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falling again (1)

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Siren Afab!Reader (Harry Potter AU)

Words: 9365

Warnings: Lots of dialogue. Pero is afraid and he shows it through anger and name-calling. Slight bias against another species due to past trauma. Intense making out. Slight nudity. Sort of a cliffhanger?

Prompts: “Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.” and “Do you trust me?”

A/N: This is for @pedrostories Celebration who are truly doing the Lord's work by compiling and recommending and being an archive for exceptional fanfiction. I can go on about Digital Archives and how useful they are in the long-run but it'll be boring so this is what I will say: thanks team for all that you do. We really appreciate you and we're happy you're going strong with this account. Kudos!!! Side note, it's been a long minute since I wrote a story, especially one for Pedro's characters, so do let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. #iwrotemostofthisduringhurricanehilary

The blaring horn jolts you awake, nearly sending the bottle in your hand to the ground. You tighten your hold on the neck of the cold drink, glancing at the doorway and finding students making their way across rather quickly. As soon as you look out the window, your heart races at the sight of the view. It’s a long way up the mountain, and even though it’s nearly dark, you can just make out the outline of the old castle.

Hogwarts.

You’ve heard so much about the school, but now that you were nearly on the grounds, you couldn’t help but wonder how different it looks, how ancient it appears.

Two knocks sound from the entrance of your cabin, and you turn around to see a young man standing and smiling at you. You smile in return as you grab your luggage and slide the door for him.

“You must be Professor Longbottom!” The man nods as he extends out his hand to shake your own.

“And you must be Dr. Fluviu. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine. It’s not every day I get to meet a well-renowned aquatic botanist.” You smile even wider when you notice him turn away and blush at the compliment, one you would tell him later is much deserved. He gestures for you to walk ahead of him, and you nod in silence before you follow the rest of the students off the train.

Several students stop your new acquaintance as you make your way towards the carriages, and you wait for him each time he responds to them. You pretend not to hear the teasing comments some of the older students make when they spot you behind him, and when you finally make it to the carriage, you apologize for putting him in such an awkward position.

“I should be the one apologizing, not you. They are my students after all.” He takes the bag from your hand and places it in the box behind the carriage, ensuring it’s locked before he walks around and gives you a hand as you ascend the steps. You part your lips to respond to him, only to look up and watch two thestrals nudging each other playfully. Your mind frizzles instantly and you turn around to the herbology professor, only to see him shrugging his shoulders at you.

“You can sit down Doctor, they won’t go anywhere.” He motions for you to be seated, climbing behind you instantly and casting a spell so the winged beasts can journey.

“Forgive me Professor, but I- I have never seen one before. I’ve read about them of course but…well, I didn’t expect them to look so…so-” You don’t dare blink, afraid that you’ll open your eyes and they will be gone, just a figment of your imagination.

“Terrifying?”

“Magnificent.”

Both of you sound the word simultaneously, and you look at him immediately, shaking your head out of fear of having him misunderstand you.

“Hmm, I’ve never heard them described in such a way. But I suppose you’re right. And please, call me Neville.” He throws you another smile then, but it doesn’t reach his ears, almost as if the conversation reminded him of something he didn’t wish to remember.

“In that case, call me Y/N.” Neville nods at you, and before you know it, you’re chatting about shared interests and discoveries that the two of you have come about in your research. You only notice that your carriage has taken a detour when you can no longer hear the conversations of the other students around you.

“How come we’ve taken this route?” You ask Neville, only to have him rub his neck nervously and look away from you. He waits until the other carriages are far enough before he responds to you.

“It is my understanding that not all of your…people, get along and if we were to have gone with the others, we would have needed to cross through the Black Lake. I wasn’t too sure about your comfort level near waters with sirens, and I figured this would be the most comfortable for you.” He’s choosing his words carefully, that you’re sure of, and you reach out to touch his shoulder immediately to set his mind at ease

“That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you!”

“Of course.” He chuckles through his embarrassment and you take this chance to double down on your response, not wanting him to feel awkward around you.

“There aren’t many out there who understand the dynamics between clans of my kind. I do mean it when I say you’re thoughtful.” The conversation returns to shared interests soon after, and before you know it, you’re arriving just outside the main gate of the castle. Neville continues to be patient with your awe of the building structure, asking you to walk ahead as he takes your luggage and makes his way behind you. When you start asking him all sorts of questions about the history of the building, he answers you enthusiastically, going as far as suggesting books on the castle since its inception.

“Oh, I forgot about the time.” Neville blurts out when the clock strikes seven times.

“Are we late?”

“Not fully, but I would rather if you attended the beginning of the night along with the other professors and the Headmistress.” He leads you through the main entrance and asks you to step inside the Great Hall.

“Where will you go?” You ask when you notice him walking the opposite direction.

“You will most likely meet with Professor Mcgonogall after dinner so I thought it best to take your belongings to your room now…so you don’t have to bring it along with you at the end of the night.” The simplicity with which he answers you sets your mind at ease, and you find yourself thankful that he was the one who came to welcome you tonight.

“I- uhhh.” You can’t find the right words to thank him for being so friendly, and Neville must notice your struggle because he walks back to you and pats you on the shoulder.

“It’s not easy coming to a place all by yourself, especially with the task in your mind. I’m glad I can make this process easier.” He smiles at you for Merlin knows what time that night, and you nod at him before thanking him for everything he’s done thus far.

“I’ll see you soon, don’t drink too much Pumpkin juice yeah!” Neville jokes as he makes his way to the staircase, leaving you to a multitude of thoughts. Taking in a deep breath, you fix your clothes before you head towards the large doors of the room he pointed to. As they swing open, you’re met with a sight you never thought would be this overwhelming.

The memory of your arrival to the castle distracts you away from the task at hand, and you blink out of the momentary haze to avoid falling into doubt for ever coming to this place all those weeks ago. Sensing a pair of eyes on you, you glance to the side and feel your heart skip a beat when you notice Professor Tovar staring at you as he makes his way over.

You smile awkwardly at him, and gulp down whatever nervousness threatening to make itself known before he grows closer. You shut your notebook quickly when you remember what you were writing down in minutes prior, trying to appear less conspicuous as you place the other books above the small object to avoid his curious eyes.

“G-good evening Professor Tovar,” you hope he doesn’t notice, or even comment, on the clear discomfort about you, knowing that whatever relationship you’ve managed to establish with him is still incredibly sensitive. After everything you’ve learned about him, you couldn’t blame the distrust still underlying between the two of you. When he clears his throat and breaks eye contact with you, you get the sense that he might actually be more nervous than you.

“Buenas noches,” he grunts softly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was reluctant to ask you what he came over to say.

“Is there anything you need from me Professor?” You push your books aside and stand, unintentionally stepping into his personal space and making him take a small step back.

“No, well…yes. I have some news for you…good news.” His voice is barely louder than a whisper, and if you weren’t so focused on the softness of his lips and how tempting they looked, you would have registered what he’d just admitted to you. The school grounds are quiet enough for you to hear him, except your mind chooses to meditate on how warm and welcoming his lips appear to you instead of whatever he just blurted out hastily.

