Eh, yeah is Mickey here?”
“Who’s asking?”
“I’m his brother.”
The kids face instantly closed up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“What do you want with him?”
“To see him?”
The kid didn’t seem like he was going to let up but he didn’t need to, because just then there was movement within the house.
“Who the fucks at the door keeping you so long? Go back and eat your fucking fruit loops before you’re late for school.”
Mickeys paused at the doorway, eyes widening in surprise when he saw who was there. The kid looked back and forth the two brothers for a second before taking Mickeys advice and heading back towards the kitchen.
“Who the fuck decided to let you out?”
Iggy let out a short laugh, his little brother looked different than he had when he last saw him years ago, older, but also happier, less guarded than he’d looked since he was just a little kid. Also cleaner, and in some weird, army getup.
“Let out for good behavior.”
Mickey snorted at that in disbelief. “You gonna come in or just stand outside freezing your ass off all day?”
“Waiting for my invitation little bro, you know considering I didn’t get one to your wedding.”
“You heard about that huh?” Mickey asked, scratching the back of his neck as he retreated into the house, Iggy following close behind. “You were in the joint anyway so what’s it matter?”
Iggy shrugged.
“Dunno, thought you were still in Mexico til I bumped into uncle Ronnie last night. You know what it’s like when you’re on the inside, everyone in our family acts like you’re dead. Didn’t hear shit about anyone.”
Mickey rubbed at his lip, some nervous tick dad had never bothered to beat out of him.
“Yeah I know, um uncle Ronnie tell you about dad?”
“Yeah he did. Gotta say I’m surprised, thought you’d be still fucking celebrating or some shit.”
“Fuck off, I wasn’t celebrating or anything.”
Iggy laughed.
Mickey frowned. “What? You don’t care?”
With a shrug, Iggy replied. “Nah, not like he’d care if any of us died. Don’t think he even cared when mom died, why’d I care bout him?”
Mickey paused before, begrudgingly tilting his head in agreement. His face was still drawn, their dads death seemingly taken a greater toll on the youngest Milkovich brother then anyone would have guessed.
Footsteps stomping down the stairs was what drew Iggy’s attention away from his brother. And apparently onto his brother-in-law. Ian was wearing the same weird army getup as Mickey. He was obviously older now, no longer the floppy haired teenager Mickey had seemingly stolen from Mandy and moved into his bedroom. His younger siblings had attempted to explain how all of that happened but it always seemed weird to him. He supposed while Mandy was Gallagher hopping, Ian was Milkovich hopping. As none of them seemed bothered by the arrangement he didn’t get involved.
“Hey Mick we gotta get going soon we if want to ma... Iggy? When did you get out?”
“Couple of weeks ago, the house got taken and I didn’t know where anyone was til last night. Uncle Ronnie said Mickey was still shacking up with you, thought I’d check up on him, see if married life’s made him soft.”
The redhead grinned at Mickey while Mickey flipped Iggy off.
“Fuck off, I ain’t gotten soft.”
“I can assure you, he’s not.”
Iggy laughed at the face Mickey pulled.
“You can both fuck off.”
“We do actually need to get going if we’re not going to be late for our first pickup.”
“What exactly are you guys doing? Some scam?”
Mickey looked away, it was the redhead that answered.
“Uh no, we run a weed security business, deliveries, pickups, that sorta thing.”
“Ain’t weed legal now? Mickey you gone legit?”
“Fuck you, I’m on parole.”
“Uh huh.” Iggy grinned.
“Uh yeah, so listen we gotta go but you gotta number or something, we could hang out, shoot the shit.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll give you the number for my burner. PO’s got me some dumbass interview later but I’ll see what days I don’t have to work.”
He could see Ian grinning at them out of the corner of his eye but he didn’t particularly care about the redhead, outside of whatever happiness he seemed to have brought to Mickey. He was a Milkovich through and through. The only people he’d ever really cared about were his siblings, and some of his cousins, most of which seemed to have gone to the wind these days. Not Mickey though, he still had his little brother, maybe he’d even learn to like his mental case of a husband one day. Maybe.
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Distracted Dinner Date
Marcus Moreno x gn!reader (no y/n)
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: none really, fluff, romantic!Marcus, food/eating mentions, reader is afraid of heights, softness, kisses, feelings, does it count as pining if they’re already together?
Part of the Laundry Day series, but I wrote it so it can be read on its own. The series can be found on my masterlist. Thank you to @we-can-be-himbos for beta reading for me!
