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sun-stricken · 2 months

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Some ideas for you! Take your pick!

Gray frequents the infirmary the most. In one of my ideas lately, after thinking about iced shell, maybe ice make makes the body a bit more…prone to cracking? Maybe he bruises easy and gets a lot of head wounds. It’s why he’s always in bandages longer. I like the idea of Porlyusica getting sick of him.

Team Natsu/the guild/slayers taking care of him, even when he doesn’t realise it. (Against pervs, against himself, maybe people are a bit racist (with him being not from Fiore).

Gray gets sad sometimes and dissociates.

Gray has night terrors so he has sleeping pills, but on missions he also has caffeine tablets to keep him awake so he doesn’t have terrors around them. Safe to say, they aren’t happy when they find this.

Lucy asks Gray about where he’s from, traditions etc, and the guild realises he might be homesick so they secretly try to learn things for him. (Over the years they’ve picked up swear words (Gray doesn’t realise he’s doing it and they’ve never told him))

Gray’s actually quite touch starved. His body temperature is cold so most people stay away/ don’t touch him (but don’t realise they’re doing it). The only one who can stand is Natsu because of his magic. Maybe it gets worse after becoming a slayer.

…also do you take spicy requests?

you cant just give me all these amazing concepts and tell me to pick☹️ i will do a little for all of them if it kills me

Also yes! i absolutely do take nsfw requests! feel free to ask me anything! im surprised it took so long to ask me that tbh

there is a lot here so vv

* Hes the single reason why the guild infirmary is always having to restock

* Due to Grays multiple usages of iced shell some of his body did turn to ice, most sections of his bones, it looks like a normal bones but it acts like ice, which means hes more likely to break a bone

* unfortunately, its not like a normal broken bone for obvious reasons. itll splinter and have hairline cracks all over the bones before it breaks.

* It takes less time to heal than a normal break, he just has to get it wrapped and limit his usage of his magic so it can ‘heal’ (as in, ice it over again) the breaks and cracks. It takes less time to heal and also less pressure to break, win lose situation tbh

* Which is also why head wounds are especially dangerous for him, skull fractures are more common for him than anyone would like, which is to say any at all

* His external body temperature is low and causes him to bruise like a peach, getting a friendly slap on the back can cause him to bruise for weeks, especially from Erza

* bro hasnt gone a day without a bruise in like ten years

* Hes been dragged to Porlyusica so many times now that anytime she sees him (on the field, in her office, even completely out of context and hes not visibly injured) its like second nature to check him out first

* if she could go a month, or even just two weeks! without seeing him she might consider changing her views on humanity (probably not but its the thought that counts)

* Also Gray has small sections of what people think is frostbite on his hands and feet. It doesnt hurt or limit him at all but theyre there, showed up some time post devil slayer magic

* ALSO! His blood runs slower and is darker due to his low body temperature, causes him only the vaguest of problems but its a thing (this is common in most powerful ice wizards)

* Gray likes to pretend hes good at taking care of himself, but hes not hes really not

* Luckily he has a lot of nosy and protective friends thatll do it for him (in their own ways)

* Natsu literally temperature exploding some guys glass at a bar when he got wayyyy too friendly and handsy with Gray

* they were kicked out but he was really proud of himself

* Rogue drawing shadows towards Gray if he needs to sleep and its too bright, or Sting creating a warm light beam when its dark out and Gray wants to embrace his inner cat and sleep in a sunbeam

* Wendy checking him over first bc she knows hes one of the people who wouldnt ask for help if he was injured

* hes had multiple people physically remove him from fights/training sessions because he was visibly pushing himself way too hard

* Part of the reason Gray learned Fioren so fast was because he was sick of people looking at him like he was stupid for not speaking ‘right’

* he mentioned this to the little slayer group they got goin on and from then on out they were like, hella hyper vigilant with anything that could make him insecure like that again

* It really scared him the first couple times he did it, it still does. He hates losing time

* It started happening during his time with Ur, he cant remember a lot of it, training, blink, fighting, blink, training, blink, training, you get the idea

* It doesnt happen often, and he tried not to think of it past the point of trying to get it to stop

* Its happens often when hes highly stressed but theres no immediate physical threat, his brain doesnt understand whats going on or why its so stressed but knows he doesnt need to physically protect himself yet so it mentally protects him (if that makes sense), usually when hes alone, or when a threat is gone

* he confided in Erza about this once, and now more times than not when he ‘wakes up’ shes there talking to him

* only part he feels is good about it is that it makes him exhausted and lets him sleep easier

* He doesn’t usually dissociate often, not that he has much of a choice, if he did it wouldnt happen at all, but it was a lot worse when he was younger, his memories of early fairy tail are all blurry and he felt like he was on autopilot even when he was ‘awake’

* he hates it

* After his team found out abt his vast array of pharmaceuticals they were so confused and concerned and probably borderline paranoid, because who needs that many medications for one person??

* Gray had been taking sleeping pills at a high enough dose to let him have a dreamless sleep for so long that most over the counter brands dont actually work on him

* but he kept all the old bottle that didnt work just in case he got desperate to sleep and they suddenly magically worked again

* The caffeine tablets were self explanatory after seeing all the sleeping meds, but he also (unwillingly) admitted he takes them on missions so he wouldnt wake them if he had a nightmare, and also for days when they were especially bad so he could go long enough without sleep hed just crash and sleep with no issues. Canr have a nightmare if you dont sleep

* His team was also extremely unimpressed by these explanations

* Erza and Natsu (and also Happy) strong armed him into going to Porlyusica for actual helpful solutions since he refused to go to his actual doctor

* While Lucy and Wendy disposed of the full fucking pharmacy (seriously, he coulda started a business or smth) he had in his bedroom

* For some odd reason he felt lighter and less moody when he was on actual helpful medication and was getting genuine rest

* how strange

* and if his team checks his house for another pharmacy in the making thats nobodies business but theirs

* Also Erza tried to ban Gray from caffeine while on a quest , or at least limit it, but he looked at her like she was absolutely batshit crazy to the point she got embarrassed and had to retract the ban

* But she will tie him to the bed to make him sleep on quests if she has to

* The first time Lucy asked where Gray was from was before Galuna, he ended up giving her a shady answer and redirecting the question to her (reminder, before galuna, before phantom lord) which she ended up also being a bit cagey about so she let it go

* But Lucy is nosy (endearing) by nature, so she asked if he had any different holiday type traditions sometime after Galuna, and to the surprise of, well, literally everyone, he did and gave examples

* which lead down a rabbit hole of the guild fretting a bit abt how to make him comfortable (even though hed been with them for a decade) bc he mentioned he used to be really homesick the first couple years, and sometimes still is

* Most the guild still had no clue where he was from so they were really just running in circles for awhile

* Levy tried to figure it out from the time he accidentally dropped, what she assumed to be colorful curse words, random foreign language bits

* didnt really work but she tried

* so for months he was bombarded with ‘subtle’ questions about his hometown and its culture, which got shut down most the time

* Thats not to say he didnt give them anything, he gave them enough that they were incorporated into existing traditions and holidays they already celebrated

* it was a very sweet gesture that Gray absolutely did not tear up at, so shut up—

* Gray is the most touch starved fool on the planet. ive always loved the idea of him liking touch a lot

* He grew up in a pretty affectionate family, his parents were always around to ruffle his hair, or hug, or hold his hand, or carry him, they were just very physically affectionate and he enjoyed it

* With it made him nauseous, guilty really, because Ur and Lyon were also physically affectionate but it wasnt them, it wasnt his family

* Also it was plain uncomfortable at times, part of learning ice magic was to almost numb himself to cold, but in the beginning numbed him to everything and it became uncomfortable to be touched because it was tingly and it hurt

* Early Fairy Tail he was completely closed off, couldnt stand being touched, didnt want to get cozy and make friends because he planned to leave anyways.

* Ice mages (Fire mages also) temperatures can fluctuate depending on how they feel, for example, if they’re experiencing negative emotions their temperature and the space around them will get colder

* and Gray used to be so angry and upset all the time, and hed just beginning to learn magic so he didnt know how to fix it yet, which caused a lot of discomfort for people.

* People didnt stay around him long because the discomfort of being too cold, and what was he gonna do about it? ask them to come back?? hell no

* So he gained a reputation and people didnt want to disrespect a volatile childs apparent boundaries so they didnt question it

* He was fine with fighting being the only real prolonged touch hed get, totally

* But Natsus got this thing about him that makes him think he can do the impossible, which includes shaking Grays world view and comfort levels

* At some point in their teens Natsu would not let go of the alleged fact that Grays didnt like being touched for some reason, so he did what he does best and pressed the issue

* it ended with Gray being a puddle in his lap while he had a crisis about everything he thought he knew about himself while Natsu celebrated his victory against him

* Its not completely public knowledge but the guild most definitely knows at least a little about how much Gray is touch starved

* he doesnt openly welcome it with open arms but if its happening and he trusts the person hes not gonna say no

* he probably gets a euphoria high from a head pat or smth

* After getting his devil slayer magic is absolutely got worse, having two powerful ice magics, one of which he was still struggling to get the hang of, in one body made it difficult to control the temperature around him, and after long enough people would start shivering if he wasnt careful

* it sucked, totally and completely sucked

* Natsu still remained unbothered and would increase his own temperature to counterbalance Grays, which helped a lot

* he still gets all up in Grays space no matter how much Gray tell him to fuck off, he knows he needs it

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fan-goddess · 2 months

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Yes sir…

Thank you @succnfuccubus for inspiring me to write this and convincing me to actually do this

Summary: After another rejection, Billy’s feeling a little down in the dumps. But after meeting with your friend that morning and looking at a unique source material, you get a very unique idea on how to hopefully cheer him up.

Authors Note: Gave the friend a name as it was just easier. I loved the idea, but I don’t like this for some reason

Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @targaryenbarbie @anjelicawrites d

Warnings: Smut books, p in v sex, m oral, praise kink, power imbalance role play, role play, angst, comforting, sad boy Billy Washington, the economy, begging, cuddling (if I miss any let me know)

Billy had never been a particularly avid reader. The most he’d ever voluntarily read probably being the required reading for secondary school English. You on the other hand, even before you’d stumbled across the smut section on the internet, had always been a common bookworm.

When your friend Lya first began to lend you books from her so called private collection though, now that’s when you became a woman possessed. Soon, most of what you were reading involved some sort of dark romance filtered in. Whether that was mafia, pirate, or just a simple brother’s best friend romance. You read it all with an expressionless face.

Yet when you’d begun to date Billy, you must confess to the amusement of Lya, who you’d been borrowing books from for all these years, that you hadn’t been borrowing and reading as many of those sort of books as you used too. Since now, you had a real life romance novel in front of your very eyes to carry out. It wasn’t exactly the dream romance kids pictured after watching a Disney movie, but what sort of relationships were these days?

The last few days, you and Billy had been unable to have sex due to a sudden difference in work times. Well, your work times and Billy’s interviews. Still, whilst you were used to this happening at some random times, your pussy had taken a sudden hit with the recent dry streak. Now, you were beginning to crave one of those novels of yours in your hands again. Desperate for a new sort of fiction that’d get brain stimulated and your cunt working.

So you called the best smut dealer you knew.

“Hey bestie!” You grinned, picking at your nail while your other hand was busy holding the phone. “I need a favour…” She’d laughed when you’d asked her for a new recommendation, yet to your relief, you and her had managed to agree to a meet up the next day to, exchange the goods.

The morning you were supposed to leave, you remember kissing Billy goodbye as your adorable half asleep boyfriend was still laying in bed all cosy and pretty. “Where are you going?” He’d grumbled, so cute with a small tired pout on his face that it almost made you want to strip back down to nothing and pounce on him there and then. The lack of sex it seemed was really getting to you right now.

“Visiting one of my friends for a morning drink. Nothing much baby. Remember though you’ve got that interview at 3, so don’t forget!” You smiled, giving him another deep kiss before you go that left Billy’s cheeks flushed from bashfulness. He’s so effortlessly fucking sexy it was utterly unreal…

When you got to the cafe you’d planned to meet Lya at, she eagerly waved at you from a discreet corner of the room. She may be honest as hell about what she reads, but she sure as hell knows how to act like a fucking dealer about it.

“Hello darling!” You smile, moving so you could give her a quick hug before sitting opposite her. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright thanks babes! Stocking up on my little novel collection, which reminds me!” She gives you a mischievous smile, and from her bag produced a book with quite a different cover than what you thought it’d be. As she places in front of you what looks to be a copy of great expectations.

“Think you’ve mixed up the books Lya!” You laugh, giggling in amusement when you see her look at you with such disappointment.

“Course I haven’t idiot!” She sighs, moving to grab the book and remove the book cover, before showing you the back of it. Where much to your surprise, you find the blurb for a very different book. Called ‘Unbuttoning the CEO’. “I read it last week and thought it’d be perfect for you!”

You laugh at the title and place the secret cover back on, before placing it in your bag. You don’t bring the book up again the rest of the catch up convo, but at the end when the two of you have eaten your cakes, drunk your coffees and were saying your goodbyes, you made sure to let Lya know what you thought of the book when you read it.

When you get back home, you head to the bedroom first to see if Billy’s back or not. The bed you can see is unmade and ruffled, yet when you feel it you can tell it’s cold to the touch, telling you Billy left a while a go. You head to the living room and sit on the sofa with a small sigh, praying Billy didn’t decide to head to the pub before a job interview.

You’re still for a couple minutes trying to think of what to do to occupy your time while you wait for Billy, and your eyes can’t help but be drawn to your bag, where the book practically taunts you from inside it. Before you even know it, you’re curled up on the sofa with the book in your hand and your lip between your teeth.

Words blur as you read sentence after sentence, but your eyes certainly eagerly tune in when you get to the actual sex part, which wasn’t even very far in to be honest.

The ceo takes the assistant on his desk, and you can’t help but clench your legs together when you read about how later on the assistant helps the CEO to ‘destress’. You take a small break to make yourself a quick drink, and can’t help but find your mind drifting to the idea of you and Billy in those scenes, playing those characters. You can’t help but forget about even making any sort of drink as you imagine exactly how you could help Billy destress from the recent unfair influx of job rejections.

You eagerly get back to reading though, and by the time Billy comes back home around 5, stinking slightly of cheap lager, you’ve already finished the book twice and reread your favourite scenes about three times over.

“Hey baby!” You smile, making note on how Billy nuzzles his body into yours as much as he can as soon as he gets close enough. Your pretty little teddy bear… “How’d it go?”

“Said I weren’t what they were looking for…” He murmurs into the length of your neck, as you kiss the top of his head softly. “Another fucking failure to add to the list…”

“Don’t say that!” You firmly say, placing both your hands on the side of his face to force his eyes to meet yours. You hate the way he looks so broken in that moment. So beaten by the world that all you want to do in that moment is wrap your arms around him and keep him safe from everything and everyone. The assholes who hurt him hurt him good and deep, and if you could, you’d beat them to death yourself. Maybe even with your porn book that’d be a right sight you must admit… “You are fucking amazing! You’re my favourite person in the whole world and I will not have you bring yourself down! Do you understand me Billy Washington?”

He gulps, and for a second you swear you can see tears build up in his eyes before they’re quickly blinked away.

“I-I underhand darling. Thank you, for being there for me. For everything.” He says, before bringing you in for a hug. Practically crushing you with how hard his arms lock around your waist and his head stays tucked in the skin of your neck.

The two of you stay there for what feels like hours. Holding each other while the time goes by. The only reason the two of you even break away from each other is because your phone rings so loudly all of a sudden and shocks the two of you into remembering the situation at hand. You quickly move to switch your phone on silent, and yet your eyes somehow manage to drift to the book peeking out from behind a sofa cushion, and an idea makes it way through your mind.

“Hey Billy…” You begin, smirking when you see Billy’s usual shy persona breaking through his shell once more when he sees that smile of yours. “I wanna try something tonight…”

“What is it?” He asks, raising a brow and stepping back slightly when he sees the grin on your face.

“Just something I read recently. Wanna see how you’ll like it…” You purr, placing your hands on his shoulders and dragging him to the edge of the sofa, before pushing him slightly so he falls backwards with a small gasp. His eyes open wide as they stare at you with such awe and admiration that you can’t help but find yourself blushing slightly.

You slowly lower yourself between Billy’s legs, which seem to open as wide as they can automatically, and with innocent fluttering eyes, lay your head on the side on his leg.

“Can I please suck your cock sir?” You beg, a pout on your lips to mimic pure desperation as Billy practically seems to have a heart attack above you. He appears breathless as you spring this sudden fantasy upon him, and yet by the way you can see and feel his trousers move and strain with his quickly swelling cock, you can tell with certainty that he definitely seems to be enjoying this.

“Yes…” He eventually murmurs with a heavy breath. “You can suck my cock….”

“Thank you sir, I promise I won’t let you down!” You smile, moving your hands to undo his belt and shimmy down his trousers and his underwear. When Billy is left sitting naked before you, as he’d claimed to feel silly if he was sitting in just his shirt, you can’t even stop yourself from admiring your boyfriends erect cock that stands proudly before your face.

“Such a pretty cock sir…” You murmur, before opening your mouth and taking it in your mouth as far as you can before your nose hits the small soft patch of hair lying at the base of Billy’s cock.

You can hear him keen and whine above you, and you’re very sad you can’t see the way his eyes no doubt roll to the back of his head. You slowly move your head back and forth, keeping a steady pace that leaves Billy practically shaking and whining above you.

“Please….” You hear him beg. A noise you love more than anything, and yet at this moment it’s not what you want. You want him to feel in control for once. To know how much you worship him and adore him. To know that he has the ability to make you become so needy and desperate for him that you’ll do anything to please him. That is, with the right words of course.

“Please darling!” He continues, his whimpering so delightful to your ears that you almost throw your plan out the window so you could give him as many earth shattering orgasms as he deserves. But patience is a virtue, so you continue to suck at Billy’s cock in a leisurely pace. Drawing all sorts of noises from him that leaves your own lower half aching for a release.

“Take control of me Billy…” You eventually say, admittedly growing tired of the lack of communication between the both of you. “Take hold of me and do whatever you want to me sir…”

It seems your words finally made it into his pretty little head. Since as soon as you try and go back to putting your mouth on him after saying those words to him, you feel a strong hand wrap itself between the strands of your hair, atopping you from getting anymore closer to his cock than what you already are. It makes your pussy admittedly wetter as you’re now effectively eye level with Billy’s weeping member, and yet am unable to touch it at all. Forced to stare at it while it weeps a single drop his precum and watch while it trails down his erection. It’s absolute fucking torture.

“Please sir!” You find yourself begging, an actual pout on your lips as desperation claws up your whole body. “I wanna make you feel good sir! Wanna warm your cock in my mouth and feel your cum trickling down my throat!”

You can feel the grip his hands have on your hair tighten, and before you know it, Billy’s cock is hitting the back of your throat and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as your used like a pathetic fuck toy. You let your body go limp as you allow Billy to use you however he decides, yet he doesn’t seem to exactly have that part figured out yet, as he focuses on moaning and groaning about you like a porn star while he uses you to his current hearts content.

For a while, you almost find yourself unable to breathe. Gasping for air whenever the opportunity appeared. Yet still, you persist in your willingness, eager to see the usually so submissive man in front of you break.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He groans, moaning as he further tightens his grip on you and forces you to work harder and faster on his cock. You moan wantonly and work your tongue harder as you feel his tip become drenched in a delicious mixture of both your spit and his precum, and feel his entire length throb under the weight of your efforts. It’s actually quite flattering really, seeing how fast he’s about to cum from your suggestions.

“Fuuuuuuck please swallow baby please please please!” He whines, that inner submissive of his still lingering as he holds your head down firmly on his cock while you feel his cum shoot down to the back of your throat, and practically choke you with how much you feel quickly filling your mouth. You cough slightly as you try and obey Billy by swallowing what you can, yet you can’t help but have a few drops of his essence flow down your cheek as you struggle swallowing the first few drops.

“Here you go baby…” Billy murmurs, using his fingers to pick up the stray dribbles and put them in front of your lips. Admittedly you feel quite bashful as you avoid his eyes while sucking the remaining taste of him off his fingers, but as soon as you finish, those same now spit covered fingers rest under your chin and force your head up so your eyes can meet.

A silent gasp releases under your breath as you see an uncharacteristic carefree yet somehow cocky smile on Billy’s face. That submissive man you saw not even five minutes ago gone as this new, changed man sits before you. Like some sort of strange sexual butterfly.

“You were a good girl for me.” He simply says, allowing you to bask in the feeling of his dominance that makes your legs weak at the knees. “And good girls if I’m right, get rewarded. You taught me that pretty girl. So please, get naked, and get on the bed for me arse up, so I can reward you for being so good for me.”

Fuck you’ve made a monster. A sexy one yes, but still a sexually dominant monster.

You do as Billy says to a T. Stripping yourself quickly so that your clothes are all over the bedroom floor, and placing your body on the bed in Billy’s desired position. You wait with bated breath for what feels like hours while your skin erupts in a multitude of goosebumps, and you swear you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Billy’s warm skin suddenly against yours. You feel his half hard cock rubbing almost pitifully against your arse, and you realise with a very sick thrill that you can actually feel him getting harder the more your juices seem to coat him.

It seems though you were so caught up in your thoughts, that you miss the sounds of Billy’s own clumsy movements of stripping.

“So pretty…” He groans. A beautiful sound that leaves you wanting more more and more. How greedy of you… “You want to be fucked by me don’t you? By your boss?”

“Yes sir!” You whine, your head going dull as you stay focused only Billy’s body and nothing else. On the way he makes you feel so effortlessly, and without meaning. “Want you to make me yours! Want me to make sure everyone knows I only belong to you!”

You can hear Billy deeply grunt behind you, and with a gasp you don’t even at first realise belong to you, you feel Billy thrust his cock deep inside you. An intense feeling of fullness hitting you as you close your eyes and grip your hands desperately at the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself.

He gratefully allows you to get used to the sudden intrusion, but before you know it, Billy is quickly thrusting himself quickly in and out of you while you moan and keen for more beneath him. Your eyes screwing shut as your lower belly slowly tightens harder and harder.

“So good!” He groans, unexpectedly yet cautiously smacking your backside with his palm that causes an absolute pathetic sound to leave your lips. “My sweet little slut. All mine to fuck!”

An abundance of yeses comes quickly and brainlessly as you answer Billy’s statement with a high pitched moan. All you want right now is to cum. And by the way you can feel your cunt clenching and fluttering hard around Billy’s cock, you can guess it won’t be long before you do.

“Fuck sir I wanna cum please let me cum for you sir I’ve been so good!” You whine, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Billy somehow manages to move himself faster against you. The sound of his skin smacking at such a fast pace against your own to your ears sounding like an erotic symphony.

“Yes… you have been good…” Billy groans. His voice so strained it’s as if he’s struggling with all his strength to say them. “So you’ll continue to be good… by taking my fucking cum in your perfect cunt!”

You take that as your queue, and with a loud unwavering yell, you cum hard around Billy’s cock. Coaxing forth his own orgasm as he clutches hard at your skin and pushes himself as deep as he can to you. Moaning as you focus on the feeling of his hot cum filling you.

You can also feel his pubic hair stimulating your swollen clit, which leaves you silently gasping against the mattress and your aching pussy clenching against Billy’s softening cock.

The two of you stay where you are as you allow each other to breathe and calm down, yet it’s not long before the two of you are cuddling under the bed covers, with Billy’s cock still inside you.

“Did you like that baby?” You can’t help but murmur. Anxious on whether Billy was happy over you pushing him out of his usual comfort zone.

“It was different…” He summarises. You cannot see his face to make any assumptions. Given that your man has gone back to his roots by putting his head in the curve of your neck. “But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

You may not be able to see it, but even so, your ego swells massively when you realise you can feel Billy’s bashful smile against your skin. It almost makes you want to have your wicked way with him again. That is though, before you realise with a warm feeling chest that Billy has steadily fallen asleep against you. With his softened cock still inside you, and your arms wrapped firmly around his body ensuring his safety.

“Sleep baby…” You murmur, kissing the top of his head with a smile. “You were such a good boy for me baby… we’ll see about rewarding you later….”

You may have imagined it, but you swear you can feel Billy smile against your skin. Yet you push the thought away and instead choose to close your eyes, and allow your own exhaustion to overcome you. You and Billy’s breaths and hearts synching as you hold each other with as much love as a sleeping person could handle.

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aanoia · 11 months

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Yes (pt. 2 to "No")

James Potter x reader

Summary: James finally gets a yes and makes sure you don't regret it

Warnings; none, js super fluffy and sweet

Ft. My trip to nursery today ⚘️

Lowkey LOVE this, I hate how short it came out but that's okayy

Thanks to an acc I cannot find to tag and @herejustforjj for helping me out! You will have your angsty fluff ending probably the next part!!!

I might make an optional pt. 3, optional bc I want it to be angsty, like, sad ending, but idkkk

I might actually make a pt. 3 where there's some angst and then fluff and THEN an optional pt. 4. I rly dk

Pt. 1 here!

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Fine.”

James' eyes lit up, looking like a little kid on Christmas, “Really?” He asked tentatively, his voice quiet. Y/n smiled at him softly and nodded.

“Really.” She whispered to him and laughed as he flew up, arms in the air as he whooped and jumped around excitedly.

He paused, his face flushed and glasses crooked on his face, “It will be the best date you have ever been on. You have my word.” He promised, holding his pinky out.

Y/n linked hers with his, “I’ll hold you to that.”

He clutched tightly onto the girl's finger, lifting her up so I was standing and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Y/n could feel the ecstatic energy radiating from his skin. He gave one last squeeze before letting go, winking and running off, probably to plan their date.

Y.n sat back down with a shake of her head, a permanent smile imprinted on her face. This should be fun.

James held tightly onto Y/n’s pinky which was linked with his as the pair walked down the busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“So, what’s your plan here, James?” Y/n asked, moving a strand of hair out of her eyes.

