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heliads · 7 months

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Hi!! I miss your Derek fics so much so how’s one where you and him are in a casual relationship if yk what I mean when all of a sudden there’s a mishap that causes him to pull away and end up ghosting you because he caught feelings and is terrified of them, you still try to get in contact with him but got tired of it and that’s when Derek comes back basically begging for a chance to fix it🥺

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Derek Hale knows he’s gone too far because he’s no longer nervous waking up to hear someone else’s heartbeat next to him. Derek stays alone, always; it saves him the trouble of having to think about saving someone other than himself if he ever wakes up to another roaring inferno. Derek is good at being alone. It’s never something he’s struggled with, even as a lone wolf without a pack. He still talks to other people on occasion. It’s fine.

He’d thought it was fine. Derek had almost gotten to the point of convincing himself of it, and then he started making mistakes like entertaining himself with someone else, and by the time it occurred to him that he was long past the point of no return, there was no way he could ever end it. So he lives with it, it’s fine. Until it isn’t.

Derek Hale has never been the type to get caught up over a girl. He did it once, then swore it would never happen again. There is the idea of Derek, the lone wolf; Derek, the man with a heart colder than ice. He wouldn’t go so far as to describe himself as a womanizer, but he’s dated not one but two of the women who’ve tried to kill him and the other wolves in town, so maybe he should start thinking about raising his standards.

He did, though. That was the problem. Of all the people in this world, good and bad and outright bloodthirsty, Derek found the one woman capable of waltzing right past his best defenses and laying claim to the very organ he thought would never be bothered with again. Derek has long since assumed that, so long as it keeps beating on schedule, he’d never think about his heart unless someone was actively ripping it out of his chest, but Y/N changed that. She changed everything.

It was nothing at first. That’s what he promised himself the first time he woke up in an unfamiliar room that definitely wasn’t in his apartment complex. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he picked up on the sound of someone else breathing evenly next to him, but Y/N had woken up not long after him so they’d been able to talk things through. They’d both agreed that it was a one time thing, the result of years of rising tensions against supernaturals in Beacon Hills, and would never happen again.

The second time, Derek was no less taken aback, but a little more disappointed in himself. Usually, when he makes his word, he sticks to it for longer than a month. He’d left before she woke up that time. Didn’t stop him from crawling back, though. He can blame it on the alcohol that doesn’t affect him, the battle rush of adrenaline he’s long since learned to master. Excuses are easy. Falling is easier still.

Derek doesn’t fall, though. He won’t. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. Derek can lock himself up and cut away his heart and distrust his mind until any conceivable feeling dies off from lack of oxygen. It wouldn’t be the first time. Somehow, he doubts it’ll be the last.

This is all well and good, but it doesn’t work as well as it should. Even now, blinking the last of the past night’s sleep from his eyes, Derek sits up slowly in his own bed, and the sight of Y/N there next to him isn’t surprising. Not at all. His internal alarm system stopped going off around her a long time ago. Hell, he gets more uneasy the longer he goes without seeing her instead of the other way around.

A year ago, he would have called that a mistake. Hales survive because they trust only each other. Y/N may be an ally in this eternally war-torn town, but that does not make her someone he can afford to keep around. Still, when he carefully lifts himself out of bed to avoid waking her, when she comes out of the room about half an hour later in one of his shirts, when Derek can’t quite tell where her perfume ends and his cologne begins, he wonders to himself if he hasn’t already crossed that line a very long time ago.

It doesn’t matter. None of this is real. He doesn’t make her breakfast, she doesn’t say goodbye. They just go about their lives as if the past night had never happened at all, as if none of the nights before that, all stretching out in one vast line of pale, bedsheet-white dominoes do not exist between them. You cannot topple what you do not see, and Derek’s eyes are snapped shut tight.

He’s started noticing things, though, against his better judgment. The furrows in Y/N’s brow vanish while she’s asleep, but they appear again when she looks around at her house or his in the morning and remembers something she’ll never tell him. Her shoulders always rise and pinch together right before she leaves without a word. Derek has started making himself scarce whenever she wakes up. It’s better for both of them if there’s no opportunity to stay any longer.

Most of all, Derek takes care to ensure that whatever happens at night does not affect either of them during the day. Y/N’s more closely allied with the McCall pack than whatever dregs are left of Derek’s ill-gotten attempt to seize power with his own batch of betas, but he still sees her often enough on wolf business. Derek has no doubt that Scott has caught on to the fact that they’re seeing each other, but neither of them will bring it up so long as it doesn’t become a problem.

A couple of times, Derek has felt Scott’s eyes on him like an accusation, burning holes into his shoulders whenever Y/N shows up late or seems listless during the discussions. Derek wants to throw up his hands and declare to anyone who cares to listen or blame him that he’s doing his best to make sure he isn’t the cause, but he doubts any of the younger pack members want to know that he’s specifically trimming off any stem of feeling before it takes root. He’s doing his best, at least. Surely that counts for something.

Still, he can feel their judgment like a plague, even outside of passing glimpses. When Scott McCall shows up at Derek’s door to ask for his help with a sudden hunter shootout at the hospital, Derek can still see the awareness in the back of the kid’s eyes. Y/N’s got her own thing going, Derek wants to clarify, she’s long past school-crush days just like him. They’re both adults and they can do what they please. High school sweethearts all die by hunters’ arrows. The ones who survive don’t play by the rules.

Scott will never bring it up, though, so Derek won’t, either. Instead, he just accompanies Scott to the hospital, where he slashes and stabs at anyone who tries to shoot at him. These sorts of things are becoming normal occurrences by now; Melissa McCall and the other doctors are probably sick of it, but what can you do?

Derek’s only half paying attention. He focuses enough to keep himself alive, but it’s easy to go on autopilot. The hunters will always attack, and they will always defend. Some will get hurt. They’ll heal in time to start the game over again. Nothing new.

It should be nothing new. It is, until Derek rounds a corner and he sees one of the hunters shooting at Y/N’s back. She’s distracted taking out someone else. She won’t react in time, Derek knows it, he can feel it in his bones like a bad frost, and Derek– he actually screams, a guttural shout of despair, and he hurls himself at the hunter. The gun goes flying out of the guy’s hands and into a corner of the room, blood spatters following it a second later. It’s alright again. Y/N is fine.

Y/N, actually, is staring at him in confusion. “What was that about?” She asks slowly.

Derek catches a hazy glimpse of himself in the glass panel of a nearby door and realizes that he looks mad. His eyes are wide, startled, glowing; his claws are out and dripping with gore. “He was going to shoot you,” he says, a little unsteadily, “You weren’t paying attention.”

She shakes her head slowly. “I was, Derek. His gun was empty. No more bullets left, I heard the empty barrel click a minute ago.”

Derek stares at her uncomprehendingly, and Y/N has to cross the room, pick up the fallen hunter’s weapon, and pull the trigger several times until Derek understands. She was right, no ammunition was shot. It was a complete misfire on his end, and something that he should have picked up on far before he decided to strike. If Y/N could hear that the gun was empty from across the room, Derek should have known it from where he stood.

He knows what this means, then. It means he’s making mistakes, and mistakes get you killed. They get everyone killed. Derek hasn’t made a mistake like this in a long time, because he never let anyone in, but he has now, hasn’t he? He’s known it for a long time. Y/N means far more to him than a prolonged one night stand. He has feelings for her, of a depth he couldn’t decipher if given a thousand years trapped inside his own head. Derek Hale has fallen in love, but this love will destroy him. It will make him weak.

And, fuck, Derek knows how this is going to end. How it always ends. He is a fire, consuming everything in his path; burning down his family home; choking the last breath from the lungs of anyone foolish enough to love him. If Y/N realizes that he loves her, if she does something so terrible as to love him back, she will fall before the year is out. They always do, and it will be his fault again, his fault like it was for all the others.

He moves before he knows what he’s doing. Y/N is calling after him, he thinks, but Derek is already rounding the corner and out of the hallway. Hunters in his path are killed by a wolf that might be Derek, if Derek was aware enough of what he was doing to act on anything more than animal instinct. Instead, he just keeps going like a bloodsoaked robot until Scott tells him it’s over, and then he leaves. He does not check in with the rest of the pack. He does not check in with Y/N.

In fact, he does not speak with her again. She tries texting him afterwards to see if he’s alright, and then even shows up at his door when he’s unresponsive for days, but Derek just waits silently in the confines of his apartment until she goes away. She can probably hear his heartbeat, but it doesn’t matter. This will benefit both of them. Neither Derek nor Y/N can afford an attachment like this. He’s already started slipping up in the heat of battle. Who knows what sort of deadly error he will commit next?

If he thought the McCall pack’s judgment was bad enough before, they’re downright diabolical now. He can’t speak to them without being on the receiving end of a thousand hateful stares. Every time he so much as crosses their path, you’d think he murdered their entire family. It’s unreal. Don’t they know he’s doing this for the best?

It’s not like Derek enjoys this, anyway. It’s unnatural. He’s started waking up at odd hours of the night, reaching out for someone who isn’t there. Derek rises with the sun and stares at the empty other half of the bed. He starts to get up quietly and then remembers that there’s no one around who’s still sleeping, so he can be as loud as he pleases. It feels wrong when the floor creaks.

He’s started creeping closer to the door whenever Y/N stops by. He hovers right by the threshold, listening; he can tell by the inflections of her voice that she’s starting to give up hope, and then she stops coming. When a week goes by without a single word from her, Derek thinks that he should be pleased because he’s finally saved her from himself, but instead, all he feels is alone.

It’s not a good feeling, this. Derek thought he would be able to shake off any and all feelings for her in a matter of weeks, but even a month later, he’s still in a terrible state. Lydia starts taking pity on him, he thinks, and actually treats him like a normal human being again, which kind of makes it all worse. He doesn’t want her compassion. He wants–

He wants Y/N. Waking up alone again, hands curling into fists around empty sheets, Derek realizes the earth-shattering truth as if from a dream. He wants her. He wants her more than anything. If this is safety, Derek doesn’t want it. He hates not knowing if she’s alright. He hates thinking that he might have hurt her. If this is the cost of keeping them both alive, Derek would rather be dead.

He throws on his clothes, headed towards the door in a flash. He wakes up early, always has; if he can just get over to her place before she leaves to go to work, maybe it would be okay– maybe she would still want him– maybe he would be enough, now that he knows without a shadow of a doubt that she is for him–

Y/N doesn’t open her door at first, which is, admittedly, justified. Derek’s cheeks flush with shame remembering all the times he’d pointedly ignored her visits. However, she’s better than him, always has been, and opens the door eventually. He looks at her, breathes out at last, and says– “I miss you.”

Y/N arches a brow. “You do?”

“I do,” Derek repeats, “And I’ve been– stupid, really, and I shouldn’t have been. I know better than that.”

Y/N folds her arms across her chest. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I love you,” Derek says. It’s only five words, but it makes Y/N sway as if she’s been shot.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispers faintly.

Derek shakes her head. “I’m not the type to throw those words around. You know that. You know me better than anyone, Y/N. Tell me if I’m lying.”

He waits. She stares at him, but at last she nods slowly, and says, “You love me?”

“I love you,” he affirms. Then: “Can I come in?”

A ghost of a smile haunts her lips. “Always so forward, aren’t you?”

He laughs a little, actually. It surprises both of them, Derek the most. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I do,” she admits, and steps aside to let him pass. Derek lingers by her side, he can’t help it. Moments like these were meant to be treasured. He may have messed up too many of them to count, but for once, Derek can start again. He intends to make the most of it.

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 4 months

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The First Glance

Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Lian

Honestly I'm just having a go at this and I'm technically writing about my OC. If people notice it that's good. if they don't well😔. So don't hate on me 🖤✨

Mentions of the reader having a veil and white hair, facial scars.

No one has requested any stories from me I wrote this for my own pleasure. So if you want something that isn't for an OC and is for a reader then come tell me and I'll write you something 😋

I keep editing the story cuz I keep forgetting details 😭✊ bear with me plz.

Míngqín means song bird it's Y/n's nickname

Previous part: Tea Shop

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You've been by Xie Lian's side for a long time. You've been his guard for as long as you can remember, and a god under him for even longer. A very long time actually, so you'd like to think you know him well enough to predict his movements. Apparently not.

You're at Puqi shrine, cleaning the place up and fixing dinner for you and Xie Lian. You chose to stay while Xie Lian went and to go investigate a ghost groom who was kidnapping brides. It's since then turned dark and when Xie Lian turns up, there's another man with him. You weren't expecting Xie Lian to bring someone home with him, nor were you expecting the strange man to stay the night.

The strange man's name is actually San Lang, but you still think he's strange anyways. After scolding Xie Lian for bringing someone home without any warning you serve dinner at the makeshift table you came up with. You give San Lang yours, you don't really need to eat. You're a heaven official and being with Xie Lian has you used to it anyhow.