“Did you hear me hermosa?” He asks a little louder, forcing you to shake your head and apologize for not hearing him the first time.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said…I think I have it.”

The noise across the school grounds grows silent in an instant, and you’re left with nothing but shock and fear coursing through your veins as his admission finally settles in your busy mind.

“What?” The question barely escapes your mouth, and you refuse to blink out, afraid you’d miss something different in his expression that might prove his confession false.

“I am not one hundred percent sure of course, but I am almost positive it is finished.” When he speaks again, your knees buckle in and nearly send you to the ground. Professor Tovar embraces you immediately, wrapping his arms around your weakened body and supporting your weight so you don’t tumble to the hard floor of the court.

“Mierda, are you okay?” His voice is music to your ears, nearly as bewitching as your own, and if you weren’t currently attempting to overcome the momentary lapse of your mind and body, you’re sure you’d be committing this very instance to memory.

“I’m…oofff, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me all of a sudden.” You apologize as you try to right yourself, and even though he’s returned you to your seat, you refuse to let him go, afraid that he’d move away from you and leave you yearning for his touch again.

“Forgive me, I should have waited for a better moment before I told you.” You finally convince your hands to let go of him, and as you grab for your head to try and still your mind, Professor Tovar kneels beside you and keeps close to you. His grip on your arm tightens when you look up and meet his eyes, and before you can breathe another apology to him, he’s leaning over and collecting your belongings in one arm.

“Please Professor, you don’t have to-”

“Come with me.” He breaks your train of thought, pulling you to your feet and forcing you to keep hold of his arm as he makes his way back to the castle. You want to tell him that there are students still roaming the grounds and might see the two of you, but as every interaction you’d held with him thus far, Professor Tovar dominates the air around you, not leaving the slightest bit of control in your hands.

You try your hardest to not let his handling of you affect your heart, but you’re sure he can hear your labored breathing by the time the two of you make it to his office. Whereas you would have found any excuse to not remain in the same room as him alone weeks ago, you now push your body closer to him, clutching onto his arms for dear life as he leads you through the corridors and into the privacy of his teaching rooms. He sits you down on one of the chairs before walking over to his desk, and you take the chance to breathe in deeply without being affected by the deep, musky scent of him engulfing you.

You’re about to apologize for losing control again when he struts back towards you, dragging a chair directly in front of you and grabbing your chin to raise your head. You swallow down whatever clumsy words were about to fill the air, and Professor Tovar frowns at the minute shift in your expression. He studies your eyes for a second longer than necessary before he opens the vial he brought from his desk and brings it to your nose.

You have the urge to cough as soon as the scent floods your senses, but the Professor doesn’t let you move away from it, forcing you to remain still as he holds it right underneath your nose until it is no longer a disturbingly-strong smell but a welcomed distraction to your otherwise frenzied thoughts. When your breathing calms down, Professor Tovar moves away from you and relaxes back into his chair, rubbing his temple furiously as he looks into your eyes one last time and sighs heavily.

“Must I beg for you to stop calling me that?”

His voice thunders through the walls, and you avoid looking at Professor Longbottom, afraid you’ll find nothing but pity in his eyes. You’re not sure how long the argument lasts, but you know it was long enough for the important figures within the paintings and photographs littered across the room to leave. It’s a strange occurrence, one that you cannot help but giggle over. The mere fact that those around the walls felt sorry for you enough to leave the room is rather humorous, and you clasp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any noise, afraid that Neville might misunderstand your reaction and turn against you as well.

The faux silence of the room is cut abruptly when the doors of the office swing open and the Headmistress of Hogwarts walks out. You look upon Professor Mcgonagall and watch as she tries to form a response in her mind that offends neither you nor her friend whom she just had a “fascinating” discussion with.

“You must understand, it is out of my hands.” You are aware that is as close to an apology as you will receive from her, and you don’t fault her for not being more forward with the gesture. The last thing you’d want is to form a rift between colleagues, friends even.

“I know Professor. I would never hold you accountable for another’s...beliefs.” The smile you send her is as subtle as what is in between the lines, and she nods once before walking away, requesting for Neville to join her and leave you to sort out the unavoidable predicament between yourself and the man holding the key to all of your answers. Taking in a deep breath, you gather whatever courage still remaining in your body and make your way into the office of the man who spent the last ten minutes cursing your existence.

You hover at the entrance, knowing that any wrong move might cause your life’s work to come tumbling down.

“Professor Tovar, do I have permission to enter your office?” You ask once, words chosen carefully and tone passive enough to not terrify him but assertive enough to let him know you, very much, heard everything he said about you, and your kind.

You half expected him to curse you, perhaps even go as far as send you flying away from his office with a spell you would have not seen coming. You even prepare your body for whatever repercussions he may force upon you, a judgment unfair to you but justified in his eyes.

But he does none of the things you imagined, and instead, nods for you to enter before slamming the door shut behind you. Neither of you say anything as you stand there in the middle of the room filled with nothing but rage and disgust. His eyes are not nearly as fearful and angry as you expected them to be, and for a moment, you think you may have disarmed him by your lack of a reaction to his offensive words. But the hate you heard spewed about you not ten minutes prior makes itself known in the form of a judgemental gaze.

“Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.” He breaks the silence soon after, his words somehow hurting far worse than any spell he may have thrown at you, even more than what he’s called you before. You’re near tears, but you stand your ground nonetheless, not wanting to show him a sliver of weakness.

“And what would that be, Professor?” Your question comes out a little more aggressive than you intend, but you don’t bother apologizing for your tone, once again refusing to let him think he can gain the upper hand on you forcefully.

“Someone that cannot be trusted.” He hisses the sentiment, and you don’t miss the way his frown deepens further at your lack of a reaction.

“That’s a shame, I really was looking forward to working with you.” You turn your gaze to the ground, hoping your body language conveys that you mean him no harm.

“Think again sirena.” The nickname is laced with nothing but malice, and you crack an irritated smile when you look up again and see him pouting his lips at you in disgust.

“What can I do to remedy this…unfortunate opinion of me?” You take a deep breath and will yourself to remain calm and collected, praying to whatever higher power exists that he can see how docile and harmless you are.

“Nothing.”

The single word pisses you off more than everything he’s said thus far, and although you know you should think twice before doing anything that worsens the situations, you don’t bother keeping yourself in check and react to the first thought that comes to mind.

“Hmm, in that case, I do apologize for what I’m about to do Professor.” It’s the only warning he has before you whip out your wand and swing it in the air. His eyes widen at the sudden motion, but he doesn’t bring out his wand. You file that somewhere in the back of your mind to thin over later, and narrow your eyes at him before turning around.

“Accio Veritaserum.” As soon as the spell is said, Professor Tovar is stepping into your space to try and stop you from doing what you’re about to do.

“Stop!” The order is furious, but you pay him no mind as you take the last few steps towards his desk and pour the potion into a glass of water. You shut the vile when you’re done, setting it aside as you swirl the liquid you’re about to drink while maintaining eye contact with him.