He smiled, “I love it when you call me James.”

She snorted, “That’s your name, is it not?”

“It is, but it sounds so much better when you say it. And you used to call me Potter, but it’s just James.” He smiled proudly.

“Okay, just James, where are we going?” Y/n asked and he grinned.

“It's a surprise, of course.” He teased, swinging their hands back and forth before he stopped in front of a bookstore. James stepped in front of Y/n and opened the door, unlinking their pinkies. He bowed slightly and held his hand out to help her up the step, “After you, m’lady.”

Y/n laughed and took his hand, “Why thank you, kind sir.”

The cold air of the bookstore was a nice contrast to the hot sun outside, and Y/n took a deep breath, happiness filling her body as soft jazz music filled the store. Y/n smiled and waved softly to the owner of the bookstore who had her nose buried in a book as she sipped from her coffee mug, her gray hair pulled back into a bun. She smiled back, glancing at James who stumbled over his feet as he came through the door and then winking at her. Y/n shook her head with a silent laugh, grabbing onto his hand and bringing him to her favorite section in the bookstore as he followed blindly.

“Wait.” He said quietly, not wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere of the store. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, alright?”

Y/n giggled softly, taking a step closer so she had to look up to look into his eyes, “What’s gonna happen?” She whispered with a smile.

“You’re gonna grab as many books as your heart desires, okay? And then you’re gonna tell me which one you’re most excited to read, and I’m going to take it and read it and leave you cute little notes, so when you read it you’re thinking of me the entire time.” He told the girl softly and she nodded, happiness blooming in her chest. Maybe this boy, as persistent and arrogant he is, isn’t that bad.

After half an hour of the two looking over new books and Y/n explaining the ones she had already read to James, who watched her lovingly and listened attentively, Y/n had chosen four books, of which James insisted he carry. They walked to the front desk and James gently placed them down, flashing the owner a smile before Y/n began rummaging in her bag for money as she looked over the choices. Y/n thanked her quietly as she told me the price, still trying to find her wallet.

“Here you go, ma’am.” James said and Y/n looked up to see him handing the owner some coins.

“Wait, no, James, I’ll pay.” She insisted but he shook his head.

“No can do.” He smiled and grabbed the bag from the owner before waving her goodbye and grabbing Y/n’s hand, leading her out of the shop, the bag softly thumping against his toned thighs. Oh, those quidditch thighs.

“Thank you, James.” Y/n said as they once again walked through the streets.

“Don’t thank me just yet, sweetheart.” He said and pulled her along hurriedly. “Food time.” He said with a smile as they neared a circle of trees, he went behind the girl. “This, my love, is when you go blind.” Y/n smiled as his warm, calloused hands went over her eyes and he carefully led her through the trees, the bag of books hanging from the inside of his elbow. “Careful, there's a fallen branch right there.” James whispered softly in Y/n’s ear, causing warmth to flood her body.

“Thank you.” She said back, equally as quiet as the birds happily chirped around them.

“Okay, you can stop walking now.” He said and she did as told. “Three, two, one.” he removed her hands and she gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth as she looked at the sight before her eyes. Candles floated in the air like they did in the Great Hall and there was an elegant red and white picnic blanket covered in an array of food. James gently led her to the picnic blanket and laid down on his side as Y/n sat with her legs outstretched.

James propped himself up with his elbow, “So?” he asked.

“James, it’s- it’s beautiful.” Y/n admitted, feeling very grateful she finally said yes to his consistent asking.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He said and winked, before quickly grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry. “Cringy, I know, but eat it. They’re good.” He encouraged, reaching up and bringing it to her lips, trying to push past them. Y/n laughed through her nose as she tried to keep her lips shut before giving in and taking a bite.

She groaned as she relished the flavor, “Strawberries are so good.” James nodded in agreement.

“You should read to me.” James said, grabbing the book bag and passing it to her, before readjusting himself and laying his head in Y/n’s lap. She smiled and grabbed one of the books, opening it with her right hand and letting her left gently play with a strand of James’ hair.

After a few moments of reading quietly to James, Y/n spared a glance at the forest in front of her and gasped quietly, urging James to look over. Standing just in view were a doe and stag, lovingly rubbing their heads together. Y/n, not knowing anything about the importance of a stag in James’ life, thought it was just a cute coincidence. James, however, knew it had to be a sign.

“One last stop.” James said, once again, for what seemed like the thousandth time, led Y/n by hand through the less busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” Y/n asked and James nodded.

“Of course I did, the most magnificent girl on Earth said yes to date, I had to make sure she knew how special she was.” He answered, looking ahead. Something Y/n was thankful for as she was sure her face turned tomato red.

After just a moment they neared a large open area with many greenhouses.

“A nursery?” Y/n questioned, not knowing Hogsmeade even had one.

James smiled proudly, looking back at her, “Mhm! A little birdy, who goes by the name of Sirius, told me how much you loved flowers, so I figured you’d like to come here.” He said as he dragged her past the entrance and into the endless aisles of flowers.

“James, the flamingo flies!” Y/n said excitedly as she pointed at the metal flamingo whose body was swaying slightly in the wind, giving it the impression of flying.

“I wish I could fly.” James said. “That would be so cool.”

Y/n snorted, “James, you can fly.”

James stood in confusion for a moment before his eyes lit up as he remembered his broomstick, “Oh, yeah!”

“So, which is your favorite?” James asked and Y/n smiled as she spotted them and led him to them.

“Forget me nots.” She informed him, looking at the flower with a happy glint in her eyes.

“Ah, well, fear not, fair maiden. Forget you, I will not.” James said with a funny face and Y/n laughed at his ridiculousness.

The two walked around, gazing at the flowers and admiring their beauty. James watched Y/n with a soft smile as her fingers grazed the petals with the utmost gentleness, barely even bending the fragile beauty. In a moment of love, he grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle, careful not to let her fall into the flowers. She laughed giddily as her hands went to James’ shoulders to steady her. The two made eye contact, their hearts beating in sync as their faces neared each other. Y/n could feel James’ breath fan against her face and the warmth radiating from his lips as they got closer. In a quick moment, their lips touched as fireworks went off around them.

However, everything was silenced and the two pulled away quickly as a grouchy old lady cleared her throat, annoyed at the two lovesick teens for blocking the aisle. James cleared his throat as well before bowing his head at the woman with a tightlipped smile, obviously trying to hold in his laughter.

“We’re sorry, ma’am. We’ll be on our way.” He said before grabbing Y/n’s hand and rushing past the old woman. After they were a good enough distance from her they burst out laughing, finding the situation absolutely hilarious.

James groaned with an open mouth smile, running a hand over his face, messing up his glasses. Y/n took a step closer to the boy and gently fixed his glasses, a proud smile on her face when they were perfectly straight.

“You want to buy some flowers, flower?” James asked softly and Y/n nodded with a smile. “Forget me nots it is, so you never forget me.”

Y/n smiled, “You’re right. I’ll always remember you.”

#aanoia #romance #james & peter & remus & sirius #james potter x reader #remus loves sirius #sirius black #sirius being sirius #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders era #marauders x reader #the marauders #marauders #marauders map

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stgosupremacy · 8 months

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MY SATOGOU GOODBYE RANT.

so yeah i said i would do one so here i am. honestly dont know how long this will be so let's get stuck in lmao <33

I'm starting after the 'im glad i met you part', bc i kind of already did a post on that anyway lol (and just wanted to add, in the dub they changed it to 'I'm sure glad i met you,' and Ash says it so soft omg i literally died on the spot watching it ;-;

(headsup ignore the fact some of the images are off a youtube channel i couldn't find the scenes💀)

so i hope this is all in order, but this bit is so so SO sweet when Goh tells him 'thanks for reaching out for me' like no surprise i was literally crying at that point like sgdxkjnfsgf it's so sweet to me that without Ash none of his journey would have really happened, but tbf you could say the same for all of his companion tbh. either way, i am very glad goh met satoshi too omg <3 🥺

theennnnnn this part is Ash just offering some sweet words of advice and comfort, talking ab their dreams ect, like, nothing too bittersweet to see here, but i guess you can say the way he said 'WE' and meant both of them is sweet lmao

OK so on the palm of our hands thing i have a few things to say

first of all i love how Ash knew that he knew what to continue with bc they are just so in sync with each other ofc <3 and OFC they had to put that scene in for the last episode, like when it was in the Mewto episode for the first time, i was honestly screaming of how cute it was LIKE THE FACT ASH MADE THE LITTLE ADD ON OF 'OUR HANDS' IN THE FIRST TIME THEY DID IT JUST MAKES IT EVEN MORE CUTER EJHSKF

but anyways as much as i love this scene because of how 'the future is in the palm of our hands', can be interpreted in some otherways, 👀 I also couldnt help but thing about something else.

after/before the Project mew stuff actually started/finished (pretty sure it was after,) we see a scene of Goh, Gary and Horace using the 'palm of our hands' phrase together, and yeah its rlly cute lmao, but i was kind of hoping it was something unique for Ash and Goh, not trying to be a fusspot, but i think the scene now feels slightly less special to me now Goh used it with some other people?

I mean sure, ash and goh were still the first people who did it, and it IS their kind of thing lmao, like they created it. Even tho it was just an initial thought, it is still really sweet that goh used it with others don't get me wrong <3

when i was watching this i was like no way this is it lol like are you not gonna confess

jokes but thankfully they made a bittttt more to it (and good bc if they left it there I would be sitting there like what)

so they start to walk away from each other and you see Goh is still quite sad while Ash is still holding up, my heart was dying </3

STOP IT WHEN GOH STOPPED AND HE WAS ABOUT TO CRY AAAAAAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺

BUT OFC

OFC ASH HAS TO CALL OUT TO HIM AND THE WAY GOH'S EYES HAVE THE LITTLE SPARKLE WHEN HE HEARS HIS VOICE 💖 The fact Ash actually thought while he was walking away 'oh shit need to check up on the bf' lol and climbed up the little hill to wave him off again is the cutest thing; CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE this made their whole goodbye for me tbh 💕💕💕

SUPPORTIVE BROS FOR REAL <3

ofc they want each other to achieve their dreams aww

ok but THIS

the bit where they nod at each other is so comforting to me like it's weird, but it gave me a little more satisfaction i'll say, lmao. also gives you a hint that they are wrapping up the goodbyes fully so it gave me some very brief preparation time 😢

and with that, Goh runs off into the distance.

</3 (my boy has grown up sm) 🥺

OK i do love that when he runs off, he's more confident, and when it switches back to Ash, it has him watching over Goh until he can't see him anymore, which is rlly cute <333 ahhh they're so pure man

Ash runs off to his new journey too, and he begins to talk about Pallet Town to Pikachu...

Thats it

yeah

SOOOOO BASICALLY THIS IS MORE OF THE RANT SECTION:

uhmmm so first things first. Did i like the goodbye for them? Well, yeah, it was quite cute, especially the end part where Ash gives him that last bit of encouragement and called out his name, because SHEESH if they left that part out and gave them that first goodbye without Ash calling out to him, and they just left each other....yeah, i wouldn't be happy.

see, i just kind of thought they deserved a bit better. It was v cute and all, but like they've been through so much together 😭 😭 😭 😭 like I'm saying this as a shipper but still 😂 tbf if they hugged I probably would have cried but let's be honest I could cry at anything at this point

but hey what we got was pretty cute, I just would have tweaked some things because honesty this duo are literally the closest I've ever seen in the anime, and I would have hoped for a little bit more, BUT IT'S FINE IT HAPPENED *mentally counts*

9 MONTHS AGO (??? where has the time gone)

but thank you for coming to my TED talk <33

#pokemon anime #anipoke #ash ketchum #pokemon goh #firstfriendshipping #satogou #ash x goh #goh pokemon #i miss them #pokemon journeys #fatedencountershipping #pokemon #episode 136 #ash and goh goodbye

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claire-starsword · 5 months

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Watched a full playthrough of Sonic Dream Team, some spoilery thoughts under the cut:

Sonic last line being "glad to have you back" to Cream feels very much like a wink to the 4th wall lmao. While I still suspect her being added late to the game given the intro, the plot was very clearly written with love for her. I adore that every Cream plot is essentially "Cream gets to make a new friend who is something quite buckwild for a little girl to befriend". Otherworldly fire princesses, murder robots, and so on. I would if Gemerl and Ariem showed up together in IDW at some point.

Really wish the cutscenes weren't a bunch of panels flying around too, either do animated cutscenes or lean into the fact you're using still pictures and try to frame it like a comic, making a bunch of awkward slide transition just feels like the worst of both worlds here.

Back to the topic that matters (Cream), I love that "Cheese, get 'em" seems to be a catchphrase of hers now, but it rings very hollow in a game where, to my understanding, Cheese never attacks. To be fair the game seems designed in a way where no attacks other than homing attacks would matter, but it's still a bit sad that her return after pretty much two decades doesn't include her main concept, Cheese feels like just a decoration through the whole game. They could have done something in cutscenes at least, as opposed to making her a damsel in the final battle when the plot already is about rescuing her once. I feel it's a waste to not give her the occasional badass moment when she's a regular character in gameplay, and overpowered in certain games.

I do appreciate that Knuckles is the one to rescue her though, they don't interact much. And him lifting her up in the ending is super cute, though her bland expression in that kinda kills the mood, not the renders' best moment. We also don't get to see a hug between her and Ariem in the end which is evil. The whole thing has so many parallels with Advance 3's extra ending that I expected it to be just as cute. Missed opportunity.

Another thought on the ending is that, Tails is the only character to not have a moment in the final boss battle??? There's kinda of a plot reason for it but it's still quite sad. I do wonder if it's another hint of Cream being added late, if the battle was meant for five characters and they just gave her Tails' section and made up some plot to justify it, but that is pushing the conspiration theory a bit. Her role ended up pretty okay so I don't mind it was a late addition or what, it's just funny to wonder what happened.

#*slaps roof of me* this baby can fit so many thoughts about a rabbit on it #sonic series #sonic dream team #sonic dream team spoilers #cream the rabbit #anyway. i really hope this is a real actual comeback as a frequent playable character #as opposed to just bringing the girl out for a spin

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thislovintime · 1 year

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At rehearsals for, and the taping of, 33 ⅓ Revolutions Per Monkee, November 1968.

"I just basically think that I wasn’t feeling a part of it anymore already by that point, I’d already felt like I was odd man out, and of course I quit almost immediately thereafter." - Peter Tork, Headquarters radio, 1989

“I’d always had deep doubts, ever since the session for ‘Last Train To Clarksville.’ I walked in there with my guitar and Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart looked at me with derision and scorn, like, ‘Guitar in your hand, you fool!’ That was the end of it for me. Right there I was done with The Monkees in large measure. I struggled against it with some success at one point. But after Headquarters nobody wanted to be a recording group anymore. I did what I could, but I didn’t feel like there was any reason for me to be there anymore. I wanted to be in a rock group.” - Peter Tork, Head 1994 liner notes

"This last tour of Australia and Japan wasn’t fun because I felt hideously under-rehearsed. I was constantly pushing for rehearsals, and they were constantly saying well, like later. We couldn’t get together. Also, we didn’t play any new music this last concert tour. It was all old tunes, nothing from our newer albums, and it was a bore. But I think they suspected I was leaving anyway. For me, a lot of the pressure was off. When I felt a part of the group every time someone said something that jarred my sensibilities, I’d raise a huge ruckus and everybody thought I was out of my mind. While we were making the TV Special, knowing I was not going to be there any longer, I just thought to myself — I don’t have to worry about this thing — and I just let everything slide off my back. They must have thought something was screwy. Then I finally told them, ‘Gentlemen I’m in negotiations to resign from the group.’ And they said, ‘Okay, well, there’s not much time, we’d better get to work on this Special.’ So we taped the thing and that’s the last I saw of them. The last day of the taping they gave me this little testimonial memorial watch.’ From his pocket Peter drew out a silver, antique-looking timepiece with the back side engraved, ‘To Peter Tork, from the guys down at work.’ ‘I’m free, I don’t know what I’ll be going. I’m actually a little apprehensive, because there’s no doing that there are three other incredibly talented fellows out there. They’re very talented guys.  Mike is one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. Micky is even funnier and Davy is just cute as a button. Who could ask for anything more? Davy dances so great, did you see him dance in the film? I’ve not seen dancing like that on the screen except from Fred Astaire. The only other thing is that I’m both really relieved and really, really apprehensive. I’m terribly glad and also terribly sad.’” - NME, January 25, 1969 (x)

"When I broke up with The Monkees, I left because I couldn’t get those guys back into the studio to do the same kind of thing that we’d done on our third album, which was Micky on drums, Michael on guitar, me on piano, our producer on bass, Davy Jones playing rhythm sections, and then hiring the occasional string player or something like that. [...] I wanted the guys to be a real, live group. I had this Pinocchio/Geppetto complex, you know. And when they wouldn’t go for it, I really — it burned me out. And there I was being burnt out because things wouldn’t happen my way, and it was a case of His Majesty The Baby, trying to, you know, have his own way. If I had had the good sense God gave me, I might have noticed that I was having my own personal way, that is, in the sense that I wanted for myself was happening. I could be in the studio playing bass or guitar or piano on every single cut The Monkees did from then on if I wanted to, but that wasn’t enough for me, I wanted things for other people to do, otherwise I wanted to produce and direct and write the script for the whole shebang. [...] [After Headquarters] everybody said, ‘Well, that’s enough of that, thanks very much.’ And I went, ‘No, no, no, you’ve got to do it the way we planned, the way I had in mind for us to do,’ you know. The fact that everybody went along with what looked like my plan obscured my vision of the fact that everybody was doing what it was they thought they had to do for reasons of their own. And when their reasons changed, and their behavior changed, and my plan didn’t change, I went after them screaming to try to mend my shattered illusions. What a jerk.” - Peter Tork, NPR, 1983 (x)

"The last official get-together I had with The Monkees was when they gave me a $6 watch upon my retirement from the group. They all chipped in and even had it engraved: ‘To Peter from the guys at work.’“ - Peter Tork, The Monkees: The Day-By-Day Story (2005)

“We gave him a watch and our blessing when he left. We never thought of replacing him — there’s only one Peter Tork in the world. Who knows, maybe in two or three years’ time he’ll come back?” - Michael Nesmith, Melody Maker, March 1, 1969

Q: “So, when you left, did you want to be known as the former Monkee or did you want to erase that part of your past —” Peter Tork: “I tried to erase it.” Q: “— and start anew.” PT: “I tried to erase it completely.” Q: “How do you do that?” PT: “Well, you just don’t do anything connected with it, just absolutely refuse to have anything to do with it, and… basically what I did was I retreated into — I wound up retreating into Marin County, California, which is just north of San Francisco. And there I worked, I belonged to a worker-owned restaurant, waited tables and was part of the cooperative that owned and operated the restaurant. Nominally owned the restaurant; it was actually owned by this guy whose parents had left him some GM stock, and he bought this thing and the co-op was supposed to pay him to buy him out over the long haul. I think they have done finally, I think it’s now a real workers’ co-op. And I worked there, and I retreated, and nobody said anything to me about my Monkees past except one or two guys said, you know, ‘I’m glad to see you just on the street schlepping around,’ that kind of thing, which made me feel good. I belonged to a few groups; I belonged to a thing called the Fairfax Street Choir, which had 35 voices in the rock section and was very hard to stage. (laughs) Those little coffee house stages, 35 guys and women. And I also belonged to a kind of second on the bill act in San Francisco called Osceola for a year or so. And that kind of thing. And nobody said anything about The Monkees to me.” - NPR, June 1983 (x)

“I needed to go off and do other things.” - Peter Tork, Countdown, April 1987

“This thing sort of came together and came apart, you know. And as soon as it began to come apart, all that I wanted was, you know, slipping through my fingers.” - Peter Tork, The Monkees E! True Hollywood Story (1999)

“If the truth be known, the day Peter quit was probably the happiest day of Mike’s life. They’d never really gotten along, right from day one. Mike had always perceived of Peter as untenable, and they’d always been adversarial, if not outright combative. Finally he was out of the way. Now Mike could get on with doing what he had always wanted to do, make the Monkees his group. And I was happy to go along. I respected Mike and his music and was quite prepared to go along for the ride. I was flouring as a writer/producer myself, and I saw Peter’s abdication as a minor setback at most. Basically, I think the three of us really thought that would be able to go on, just as we had before, and nobody would even notice there were only three people on stage instead of four — after all Peter didn’t sing on many of the songs anyway. How naive. […] I supposed it depends on whom you talk to, but as far as I’m concerned, the day Peter quit was the day the music died (apologies to Don McLean).” - Micky Dolenz, I’m A Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music, And Madness (1993)

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annegirl13 · 1 year

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I went back to work yesterday and finished four books! (I’m a fast reader and they were middle grade books and a picture book, so not too hard to get through.) I’m going to put most of this under a cut, as it’s quite long.

In short, I gave Out of the Dust 3 stars, Sisters 5 stars, Matilda 5 stars, and Diary of a Wombat 5 stars.

There’s an example. It’s very interesting, and the story was definitely one that could spark discussion in a class.

The problem—and it’s a problem you run into with a lot of stories about that period—is that it is depressing! It is a very sad story about people struggling, both because of the situation they’re living in and because of their relationships with each other.

Honestly, if I had a choice to teach this book or another, I’d choose another. (If you’re looking for a good one, I suggest Esperanza Rising by Pam Muñoz Ryan.)

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Sisters by Raina Telgemeier is a graphic novel I’ve seen kids reading for years now. It’s autobiographical and is about Raina and her younger sister growing up and going on a road trip with their mom and their little brother. It was really cute, well told, and well drawn. There were a lot of parts that reminded me of myself and my siblings. I understand why it appeals to so many kids. I finished it wondering…is there a sequel? (I’ll have to find out!)

Here’s a couple of examples of pages from the book. It’s so cute! If you’ve ever been a big sister or a little sister, you’ll enjoy it.

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Matilda by Roald Dahl is a reread for me, but it’s been years since I read it. It was fun to read it during class (I picked it up while the kids were having independent reading; got to set a good example, you know) because several of the girls had seen Matilda the Musical on Netflix over winter break. One of them was also reading the book! We had a good time talking about the differences between the book and the movie. I had fun reading the book and seeing how much both the old Matilda movie and the new musical took directly from the book.

The only issue I had (and it was a small and insignificant one) was a small section where Matilda said that “Mister C.S. Lewis and Mister Tolkien didn’t put any funny parts in their books.” I’ll admit, it’s been a few years since I last read Tolkien, but I think there are some funny bits in LOTR and The Hobbit, and in Narnia. I think Matilda was smart enough to read those books but maybe needed somebody to read aloud to her to help her understand. I’m sure Miss Honey read to her once she adopted her, though.

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Diary of a Wombat was a last minute addition to my reading day. I picked it up out of a pile of picture books and read it in about five minutes. It is really cute. It’s about a wombat who gets new human “neighbors” and the chaos that ensues. It would be really fun to read when talking about point of view and I could see using it as part of a “personal narrative” unit. I could also see reading it to younger students when doing a unit on Australia or Australian animals, or just animals in general. You could even pair it with a nonfiction text about wombats and their behavior. The pictures are cute and, well, I admit that some of it made me want to be a wombat. (“Morning: slept. Afternoon: slept . Evening: demanded carrots. Slept.”. What a good life.)

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Have you guys read any of these books? What did you think of them?

Also, I’ve started thinking about this today—do you prefer physical books, audiobooks, or ebooks?

#book review #matilda #sisters #out of the dust #miss anne reads #diary of a wombat

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genshin-impact-fics · 3 years

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Streamer!Genshin Meeting Character!(Y/n) for the First Time

Characters: Scaramouche, Childe, Albedo, Kaeya, Venti

Scaramouche:

His viewers were constantly requesting that he play this game that’s been out for a little while now that was called Genshin Impact. So he finally gave in to see what all the talk was about

Getting through the tutorial and the first part of the chapter felt so long; visually it was beautiful as the story was pretty decent so far.

It wasn’t until he got to Liyue in the archon quest that things seemed to pick up for him. The character who saved him from almost getting arrested kind of irked him; it reminded him of his one roommate who was a rich kid type.

It wasn’t till the release of the event Unreconciled Stars that once again many of his followers flooded his messages telling him he needed to play the event during his streams so they could see his reaction to meeting a new character.

Curiosity peaked after hearing a bit that the character would be an electro catalyst. Which he started to play it instead of holding off for a few days; honestly he really wasn’t expecting much

It was until he finally saw you appear; he was a bit surprised as you weren’t exactly how he pictured you yet you looked cute but in a cool way? A little more of the interaction he’s a little on the fence on how he feels about you but he was interested in where this event was going, there was something just a little bit… off

Progressing he was a little bit bummed since he thought there would have been a bit more interaction with you. That was until he was back in Mondstadt with Mona who was helping solve this mystery when pleasantly surprised that you’ve showed up. Until Mona seemed to have some sort of revelation that caused her to teleport them all out of there

Needless to say he wasn’t happy that he was taken away from seeing you. “Excuse me you bring me back,” was his initial reaction but continued to watch when it was more clear that you were there to kill him. You were that other harbinger; number six of the fatui harbingers and the moment you snapped at one of the agents, you had instantly become one of his absolute favorites.

Childe:

Though his viewers have been requesting to play the soon released game Genshin Impact he has actually been long awaiting for this game.