"Thank you for making dinner Míngqín, I wouldn't have minded making it myself", Xie Lian says. You cringe at the thought though. You wave a hand, "not necessary I've got it". You sit down and observe as they both eat. Xie Lian and San Lang chat about something but you aren't paying attention. You're staring at San Lang, it's strange how fast the man has clung himself to Xie Lian. You've never seen him before and yet he so easily acts as if he's known Xie Lian forever.

You look away, thoughts straying to the bed laying on the floor. If it can even be called that it's more like a mat. Are all three of you going to sleep on it? Your thoughts are quickly interrupted when you notice San Lang staring at you. He can't possibly see your face not with the veil you've hidden it behind, but the way he's staring at you makes it feel like he's trying to. It doesn't feel like anything bad or alarming, just unnerving. People don't look at you. They usually stray their eyes away, but San Lang does not.

You leave the table, and lie on the mat. Xie Lian and San Lang will eventually lay down too. You take the middle spot. It makes the most sense, you don't want Xie Lian to be in danger. He's always been kind and you don't want that to back fire on him. You figure it's most safe if you stay between San Lang and Xie Lian.

You are already 'asleep', you aren't of course but you're breathing and heartbeat all sound as if you are. You technically don't need sleep but it's still nice to rest sometimes. You can hear San Lang talk about the missing painting on the wall. There's not yet a painting of the God of Scraps, but Xie Lian ushers San Lang to go to sleep instead.

Xie Lian lies to your right, you can tell. After all you've been sleeping next to each other for years. San Lang lies to your left, leaving you stuck in the middle. It's uncomfortable. You aren't worried about your veil slipping off, it's yours to manipulate and you've long since mastered being able to make the veil comfortable on your face. It's the closeness that bothers you.

You haven't really been in anyone's company other than Xie Lian's. No one else tends to like you, not the officials and not ghosts. That's fine you don't like them either but this sudden presence is new and you've never liked touch in the first place. Touch is scary. It always has been since the fall of XianLe. It makes you want to puke. Xie Lian is the only exception to this, seeing as you've been around him your whole life.

It's not that repulsive actually. For whatever reason San Lang's closeness doesn't seem to make you want to hurl. His breath down the back of your neck however makes you nervous. If you weren't a ghost your heart would be beating fast. You can feel him staring holes into you but you play sleep anyways.

"You're not truly asleep are you?" You internally huff as San Lang asks. You didn't think you were bad at it. You ignore him and continue hoping he'll believe your lie. It's not until a shuffle on your right, and a harsh grip on your robes make you realize San Lang isn't talking to you.

"It's not like I was fake sleeping San Lang" you can feel Xie Lian sit up a bit. "You aren't asleep either" Xie Lian exclaims. You can't see of course your eyes are closed even behind the veil you're worried they'd see your eyes open.

"I was too busy staring at your assistant" his voice takes on a teasing tone. 'Assistant' is what Xie Lian had told San Lang you are. Xie Lian is supposed to be a priest for himself and your alias is to be Xie Lian's assistant. Of course it's not who you truly are. You're truly the God of Song and Xie Lian is truly the God of Scraps. San Lang wouldn't know that though.

Your stomach drops when you feel San Lang's hand start to tinker with your veil. You're about to give it all up to move away but a big clap happens right over your face. You suppose it's time to give it up for the night. You open your eyes, and look up at the clasped hands above you. Xie Lian's holding San Lang's, most likely trying to move his hand away.

"Ah I'm sorry we woke you Míngqín, San Lang just needed a blanket he was cold..." Xie Lian smiles down at you. You nod, "It's okay. Let's go back to sleep then." San Lang only laughs to himself and lies back down. You and Xie Lian lay back down too. The night eventually calms again.

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When morning comes, you realize you fell asleep and when you get out of bed you see that Xie Lian and San Lang have already gotten out of bed. You get up as well and you change your veil. The veil is often changed, you don't like keeping the same design everyday. Some veils cover your whole face, and some veils leave your eyes unhidden. Today you choose a veil that only covers your nose and mouth.

You're ready to go outside until something in the corner of your eye stops you. A painting of Xie Lian back when he was Prince in XianLe..? Did San Lang really paint that? Now it's obvious San Lang isn't a mortal. No one would be able to paint it so accurately from 800 years ago.

You admire it for a minute and then go outside. San Lang and Xie Lian are standing by a cut wood pile. They both turn their heads toward you.

"Good morning Míngqín", "morning y/n". You nod back, noticing San Lang's hair is loose.

"Your hair will surely get caught if you don't put your hair up, San Lang" you haven't really spoken to San Lang the whole time since he's been here but you don't hate him. He did somehow make that painting after all. "Let me fix your hair San Lang" Xie Lian offers. He leads San Lang back inside to a bucket of water.

You know Xie Lian is checking if San Lang is a ghost, but San Lang looks like he is enjoying himself, "Are you just going to play with my hair gege?" Xie Lian is quick to get flustered and he puts San Lang's hair into a very messy braid. It looks messier than before.

You don't pay attention to the fact San Lang has started calling Xie Lian 'gege'. You snicker quietly at Xie Lian's flustered face, as he waves his hands telling San Lang he's all done with his hair. Xie Lian is not very good at doing hair, but San Lang looks happy with it. You don't bother offering to fix it.

"A-Lian it's your turn, come sit". You pat the stool. Xie Lian cooperates and you start combing through his hair. You've always brushed out Xie Lian's hair. He doesn't know how to get the knots out. Xie Lian used to just leave the knots there until you forced him to sit down one day so you could brush it out.

When you're finished brushing his hair you tie it up in his usual half bun-half down hairstyle. You step away from him and notice San Lang staring at you. It seems he's very good at staring.

"You should let gege do your hair as well y/n" you grunt and shake your head. No way you were letting Xie Lian put knots in your hair. You love him very much but you also love your hair.

"No it's alright" you wave a hand but San Lang insists. "I can fix your hair then. Gege did my hair, and you did Gege's. I'll do yours" he smiles. It sounds like generosity, but you've found whatever San Lang says sounds like teasing. You almost shake your head no, but San Lang looks like he really wants to indulge.

"I... Suppose" you hesitate. To fix your hair you would have to take off your veil and only Xie Lian has seen your face and even he hasn't seen it in so long. San Lang is very gentle when he removes your veil, as if he's touching something that will shatter. You cover your mouth with your sleeve. To hide the scars, you don't want them to be seen.

Your thoughts are interrupted by San Lang's fingers running through your hair. He combs it out gently. "Your hair is very beautiful y/n, has gege ever told you?" This flusters you, if you actually had the ability to blush then blood would have colored your cheeks. You have strange hair, it's long but it's white. It's always been like that but after ascending the officials were not your biggest fans. Especially since you stayed with Xie Lian. So they often make remarks about your appearance not that it bothers you.

"Thank you" you notice Xie Lian looking at you. You're eyes are the only thing that can be seen but he's still soaking up what you've hidden for the past hundreds of years before you hide it behind a veil again.

"How come this one hides his face?" San Lang asks as he does something with your hair. You don't know how to answer that so you redirect, "Does San Lang want to see it that bad?" He only laughs at this, and he moves into your field of vision. "I'm all finished. Gege take a look at y/n's hair is it nice?" You want to see what it looks like. You look into the bucket of water.

San Lang put your hair into a braid. He's tied your hair with a red ribbon, it must be San Lang's but you'll keep it. He gave it to you so it's only fair. You run your hands over the braid. Your hair hasn't been styled in a long time, there was never a reason to put it up after all. Your hair is usually left loose.

"it's very pretty San Lang. Míngqín why don't you keep the veil off?" Xie Lian cocks his head to the side. "Yes, there's no reason to hide your face." You furrow your brows, you could keep it off. You're just scared to have your scars out in the open. "... I'll think about it."

You hesitate, but you remove your hand from covering your mouth. To you, your face has been ruined. Your mouth has been slashed from a sword from a very long time ago. Scars line over your lips. You wished that they were pretty scars, with neat lines. They are not though. It's not so bad to show your face to San Lang and Xie Lian.

They stare at you, Xie Lian's look you can understand. You don't understand San Lang's look, he looks as if he's trying to soak up the details of your face too. As if your face is something he hasn't seen in such a long time. You've never met San Lang though...

Now that everyone's hair is fixed, San Lang is an exception to that - y/n giggles every time he sees it - , now they can start their morning. It's a good start to the day and Y/n thinks that San Lang has fit himself quite well into their routine.

Even though San Lang is a new addition to your group he makes it very easy to like him. Especially with how much he clings to Xie Lian's side, but San Lang also seems to be clinging to you too.

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educatedsimps · 7 days

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh

wc: 643

you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.

iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).

you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.

“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.

“mhmm…” you yawned.

the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.

you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.

the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

so damn cute.

you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.

“yes! we got it,” he hissed.

you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.

his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.

“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.

iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”

“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.

you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).

he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.

“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.

“i love u more, haji.”

“ ‘mpothsible.”

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [2]

A little long but I don't think you guys would complain.

Warning: none; just a backstory and flashback between Y/n and Toru; daddy Toru trying his best

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Y/n woke up hearing faint crying.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, more alert.

Tiredly, she got up and headed out of her bedroom and into her living room, where she could hear a baby’s cries more clearly.

With a sense of familiarity, she unthinkingly lifted the lid to her grand piano, settling on the bench. Her fingers found their place on the keys, effortlessly flowing and allowing the music to emanate from her soul.

Once the melody reverberated throughout her living room, drowning out the baby’s cries, she couldn’t help but hope that it reached out and comforted the little soul on the other side of the wall.

When she returned from her European vacation a couple of nights ago, she initially questioned her senses, believing she was hallucinating when she first heard the faint cries. Following that, she found herself unsure whether the lingering effects of jetlag or the side effects of the sleep medicine she had taken played tricks on her perception.

She navigated her place with the curiosity and determination of Sherlock Holmes. As she drew nearer to the living room wall shared with the neighboring unit, the cries grew increasingly discernible.

Did someone move in while she was away?

She heard a voice mumbling and, like a fool, pressed her ear to the wall to listen.

“..Teo… please, what is wrong? Please go to sleep….”

The baby cries only continued.

Fully awake and aware that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep under these circumstances, Y/n let out a sigh and made her way to the grand piano. Allowing her fingers to dance across the keys gracefully, she played a tune, hoping it either drowned out the baby’s cries or exhausted herself enough to find some rest again.

. .

Y/n’s heart pounded loudly against her chest and into her ears as the music blasting through her earbuds was now blocked out by her heartbeat and the ringing.

“To… Toru…” she stuttered.

She stuttered.

She hasn’t stuttered in years.

Stuttering Y/n.

Her nickname is from school.

Oikawa Toru was standing before her.

Her first love.

Like the first time he spoke to her, her heartbeat raced, and her stomach fluttered.

Her mind was still processing that he lived next door to her. The realization lingered in her thoughts, creating a mix of curiosity and intrigue as she contemplated the proximity and potential connection with her neighbor.

“You’re… you live there?” she pointed to his door, “you… you have a ba – baby?”

She despised how her speech suddenly became plagued with stuttering. The unexpected encounter with the person she loved seemed to have stripped her ability to control her words, leaving her frustrated and self-conscience.

Her heart dropped at the mention of his son. “I… yes, I live there, and I do… it’s just my son, and I thought…”

Just them two only?

“… I’m thankful for you…” he searched her eyes, “my son, Mateo, and I are thankful to you every night for playing for us – “

The baby she was playing the piano for was none other than Oikawa Toru’s son.

“I don’t play for you.” In that moment of emotional turmoil, she snapped and immediately felt guilt wash over her.

That night she lay in bed questioning why he had reappeared in her life again.

After years of healing, moving on, and reminding herself that she deserved someone who would love her unconditionally, including her inherent flaws, she had worked to find self-acceptance. These flaws were not of her choosing but rather intrinsic to her being.

However, on that particular night, when she heard the faint cries again, an inexplicable force within her propelled her forward. Without realizing it, she found herself at her piano, her fingers effortlessly gliding across the keys in a seamless melody dance.

Y/n concluded the fourth piece for the night, holding her breath in anticipation as she strained her ears to listen. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she realized it had become quiet on the other side, a sigh that her music had managed to bring tranquility to the restless soul next door.

. .

[Aoba Josei High School]

Y/n sat quietly at her desk, reviewing, and annotating her notes, when a shadow loomed over her; slowly, her pen stopped moving, and she looked up.

Oikawa Toru, 3rd-year student and captain of the boys’ volleyball team.

“Hi, Y/L/n.”

Y/n nodded her head, a silent hello. Many students knew Y/n rarely spoke unless she had to because of her severe stuttering.

Toru drops down and rests his arms on her desk and chin on them, “can I borrow all your notes?”

Looking down at her color-coordinated notes, she sighs, “… o – okay.”

Toru just looked at her with gleaming eyes, and Y/n raised a brow at him.

“Your voice is cute.” Then, he teased, “please let me know when you are done.” He stood up and patted her head, making Y/n shrink into her seat.

No one aside from her father has ever patted her head.