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You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous for a date. Though technically this was not your first date with Marcus Moreno, this was much more of a proper date than when you met at the cafe a week ago. You picked out something nice to wear, but not too formal. You wanted to look good for Marcus, and also boost your confidence with your outfit. You felt like your choice was just perfect for that.
The plan was to meet at Marcus’ house and he would drive to the restaurant after dropping his daughter, Missy, off at his mother’s. He offered to pick you up from your place, but past bad dates told you not to give out your address just yet, even if this was the leader of the Heroics that you were with. The past was hard to let go, but you had high hopes for your future.
With a deep breath, you grabbed your bag and your shoes, flats for comfort, and headed out the door.
“Wow,” Marcus’ looked you up and down with wide eyes and an open mouth when you arrived at his door, “You look… Wow.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, “Wow yourself,” you quipped back as you shuffled your weight between your legs.
Marcus looked so effortlessly handsome in his button down shirt with the top button open, nice pants and dark glasses on his face. Without meaning to, the colors you both wore complimented each other and the thought made you grin.
“Missy! You ready?” he called out over his shoulder.
“Coming!” you heard a smaller voice in the distance followed by the sound of footsteps down the stairs. Missy stopped when she got closer to you and gawked almost in the same way her father did, “Hi,” she gave you a smile and a wave.
Suddenly, you felt a fresh wave of nerves wash over you. Not only did you want to impress your new boyfriend, but you wanted to make a good impression with his daughter as well. You knew how important that would be to him for the two of you to get along, “Hi,” you spoke in a cheery voice as you gave her your name. 
“Ready kiddo?” Marcus chimed in and you all shuffled into his car.
Conversation with Missy came surprisingly natural for you, and you found that you had a lot in common with her. Of course you made the joke about how your style matched a child’s, but Marcus only found that more endearing about you.
“Dad!” Missy chimed in from the back seat, “Look, the fair is in town!”
You looked over into the distance where a jumble of lights lit up the darkening skyline, “I didn’t know the fair was this weekend,” you commented in a dreamy voice.
“Sorry kiddo,” Marcus said, “I must have lost track of the day. I’ll take you next time, I promise.”
That was when you got an idea, “What if we go now?”
You could practically feel Missy wriggle in her seat from excitement, “Can we?! Please!”
Marcus glanced over at you wide-eyed, “Are you sure?” This was supposed to be his chance to pull out all the romantic stops for you. He had the perfect table reserved that overlooked the city with an amazing view and the two of you would not be disturbed like last time. There were even flowers hidden away in the trunk for you too: your favorite after he noticed your reaction the last time he gave you a flower.
“I’m up for it if you are,” you replied back with a smile and a wink, “I can’t think of a more fun way to spend the evening.”
Missy squealed with excitement as he begged her dad to give in. You joined her with a teasing, “Please,” and a pout.
Marcus let out an exaggerated sigh, “I’m in trouble with you two aren’t I?”
You glanced behind you and gave Missy a wink and a grin. Truthfully, you were just happy the two of you hit things off so well right away and how natural you felt with her.
Marcus sighed as he put on his turn signal, “Alright.” He would just have to come up with another way to be romantic tonight. Not that he was annoyed at all, and he knew that there would be another chance in the future for a romantic dinner date with just the two of you.
Cheers from both you and Missy filled the car and you felt a little hand on your shoulder. Missy gave you a little squeeze which you took as a silent thanks before she reached for Marcus’ phone, “I’ll call grandma and tell her.”
“Thanks kiddo,” Marcus couldn’t help but grin. He felt the warmth in his chest as he thought about how perfect everything seemed. 
Instead of a fancy candlelit dinner, you all ate various fried food from a basket and yet you couldn’t be happier. Something about being with Marcus and Missy just felt so right and it didn’t matter to you where you were. And soon after, the three of you walked off the fair food and played some arcade games along the way. 
Marcus couldn’t help but feel like you belonged with him and his daughter. He watched you with fondness as you concentrated on the target game you and Missy played. The two of you laughed and he felt like the entire place lit up. 
Just as you finished your game, someone called out Missy’s name and she turned to find a small group of her friends. Marcus knew by the look in her eyes that she wanted to join them, and he allowed it. The two of you waved her off with the promise to meet up in an hour.
You and Marcus were alone for the first time all evening and the nerves flared up within you again. You fidgeted with your fingers as you felt like a giddy high schooler with a crush again. He didn’t show it, but Marcus felt just as nervous. Also, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Before he knew it, he reached out and took your hand in his. You looked down at your connected hands for a moment before your eyes trailed back up to meet his.