To celebrate the release it was going to be a long stream as he’s stocked up on water and energy drinks and snacks. He’s definitely planning to do a giveaway for his viewers (though he won’t bring it up until he finally unlocks the wishing feature)

He enjoyed the plot so far as the conflict with Dvalin has been resolved but now the ameno archon’s gnosis was stolen by some woman who appeared out of nowhere. Soon to learn about the fatui group and their eleven harbingers

Off to Liyue at long last! There’s been chatter of one character that shows up fairly early in the quest and he is very curious to encounter whoever this character was

He was finally at the part where Rex Lapis came crashing down from the sky dead and now was sneaking to get to the exit. Definitely took him a couple of times and in the process of it all he was certainly singing the whole “Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious” song

Finally getting the cutscene where his character gets chased after unfortunately making sound. When things looked like it was going to turn into a fight he was surprised when hearing a new voice say “I got this one sweetie”. His mouth has dropped in pure awe of watching your character flip from above appearing out of thin air as you handled the Millelith with ease

Hearing you say follow me he had such a grin on his face; “Don’t gotta ask me twice I’ll follow you anywhere”. Of course his viewers in chat were raving and just spamming the laughing emote as the cutscene continued in a safe place

Looking at your character model admiring you as the reveal that you were a part of the harbingers but seemed to be rather friendly. “You guys I’m in love. (Y/n) better be a playable character at some point… I’ll be sad if I don’t get to travel the world with them” he says as when he finds out you're rich his initial thought was “So are they going to spoil me or do I get to spoil them? Cuz I really want it to be the second one” He hadn’t known you for long but he already wants to give you the world

Venti:

He was mainly known for his streams where he’ll sing or perform some of the instruments he enjoys and many of the games he’d play were a lot of rhythm games or one of the hilarious simulator games; so for him to pick up Genshin Impact it’s a little outside of the typical games he’ll usually play

He really loves the music so far, if the music wasn’t to his liking he’d probably drop it. Will probably take a moment to just listen to it and talk about what possible instruments used to compose it

After running around the world and looking for chests and whatever materials he saw along the way. He suddenly saw the big dragon fly over head and now making his way to the whispering woods to look for the feathered looking dragon

The cut scene started and there was the dragon on a rock but then he saw you; he doesn’t know anything about you but having seen you in some of the images that the company released he’s been interested in your character!

During your moment with your old friend had was making this face 🥺 but then that was when the snapping sound echoed causing the dragon to freak out and leave in a gust of wind. “Noooo I’m so sorry” he’s shouting at the screen when he watched the expression on your face turn sad before you seemed to just vanish

Has been bummed out since he hadn’t seen your character in a while until he saw you running with a lyre in your hand, he only fell in more love with you as he was running around with you trying to get the holy lyre from the church

Albedo:

It had been a while since more of the story was out but of course he’d play to do his commissions and gather materials he needed, but when his viewers showed him the announcement of the newest section of the map will be released; oh there was a new temperature mechanic that if it was too cold that his characters could freeze to death

Generally that would be fine… but he enjoys stopping and admiring the scenery which he easily gets distracted so he’s probably going to keep forgetting to stand by fire a lot

But the best part of all: they were introducing you, the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. The one that was talked about by so many characters in their voice lines he finally was going to get a face to the name

He was already not liking that the so called ‘nun’ was insinuating that you weren’t trustworthy; the AUDACITY! Sure he hadn’t known your character long but he will defend you wholeheartedly, you have this charismatic to you that he’s just smitten

“If one day, I lose control… Destroy Mondstadt… Destroy everything… Can I rely on you to stop me?” After hearing that last line he needs a minute to take a double take to make sure he heard that correctly. “I swear if this is some sort of indication of something bad happening and I have to fight (y/n) I will not be happy,” he’s saying of course looking to his camera

Kaeya:

So many of his viewers were requesting that he play Genshin Impact as of course it would be a little different from the games he’s played in the past (Ya can’t tell me he wouldn’t have played Huniepop and doki doki literature club), but the idea of attractive characters in the game? He’s sold as the few characters he saw pictures of it seemed promising.

So he starts streaming it and all is going smoothly so far… Until it was time to learn about gliding right before Stormterror attacks and the mini flying fight happened

Once the cutscene starts he’s watching leaning back in his chair a bit until a clapping sound starts and that’s when everyone in chat was losing it and spamming the heart eyes emotes. Seeing you come into the shot he’s got a small little smirk; you were hot. He only seemed to love your character even more after hearing that you were the cavalry captain

When it came time to do your trail quest (which of course was the first one he went to do) he’s very much looking at your design and admiring your charming features. He asks his viewers if he leaves the domain if he gets to keep you or if you were one of the five stars that he’d have to wish for, spoilers don’t really bother him if he really wants to know what happens.

Seeing your summon art once he left he’s ecstatic that you will be forever in his team and once he’s able to he’s going farming so he can build you up

#genshin impact #streamer au #genshin impact fanfic #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #venti the bard #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin albedo #genshin childe #tartagilla #reader impact

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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hey bestie

https://www.tiktok.com/@gublrv/video/6969724886377893126?sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=6970592691851838981&is_from_webapp=v1&is_copy_url=0

maybe a oneshot based of this great edit, y/n and Spencer decide to have a baby🥺

Okay so the link did work but pretty sure I found the right one based on the profile!

TikTok Link

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Fatherhood

Husband Spencer x AFAB reader

Content trigger warnings: mentions of starting a family, pregnancy, birth, implied sexual content

The first time you noticed it, I mean really noticed it, was after you and and Spencer had been baby sitting Henry and Michael. Spencer loved his godson’s like they were his own children, that was no secret. But this time when JJ came to pick them up from your shared apartment, there was a sadness in his eyes. He held to them a little tighter and a little longer before waving goodbye as they left with their mother.

You didn’t ask or pry, but you could see it, his longing to have kids around his home for more than just a few hours. And if you held him a little closer that night well, he certainly didn’t mind.

The next time you noticed was on a shopping trip. You had dragged him to the department store to buy some desperately needed clothes. On the way to the men’s section, the two of you had to pass right by the baby clothes.

“So what do you want to start with, shirts, sweaters, pants?”

No answer came.

“Spencer?”

You turned around to see you had left him standing far behind you, holding what looked to be baby clothes between his fingers. You wakes back over to stand just behind him, and saw he was looking at the cutest little onesie, with a bear reading a story with the words “bookworm in training” printed across the top.

“Looks perfect for future little baby Reid doesn’t it?” You hummed happily and you wrapped your arm around his waist, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder.

That’s as much as you decided to say. Spencer would speak up when he was ready. It had been discussed before, and you trusted him to let you know when he knew it was time. And you? Well you had been ready since the moment he became your boyfriend, now husband.

The last straw was a photo sent to you by Derek, with Spencer holding what looked to be a freshly sprouted new born in his arms. He was looking down at the baby with so much adoration and joy. It looked so natural for him. Fatherhood certainly unlocked a new level of attractiveness for him that you never thought possible.

Y/N: Did he finally give in and run off with someone’s baby? 😂

Derek: not quite...I’ll let him tell the story 😏

Spencer was home later that night, handsome as ever with a confident smile adorning his boyish features. You ran to him without hesitation, basking in the warmth of his embrace before pulling him into a kiss full of all the passion you could muster.

“Mmm I missed you too” he mumbled against your lips with a giggle, letting his hands settle on your hips before pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

“I have something I want to talk to you about,” he whispered lovingly.

The look in his eyes told you it was good news.

“Does it have anything to do with that adorable baby you were holding?” You had a hunch...

“Yeah I uhh, I actually helped deliver him. It was incredible. But it got me thinking... and I think, no. I know that I’m ready.”

“Ready for what exactly?” You teased, leaning in to kiss the tip of his button nose, to which he responded with a cute little nose scrunch.

“If you’re ready, if you still want to that is. I mean I understand if you’re not. This kind of decision requires two people who are ready. Well and two people to execute it usually... I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with that part. But it just keeps coming up and it feels like the right time and I just...”

He was getting anxious, overthinking as usual. You put your hands gently on his face to pull him in for a a soft, sweet kiss. “Breathe baby. Tell me what’s going on?”

The kiss had the intended effect as you watched the tension leave his body. He took a deep breath and continued.

“I want to try for a baby.”

He waited patiently for your response. You looked in his eyes and saw no anxiety, no fear, no uncertainty or hesitation. He meant it, and he was ready.

You pulled him in for a much more heated kiss, threading your fingers into his hair as your tongue teased at his lips.

Spencer gave in only to end up pulling back a few moments in, slightly out of breath.

“Wait what are you doing?”

You gave him a bit of a smirk as your hands played with the curls at the base of his neck.

“I’m ready too, Spence.”

“Right now?” His eyes lit up as his voice squeaked with excitement.

You answered silently, taking his hand and pulling him into the bedroom

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One month later you found yourself back in the department store, purchasing a certain onesie and a gift bag to hide it.

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #mgg #dad Spencer #pregnancy #birth #family #delivery

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Animal Instinct

well here’s another little story. Featuring Boris this time. A little venting here in this one. I’m just going to stick with my oc Elisa for this one and it helped me write it faster.

Just want to say thanks again to @illiana-mystery and @curbitkirby for their support.

This is mostly fluff and comfort here with some silly cats too. Also a little bit of domestic abuse here with swearing.

Elisa sighed as she got home from work. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the weekend. She wished she had put in for overtime instead at work. She trudged towards the door and heard a familiar meow. She saw little Fred coming over and purring as he rubbed against her leg.

"Hey Fred. You should go home it's late." She smiled tiredly. Fred was a little black and white cat that liked to cause trouble. She came home from work one night and she him. She thought he was lost so she ended up taking him back to his home. Apparently he belonged to Boris Plots, a local mortician. That was how she met Boris as he came to the door in his robe and tired eyes.

"I found your cat." She said hesitantly.

"Oh sorry, Fred, are you causing trouble again?" Boris laughed as he set the cat down. He sat there and looked at the two almost a little too smug. "He's an outside cat. I have a little door for him right here." Boris said, tapping on the door with his foot.

"Oh! I'm so sorry to wake you up!" She said embarrassed.

"No, it's alright. You must be able indoor cat owner."

"Yeah, got a black cat named Salem at home." She nods.

"Lovely, oh sorry, but I'm Boris Plots." He said holding out his hand.

"Elisa Prime." She smiled as they shook hands.

"Nightowl eh?"

"Yeah, plus I just got home from work. I work at a factory." She explained.

"That's amazing!" He gasped excitedly.

"Thank you." She blushed.

"Meow!" Fred suddenly speaks up. He's rubbing against her leg again.

"Well, sorry to bother you have a good night."

"Don't worry, thank you. Goodnight." He smiles and grabs Fred. "Didn't I tell you to stop scaring concerned pet owners?" Boris huffs at Fred before going back to bed. Fred still made his late night visits. Elisa gave him some treats before going inside to feed her own cat. She sighed as she sat down and had a drink. Her boyfriend was coming over tomorrow night for dinner. He was a car mechanic and didn't seem to approve of her independence. It never failed to aggravate her. Hell, sometimes trying to figure out finger was like pulling teeth with him. He didn't like to cook for her, but she was always expected to cook for him. It felt like she was being treated like a stupid house wife. She didn't want to think about it anymore so she changed and went to bed.

Xxxxxxx

She wasn't surprised to run into Boris while she was grocery shopping. He was a good man and so cute. Of course they met at the pet food section.

"Hi Boris." She waved.

"Oh hi Elisa!" He smiled. "How's Salem?"

"Doing well. I saw Fred last night."

"Im shocked." He playfully huffs. She grabbed a bunch of the pate canned food, while Boris grabbed a variety.

"You're lucky. Salem will only eat pates. I don't know why. He's a picky cat." She grumbles.

"Wow, that is odd." Boris said curiously. "Busy tonight?"

"Yeah, boyfriend is coming over."

"You don’t sound happy about it." He says concerned.

"He's just been aggravating lately." She answers.

"I’m sorry to hear that." He says sincerely.

"Thank you Boris." She smiles. "What about you?"

"Just me and the cat I'm afraid. He chuckles

"Well any girl would be lucky to have you." She says encouragingly making Boris blush. In truth he cared for Elisa. He could see the sadness in her eyes and it broke his heart. She deserved to be happy and so much more. A buzzing sounded and Elisa's phone went off, bringing Boris back from his thoughts. It must have not been a good message as she's frowning. "Sorry, got to go, his majesty calls." She says rolling her eyes.

"Good luck." Boris nods.

Xxxxxx

Dinner wasn't much fun. Right away her boyfriend complained how dinner wasn't ready.

"I’m sorry, the meat took longer than I thought to cook." She says.

"Hello cat." He says. He reached out to pet Salem and the cat hissed and ran away into Elisa's bedroom. "Shit head."

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Elisa protests.

"He does that every time. You should get rid of him."

"I’m not getting rid of Salem. He probably just doesn't like the cigarette smell on you." She explains.

"Where's my beer?"

"In the fridge." She huffs. He grumbles as he has to get it while she's getting the food in order.

"Done yet?"

"Almost." She answers. She takes the meat out of the overnight and grabs some plates. He takes one from her and grabs a steak with a big helping of potatoes, not leaving her much. She's glad she made herself some rice too. Just as she sets her plate on the table he starts again.

"Hey, can you get me some A1 sauce and a knife?" She nearly glares at him but doesn't argue. Once she sits down he starts talking about his work day. He seems irritated that he doesn't comment. "What, am I boring you?" He snaps.

"Actually yes you are. I don't want to be in this relationship anymore." She stated.

"Oh come on babe, don't be like that."

“No! I mean it! You’re not going to treat me like some house wife that’s supposed to do your bidding.” She snaps.

“Well you shouldn’t be in a factory anyway. You’re too small and a man could do it better.” He smirks. He has that look that says he’s been wanting to say that for a while now.

“Get out! Just get out!” She shouts.

“Ha, what a joke. Your food is horrible too you bitch!” He huffs. Salem comes out and hisses at him again. “Fuck off you piece of shit!” He says and goes to kick him.

“No!” Elisa cries out. He ends up kicking her thigh as she blocks him and she shouts in pain before he leaves. Elisa groans, clutching her leg. Salem meows in worry. “I’m sorry buddy. I should have listened to you.” She sighs tiredly. She’s in too much pain to get up. Her shaky hands find her phone and she dials a number.

“Plots.” Boris answers.

“Boris…can you help me?” She whimpers.

“Elisa! Oh my god what happened?!” He gasps.

“Can you help me?

“Of course! Where are you? Are you home?”

“Yeah…” She gave him her address and he was over in a flash with a first aid kit. He gasps when he sees her. He easily picks her up and carries her to her bed.

“Where does it hurt?” He asks looking around. She points to her thigh. As respectfully as he can he pushes her shorts up and a big bruise is already forming that is black and blue. “Ice pack…ice pack.” He searches his kit and finds the packet. He crunches it and it turns cold. “Here.” He puts it on her skin gently, but she still flinches.

“Thanks.” She grimaces. She looks at him sadly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.” She whispers as she starts to cry.

“No, no, Elisa don’t cry. Don’t cry.” He pleads gently wiping her eyes.

“My…now ex he…he went to go kick Salem and I got in front of him and he got me instead.” She explains.

“Where is he? I’ll kill him!” Boris snarls looking around.

“He left.”

“Well tomorrow I’m going to take you to the police station and help you file charges.”

“I don’t know…”

“Elisa, he assaulted you. You’re going to need an x-ray too.” He insists.

“I guess.” She shrugs weakly.

“I’ll help you through it.” He smiles.

“Thank you Boris.” Salem comes up and starts purring and rubbing on Boris immediately.

“You must be Salem.” He says and pets the cat. He gets a blanket on her and sees the food still on the table. He heats it up and even cuts up Elisa’s steak to help her.

“Boris you didn’t have to do that but thank you.” She says as she takes the plate. “You can have the other plate if you want.” She adds.

“Thank you.” He nods. When he comes back into the room she pats the other side of the bed for him to get on. They eat quietly with Salem sitting at their feet. “This is delicious. Everything is perfect….the plate I mean.” He blushes.

“Thank you Boris. Do you think it’s wrong for me to work at a factory?”

“Absolutely not! You can do whatever you want.” He says encouragingly. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I honestly didn’t want to be in charge of the funeral home. I’ve always wanted to be a ballroom dancer.” He admits.

“Boris that sounds amazing!”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re the best. Could you dance for me?”

“Well…I…I…” He stutters and blushes.

“Please, just a little?” She says batting her eyelashes.

“Alright, just for you.” He says getting up. He carefully picks up Salem and starts to dance. Elisa cheers and claps as she can’t get enough of it. He puts Salem back down on the bed and he lays down and purrs some more.

“You’re a lovely dancer!” She says proudly. “When my leg feels better I think I’ll owe you a dance.” She suggests.

“You sure?” He asks inching closer.

“I’m not a good dancer, but I’d love to dance with you Boris.” She smiles.

“That’s very kind of you.” She reaches out and touches his face. His cheek feels warm. She leans in too and they’re kissing. Boris is gently as he caresses her. She hums softly inviting him in and Boris gasps. He feels soft, warm, and safe. She smells a hint of cologne on him. He pulls away gently and looks at her. She smiles at him. “Is this ok?” He asks hesitantly.

“It’s perfect.”

“Meow!” Salem speaks up making the two laugh.

“Yes I know. You can say I told you so.” She says as she pets the cat. “Could you stay for a while please? I’m scared to be alone.”

“I’ll stay as long as I can love.”

#alfred molina #boris plots #boris plots x oc #fluff #swearing #some domestic abuse #cats #comfort #little venting

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Considering I write fem Giyuu ships, I had an idea that just popped into my head after I reread the lady and her butler (goddamn is it one of the best webtoons for me--)

Tltr: The boys (Sanemi, Kyojuro and Sabito) think Giyuu is pregnant, shenanigans ensue...

So for some unknown reasons(money) Giyuu is living with Sabito, Sanemi and Kyojuro until they all finish college.

During one of these normal days Giyuu gets the news that Tsutako is pregnant, yay.

As an offer Tsutako let's Giyuu have her baby photos as well as the papers bc she is moving to another house and she doesn't want to loose them papers and photos whilst moving.

So Giyuu takes them home where she places them in the table and promptly leaves again bc Shinobu called her for smth idk.

Anyways Sabito comes in and finds the photos sticking out of her purse, curious as he is, tries to take a pick inside and is confused to see what the photos are.

Sanemi finds him looking through Giyuu's pursed and asks what the hell is he doing and Sabito shows him the scans and him, being the oldest of seven knows exactly what those photos are and is just like "Oh fuck, Giyuu's pregnant."

They quickly call Kyojuro to tell him about it and all he's also like "What? she doesn't have a boyfriend?"

So they start thinking she must have been hidding some secrets from them, which makes them all sad since they are friends(maybe her only +Shinobu and Tan), then Sabito thinks that it wouldn't really be possible for her to hide it from them since she is always so open about what she does, so it must have been possible that someone forced her to it.

Before jumping to conclusions they all just put back the things and try to wait for her to explain to them instead.

So they do and she comes home back at midnight to be greeted by 3 men just staring her as they sit in the sofa with serious faces.

She's like, really really tired and mad bc Shinobu played a few test subjects and pranks on her again so she doesn't want to deal with whatever she did wrong but she's not escaping this conversation any time soon.

Kyojuro tries to lighten her up by saying that whatever she needs they will always be there for her and that none of them will judge her or leave here during these times.

Sabitos gets all full emotional saying that he should have told then sooner and that why didn't she trust them before and that she is just too young to have done this. You know that meme:

"You're too young! You're too beautiful!!"

"What. The. Fuck are talking about?

Sanemi getting riled up demanding to know the name of the father and wanting to beat his ass.

At that last part Giyuu is like "oh you saw the pics" and decides to just say that "yeah a baby is coming." Literally leaving the fact about it being Tsutako's child not hers and that she wanted it to be a surprise 3 months from now because that's when Tsutako plans to make the baby shower.

With that out the way she just goes to sleep.

The next three months are really weird to her cuz the three of them are all being really really protective of her, and even when she already says she doesn't need help in anything they still do it for her.

She just let's it off the hook bc midterms are coming.

They find out only after attending Tsutako's baby shower, and by then, they had told all of their friends(hashiras, kamaboko squad, maybe even their families Oh God that one is going to be so great) who asked Giyuu about the baby and her telling them about Tsutako's child.

And bc they are such good friends, all of them just decided to bet their money on who asks to be the father first while also hiding the secret from the trio.

Their faces at the baby showers are just *chef's kiss*

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Bonus on the whole thing:

-Yeah a lot of funny miscommunication got involved so when Sanemi tried to ask about the baby's father again, she just says it's nobody important (cuz Tsutako's fiance was an asshole, that's kinda why Tsutako wanted to move and she also wanted to keep it a secret from him though she didn't tell Giyuu about that part.)

-Considering Sanemi's past with his abusive father it just gets him more into the overprotective father role, almost going so far to find that bastard who made Giyuu pregnant, but at last couldn't find him.

-He still has a murder plan for that bastard (XD)

-Fun moments of Kyojuro and Giyuu going out to the mall and looking over the baby's section. (IMAGINE THE MOMENTS DAMMIT)

-They probably go to the mall a lot of times now just see the baby toys and stuff, maybe get realky emotional in the process.

-Add on after edit: KYO TELLING RUKA and Ruka telling her about the moments when kyojuro was a little baby, as well as giving good food recipes for food cravings.

-Sabito being the most overprotective by making her a healthy meal every day or working out or just anything that Shinobu tells her is good to do.(His only father figure is Urokodaki so he hopes he can be just as good as him.)

-He sees a ramen bowl and he just yeets it to the trash.

Sabito: Gimme that *takes beer out of her hands and throws it*

Sabito: Nope! *Slam dunks that cigarette to the ground*

Sabito: Why aren't you working out today, you need to get you cardio done! Do you want that baby to be dissapointed in you once it comes out?!

-Giyuu just listens to him, he's been her back up bone for years, ain't nothing really changing.

-Uzui, Muichiro, Tanjiro and Mitsuri betting on Kyojuro to make the first move.

-Masachika, Genya, Kanae, Obanai and Himejima being there for Sanemi and betting on him.

-Makomo, Nezuko, Inosuke and Shinobu betting that Sabito will fly first fir the position and possibly use this a chance to get to date Giyuu.

-Tanjiro poor boy, he can't face any of them for a while bc of his lying face.

-The Kamados baking so many goods for Tsutako's baby.

-Shinobu telling them this and that about how to take care of Giyuu or lying to keep the secret up.

"Yes you must give them a lot if hugs."

"Oh, sometimes women don't throw up a lot."

"Yes, take her to swimming classes." She knows Sabito won't last a day with swimsuit Giyuu.

-Uzui creating the most flamboyant baby shower. His wifes are smitten with the things about the baby.

-Oh god the strenghts Makomo, Masachika and Uzui go to get their ships sailed.

-Mitsuri just gushing about the baby, when she gets to meet them she squeals so hard she faited of cuteness (fair)

-Edit: Even Oyakata-Sama is on this! Being Giyuu's superior he can't help but worry about Giyuu's pregnancy when he was told about it, his misunderstanding was cleared and let her visit Tsutako whenever she wanted.

-Giyuu received a lot of presents for the baby who she gave to Tsutako, she was really to have so many nice and supportive friends, even if like, only three of them didn't know about it.

After the misunderstanding Tsutako is like "Sis I'm jealous, why can't you lend me at least one of them."

-Anywaya since at the end Tsutako lives close to her now and the misunderstanding was clear, they are still overprotective, just this time Tsutako is cared for she treats them like little brothers, and judges their capabilities as Giyuu's boyfriend candidates.

Giyuu is happy that they are helping her and her sister.

All four of them wait for Tsutako when the baby is born.

They like the kid a lot. Even if it isn't Giyuu's.

Plus weirdly enough it looks like Giyuu bc they are always frowning too...

Edits: Grammar and yes the baby's name is Giichi

#Fem Giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu manga #sabigiyuu #rengiyuu #sanegiyuu #giyuu tomioka #sabito #sanemi shinazugawa #rengoku kyoujurou #fanfic drabble #someone help me make this real #add more if you like

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (7)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(I know y’all are getting tired of waiting for Techno to arrive, so am I! But I have no solid control over the story plot lol but I swear it’ll happen soon!! And y’all know the drill! Reblogs and comments keep this story going. So if you want a chapter 8 then please show this chapter some love! <3)

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(FORGOT TO MENTION ART!

The amazing 'YeetUsFeTUSDelETusss' on DA was so cool and drew two pictures to bless our eyes!!)

READER HERSELF!

READER PROTECTING HER BOYS!

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Only Tubbo showed up the next day, and he said he sadly couldn’t stay for long because him and Tommy were needed back at L’manburg for a while. Meaning him and Tommy wouldn’t be able to visit for a bit, but they’d try to visit as soon as possible! Hearing they’d not come see you for who knows how long made you pretty sad. You honestly looked forward to when they’d visit. It was honestly the highlight of your day. But you knew whatever nonsense was going on in L’manburg currently would need their attention. Though you wondered what exactly was going on. You recalled a decent amount of the ‘history’ of the Dream SMP but you knew you could be misremembering or even mixing things up. But you did remember the big things that happened. Like the wars and stuff. So needless to say you were concerned.

‘What point in history am I in right now? Whenever it is, L’manburg is apparently still standing,’ you thought pensively before asking Tubbo what was going on that they’d need to stay in L’manburg.

Tubbo sighed and said it was ‘just some drama’ but apparently their, meaning his and Tommy’s, older brother figure Wilbur had been president of L’manburg for the entirety of the time L’manburg had existed. But some new citizens who joined them found out he’d not been properly elected and didn’t think it was fair to everyone that Wilbur had basically just made himself president without any input from everyone else. Which you could see was not right but this information told you that you were in the pre-election time. Which meant Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won yet… But that hinged on this universe even being the same one that you’d watched on youtube. Things could be different here for all you knew. You’d always believed in the multiverse theory so who was to know WHICH universe this was. Or how you even got here. All you could do really was to just… wait and watch.

A couple hours passed during the short visit and towards the end Tubbo showed you how to message others, ie; him and Tommy mostly. You’d known how to message others and put in commands and stuff in regular minecraft but you’d just sort of never thought to try those things here in this place. Though to be fair you’d been dealing with a lot of stuff so fiddling with your inventory and everything hadn’t been your top priority. And when he’d mentioned messaging him your first thought had been ‘how?’, because this was a ‘real life’ minecraft, where things were very similar but not always exactly like how it was in the real game. The biggest difference being that there was no computer keyboard or ‘screen’ for the type/chat option to be at the bottom of like in the game.