Toru walked away coolly back to his desk on the other side of the room.

Fixing her hair, she shook her head to rid his lingering touch.

Toru is popular amongst girls and boys; he has brought fame to Aoba Josei High School due to his talent in volleyball.

She quickly copied the notes onto a separate sheet of paper before neatly organizing it into a neat pile. Then, she walked over to Toru and set the stack of documents at the corner of his desk before walking away.

A hand grasped her wrist, stopping her from going any further. Looking over her shoulder, Toru looks at her with a soft expression, “thank you, Y/n.”

Her heart fluttered, and she bowed her head in a silent you’re welcome.

Y/n and her only friend Naomi excitedly squealed over sharing their lunches in the vacant music room.

Naomi quickly opened the cabinet, pulled out the kitchen utensils they’d stored there secretly, and began to dump their food into the bowl.

“Bean sprouts, please?” Naomi asked with her hand out, and Y/n grabbed the small container of fermented bean sprouts to set in her hand. With aspirations of becoming a future physician, Naomi often found herself immersed in her imaginary operating room. As she grabbed two spatulas, she enthusiastically announced her next move, fully embracing the role of a skilled surgeon, “going in to mix the food now.”

Lost in their world, the two girls giggled away, completely unaware of the presence of another student who had just walked into the room.

“Can I join too?” Y/n and Naomi jumped, looking behind their shoulder to see Oikawa Toru behind them with a smile. “I can share mine too,” he holds up his lunch boxes.

“We have a practice game against Karasuno High School tomorrow; you should come to watch,” Toru said coolly, spinning his volleyball on one finger. “Then we can walk home afterward.”

After their last period, he insisted she wait for him so they could walk home together. Y/n tried to play deaf to his request towards the end of the day, but Toru caught up to her quickly with his long legs. He expressed his hurt that she didn’t wait for him when he asked to walk home with her.

Y/n, who didn’t speak much, would always make eye contact before responding, whether with a head nod or shake.

“Aw, how come?” Toru inquired after she shook her head. “Have you seen any of our games before?”

Y/n shook her head, “n – no…”

“Well, you can watch me now; I promise you I am super good.”

I know you are the school’s star, Y/n thought to herself. It has been two weeks since Toru began talking to her, and she has been cautious with him. Unsure what he wanted from her.

He wanted to copy her notes; she would make copies so she wouldn’t have to interact with him to get her messages back.

He wanted to share his lunch with her and Naomi, and she allowed it, and at first, it was awkward, but Toru immediately changed that. He hit it off quickly with Naomi as they shared the same quirky personality.

He wanted to walk her home, and she allowed it since he lived in the same neighborhood, and she would pass his house anyways.

What exactly did Oikawa Toru want from her?

“Y/n.”

She looked up, startled at being lost in her thoughts.

“We have the world geography test coming up; I would appreciate your help.” The playful demeanor is replaced with a serious one. “I need to do well on this test if I want to continue to stay on the volleyball team, and you are our top student in the class. So please, please help me?”

Toru had grown accustomed to her silence when they were together, understanding that he needed to observe her physical response closely as she communicated with him.

She continued to keep her eyes on the ground as they approached their neighborhood.

He was about to lighten the mood and playfully beg her when she answered him in a quiet, hushed voice.

“… when… d – do… you – you… want… t – to… st – stud… study?”

Those were the most words she had ever spoken to him, making him speechless.

“Oh… um… I have practice tomorrow after school, but what days work for you? I can work around it?”

They stopped before his house, and Y/n turned to him, determination beaming from her. She opened her mouth, and he could see her inhale before she answered, “I… will… will co – come o – over on… the week - end.”

Toru’s lips curve, “cool. Can I have your number?”

Y/n frantically combed her hair with her fingers and wiped the drool off the corner of her mouth as her doorbell woke her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, nor did her parents say anyone would stop by as they left to visit her grandparents out of town.

She checked her phone and got a text message from Toru saying he had guests and asked if he could come to her place instead.

That was twenty minutes ago.

She guessed that he must be at her door.

She had fallen asleep at her desk and looked chaotic.

“Hey,” Toru greeted, “you didn’t respond to me, so… did I wake you up from a nap?” He refrained from laughing but found her pouty lips adorable. She must be the type of girl that should not disturb while napping.

“… yes,” she muttered quietly before turning her heels, leaving the door open for him to follow.

She led him into the living room and gestured for him to sit at the coffee table. “We… we can – stu -stud-y… here.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Toru saluted and dropped his bag on the ground.

“I will… be right… ba – back.” She left him alone and returned with her materials, snacks, and beverages.

They compared their notes, and Y/n pointed out many errors in his notes.

He watched her correct his notes with her colorful pens, filling in the correct answers.

Schoolwork was a struggle for him; he only cared to do enough to pass, so most of his focus and energy was poured into volleyball. But, unfortunately, volleyball itself wasn’t enough to help him graduate, no matter how good he was at it.

He just needed to graduate; he didn’t care if it was at the top of the class.

His attention shifted over to the beautiful piano. “Do you play?”

Y/n was scribbling an answer when she looked up at him before following his gaze, “… yes….”

“Can you play for me?” She frowned at him, and he begged, “please?”

She ignored his plea and continued to correct his notes before turning it around and pushing it towards him. She looked down at it to indicate for him to look at her annotation.

“You have pretty penmanship.” His eyes scanned all his notes, “yeah… I would have failed this test if you didn’t fix this.”

She tapped his papers, “stu – dy…”

His lips curved downward before he started reading the notes. With the different colored pens and additional notes, she added, he could comprehend the contents. However, he didn’t look up when she got up and walked over to the piano.

Toru’s head snapped towards the piano when he heard it, and she gave him a silent, study or else… look that he quickly abided.

He shook his head with a smile; he liked this new side of her. His fingers continued to flip the pages, and surprisingly, he grasped the information.

A week later, Toru invited himself over every day after volleyball practice to study. By the fourth day, Y/n proved to be a good tutor for Toru; he could memorize all the European countries and their capital.

“That is… Norway… and the capital is… Oslo!”

Y/n adds a green check mark to correct on her whiteboard. She played ten seconds of a random would point to a random European country, and Toru had to guess the country and the capital.

The tip of her pen pointed to a country on the map, and Toru studied it for a second before answering, “Latvia… the capital is... Ri… RIGA.”

Y/n clapped her hands and smiled, checking a green mark on the whiteboard. “N – next…”

The morning of their exam in the European region, Y/n was surprised when he asked her to wait for him so they could walk to school together.

He didn’t need to tell her he was nervous; she could sense it.

“Huh?” he looked at her confused, holding her wired earbuds. She motioned for him to put it on, and he took it from her and slipped them in place. He watched her press play on her small MP3 player before slipping it into his pocket. Immediately, he recognized the soft piano tune Y/n would play while he studied.

Looking at her from the corner of his eyes, she focused ahead, leading them silently to school.

On their walk home after school, Toru was quiet, out of the norm that Y/n was used to.

“Do… y – you think you di – did okay?”

Toru nodded at her, saying, “I think so; I don’t want to be too confident.”

Their test results were announced the following day, and Toru was listed as one of the top 5 students with the highest score and Y/n.

They secretly glanced at one another from across the classroom, and she looked away, smiling.

She was proud of him.

Y/n smiles at the little boy beside Toru.

“Y/n, this is Takeru, my nephew. Unfortunately, he’s got to tag along.” Toru explained, “Takeru, this is Y/n.”

The little boy resembling his uncle, raised a brow at Y/n, “are you his girlfriend?”

Y/n quickly waved her hands, shaking her head no.

“Don’t be rude.” Toru slapped the back of his head, “remember, you’re going to do your homework and behave while Y/n and I study.”

True to his words, Takeru behaved at the other end of the coffee table while Y/n and Toru studied the next region of countries and capitals.

Again, Y/n had to review Toru’s notes, correcting his answers.

“Argh, this is so hard….” Toru complained.

“You’re such a baby,” Takeru mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile. She tapped her pen on the table to get Toru’s attention and motioned him to get up. She returned his notes to him and muttered, “… study.”

He sighed and looked at her pleadingly, “can you play the piano for me? Maybe a different tune this time so I can use it to remember these countries and capital that helped me with the last exam.”

Y/n nodded, heading to the piano.

Toru’s fist shot in the air as he scored top 5 students with the highest score for the latest exam.

“Are you cheating?” Iwaizumi glared at him suspiciously. “You’re usually top 5 with the lowest score.”

Toru shot him a glare, “how rude, Iwa-chan.”

“Oikawa has been getting help from Stuttering Y/n.” Matsukawa snickers, “maybe I need to get help from her too.” He received a glare from Toru, silently saying back off. “How is it going with the bet?”

“What bet?” Iwa asked, looking at Toru.

“Nothing,” he muttered, “it’s time for practice; let’s go.”

Y/n’s head tilted, seeing Takeru at her door without his uncle. “H – hi?”

“Can I hang out with you until my uncle comes home?”

Opening the door wider, Y/n gestured for him to come in. “A – are you… hun – gry?”

Takeru turned to look at her and nodded, “yes.”

“Do – do you – your uncle know you… are he – here?”

His expression told her no.

Grabbing her phone, she texted Toru informing him his nephew was at her house.

“Wha – what do you like to… eat?”

Takeru smiled, “anything.”

Toru runs all the way home, past his resident, and straight to Y/n’s.

He rings the doorbell multiple times before the door opens. “Takeru,” he growled. “You were supposed to stay home…” He stares at Takeru, sitting where he usually sits when he studies with Y/n, does homework, and watches a show.

If there’s one thing he had in common with Takeru besides volleyball, it is avoiding school work.

But the boy was doing his homework with Y/n.

“He didn’t fight you, did he?”

Y/n frowned, “… no?”

Toru gawk, “he did his homework without putting up a fight?”

Takeru glared at his uncle, “unlike you, Y/n promised we could watch TV if I promised to study; she called it multitasking.”

Y/n successfully helped Toru pass the world geography exam, sectioned off by regions.

Toru can’t remember when he was proud of his test scores. He glances over at Y/n, and she’s busy as usual, annotating her notes.

It was always a given that Y/n would score the highest in the class, but due to her speech-impair, she refused to be the class president.

“As usual, Y/n ranked 1st for the highest score on this exam,” Kaiya, the Class President, spoke with slight annoyance in her tone. She was ranked 4th. “But we have a new student who scored exceptionally high, Oikawa-kun!” She ushered Toru to stand for the class to give him a round of applause. “Good job on your hard work, Oikawa-kun!”

Toru waved his hand, thanking his class, and he looked over at Y/n, who gave him a small smile, clapping her hands. He smiled and nodded his head towards her, a silent thank YOU.

Toru sat in her living room, where he usually sat when they studied, setting the volleyball while Y/n was examining her new music piece at her piano. “You know,” he piped, catching his volleyball and looking at her. He waited until Y/n to cast her eyes at him, “the one thing we have in common is that we’re both good with our hands.”

Her brow raised, and Toru mentally slapped himself at how wrong that could be interpreted.

“Fingers,” he corrected, hoping her mind didn’t go down the gutters like his. “You’re good at the piano, and I’m good with…” balls, he almost said. “Setting the volleyball to my teammates. Both our fingers require good coordination, right?”

Y/n’s chin tilted as if she was evaluating his theory and then nodded, focusing on her music sheet.

Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure why Toru was over now that the exam was over. She didn’t question when he came to her door and invited himself in. She didn’t have the heart to ask him why he was over.

Her focus was distracted when she flinched, realizing how close he was to her. He was practically hovering over her. “How do you read this?”

The same way you read your teammates on the court, Y/n answered in her head.

“Can you teach me how to play the piano too? Nothing too hard yet?”

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes before sighing and scooting over on the bench to allow him to sit.

“See…” Toru complemented, setting the ball back in her direction, “you’re a pro at this!”

Y/n was a bit stiff, but after a few tosses, she got the hang of it and set the ball back and forth with Toru. She was able to catch on quickly, mimicking his movements.

Toru was surprised at how fast she picked up on it. “You’re actually… really good at this.”

By instinct, Toru took the opportunity to smack the ball at one of her pretty tosses, and as soon as his palm contacted the ball, his eyes widened, realizing what he just did. But to his surprise, though, Y/n stepped back, and her hands came together to receive and return the ball.

Toru wiped his face for the nth time. His stupid tears keep falling. His mind is still processing the loss to Karasuno High School, their last chance, and he hopes to make it to nationals.

He parted from Iwa and walked home alone, where his mind was attacking him from every direction.

If only he had more control to receive or return Hinata’s hit…

If only he had positioned himself a few centimeters to the right and had better posture…

If only he weren’t a failure that let his team down…

“Toru…”

Looking up, Toru stopped seeing Y/n standing at his residence’s gates. He had seen her earlier during the game but had forgotten she was there after the loss. He was happy to see her sitting in the crowd.

“Hey,” his voice croaked, unable to look at Y/n in the eye. Afraid that he might break down.