“There, three drops should do it if I remember correctly.” You’re not sure if he’s angry because of your disrespect of his space or because he knows that he should try harder to stop you from drinking the truth serum, but you pay him no mind as you throw back the glass of water and drink it in one go.

“Idiota, use of this serum is strictly forbidden.” He walks towards you and grabs the vile, pushing it into his pockets before staring dead into your eyes. You try not to let the reality of your actions get into your head, but as the Professor studies you closely, you realize you’d just given him the upper hand completely. He can learn so much from you about your kind now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing serious harm.

Then you remember what Neville said of him, and you will your heart to be at ease.

“Ask away.” You grunt as the effects of the serum wash over you, and when he doesn’t so much as breathe another word, you take a few seconds to collect your bearings before looking into his gaze to try and maintain whatever fake control you thought you still have on the situation.

“Ask your questions, Professor. My family history is clearly distressing to you, but I cannot return to The Ministry of Magic without an answer to my theories. So whether you like it or not, we must work together for the sake of our world.” You break the silence, and you’re sure he can till you’re immensely annoyed by the escalation of the conversation. His eyebrows furrow one last time before you watch his body visibly relax, and you almost flinch when he steps back and walks around his desk to sit on his chair.

“Ask your questions, Professor Tovar.” You say one last time as he takes a seat and motions for you to do the same.

“It w-wouldn’t be appropriate.” You avoid looking into his eyes, afraid the deep brown shade would convince you otherwise. Thinking he will let it go, you look at the desk holding your books to distract yourself from the sudden intimacy of the air.

“And if I tell you I long to hear you call for me…not even then?” He leans forward, reaching over and slipping his hand into your own before slowly dragging it to his lips. You watch as he lays the softest of kisses against your wrist, breath hitching in your throat when he parts his lips and nips at the skin above your elevated heartbeat.

“Pe…Pero,” the man growls when he hears you moan his name, and before you can take your hand back, let alone ask him about the sudden interest in you, Pero slips his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. You crash against him, barely managing to support yourself so you don’t slip from his lap and onto the ground.

“Mi bruja, why do you torture me so?” Pero reaches forward but stops himself before he does something neither of you could return back from. His mouth hovers over your own, the two of you breathing the air leaving the others’ lungs as if your life depended on it. Your eyes flutter nervously when you see his dilated pupils begging for you to end his misery.

So much has transpired in the past few weeks, and you try to place when it all changed, but you know you wouldn’t be able to find the moment when his hatred for you turned into shameless desire, one you could practically taste on your tongue now.

“Pero…you- you must know that this is because…it’s- it can’t be you.” He huffs out a chuckle, one you’re sure is at his own expense and not your own, and when you try to leave his arms, he keeps his hold on your and refuses for you to leave him.

“Believe me, I have thought of it all.”

“Then you know what you must do.” Your breath is shaky, even more so than your advice to him, but as always, Pero surprises you by shaking his head and clutching your waist tightly.

“I would very much like to kiss you.” His request is whispered against the corner of your lips, and your heart skips a beat at the prospect of finally feeling this man claim your skin.

“Pero…please.” The plea is nothing but a whimper, and you shut your eyes as you lean forwards to give him what he wants, but Pero slips his hand into your hair and drags you away from him. You snap your eyes open and instantly look into his own when you feel the pain expand across the back of your skull.

“No…you- you must have not heard me well.” He clears his throat and clenches his jaw tightly when he feels you attempt to break from his hold and move forward again.

“I did…I did Pero. Please, kiss me.”

“You know what will happen if I do.” It’s not a question, more of a warning really, and you swallow the lump in your throat when you realize what he’s worried about, why he’s so reluctant to follow through with his desires.

“Yes.” It’s as firm an answer as you can give, and you watch as understanding dawns on him of what your reply implies.

“What is your age?” You should have guessed this would be his first question, and your attention remains solely on his expression, not wanting to miss a single muscle twitch in case his intentions turn for the worse.

“Interesting that this would be the first thing you wish to learn about me. By my family’s years, I am at the beginning of the third stage of growth, which, as I am sure you are familiar, puts others at a great disadvantage when I remain in their vicinity for long periods of time.” You don’t falter in your response, knowing that any slight hesitation would mean you’re attempting to lie to him. When he says nothing else, you continue stating the obvious, knowing that he may think you’re trying to avoid the real reason behind his need to know your age.

“It also puts me in danger since my…abilities are at their most potent, and many bounties would do anything to acquire me.” You know he doesn’t particularly care for whether or not you’re in danger, but you mention it regardless, hoping he can see that you don’t mind sharing such knowledge with him.

“Have you ever used your voice on another?”

There it is.

“Never. Neither have I given any part of me to anyone.” Again, you know you need only answer according to the question, but you want him to see that you are willingly cooperating with him, and that he should at least try to be as courteous to you as you are with him.

“There are enough dangers in this world as is.” You whisper the sentiment and watch as his expression shifts minutely. Perhaps you found something to agree on after all.

“Where is your family?” It’s a dangerous question, one you know will lead to another one that may put an end to the conversation, but you respond anyway. You had no other choice.

“None survived the Second Wizarding War. I am the only one who remains from them.” If he notices the hint of melancholy in your tone, he says nothing of it and instead waits a little while longer before he follows with another inquiry.

“Who raised you then?”

“A pair of muggles in the Southern part of the Red Sea Governorate.” It’s the first time you see him raise his eyebrows in curiosity rather than anger, but the gesture is gone as soon as it makes an appearance, and you turn away to avoid his gaze.

“That would put you near salty waters…which of the sea families do you belong to?” It was an inevitable question, one you wished he wouldn’t ask, and when you halt on answering him, his whole body becomes rigid again, sitting up slightly in his chair in preparation for you attempting to lie to him.

“You refuse to answer.”

“N-no, it is not that I refuse. It is that your hatred of me will increase when I do answer your question.” You rub your eyes nervously, unsure of what his response will be when he finds out what family you come from. You wipe the corners of your mouth and stare at the ceiling to try and find courage etched somewhere above.

“I come from fresh waters, from the Family of Rivers…so that makes me a descendent of Achelous and Melpomene.” You let your words sink in, continuing to study the space above you for a short while before forcing yourself to hold contact with his eyes once more.

“You…you are a descendent of the River god?” His voice shakes at the knowledge you’ve just bestowed upon him so simply, and when his shock subsides, you nod at him and break the newly awkward air filling the room.

“Yes.” It’s a reluctant admission, and you watch as he comes to terms with what you’re capable of.

“Mi río,” Pero growls into your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you shake in his arms as he nips across your heated skin and leaves a trail of wet kisses over every inch of you he touches. The harder he bites into your skin, the tighter you clutch onto him, and when you think you can’t take it any longer, he tugs onto your hair until your eyes flutter open and look into his own.

“Please Pero.” You whine one last time, hoping that he’d finally follow through with this request and claim you.