But to your surprise the place to type in a message was actually IN your inventory. More specifically it was at the very bottom of the main section right below where your items were stored in the hot bar. You’d never paid the long ultra thin box at the bottom any mind, assuming it was just part of the weird design. But no, Tubbo showed you with his inventory how if you tap on the thin box (that you’d honestly thought was just a line) it expands into a typing window! Your eyes widened at that and watched as he tapped the typing box again and a little keyboard appeared below the typing box and he started typing something into it. You squinted and he said to message someone you needed to be sure to type ‘/msg’ and then whoever’s name you’d like to send the message to!

He demonstrated this by typing out the first part then right after it typing your ‘name’; aka Reader. Briefly you wondered why it had been made that but you brushed that thought away to focus on what Tubbo was doing. You saw him type ‘hi reader!!’ before hitting Enter. Then a second later you heard a soft ‘ping!’ sound and you just KNEW your inventory was waiting to be pulled up. Like knew in an instinctual sense. Like how you knew to blink or how to walk. Just an instinct you couldn’t explain so you brought it up and there at the bottom the ‘line’ was flashing a pale red. So you did what Tubbo had done and tapped it, revealing the little typing box. Only this time it had a message in it! It said, ‘Tubbo whispers to you: hi reader!!’ and you smile. Excited now you type out a message to him and hit send. He got it and laughed after he read it.

‘Reader whispered to you: hello my little goat boy!! :)’

After that he blinked when more messages popped onto his text box. These were from Tommy and Wilbur it looked like. With a sigh he checked his clock and dismissed his chat box before saying he was sorry but he had to get going. He’d actually stayed longer than he was supposed to. You were sad to see him go but knew he’d be back, and hey, now you could message him and Tommy to make sure they got back to L’manburg safe instead of just wondering like before. So you told him to be careful on his way back and to message you that he was safe home when he arrived, and also if he needed any help. He laughed and cheekily said he would but gave a shy smile when you pulled him into a hug and gently knocked your antlers with his horns, but he happily returned it. Not so secretly enjoying the affection. But he had to pull back and leave.

That left you to your own devices.

-0-

With nothing better to do you initially spent the next three days building a couple fountains in the village (which was getting pretty big..). One tiny frog shaped one in the little grotto at the west side of the village and a much larger more traditional one in the opposite side of the village. You’d even set up park benches, flower plots, lamp posts, and stone sidewalk around the bigger one. It was very pretty and the villagers seemed to be enjoying it. But after that was done you’d sorta gotten bored. You weren’t really inspired to do anything else to the village so you thought of ways to occupy yourself. Eventually a metaphorical lightbulb flickered to life above your head and you got an idea.

You could go to the Nether!

Sure you weren’t the biggest fan of the place but it beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs waiting for a reply from your only two friends like some loser. And hey, you liked giving piglins gold. They made cute little piggy snorts when they were happy. So with that loose plan in mind you got up from where you’d been lounging by the creek and brushed yourself off before heading out to the place outside the bamboo and prickle berry wall you’d placed the first Nether portal. You crafted one real quick before tensing up when you heard the sound of rustling behind you. Assuming it was a creeper or something you glanced back, not that it would hurt you but you still found it unsettling for anything to be sneaking up behind you. You caught a brief glimpse of something small and white disappearing into a cluster of ferns. You paused, wondering what it was but then about a block to the left of the ferns a chicken and her chick walked out from around a tree. ‘Oh, must have just been a baby chicken’, you thought with a mental shrug before turning back to your task of lighting the portal with your flint and steel.

Once activated you stepped into the purple swirling mist and your vision warped before you ended up in the Nether again, stifling heat and all.

-0-

You’d been exploring the Nether for what felt like hours. The place was goddamn enormous! You’d followed the same sand block trail from the last time you’d been here, seeing the piglins and a few striders along the way. And to your delight a familiar little piglin baby started following you. She (you think she’s a ‘she’, that’s the vibe you’re getting anyways) had to be the one you’d played with the last time you’d been in the Nether. You crouched down and patted her head and pulled a golden carrot from your inventory before gifting it to her. She squealed happily and munched on it. You kept walking along the sand path before reaching the fortress. That’s when you diverted your path to the right and started exploring that way, careful to keep laying down sand as you did. You thought the baby piglin had stayed back but after a while of walking you heard a soft snort and glanced down to the left of you to see her happily trotting along with you, still nibbling on the golden carrot.

You wanted to melt, she was such a cutie pie. You stopped and asked if she should be travelling so far away. Won’t her parents miss her? She blinks and seems to understand you before shaking her head ‘no’. You figure she must have some pretty lenient parents. But you suppose piglins are sturdier than humans so it makes sense they’d keep their kids on a looser leash than humans would. So you ask her where her parents are and if they’d be okay with her wandering off with you, a stranger. She tilts her head and shrugs. You purse your lips and ask if she can take you to her parents so you can ask if they’d be okay with it. This time she shakes his head no. So you ask her why and she seems to be thinking how to answer before she goes over to the closest block of sand and starts drawing in it. You look over her shoulder and see her drawing three hearts. Then your stomach sinks when you see her draw an ‘X’ over each heart, meaning one thing..

“Oh sweetie, did your parents lose all their lives?” you ask in a gentle tone.

The tiny piglin nodded and your heart broke for her. You asked some more questions and discovered she wasn’t really being taken care of by any one piglin. The other piglins knew her parents were gone so they’d sorta chip in to make sure she had food. But that was really it. This made you feel worse so you just sighed and patted her head and said she could join you while you explored the Nether. She snorted happily and you two continued on your way. Eventually after walking for a bit you came across a warped forest. You had to admit the biome was much prettier in person. The stark contrast between the Nether’s usual red color scheme and the teal of the warped forest was really beautiful. Even the weird little green/orange fungus that were growing everywhere were cute. You even picked a handful to keep, placing them in your inventory before continuing your little jaunt with the baby piglin.

That last thought made you mentally pause and realize that you couldn’t just keep calling this kid ‘baby piglin’. So you stopped walking and looked down before saying you forgot to introduce yourself. She could call you Reader (since that’s what your little name thing said..). Then you asked what her name was. She blinked before snorting a little, like she was clearing her throat, and said, “Azogamay.”

You smiled and said you liked her name, making her give a cute little tusked smile. Then as you continued exploring you both made small talk. Nothing deep (how deep could conversation get with a little kid) but you asked each other the usual questions. Like favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite animals, etc. Then Azo (you’d taken to shortening her name to make it easier) answered one of your questions with some gibberish that made you pause. You glanced down at her and gave a ‘huh?’ that made her giggle before apparently remembering you weren’t a piglin. She said she forgot and spoke Piglin. That made you raise your eyebrows because you’d never thought about other species in the game having their own language. But now that you were thinking about it, it totally made sense. Of course they would, duh. Now very curious you asked her to teach you a little! Like did she know how your name would be said in Piglin? Her answer surprised you…

“Eaderray!” she said in her quiet baby voice.

Now you two had entered a wide soul sand valley, which made Azo anxious. She hid behind your leg, making you recall that Piglins didn’t really spawn in this biome or like soul fire (which is super common here). You had to admit the place was rather creepy. It didn’t help that the soul sand beneath your feet was emitting a rather creepy whispery wail. So you decided to turn back and try another direction. Azo seemed relieved and trotted along behind you. But once you were walking again you remembered your last thought and had a vague feeling about this ‘piglin speak’ and wanted to hear more. So you asked Azo some other words, just to test this theory of yours. And well…

Skeleton? Eletonskay…

Blaze? Azeblay…

Strider? Iderstray…

Lava? Avalay...

Gold? ...Oldgay (that may have made you snicker).

But you got the idea and honestly you cannot be held accountable for your reaction after you realized Piglins honest to fucking god spoke PIG LATIN.

You lost it. You laughed so hard you doubled over and had to brace your hands on your knees to keep from collapsing onto the ground. Azo didn’t know what was so funny but your laughter was contagious and she ended up laughing too, intermixed with little snorts that made you laugh even harder. It was a whole cycle. And by the end of it you’d laughed so hard you started coughing and had to sit down to catch your breath. The giggles returned a couple times but eventually you got control over yourself enough to be able to breathe normally again. As you sat there, little Azo looking up at you in amusement, you couldn’t believe the absolute batshit nonsense that was happening in your life right now. But out of everything that had happened, you think finding out Piglins spoke pig latin had to be the funniest. Though you wanted to test your theory further so you said to Azo,

“Ellohay Azogamay, isyay isthay ightray?”

Azo’s eyes brightened and she perked up, looking close to bouncing from excitement as she realized you were speaking ‘Piglin’ to her. She started babbling at the speed of light, in a way that all excited toddlers seemed to be able to do. While it was cute enough to pull a chuckle from you the downside was that you could not understand a single word Azo said. You got her to slow down, telling her you didn’t speak Piglin fluently so she would have to go slow with you otherwise you’d be lost. She nodded, just happy that you could understand Piglin. So she slowed down a lot and chatted with you that way. And that’s pretty much how the rest of your time in the Nether went. You traversed through the hellish dimension and brushed up on your pig latin with the little piglin.

It has definitely been a LONG time since you’d even thought about the made up ‘language’. You’d had a friend in elementary school who had been Obsessed with it. It was all they spoke sometimes and they’d talked it up so much that it caught on with the rest of the class, yourself included, and soon everyone was using it to write notes to each other, like a secret language. You’d even speak to each other only in pig latin during recess and lunch breaks. You’d been fluent in it and didn’t even have to think before speaking. Though after a year it had lost its popularity and everyone slowly stopped using it since the fad was over. But you still remembered a good deal of it. Enough to speak it slowly anyways. But the more you used it the easier it was to speak it. It was like riding a bike you supposed, you never truly forgot it.

-0-

Things were going fine until they weren’t. You’d stopped to have lunch in a crimson forest, more for Azo’s benefit than your own, and were sitting and eating for a while before Azo started playing with a baby hoglin. Which had been fine, you’d seen baby piglins and hoglins do that in the game before, no biggie. But they’d gotten rambunctious the way kids do when they’re playing together. And while chasing each other around Azo had smacked into one of the adult hoglins, which had pissed it off enough for it to snarl angrily and start chasing Azo. And Azo in turn began squealing in fear while running away. You’d dropped the steak you’d been idly munching on and sprinted after the two. Sadly the hoglin was closer to Azo than you and managed to get one good hit in with its tusks, the force behind it practically yeeting Azo up into the air. You yelled in horror as you watched the baby piglin fall down into a lava filled ravine.

Panic flooded your body, you knew zombie piglins were fireproof but regular piglins were not as far as you knew. Let alone baby piglins who just took a direct hit from a damn hoglin. So without thinking about it you dove into the ravine after Azo, catching her in your arms and fully planning to hold her up above the lava since it wouldn’t hurt you. Once she was in your arms you jerked back instinctively, not sure why, just maybe bracing for the impact with the lava. You waited but… nothing. About that second you realized that you weren’t moving anymore. You’d come to a halt and at first you wondered if maybe you’d landed on a block and not noticed. But… one glance down revealed you were not in fact standing on a block. Actually you weren’t standing on anything. You were hovering about 3 or 4 blocks above the bubbling lava at the bottom of the ravine. You were so stunned that you almost missed the sniffling snorts that started up next to your face but thankfully they broke you out of your shocked state. You looked at Azo and your heart broke when you saw her tearing up and looking close to crying. Forgetting momentarily about whatever the fuck was going on with you floating you focused on soothing her.

“Aw sweetie, are you okay? You took a hit from that hoglin, where does it hurt?” you cooed.

She was babbling mostly, being too upset to try to speak English. And understanding crying pig latin was almost impossible. So you just asked her to point where it hurt. She reached for her back and side and you softly told her you were going to lift her shirt a little bit to see if there was a mark, and she nodded shakily and sniffled while you did. You winced at the blooming bruise and adjusted her so you were basically cradling her and with your free hand you opened your inventory and started looking through the potions. You grabbed a healing potion and uncorked it before offering it to Azo, whose snout wrinkled at the potion. You told her it was alright, it was a healing potion that would make her feel better and get rid of those bruises for her. She looked unsure but still let you raise the mouth of the potion bottle to her lips so she could sip it. She took a few sips before hiccuping, potion swirls wafting off of her after she did. The baby piglin blinked and felt the pain in her back and side start to disappear.

You smiled and said that must feel better, Azo nodded and was happy she wasn’t hurting anymore. You let her take one more sip for good measure before putting the cork back into the bottle and stashing it in your inventory. But once that was done you were reminded of your current predicament. You were still floating in place above a ravine of lava.. With zero clue on how to move too. Briefly you internally panicked at the thought of just.. never being able to move again!! Being stuck fixed in one spot forever with no way to get down or live freely! Though before you could panic further you took a deep breath and told yourself to relax. This wasn’t permanent, it couldn’t be. There logically has to be a way for you to move. You got yourself stuck here and you’ll get yourself down as well.

And the last thing you wanted was to look scared with Azo here with you. She was just a little kid and needed the only adult around to be strong for her. So you put on a smile and reassured her that things will be okay and you’ll figure out how to get them both safe on land in no time. Azo nodded, looking less worried than before. So you started trying things you think would get you to move. You could move your limbs no problem. Proven by how you could move Azo around with your arms and kick your legs about without issue. But your body as a whole was still locked in place. Though when you leaned your upper body to the left you hit a breakthrough! Tilting your torso to the left managed to move your whole body to the left by about a block and a half! Now onto the right path you started leaning your torso this way and that, figuring out what movements actually got you moving and which ones didn’t. Figuring out how to move side to side and forwards and back was pretty easy. But it was figuring out up and down that was tricky.

At the moment going down was the last thing you were interested in, what with the lava beneath you. So you tried focusing on going up, and after a lot more wiggling about that you were sure made you look like an idiot to anyone who could be watching (Azo only giggled a little) you finally figured out that to go up you had to tense and stretch your torso a specific way. Like exactly how you would do if you were trying to reach something on the top shelf, only you didn’t have to move your arms or legs the same way, just your torso. Like how people straighten themselves to seem taller, not slouching at all. After getting that down you manage to go up and then over out of the ravine. Which was a relief and a half. Now that the threat of sinking into lava wasn’t a worry you instead fixated on getting down. Thanks to figuring out how to get up you had an easier time getting the hang of getting down.

Once your feet touched the ground the floating thing disappeared and gravity was restored to you, making you able to walk around normally again. You gave a small cheer, Azo snorting happily as you carried her back to your spot on one of the crimson mushroom tree tops. Once seated you let out a breath and felt your shoulders relax. You hadn’t even been aware they’d been so tense, but you guess it made sense what with how you just sorta had a weird physics related mishap. But now that you and little Azo were safe you felt like you could breathe again.

You took a golden apple out of your inventory and took a bite, the sweet juice soothing your metaphorical ruffled feathers. You noticed you mostly just eat for the taste now. Which was fine you guessed. When you glanced down you held the apple close to Azo’s face, asking in semi-good piglin if she wanted a bite, chuckling when she eagerly sunk her little teeth into the sweet fruity flesh of it. You gave her the rest and just watched the other Nether inhabitants mill about peacefully. Today had been a wild ride for sure. At least compared to your usual peaceful days. You leaned back against the lump of red fungus behind you, Azo cradled in your arms, and sighed calmly. You’d been ready to rest your eyes when you heard a soft ‘ping!’ that had you blinking back into focus. It was your communicator app thing. Thinking it was just Tubbo messaging you to say goodnight or something you casually opened the message. But when you did you raised an eyebrow at the note from your kid.

‘Tubbo whispers to you: the election is tomorrow afternoon, can you come?

‘Tubbo whispers to you: i’ve got a bad feeling.. i’m not trying to pull you into our mess’

‘Tubbo whispers to you: but idk i’d feel better if you were there.’

You had a bad feeling too… You hoped what you likely knew was going to happen DIDN’T happen but.. it probably was. So you sent back a quick reply to Tubbo.

‘You whisper to Tubbo: of course I will! you can show me around your home! :)

You tried to keep your reply upbeat and happy, not wanting to feed into the teenager’s worry. Even though you were probably more worried now that he was. But regardless.

It looked like you were visiting L’manburg.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade #c!techno #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!wilbur #piglin #piglin oc

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isaac teaches his best friend how to kiss

after you confess to isaac that you've never really kissed anyone before, he offers to help you gain experience. his hands-on approach works a little too well, and things quickly spiral out of control.

friends to lovers; isaac knows a thing or two about a thing or two

warnings: cheating, graphic sexual language, unprotected sex, attempted r*pe

author’s note: the section that contains the attempted r*pe scene will be marked with !!!!!! at the start and finish. please skip over it if that’s a trigger for you.

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playlist:

electric love - BØRNS sleeping with a friend - neon trees i would do anything for you - foster the people

I’d never thought of myself as someone who could cheat on their boyfriend. But then again, I used to think lots of things were impossible before I met Isaac Lahey, like werewolves and monsters and love.

Maybe if I’d been less naive, I wouldn’t have ended up at Lydia’s party with Isaac’s fingers sliding into my underwear, right after he’d beaten my boyfriend to a bloody pulp, but things don’t always work out the way you expect.

It would’ve been easy to blame Isaac for everything--he was the one who suggested the plan in the first place, but it’s not like I put up much of a fight. Even though things ended in tears and broken hearts, I didn’t regret anything. It felt good to be bad, and I stopped feeling guilty a long time ago.

The whole thing started when a boy named Jonathan asked me out, and I had to figure out a way to leave for my date without rousing any suspicion from the pack. We’d just finished a pack meeting and everyone wanted to watch a movie at Derek’s loft. The plan was to sneak out early before the movie started, a plan that was foiled when Isaac caught me in the kitchen as I was leaving.

“Where are you going?” Isaac asked. He was leaning against the kitchen counter and chucking popcorn pieces into his mouth, staring at me. I debated whether I should answer his question. I wanted to keep my date a secret from everyone, especially Isaac. “Well?”

“I uh, have plans,” I finally said. Isaac frowned.

“You made plans? But Stiles is gonna make us watch Star Wars again,” he whined. “You were just gonna leave me here by myself to sit through that boring ass movie?”

I snorted. “Sorry, but I do have other social commitments to honor.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. You still haven’t told me where you’re going.” He eyed me suspiciously.

I ducked my head and pretended to pick lint off my sleeve. “I’m just going out.”

“Out where?”

“Just out.”

“Why won’t you tell me where you’re going?”

“Because it’s none of your business.”

“None of my business,” he repeated flatly. Isaac smirked. “Wait, is it something secret? Something scandalous?” he whispered conspiratorially.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the grin that cracked my indifferent expression. “It’s nothing. I just don’t want to tell you. I don’t have to tell you everything.”

“Why not? I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me everything. Come on, tell me, you know you want to.”

I tapped my foot impatiently, then sighed. There was no point in resisting Isaac. I couldn’t say no to him. He would probably find out eventually anyway. “Alright, if you must know… I’m going out on a date.”

Isaac blinked. “Oh. That’s it? That’s what you were so reluctant to tell me?”

“Kinda,” I replied lamely.

“It’s good that you’re going out and gettin’ some,” Isaac teased, pointing finger guns at me. “Why were you afraid to tell me that?”

I told him, quiet and rushed, “BecauseI’veneverbeenonadatebefore?”

A few beats of silence passed. “Did... you just say what I think you just said?”

I groaned. The cat was finally out of the bag and I wanted to shove it back inside, but I couldn’t. It would’ve been easier to tell him I was basically a huge loser if his werewolf transformation hadn’t turned him into the total opposite of that. Before, he’d been so shy and reserved. We could’ve been considered equals. Now, he visibly embodied the confidence of someone who was hot and he knew it. He was an overnight sensation, and I was still a dateless virgin.

“Yes,” I affirmed sadly, ”you heard me right. And it’s really lame and stupid and embarrassing, so please don’t make me feel worse about this than I already do, okay?”

He put his hand on my shoulder, which he probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but only made me feel more pathetic. “It’s not lame and stupid. I would never judge you for that. It’s really not a big deal.”

“...it’s not?”

“Of course not,” he said. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And I’m sorry, I guess I could’ve reacted better, but I’m just really surprised. How have you, of all people, never been on a date? I see the way guys look at you. What, did you just turn them all down?” he asked incredulously.

“Well…”

“No way.”

“Yep.”

“Why?” he asked, baffled.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I just didn’t really like them. I think I might be picky or something,” I joked.

Isaac snorted. “Yeah, no shit. So then, why are you going out tonight? And who are you even going out with?”

“Just this guy. His name is Jonathan. You might know him, actually. He’s in our Chemistry class.”

“Jonathan… Jonathan… oh, wait. Is this the guy that waits for you by your locker all the time? The guy with the man bun?” Isaac’s eyes twinkled in mirth and his mouth twitched. I could tell he was holding back his laughter.

“Yes, it’s him,” I hesitantly replied. Isaac snorted and broke into laughter. I swatted his arm disapprovingly. “Hey, stop that. He’s cute and nice. And I happen to like his hair,” I said with an air of confidence, trying to convince him as much as myself that I really did like Jonathan.

I wanted to like him. Jonathan was sweet and funny and held doors open for me and called me pretty. He waited for me most days by my locker and offered to carry my books for me. There was no rational reason not to give him a chance, and I was tired of being the only one in the pack with no romantic experience. The time for being picky was over.

“Sorry, sorry.” Isaac put his hands up defensively. “Well, I’m sure he’s a nice guy if you think he’s good enough to be your... your first date,” Isaac said. He squinted his eyes at me thoughtfully and pressed his mouth into a hard line. I couldn’t fully read his expression but he looked a little sad.

“Yeah, it should be fine, totally,” I said, trying to sound self-assured, an attitude that quickly tapered off. “I mean… I hope it’ll be fine? Actually, I’m really nervous. Jonathan’s been asking me out for months and he seems to like me for some reason? What if I end up disappointing him? Oh god, what if it’s a horrible first date? Isaaaac, I’m gonna screw this up,” I whined.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Isaac said. “Everything’s gonna be fine. He’s a teenage boy that gets to go out with a hot girl. He should be fucking thrilled. I know I would be.”

My cheeks turned red at his words. I looked away and scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” he said somberly. He gently grabbed both sides of my face and he forced me to look at him. “You’re hot. And I’m not just saying this because you’re my friend and I’m trying to make you feel better. You’re also smart and funny and amazing. Everything’s gonna be fine. I mean, I personally think the guy’s ridiculous. He’s a ginger for fuck’s sake-” I smacked his arm and giggled. “Kidding, kidding! Look, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.”

I exhaled in relief. It was moments like this that made me remember why Isaac was my best friend in the pack. Even though he made fun of me sometimes, he never judged me or made me feel like less. He hooked up with girls left and right, but he was there for me when I needed him.

“Thanks,” I murmured shyly.

He grinned. “Just stating facts.”

“Yeah whatever, quit being so corny.” I ruffled his hair and let him pull me into a hug. I rested my cheek against his chest and breathed in his cinnamon cologne.

I reluctantly pulled back. “I have to go.” The words came out sadder than I intended them to, which did not go unnoticed by Isaac. His forehead scrunched with concern.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. His thumb rubbed my shoulder.

I shrugged. “I dunno. It’s just weird that this is my first date, and you’re coaching me through it like I’m a clueless baby.”

Isaac laughed loudly. “I’m always here to help. And hey, better late than never.”

“Yeah...” I looked down at my wrist to check the time. “Shit! I was supposed to leave five minutes ago. Okay, I gotta go. Thanks for your help. You’re the best!” I smiled and quickly hugged him one last time before I skirted away.

“Don’t stay out too late! And use protection!” Isaac yelled. Without turning back, I gave him the finger.

~*~*~

It had been two months since Jonathan and I started dating, and things were… awkward.

That first night, I willed myself to let him kiss me in his car. I kept telling myself that everything was fine, that I was desirable and sexy and in control of the situation, but it felt too rushed and misaligned and it was so dark, I missed his mouth. I had my first kiss with Jonathan’s chin stubble.

From then on, things got better. We went on more dates and Jonathan lead our kisses. He had far better aim than I did, so no more chin incidents. I was starting to feel like I finally had the whole dating thing down.

Or so I thought.

One night after he took me out to a movie, I invited him up to my room for the first time, and things were getting a little heated.

We were in my bed. His hand was sliding up my ribcage and his fingers were skimming the edge of my bra and his tongue was swirling around the shell of my ear, and that’s when I suddenly lurched backwards and without thinking, accidentally pushed him completely off my bed. He landed with a dull thud. I sat up in horror as I realized what I’d done.

“Um, ow?” he called out. His face peeked up from the edge of my mattress. He rubbed the back of his head and gingerly sat near my feet. “What’s wrong? Did I do something…?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I immediately rushed out a million apologies and reluctantly gave him the same explanation that I’d given Isaac, that I didn’t have much experience and I was clueless and awkward. “I think… I need to take things slow. Is that okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course, that’s totally fine. I have no problem waiting.”

“Really?” I said. I was surprised, not expecting a teenage boy to be so understanding of the notion of putting off sex. “You’d be fine with waiting? After I just pushed you off my bed? Are you sure you haven’t suffered cranial damage?”

Jonathan laughed. “No, no, it’s fine, baby. We can take as much time as you need.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It looked a bit forced.

His assurances did little to ease my guilt. “I’m so sorry for pushing you off my bed. One day, I’ll be ready. I just… can’t right now.”

He gave me a hug and told me not to worry, that he’d never pressure me into anything. I didn’t find total comfort in the aftermath because something kept tugging at me, this nagging suspicion that the real reason I couldn’t move forward with him wasn’t because I wasn’t ready, but because I didn’t want him at all.