Y/n took a step towards him, her eyes solely focused on his.

Her shoes were in his sight, and he finally looked at her.

She wasn’t looking at him with pity like others did; she looked at him with soft eyes that eased his heart.

She lifted her arms, silently inviting him for a hug, and Toru choked and stepped forward to throw his arms around her, crushing her to him.

. .

[Present day]

Y/n is woken up by a bright light and flinches, blinking a few times before remembering that she is stuck in the elevator with Toru and Mateo.

After some time, the three made themselves as comfortable as they waited to be rescued. She remembered resting her eyes, sitting silently with Toru, and must have fallen asleep at one point. The baby was still profoundly sleeping in her arms, nestled against her chest.

Toru looked at her, and then his son was about to speak when the elevator began moving immediately, and the doors slid open on the next floor, revealing a crew of firefighters.

They hurried to get the three out and conduct an evaluation before releasing them.

For safety protocol, Toru and Y/n walked the two remaining flights up to their floor. Y/n continued to carry Mateo, who was awake now and dazed, while Toru carried his stroller.

They stood in the lobby of their floor in awkward silence before she handed Mateo back to his father, “Well, that was quite the day. I’ll see you guys.”

Toru looked disappointed but nodded, “yeah, thanks for your help today with Mateo.”

Y/n reaches and gently pinches Mateo’s cheek and coos, “bye, Mateo.” He blinks at her, still dazed after a long nap. She waved her hand at him before turning her heels to her unit.

She closed the door behind her shut and stood against it.

It had been quite a while since she last dreamed about their high school days.

“I gotta go.” Y/n grabs her jacket, “I’ll see you guys next time.”

She called it a night early with some other pianists as they meet up occasionally to socialize. They were all socially awkward and found comfort and support in each other in public without the only thing they had in common, the piano.

They were great friends she had made through the years.

Shiwoo, a pianist visiting from South Korea, nagged, “already? It’s only almost 8 pm?”

Y/n fixed the collar of her jacket, “I know; I have something I need to do.” She grabbed her wallet and phone, “don’t get too drunk.” She escaped before more questions could be asked.

She returned to her apartment and caught the elevator before it could close. Looking at her watch, Y/n sighed as the elevator took her to her floor much slower.

She bolted out of the elevator and quickly pressed the buttons on her door to get inside. Her jacket was already thrown on her couch as she headed straight to the piano.

She already heard the faint whimpering from the other side of the wall.

Sorry, Mateo, I’m here!

She was a little later tonight than usual, but her fingers immediately began pressing the keys. She was starting to run out of pieces to play with and would need to pull out her old practice books from the shelves.

Y/n released the breath she was holding and paused after the fourth piece. She frowned when the whimpers earlier were now a full-blown weep.

“Is something wrong?” She whispered to herself; he usually would be asleep or calm by now.

He sounded upset, and suddenly, his cries were silent.

Y/n shot up from her bench and pressed her ear to the wall; she couldn’t hear Mateo.

She recoiled when her doorbell rang, and she hurried towards the door.

Opening the door immediately, Toru steps into her sight with Mateo wailing in his arms, tears streaking down his chubby cheeks. “Y/n…”

She reached out and gently grabbed the upset baby and rocked him against her chest, “shh, it’s okay, Mateo…” the poor baby heaved against her chest, clearly out of breath.

She motioned for Toru to step inside and closed the door behind him. “What happened?” she whispered, comforting the baby and leading them to her living room.

Toru rubbed his face, depleted. She could see the dark circles around his eyes and the 5 o’clock shadow stubs around his jaw. “He’s running a fever and not taking the bottle….”

Y/n pressed her cheek to the baby’s head, feeling the abnormal body heat. “Let’s give him a bath; that should help cool him down.”

Toru immediately led them to his place and started a bath while Y/n undressed the baby; he was calm now but exhausted.

She wiped him with a bath cloth as he tiredly kicked his legs in the water. She looked up at Toru, “do you want to make him a bottle and see if he’ll take it?”

Toru returned shortly with a bottle, kneeling beside her and nudging the bottle to his lips before he latched on and suckled hungrily. He sighed in relief. “Thank goodness… Thank you, Y/n…” his voice cracked, and he leaned his head on Y/n’s shoulder. “Thank goodness for you.”

Toru woke up in his bed and immediately reached over to feel for Mateo and felt an empty spot. He sat up quickly and covered his eyes from the sun shining brightly into his room. He then remembered the long night and went to Y/n for help desperately.

“Ah!” Y/n had ordered him to rest, pointing out that he couldn’t care for Mateo if he wasn’t feeling well. She offered to handle Mateo while he slept.

He bolted out of his room, feeling recharged. His feet freeze when he sees Y/n and Mateo sleeping soundlessly on the couch.

. . .

E/n: If you've read Surge Towards You (manhwa) - baby Yiho is exactly how I picture Mateo.

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How would Embry react if his imprint told him she was pregnant?

A cutesy little blurb, it's unedited if I'm gonna be honest lol

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“There's no way”.

You were freaking out.

There was a second line, there was not supposed to be a second line.

Embry and you have always been careful.

Except for the time after you worked a double, or when Embry had gotten off a twelve-hour patrol and there was the time in Emily’s guest bathroom during game night.

But you never thought those moments would have led to this one.

Kids were something that the two of you always danced around. Being young adults you didn't really want to spend your time raising kids.

Your twenties were for having fun and staying up at night. Waking up whenever you felt like it and getting to be spontaneous.

Your thirties were when you were planning on raising your children, even getting pregnant in your late twenties would have been expected.

But you were twenty and Embry was only twenty-one.

The two of you still felt like kids yourself, the task of raising one of your own made your head spin.

Once tears began clouding your version you shot off from the edge of the bathtub and tossed the test into your drawer.

Embry was going to be home any minute and you were going to let him catch you like this.

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You had been avoiding him. For over a week.

Sleeping at friends' houses and coming back when he was on patrol. You knew that once the two of you ended up in a room together he would figure it out.

He would smell the change, or depending on how far along you were, hear the heartbeat.

And you weren't ready for it.

It's not that you were scared of how Embry was going to react. He loved you and you knew it. Plus he was rational, there was no reason for him to get mad at you when it takes both parties to make a baby.

Emily, who had been helping you sneak back into the apartment since Sam would let her know who was on patrol, had texted you fifteen minutes ago that Embry should be gone for the next six hours.

Laying on the couch the ceiling was entertaining your eyes since your brain was too preoccupied to do anything else. Your eyes began to feel heavy as the exhaustion of dodging your boyfriend was catching up to you.

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A soft hum was the first thing you heard as you groggily opened your eyes. The open curtains allowed you to see that it was now dark outside. The hum got louder as you tried to rub away the sleep still left in your eyes.

Once you were able to knuckle the sleep away the sight of your disorganized living room came into view, but not for long since your eyeliner was quickly filled with your boyfriend's worried face.

“Look what the cat dragged in '', he was clearly pissed off, but you couldn't even argue that he had no reason to be.

Being avoided for a week tends to do that to someone.

The awkward silence had you internally cringing. It was not supposed to be like this with the both of you. Ever since Embry had imprinted he had vowed to be there for you and to never let anything stand in the way of you and him.

But now there was something in the way of your relationship. The monster of fear was consuming you and clouding your judgment.

“Y/N you need to talk. I'm not going to put up with this for much longer. I love you but come on this is ridiculous. I haven't heard more than five words from you”.

He was crouching in front of you now, staring at you. He didn't look mad anymore, worry had replaced the anger.

This was hell on earth for you.

You don't want to crush him.

“I don't want you to be mad Em, this isn't something small”, the tears were flowing now. You tried your best to keep them at bay, but you weren't able to choke them down.

“Bub I’m sure it's not that bad. You can tell me anything”, his hands snake upwards to grasp onto your forearms. His thumbs rubbed comforting circles.

“I'm pregnant Embry”.

He paused.

The world was moving in slow motion and he paused.

That was the confirmation that you needed. The confirmation that you had been dreading.

As quick as you could, you stood up hell-bent on getting out of the apartment as fast as you could. But Embry was quicker, jumping in front of you, stopping you from leaving.

“Woah, woah calm down Y/N. You can't just leave after you drop a bomb like that”.

“Embry I’m not going to stay here so you can be mad at me”, you sobbed.

“Mad? What said anything about me being mad”.

“The look on your face Embry. That said everything, you didn't have to say anything”.

This time his face contorted to shock, and then he stared at you for a moment. The silence was back, until…he laughed.

“What the hell Embry”, you yanked yourself out of his grasp.

“I'm sorry I just, bub I’m sorry you thinking I would be mad is kinda funny”, he was laughing harder. “Bub I promise I’m not mad”.

“You're not?”.

“No. Bub kids were always on the table with us. We were always gonna be parents, just now, just sooner than we thought”.

Your arms found their way around his neck as your bodies melted together. He held you close, rocking you slightly, soothing you as your sobs turned into hiccups. As the night went on, Embry told you everything he was excited about in the coming months, explaining all his ideas for names and how he wanted Sam to help him build a crib from scratch.

Embry was going to be the best day, you were sure of it.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #x reader #fem reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #twilight x reader

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berryzxx · 5 months

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could you do some Grayson Hawthorne as a kid hcs 🤭 (when you have time ofc lovely x)

(so i found this idea super cute and might have done it earlier than i was planning. Hope u like it xx)- these also vary in age so some go from teenage years to 4-5

Grayson Hawthorne Headcanons- when he was younger

He took ages to sleep. Playing chess games with himself, trying to draw the world map by memory literally did anything to fall asleep faster

Sometimes when he had nightmares he would just lay in bed knowing that Jameson would come to his room first. Once he did they would talk about things (never about their nightmares) but just in general. Once he knew Jameson was asleep he would finally sleep as well

Always took care of Xander even if it meant being the uptight brother

Wanted his mothers attention so would draw her cute cards and gave her flowers that he had dug up from the gardens

When he was bored, if his grandfather was at home he would follow him around sometimes discretely to see what he did and how he acted (he wanted tips on what to do once he got the fortune)

Being super young, Grayson sometimes wondered down corridors, just so he could get lost and then maybe he would get a little attention and someone would come find him

Instead he just found his way back to his room because obvs he's extremely smart

He also made up a lot of games for him, Xander and Jameson to play when they were younger

Always asked Nash for advice before doing anything because he didn't want to do it wrong

Never or barely cried in front of everyone because he didn't want to be seen as weak

He was a quiet child in class but always put his hand up to give the answer

Liked it when Jameson joined his school because Jameson was able to make friends in a heartbeat with literally everyone

Didn't trust his friends completely but he did enjoy spending time with them

His favourite extra curricular was Photography which he had joined because he had wanted to create memories that lasted forever

He is naturally good at drawing/art.

When he was small and the boys had a maid he would tell her "Please could you style my hair so it looks neat?" Cared about his presentation when he was like 6 years old

Also was always so so polite. His teachers always complimented his manners in parent meetings

Great at sports especially cricket but he's not really a fan of how long the game is

Whenever he wanted something he would whisper it at first "Could I please have the crayon?" He had to repeat himself like twice before the other children could hear him

Wasn't necessarily a shy child but he was quiet compared to Jamie

Jamie and Gray always get compared by teachers "You sure he's your brother? He's the complete opposite"

Anytime any child made eye contact with him he would give them the sweetest smile his dimples showing.

He didn't have very close friends but everyone in the class liked him so he was voted for class president quite a few times

His uniform was always so clean like there would not be a spot of dirt on his clothes. He was a clean child.

Unlike Xander who always had paint splotches down his shirt

When Xander was super young like 4 years old, all 3 of them would go to Nash's room and make him read a bed time story on Saturday nights

Slowly this tradition changed to Grayson also getting a part in reading. Xander and Jamie would fall asleep and so whenever it was Jameson's turn to read he had fallen asleep

Nash would ask if he wanted to sleep here as well but because Grayson likes to be independent he would leave to his own room- half an hour later he would creep into Nash's room and sleep next to Xander

Also still liked spending time by himself. Finding a comfy corner in the library to read his favourite book to escape for a bit- he would usually find Jamie here as well seen as though he loves reading

When he was quite young he insisted on having an opticians appointment because he thought people with glasses were smarter. Of course he turned out to have 20-20 vision.

He is the most hot fucking person in the whole of Hawthorne house (had to add this because i couldn't leave it at 29😭)

(and yes i am getting to my other grayson requests soon everyone! xx)

#grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #jameson #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne headcanons #the grandest game #grayson headcanons #grayson x reader

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Love Potion | Jungkook oneshot pt2

Pairing: Witch villager Jungkook x Queen Y/n

Summary: You didn't actually fell for him. He's a witch and it's just a love potion.

First part.

You're sitting on the couch while looking at the window. Closing your eyes as you let out a heavy sigh.

As soon as you close your eyes his image immediately appears in your mind. Damn he's totally driving you insane.

The knock on the door was heard by you catching your attention, opening your eyes as you walk towards the door, opening it and let the man entered.