“Give me your mouth querida!” His words shoot straight to your core, and your stomach twists and turns as soon as he pushes forward and traces his lips over your mouth teasingly before swallowing your surprised gasp. You melt into his arms, not bothering to fight for any control as you feel his tongue explore your mouth. Pero tilts his head to the side and moves you to do the same, deepening the kiss further until you’re completely at the mercy of his hold.

When the need for air becomes unbearable, Pero breaks the intimate moment but doesn’t move too far, waiting until you catch your breath before he claims your mouth again. Before you know it, Pero is standing and taking you along with him, not caring for how aggressive he’s being as he pushes you backward until you hit one of the desks. He leans over you until you’re laying on the table, pushing your thighs wide open to make space for himself and move closer to you.

“Oh fuck…Pero, you-”

“That’s it sweet one, call for me.” His voice is laced with lust and danger, a combination you often feared from those who’ve come to know you, but you find yourself unnaturally comfortable beneath him. You throw your head back and moan his name over and over again, dragging your fingers across his arms to his shoulders until you sink your sharp nails into his neck to pull him further into you.

Pero takes one last look at you, and in a moment of weakness, he slithers his hands across the front of your shirt, and grabs the top of your clothes, unable to hold back from ripping the flimsy fabric down the center and letting it fall away to reveal your skin. You don’t dare look at him, knowing that you will be weak underneath the intensity of his gaze. Pero must read your thoughts because he trails his hands roughly across your nude skin to your neck, silently asking you to meet his eyes. You meet them reluctantly, parting your lips to call for him, only to be stopped by a hand wrapping around your jugular until he has your undivided attention. Your eyes glaze over in ecstasy, and you think that Pero is closing the space to taste you again.

But instead, he bites down onto the top of your breasts and chuckles devilishly when you twitch against him.

“Sing for me, cariño.” The request snaps you out of your trance, and you look down to gauge his reaction, perhaps see if he is aware of what he just said to you.

“And you have never used your voice? Not once?” Even though he knows you cannot lie, the tone of his voice is strictly distrusting, and you sigh tiredly when you realize his inquiries would only increase in aggressiveness now that he knows where you come from.

“No, nor do I plan on using it. Ever.” You answer immediately, not wanting to leave any room for misunderstandings should you think over your response.

“What is the true reason behind your visit?” You didn’t expect him to ask you such a question, mostly because you knew the Headmistress had already spoken with him. Still, you continue to humor him for the sake of your goal.

“I wish to find a way to render sirens powerless…when their abilities have been used on another at least.” He doesn’t bother hiding his reaction, and you feel judged when you notice his expression shift more negatively, as if he wouldn’t be the first to cheer over such a possibility.

“You seek a poison upon your kind?” You wince at his choice in words, and he must notice how uncomfortable you become because he turns his attention away from him, almost as if he was thinking of apologizing but didn’t want to follow such a thought through.

“No, not a poison…a way for those of us still alive to have a choice.” You snap at him unintentionally, shaking your head and hiding the hurt swimming in your eyes behind your hands when you look up and see a hint of pity in his own.

“A choice in what?” For the first time since you’ve had the pleasure of speaking with him, Professor Pero Tovar is tame, deferential even. You don’t count on it lasting though and you take a few seconds to collect your thoughts before sitting up and facing him head on.

“To keep our abilities or our lives. If there is ever to be another war, I- I feel it is better for us to survive without our powers than to die while being used to force more evil into this world.” He nods passively, standing abruptly and walking along his book case until he’s on the other side of the room. When he turns around, he finds you staring intently at him, and you think for a moment that his chest fills with pride at the prospect of having your undivided attention. But you brush the thought aside, knowing there is no chance in this lifetime for this man to ever think well of you.

“And why come to me?” He pushes his hands into his pockets, leaning against his bookcase as he shrugs his shoulders and waits for you to give him a good enough reason to be in your vicinity for the foreseeable future.

“Several mutual friends suggested your name when they learned of my goals. They told me you are arguably the best in this field…defensive potions I mean.” You know the compliment won’t remotely affect him, but a part of you prays he’s as vain as any other man, if only so you can take such a route should he agree to helping you.

“And how long do you plan on staying?” The air about him is much different than a few minutes ago, and you take the chance to approach him so he can see the genuine need you have for him to work with you.

“Until I am successful in my endeavors…which I will never find if you refuse to help me.” He turns away then, tapping his shoes against the ground lightly as he thinks over every answer you’ve given him thus far. The silence stretches far too long to your liking and you close the gap between the two of you, trying your hardest to meet his gaze so he can see that your goals are strictly honorable.

“Please Professor Tovar, I will do anything you ask. I will take this serum each day if it makes you more comfortable around me. I will ask Professor Garrin to put a silencing spell upon me so I am incapable of speaking or- or singing.” You swallow the last bit of your pride, telling him that you’re willing to put up with a great deal just to have a bit of his time for the next few months. You hope this is enough for him to believe your intentions, that he won’t use your nature against you.

The sentiment must shock him a great deal because he stands to his full height and fingers his palms nervously while roaming his eyes over your features. An hour ago, you would have thought he is attempting to size you up, see how much power he’d need to exert to establish his control over your person. But the way he studies you now is completely different, as if he was trying to convince his mind to no longer look for any malicious intent within your words.

“You would willingly subject yourself to such means?”

“Without a second thought. I need this solution, Professor. I need it.” You reply immediately, furrowing your eyebrows in an attempt to control yourself from jumping to conclusions and thinking he’s agreeing to your request.

“And you will grant me anything for my cooperation.” The exclamation catches you off guard, but you gulp down whatever fear you have from such a statement and let him know that you would happily meet his terms.

“If it is within my ability and does not go against my beliefs, yes.”

Professor Tovar takes a deep breath, and without wasting another moment, lets you know exactly what he wants from you.

“I ask for a single kiss.”

“You have grown silent. Do I take that as a refusal?” Had you not been looking dead into his eyes, you would have thought he was smiling at your expense, or maybe feeling proud at how unsettled he managed to make you in the blink of an eye. You gulp down the terror and panic threatening to take over your soul, and with the knowledge that you didn’t have any way to tell half a truth, you muster up every ounce of courage remaining in your blood before responding to him.

“No…no I just- there is no way for me to know if you will not do anyone harm when you gain such a valuable skill.” You don’t look elsewhere, afraid he’d use your momentary lapse to his advantage and make matters worse. Professor Tovar doesn’t so much as blink, his expression turning from one of distrust to complete and utter curiosity. You don’t understand why such a shift becomes until he speaks the next few words.

“So it is true then.”

“What?” You tilt your head to the side, unsure of where his line of thinking was taking the two of you. Up until a second ago, you thought you needed to find some way of letting him know that this wasn’t an easy request for you, and you were already going as far as trying to figure out how you can convince him that you couldn’t just grant him such a wish.

“A siren’s kiss can allow you to breathe underwater.”

It dawns on you that he just managed to fool you into admitting something only your kind knew to be true, and what others have spent their entire lifetimes attempting to learn if there is any truth to such a legend.

But it wasn’t a myth. It was true. And you had just accidentally revealed it to a man who could use this information for his own good. Against you.