~*~*~

Later that night after Jonathan left, I went to see Isaac at Derek’s loft. I told him what happened, and he folded over laughing.

“I can’t believe,” he wheezed between breaths of laughter. “You pushed him off your bed? Like, all the way off? The poor guy was just trying to get some action. You know he’s not a werewolf, right? He can’t take the physical injuries you inflict on him like we can." Isaac wiped away a tear from his eyes. “You cockblocked your own boyfriend,” he declared simply, then dissolved into giggles.

“Oh great, laugh it up, glad you’re enjoying this,” I said sarcastically. I chucked a pillow at his head, hitting him square in the face. When he finally calmed down, he apologized, crawled over the stretch of Derek’s couch, and placed the pillow in my lap, resting his head on it as he laid down.

“So.” He stared up at me with curious eyes. “What are you going to do about this?”

I shrugged and absentmindedly ran my fingers through his soft curls, scratching his scalp lightly. “I dunno. I told him I wanted to, you know, move forward. But it’s like every time we start to do something, an alarm goes off in my brain and I have to stop. Has that ever happened to you?”

“Has my brain ever stopped me from making out with someone? No. Has my brain ever worked when I was making out with someone? Also no.”

"Isaac,” I groaned, “what do I do?”

“Just do what I said. Flip the switch in your brain and turn off all the thoughts in that pretty little head of yours. Just do what feels right,” he explained casually, like anything he just said had made sense. He tapped my forehead with two fingers, and I slapped his hand away.

“What are you talking about?” I exclaimed incredulously. “I can’t just, just turn off all my thoughts! Overthinking is my full time job. And I’m new to all of this, dating and stuff. It’s not like I know what I’m doing. I’m afraid to screw up again. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, with the whole kissing him on the chin incident, and now this.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about the chin incident. The chincident. Chingate-”

“Isaaaac,” I whined.

Isaac chuckled and booped my nose. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But hey, I think I might know what’ll solve all your problems.”

“Oh, perfect.” I said sarcastically. “Let’s hear this magical solution.”

Isaac grin resembled a cheshire cat. “You’re afraid to go all the way with this guy because you’re scared you’ll screw up, right?”

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

“So what if you had more experience? With someone who wouldn’t judge you if you messed up.”

I stared blankly at him. “Are you suggesting I rent a makeout partner?” I quipped. “Just go on Tinder and put it in my bio? Or should I do Craigslist?”

Isaac chuckled. “All great ideas. I was just thinking you could ask your super thoughtful and generous best friend to do it.”

I blinked, and then blinked again, because what? “I hope you don’t mean yourself,” I said jokingly, to which he arched his brow. “Wait, wait, wait. Ask you to do what, exactly?”

“To practice.”

“...practice what? Kissing?” I laughed nervously.

“Yeah, if you want.” He shrugged. “We can practice kissing, and whatever else you need to feel more comfortable with everything.”

I mulled over his words, then laughed, and continued to laugh. When Isaac didn’t join in, my stomach sank. “Wait, are you serious?” I squeaked.

Isaac smirked. “Yeah, of course. It’s just one friend helping out another friend. You know me, I’m very gracious, always helping out those in need,” he said jokingly. Isaac stretched his arms and folded his hands behind his head cockily, like he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I, on the other hand, had turned into a bright red tomato.

“One friend helping out another friend?” I screeched. “Friends don’t make out!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird,” I declared indignantly.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said calmly. “You say ‘weird’ like we haven’t encountered actual supernatural monsters. We’ve been through some actual weird shit and we’re fine. So what’s the problem? Don’t you trust me?”

“Yeah?? B-but-” I sputtered.

“Don’t you find me attractive?”

I paused. I couldn’t deny the truth to a human lie detector. Isaac was objectively bangable, but I wasn’t about to stroke his ego.

“I mean, I guess you look okay.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said sarcastically. “So, let me help you.”

I inhaled sharply and frowned. “How can you be so chill about this? I have a boyfriend. It would be cheating, Isaac.”

“Sure, if you look at everything so black and white. It would be… educational. We both know you’re a huge nerd, so just think of it like a crash course on how to make out. Just two friends, hangin’ out, occasionally kissing and stuff. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, nothing complicated.”

He refuted every single one of my qualms like this was all so easy for him. He sounded so assured in his ideology that he swayed me from mine. My sudden lack of morals could have also been attributed to the raging teenage hormones coursing through me at high speed.

I had one more concern. “I know what I’m getting out of this,” I said slowly. “What are you getting out of this?”

Isaac sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “I don’t like seeing you upset and stressed out, doubting yourself and all that. Also, I’m really good at making out. I really should be doling out my services. If you don’t believe me, I can refer you to multiple satisfied sources.”

I snorted. “No need. I believe you.” I laughed in disbelief because I already knew what my answer was. The perfectionist in me needed to master this skill, and Isaac had me convinced that he was the only way to do it. I told myself that was the only reason.

Thinking about Jonathan and what I was about to agree to, I should've felt more guilty, but I just didn’t. That should’ve been my first clue, the initial foreshadowing of how things would unfold for all three of us in the future.

“Okay… okay. I’m in.” I exhaled slowly. “So how do we do this?”

Isaac grinned victoriously. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together with gleeful authority. “Alright! Welcome to Makeout 101.”

I grimaced and rolled my eyes. “Can you not?”

“No talking back to the teacher,” he said in a game show host voice. “Okay, first things first: kissing.”

At the mention of kissing, my palms suddenly went cold and clammy. “Oh, we’re diving right in?” I asked uneasily.

Isaac took in my discomfort. “Oh, no, we don’t have to. We’ll start out slow, yeah?”

I nodded gratefully. He smiled and leaned back against the couch. “Here, sit back with me.” Isaac gently nudged me closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I leaned stiffly into his side. “You good? You’re looking a little... rigid. And your heart’s racing.”

I wiped my palms. “Just nervous, that’s all.”

“Don’t be nervous,” he said gently. He drew small circles into my forearm, soothing my contracted muscles. “It’s just me here, right? I’m gonna take care of you,” he said, with so much sincerity that I believed every word, like I was safe and sound as long as I was in his arms.

Something else was happening, something stirring inside me. It was inexplicable, but three seconds into his little experiment, knowing what we were about to do, felt more intimate than all the days I spent with Jonathan. I’d never looked at Isaac like this before. I was seeing things I’d never noticed, like the fact that he had a splash of six freckles along his nose. He also had flecks of green in his eyes.

“Is this what you do with all the girls?” I joked nervously in an attempt to quell the tension in the air. “Stare into their eyes and make them fall in love with you?”

Isaac laughed softly. “Nah, just you.”

A trail of goosebumps rose along my spine. He’d never spoken to me like this. No one had. He was flirting with me.

He carefully traced the outline of my cheekbone, then my lip. I shivered at his touch; I was freezing and burning up simultaneously and my body wasn’t designed to cope with this chaos of emotions. He lifted one finger and pressed it to my lips. He lightly tapped my bottom lip twice.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” I said quietly, afraid that if I spoke any louder or let out a single breath, I would disturb the magic suspended in the air between us.

“Good. I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

He angled his head to the right and slowly leaned in. His eyelids fluttered shut and he was so close now that I could count each individual eyelash along his almond-shaped eyes.

When his lips finally brushed against mine, my mind went blank, just like Isaac said was supposed to happen. Unlike with Jonathan, there was nothing rushed or misaligned about it. It was the most natural thing I’d ever done.

My hand instinctively reached up to tangle in Isaac’s curls. I pulled him closer and moved my mouth with his, teasing and tasting the pillowy softness of his lips.

I finally understood what he meant when he had said to just do what feels right. So, I did.

With newfound bravery, I snaked out my tongue to trace his bottom lip. The deep growl Isaac emitted afterwards was a sound I would never forget. He parted his mouth and I slipped in my tongue, shyly tasting him.

His hand skimmed down my side until it reached my hip, and in one swift motion, he pulled me into his lap. My tugged on his hair, clinging to him as his tongue invaded my mouth and explored.

Isaac’s lips started to trail away from mine. He pressed them to the corner of my mouth, then brushed them along my jawline. His hand ran up my thigh and when he squeezed my ass, I moaned, a sound that sounded so scratchy and sultry and foreign to my own ears. Isaac took the wistful sighs tumbling out of my mouth as encouragement, and continued to nip and lick at the exposed flesh of my neck.

He pulled away for a moment. As the fog cleared from my brain, I sat in his lap and took in his appearance. He was all tousled hair and bruised lips and hooded eyelids, and somehow I had caused that.

“Woah,” he breathed.

“Yeah.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was a mess, just a pile of hormones sitting in a werewolf’s lap.

Isaac smiled and reached forward and delicately tucked my hair behind my ear. “To think, all this time we’ve been friends, and we could’ve been doing that.”

In that moment, something shifted.

Isaac was my friend, but suddenly he was something else too, something more. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I didn’t need to, because Isaac’s mouth had already recaptured mine. He cradled the back of my head, held me close, and gently maneuvered us so that I was laying back on the couch with him on top.

His nose was pushing down the strap of my dress over my shoulder when suddenly a door slammed shut.

We simultaneously shot apart and froze.

“Shit, it’s Derek,” Isaac whispered. He quickly scrambled off me. I sat up and pulled down my dress with urgency. We split apart and moved to opposite ends of the couch. I got out my phone and pretended to text while Isaac arranged his shirt over his lap and pretended he didn’t have a boner.

Derek entered his living room with a scowl.

“What happened in here?” he asked, unamused. “You know you both smell like sex, right?”

I opened my mouth to ramble out some half-assed explanation, but Derek cut me off.

“Actually, I don’t wanna know. Just... keep it out of my loft,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed, but not altogether surprised.

Isaac and I looked at each other briefly before leaping off the couch and bolting in opposite directions.

“I have to go meet Malia-” I started.

At the same time, Isaac said, “Scott wanted me to help with a thing-”

“Oh, okay-”

“Yeah, I’ll cya later-”

Before I walked out the door, Isaac called out my name. “Hey, wait!”

I turned around and looked at him expectantly.

“Are we… are we good?” he asked nervously.

I didn’t know the answer to his question, but something new settled into my skin and somehow I knew that things would never be the same.

“Of course we’re good. We’ll always be good,” I replied, with as much conviction as I could muster.

He smiled knowingly, like he could see right through my act. “Great. Then I’ll um, I’ll call you?”

I curtly nodded and left Derek’s loft. When I got to my car, it was all I could do not to bang my head against the steering wheel. My brain was swirling with questions, most of which involved Jonathan and Isaac and why I was more attracted to my best friend than my boyfriend and why I had let myself get so carried away.

I turned the key in the ignition and drove to my house with a sheen of sweat over my brow.

I still had a phone call to look forward to.

~*~*~

Later that night, I was laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the kiss with Isaac, the way his hand stroked my thigh and his lips touched mine and the fire he ignited inside me that I still hadn’t been able to snuff out.

I wondered how I could have handled things differently. If I were a more perfect person, maybe I wouldn’t have agreed to Isaac’s makeout class idea. Or I wouldn’t have let it go that far. I would’ve pushed Isaac away when he pulled me into his lap, or when he laid me down.

Mulling through all the other realities I could’ve created, I knew it was useless. I was human, and I was powerless against my base desires and if a certain curly-haired werewolf wanted to climb over me and press their lips to my skin, I would let him every time.

My phone suddenly buzzed loudly, interrupting my thoughts. It was Isaac calling, just like he said he would.

“Hey,” I heard from the end of the line. He sounded nervous. I heard movement, like he was pacing around his room.

“Hi,” I said. The sound came out smaller than I wanted it to.

“So, um, about earlier-” He cut himself off. “Fuck. Can I just come over?”

Without even thinking about it, I said yes.

~*~*~

Five minutes later, I heard a knock on my door.

I bolted out of bed. I didn’t expect him to get here so quickly. Normally it took him at least fifteen minutes. Why did he have to rush over? I was still in my pyjamas, totally unprepared, but for what, I didn’t even know.

I hastily combed my fingers through my hair and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, standing in a plain white cropped t-shirt and gray cotton shorts.

I opened my door to see Isaac leaning casually against my doorway in a gray shirt and dark jeans. He trailed his eyes over my body slowly from head to toe, and I felt his gaze linger on my exposed legs. He finally met my eyes. His vision looked hazy, his pupils blown out.

“Hey,” he said, his tone as heavy as the air around us.

“Hi. Um, come inside.” I ushered him in with my hand. He took a seat on the edge of my mattress and I gingerly perched beside him.

“How are you-” “So, about earlier-” We both began at the same time.

I chuckled nervously. “You go,” I said.

Isaac cleared his throat. “About earlier. Um, that kiss… that was, that was something, right?”

“Was it?” I asked, unsure of what he was hinting at.

“Yeah, um I don’t know why you needed help with that. You’re very good at that,” he said quietly.

“You think so? That’s surprising. I mean, it was never like that before, with Jonathan. Maybe it’s something about-” I stopped myself before I said something I would regret, and I would really regret telling Isaac that kissing him was way better than kissing my boyfriend, and the reason I suspected I liked kissing him more. I could never say those things to him. This, our friendship, and whatever else had developed over the past few hours, all of it was too important to ruin. Isaac was too important.

“Maybe it’s something about what?” he asked.

You, I thought. Maybe it’s something about you. “Um, nothing,” I lied. “I don’t know what I was saying.”

“Liar.” I froze. “Tell me what you were gonna say.”

My mouth went dry. “I-” I began, scrambling for an explanation. “I was just, um, I just meant-”

Suddenly, my phone rang and saved me from my rambling. I sighed in relief and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hey babe,” I heard from the other end. I froze. It was Jonathan.

I mentally groaned. “Hey Jonathan.” I peered over at Isaac, who rolled his eyes. “One second.” I muted the call. “I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I told Isaac. He shrugged like he didn’t care and took out a pack of mints from his pocket. He didn’t look too happy, but I’d be annoyed too if my conversation had been interrupted by a phone call.

“Hey, sorry about that,” I spoke into the receiver. “What’s up?” I wanted to get off the line as soon as possible to preserve the moment I was having with Isaac, but I suspected the damage had already been done.

“Oh, nothing,” Jonathan replied. “I just wanted to check in, see what you were up to. I missed hearing your voice.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m just hanging out with Isaac.”

“Isaac?” Jonathan said, with a bite to his words. He got this way sometimes when I brought up Isaac. Before we got together, he had asked me what was the deal with me and Isaac. I told him we were just friends, but the look on his face indicated that he didn’t completely believe me. “Where are you?” Jonathan asked.

“Just in my room,” I said. “Why?”

“In your room? With Isaac? Babe, it’s nearly midnight.”

“...yeah? So?”

“What are you two doing?”

“Just talking.”

“Just talking?”

“Babe, calm down,” I said and laughed. “It’s not what you think. I’ve told you before, we’re just friends.”

“Yeah… alright. Sorry, like I said, I just missed you.” I was relieved that he dropped the awkward subject. I had a sneaking suspicion Isaac was using his enhanced werewolf hearing to eavesdrop on the call.

“No worries. Listen, we’re kinda in the middle of a conversation. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” I said. I didn’t want to rush Jonathan, but I could tell Isaac was getting a little impatient from the way he was tapping his foot.

“Alright, night babe,” Jonathan said.

I hung up. “Sorry about that,” I said to Isaac. “So, where were we?”

Isaac met my eyes. There was a shift in his demeanor. As imperceptible as it was, I could still see he was upset about something.

“Just friends,” he stated simply.

I blinked. “Hm?”

“Just friends. That’s what we are. That’s what you told your boyfriend,” he said, with measured restraint.

“Yeah… That’s what we are, right? Did I say something wrong?”

Isaac looked calm, but not pleasantly so. His still demeanor reminded me of the calm before a brewing storm. The light had left his eyes.

He chuckled emotionlessly. “Nope. Never mind. Anyway, the reason I came over was to tell you that we should have our next teachable moment.”

I flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, you wanted to come over so we could... practice some more?”

He shrugged. “It couldn’t hurt. You wanna impress your boyfriend, right?” Every time Isaac said ‘boyfriend,’ he spit out the word with venom.

“I guess so… are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I just wanted to come over and help you. Just being a good friend,” he said tersely.

Isaac was lying. He wasn’t okay. That much was obvious, but I didn’t know what to do. I knew I shouldn’t have let this continue, but I didn’t want to reject him. There was also the fact that every cell in my body was drawn to him, and I couldn’t think past my own desire. “Yeah we can, um, we can do that. If you think it’ll help-”

“I do.” Isaac removed his jacket with a flourish and draped it neatly over my desk chair. “So, if I were Jonathan, and I was in your bedroom, what would we be doing?” he asked. It took me three seconds to realize he actually wanted me to answer.

“Oh, um, I guess we’d be on my bed...?”

Isaac smiled. “Exactly.” He looked like he wanted to devour me. “Lay back,” he said softly. His voice dripped with authority.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have complied with their commands so readily. Isaac was physically stronger and had more experience, but the imbalance of power wasn’t unsettling. It was exciting. I wanted him to tell me what to do and guide me and take care of me. I trusted him completely.

Gingerly, I scooted backwards and laid down flat, and leaned up on my elbows so I could see him. His eyes scanned my body from head to toe. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his gaze, like I was under a microscope for his inspection. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praised. He came forward and got on his knees on the edge of my mattress, swinging one leg over my thighs. He towered over me, all broad shoulders and condescending smirk. “I wonder if Jonathan knows how lucky he is that he gets to do this with you whenever he wants,” he said. “I wonder what Jonathan would do if he knew what was happening right now...”

I gulped, feeling a slight twinge of guilt, but reached up anyway and touched his cheek, pulling him closer. A small whining noise escaped from my mouth.

He chuckled. “Eager, are we?” He clasped my fingers and held my wrist exposed to him. He nuzzled into it. “You smell incredible, you know that?” His voice had lowered considerably and his pupils were dilated again. He suddenly jerked my arm back and pinned it over my head, swallowing my surprised yelp with his mouth as he dipped down and kissed me, hard and deep.

I cupped his cheek with my free hand to hold him in place while our tongues snaked out and we tasted each other again. The last time I had a guy in my bed, it was my boyfriend, and I had accidentally tossed him over the side before he could get to second base. With Isaac, someone who was very much not my boyfriend, all I wanted to do was pull him closer.

Isaac pulled away. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, confused and dazed. His chest heaved in unison with mine as we panted for breath.

“Moving on to the second lesson, conveniently called second base.” He smiled with a glint of mischief and humor behind his eyes. “You ready for that? We know what happened to poor little Jonathan when he tried to feel you up in your bed.” He was playing with me, challenging me. He sounded cocky, like he didn’t think I had it in me to continue.

With the element of surprise on my side, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down flush against me and pressed my mouth to his. I took one of his hands and placed it on my hip, slowly guided it up my stomach and over my ribcage, and finally set it over my breast.

Isaac let out a satisfied groan against my mouth. I smirked and moved his hand in slow circles, letting him rub me over my t-shirt. Then I let go, let him touch me how he wanted. He pulled away briefly and looked at me with hooded eyelids. I flashed him a victorious smirk, that quickly turned into a gasp when he pinched my nipple over my clothes.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “No bra, huh?”

“Mhmm,” I sighed softly, too turned on to respond with words. Isaac’s mouth moved under my ear and he sucked harshly on an area I didn’t realize was sensitive until now. He continued to touch me, rubbing small circles around my nipple. A rush of arousal flooded through my body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough anymore. I needed something more.

I was moving on autopilot now, just doing what felt right. I rolled my hips forward and grinded against Isaac’s crotch. He groaned into my ear when I repeated the movement. Together, we created a slow rhythm gyrating our hips together. The ridge of folded fabric over his crotch kept rubbing against my clit.

“Isaac, that feels good,” I sighed wistfully. I spread my legs wider to give him more room.

“Yeah?” he grunted. “Like this?” He rolled his hips into mine and I moaned into his shoulder to keep from squealing too loudly. My parents were down the hall and would probably alert the mosque elders if they knew what Isaac was doing to their daughter.

There was a building pressure under my stomach and I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt like I would explode, and I’d never wanted anything so badly.

“Isaac, I-” I didn’t have the words to describe how badly I wanted him. “Please, I can’t, I think I’m, fuck, uhn…”

Isaac moved his hand to the side of my face and brushed my hair back gently. “Are you gonna come, baby?” I nodded. Isaac sped up his movements. “Good, that’s good. You’re doing good. Just keep going, just like that, I got you. Almost there, you’re so close, fuck, I’m coming too-”

Isaac locked an arm around my waist and buried his face into my neck and held me close and tight. He came with a muffled grunt and I followed shortly after. I let out a high-pitched mewl and clawed at his back as my body spasmed. Afterwards, a wave of euphoric happiness clouded over my senses.

I relaxed back onto my mattress. Isaac laid on top of me and rested his head on my chest. I combed my fingers through his hair, smiling at my ceiling. Isaac finally stirred and leaned up on one elbow, and looked down at me silently. I was afraid of what he would say in the aftermath, or maybe he would just leave without saying anything at all.

I took the opportunity to whisper mock seductively in his ear, “So, when’s the last time a girl made you come in your pants?”

He snorted and face planted into my shoulder. “Seriously? After all that, that’s what you choose to say? Shouldn’t we be having a moment? Didn’t I just deflower you or something?”

“Deflower me? Please, we weren’t even naked. And we didn’t touch each other, you know, like that.”

Isaac let out a little laugh and kissed my shoulder. “Next time.”

I sighed and lifted my finger to trace a line down his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, down to his chin. He slightly pursed his lips and kissed the tip of my finger when it brushed his mouth.

“There’s gonna be a next time, isn’t there?” I stated, less as an actual question, but to confirm what I already suspected.

“Of course there’s gonna be a next time.” Isaac lip twitched and he smiled a sad smile. With the way he was looking at me, I was beginning to think that maybe there was an unspoken truth beginning to form that we were too afraid to say out loud. Was he hiding his feelings behind jokes like I was? Was he scared like I was?

“Uh,” he said, “I should go. It’s late.” With that, he slid out his arm from underneath me. I watched him as he stood and adjusted his disheveled clothes. “A plus.”

“What?” I asked.

“You get an A plus. You know, for mastering a new skill.” Isaac winked. “But then again, I should take some credit. Behind every good student is an amazing teacher.”

“Do amazing teachers come over to their students’ houses at midnight and make them come in their shorts?” I quipped.

Isaac narrowed his eyes at me and made his way over. I clutched my sheets in anticipation and excitement, but all he did was pull up the folded covers at the foot of my bed over my body. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture.

He dipped down and placed his mouth a hair’s breadth away from mine. “I only make house calls for my favorite student.” My cheeks burned at the praise and adoration in his voice. I leaned forward and closed the distance between our lips and kissed him, lingering a second or two longer than I probably should have.

This time, Isaac was the one who blushed. He kissed my forehead, then climbed out my window and quickly left, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of endorphins and giddy infatuation.

~*~*~

The next day at school, Isaac and I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at each other. During chemistry class, while Jonathan held my hand, I felt Isaac’s gaze burn into the back of my head. When I finally looked back at him, he winked. I whipped back around, my face flushed red.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan whispered at me.

“Hm? Oh nothing, thought I saw a bee.”

A snort erupted from the back of the room, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who it came from.

It felt like Isaac was everywhere. He was there when I was eating lunch with the pack, staring at me intently while I chewed my food, playfully knocking his knee against mine under the cafeteria table. He was there while I ran around the track during gym class, catcalling me every time I passed by him sitting on the bleachers.

All the little moments and the paranoia about getting caught was taking its toll on me. I was constantly distracted. So distracted in fact, that I didn’t notice the arm that shot out in front of me as I was walking to class and pulled me into a dark storage closet.

I stopped squirming and panicking when I realized it was Isaac who had stolen me away. His hand was covering my mouth, and he was grinning mischievously.

“You’re not going to scream, are you?” he teased. He slowly moved his hand away.

“Only if you make me,” I quipped without missing a beat. Isaac’s expression hardened. He attached his lips to mine, slow and deep. He walked us backwards until we collided with the wall, his hand protecting the back of my head from impact.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” Isaac said. “Do you know how hard it is to see you walking around and know that I can’t touch you...” He brushed his lips against my neck. “...kiss you…” His fingers found the hem of my dress and he lifted it halfway up my thigh. “I want you so bad. Wanna taste you, can I taste you baby?”

I nodded fervently, and Isaac began his descent. He kissed bruises onto my neck and kissed the valleys of my breasts at the neckline of my dress, and pressed his lips over my clothed ribcage and abdomen. Finally, he knelt before me. He stared up with a look of dazed wonderment.

He gathered the skirt of my dress and bunched it in his fist, using his other hand to slide my panties down to my knees. I clamped my thighs shut immediately, shy at the notion of him seeing me like this, naked and exposed and vulnerable. He peered at me curiously before leaning forward and placing a lingering kiss on my hip bone, then another one on the smattering of hair above my core.

I felt goosebumps rise at his intimate gesture. He made me feel so safe. I tentatively opened my legs for him.

He placed one more kiss on my inner thigh. “Ready for lesson three?” he asked. Before I could answer, he lightly kissed my pussy, then licked around my clit before finally sucking the bundle of nerves. My knees buckled, but he steadied me with a hand over my stomach and another on my thigh.

He alternated between licking and sucking my sensitive flesh. I took my dress from his grip and clutched onto the fabric as tightly as I could, bit down on my lip, clung onto his hair, did anything to keep from moaning loudly. Isaac continued to lap at my pussy. Suddenly, his tongue moved downwards, prodding my entrance and tasting the evidence of my arousal.

“Fuck, you taste so good baby,” Isaac grunted. “Wanna feel you, wanna feel what it’s like inside.”

I froze. Did Isaac want to go all the way right now? It’s not like I expected my first time to be in some expensive hotel room that was covered in rose petals and candles, but I didn’t want it to be inside of a storage closet beside a dirty mop.