"What brings you here Namjoon" you asked as you watches the man made himself comfortable on the couch, walking towards him and stood up Infront of him, you cross your hands on your chest while waiting for him to speak.

"I think you've already heard the news about yours and prince Yoongi's engagement right?" The older asked leaving you sighing.

"Do I really need to marry someone like him? I can rule my kingdom on my own." You sat next to him while rubbing your forehead.

"You're woman, no matter how strong and intelligent you are, in people's perspective mans are stronger princess." You sigh after hearing your cousin's words he's right the world is unfair for the equality of man and woman.

"I don't know Namjoon, but one thing for sure. I need time to think about it." You said while looking at the window thinking when will you be able to see him again.

It's been a month since you left the palace and everything changes, you wanted to see the world but you couldn't. You're locked up here for the rest of your life and you don't know when will you ever see him again.

You took a deep breath. You close your eyes trying to fight with your inner self. You wanted to see him but it's forbidden but what's the point of being the next queen and the crown princess if they would just order you around. You have the power to order them but they don't have the power to order you around so you're using your power of your position right now. No one can stop you.

"Namjoon, I need you to cover me up" you said while the man looked at you in confused.

The man was getting ready to go to bed when someone knocked on his door. It's unusual as he lives far from the other villagers so who could it be?.

As he made his way to the door and open it his eye widened when the person Infront of his door kissed him.

You dropped your lamp and wrapped your arms around his neck. Deeping the kiss while waiting for him to kiss you back.

Soon after the man replayed to the kiss while pulling you more closer. You pushed him inside without breaking the kiss and close the door behind you using your feet.

You both pulled away. Staring at each other's eyes as the man though he would never see you again, the news of you and yoongi is already spreading all over the kingdom.

He heard the news when he went to the market to buy food and at that moment he was sure that the first time you meet will also be the last time but now you're in his arms again, wrapped your hands around his neck and didn't dare to let go.

"I missed you" you spoke while looking right in his eyes.

"Y-your highness you shouldn't be here" your expression changes, the smile on your lips fell off hearing his responsed.

"You didn't missed me?" You asked while taking step forward.

"Of course I did it's just that-." You didn't let him finish as you pulled him into a deep passionate kiss again and with no time he immediately respond.

Soon both of you and Jungkook are laying on the bed kîssing each other and didn't dare to let go of one another.

Pulling away as you lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and begin to listen to his heartbeat, it so calm and you love it.

Right now all you wanted was to be with this man. Listen to his heartbeat while he's embracing you in his arms.

"I just love this feeling" you looked up only to see him already looking at you. Sitting up on the bed and looked at him, you gave him a peak on his lips and caresses his burned cheek.

Sitting on his lap as you made his both arms wrapped around your waist. Kissing every part of his burned face and pulled away.

"Aren't you feeling disgusted?" The man asked. You look at him in confused, why would you feel disgust? It part of him and as much as I love him I also need to love every part of him.

"If you can't embrace your flaws then I'll do it for you. I love you and when I said I love you that means I love every part of you." Caressing his burned cheek and kissed it again, you pulled away as you smiled. The man did the same.

He never expected this to happen in his life, having someone like this girl in his life is one of the biggest achievement in his life as a normal villager.

"Come with me to the palace. Marry me, I wanna be yours" You said making him shocked.

As expected, everyone is against your engagement with Jungkook. They wanted to beheaded him.

The people outside are protesting, calling him witch and different name. They said it's a black magic, a love potion that made you fall for him but it wasn't.

You love him, with or without magic you love him and no one can change your mind. Everyone is against your engagement even your relatives and the council.

Right now you're standing Infront of the oldest, the council as they are discussing about your announcement of your engagement with a villager, not just a simple villager but the man who they called monster.

You had enough of it, You shouted as they all looked at you. Staring at them in burning eyes, they got startled and terrified, they have never saw you mad and they're not wishing to.

"If you don't wanna agree then find your new queen cause I'll never agree to be one if he isn't my king. Now if someone object then I'll wanted to be bèheaded, no one can tell me what to do, I'll marry him that's an order and if you don't agree then be ready to see the death chasing after you within a minute."

You strom off the room and headed to another room where you saw your man looking at the window.

He was staring at the people who wanted him to bèheaded. Wrapping your arms around his waist as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"This isn't a good idea, I shouldn't have come here. No one will go on our side it's a terrible idea that we came here wanting to get married when he already knew everyone is against it." The man said while turning around and look at you.

You grabbed his hand tightly, hoping that he would give up on you, you never wanted him to give up on you, you love him and all you wish is for him to stay by your side.

"Don't say that, you sounded like you regret meeting me" The man caress your cheek as you both connected your forehead together.

Pulling his hand as you went to the balcony, everyone stoped shouting once they saw their queen standing Infront of them with the man they hated.

"Listen up!!, Everyone who will go against my wedding with this man named Jeon Jungkook will face a consequence and that consequence is to be bèheaded not only that person but also every part of his family!!. I'm challenging you all!! Try to lay a finger on my man and all of you will disappeared till it's only us who will be left breathing!!." You shouted as the crowd was pin in silence.

They are terrified, they know the power that you hold that they didn't even dare to speak a word you wouldn't like if they wanted to live a long life.

As the silent satisfied you, you pull him inside and kissed him. He was amazed by how much you you actually did everything just to keep him with you.

Now he's sure that the black herbs works perfectly.

The man left as he went inside the bathroom leaving you alone. As soon as he was inside the bathroom, he stared at the mirror as a bright smirk appeared on his lips.

as a bright smirk appeared on his lips.

The burned on his face disappear. It's true that it was a love potion he used on you, and it's true that he's a witch.

He actually made you fall under his magic. He saw how your future will be as he uses his magic to know what will happened in the present.

After finding out you're meant to be with his twin brother Jungguk who has a burned face, he immediately kîlled him and replace his identity with his.

He also tricked the destiny. He's living his twin brother's life just so he can have you. He was so stunned with your beautiful that he could do anything just to keep you with him even tho that means he needs to end his beloved brother just to have you.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkookff #yandere jungkook #btssmut #bts jungguk #smut #imagine #fanfic #dark bts #dark writing #yandere #bts yandere

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cozage · 6 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 16: Let's Talk Strategy

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.6k

“Do I have to keep these on?” You shook your shackles in front of Marco’s face as you laid on the examination table.

“Considering you knocked out the last person in charge of you with nothing but your fist and your sea prism bracelet? Yes. You do.”

You groaned in despair, dramatically flopping your arms back down onto the table. “What if my lack of energy harms the baby?”

“That’s why you have checkups every day,” Marco said. “Now lay still.”

You groaned again, but did as you were told. Perhaps if you did everything without complaining too much, they might take your shackles off before you got to Marineford. And then they wouldn’t be able to stop your decisions.

Marco placed his stethoscope on your stomach, and you sucked in a deep breath at the contact of the cold metal against you. Being affected by temperature was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. But you didn’t complain.

A smile widened across his lips after a moment, and he looked at you with excitement. “Do you want to hear it?”

You frowned, unsure of what he meant. “Hear what?”

“The heartbeat.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to answer that. In your mind, this baby only existed when you and Ace were together. He wasn’t here to witness it, and it felt cruel doing this without him.

“Listen,” Marco advised, holding the stethoscope up to you.

You took it from him hesitantly, but you listened. A soft whooshing filled your ears, strong and steady.

“It’s fast,” you whispered. “Is it okay? Did I do-“

“It’s normal,” Marco reassured you. “Their heartbeats are faster while they’re developing. But everything looks and sounds completely normal.”

“A healthy baby,” you said, placing your hand protectively over your stomach.

“A healthy baby,” Marco confirmed, a smile on his face.

The two of you walked to the commanders and strategists meeting. You sat alone at the division two seats, trying not to think about how there were two empty commander seats now.

Everyone eyed your sea prism shackles, but nobody said anything about them. You were thankful for that, even if it did leave an awkwardness hanging in the air.

“Has every subordinate captain been notified?” Your father asked, looking around the table.

“We all told everyone the same thing. Meet outside of Marineford and we’ll storm in together.”

“Good,” your father said. “Then we can all ride in together.”

“That won’t work,” you said. “They’ll see us coming a mile away.”

“There’s nothing else we can do,” Elmy said. “We just have to hope the wind is in our favor.”

“No,” you said, your mind racing to think of another solution. “Aokiji will freeze the sea before we even make it there. And Akainu will burn down our flags. Instead of saving him, we’ll have a front row seat to his execution. We can’t-“

You couldn’t keep talking in fear of your voice giving your emotion away.

“We can do the bubble trick,” you said, changing the subject. “How we get down to Fishman Island, but head for Marineford instead.”

“That won’t work,” Elmy shot back. “We don’t know anyone skilled enough to do all of our boats in a week's time.”

Your eyes shot to your father. “I know someone,” you said. “He can do it. Please. Let me ask him.”

His eyes flashed pure anger. “I thought I told you-“

“I’ll take Marco!” You cried. “Please. We’re close to Sabaody. Me and Ace talked to him the last time we went through. He’s a genius. Please, dad-“

“No,” he hissed, glaring at you. If you hadn’t been in your current state, you probably would’ve gotten another dose of his haki treatment.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the meeting. There was no point in strategizing what would happen after you arrived in Marineford. If you rode into battle in the way they were proposing, everyone would die before their feet touched land.

There had to be another way. A way to convince your father to let you go. But you would worry about that later.

You swore you could still hear the soft, fast heartbeat of your child, fighting and growing with every passing hour. The baby was so tiny, and yet you were halfway through your pregnancy. How on earth could something that small grow to be the size of a baby in four and a half months? It simply didn’t seem possible.

And yet, it was happening. A new person was growing inside of you. You had to believe it contained only the best parts of you and Ace. Hopefully more of Ace’s traits than yours. His kindness, his love, his willingness to sacrifice…

“Y/N,” Marco prompted, tapping your shoulder lightly. “Let’s go get dinner. You need to eat.”

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that the meeting had ended.

You were about to argue and say that you weren’t hungry, but you decided not to. You rose without a word and followed him to the mess hall, painfully aware of your father’s eyes on your back.

“Did that baby take all the spunk out of you?” Marco mumbled the question in your ear so nobody else could hear as you walked into the mess hall.

“I’m thinking.” You waved him away from your ear and picked up a tray.

“You should probably double up on fruits and vegetables,” Marco said. “And cut out the fish.”

You did as you were told. Your father had told you not to argue, so you wouldn’t argue. Maybe if you listened, then so would he.

You sat down across from Marco at an empty table, your mind still running through possibilities.

“Hello?? Earth to Y/N?” Marco was waving his hand in front of your face, snapping you back to the present.

“Oh.” You blinked a few times and realized your tray was still full. He must’ve thought you were trying to get out of eating. “Sorry.”

You shoveled some food into your mouth to appease Marco. You knew it was the same ingredients and recipes as always, but it tasted off. Thatch hadn’t had part in the process, and you could taste that, somehow.

“You need to snap out of it,” Marco scolded. “We’re only going to be able to do this if you are at your very best. We can’t lose our best strategist now, okay?”

“There’s no strategy that can get us past the Vice Admirals,” you said, eating another bite of tasteless food. “Not if we’re sailing in that obvious.”

“How well do you know this coating mechanic?” Marco asked, biting his lip.

You shrugged, trying to think of a cross between truth and lie. “I know his name and I know his work ability.”

“You’re sure he can do it?” Marco asked.

You nodded. “If I ask nicely enough.”

Marco sighed, shaking his head. “Let me see what I can do. Go get ready for bed. Any funny business and-”

“I know,” you said, finishing up your plate and standing to take your leave. You could feel your voice trembling as you spoke. “Trust me Marco, I know.”

You walked to your room and stood in front of the door, too afraid to go in. You didn’t want to know what it was like in that room without Ace.

“Is it locked?” Izou’s voice startled you, and you wiped your eyes before you turned to face him.

“No,” you whispered, and then cleared your voice before speaking again. “No, it’s not.”

“Ah,” Izou said, his eyes darting back to the door. “Is there something you would like me to grab?”

“What happened to Jinx?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“The cat?” Izou raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. “A day after you and Ace left, Marco heard some ungodly cries coming from the room, and we all kind of collectively remembered that you all had a cat. Marco’s been watching her since you guys left. They get along quite well.”

Tears poured out of your eyes. You shouldn’t have been so relieved over a stupid cat, but at least Jinx was still okay. At least there was still something left of Ace here.

“Do you need me to get anything for you?” Izou asked again, looking at you.

You shook your head. You couldn’t open that door. Not yet. Instead, you took off towards Marco’s room. He would have everything you needed to get by for now.

When you opened the door, you saw a black mound on the bed, eyes staring at you threateningly.

“Hi Jinx,” you sobbed, kneeling down next to the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you cried. You felt so guilty for returning alone.