“I- that’s not what I…oh god. What have I done?” You take a few steps back, clasping your hand over your mouth to refrain from crying out in front of him. A thousand scenarios flood your mind, leaving you wondering how long it would take for the rest of the magical world to learn of the value of your kind. You were already hunted for so many things—your tears, your scales, your blood—and this was going to make matters worse, much worse.

The things that could be done with such a gift.

“Relax bruja, I have no wish to share such knowledge with anyone.” He must have seen the anxiety overtaking you because he leans into your space to whisper into your ears as he makes his way back to his desk. And although you know he is probably not lying to you, you are still aware of the dangers of what he now knows. There were many ways to learn of this secret, and not all of them were consensual.

“But you know…you- you know. It does not matter whether you choose to tell another or not. If- if word gets out, if someone forces you to speak of my kind…we are done for.” You rest your weight onto the shelf of the bookcase in front of you, no longer able to think of a single coherent thought now that your plans were ruined over a simple mistake on your part.

“Do you trust me?”

“I- I was told I can.” You furrow your eyebrows at him, following his every move as he takes out the potion in his pocket and puts it back on the shelf behind him.

“Hmm, there is a reason this serum is not used so carelessly.” Professor Tovar breaks the growing silence, and you’re shocked to find him grinning at you for a moment before returning to his seat once more.

“If you do not wish for others to find your potions so easily, perhaps you should hide them better…and a protection spell or two would not hurt.” You know you should watch your tongue, especially since you were still sure he wasn’t planning on aiding you in your research.

“It is not necessary.” He raises a curious eyebrow at your retort, the smirk on his handsome features remaining for another moment before it becomes a distracting pout once again.

“Is it not?”

“No one would ever dare to seek a potion master’s work. No one who wishes to remain alive at least.”

Although his voice is not remotely threatening, the hair on the back of your neck rises at the prospect of what he could mean by such dangerous words.

“Is that a threat Professor?” As hard as you will your body to remain still, you can’t control it from taking a step back when he leans forward and crosses his hands in front of him.

“No. It is not.” It comes as a shock to you how easily his curt reply calms your nerves, ones that have been on high alert before you walked into his office. It was a strange feeling, to be comforted by the one who’s been causing you anxiety for the past hour or so. You don’t know what else to say to him now, so you opt to remain quiet, hoping he can continue to lead the conversation and veer it somewhere less intense than where it is now.

Professor Tovar motions towards the chair in front of him, not saying another word until you walked back towards him and sat down. You inhale deeply, mulling over everything that’s transpired between yourself and the man in front of you. Resting your back against the chair, you cross your legs and fold your arms together, all the while coming to terms with how unproductive your visit to the castle was turning out to be.

“I need to ask you one last question.” He sighs heavily as he offers you a final claim, one that would have set your heart rate running had you not already come to terms with your failure to convince him of your plans.

“Go ahead, it’s not as if I’m not in harm’s way already.”

It’s clearly not the answer he expects, and the careless air about you must make him uncomfortable because he grimaces irritatingly and clenches his fists tightly in an attempt to control his reaction to your dismissive statement.

“What do you value more? Your life, or your abilities.”

“I- I do not know. I never used them, and apart from being able to breathe underwater, I never truly felt any connection to my family. But when my parents told me of how I came to them, I couldn’t help but feel betrayed. My parents, the biological ones I mean…they tried to help the only way they knew how during the war, but what good did that do them? They left me alone in this world, and although I would not take back a moment with the ones who raised me, I cannot ignore my anger.” You couldn’t quite make eye contact with him, unsure of how he would take your confession and whether or not you’d find his reaction to your liking.

“And when I started this journey, I thought I had made a decision. I would give up my abilities to keep my life as peaceful as possible. But when I got closer to an answer, when I was told there is someone who would be able to help me, I became confused. I value my life, and if there ever comes a time when I would have my own family, my own little ones running around, I would give up those abilities in an instant. I would not wish for them to go through life the way I have.” His question is general enough for you to be as vague as possible in your answer, so you’re not sure why you’re suddenly offering him an answer as intimate as the knowledge he’s come about because of you. The last thing you expected was to ever open up to someone about your personal ordeals, let alone a person as judgemental as the professor. You don’t need to continue, but you feel like you owe him an explanation as to why you’re willing to go through such means to get what you want.

“But then I thought about it longer, and it occurred to me that I may be disrespecting my parents’ honor…their heritage…for selfish reasons. They left me alone in this life for the sake of the world’s safety. They were so selfless, and- and I do not wish to disappoint them by giving up what they gave me…the only true thing that connects me to them.” If your admissions hold any effect on him, he hides it pretty well, not daring to break your line of thought as he listens attentively to everything you have to say.

“So…I do not know Professor Tovar. I do not know. Perhaps I will once it becomes a reality, but perhaps I will choose my biology instead. I do not think I will truly know what I want unless it is in the palm of my hand.”

The man in front of you says nothing, and you take it as a sign of his continued refusal to help you. Knowing there is nothing else to be said or done, you nod your head several times at him before standing up and walking towards the door to his office.

“Forgive me for taking up so much of your time. I- I will see myself out.”

You get a hold of the doorknob, but as you twist it to leave, Professor Tovar blurts out something you were convinced he wouldn’t ever say to you.

“I will help you.”

“I will help you…so you can have your choice.” You should have noticed it earlier, his accent that is, but you must have been caught up in the tense atmosphere surrounding him that you didn’t notice the melodious tone of his voice, the little pauses he took before he said something deemed “difficult.”

“What- what do you wish for in return?” You didn’t want to be so distrustful, but his perspective changed several times throughout your little chat that you couldn’t rely on a single confession said after you’ve practically poured your heart out to him.

“Nothing.” You stare at him, shocked at the dramatic turn of events. He must sense your reluctance in believing him because he rubs his beard nervously before repeating his earlier words again.

“I want nothing in return.” His voice is even calmer, and you look to the side to mull over how to properly respond to him.

“If we are to create such a serum, that will be my reward.” That catches your attention immediately, and you narrow your eyes at him in wariness. Of course he’d want to take the credit for such a serum.

“You wish for your name to be associated with this potion?” The question is neutral, at least you thought it was, but the way Professor Tovar cringes and pouts lets you know otherwise. Perhaps you should have chosen better words after all.

“No, I wish to go to sleep at night knowing there is now a cure for what killed my sister.” The silence that follows his confession is deafening, and you can’t help the tears forming in your eyes as you look into his gaze and keep it much longer than deemed professional. The deep shade of his orbs softens when he notices a trail of droplets streaming down your cheeks. He shakes his head as he hands you his handkerchief, nodding at you to take it and wipe your skin.

“Do not waste your tears. They are far too valuable to be shed on a memory of one you do not know.” There is something different about him now, almost as if he was met with the opposite of what he expected to see. You furrow your eyebrows, not once turning away from him as you reach out to hand him back his handkerchief. He shakes his head then, and sits back down.