The expression on Marcus’ face made your heart skip a beat. His eyes held such admiration for you, but you also saw hesitation in them. He swallowed hard as his eyes asked the silent question: is this ok? Once you calmed your racing thoughts, you nodded and squeezed his hand.
That must have calmed him a lot, because Marcus dropped his shoulders and let out a heavy breath. The two of you smiled at each other before you let him lead you through the crowd. Though there were so many people around you, it felt like it was just you and Marcus. And it was nice that everyone seemed to be so enthralled in their surroundings that no one noticed that Marcus Moreno was just feet away from them. For that, Marcus was grateful.
“How about some rides then?” he offered.
You leaned into him so he could hear you and savored the warmth from his body, “Sounds great.”
The two of you went on a few rides: the swings, the pirate ship and a mini roller coaster. You also dragged him through a mini haunted house, and he was quick to wrap his arms around you whenever you came across a jump scare. Sometimes it was hard for Marcus to turn off his hero mode, especially when it came to protecting you. But it made your heart skip a beat at how quick he was to protect you.
“How about that one?” Marcus gestured to the large ferris wheel in front of you.
You froze in your tracks and tightened your grip on his hand, “I’d… rather not.”
Marcus couldn’t help but laugh, “You willingly got on the pirate ship and you’re afraid of the Ferris wheel?”
“Shut up!” you playfully shoved his shoulder with yours, “I’m not a fan of heights,” you explained. When he opened his mouth to a playful retort of his own, you added, “I know what you’re going to say! You get that adrenaline rush on the fast rides. With the ferris wheel you’re just dangling there, you know?”
Your explanation made sense, and Marcus of course didn’t mean anything by his jab, “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?”
His words made your heart skip a beat as you looked at him wide-eyed. You almost forgot that he was an extraordinary man for a moment. To you, he was just Marcus, and he was perfect just like that. But then his words awakened something in you and you fought back a tear of happiness, “I know,” you whispered so softly that he almost couldn’t hear you. 
“Forget it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Marcus replied in a light tone and took a step in the opposite direction. But you stayed planted in your spot and tugged him towards the ferris wheel.
“No,” you sounded determined, “Let’s do it.”
“You sure?” he never wanted to push you into anything, but the way you nodded in response told him that you were ok. Maybe you wanted to conquer your fear or maybe you wanted to do something for him since he did so much for you already.
If you were honest with yourself, you were still terrified. But there was something about Marcus that made you feel safe and protected. For him, you were willing to give it a try. You felt calm until you sat strapped into the basket next to Marcus and the wheel started hoisting you two up. He must have noticed your nerves because he put a hand over yours and held it gently. You met his gaze and couldn’t help but grin at the way he looked at you with such concern.
Suddenly, the wheel stopped with the two of you right up top. “Of course we get stuck at the very top right away,” you grumbled.
“You’re ok… We’re ok,” Marcus comforted you as best he could. He felt a tug at his heart at how nervous you were and yet you tried to put on a brave face for him.
You were quiet for several moments as you found comfort in his eyes. It was enough to calm your nerves and your eyes wandered around you. The view was nice from this high and you realized why people enjoyed the ferris wheel so much. “It is beautiful,” you spoke in awe.
“Very beautiful,” Marcus echoed your thoughts as he didn’t take his eyes off of you.
You didn’t see the fond expressions on his face, and before you turned back towards him the ferris wheel moved and jerked you both forward. You yelped in surprise and all the nerves rushed back as the basket you were plunged into the crowd below.
Marcus immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close against his chest, “I’ve got you,” his voice was soft against your ear and immediately you felt calm and safe again. You felt his heartbeat and paired with his arms securely around you, you had never felt more protected. And you never wanted to leave his embrace.
You peeled yourself away just enough to meet his gaze without leaving his embrace. The rest of the world faded away as you and Marcus stared into each other’s eyes for several moments before you both slowly inched closer to each other. Although you were right next to each other, it felt like forever until your lips connected. When they did, you swore your heart stopped for a second. Marcus’ lips were so warm and soft and his kiss felt like home.
With a soft sigh, you parted your lips in a silent invitation which he gladly took. Marcus’ kiss felt just like his embrace: warm and safe. You found that you never wanted to break away, although you eventually had to for air.
The rest of the world faded away while you kissed because when you finally broke away, you found yourself at the bottom of the Ferris wheel and the ride operator was about to interrupt you. A rush of heat ran through you from embarrassment, but Macrus just took your hand and helped you to stand. You did hear him stumble over his words though, which hinted at his own embarrassment. 