Jinx rose from her place on the bed and approached you, and she rubbed her face against yours. It was so surprising that for a moment, you stopped crying out of shock. Jinx purred softly against you, and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe-maybe-everything would be okay.

“Alright,” Marco said, entering the room. “We have a private meeting with Pops tomorrow morning. I think-hey,” Marco realized you were on the ground, and he bent down next to you. “Are you okay?”

You started crying again at his question. There was no way to answer it.

“I’m so scared,” you sobbed softly, trying not to scare Jinx away.

“Me too, kid,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, and you could tell he was telling the truth. You could feel Marco’s fear in his grip around you. You weren’t sure if that was relieving or terrifying.

The three of you fell asleep in a strange pile, entangled together with hope and despair.

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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

07: Trouble In Mind

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 1.5k

warnings: the start of the angst, social media au, third person pov

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a/n: we are at the start of the angst. It's about damn time his lie exploded him in his face! But don't hate Lando, love makes us do stupid things

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

Never in his life he felt the way he was feeling in that moment.

He's a driver, a racing driver. He can drive a car that goes 300 km/h and leave his thoughts in the garage. He has no fear once he sits in the car.

But right now, driving a camper and knowing that the girl was laying on the bed reading a book, he feels bad. Actually bad.

He feels like someone that committed a crime. He feels his heart heavy, bleeding, being scratched. He can hear his own heartbeat, with a white loud noise in his ears.

Ever since that night when she confessed her feelings, he couldn't sleep, making his mind work and punishing him, reminding every decision he had made the previous weeks.

"You should have told her" his brain says.

He can't tell her. Not now. Never. Maybe once he leaves he can text her explaining everything. Maybe she will understand, and forgive him.

Or maybe not.

For once, he wishes he was someone else. He wishes he's Logan, the guy that came to a town in Greece, that is a beginner DJ and has the most beautiful neighbor he has ever seen, who he fell in love with.

He loves her. How can he not love her? She's the girl of his dreams. She can cook whatever he likes. She plays video games. She is so passionate about what she likes. She's interesting, mysterious. And the most important thing is that she loves him too.

No. She doesn't love Lando. She loves Logan.

"Logan? Are you okay?" she asked him, leaving the bed and walking towards him.

"My head hurts a little" he sighed shaking his head. "It's okay, I'll stop a little"

"I can drive, love" she sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing his cheek. "Just stop the camper whenever you can and we can switch"

"No, it's okay" he sighed. "You said there's a town with a beach nearby. Maybe we can spend the rest of the day there"

"Okay" she smiled, kissing his cheek again.

Every kiss she gives him burns like fire on his skin. Every hug, every tender touch, every moan feels like daggers on his heart.

And he knows damn well that he deserves every dose of pain he receives because of that.

He stopped caring about their surroundings. He held her all the time they were in public, kissing her whenever they stood in front of something amazing. He wants to enjoy every second next to her.

He stopped using his phone. He deleted every social media app had: Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok. Everything. Sometimes he texts his family to let them know that he's still alive, but nothing more.

She felt so happy. So happy around him to the point of wanting to leave this place and go wherever he goes.

She feels like a girl that finds true love for the first time. Like a teen that opens a letter of the boy she likes telling her that he feels the same way as her.

She feels joy and love, something she never felt in her life. Her family didn't love her, they made everything possible to make her life a living hell. She was forced to get married to a man she barely knew, forced to go through the experience a bride should go through when she loves a man.

She felt free, able to do whatever she wanted, live wherever she wanted, study what she loved, and love how she wanted to love.

She chose who she can trust. Who can know her past, who will have her contacts.

Lily Barton was dead. She was Lily, who was sent by the Gods to help the people of that town. And she believed that, she wanted to be someone else so bad, she wanted to erase from earth her origins.

Logan came to her life when she didn't know she needed someone.

He was a man so easy to love and so simple, yet so complicated at the same time. She learned how to love him, how to cherish him and make him feel how he deserves.

They let their carnal desires do the work and then they let their hearts talk, getting into something that seemed like summer love.

"Oh, Logan! Look at that!" she gasped, holding his hand and walking around the town they discovered.

They were traveling around the country like a couple, taking pictures of each other and doing things people in love would do. The exterior world didn't exist.

Both of them tried to ignore the feeling of a farewell. Both of them know that once they arrive at Parga, they will have to say goodbye.

And she hates feeling that way. She hates thinking that she won't sleep next to him anymore, wake up next to him or kiss him.

Does she regret falling for him? No. Not at all.

Love is beautiful, and loving him is even more beautiful.

And blind.

It was supposed to be a calm summer. He wanted to have a calm summer without problems.

He regrets lying to her. He regrets not telling him who he is. He regrets everything.

But not loving her. He doesn't regret the kisses and the laughs. He loves Lily no matter what will happen.

"Logan, really, are you okay?" she sighed, hugging him and placing her head on his chest.

It was the perfect moment to tell her. But… why can't he do that? Why is he feeling a hand choking his throat?

"I am… don't worry" he whispered, hugging her. "I don't want to arrive to Parga… I don't want to say goodbye"

"I don't want to say goodbye neither" she whispered.

She can't see his tears. She can't see his panic, how it increases every kilometer he drives closer to Parga.

What started as a perfect trip with the girl he started to love, is finishing as a nightmare, hunting him even in his sleep.

"I wish I could go with you" she sighed, drawing shapes on his chest. "To the parties you make, and listen to your music"

He didn't say anything. What parties? What music? What he does is drive a car in circles. Sure, he likes to go to parties and tries to be a DJ, but for fun.

"You would get bored" he whispered. "And you belong here, Lily… the people of Parga need you"

"Before I came here I had a different life, Logan" she frowned. "I can live wherever I want"

"Lily, no" he sighed. "You fought to come here…"

She felt how something changed in him. He was distant, trying to avoid talking about him. And it hurt her.

She trusted him, she told him everything about her. He did too, but when she asked about his family or about his job, he always changed subjects.

Love is blind. And she was so in love with Logan.

The day they arrived to Parga, they didn't notice the people looking at them when they drove down the streets towards their apartments. They didn't notice the people talking, gossiping.

The rumors spread quickly: the driver and their girl, both of them together.

None of them saw that coming. No one imagined that the mysterious girl would fall in love with the foreigner.

"Is it me or everyone is looking at us?" Lily asked him, taking their things out of the camper.

"Let it be, Lily" he sighed. "I'm sure they were asking where have you been"

"Yeah… maybe"

She walked inside the camper to grab their backpacks and their phones. Lily noticed his phone was burning, it had a lot of notifications on it, but she decided to ignore it.

"Can you undo my backpack? I urgently need to take a shower" she sighed when they walked inside her apartment.

"Of course, don't worry" he smiled, kissing her cheek and taking the bags to her bedroom.

She was relaxed, humming softly a song that was stuck in her mind. She was happy to be back, but at the same time she was sad. Logan has to leave in a few days.

Meanwhile, after he placed her things in her room, he sat on the bed looking at his phone.

He's in trouble. People saw them together. He let the guard down and stopped looking around to check if someone recognized him. And now because of that there are a lot of pictures of him kissing and hugging her.

"What can I do?" he sighed, talking with Carlos, leaving the call on speaker while he folded her clothes. "I'm so screwed, dude. I don't know how to fix this"

"I told you from the very first minute that you had to tell her the truth" he sighed. "This was a balloon and it's going to explode soon"

"It won't" he frowned. "I can't let her know!"

"Then what? Are you going to run away and not show up again? Are you that cruel? I never imagined you could do something like this" the Spanish man sighed. "I'm so disappointed with you, man…"

"I… I just…" Lando mumbled, sitting on the bed and feeling how he was drowning.

"I know, you love her" he sighed. "But you deserve whatever happens. In that way you'll learn the lesson"

"And how? How should I tell Lily? How should I tell her that I'm not who she thinks I am?" Lando asked, hopeless.

"Tell me what?"

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plus-size-reader · 2 years

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Spidey Sense

Fics of Fall 2022

Peter Parker x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2355 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Carving a Jack-o'-lantern with Peter for the first time, which doesn’t exactly go as planned.

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Peter felt it before he heard you.

Pain.

It was dull and faded as quickly as it came but it was there, a slight tingle under his skin, which could only really mean one thing.

It was you.

His spidey sense only really got like this when you needed help. It felt different, more intense somehow.

So, before he’d even had a chance to realize what was going on or to put any thought at all into what it could have been, Peter shot up, turning to find that the space normally occupied by you in his bed was empty.

Which, coupled with the panic pricking at the corners of all of his senses, was more than enough to worry him.

Under any normal circumstances, it might not have been that big of a deal. There were plenty of innocent explanations for something like that, but the two of you didn’t exactly live under normal circumstances.

You lived in a world where nothing was certain, and nothing was safe.

So, as soon as he heard that crashing and clamoring coming from the kitchen once again, he was off. It didn’t matter what was going on or where you were, he wasn’t going to rest until he figured it out.

He couldn’t help it.

Peter was already a bit touchy where you were concerned, but this morning, his mind was racing, cooking up several haunting scenarios that all ended in you being maimed and murdered.

His steps were careful and quiet as he rounded the corner from his bedroom until he found you in the kitchen, his focus set on the sound of your heartbeat as he tried to plan his next move.

Your breath was even, all things considered, but your pulse was quicker than he would have liked.

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled curse from you that he dropped his guard and emerged from his hiding place, finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Y/N?” he called, pretty confident now that you were alone. If someone else were here, he would have been able to hear them or sense them in some capacity by this point.

Because sometimes superpowers were awesome.

Not that your being alone in any way explained what you were doing this early in the morning, or why you were bleeding.

The answer to which wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting, on either count.

You sighed at the sound of his voice, disappointed in yourself for waking him up. You had been trying to get this done before the sun came up, as a surprise, but obviously, it wasn’t going to work now.

Stupid pumpkin.

“I’m here”

Peter could hear how defeated you sounded from where he was, but it wasn’t until he switched on the overhead light that he understood why.

You were sitting there, in the center of the kitchen floor, with a pumpkin resting between your thighs.

For some reason.

He didn’t even bother to keep the laughter that bubbled up in his throat at bay because it was so ridiculous.

You had to be kidding.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, taking in the sight in front of him with a mild, albeit sleepy, gleam in his eyes.

He had just woken up, after all.

“I wanted to carve this stupid pumpkin for you, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” you explained, gesturing to the large orange pumpkin which was laying in a lake of its own guts and seeds.

It always seemed so easy, but now that you were attempting the seasonal craft for yourself, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was impossible.

“And, what happened there?” Peter wondered, recalling the initial reason for his waking when he noticed a thin line of crimson red blood, actively dripping down from your palm onto your wrist.

It instantly set those same alarms off in his head as the man you loved crossed the room to inspect the wound, more for himself than anything.

He had to make sure you were okay before even acknowledging the rest of it.

“I slipped and cut myself” you shrugged, letting him paw at you as he saw fit until he was content that you would be okay.

The cut didn’t look too deep, or dangerous in any way, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

He was sure it hurt.

There was silence between you for a moment as Peter busied himself cleaning up the cut as best he could with the corner of his tee shirt, which would surely be ruined after this point.

Not that he even seemed to mind.

“How did you manage to cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” he wondered, what felt like forever, that familiar embarrassment returning to you all at once.

This was what you got for dating an Avenger.

“I slipped,” you repeated, turning the gourd in your lap until he could see the face you’d begun to carve into it.

So far, you had managed to get one triangular eye mapped out, along with a small square nose, which was initially supposed to be another triangular.

You’d had to improve after narrowly cutting the tip of your pointer finger off.

“This whole thing’s a bit more technical than I thought”

Peter laughed at that, this time letting himself get caught up in just how much he loved you. Of all the things that could have woken him up today, this was probably one of the most endearing.

…and random.

“Don’t laugh. I just wanted to be festive” you pouted, finally setting the knife down in defeat. Whatever it was you created this morning, it certainly didn’t look like any jack-o-lantern you’d ever seen.

Still, Peter didn’t make fun of you.

The end result of your effort was hilarious, but the care you’d put into it was real and it was obvious this mattered to you, so he wanted to help.

“I’m not laughing at you” Spiderman assured, that same gentle grin permanently affixed to his face that completely contradicted his point.

He couldn’t help it.

You were just so cute.

“Forget it. We don’t need a pumpkin anyway” you sighed again, a real frustration taking over now. You had really put everything you had into this, and having it go south so quickly had really put a damper on your mood.

Thankfully, Peter wasn’t quite as easily discouraged as you were when it came to these things, mostly because he didn’t get to be.

He had to be Spiderman, and that had changed quite a bit about him in everyday life too.

This wasn’t life or death for him like some of the things in his life were, and he didn’t have to put pressure on himself for it to be perfect.

“I’ll tell you what…why don’t we get some breakfast, and get that cleaned up?” he suggested, vaguely gesturing to your hand until you gave it over so he could press a kiss to your knuckles.

Then, before you could argue further, he hummed, filling the silence just enough to let you know he wasn’t finished.