“I think it best if you kept that.” You know what the gesture means, and you want to thank him for being so considerate, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a whispered apology, one you’re not sure whether you said it regarding his sister or this whole conversation.

“I am sorry.”

“There are some things you should know.” You tilt your head to the side quizzically, watching him as he writes down several things on a piece of parchment, all the while continuing to tell you the steps he will need to take throughout the next few weeks.

“Yes?”

“For us to achieve anything, you will need to part with many parts of yourself. Your hair, your tears, your blood…perhaps maybe your scales. I will never be left in the room alone with anything that belongs to you, to ensure your comfort of course.” Somewhere deep in your mind, you know what he says to be true. You should have expected such steps even, but as he mentions what he’ll need from you, particularly your scales, you begin to feel a little faint, not because you don’t trust him, but because apart from your parents, you have never once shifted in front of another.

“I see.”

“And if circumstances call for it, you will need to use your abilities on another…so we know whether this potion functions properly or not.” You make a note to thank him later for halting in his requests to give you some time to take it all in.

“And that is necessary?” You already know the answer to your question, but you want to hear him agree regardless, out of fear of any misunderstanding that may take place.

“To be sure of the serum’s capacity? Yes.” Your thoughts are incoherent, and you are aware that your facial expression is probably reflecting the sudden unease settling into your chest. If Professor Tovar notices your erratic breathing, he says nothing of it and stands from his desk, folding the paper several times before handing it to you. You take it without another word, mustering up whatever energy still left in your body before you stand and head towards the office door.

“Think on it, and when you are positive you wish to continue, we will begin.” He says right as you walk out the room into the lecture hallway. You turn around and nod briefly at him before continuing forwards, trying your hardest to not spiral into your thoughts now that you know there is a chance you could fulfill your goal.

In the midst of it all, you find yourself at the entrance to your quarters. Had you been yourself, you would have marveled at the hallways, and the paths leading to your room, but you weren’t aware of much outside of your mind. And as you enter your room, you’re met with a silence that is eerily comforting to your otherwise anxious spirit. Without thinking much of what you’re doing, you walk towards the window and look out towards the forest, rubbing your temples furiously when you make out the edge of the Black Lake beneath the castle.

So much has happened, and the confirmation Professor Tovar has given you before you left his office should have put you at ease, but there was still the matter of his knowledge of your little secret.

You walk away from the window and pace around the room, trying to figure out what would happen if word got out. You were already in danger as is, and the world has come to a point where it no longer cares for the well-being of others, but only the self.

As you sift through several scenarios, you notice something moving from your peripheral vision. Without alerting the presence in your room, you take your wand out and slowly turn around to face the intruder, only to part your lips in awe at the sight in front of you.

There, standing in the middle of your room by the window, struts a beautiful patronus, one of a beast you saw a few hours earlier for the first time. You watch as it kicks twice before lowering its head and shaking it at you, letting you know that it meant you no harm. Slowly, so as to not scare it away from you, you walk towards it with your hand held up, wanting to see if it would take those last few steps towards you or not.

It doesn’t take too long for it to come to you, and you smile at the creature when it flutters its wings and stands just beneath your hand.

A faint voice emitting from the patronus makes you flinch, but you stand your ground, marveling at the way the beast seems to recognize the hint of fear in your eyes.

“No one will learn what I know. I made sure of it.”

You know that voice. You’ve spoken with its owner for the better part of the night.

Gods above, this was his patronus.

There is so much you wish to understand, the first of which is why his patronus is an animal associated with grief and solitude. You get the sense that it may be because of his sister, but you can’t be too sure considering how little he told you of her. It’s almost as if it was a slip of the tongue and he never meant to mention her.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice the thestral drawing a pattern on the ground, one you couldn’t quite place since it disappeared right away. It continues to create the same pattern over and over again, and it’s only when it leans down and points at your wand while drawing the pattern that you realize what it is trying to tell you.

You step away from the beast, heart rate rocketing through the roof at the realization of what this man just did, willingly, for you.

“You understand what I mean of course.”

You hear his voice once more, and even though you know he’s not physically there to see you agreeing to him, you nod your head and kneel down so you can be face-to-face with the thestral. It’s almost as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and even though you know Professor Tovar to be an honest man, a respectable one as well, you can’t help but wonder whether he was telling you the truth.

One look into the thestral’s eyes and you know that he was incapable of lying to you about something so important, so vital to your safety.

He may be resentful and filled with fear over your presence, but with the way the beast was seeking your touch, you know that he was not the sort of man to gamble with your life.

You smile at the winged-animal, and pet its head, giggling to yourself when it lays down right away and rests its head into your lap.

Hmm, who knew patronuses were so affectionate.

“Rest easy.”

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This is the final part! I hope you enjoyed this short little smutty, kinda depressing Joel story! Lol ❤️ please dm me with suggestions for more if you’d like to read something specific. I’d love to hear from you!

Part Five

18+ only

Tw: SMUT almost the whole chapter, praising, slightly rough spanking, m receiving, angst, age gap

5,400 words

Joel

My body is being caressed, gentle fingers running through the hair on my chest as my eyes flutter open and air deeply fills my lungs. I turn my head to see y/n smiling at me, still topless from last night and wearing nothing but her underwear.

I instantly shift my body on top of hers, emitting a playful giggle from her as I lean down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "My god, what a sight to wake up to," I say somewhat gruffly.

"Well, good morning to you too, handsome," she chuckles, her hands on my back. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very," I beam, gazing down at her. "And you?"

"Very comfortable, but not very long. It's hard to sleep in someone else's bed, you know?"

"I understand. If you wanted another sleepover tonight, maybe it could be at your place."

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Really? You wanna see me again?"

"I don't ever want to stop seeing you, honey," I chuckle as the tip of my nose grazes hers.

"I'll never get over how perfect you are," y/n beams, her cheeks darkening. "You're a dream."

"No," I say before giving her a quick kiss, "I was made in a lab, remember?"

Y/n giggles as I slide off the bed, going into my closet to fetch a shirt for her. She takes it from my outstretched hands, thanking me as she slides it over her torso.

"Tired of seeing me naked already?" she teases.

I scoff, vigorously shaking my head. "Absolutely not. Just thought you might be more comfortable."

"I am," she giggles. "Thank you."

My eyes flick to my watch, seeing that it's nearly eleven in the morning. "Holy shit, I slept in."

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."

Striding over to y/n who is sat at the edge of my bed, I give her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Baby, you must be starving. Let's have lunch together."

Y/n smiles bashfully. "Where? Here?"

"Anywhere you want."

She shrugs indecisively. "I don't care, Joel. We can eat here."

"I'm not much of a cook, but I'll see what I can do with what I've got."

My hand stretches out for hers, smiling as she happily takes it and leaps off the bed. We walk into my kitchen, my free hand pulling the fridge open to see what's inside. There's a few chicken breasts that need to be cooked, and I nod to myself as I pull them out, reaching in for the marinade as well.

"Want me to grill some chicken?" I ask her.

"That sounds amazing," she kisses my cheek. "I think you'd look sexy manning the grill."