But that was not Isaac’s intention. He reached up his hand and showed me two fingers. I peered down at him curiously.

“Suck,” was all he said. So, I did. I swallowed the length of his fingers to the knuckle, and swirled my tongue around the calloused pads. Then I bobbed my head and took him in and out, and imagined I had my mouth around his cock. I shivered at the imagery of him inside me. The fantasy intensified when Isaac began pumping his appendages in and out of my mouth. He was nearly at the back of my throat and I almost gagged.

He took his fingers out, and wasted no time putting them back in; this time, into my pussy, slowly, one by one, inch by inch, until both his fingers were fully sheathed in my warmth. I’d only experimented with my own fingers before, but his were comparatively larger and longer, and he could move swiftly with the slickness he’d induced in a way that I’d never been able to achieve.

He fucked me with his fingers and his mouth played with my clit, and I was finding it very hard not to collapse to the floor. I tugged at his hair and pushed his face closer, and his tongue found that perfect spot on my clit, and combined with the movements of his fingers, he sent me over the edge. He continued to lick and suck my overstimulated nerves through the climax.

He held me and kissed me as my breathing normalized and I came down from the high.

~*~*~*~

Things continued on that way for the next few weeks. Either I would text Isaac at midnight and tell him I needed him, or he would catch me off guard and pull me into more empty rooms. Or we would find each other’s eyes in the middle of a crowded room and make up some lame excuse to leave and go fool around in my car.

We never went all the way. Maybe we were both afraid of the consequences, since I was still with Jonathan, and Isaac still hadn’t told me how he felt about everything. I certainly wasn’t going to ask him what he wanted. I couldn’t risk ruining our friendship. So, we both pretended everything was fine, that we were just “having fun” and “practicing” for my benefit.

Except, none of the things I did with Isaac ever transferred into my relationship, the reason this whole thing started. I couldn’t bring myself to move past kissing Jonathan, and I could tell he was getting frustrated.

On the other side, whenever Isaac asked me how my relationship was going, I told him that our little sessions were helpful and things were progressing with Jonathan. But the words came out awkward and rushed, and even I didn’t believe my lies. Judging from the playful eye rolls and knowing smirks, Isaac didn’t either.

Still, he never denied me. Because why would he? What guy wouldn’t want the convenience of having a girl to mess around with who didn’t ask for a real relationship?

That was the only reason he kept coming back. I wouldn’t let myself hold false hope for anything else.

~*~*~

It all came to a head at Lydia’s party.

I couldn’t decline her invitation, mainly because it was her birthday, but also because Jonathan insisted we go. He kept saying that I was “neglecting” him, that I wasn’t spending enough time with him. He wasn’t wrong, considering every spare moment I had, I snuck away to be with Isaac.

Jonathan wouldn’t let me out of his sight the whole night. He held my hand and kept asking me to dance and play drinking games with him. His separation anxiety only elevated when Isaac finally arrived, looking effortlessly handsome. He spotted me immediately in the crowded house and sent me the same knowing grin I’d seen so many times before.

Even before we started hooking up, Isaac had told me that he always listened for my heartbeat in any room, always tried to locate my scent apart from the others. He brushed off this habit as a “safety measure” in case I was ever in danger, since I was a human in the pack and that came with occupational hazards.

Jonathan and I were sitting on the couch, and I was very aware of his hand on my knee when Isaac started to walk towards us. As he was approaching, someone stopped him in his tracks. It was a tall blond girl with knee high boots and a miniskirt. She whispered something in his ear, took his hand, and led him away.

All I could do was sit and stare blankly as Isaac was whisked away by another girl. I was crestfallen and blindsided and heartbroken. In all the time that Isaac and I had been fooling around, I’d totally forgotten that he was still the same boy he’d always been, the boy who hooked up with different girls and didn’t get attached, not even to me. I was naive to think anything different.

So I started drinking. The real stuff, not the jello shots Jonathan kept passing me. Four drinks later, I was wasted. The room was spinning and my head was pounding. I needed to be alone. I squirmed my hand out of Jonathan’s grip and stumbled my way up Lydia’s stairs.

On my way, I passed by Isaac and the blond girl who’d stolen him from me. They were chatting and leaning against the railing, standing too close for my comfort. Isaac noticed my presence. He looked at me questioningly, but I ignored him and stumbled the rest of the way up the stairs.

I searched the hall until I found an empty bedroom to go into. I sat inside on the bed with my head in my hands, massaging my scalp, trying to drown out the pounding bass of the music downstairs, trying to forget that Isaac was probably making out with another girl right now, trying to forget that I almost threw away my relationship for a boy who considered me nothing more than a casual hookup.

My moment of peace was suddenly interrupted. The bedroom door creaked open, and entered Jonathan, looking haggard, blurry-eyed, and angry.

“What’s wrong with you?” was the first thing he roared at me.

“Nothing,” I mumbled tiredly. “I just have a headache.” I hid my face in my hands, but Jonathan gripped my arm and whipped it away.

“No,” he gritted out. “You’re lying. Just like you lie every time I wanna do something, and you make up some excuse to get out of it. Just like you lie when I text you, and you respond hours later because apparently you’re too busy to press some fucking buttons on a phone. You don’t talk to me anymore and we barely see each other. I’m tired of it. I wanna know what’s going on.”

His grip on my arm was digging into my skin, his voice booming in my face. I was fully alert now, and completely aware that he reeked of alcohol and danger. “Jonathan, you’re hurting me. Please stop,” I pleaded and tried to tug my arm away.

“No. Tell me why you keep pushing me away,” Jonathan said gently, but his voice took on a dark edge. It bordered on threatening. “Is it Isaac? It’s Isaac isn’t it. He’s the reason you don’t like me anymore. Are you cheating on me? I see the way you look at him. Are you sleeping with him? Did you spread your legs for him already? God, and I thought you were a prude.”

!!!!!!

“Jonathan, I mean it, let go.” I could hear my own voice, shaky and on the verge of tears. I was certain that any werewolves within the vicinity were too drunk or preoccupied to hear me if I screamed. I was trapped and I was alone, and I prayed that by some miracle, someone would save me, but I knew it was hopeless when Jonathan pushed me backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay, don’t fight it. You’ve been fighting it for months, but I know you want it. Just let it happen,” he whispered. He pressed his mouth to mine, and when I tried to push him away, he bit down hard and I tasted blood. “I’ll give it to you much better than Isaac, you’ll see. I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…”

He held me down, and sucked the sensitive flesh of my neck, painfully and unforgivingly. I tried to thrash and squirm, but he didn’t relent. Eventually, I felt fingers twiddling with the button of my jeans, and it popped open. I stopped fighting what I thought was inevitable, and I closed my eyes and silently cried.

!!!!!!

It was then that all the weight of Jonathan’s body was suddenly lifted off me. I heard a loud crash.

I opened my eyes to see Isaac standing there, towering over Jonathan, who was laying face first on the floor in front of a broken bookshelf. Isaac’s eyes were flashing golden and his teeth were sharp and bared, and I knew I had to intervene before Jonathan saw his wolfish features and found out his secret.

“Isaac,” I whimpered. At the sound of my voice, his head whipped around. He ran over, bending down to inspect my features with his glowing orbs, and tenderly brushed my hair away from my face. He rubbed his fingers together; he’d felt the evidence of my tears.

He growled, deep and dangerous, and slowly turned around to Jonathan, who was still curled up on the floor. “Isaac, please,” I whispered pleadingly. “Calm down.” I reached out to touch his hand in an effort to anchor him back to reality.

It seemed to be working. Isaac took deep, steadying breaths and he was finally back to normal. But that didn’t stop him from walking over to Jonathan and kicking him in the stomach.

I should’ve protested the violence unfolding before me, but I found it thrilling, watching Isaac beat the shit out of Jonathan, knowing that just moments before, he had tried to force himself on me. After a few more punches, Isaac lifted Jonathan up by the collar and shoved him into the wall.

“If you ever come near her again, I’ll kill you,” Isaac said softly. He could’ve shouted it in Jonathan’s face and it wouldn’t have sounded half as threatening as the intensity in his quiet tone. “Get out.”

Jonathan didn’t need to be told twice. He stumbled out of the room. Isaac shut the door. I sat still and silent, processing everything that had unfolded within the last few minutes. Isaac was standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Neither of us moved.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, breaking the tense silence.

“I am n-now,” I answered shakily, trying to calm my erratic breathing. Isaac was beside me in an instant. “I’m so sorry, Isaac.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I am though. I’m sorry for ruining your night,” I mumbled. “You can go back to your date. I’ll be okay.”

“My date?” Isaac repeated, audibly offended. “That’s what you’re worried about? First of all, she’s not my date. She’s some random girl I just met. I’m not going anywhere, especially after what just happened. Do you really think I’d just leave you like this? God, I was so terrified. I knew something was wrong when I saw that asshole marching up here all drunk and angry. I was listening and I heard everything he said to you. He was trying to, he was gonna--God, what the fuck,” Isaac growled. He kicked a nearby shelf, and I flinched when the wood cracked.

“I know,” I whispered in horror. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you and... and that girl were off somewhere… I thought I was alone,” I whimpered. Isaac hugged me, holding me close. He moved us into a laying position, cradling my face into his chest. I cried into his shirt. “Please don’t leave me, Isaac.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re safe now,” he said softly. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

I looked up at the same time he looked down. We locked eyes. Something came over me, and it was wildly inappropriate and wrong for a million different reasons, but I leaned up and brushed my lips against his. I tasted tears. He’d been crying too.

Any remaining guilt I’d been harboring for what I did to Jonathan eroded in that moment. It was clear now who I was supposed to be with. Jonathan had revealed what kind of person he truly was. And so did Isaac. It was time for me to do the same.

I whispered, “I’m sorry Isaac, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. I felt so much lighter as the words slipped from my lips. I nearly floated to the ceiling when Isaac whispered back, “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

He was shivering. His hands were shaking when he touched my cheek, gently and carefully, and traced my cheekbone and my lips, just like he’d done the first time we kissed. And then his lips were on mine, soft and tender. I pulled him closer and kissed him back. He locked his arm around my waist and held me against him.

I didn’t know whether it was the thrill of seeing Isaac beat up someone to protect me, or the fact that he’d just told me he loved me. It was probably both of those things that sent a rush of arousal through my body. I couldn’t get enough of him and I wanted him now.

I grabbed his hand from around my waist and shoved his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans. He pulled away from my lips.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “After everything that just happened--”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I interrupted resolutely. “I’m ready. I want this.”

He nodded and kissed me once more. He looked me in the eyes when he slid his fingers into my panties. My back arched at the jolts of pleasure and I sighed his name. My nails dug into his arm as he rubbed my clit in slow circles, then quicker.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and I nearly came at the sight of him licking his fingers clean of my juices. He sat up, moving one of my knees over so he could settle in between my spread legs.

Isaac dipped down so he was laying on top of me. “I love you,” he said, punctuating his words with kisses on my forehead, my nose, and finally, my lips. He pulled down the hem of my jeans and peeled them off my legs. I tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head, and used my toes to wriggle his pants and boxers down his legs.

He kissed me one more time. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “We can’t ever go back to the way things were if we do this. I don’t want to go back to being friends. Also, we’re in Lydia’s house, and I kinda wanted our first time to be special.”

“You’re adorable.” I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t want to go back to being friends either. And I don’t care about where I lose my virginity. I just care that it’s with you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He entered me slowly and steadily, and I hissed at his size. Despite his slow pace, I had to halt him with a hand on his chest halfway in. He was stretching me open and tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes, and Isaac was all too aware. His eyes never left my face. His concern turned me on even more.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and he buried his face into my neck, placing kisses onto my skin and whispering I’m sorry and I love you over and over. After what felt like forever, he was fully sheathed inside me.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I couldn’t form any words. His praise sent waves of arousal to my core. I asked him to move faster. He pulled out and then rutted back in, forming a steady rhythm. I clawed at his back; it was finally starting to feel good, and a building pressure was festering in my lower belly. He was slick and fast now, snapping his hips into my pussy.

“Fuck, Isaac, I’m close,” I moaned. “Right there, don’t stop, please.”

At last, my toes curled and my back arched off the bed as he brought me to my climax. He followed shortly after a few sloppy thrusts. We fell asleep shortly after, cuddled and warm and safe in each other’s arms. I couldn’t wait to tell Stiles that Isaac liked to be little spoon.

Lydia found us in the morning when she was doing a round of tidying up before her parents came home. She pretended to be upset that we had used her guest room, but it was obvious she wasn’t really mad. The rest of the park could sense the shift in our dynamic and they were mostly just happy that we had finally figured out we were supposed to be together.

~*~*~

At school the following Monday, Isaac and I spent all our time together holding hands and being disgustingly cute. Jonathan had told people what had happened at the party, or his distorted, self-serving version of it. The rumors spread fast. I was slut-shamed with dirty looks and snide remarks, but it didn’t bother me. It helped that Isaac Lahey was my boyfriend now and no one did anything too awful in fear of getting on his bad side.

It was still hard to believe sometimes, the way everything unfolded. It’s not that I was proud of myself for what I did, but I didn’t exactly feel bad either. Maybe that meant I was a shitty person. Maybe Isaac was too. It’s not like Jonathan was innocent in all of this. All of us were wrong, but that’s just the way life is sometimes. People are shitty. Feelings are complicated. Life is messy.

At the end of it all, I ended up with Isaac. The end doesn’t justify the means, but if I had to do it all over again, I would. I’d do anything if it was for him.

fin.

isaac as a fratboy

#isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey imagine #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #daniel sharman smut

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Fic: What We Don't Know Can't Hurt Us

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Librarian!Reader (cishet female) meet-cute

Warnings: No warnings really, some language and mention of masturbation and sex. Reader doesn't like kids. Yearning. Frankie is a TOTAL DILF SWEETHEART. Sad ending.

Summary: Reader is a librarian who has to temp at the kids' section desk from time to time which is a pain because she doesn't like kids. And who is a regular if not a very hot, scruffy-looking dad with the very polite and mild-mannered daughter? Sparks fly but some things maybe aren't meant to be.

Words: 5,155

a/n: Just to be clear, this one doesn't end well. I just wanted to write something sad, I guess.

Oh, shit, there he is again. The Hot Dad.

You straighten a little in your chair and once again curse the fact that you’re working in the children’s section at the library: the only desk that isn’t adjustable. You prefer to do your service desk duties standing up, not only for ergonomic reasons but because you hate how patrons look down on you – literally – when you’re seated by the desk. Also, you tend to slouch and it’s not an attractive look. And at the kids’ section, you’re all supposed to work on the same level as the little tykes. And you’re not particularly keen on those.

You are, however, keen on hot dads. God knows you only get them once in a blue moon and if they show up, it’s usually in tow of a whole clan of children and a wife. But this dad has been in once before when you’ve had desk duty and you saw him stop at the shelf for picture books about divorce and pick out a few. You also heard him tell his little girl that she shouldn’t bring the books she chose to her mom’s. Divorcee, so fantasizing was even more allowed – although he probably had a girlfriend. Guys like that always do.

“You don’t want to lose them, sweetie,” he had explained patiently to his daughter. “You can keep them in your room at my place but if you take them to your mom’s there’s a risk you lose them and that means I have to pay for them. You see, we’re only borrowing these books, that’s what you do in a library.”

You had smiled an inwards smile when listening to him. There was nothing you loved more than parents who actually seemed to understand that all the material in the library was free at one simple condition: return it in time, in the same condition as you borrowed it. A lot of people did not seem to grasp this and made a huge deal when they failed to meet these conditions and were faced with late fees or even had to compensate for lost books. But when parents who knew how to use a library include their offspring, explain how it all works for them, well, that’s how you foster a new generation of good library patrons.

This dad did just that. And he was very careful with the books, prompting his daughter to be the same. Every book she pulled out of the stacks, he helped her put back in the right place. That’s practically marriage material right there and it was enough to make you weak at the knees, to be honest. After almost ten years working in a public library, you were disillusioned about people in general and their intelligence in particular. Sure, you liked your job enough to not cry in the mornings when you had to leave bed, and you did enjoy the work itself (mostly), but… having to deal with people was exhausting. Having to deal with little people even more so, and the worst was having to deal with adult people who had little people with them. Parents.

Hence your absolute obsession with Hot Dad who was soft-spoken, really good with his kid, understood to appreciate the library and its services, nodded his hello to you when passing by the desk, didn’t make a mess, clearly read to his kid regularly and encouraged her to read for herself. You just didn’t get to see people like that so often, and it triggered your interest. You allowed yourself to daydream about him.

Francisco Morales. You remember his name from his last visit, when he and the kid came up to the desk with their haul. You always encouraged patrons to use the self-service check-out (the less you had to do deal with them, the better), but for this guy you were more than willing to go the extra service mile, even with the kid staring at your every move from across the desk as you registered all the loans. You silently gave her plus points for not trying to “help” like some kids did, and for the quiet but clear Thank you she gave you without prompting from her father.

You’re busying yourself with the returns, loading them onto a cart, when you hear a soft, deep voice go Excuse me behind your back. You twirl around and see Morales, pulling his baseball cap off his head to reveal curls that would make any hair model cry of envy.

“Sorry to bother you,” he offers. Take me now, you think to yourself but instead, you give him your brightest customer service smile, the one you rarely give patrons.

“No worries, how can I help?”

“We’re looking for picture books about farm animals. You don’t happen to have those separated? I noticed you have some subject areas separated.” He gestures back towards the picture book stacks where his daughter is quietly perusing.

“We don’t, but I think we have some Julia Donaldsons available, let me come and have a look.”

You don’t always offer. With most patrons, you’d tell them to look under D for Donaldson and then smile sweetly and ask them if they’re okay to do it themselves. You can’t do everything for everyone, that way they’ll never learn. But for Francisco Morales and his well-behaved little girl, you’re absolutely willing to make an exception.

There are some Donaldsons that the girl, whose name you learn is Sofia, eagerly accepts when you present her with them.

“I love fawm animals,” she sighs happily as she browses the first one. “Do you?”

“Who doesn’t love animals?” You make the effort to small talk although communicating with kids usually makes you awkward.

“What’s youw favowite? Mine is bunny. And howses. And lambs.”

“Goats! I love goats, they’re so cute and sweet and playful.” You almost add something about goats being the devil’s favorite animal as well but manage to stop yourself in time.

“Is there something else you want to ask the librarian?” Morales asks his daughter. “If not, I’m sure she has a lot of work to do, and we shouldn’t keep her any longer.”

“I’m here to help,” you shrug and give him a little smile: not a polite, impersonal one that you’d give a patron, but a more intimate one. A flirty smile. “You just need to ask.”

The smile he gives you back is warm and grateful, and you realize that he doesn’t have different facial expressions for different people. He doesn’t work in customer service because if he did, he’d know the difference. Not that you ever thought he worked in retail or anything like that, well, maybe a hardware store, but no. He just doesn’t seem like the type. The way he moves his body suggests something a lot more physical.

Oh, you’d like to get physical with him, alright…

All the sucky library-themed pick-up lines flash through your head. Can I check you out as an overnight loan? Can I insert my private collection into your empty stacks? My reference desk or yours? Am I being too loud, well, you’ll just have to shush me with your lips. You’re like an overdue library book because you have fine written all over you.

Worst part is, if Hot Dad Morales tried any of these on you, you’d probably forgive him and go for it. Maybe. You’re really not that simple, but a girl can dream, right?

The kid thanks you and you return to the relative safety of the desk and the mundane task of alphabetizing returns. You need to calm the fuck down and act professional. Daydreaming is fine but you’re barely toeing the line.

God, you need to get laid. As if that’s something that one can remedy just by walking into a store and ordering a medium dick with a side of hands and tongue.

📚📚📚

The next time you see Francisco and Sofia Morales, you’re taking your lunch break in the small park outside the library. It’s a sunny day and you didn’t fancy sitting in the breakroom with your salad, listening to colleagues talking about who cares what. So you took your lunch box, fork, and water bottle, and went to sit on the park bench the furthest away from the swing set and sandbox. The weather is nice and you enjoy yourself and your break from the library’s chat service. You never know what you’re gonna get when you work the chat: a stupid question about opening hours which anyone could google the answer to, or something more complicated like requests for books with partial or no titles, rarities, or subject areas that you don’t know much about. That’s when you get to use your whole competence and really dig deep, think outside the box, solve problems. You love it but it’s challenging at times, and takes a lot of energy. Your outdoor break is welcome.

“Hi!”

You hadn’t noticed the girl walking up to you and the greeting startles you.

“Oh, hi.”

“We’we wetuwning the animal books,” Sofia informs you seriously. You have to smile.

“Good job. You want more of those or something else this time?”

“Mowe. Will you help me find some?”

“I’m not working the desk at the children’s section today but my colleague there will absolutely help you. Just ask her.”

Now you see Morales walking towards you from the swing set, carrying the large, flowery canvas tote that says “book bag” he always brings to the library.

“Hello,” he nods with that warm smile that he definitely gives everyone. “Sofia, don’t disturb the lady on her break. I’m sure she wants some peace and quiet before she has to go back to work.”

Jesus fucking Christ. How does this man just know shit like this?

“I’m sowwy,” Sofia immediately offers. “I wanted to say hello.”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” you allow, although technically, he’s not wrong. “I’m almost done. It was nice to see you. I hope you have a good visit to the library.”

“Thank you!” She skips along and Morales chuckles as he takes off his baseball cap and scratches his head, swipes his long locks out of his forehead, then puts the hat back on.

“You’re her favorite, you know,” he tells you. When you raise your eyebrow, not comprehending, he hurries to elaborate. “Of the librarians. She says you’re the best.”

“Thank you, but whatever for?” You know you do a good enough job at your usual position and that your regulars appreciate you, but you are also very aware of not being at your finest in the kids’ section.

“You have to ask her,” Morales grins as he looks out for his kid, who has returned to the swing set and is pumping her legs on the swing, brows knitted in concentration. “But she’s very taken with you. I think it’s because you’re very calm and focused with her.”

Calm and focused??? You almost laugh out loud. That’s everything you’re not when you’re at the kids’ desk.

“Thanks,” you manage, because you have to say something.

“She’s also really interested in your tattoos and I definitely think she wants to get her nose pierced now,” Morales goes on. “I told her that we don’t comment on people’s appearance, but just a heads up, she might ask you about those.”

Ah, the unpredictability of children.

“I appreciate it.” You really do. You don’t mind talking about your tattoos or the septum ring you have but if a kid suddenly asks about it, you’d rather be prepared.

“Anyway, sorry to intrude on your lunch.”

“No worries,” you reassure him. “You can… sit down for a while if you want to? I have ten minutes left.”

Your heart beats faster at your proposal. It’s not exactly appropriate but you just want to enjoy his company for a moment. And discreetly sniff him because he smells so fucking good, woodsy and smokey but with a hint of… vanilla? You’re terrible at recognizing smells but it reminds you of some aroma reeds you had a couple of years ago that smelled like a wood cabin with vanilla sugar spilled on the floor. You loved it but like everything you love, it was discontinued.

Morales looks over at his daughter before nodding, the book bag slipping down from his shoulder as he places it next to the bench.

“If you’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

He likes your straightforward answer, you can tell from how his eyes crinkle a little and how relaxed his body language is when he sits down.

“I’m Frankie, by the way,” he says, like he just remembered that introductions are a normal part of human interaction. He extends his right hand to you and as you accept it and tell him your name, you can’t help but marvel at how huge his hand is. Big, warm, slightly damp but not in a weird way.

“Nice to meet you, Frankie.” Frankie. Francisco Morales is Frankie. It suits him better than Francisco, to be honest.

“And that’s Sofia.” He points to the girl who seems content swinging by herself. You realize you’re expected to say something nice about her to the proud dad.

“She seems sweet.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome. And she loves coming to the library, it’s all she talks about when I have her.” He clears his throat and adds: “Her mother and I got divorced quite recently. I only get her five days every other week.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Shit, it’s divorce and custody talk from the start. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“That’s life,” he shrugs, “but I figured that going to the library every time I get her could be a good routine to ground her. And then we have books that we can read together for her entire stay.”

It’s definitely a good routine as far as you can tell.

“When I was between nine and thirteen years old, my dad would take me to the local library every Monday evening,” you tell him, smiling at the memory. “My dad never opened a book in his life but he patiently read the auto and tech magazines while I collected half the kids’ section with me. When I went to tell him that I was done, he always pretended to object to the amounts, but then he’d help me carry it all to the car.”

As you tell him this, you’re looking at him, no, staring at the patchy, grey-splashed beard he’s sporting. It’s the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen. What’s the story there, why doesn’t it grow evenly? Is this a thing? You don’t have enough experience in the field of facial hair. Is it genetic? Is it always like this?

He keeps looking at his daughter as he listens to you with a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying your little anecdote.

“That’s lovely,” he says, turning his attention back to you when you’re finished. “Dads and daughters, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

You pick up your phone to check the time. Shit. You have to return to the chat.

“I gotta go. Lunch break’s over.”

You collect your things and stand up, brushing off your skirt. Frankie stands up as well and picks up the book bag.

“I’ll see you in there?”

“I’m not a the desk today.”

“Oh.” He seems disappointed, his eyes flickering from you to the ground. “That’s too bad.”

“And the kids' section isn't my primary department.”

“The bad news just keep on coming, don't they,” he jokes as the two of you start to walk towards the entrance. Sofia jumps from the swing and comes running.

“She's not at the desk today, daddy,” she tells Frankie precociously.

“I know, mija. We'll have to ask someone else about the animal books, okay?”

Sofia doesn't seem too happy with this solution but nods. You take your leave before she has the opportunity to ask about your body modifications, and disappear through a door marked “Staff Only”.