He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t just going to accept that.

“After that, we can figure this out together”

After breakfast had been eaten and Peter had actually gotten a chance to wake up, you two finally sat down with pumpkins in mind.

You were going to do this.

Even if it took all day.

“So, have you ever done this?” you questioned, sitting down with your partially mutilated pumpkin and a clean kitchen knife, along with a purple patterned bandage, courtesy of the man you loved.

The last thing he wanted was for you to cut yourself again, especially not for a seasonal craft.

Peter grinned, thinking about all the Halloweens he’d celebrated thus far, and all the happy memories he had.

Memories that had never included carving a jack-o-lantern like this one, “Like this? No, but how hard can it be?”

“I don’t know, but usually when you ask that something bad happens” you shrugged, doing some recalling of your own, back to all the times you were talking about.

Your boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes as he thought it over. You had a point this time, but this time, it wasn’t that serious. All the damage that could have been done already had been.

“I’m pretty sure we can handle this, babe” Peter assured, confident that no matter what, this wasn’t a monumental task and even if it was, you could figure it out together.

How hard could it be?

“So, what do you want to do first?”

There was silence from him for a split second as your partner twirled the pen in his hand around a few times, considering what he wanted to do with what you’d given him.

It was still a pretty blank canvas, and if anything, you’d given him more room to make something that was just a touch creepy.

It was going to be so cool.

“I think you take this marker and draw a face on him, so we don’t just stab without any direction” he allowed, unscrewing the cap and handing it over to you so that you could outline a comical doodle on the face of the pumpkin.

Peter had only watched Aunt May do this once or twice as a kid, but it seemed simple enough, especially considering all the things you two had done together thus far.

It should be simple, and it was.

All you had to do was do it together.

“What do you think? Like this?” you hummed, both you and Peter cocking your heads to the side just to survey your work from another angle.

It was pretty good.

Really good.

“That’s perfect, just like you” came your boyfriend’s confident reply, a gentle peck falling on the side of your face.

He loved you so damn much.

“Then, I think we just carve the inside of the shapes out” he continued, watching as you plucked the knife off the floor and set off on a mission to do just that, only for Peter to intercept you at the last second.

“I think I’ll do this part if you don’t mind”

It briefly crossed your mind to argue with this whole thing being a surprise and all, but after giving it another second thought, you realized what he must have been thinking and nodded.

There were only so many things one person could handle this early in the morning.

Besides, if he cut himself doing this like this, it would heal far quicker than it would for you.

You grinned, that same smile on your face that you hadn’t been able to push down since you came up with this idea in the first place.

It was just so seasonal and fun.

Peter was quiet as he focused, his attention mostly poised on the task at hand as he removed chunks and slivers of rind until finally, it was done.

Once he’d decided it was exactly what he wanted, the man in question showed off his craftsmanship with a wide grin to match your own.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t get why people did this.

It was fun.

In fact, Peter was sure that this was, by far, the best idea you had ever had.

You hummed in approval, you should have known his steady hands would lend themselves well to a task like this. “Just like that, I believe we carved our very own pumpkin”

“Now, all that’s left to do is find some candles and set it outside” Peter decided, immediately getting up to find where the two of you had left the candles last.

All of this was for nothing if you couldn’t put it out on display for the neighborhood.

So, that’s exactly what you did.

Ignoring the cold chill of the biting fall air, you and Peter huddled around your pumpkin on the porch, watching as the candle he’d lit within it danced under the influence of the wind.

It was perfect.

The edges were a little crooked and one of the eyes was a little smaller than the other but considering how it came to be like that, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“What do you think?” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own as he admired the work you’d done together.

It was pretty cute.

You giggled, swinging your hands between you, “I think that I have the greatest boyfriend there’s ever been”

“So, I’m curious, why didn’t you just get me up before you started opening it up?” Peter wondered, wrapping you up in his arms mindlessly from where he stood, and pulling you into his body.

It was so goofy.

You knew that now, seeing how it went, but you also knew that he wasn’t going to make fun of you for this.

In all the years that you’d known him, Peter had never made fun of you for anything.

“I thought it would be a cute surprise”

At your admission, Peter just shrugged again, recalling all the slamming and banging that had met him as soon as he opened his eyes “I don’t know. You weren’t exactly quiet”

He had a point there.

Not that you’d ever admit that to him now.

“In my defense, I really didn’t think you’d wake up” you laughed, well aware of the exact reason you’d made the decision you had.

Peter had always been notoriously hard to wake up.

For as long as you’d known him.

Even given what you’d all taken to calling his spidey sense, he slept like a rock and it was hard to rouse him from that. Though, clearly, relying on that this morning had been a mistake.

“Well, next time, why don’t we just sleep in and learn new things together” he grinned, wiping away a bit of pumpkin that had somehow ended up on your chin at some point during the whole exchange.

“Sounds like a plan”

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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months

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Someone I love hurting

For @alyyaanna

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian tells you what hurts him the most after he finds you crying

You felt exhausted after walking in your home, you sit on your couch not even caring to change out of your scrubs from working at the hospital. You had taken care of a lot of sick people and had lost three patients that you grew a bond with, one of them was a 12 year old girl that had problems with her kidneys and eventually went into a coma that she never came out of which shattered your heart when you watched her parents take her off life support making you run outside, throw up next to a tree, and break down that you couldn't help her, you cried as you hold your face in your hands as the quiet cries turned into sobs even almost falling over from how your body was shaking. You didn't hear your boyfriend walk in from how loud you were crying, not even knowing he was home until he gently walked to you and moved your hands away from your tear covered face "Mariposa what's wrong?" you are pulled into his arms as you slowly explained everything that had happened to him, he feels like someone was stabbing his heart as he holds you tightly as you sob in his chest "It hurts.." he looks at you while using his thumbs to wipe your face "What does mi vida?" you lean into his palm as he caresses your face "Not being able to help people... especially those I grow a bond with or love" he kisses your forehead as your cries turn to sniffles and lay your head in the crook of his neck. You feel your body melt as he rubs circles with his hands on your back noticing his eyes were teary "Baby you okay?" he shows a small smile as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes "It just hurts" he sniffles as tears flow down his face which makes you concerned "What honey? Are you in pain?" he shakes his head as he gently holds your face in his hands "No...seeing someone I love hurting hurts me" your foreheads connect before sharing a slow and loving kiss before laying back down and the both of you just talk while holding each other in between the calm silence and the slow and warm touches on your back and his chest until you both got up and made dinner together, you wrap your arms around him as you laid down in bed "I love you" he smiles as he holds you closely and tightly to him, placing a kiss on your head as his heartbeat lulls you to sleep "I love you mi mundo" he continues caressing your face and side until he fell asleep.

#wwe x reader #damian priest #wwe #damian priest x reader

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angry-trashcan · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 7

Stuck in a wall with Legend

N/SFW. MINORS DNI.

You knew messing around with Legend’s magic items was a bad idea. He had told you repeatedly not to touch them. Even if they were laying out on the counter, just leave them be. Who knows which one you could accidentally trigger and hurt you, or worse.

This was worse.

The bracelet had been sat out next to the sink, and by the Gods did it smell. So, trying to be the perfect little house spouse, you decided to wash it in the sink. Try to get rid of that weird stench once and for all. You were leaning against the wall drying it when it happened. The bracelet triggered and now here you were. Top half stuck in the wall as a painting and the bottom half kicking and scrambling to pull you out.

From the angle your painted half was at, you could see the clock ticking by. Legend would be home literally any second. He was always home at the same time every night. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. No, it’s okay. Legend will be able to get you out of this predicament. He had to have some kind of way to pull you out of there. So, you waited. It was nearly thirty minutes before you heard the door open and close. A call of your name echoing through the house.

It was another moment before he called your name again, this time closer to your place in the kitchen wall. “Y/N? Are you in her-“ He stopped when he saw you. He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wall. “Well, looks like someone couldn’t keep their damn hands to themselves.” Your legs scrambled again, this time your painted face dawning a few tears. “I leave the bracelet here for one day and you just must touch it. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home soon? Just stay there with your ass up for anyone?” You hadn’t even notice him come up behind you until a smack rang out into the room. You squirmed again, trying to get yourself away from him to little success.

“You really did it to yourself this time, Gem. You’ll come out of there eventually, it takes about an hour to wear off.” You tried to sigh, being prevented from doing so by the wall between you two. “Now, I think I may just take advantage of this situation if I’m being very honest. You know this is my favorite way to have you. Ass up in the air for me, too bad I can’t hear your pretty little screams. But, I suppose I can make do.”

Your skirt was tossed up over your back, exposing yourself fully to him. He smirked down at you, slipping his hand around your midsection to rub at your clit.

“Wow, I haven’t done shit to you and you’re already dripping for me? You must have been hoping I came home and did just this. Weren’t you, you fucking slut.” He puled his tunic up and pushed his shorts down just enough for his dick to flop out. He rubbed it a few times against your slit, your legs pushed against the ground again. Though, this time preparing for him to push into you.

“Nothing but a little fuck toy for me. Another hole for me to use as I please. Stuck here like this just for me. I can’t believe you were this desperate for me.” He pushed into you all at once, bottoming out with force. Your knees became slightly weak as your heartbeat grew faster in your painted chest. “Fuck, clenching around me like I’m the only dick you’ve ever had. Which I know is a lie. Isn’t it?” His balls slapped against your clit with the next thrust. A laugh came from his chest with his next one, then the next.

His pace grew near violent. One hand gripping onto your waist and the other wrapped under to your clit, rubbing it to keep up with himself. Every harder push against the nub made you grow closer and closer. Your feet arched up onto your toes in an effort to push you further into him.

“I’m going to cum in you, and you’re going to take it like a fucking whore. Okay? My own little cum hole.” His thrusts grew sloppier and with less consistency as he got closer to his own end. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m- fuck!” He stilled all at once, spilling his hot cum deep into you. The feeling of being filled sent you over your own edge. You spasmed around his dick, prolonging both of your orgasms. He took a few deep breaths to catch it.

“Well, it seems like you still have a few more minutes in there. I think I may just use them all up.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #lu #linked universe #LU smut #LU Legend x Reader #LU Legend #n/sfw #nsft

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chvnnie · 2 years

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lol i am having some very feral thoughts about jeongin thnx to @woahfruity so uuuuuuhhhh hard thought coming through???

SMUT - MINORS DNI

yang jeongin x reader

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

wc: 1.4k

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, mentions of oral, dom/sub elements, dirty talk. as always, not proofread. i'm a whore for this man i cannot-

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme, @humayraaaaa

lying on his side, jeongin watches the city dance through his hotel windows. the blinking of a car's headlight, the dim streetlights, the sound of people outside chasing various highs. he looks into the windows of hotel rooms across from his own; some curtains drawn, the flashing lights of cable tv. what draws him in is the couple in the room directly across from his own.

one man sits with his back against the headboard, legs spread with his partner laying in between them. the other man has his arms wrapped around the other's waist, chin resting on their midsection as they stare up at their love. he says something, pulling a laugh from the other, who leans in a way that has to be uncomfortable to kiss the top of his head.

fuck. he misses you.

jeongin flips onto his back, reaching across the length of the bed to pick up his phone he ditched a while ago in favor of sleep that has yet to encapsulate him. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get his brain to shut off. there's really no point in trying now; he might as well distract himself.

being away from you never gets any easier. he loves his job, loves getting travel and meeting new people, trying new things. it's like a beautiful dream he never has to wake up from, and there's nothing he would change about this life.

he just wishes you could experience all of these wonders with him.

there's a special folder in his phone, filled with photos and videos of you. he taps on the top of his phone screen, starting at the very beginning of it. it was the first picture he had ever taken of you; sat across from him at a wooden table, elbow on the table as you prop your cheek in your hand. your eyes are shut, a bright smile on your face. the next photo is similar to the first, taken on the same day, but instead of smiling, you're laughing, face scrunched in pure joy.

jeongin swears he can hear it, like you're right next to him.

closing out of photos, he opens his messages, typing before he can really think.

jeongin [01:46]: hey. awake?

you [01:46]: did you just "u up?" me?

jeongin [01:47]: ...it's endearing.

he watches as the text bubble disappears and reappears for the next few seconds until his phone starts to vibrate, your name flashing across the top of it. tapping accept, your face fills the small screen. similar to jeongin, you're also in bed, the warm light of the bedside lamp highlighting your face. he can see the exhaustion in your eyes, laced with a brightness when your eyes meet his through the screen.

"can't sleep?"

"not really." his voice is raspy and low from the overuse. "it's hard to sleep without you."

your soft laugh flows through the speaker, immediately filling the void that's been in his chest since he left for tour. "hotel bed feeling a little cold?"

"more than a little."

"yeah. mine, too."

it's a comfort to know that you long for him in the same way he does - he doesn't want to be around you all the time, he needs to. without you, he's like a fish out of water, flopping around and waiting for someone to return him to the place he feels the safest. instead of water, it's your arms. his breath, his heartbeat, the blood flowing through his body. you're his life source.

running a hand through his hair, he releases a deep sigh. "fuck, i can't wait to be home."