"Yeah?" I raise a brow as I smirk. "Too bad I don't have an apron or something."

Y/n's finger travels down my chest and stomach. "I think shirtless works."

"Shirtless it is, then."

We walk outside through the sliding glass door, silently thanking god that I have a privacy fence so that my neighbors can't see me grilling shirtless at eleven in the morning. What would they say if they saw me with y/n? Would they think I was a creep? Would they know she's Sarah's teacher?

A worried thought pops into my head as y/n sits on the patio furniture, my fingers turning the knob on the grill, igniting the propane-fueled fire. "Hey, y/n, would you ever get in trouble at your job if they found out we were seeing each other?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I'd like to say no, but I'm not sure. Why?"

I shrug, shaking my head. "Just a worry I had."

"Well, I mean, I don't really have anybody to tell anyway, so it's not like it'll get around."

"What if we eventually tell Sarah or she finds out? She'll probably be so excited that she'll want to tell her whole class."

Y/n makes a wincing face. "Ooo, yeah. I wouldn't want anybody to think I was playing favorites with her, or being more hard on her just because I'm dating her dad."

"Exactly," I nod, drizzling marinade on the raw, spiced chicken. "I don't know. It's just kind of concerning, I guess."

"You and I worry a lot," she giggles. "Something I noticed on our first time talking together."

"I've been honest and vulnerable from the start," I chuckle sheepishly. "You just bring it out of me."

"I love that you're like that with me. I'm the same way."

"Good," I beam at her, admiring her bare-faced beauty. "What do you want to do today? Anything exciting?"

"Well, I had asked last night if today could be about you, but you kinda shrugged me off," she glares playfully as she crosses her arms. "So, can we do something that you want?"

"I'm more of a giver than a receiver," my mouth twitches up, being reminded of her writhing beneath me last night.

Y/n flutters her lashes as her cheeks deepen to scarlet. "I can tell."

"But if you really want to, maybe we could go bowling or play darts. Those things are fun." I look to the grill briefly as I add the breasts. "Basically, I just want another date with you."

She stands, striding over to me as she throws her arms around my neck. "I'd love another date with you."

"Bowling tonight?"

Y/n nods. "Yes, please." She kisses me, and then my neck, her hand traveling down to my briefs where my cock is already semi-hard from the reminder of her pretty moans. "And right now?"

I swallow thickly. "Right now?"

My gaze follows her as she drifts down easily to her knees, my eyes blowing wide in surprise as she stares up at me innocently.

"Can I thank you for last night?" she asks quietly as she hooks her fingers into the sides of my briefs.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to thank me—" my sentence stops as she kisses me softly through the fabric.

"I want to. Please, Joel."

I push my hand through her hair, nodding subtly as she gives me a vast grin, shimmying down my boxers until they're around my ankles. My cock springs free, gently smacking her chin as she gazes at it with admiration.

"God, you're fucking huge." Y/n licks her lips, her mouth coming forward to swipe her tongue up the slit of my tip. "How will you ever fit inside of me?" her sultry voice rings in my ears.

A quiet groan escapes my throat, gazing down at her as she wraps her hot, silky mouth around me. My own mouth hangs open, gripping at her hair until it's bunched up at the back of her head in a messy bundle.

"Fuck," I groan, my head hanging back as she sucks me slowly and firmly. "You suck me so fucking good."

She chuckles lightly, her hand finding its way into the mix as her mouth moves further down, stroking me in time with the bob of her head. My eyes force themselves back to watch her, the sight of her so needy for my cock nearly making me cum in her perfect mouth. I want to tease her, deciding to pull her mouth off of me by gently jerking her back by her hair.

"No, no," she whines, "please, let me keep going."

I groan, easing her back onto me and being encased in her sweet mouth. "Love how cock drunk you are for me, petal." My stomach flexes as my release is nearing its debut. "I'm already so close."

Her hand begins to stroke the base of me faster, as her mouth keeps its moderate, firm pace. The sounds of her sucking me makes my toes curl, the filthy slurping and squelching of her mouth driving me absolutely wild.

"God, y/n. Jesus—fuck," I curse, no longer able to make an intelligible sentence.

Her eyes are shut as her brows are furrowed, burying me into her throat as she bobs her head quickly, coughing and choking on me with her hands now clawing at my stomach.

I place both of my hands on the back of her head, my hips thrusting slightly as I chase my high, feeling myself reach the very brink.

"You gonna take all my cum, petal? You want it down that pretty little throat?"

She nods fervently, groaning around me as she does.

My legs shake as I begin to spill my release into her mouth, groaning out loudly as my hands tightly fist at her hair. Y/n moans with delight, my cum pouring out in hot ropes against her tongue, the feeling far better than one I've ever given myself.

"Fuck," I sigh, looking down as she slowly pops off of me, opening her mouth to show that it's filled with my release. "Oh, my god."

Her eyes are locked onto mine as she swallows, swiping her tongue all around her lips and bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her sloppy chin.

"You taste so good, Joel," she beams, sliding my briefs up as she stands. "And you gave me so much."

I groan, pulling on her hair to tilt her head up towards me. "You have no idea how bad I'm going to fucking wreck you, y/n. You're making me crazy."

She chuckles, biting her lip gently. "I can't wait to find out."

As we sit at the dining room table eating our lunch, my eyes are nearly incapable of focusing on anything other than y/n's beautiful lips. I can't stop remembering how good they felt around me, and how quickly she was able to make me finish.

Even at almost forty-one years old, I'm finding my sex drive to not be even a little bit close to drying up. How could I ever not be turned on with a woman like her around me? Not only am I completely enamored with who she is as a person, but her beauty is beyond what I'd imagine a woman going for me to look like. I must have done something right in a past life in order to have someone like her wanting me now.

"What?" she asks sheepishly as she gingerly chews.

I reach my hand out and place it over hers, bringing it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. "You are just so beautiful, baby."

Her cheeks flush a shade darker, her eyes nervously looking down to her lap. "You're so sweet, Joel. I don't think I've ever received so many compliments from someone."

"You've been with the wrong people."

Y/n giggles, leaning across the corner of the table to kiss me lightly. "I know. You've already shown me that."

My eyes gaze into hers, mesmerized by the shade of them, as well as their delicate, feminine shape. "You want to go out after this?"

She nods. "I'd love to. Bowling still? Maybe after, we could get some snacks for a movie at my house tonight, if you'd like."

"I'd love that," I beam at her. "I'll take you home to get some clothes, and I'll pack my toothbrush."

Y/n laughs, placing her hand on my forearm. "God, you're so cute."

On the way to y/n's, she's sat beside me in my truck wearing my shirt and my boxers with her dress laying across her lap. She looks incredible in my clothes; it's hard to take my eyes off of her.

I get out and open her door, holding her hand as she steps down, giving me a swift, unexpected kiss once she does. It makes me smile, feeling so perfectly content, way more than I have in a very long time.

We walk inside, the cool air of her home greeting me, gaining me relief from the stifling humidity outside. Y/n guides me to her bedroom, the sight of it much more tidy and put-together than mine. Everything seems so pristine, and the air smells of fresh laundry.