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he joked with a grin that took your breath away.
“Could have been worse,” you replied in a soft voice once you were able to form a coherent thought, “And you proved me wrong Marcus,” when he furrowed his brows you added, “That was an adrenaline rush.”
He burst into laughter and was about to say something when Missy’s voice called both your attention. She bounced up to the two of you and before long you all headed back to the car. Although this was not the date night that Marcus originally had in mind, it was still the perfect night. After all, he got to see you smile and be happy and your first kiss was better than he could have hoped for.
And Missy held on to the pictures she snuck of you and Marcus on the ferris wheel to tease her father with later.
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Notes: So fun fact, out of all my reader characters, this one is the most like me lol. Partly because I saw myself so much in the scenario in the first part of Laundry Day and right now I’m just rolling with it lol. Also, can you tell that glasses!Marcus is my fav look? lol Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
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Congratulations
Fred Weasley x Reader
~Master~
Word Count: 1.7K
A/N: Hope you like! Please like, reblog, comment, whatever! I need validation! 😂 I wrote this on a whim and okay, if anyone knows that like interview or whatever that Selena Gomez did where she was asked a song that reminded her of being in love, that’s what got me writing this at midnight because I caught inspiration. 
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“Y/N will play with us! Won’t you, Y/N?” Ginny yelled out as she entered the common room, ruining the world you distracted yourself in with your book. Behind her was a group of people, a couple of them having the Weasley red hair, but all of them your friends. Ginny smiled at you, approaching the table you sat at and sliding into the seat.
You sighed deeply, putting a fake smile on your own face as you closed your book. “What are we playing?” A few people celebrated as you agreed, but right away your eyes flickered to a certain nervous face. It wasn’t that Fred didn’t want you to play, it was that since you both broke up 3 weeks ago, you’ve barely said a word to him. If you play this game, you’d be close, not walking out of rooms the moment the other walks in. You gulped, feeling Ginny pull you over to the couches where everyone began taking seats. You fell in between Hermione and Harry, both of them quickly noticing Fred taking the seat farthest from you.
There were 7 people playing with you. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron, the twins, and Angelina. George pulled out a box from behind him as you quirked a brow. “What are we playing?” you asked again, letting a laugh as George made a big debacle of opening it.
“It’s a game Fred and George made.” Hermione said as leaned over to you, amused to see how this would turn out. “We’re the test subjects.”
Your eyes went wide. “What pranks weren’t enough, they moved onto games?” you laughed as Hermione smiled and shrugged, knocking her shoulder with yours.
“Tell us the rules.” Ginny told her brother causing George to roll his eyes as he removed the last two things from the box.
“It’s a simple game.” He began, sharing a smirk with Fred.
“Like Truth or Dare.”
“Only different.” They said together, having planned their pitch beforehand. You kept your eyes on George as they spoke, too afraid of sparing a glance to Fred as he carried on.
“We’re spilt into two teams and each team gets a vial and a card.” He held up each object to demonstrate, the vial was quite large, barely able to fit his hand as he placed it on the table and the card looked blank. Fred’s eyes met yours briefly as you looked at the objects, a hitch in his breathing letting you know he hadn’t seen it coming. George waited for his brother to say the next line before realizing he was looking at you, too busy staring at your now down casted face as George took over.
“The card will ask whoever’s holding it a question, and you have to answer truthfully, otherwise you have to do the dare that’s written on the back.” Fred seemed to snap out of his trance in the middle of George’s instructions, shifting in his seat as he kept his eyes off you for the time being. “Whenever you answer a question truthfully, part of the vial fills up. If you choose the dare instead, the vial doesn’t fill. The first team to answer enough questions to fill the vial completely, wins.”
Small sounds of intrigue went around the group and it seemed like everyone wanted to play the game. “How are we splitting us up?” Ron asked, glancing around the group. “Older versus younger?” He offered and you swallowed thickly. That would put you on a team with Fred, and you weren’t sure that’s what you wanted. Hermione, having seen your reaction to Ron’s suggestion, was the first to step in.
“How about girls versus boys, instead?” She offered. There were a few sounds of agreement, but when Hermione shot Ron and Harry a glare and flickered her eyes between you and Fred, Harry and Ron were suddenly more enthusiastic about the idea. Everyone moved, putting the girls together on one side of the table and the boys on the other.