"me, too." you say, a hint of sadness in your voice. as happy as you are to support him and his career, the lack of time together does suck. "but you're having fun right?"

jeongin gives you a run down of his day, from the breakfast he ate that morning to detailed descriptions of the faces he saw in the crowd that night. you listen intently, asking questions with a smile on your face.

he watches as your blinks get slower, your yawns a little louder. "go to bed, baby. we can talk tomorrow."

groaning sleepily, you shake your head. "no, i can't."

"come on, you're yawning. it's time to sleep."

"yeah, but-never mind." you quickly shut your mouth, breaking his eye contact. he's confused for a beat; why did you stop yourself? but jeongin knows you. knows your tells. the way your breathing has deepened a bit, lips pressed together as you nervously play with your hair.

ah, that's why you can't sleep.

he huffs a deep laugh, wetting his lips as he narrows his eyes on you. "hey. look at me, baby." purposely drawing out his words, he watches you shudder, shyly looking back at him. "that's a good girl. why don't you tell me why you can't sleep?"

you tightly twirl your hair around your finger, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "i just miss you, innie..."

"miss me how?"

the hand not holding his phone creeps under the cover, resting atop of his semi as he watches you stumble over your words. they're slightly whiny, causing a groan to build in his throat. when you get like this, it drives him insane. you're like clay, perfect to dig his fingers into and mold to his liking. using you the way he sees fit with little resistance.

"the-" you swallow, throat suddenly dry as you stumble for words. "the way you make me feel-innie, please don't make-"

"say it." he says firmly.

"i miss the way you make me feel good."

god. he's dizzy, head spinning and body aching. if he closes his eyes, he can feel your skin on his, body writhing beneath him as he whispers the dirtiest words in your ear. cock fully hard, he begins to palms him over his boxers. "aw, baby. you don't think i can make you feel good from here?"

"i-i didn't say that."

it's the way you get flustered, a small whimper following your words as you squirm a bit. "why don't you get one of your little toys and i'll show you how fucking good my words can make you feel?"

the way you quickly drop your phone, the sound of the bedside table opening in the background is like an ego boost, further proving his point. when you're back on the screen, he sees the little pink bullet he bought for you just for moments like this.

"take off your clothes. show me."

it's almost comical, the speed in which you strip out of your bed shirt and panties, holding your phone over your body and panning it across your exposed skin, showing off every inch of you. when you get to your center, he stops you.

somehow, you prop the phone up, the camera focusing in on your folds. they're glistening in the dim light, so damp jeongin is wondering how it didn't seep through your panties and wet the bed. he releases a deep, but quiet moan. "oh, my pretty baby. what a mess you've made."

it's cute, the way he can see your hole clench at his words. "h-help me-"

cooing, he slips his hand into his boxers and slowly begins to tug on his cock. "don't worry. i'll always take care of my baby. show me how you touch yourself when i'm not around."

jeongin feels like he's going to bust immediately when you start to tease yourself with one hand, holding the buzzing vibrator to the clit with the other. slowly you circle the tip around the sensitive nub, sweet moans of his name falling from your lips.

"does it feel good, baby?"

he takes your loud moan as a yes, watching as your legs start to tremble try to shut. it's a beautiful sight, something that makes him drool all over himself. he wishes he could reach through the screen, both hands on your hips as he holds your core flush to his face. he wants to drown in your cunt, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you as you ride his tongue.

fuck. fuck, the thought makes his balls tighten, breaths deepening as he tries to keep himself grounded. jeongin has to see your ruin the sheets before he can ruin the hotel's.

which, given the volume of your moans, won't be long.

jeongin hears you struggling for words, cries breaking up the pathetic excuse for sentences you keep trying to spill. his moans mix with yours, filling his empty hotel room with the beautiful melody.

"cum." he grunts out, trying not to roll his eyes back as the flick of his wrist increases. "show me how much you fucking miss me."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #straykidsland #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut #chvnnie thots

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sunjakes · 2 years

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cuddling with enha ♡

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader genre: established relationships, pure unadulterated fluff warnings: intended lowercase, mentions of food, jake is majorly whipped, not proofread so bare with me if there's any errors word count: 2k a/n: i haven't written proper fanfiction in forever so i am so sorry if this is bad LMAO i’ll get better i promise

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

peak boyfriend material, we already knew.

heeseung loves holding you so much :(

he swears he could die a happy man the second his arms meet your waist

and he makes sure you’re aware of that

you’re in the kitchen making ramen for the both of you?

heeseung has you in a back hug, pressing soft kisses to your hair

“hee, go sit down, it’s almost ready-” “why don’t we just stay in here?~”

so you did .

you both split the ramen and ate with him leaning against the countertop, still holding you as close to him as he could while still being able to eat

even when he’s playing games with another member

heeseung insists on having you in his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as he plays

he covers your face in kisses whenever he wins a round

“y/n look, you’re like my lucky charm~”

he only laughs at your flustered reaction when he hears the other boy in the room fake gagging at his pda

and on the days where he’s just exhausted from work, he likes to be the little spoon

you thought it was impossible to love him more than you already did, but you seem to fall for him harder every time he asks you to hold him

he rests his head on your chest and you hold him just like he holds you every other day

and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world.

he 100% ends up falling asleep to the pace of your heartbeat sometimes

you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair and you probably pass out too

you keep him sane and grounded, so he makes sure to give you all the love in the world in return :)

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

jay is such a romantic oh my god

whenever you’re in his vicinity, he has to have an arm around your waist

it’s completely subconscious for him too

he’ll just be having a conversation with jake in the living room

and as soon as you sit next to him on the couch, his arm snakes around you that same second

he’d be the kind of boyfriend to keep his hand in your back pocket while you’re walking in public

he doesn’t even mean it in a sexual or intimate way

it’s almost like he wants to be sure that you’re there next to him

if you two have a movie night at the dorms, he has an arm draped over your shoulders and holds your hand

he likes to play with your fingers too

he absolutely loves holding you close to him while you’re laying in bed

his hands gently run along your sides or your back and he ghosts little patterns along your shirt with his fingers

he’s always pressing the softest kisses to your temple or forehead and uses them to wordlessly get your attention

and when you look up at him he’s literally looking at you with the epitome of heart eyes

he is so deeply in love with you and doesn’t understand how he managed to have someone like you in his life

so all he can think to do is cup your face and pull you into the longest yet softest kiss to try and convey those thoughts to you

he pulls away with the softest “i love you~” and you swear your heart is about to implode

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

everyone and their mother knows that jake sim is the ultimate cuddle bug !!

i swear that boy wants to be next to you literally 24/7

he’s the type to send clingy texts with pouty selfies

“i miss you, love :(“ or “i can’t wait to see my baby again” when he has practices or schedules brb crying .

but when both of y’all are free …

oh boy he will immediately call to invite you over .

and as soon as he hears the door start to open, he is right there in front of you

he’s smiling at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

which to him, you absolutely are

in a matter of seconds you’re in his arms

and he’s definitely the type to pick up/spin his partner when he’s feeling extra clingy :(

instantly heads towards the couch or his bed if he’s super tired

covers you both with a blanket and wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to him as he can without suffocating you

this includes him burying his face into the crook of your neck and refusing to move even an inch

he loves to press the softest kisses to your shoulder and neck

you hear soft mumbles of “i missed you so much, angel” and “i love you” and he always means it

and if you respond with “i love you too, jakey~” or any pet name/variation on his name

he just becomes a puddle of love (and you can hear his little giggles coming from the crook of your neck)

he somehow manages to pull you even closer to him

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

i swear everyone seems to picture hoon as this super shy “too scared to do anything around anyone” type of boyfriend

and i mean

do i think its cute?

yes, absolutely .

like yeah i know sunghoon’s an introvert

but i don’t think he’s that reserved when it comes to pda with his s/o

i can picture you in his lap as y’all watch movies in the dorms

one of his hands is in yours, gently rubbing and drawing patterns on your skin with his thumb

the other’s gently running through your hair as you rest your head on his shoulder

or he’s like heeseung and rests his chin on your shoulder while he wraps his arms around your waist

and like jay, he loves to press soft kisses to your temple or your shoulder

when you guys are alone though?

this boy lets out all his affection

i'm talking kisses all over your face

if he's in a super good mood, he'll just pick you up and head straight to go cuddle in bed

he more than likely pokes any spots where you're ticklish on the way to his bedroom

when you whine at him for tickling you he tries to hide his laugh by cupping your face and pressing more kisses to your nose and cheeks

after a while he stops and whispers a soft "sorry, baby~" and pulls you close to his chest as he lays down

you just roll your eyes and bury your face in his chest and his hand instantly moves to stroke your hair

he hears you mutter "you're lucky you're cute, park..." but he can tell by the way that you lean into his touch that you're not genuinely upset with him

sunghoon just smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you

"i love you too~"

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

THIS BOY LOVES NOTHING MORE THAN TO HUG YOU

sunoo is just a big ball of love and sunshine

he gives you the tightest hugs whenever you visit him at the dorms

"wah, angel, you're here!!" he's absolutely beaming as you walk through the door, a similar smile easily making it's way to your face

very similar to jake and instantly pulls you to go cuddle

as soon as you both are laid down, he kisses your cheek before asking you every question under the sun about how your day was

he wants to know every single detail

and when you start to tell him, his only focus is on the words leaving your lips

makes direct eye contact with you, nodding and letting out quiet hums to let you know that he's genuinely listening

cups your cheek after you finish and presses a gentle kiss to your lips

depending on how your day went, it either is a short peck before he starts to relay details about his own day

or it lasts a little bit longer before he pulls away with a small pout, offering to give you advice for any gripes you may have had

you rest your head on his chest, quickly finding comfort in his heartbeat and the vibrations of his voice in his chest

he smiles as he hugs you closer, clearly realizing you were a few minutes from falling asleep

you hum as he starts to run his fingers through your hair, and the last thing you hear before falling into a content sleep is "nap well, my pretty baby~"

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

jungwon tries to stay chill and collected whenever you stop by the dorms when the members are still around

he knows how those boys will take any chance they get to poke fun at their beloved leader

so when he sees you walk through the door, he decides to give you a tight hug, pressing a discreet kiss to your forehead

typically the most pda he does around the other members is holding your hand, rubbing soft circles against your skin with his thumb

but if they had to record and he was the first one back to the dorms, you better believe he's inviting you over to watch movies and cuddle

as you both sit on the couch with popcorn and sweets, he instantly pulls you into his arms

he smiles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, resting his head on your shoulder before starting the movie

"you're so cute, won~" you laugh quietly and press a quick kiss to his cheek, cuddling closer to him as he tightens his hold on you

he chuckles before covering you both with a blanket

"what, am i not allowed to enjoy some peace and quiet with my partner whom i love so dearly?~" he asks, praying that you both will have time to finish the movie before any other members return home

you roll your eyes and rest your head against his chest, fighting the urge to laugh as you catch a glimpse of niki opening the door in the reflection of the tv screen

"JAY HYUNG !! JUNGWON HYUNG IS BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY WITH Y/N AGAIN"

jungwon just sighs loudly and buries his face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh uncontrollably as he hugs you closer to him

"i really thought we were safe this time..." your laughter starts to die down as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling him smile slightly against your neck

"it'll never be safe, mr. leader~" he laughs at your response, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as the two of you go back to your movie

↪︎ nishimura riki 西村力

i feel like niki would either be similarly clingy to jake, or he wouldn't initiate a single thing

and once he sees you all pouty, he instantly hops on the opportunity to poke fun

"aww, is my y/nnie all clingy?~" he coos, cupping your cheeks and squishing them forward

you just huff and playfully glare at him, freeing yourself from his hold on your cheeks as you bury your face in his chest

"shut up and hug me, nishimura..." you mutter and he laughs, instantly wrapping his arms around your figure

"your wish is my command, needy~" he continues to tease you as he leads the two of you towards the couch

pulling you into his lap as he sits down, he smiles as he pets your hair, hearing you let out a content hum

you cuddle as close to him as you possibly can, his free arm wrapping itself around your waist

but when niki's the one feeling clingy, his personality completely swaps

you'd be sitting at your desk, working on schoolwork

and suddenly from across the room

"y/nnnnnnnn i wanna cuddleeeeeeeeeee" niki huffs, the pout evident in his tone

you bite back a quiet laugh, refusing to turn to look at him so you wont fall into his trap

"give me just a few minutes, riki, i'm almost done~" you respond

but that clearly wasn't what he wanted to hear

within thirty seconds, you feel niki rest his head on your shoulder

"y/n come onnnnnnn you've been working foreverrrr~"

you start to giggle as niki practically drags you away from your desk, crashing onto your bed and pulling you on top of him

"i missed you..." he mumbles, burying his face in your neck

you run your fingers through his hair, playfully rolling your eyes

"look who's the needy one now... i started my work ten minutes ago..."

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