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The following weeks you seem to see Frankie everywhere. You run into him at the supermarket and get drafted into advicing him on what cereal to buy for his kid. “Something healthy, but good so she'll actually eat it.” How the hell should I know? you want to scoff, but you're simping for him enough to help him choose something you'd never in a thousand years touch yourself. You see him in town one afternoon when you're running errands and he suggests you grab a coffee - holy hell, in your book that's a fucking date - but you decline as kindly as you can, citing a busy schedule when in fact you're mostly just scared out of your mind. The daydream is becoming a little too real and you're absolutely not ready for that, especially not because of the kid. If it wasn't for Sofia, you could have dared the leap, but dating a guy relatively fresh out of a marriage, and with a kid to boot? No, that's asking for trouble and you don't want trouble.

One afternoon at the kids' desk, you once again get to help Sofia find books, this time on sharks.

“She went from farm animals to sharks in one week,” Frankie confides in you when the girl is sitting quietly in a reading nook, carefully studying every page and occasionally widening her eyes at what you suspect is pictures of shark teeth. “It's sharks this and sharks that. She asks if there are sharks in every body of water she sees, from the pond in the park to the ditch outside my parents' house.”

“Have her watch Jaws and she will never want to think about sharks ever again,” you suggest, earning a laugh although the idea was probably a little bit on the morbid side.

“Maybe, but that would probably scar her for life. I actually want her to learn how to swim.”

“Then best not.”

You pick up a couple of books someone else left behind on a table and make a gesture that says I have to re-shelve these, come with and Frankie follows you to the right shelf.

“You know, she talks about you as her friend at the library.”

Now, some people would find that adorable but you don't. You're not friends with this kid, you're in a position where you could possibly influence her keenness to literature and literacy but you will always risk critique from her guardians. Being a children's librarian is like a hybrid between being in customer service, and being a teacher. You get to form young malleable minds but you are always subjected to criticism, even when you've done nothing wrong. Kids are patrons, like adults, and to have them see you as friends is only going to complicate things.

“That's nice,” you reply carefully, not really sure what else to say. It's so hard to talk to parents sometimes, one wrong words and you're basically Satan, you can't know because you don't have kids yourself, how dare you not worship the ground my offspring just vomited all over?

“You're definitely her favorite librarian.”

That you can take. You have a couple of adult patrons who come in regularly and prefer to get their reading recommendations from you. They always have time to discuss literature and they bring you a box of chocolates for Christmas.

“Well, she's easy to help. She always knows what she wants and she's polite. And quite easy to please,” you smile, meaning every word. You don't mention that the only time you like kids is when they're like Sofia is right now: reading quietly in a corner, handling the books with care.

“You're my favorite librarian as well,” Frankie adds, and now that sweet smile he's always wearing when you see him is shy. There's definitely a red tinge on his cheekbones as well and it makes you want to lean forward and kiss him on his goddamn mouth with that goddamn full lower lip that he sometimes sucks into his mouth or fucking licks...

“How many librarians do you know?” you ask and manage to sound easy-going, or at least you think so. The laugh Frankie produces is low and rolling and it makes your stomach coil in on itself. Fuck him and that deep voice he rode in on!

“Got me there. It's basically you and Mrs Wilkerson, the school librarian who scared the shit out of me when I was in elementary school. She made sure I didn't step foot in a library until, well, now.”

“Oh, I so wanted to be a librarian like that when I was a kid!” You grin at Frankie's horrified expression. “No, no, hear me out! I always had this idea that those librarians led these super rich, fulfilling lives as night-time vigilantes or that they were actually millionaires who spent their free time floating around in pools with fancy drinks in hand.”

“Were you... a normal child, besides these illusions?” Frankie teases you and before you can stop yourself, you're slapping his arm playfully. Like a girlfriend would. Or someone more intimate than a Favorite Librarian, at any rate.

“I'll have you know that the voices in my head are saying that we had a very normal and healthy childhood,” you reply with as much dignity as you can muster, while desperately wishing for the phone to ring or another patron to ask for your help. But no, the ones present seem to be managing on their own - except for one mom who seemed to have overheard your joke because she is now staring at you with hesitation in her eyes.

It's Sofia who comes to your rescue with her request of being taken to the bathroom. By the time she and Frankie are done there, your colleague has come to relieve you of your duties at the children's section.

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You knew of course that it was coming. You may not be that experienced in the terms of dating and relationships but you weren't stupid and you had some experience: Frankie was going to ask you out. It had to happen. Technically, it had already happened that afternoon in town when he asked you out for coffee. He maybe didn't see it as a date, but you certainly did.

It happened when you had just started your shift in the children's section and it was a fucking mess. A class of kindergarteners had just left and the teachers hadn't bothered to keep them in check, so there were not only books on every available surface, they were also put in the wrong way and in the wrong places. Your colleague who you were relieving stayed behind to help you, feeling too bad to leave it all to you.

That's when Daddy and Daughter Morales showed up. You weren't really happy about the existence of kids in the first place but made an effort for Sofia, who brought you a drawing she had made in preschool that day. It featured some figures in green, slightly reminiscent of animals and one human but you wouldn't be able to tell. Luckily, Frankie explained it to you.

“She's waited all day to give you this drawing of you with goats.”

“Wow,” you manage. “Thank you, Sofia, this was so kind of you.”

The girl is beaming with pride. “Will you put it on the wall?”

“Super probably!”

“I can see you're busy,” Frankie notes and ushers Sofia along. “We won't distract you. Come on, honey, let her do her job now and maybe you'll get to talk to her later.”

You nod your thanks and focus on cleaning up the entire department before you colleague leaves and Frankie and Sofia come to the desk to borrow this week' picks. Sofia seems uncharacteristically giddy.

“Do you want to come with us to the awbowetum?” she asks with a wide, expectant smile. Fuck shit ass hell.

“We're going on Saturday,” Frankie fills in, “and we were both hoping you'd want to join?”

Saturday. Thank goodness.

“Sorry, I work on Saturday,” you say, trying to sound rueful. It's true and you're relieved about not having to lie. “But thanks, it's sweet of you to ask.”

Sofia is clearly disappointed and so is Frankie, but he masks it better.

“Some other time, yeah?”

If it were only him, you'd tell him it wasn't a good idea. But you can't say that with the kid right in front of you. You may not like kids but that doesn't mean you want to scar them for life.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You loan them the books and as they leave, Sofia waves happily at you and Frankie shoots you one last smile that makes you press your thighs together in your seat.

Come Saturday, you're by your usual desk in the section for adult fiction and you almost fall off your chair when you see Frankie come up the stairs and straight up to the desk.

“Hi.” He's had a haircut and a shave and looks different. Still good, but very different. The dark locks of his hair are more tamed. The mustache is still there but you miss the patchy beard.

“Um, hi? Where's Sofia?”

“In the car, with a friend. We're going to the arboretum.”

“Right. I hope you have a good time, the arboretum's lovely.” You still don't understand what he's doing here and he seems to have some difficulty in telling you. Moving his weight from one foot to the other, he scratches his neck and looks down - why does he have to be so freaking cute? - before looking up at you.

“About that... I wanted to apologize. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to ask you to come with, but Sofia was so persistent. She likes you so much. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I'm sorry.”

“That's alright,” you brush it off because there's not really anything else you can say. “Don't think about it, just go have a good day.”

“I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go grab a drink with me. Just me. Maybe next week when Sofia's at her mother's.”

Fuck, there it is. His hopeful face makes you hate yourself for the answer you have to give.

“I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Frankie,” you begin carefully. “I'm really flattered, but you're... recently divorced with a kid. That's a lot of baggage and things could get complicated. I don't want to get caught up in that.”

You've practiced this speech at home but it still breaks your fucking heart because Frankie is so good-looking, kind, funny, and sweet. You would've asked him out yourself already if it wasn't for the baggage. Fuck, you masturbate to the thought of him, for crying out loud! You imagine what it would be like to be with him, to make dinner together and watch movies and go to bed and wake up in each other's arms. You think about sex with him a lot. You make an effort with your appearance those days you know he'll show up at the library, you don't even mind the kids' section that much anymore because you get to talk to him.

You are fucking in love with him, or at least the idea of him because you don't know much about him, only that he used to be a pilot in the special forces but now he trains new pilots, he has best friends who are like uncles to Sofia (and who have been asking about this mystery librarian she always keeps talking about), he likes cooking and loves baking with his daughter, he hates working out but knows he should take better care of himself, hell, you even know what brand of milk he buys.

He's clearly disappointed but keeps a brave face, one that you can see right through because he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I understand that,” he says quietly, mildly. “I'm sorry, I hope I didn't embarrass you.”

Jesus fucking Christ can this man not???

“No, don't worry. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the answer you wanted. It's just... not a good time.”

Shit. You shouldn't have said that. Now he might think it could be a better time later.

Frankie nods and smiles sadly. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He clears his throat and nods. “I better be going. You have a good weekend now.”

“You too.”

He shoots you one final smile before he turns around and leaves. As you watch him go down the stairs to the exit level, you just want to call his name, do your run through the airport and hurry after him, throw yourself into his arms, kiss him, Jesus, imagine that somewhere there's someone who'll get to kiss him some day, tell him that you made a huge mistake and you want to go out with him, you want to have drinks with him and dinner and breakfast and lunch for the rest of your lives because nothing would make you happier than making him happy. You want to be the reason his eyes crinkle and his cheek displays that little dimple that makes you lose your train of thought every time you see it.

But it's not for you. People with kids need to prioritize their kids and you know that you can't be anyone's number two. You don't want to get caught up in custody disputes, you don't want to be "your father's new slut", you don't want to be anyone's stepmom. You don't want to have to spend five days a week in the same house as a five-year-old. Being in a relationship is difficult enough as it is and if you can make choices that avoid some of the problems, you're going to make them, no matter how much it hurts.

And it hurts. A lot. But so much in life hurts and you've made it through before.

He must already be out the door, probably in the car. Does he say something about this to his daughter and friend? Is it a female friend? No, it must be one of his army buddies, probably one of the brothers.

You pull up Frankie's profile in the library database and see his phone number. You could call him anytime. Or send a text. Keep talking to him, flirting.

Shit. It's a bad idea.

A patron approaches the desk and you force yourself to look mild and service-minded.

“Hi, do you have Hate To Want You by someone called... Ray, I think?”

“Please hold a moment, I'll check.” You stifle the sigh that threatens to escape you and hope that the day will be busy so you won't have time to think about Francisco Morales again.

#my fic #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader

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bruhlsbees · 3 years

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sapphire strings || modern!andrea marowski x gn!reader

summary: andrea marowski is an exchange student from poland and reader's stand partner in their orchestra

pairing: modern!andrea marowski x female!reader

warnings: super fluffy, possibly bad polish translations, stupidly disgustingly sweet

word count: 3,588

a/n: i just watched ladies in lavender for the first time and i adore andrea so much - such a sweet sweet boy, if you can catch the poor white chicks reference in this i will love you forever.....also check out @creme-bruhlee newest andrea marowski fanfiction because they've only posted the first chapter and you can tell it's already going to be wonderful!!

The auditorium echoed with the sounds of sheet music rustling, instruments being tuned, and those who ignored the conductor and chose to continue to play their instruments, despite others needing to desperately tune their own. It was rather chaotic - but you expected nothing different as the orchestra was preparing to enter a new concert cycle, the crazed energy still among many as the conductor passed out the new piece.

Sitting in the back, all alone, you waited until the violinists in front passed your copy of the new piece back to you. For the new concert, the orchestra would be playing ‘Dvorak - New World Symphony’. Everyone was surprised to say the least when the conductor had announced it. While it wasn’t too challenging for most of those who were in the orchestra, it still gave the conductor enough room to push you all for what he knew you could achieve.

When the girl in front of you turned around, smiling as she extended her arm out above your stand to hand you your copy, you snatched it quickly from her, eyes lighting up as you set it flat on your stand, opening the booklet to scan your section. You ignored her laugh, and the rolling of her eyes, paying attention only to the set of notes - airbowing along as you hummed to yourself.

Despite being last chair in the first violin section, you were just as enthusiastic as the others - perhaps even more than some. You didn’t mind sitting in the back, alone, it meant that you had to only rely on yourself and if you screwed up it was your fault...that and you didn’t drag anyone down with you. You couldn’t lie to yourself, the idea of having a stand partner was not something that you were fond of.

Continuing to airbow, body swaying to the music that played in your head, your motions came to a slow stop as you heard the conductor tap his baton on his stand, raising his hands to gather the attention of everyone. You hadn’t realized until looking up, but there was someone new standing beside him. Someone younger who held his violin close to his chest.

This was weird, you weren’t expecting to have any new member of the orchestra.

“Everyone! Please, settle down for just a moment,” The conductor began, hushing the orchestra with his hands before smiling at the silence, “As you may know, we are transitioning from our previous concert cycle and into our new one-” The claps and whistles that erupted from the percussion section sent out an erupt of laughters from the orchestra, even a stifled one from the conductor. Shaking his head, the conductor tapped on the stand to gather everyone back in.

“Yes, glad to hear we have some enthusiasm over that...anyways, as I was saying, we are entering our new concert cycle and there will be some minor changes with our orchestra. This isn’t a bad thing, but a good thing! We will be having a new violinist joining us all the way from Poland.” Motioning towards the gentleman beside him, the conductor smiled and nudged for the gentleman to step up on the podium with him.

“This here is Andrea Marowski. He will be performing with us for this next concert cycle. Now Andrea, if I remember correctly, you said you played quite frequently back home?”

You watched as the shy boyish grin on Andrea’s face spread, cheeks going pink as he nodded, obviously not too much of a fan with the attention drawn to him. “Tak, I play for Poland orchestra.”

The heavy Polish accent slowed his words a bit, as if he were trying to make sure to annunciate what he was saying in English correctly. You caught yourself smiling ever so slightly, thinking it was cute to see him try so hard.

Your conductor, however, was not as swooned over the Polish violinist as you were. He nodded, clapping the man’s back, before turning Andrea towards your section. You watched as he pointed at you, whispering something to Andrea before returning to the podium. Your smile dropped slightly, shifting in your seat as Andrea approached your stand, hovering next to the open seat that was on the inside.

“Witaj! I was told to sit here?” The statement sounded more like a question, and perhaps that was because the expression that stained your face was not the most welcoming. You were comfortable with the routine you had for yourself - and now it seemed like things were messing up.

“Well if you were told to sit here, you probably are meant to sit here.” You mumbled after a moment of silence, watching as he tilted his head to the side, confused as he didn’t quite catch what you had said. Before he could ask you to repeat what you had said, you were already moving down towards his chair, pulling some of your folders from the chair to set under your own.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Andrea tentatively take a seat, as if he knew that the seat wasn’t meant for him. His back was straight, stiff, like he was already going in to play. You wondered just how big of a deal this guy was over in Poland, because the way he held himself with his violin said almost enough.

To distract yourself from your new stand partner, you vigorously went to work airbowing the song, eyes fixed only on the pages in front of you. You weren’t usually the one to get flustered so easily over something so small, but this piece was something you were looking forward to for a long time and you wanted- needed, it to be perfect.

The sudden rap of the baton hitting the stand caught your attention, pulling you from the piece and up at the conductor, smiling at everyone with his warm smile. The two of you were close, having practiced many years with him - he was almost like a father to you - perhaps if you talked with him alone, he would change the seating arrangement?

“Is everyone ready to practice sight reading?” When a few nods were shook, he raised his hands, preparing to conduct, “Remember the emphasis of sight reading. I do not expect perfection, but to see where we are all at with this piece.”

Taking a deep breath, you raised your violin to your shoulder, adjusting the instrument to not slip from your shoulder before resting your chin on the rest, your back arched straight and foot tapping to the tempo from the metronome. When the conductor began, the strings shot down, moving to the director of the conductor.

At first you were dialed into the music, absorbing every note you could, not processing your surroundings too much until you finally heard Andrea playing beside you. You noticed that he liked to play rather dramatically, drawing out the notes that you wouldn’t think to, but nonetheless it sounded far better than your own. Was this jealousy? Perhaps; you had been with the orchestra for years and kept in the back - so when someone new shows up and clearly is better than you, you couldn’t help but kick yourself.

Shifting your sight from the paper and to Andrea, you began to airbow to watch him. His dark brows were furrowed, lips pursed, concentrating on doing his best for the sight reading. You thought to yourself how he looked funny - like a little kid being angry. You couldn’t help but smile, despite their own emotions feeling rage.

You didn’t know how long you were staring at him, airbowing sloppily, because when you looked up from his fingers and back to his face, his eyes were on you, and the expression on his face was not one of pleasure. With a ‘what are you doing’ expression, he motioned towards the booklet before it finally hit you that you missed the page turn.

With crimson ears, a burning sensation rose up your neck and to your face. You quickly turned and flipped the page, both of you doing your best to figure out where you were, but by the time you found it, the conductor had already stopped. This was embarrassing. How could you miss a page turn? Now he was probably thinking that you were an idiot!

Running a hand through your hair, you let out a soft exhale, listening as the conductor praised you for doing better than he had expected. Your thoughts were racing, too quickly for your brain to process anything. The only thing that you managed to process, however, was Andrea’s voice directed towards you.

“Ołówek?”

Snapping your head towards your left and at him, your frown deepened, confused as to what you had said to you, “I beg your pardon?”

He went to say the word again before his mouth snapped shut, frowning as he tried to think of the word before making a scribbling motion, hoping you would get the hint. It took you a moment, but you soon realized what he was asking of you.

“Oh, pencil. Yeah, hold on.” Dipping down, you opened your case and pulled out a pencil, handing it to him. You watched as he smiled, taking the pencil before leaning forward, putting a giant star above the fourth to last measure of the page, indicating for you to turn the page.

You knew that the gesture wasn’t meant to come off rude - but you were already embarrassed and it felt insulting to watch him draw such an obvious cue for you to remember. Andrea, innocent as always, looking over at you, cheeks pink, a smile across his face, as if he were proud of the stupid little star on the page.

Before your own annoyance burst, you were thankful to hear your conductor begin dismissing everyone for the day, saying that they should go out and enjoy the sun while it lasted. Packing your things up quickly, you all but ignored Andrea beside you, who was slowly packing up, a sad beaten puppy dog expression on his face.

When you finished packing, standing up and dragging your chair with the others to be stacked, you left the auditorium in a hurry, not saying goodbye to anyone. When you exited the auditorium, going down the hall, before finally reaching the fresh air of outside, you all but grumbled to yourself, kicking at the loose stones that passed you by.

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The rocks that you laid on were not comfortable, although they were dulled by the pain that coursed through you. The thin blanket didn’t provide much cushion, but warmth as the sun passed behind clouds, the wind picking up and pulling the waves in higher. You had your eyes closed, blocking the sun from directing into your pupils, blinding you completely.

Coming to the beach always seemed to help your consciousness nowadays, especially when you had a particularly hard day. You were beginning to sink in guilt with how you acted today in practice. The universe directed you onto a path to something new, something great, and you blew it on your own personal insecurities.

“So practice is going to be held every day. Starts at noon, ends at two. I want you to know that this might not be an easy transition for you, you understand? Your accident left you with permanent damage in your hand, you might not play the same aga-”

“So am I not supposed to try? To get back up, pick up my bow, and try until my hand falls off? Please...you were the one who told me all those years to never give up on myself, and now it seems as though you are. I want to be here, I was meant to be here. I can do this. I know I’m rusty, I do, but if I just give up now, I would never forgive myself.”

The conductor pursed his lips, nodding sadly at you before reaching his hand over the desk, taking your weaker one in his, holding it tenderly.

“You’re lucky to be able to still use your hand. I don’t want you to overdo it. You know I enjoy you in the orchestra, but you have to think about the rest of your life. What is to come of you if you lose the ability to use your hand by next spring? Then what?”

You knew the question was meant to sink in - to make you realize that it was important to think into the future...but that was just it, you didn’t think of the future, you thought about the moment, what was going on in the present.

Leaning forward, you placed your stronger hand on his, smiling at him, “And what if I don’t lose my hand by next spring? Have I given up on a whole year to grow? To one day sit back again in the first chair? This is my choice, and I will take all of your concerns to the heart, but at the end of the day, if I want to play, I’ll be damn sure that I am in one of those chairs.”

The determination was something the conductor had been fond of with you. The flicker of hope you always had in your eyes radiated onto the others which brought for a positive environment and a stronger bond within the orchestra.

And now - a year and a half later, your hand was growing stronger each day, and your skill was catching back up to where you were before the accident. You were still not where you wanted to be, nor where you wanted, but it was a start. A start in the right direction. The conductor explained that for the year coming back from your accident you would sit in the back, learn sometimes slower than the others, to make sure you didn’t strain your hand.

At first you were enraged by the decision, but as time went on, you knew it was for the better. The year off from first chair was only that - a year - a year compared to a lifetime didn’t seem too bad by the end of the day. And so when the Polish violinist waltzed into the room, showcasing the same enthusiasm you once held, it saddened you, reminded you of your own demons.

He was better than you, and you hated to admit it - because you knew that you would never be as good as him again. But that wasn’t his fault, and that’s why you were here now, on the beach, drowning in your sorrows.

Holding your hands close to you, head propped up by your violin case, you baked in the warmth of the sun, silent tears spilling down your cheeks. You took in a shaky breath and held it for a moment, listening to your rapid heartbeat as you tried to calm down, before finally exhaling slow. After three more times, you felt calmer, more at peace with your surroundings.

And then the sun went out, like someone turning off the lights.

Opening your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you saw none other than Andrea, standing above you, with a small smile on his face. When you processed who it was, you quickly pushed yourself up off your blanket, standing up to meet his chest, looking up to his eyes.

“Witaj!” Extending his hand out, he held a small purple flower towards you, motioning for you to take it - and you did, carefully taking the flower he gave you and smiled, mumbling a thank you.

Nodding his head, Andrea stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around awkwardly before back at you, “Water pretty.” He commented, as if trying to fill the dead space between you two.

You turned your attention back towards the ocean and smiled, nodding before looking back at him, “Yes, I think so.” Twirling the purple flower in your fingers, you felt the heavy weight of the silence sit on you, wondering what to say next. Did he want something? Was he here to yell at you? Part of you knew that if he were to yell, he would have every right - after all, you were a complete jerk to him throughout practice.

But he didn’t, he never did.

Moving around you, Andrea took a seat on your blanket before patting the space beside him. At first you didn’t move, debating on whether you would want to share the space with him, but then your heart tugged, and the next thing you knew you were beside him on the blanket, shoulders pressed against one another as you both looked out towards the ocean.

“You play....” He paused, trying to think of the word he was looking for in English. While he thought, your stomach twisted in knots. What would he say? Was he looking for the word bad? No good? Despicable? Was this man going to destroy your entire career with just one wor-

“Me-Mez...merisi?” Looking down, your cheeks grew even hotter than they had in the auditorium. Did he just say that your playing was mesmerizing? You knew he must have heard the word on the television or radio, because it wasn’t a word you’d ever thought to describe yourself.

“Mesmerizing?” You questioned, watching as he nodded, agreeing proudly as he got the word right. You shook your head, laughing lightly, “I wouldn’t say that...but thank you.”

Clearing your throat, you felt silent, playing with the flower again before turning, opening your violin case to set the flower in, so it wouldn’t get lost or ruined, before closing the case again. You were then again met with the silence between you two.

And then, the bubbling sensation brewed in you again - the guilt that was eating away at you. You knew that you’d have to apologize here and now, or spend the entire night tossing and turning with another thing to feel guilty over. But you didn’t want his pity, you didn’t want to explain why you were upset because there was nothing to be upset over. That was just it though, right now wasn’t about you, at least not entirely.

Taking a deep breath, letting out an exhale, you turned and looked up at Andrea, who seemed fixed on the ocean, “Andrea?” You began, gaining his attention. When you stared into his honey eyes, the smile growing on his face, you smiled back, continuing on.

“I just wanted to say sorry, for earlier, how I acted,” You pointed at your weak hand, before dropping it back in your lap, “I was in an accident last year, hurt my hand, could not play well.” You tried to speak slow, making sure he was following before continuing on. “I was sad hearing you play, because you are...mezmerisi.”

Andrea let out a soft laugh, his smile growing until you could see the two rows of teeth in his mouth, your own laugh escaping, feeling ridiculous at the lame joke. But you were glad to see that he wasn’t mad, and for the most part, he seemed to understand.

“I understand.” Turning his attention from you and to the rocks and shells beside the blanket, his eyes lit up and leaned forward, pressing himself against you, disregarding your personal space, as he reached for a seashell, pulling back before holding it up for you to see.

Smiling, you nodded, “Seashell, yes. Pretty.” And it was - a beautiful shark’s eye moon shell with hues of blue, purple, and orange glazed over the white. You watched as he extended the shell to you before shaking your head, closing his hand with your own, “Keep it, Andrea.”

At first he seemed to be sad that you didn’t accept his gift, but soon tucked the shell into his coat pocket, turning back to look out at the sea. You followed in suit, turning and leaning against him once again slightly, looking out at the sea as the sun began to set.

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When you sat in your seat the next day in practice, you got your stand ready, setting your bow on the bottom shelf of the stand, a pencil ready in case you or Andrea needed it. After your talk yesterday with him, you felt better with yourself and the idea of being someone’s stand partner again. Despite your own accident, it did not make you a burden towards others. Andrea was patient and he did his best, in his poor English, to make it known that he would help you when you needed it.

So when he came in that day, a glowing smile on his face, bidding the conductor and others in your section a ‘good afternoon’, he soon came to you, sitting in his chair to your left before pulling out his things; rosin, an extra pencil, and the seashell he found yesterday.

Blushing, your attention shifted from the seashell and to him, a smirk on your face as you got him smirking back, acting nonchalant while getting his shoulder rest ready and tuning his violin.

Maybe it was a placebo effect on your mind, maybe it was the seashell, the conversation yesterday with Andrea, your conversation with the conductor a year ago, or your own realization that your own growth would make you better than you’ve ever played before - but in a different way.

Whatever it was though, that day during practice, was the best practice you’d had in a very long time.