“Thank you.” You whispered to Hermione and she squeezed your hand under the table. She might be 2 years younger than you, but Hermione has always been easy to talk to, especially in the last few weeks.
The twins got the game started, using Harry as the first person to answer a question. The question he had to answer was simple: What’s your favorite dessert?
“Treacle tarts.” Harry answered immediately and you had to hold back a chuckle, remembering all the times you’ve seen him stuff his face with them. The boy’s vial started to fill slowly from the bottom, a blue liquid inside that you all furrowed your brows at.
“What is that?” Angelina asked from next to you.
Fred and George shared a look and a smile as the they answered her together. “Magic.” Everyone chuckled at them, including you. You knew they wouldn’t say, gotta have their secrets. What you weren’t aware of, was Fred watching as you laughed, the slight tug of his heart when he heard the sound he’d grown to miss.
The questions kept coming, each group taking turns answering them as the vials slowly filled up. A few people had opted for taking dares as the questions became harder to answer. George, for one, was dared to change into girl clothes for the rest of the game and you took him upstairs, throwing him a few of your clothes to wear. Needless to say, it was quite entertaining for everyone as he came downstairs with you in tow and the whole group laughed, including the boy himself. Harry was dared to sprint down to the Slytherin Common room and back 3 times, and Angelina was dared to perform a song for the group, which George immediately complained about the unfairness of the dares in his own product. You had answered quite a few questions yourself, ones like: Your favorite place in the world or what’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done. The girls’ vial was almost full as Hermione answered her most likely final question, leaving enough room for one last person, which much to your luck, was you. You sat with a smile, everyone laughing as Ron opted out of answering his question, deciding spilling who his crush was wasn’t something he was going to do, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Hermione, who blushed as you poked her leg.
“Alright Y/N, you just need one more question to win it for the girls.” George said with a smirk as Hermione passed you the card. You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from everyone as George put his hands up. “Or you could take the dare like a chicken and let us prove once and for all that we’re better.” The boys cheered in a friendly fashion as the girls booed, everyone sitting with a smile on their faces.
“Haven’t taken a dare yet, Weasley. Don’t plan on it now.” You shrugged with a cocky look before putting your hand to your chest. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s my jeans, chicken?” you asked, hearing Ginny clap as she laughed at her brother’s fallen face. Fred pulled your attention as he laughed at your question, seeing George shift awkwardly next to him. You quickly let your head drop again, wearing a fake smile as you tried not to look back up at him. It was harder to do than you thought.
“Read the card!” Ron laughed out, seeing the card had already scribbled a question on it.
“Okay!” Your grin turned real again as you started reading. “What is a song...” Everyone knew something was wrong the moment you stopped in the middle of the sentence and gulped, letting your smile fall off your face immediately. They all got quiet as they waited. “… that reminds you of being in love?”
Fred wasn’t sure he was breathing as you finished reading. You couldn’t spare him a glance, instead staring at the paper in front of you. Everyone was watching you, sharing looks with each other without any clue of what to do.
“You can do the dare, on the back.” Harry spoke up, pointing to the under side of the car. His words reminded you that you weren’t alone as you sucked in a breath, looking up to him and shook your head.
“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t know what fine meant, but you knew you were far from it. You tried to think, any song in the world that reminded you of being in love. The only problem was had only been in love with one person, and it ended with your heart broken. The only song you could think of was the one playing at the yule ball when Fred and you went together, the first time he ever told he loved you.
Does it remind of being in love if all it makes you feel is heartbroken?
“I don’t know.” You whispered, gently placing the card down on the table. Your eyes moved around everyone in the room before landing on Fred and neither of you looked away. “I don’t think I have one.”
Fred felt the sting behind his eyes as they met yours and he tried not to cry, not in front of everyone here during a game. A game that was supposed to be fun, a project he started 3 weeks ago to get his mind busy and off the breakup and here it was hurting him more.
The vial on the table slowly filled up as you turned to look, watching it change a light shade of purple as well, meaning your team won. No one celebrated. Instead you all sat there, frowns on your faces and you weren’t sure how long you could last before breaking down.
“Congratulations.” Fred said, keeping his voice low. “You guys win.” You knew he was speaking to your group, but if you had willed yourself to look at him one last time, you would’ve seen he was looking directly at you. He was gone the moment the words left his lips, running upstairs to his room. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, you felt Hermione putting an arm around you and pulling you into her arms. You allowed her to console you, letting the tears fall freely as Angelina grabbed your hand and Ginny moved behind you to rub your back.
You didn’t feel like you won anything.
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