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruehl #ladies in lavender #andrea marowski #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski imagine #modern au #au

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Vacation Part 2 ~ Prague [P.P]

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A/n: Chapter 2 is here! I'm still working on 3 and I'll hopefully have it done in time for next week. I'm so grateful for the response from this small series and I'm excited that you all like it! This chapter has more angst in it and yes I was slightly inspired by To all the boys I've loved before haha.

Thank you to @eeyore101247 for beta reading this chapter for me at the last minute! I love you Lolo!

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of slut-shaming and bullying, high school sucks, mentions of Tony and grief but also cute romantic fluff cause we love to see it.

The end of the class’ time in Italy arrived too soon in Peter’s opinion. He’d had so much fun with you, he’d almost forgotten entirely about his plan. Almost. There was still a part of him drawn to MJ and still felt jealous when she was with Brad which started to happen more often.

And yet he always felt himself drawn back to you.

Peter sighed as he finished packing his bags, his head reeling from everything until he heard a knock on the door. Mostly everyone had left the hotel in a hurry but Ned had stayed with Peter.

“You got a package.” He handed Peter the wrapped package and looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you think it’s a bomb or something?”

Peter looked at his best friend in bewilderment. “Well I do now!”

“I’m sure it’s not.” Ned shook his head, eying the package carefully. Peter cautiously looked at Ned and back at the parcel in his hands. He knew this vacation had been too good to be true. He carefully looked at the writing and noticed a shield logo in the corner.

“It’s from SHIELD.” Peter spoke carefully as he opened the wrapping, he was hoping maybe for a cool badge or something but instead there was only a glasses case. Ned and him exchanged a look before opening the case.

There inside of the wooden casing was a pair of glasses, they looked mostly ordinary with a blue shaded tint to the lenses like the kind Tony would wear. Peter felt a strange kind of feeling as he looked at them, it was a mix of grief and disappointment, are these old glasses really the only thing Tony had left for him?

“Awesome!” Ned looked over Peter’s shoulder at the glasses. “Try them on!”

Peter thought about it before quickly closing the case and putting it in his backpack, shaking his head. “We’ll be late for the flight.”

“Oh you didn’t hear?” Ned gave Peter a look who shrugged in return. “We’re going by coach now. Mr Harrington said we got an upgrade to Prague.”

“What about Paris?!” Peter exclaimed, looking at Ned with wide eyes.

“Well Mr Harrington and Mr Dell kind of got into an argument about whether it was Prague or Paris we were meant to be going to. Turns out Mr Harrington was supposed to book Paris but he booked Prague instead.” Ned explained, shaking his head.

Peter sighed and furrowed his brow, a coach didn’t sound much fun but at least Peter didn’t have to worry about flying. He wasn’t sure if there were any romantic spots in Prague but it was nothing a quick internet search couldn’t fix. It’s not like his plan was going according anyway.

He grabbed his bags and walked down to where the rest of the class were already boarding a large coach.

Everyone was already seated by the time Peter got on. MJ was with Brad, Ned was with Betty and you were with one of your friends. The only free seat was next to Flash and Peter preferred the option of sitting by himself at the back, he could do with the peace and quiet anyway.

You gave him a smile as he walked past and he returned it before taking his seat, almost falling into it as the driver started down the road. Peter rested his head against the window and took out his earphones, noticing the case next to them. He played his music as he took out the case and looked at the glasses again.

He picked them up and tried them on, waiting for something to happen but nothing did. He laughed dryly and shook his head, going to take them off before he noticed a Stark industries business card at the bottom of the case.

For the next Tony Stark, I trust you. Say EDITH.

Peter read the message aloud and jumped as the glasses flashed blue, a female voice talking to him much like the one he had in his suit. An interface loaded in front of him, showing a scan of his face.

“Retinal and biometric scan completed.”

“Hello?”

“Hello Peter. I am EDITH, Tony Stark’s augmented reality security and defence system.”

Peter adjusted the glasses and smiled, Tony had given him an AI with access to all of his protocols. He almost couldn’t believe that he had trusted him with that kind of access.

“EDITH stands for even dead I’m the hero. Tony loved his acronyms.”

“Yeah he did.” Peter smiled fondly, remembering the time he had tried to make up some of his own but had never quite hit the mark.

“I have access to the entire Stark global security network including multiple defence satellites and backdoors to all major telecommunication networks.”

Peter looked around as screens loaded before him of what his classmates and teachers were up to on their phones including Mr Dell researching the history of witchcraft. Ned and Betty were texting each other even though they were sat together.

“Woah.” Peter couldn’t get over how cool this was to have all of this access at his fingertips. He looked over at MJ wondering if she was texting before changing his mind, knowing it would be wrong. His eyes landed on where you sat and your texts showed before him. Ned wasn’t the only one Betty was texting.

Y/n: I really like him.

Betty: I know but I’m pretty sure he likes MJ :/

Peter could feel his heart racing. He wanted so badly to tell you Betty was wrong but the truth was he didn’t know anymore.

You looked over at MJ and Brad, biting your lip before glancing at Peter. He quickly looked away from you, his eyes looking over towards MJ on accident. He didn’t see the way your face fell but he did see the last text you sent to Betty.

Y/n: Yeah, you’re right.

Peter sighed and put his head in his hands, wanting to scream into oblivion.

“Pete, everything okay?”

He quickly looked up at the sound of your voice and nodded, worrying that somehow you knew he had been spying. He tried to quickly think of something to say as you sat next to him, looking worried and saddened.

A moment’s silence passed between the both of you, neither sure of what to say. The only sound came from the chatters of the bus and the passing scenery outside.

“I like your glasses. Are they new?” You smiled, breaking the silence as you admired the new frames and the eyes underneath them. Peter slowly nodded and took them off.

“Y-yeah, they were a gift.” He gave you a small smile and put them back in the case. You noticed the Stark industries logo but didn’t say anything more on the topic. You knew how much Tony had meant to Peter.

After the blip when everyone returned to their old lives, you noticed Peter wasn’t the same person. He seemed sadder and lost, struggling to pay attention even in lessons he loved and sometimes he’d have to excuse himself quickly from the classroom. You had followed him once and found him on the floor, sobbing into his hands. He didn’t even register it was you that had hugged him until he looked up and mumbled an apology.

Seeing him that way broke your heart and the last thing you wanted to cause was more sadness for him when he was meant to be enjoying himself.

“I think they look good on you.”

Peter blushed and smiled, bowing his head shyly. “Thank you.”

You smiled back and nodded, deciding to listen to your music and handing Peter an earphone. He looked surprised at the gesture but took it anyway and listened to your music, a wide smile gracing his lips as you both shared the sweet moment together.

It stayed like that for the rest of the journey, both of you enjoying each other's company just as you had done in Venice. Peter couldn't get rid of the smile from his face until they stopped for a restroom break and he saw Brad and MJ holding hands as they got off the bus. His whole face fell which didn't go unnoticed by you.

Peter gave you a quick goodbye before going after Ned, in need of his best friend’s advice. You meekly said a goodbye before sighing and grabbing your things. Your eyes landed on a small journal on Peter’s seat that he must have left behind.

You know you shouldn’t have looked but the temptation was biting away at you. It was only just a peek, you told yourself. You smiled as you saw some doodles scribbled on the pages, chemical equations for something called web fluid (probably some cool science thing he was working on) and a section dedicated to The plan.

Intrigued of what the plan entailed you read ahead and with each written word the jealousy in your heart grew and the sadness broke your heart. Peter was planning to romance MJ with gifts and a whole speech he had written out in detail. Everything was planned and you were nothing more than a distraction. You even noticed that in one of Peter’s doodles he had written MJ or Y/n???

*~*~*~*

“I swear it was in here.” Peter sighed as he searched his bag for his journal, the one that held all his personal thoughts and feelings. Ned had tried to help him look but the mission was futile.

“It will turn up. Maybe you just left it on the bus.”

Peter nodded and sighed heavily, zipping his backpack up and throwing it back on his shoulders. He spotted a nice little souvenir for Morgan and paid for it before leaving the small store. He took a moment to look around where they had stopped since the rest of the group were taking their time and as he got closer to a small empty bathroom he could hear the sound of someone crying.

He gently knocked on the door to make sure that whoever it was was okay before being sharply told to go away. Peter felt even worse as he recognised your voice. He wondered what had happened since she’d been fine when he last saw her.

“y/n?”

“Peter just leave me alone, please.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, small sniffles escaping you as you sat on the edge of the closed toilet seat.

“You know I can’t do that.” He rested his head against the door and sighed softly, willing to wait for you until you came out.

“I’m trying to make things easier for you!”

Peter hummed in confusion before something slid out from underneath the door, his journal.

“Go be with MJ.”

“Y/n no..” He sighed and resisted the urge to bang his head against the door. “I-” He didn’t even know how to explain but he did know one thing. “It doesn’t matter what it says in there. I’ve had so much fun with you on this trip and I know now that you can’t plan everything, you can’t plan falling in love because it just happens.”

As Peter spoke he realised that his words were truer than they had ever been, he was falling for you and he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t care about his plan anymore and yes it still hurt when MJ was with Brad but it was nothing compared to the happiness he felt when he was with you.

The world felt silent around the both of you as Peter’s words processed. You felt even more confused than before but you could also feel something else, hope. Peter listened to your breathing and the small sniffles that still came from behind the door.

“I’m gonna head back onto the bus. I got cookies if you wanna share.”

You held back a giggle and rolled your eyes fondly before opening the bathroom door and wiping your eyes free of tears.

“They better be chocolate chip.”

“Is there any other kind?”

You and Peter both laughed as you got back on the bus, already heading to the back together to find your seats. Peter put his journal away out of sight and smiled at you, taking out the cookies he had brought and offering one to you. It did nothing to ease the ache still in your heart but it did fill your stomach and no matter what you still liked being in Peter’s company.

*~*~*~*

The hotel for Prague turned out to be a lot better than the one they had stayed in during their time in Venice. Mr Harrington said that an anonymous someone had given them an upgrade which made Peter’s Spidey senses tingle. Maybe he was just being paranoid but he also knew that things like this were usually too good to be true.

Everyone was shown to their room, all except for Peter who got held back at reception by the lady at the desk.

“He said to leave this here for you when you arrived Mr Parker.”

Peter looked at her with confusion as he took the envelope, a familiar handwriting scrawled on top. His heart suddenly felt heavy but he pushed the resurfacing feelings of grief aside and nodded, making his way up to his room.

He could hear through the door that Ned and Betty were already inside making cutesy talk while soft music played. Whilst Peter loved his friends, he wanted to go somewhere quiet and open the letter. His mind had already decided where to go as he made his way towards the room number he needed and knocked.

The door opened to reveal your beautiful smile which already made Peter feel a sense of calm. He looked around for your suit buddy and sighed in relief as the room was empty.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded without hesitation, seeing the slight pain on Peter’s face and brought him to sit down on one of the comfy twin beds. He held the letter in slightly shaky hands and kept his eyes on it. You spotted the familiar logo on the envelope, the same that was on Peter’s glasses case and realised.

“Is that from-?”

“Mhm.” Peter nodded, keeping his lips in a tight thin line as he contemplated opening it. His mind was running a mile a minute with so many thoughts. He’d gotten the glasses from Tony and that was enough for him even if the card had been a bit of a riddle. He wasn’t sure if he could handle a letter too.

“Can you open it?” Peter looked at you pleadingly as he handed you the letter, his hands still visibly shaking. You hesitated before nodding and carefully opened the envelope, reading the letter aloud.

Dear Peter,

I’m writing this in case all goes well and we manage to restore normality, at least what once was. I know you’re going to do great things and maybe you’ll make mistakes along the way but that’s part of being human kid. God knows I made more than I can count.

I wanted to make your senior year as awesome as it should be so if you’re reading this then you made it kid. I don’t remember much of my last year of high school but I wanted to make sure you did so make the most of it and don’t worry about any extracurriculars on your trip.

I know you’ll make me proud Peter cause you already do. Now go have fun and don’t do anything I would do or anything I wouldn’t do. Remember the little grey area is where you operate.

Anonymous someone.

Peter laughed and sniffled as you finished, wiping his eyes as tears had started to fall. You quickly put the letter down and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close.

“It’s okay.”

He nodded against your shoulder as a few more tears fell, his fingers clinging onto your sweater. Peter wasn’t sure whether to smile or cry more at the words from his mentor so he did both. He reread the letter again and again that night, feeling the weight on his heart ease. Tony had upgraded his class trip for him probably through Happy to make sure Peter had a nice time and he had also said he was proud of him. That hit Peter the most and it was what he needed to hear in that moment.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes as Peter’s breathing calmed, his tears reducing to sniffles. You rubbed his back comfortingly and played with his curls which seemed to relax Peter more as he stayed in your arms.

When you both pulled away neither was sure of what to say. Peter focused on clearing his face of tears and running a hand through his messy curls whilst you played with the sleeves of your sweater. You wished you could ask Peter to stay the night, after all your roommate for the trip had gone home with food poisoning.

Little did you know Peter was thinking the same thoughts, knowing Ned and Betty would probably still be in his room or go to hers. Sometimes they spooned and stayed up till late hours of the night talking, he wasn’t sure he could deal with that right now and he liked being in your company.

“Do you want to-?”

“Can I-?”

You both laughed as you spoke over each other, exchanging a back and forth argument of who should speak first. Peter insisted you speak and gave you a small smile.

You nodded and took a deep breath before looking into those familiar warm, honey coloured eyes. “Do you want to stay here tonight? There’s two beds and I heard there’s a Star Wars Marathon on tv.”

Peter’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling with happiness as he nodded. “I’d love to.”

The night passed by in a blur as you and Peter stayed up to watch his favourite movies, even having ordered some food from room service which had apparently also been covered by Stark industries. Just like in Venice, you laughed and joked and enjoyed each other’s company, smiling as you saw Peter enjoying himself.

There was still a hurt from earlier knowing how much he had wanted to be with MJ and you knew they would work together as a couple, you’d seen them in decathlon together but MJ seemed to be enjoying time with Brad and Peter was here with you. A warm flutter of butterflies exploded in your stomach as you met his gaze, he offered his warm smile and offered you some of his popcorn to which you nodded.

Maybe your chance wasn’t so dead after all.

Just as you were about to wind down for the night, it being way past midnight, Peter looked at you with a hesitant smile.

“Hey Y/n?”

You looked up at him in response, picking up some popcorn from your competition to see who could throw and catch the most in their mouths (Peter had won).

“I- um would you-” Peter stuttered over his words as they got caught on his tongue. He cleared his throat and you bit back a smile at how utterly cute he was. “There’s this big carnival tomorrow and I was hoping maybe w-we could go together?”

His cheeks flushed pink as he finally asked the question he’d been dying to ask all night, his eyes too scared to look at your reaction.

“Peter,” You walked over and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. He relaxed at seeing the wide smile on your face. “I would love to go with you.”

His smile widened to match yours and a wave of relief washed over him. “That’s great.” He gave a chuckle and blushed as you delicately kissed his cheek before getting into your bed for the night.

“Just to make sure I meant like a date.” Peter clarified, worried about getting put into the friendzone.

You giggled and smiled at him from your bed. “I know Pete. It’s a date.” You winked at him before turning off the light and laying back, ready to fall asleep with a wide smile on your face.

Peter smiled wide as he laid in bed, the sheets and mattress softer than the last one he had slept on. Everything finally seemed to be falling into place, it wasn’t as Peter had imagined but it was far better.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning Peter woke up feeling more refreshed than he had felt in a long time. The sun was shining over Prague and even Peter felt brighter in himself. He looked over at your bed and smiled as he found you still asleep, snoring softly.

Peter’s whole heart leapt at the sight and he let out a happy sigh as he thought about last night. You had comforted him and held him and had even agreed to go on a date with him tonight. He felt like the luckiest human alive which made him want to do a little dance in his bed as he thought about it.

“What are you doing?”

Peter blushed and looked over to see that you were now awake and looking at him with an amused smile.

“Uh nothing.” He laughed and got out of bed, gathering the letter and his shoes. You giggled as you watched him accidentally grab your sneakers before switching them for his own. “I better get going. Don’t want Mr Harrington to call an emergency buddy meeting again.”

You laughed and agreed with a nod, remembering the last one at the airport when Mr Harrington had panicked the whole group when he thought Ned had gone missing only to see he was right behind him.

Peter smiled at you as he opened the door, “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded and smiled wide, “Don’t be late Parker.”

He shook his head and laughed as he left, an unwavering smile on his face as he headed back to his room. Peter didn’t notice Flash see him leave your room with a smile and his shoes in hand nor the phone recording him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Peter took a deep breath as he stood in front of the mirror, brushing down his shirt as he bit his lip. “I’m not sure.”

Ned sighed and flopped back onto his bed. “Peter, this is the 7th shirt you’ve tried on! You look fine!” He knew as soon as he uttered the last word that Peter would rummage through his suitcase yet again for the perfect shirt.

10 minutes later, Peter was finally ready for his date, much to Ned’s relief. He watched as Peter gave himself a pep talk in the mirror, mumbling in the hopes Ned couldn’t hear him.

“Okay here’s the plan-”

Ned was just about to tell Peter enough with his plans before the door opened and MJ walked in.

“Hey losers.”

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Ned looked at her and raised his brow. MJ shrugged in response and sat down on Peter’s vacant bed. She looked at him as he turned back to the mirror and tried to tame his messy curls.

“So you and Y/n huh?” MJ noted with a smirk, stealing some of the gummy worms that Peter had brought for the trip. He turned around so quickly, he almost got whiplash.

“What?! I-” Peter was at a loss for words, he knew news spread quickly at Midtown but how had anyone found out in one night. “We’re not really a thing yet.” He blushed and avoided his friends’ gazes.

“Oh really? Then why did Flash see you leave her room last night in the same clothes as yesterday.” MJ smirked again and threw a gummy worm at Peter who looked at her with wide eyes.

“I just- I stayed in her room last night.” He admitted, his cheeks burning red as Ned and MJ didn’t look convinced. “But nothing happened!”

Ned and MJ shared a sympathetic look as they saw Peter’s distress grow at the rumor. He picked up his phone and panicked as he saw the midtown gossip website showing a video of him leaving your room. Before he could panic anymore Peter quickly made his way to the other side of the hotel floor and banged on Flash’s door.

“Woah penis what-?”

“Take it down.” Peter didn’t disguise his anger as Flash opened the door.

“What?”

“The video you took last night Flash. Please take it down.” Peter lowered his voice and pleaded. He knew this would affect you as soon as you saw it and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt because of him. Not again.

“Why? Don’t want everyone to know you’re not a virgin anymore?” Flash smirked and laughed before noticing the anger grow once more on Peter’s face. “The video’s out of my control. Sorry dude.”

Flash closed the door, not sounding sorry at all. Peter sighed and leaned against the wall, resting his head back. Everywhere around him classmates were getting ready for the carnival, whispering behind his back and giving him looks, he wasn’t sure if they were impressed looks or disgusted ones but either way he didn’t like them.

Peter usually lied low so he could avoid things like this and stay out of the rumor mill. He hated rumors and he hated being a part of them even more. Just as he was contemplating messaging Happy to see if he could do something, he heard a door open and looked up.

You walked out of your room, looking as beautiful as ever and Peter swear his heart almost dropped out of his stomach at the sight as the butterflies ran rampant in his stomach. You looked around before catching his gaze and smiling.

“Hey Pete.”

For a moment, Peter forgot how to form words, too focused on how beautiful you looked as you smiled. His throat felt dry and his hands felt clammy to the touch.

“H-hi.” He finally managed to say, his heart racing as you smiled wider and giggled.

“I was just coming to meet you. Are you ready to go?”

Peter thought back to the video circulating his classmates phones and he assumed you hadn’t seen it. He knew he should’ve told you there and then but he didn’t want to ruin your date or hurt you so he kept his lips sealed.

He nodded and gave you a small smile, heading out of the hotel with you. Your hands touched briefly as you walked and Peter almost took your hand in his before pulling away as he chickened out. You tried not to show your disappointment and offered Peter a smile.

The streets of Prague were full of life and celebration, everyone wearing bright colours and dancing along the streets as loud music played. Peter allowed himself to be distracted at the joy of the city before your hand slipped into his, catching him by surprise.

You gave his hand a squeeze and smiled, “So we don’t lose each other.” It was partially the truth but you mostly just wanted to hold his hand. Peter smiled and nodded but you could tell something was wrong.

It wasn’t just the rumour mill that was getting to Peter, the loud noises and brightness was causing his heightened senses to overload. He began to feel on edge and his palms grew even sweatier than before.

“Peter are you okay?”

He looked at you and bit his lip, shaking his head slowly. You squeezed his hand comfortingly and nodded, seemingly understanding what needed to be done as you led him over to the Ferris wheel.

Peter sighed in relief as you and him both got seated, your hands still interlinked as the door shut to the cart you were in.

“I hate crowds too.” You admitted with a soft blush and met his gaze. Peter smiled softly and squeezed your hand like you had done to his.

The wheel moved slowly allowing you both to enjoy the moment and the sights of the city. Peter knew that he didn’t need to fill the silence or try to talk, you were just there for each other as you had been last night and the whole trip.

Music from the streets filled the silence of the night as you and Peter looked out at the stars glittering in the night sky. It was right as you reached the peak of the wheel that Peter finally broke the silence.

“I really like you Y/n.”

You blushed and turned to Peter, noticing the redness of his cheeks and the staggered breaths escaping his lips. He looked straight ahead for a few moments before he felt your hand grip tighter onto his and saw your smile from the corner of his eye.

“I really like you too Peter.”

He smiled wide, mirroring yours before noticing your face fall just as fast.

“But I don’t want to be second best.”

Peter’s heart broke at her words, knowing she was thinking back to his journal. He shook his head and quickly cupped your cheeks in his hands, meeting your gaze lovingly.

“You’re not second best Y/n. You never were and you never will be. The truth is I’ve always liked you but I just- I never thought I would be lucky enough to have a chance with you.”

You smiled at the genuinity in Peter’s voice and his warm brown eyes that pulled you in ever closer until your lips were almost touching. “Always liked me huh?”

Peter nodded and smiled wide, the blush on his cheeks becoming brighter as he looked down at your lips.

“C-can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You smiled as Peter’s lips finally met your own, after years of pining and wondering what if. Peter’s lips were soft and tasted like the cotton candy you had shared earlier. Your lips were sweeter than Peter had ever imagined, if that was possible.

Neither of you wanted the kiss to end but you could feel the need for air increasing in your lungs. You were the first one to pull back, catching your breath as you leaned your forehead against Peter’s. He chuckled softly and smiled so wide that his eyes crinkled.

“Woah.”

You nodded and pecked his lips once more with a giggle. The blush on your cheeks was rivalling Peter’s now as you noticed the ride was soon coming to an end. Peter looked disappointed before quickly paying for another ride.

“I hope you did that so you can kiss me again.” You smiled coyly and looped your arms around Peter’s neck.

“Maybe.” He shrugged and laughed before leaning in to kiss you again but this time he hesitated as he saw the looks from some of his classmates. The reminder hitting him like a train.

“Pete? What’s wrong?” Your fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck as the wheel started to move again. Peter visibly gulped and his mood fell as he looked back at you.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

You bit your lip in worry and nodded, having a feeling you knew what Peter was going to say.

“Pete I know.”

“You do?”

You giggled and nodded again, kissing his cheek and leaning in close. Peter blushed and looked guilty, his eyes avoiding yours.

“You being Spider-Man doesn’t bother me.”

Peter’s blood ran cold and he quickly shifted away, laughing in pretend disbelief. “I-What?! No. I-I’m not Spider-Man!”

You looked knowingly at him and rubbed his arm, taking his hand back in yours. “Peter it’s okay, i think it’s cool.” You smiled but Peter still sat in denial, shaking his head.

“I-” He gulped and sighed, biting his lip. “Is it that obvious?”

“No but I’ve had a crush on your for a while now and I’m not dumb Peter. The glasses and the letter from Iron Man. And then there was Washington. I just know you Peter.” You blushed and fidgeted with your hands, feeling embarrassed to admit your crush even though you had only kissed him 5 seconds ago.

Peter smiled, finding it endearing that you knew him and had paid attention to him all this time. He leaned back in close to you and rested his hand on yours.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, laughing as Peter was taken aback at your exclamation. “I’m dating a freaking superhero!” You giggled with Peter before kissing him again. The kiss was even more perfect than the last as your lips began to learn and memorise each other.

*~*~*~*~*

The carnival livened up even more as the night went on. The music became louder and the people got more drunk, something that might have made Peter annoyed but nothing could ruin his mood right now. He could still taste the sweetness of your lips on his and he just couldn’t get enough.

You giggled as Peter kissed your lips again after winning you a gigantic teddy bear. He smiled wide and giggled with you, the sound like music to your ears. You hugged the bear tight to your chest after choosing to name it Spidey which made Peter blush.

“This is so amazing.” You remarked as you took a moment to enjoy the scenery surrounding you. Peter sat with you on a nearby bench and nodded, hesitantly wrapping his arm around you. He smiled as you leaned into his side with a happy sigh. The moment was perfect and Peter was sure nothing could ruin it.

You jumped a little as your phone buzzed before pulling it from your pocket. Peter smiled to himself as he saw Spider-Man was the wallpaper on your phone. You blushed and tried to quickly hide it as you opened the message from Betty.

Peter turned his eyes towards the street to give you some privacy, the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was reading your texts (again).

He only looked back at you as you slowly pulled away from his arms, clutching your phone in your hands and only then did Peter notice that Betty had sent you the video of him leaving your room last night. You were scrolling through the comments and Peter saw that amongst the nice or gossiping comments that were hurtful ones calling you names.

“Y/n I-”

You shook your head and bit your lip, quickly locking your phone. You noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you and giggling, whispering in each other's ears.

“I have to go.” You sniffled as you grabbed your bag and quickly walked back to the hotel, ignoring Peter’s calls of your name. He sighed and tried to chase after you but within seconds he had lost you in the crowd and maybe for good this time.

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