She walks across the room, hanging her dress back up in her little walk-in closet before grabbing her phone off of her bed, quickly apologizing for it.

"Sorry, I'm sure nobody texted me or anything, I just haven't checked my phone since Friday morning, pretty much," she laughs lightly, gliding up to me. "Just been having so much fun with you."

I kiss her sweetly, running my nose along hers like I love to do. "Mmm, me too," I hum with contentment.

Y/n chuckles before pulling away, gazing back down at her phone as I sit at the edge of the bed, my eyes wandering around the room.

"Joel," she says lowly.

My gaze snaps to her face, the expression on it unreadable, immediately making me feel concerned. "What? What's wrong?"

"The gynecologist emailed me my results Friday evening," she begins quietly, "and this entire time I've been with you, we could've been having sex."

I laugh, relief flooding me as well as a hint of excitement. "I'm glad there's nothing wrong, y/n."

She makes her way to me from the door, straddling my lap as I support her weight on my thighs. "Wanna bowl in a little bit instead?"

Without even answering, my lips melt onto hers, the kiss immediately heating up. Our tongues clash and our breathing becomes more desperate. My hands lift off the shirt on her torso, tossing it aside before she pushes me gently onto my back. I grip at her ass, kneading it before slipping the boxers and panties off of her.

"I need you so fucking bad, Joel," she breathes heavily between kisses. "Please."

I grin devilishly at her, rolling us until she's on her back, already practically panting beneath me. My torso leans back to lift my shirt off, quickly unbuckling my belt to unfasten my jeans and kick them off with my shoes.

Her legs are already wrapped around me, pulling my hips into her by her ankles, the neediness she feels for me being deliciously evident.

"Let me taste you," I groan against her lips, dropping my hand between us to rub that pretty little clit of hers.

"Fuck," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please, baby, just fuck me. I need to feel you."

"God, you're so desperate," I beam, her hips grinding against my fingers.

My cock aches, begging me to bury myself into her, and to never ever stop. I move my fingers from her to around myself, running the tip along her slit, being sure to rub at the very top.

"Yes," she nods, her eyes looking down between us. "Fuck, Joel, you're so big," her voice is hushed, sounding almost nervous.

I take her face into my left hand, gently gripping her jaw to force her to look up at me. "Eyes on me, baby. Want to watch your face when I fuck you."

Her brows furrow with desperation, my hand finally lining myself up with her entrance. None of me can believe this is happening so spur of the moment, but all of me absolutely needs her.

Slowly, I ease myself in, her eyes widening and her puffy lips dropping open as her silky walls squeeze my length. The sensation of her makes my body shake with pleasure, my eyes briefly closing as I let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

Y/n's arousal soaks me, making it easy for me to pull myself out before pushing back in.

"Jesus," I groan, keeping my left hand gripped onto her face. "Grip me so goddamn tight, petal."

She moans loudly, a gasp hitching in her throat as I give her one quick thrust. "Joel, please."

My body is in pleasure overload, my mind spinning faster than it ever has, every single nerve firing wildly. I release her face, leaning down to place my lips against hers as I start to rock my hips faster. Every pull of her walls makes my eyes squeeze shut, eliciting an animalistic grunt from me.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm trying so hard to be gentle," I groan, "but you feel too fucking good."

How deliciously wet she is is audible, only spurring me on further into my rough drive forward. The headboard of her bed knocks against the wall loudly, y/n's breasts bouncing wildly as I bury myself to the hilt nonstop.

"Joel!" she cries out, her back arching upwards.

I groan, pounding into her harder, sweat beginning to form on my brow as I admire her beautifully twisted-up face. My lips press against hers swiftly before I lean back, one hand on her hip and the other pressed to her swollen bud.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses, her hands clawing at the comforter beneath her.

Her eyes lock onto mine, her fucked out expression nearly bringing me to my peak just from the sight of it. Her entrance clenches around me as a moan leaves her perfect lips, my hips having a mind of their own as I fuck into her almost aggressively.

"You take me so good," I groan, leaning my head back. "Jesus fucking christ, baby."

Her cunt swallows me whole every single time I thrust forward, my head turning back down to watch her beautiful face scrunch with pleasure. A broken, throaty scream leaves her, feeling her walls flutter around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I can't help but cry out myself.

"Ooo, that's right, petal; cum on me. You've fucking earned it."

Y/N's body writhes and shakes, withdrawing my fingers once I know she's down from her climax. My hands grip either side of her hips now, giving her every single inch of me as hard and deep as I can. Her arousal runs down to my balls, making my mind go wild with things to say to her.

"Cum in me, Joel, please!" she cries. "Please, baby. I'm yours."

I'm yours.

Those two words send me instantly barreling off the cliff of ecstasy, my release pumping out of me as my cock throbs deep inside of her. My groans are loud and my fingers dig into her skin, trying to ground myself from the intense feeling that she has given me.

I shudder, my eyes finally opening to peer down at the incredibly sexy, alluring woman beneath me who has a vast grin on her face.

With a small chuckle, I lean down, giving her a neat, tongue-filled kiss. "What are you so smiley about?"

Y/n giggles slightly, her fingers stroking the side of my stubbly chin. "You feel so good." She bites her lip. "You fuck so good."

Reluctantly, I withdraw from her, laying beside her with my body being a sweaty, panting mess. My head turns to face her, my hand reaching up to run my thumb along her bottom lip.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"

Y/n immediately shakes her head. "Not at all. You felt amazing."

"God, you take me so fucking good," I smile, turning onto my side to pull her in for a soft kiss. "You're amazing, y/n."

She chuckles, her arm around my midsection as she presses her cheek against my dampened chest. "Can we do this all night instead of bowling?"

"Ooo," I coo with intrigue, "I am very okay with that."

"Mmm," she hums. "Me, too."

In the shower with y/n, my hands are incapable of leaving her skin, my lips on her smooth neck as she cranes it to grant me full access. Her wet hair hangs down, my fingers pushing it to the side in order to caress her slippery back.

Y/n hums at my touch, my head beside hers from behind as I watch the water cascade down her front.

"I can't get enough of you," I say quietly, nipping at her earlobe gently. "I thought I was depraved before," I scoff. "It's worse now."

She giggles, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, me too." Her head turns to lock eyes with me, our lips meeting together with effortless timing. "You've made me so sore."

"Aw," I coo, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her against my body. "We can wait for another day if you're too sore, petal. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's the best kind of hurt, Joel," she grins, pulling me in by my chin for another sweet kiss. "I want more."

I chuckle. "You're gonna end up make me sore, honey." My erection involuntarily presses into her back, doing my best to turn my hips away.

"You know," she turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, "for an old guy, you sure do have the sex drive of a young person."

My mouth hangs open as she begins giggling, her laughter so infectious that I can't prevent myself from giggling with her.

"You are such a brat!" I tease, sliding my hands down her back to grip her ass. "I might be offended if I didn't see how easily you came for this old guy."

Her face brightens, her previously confident demeanor melting away into the submissive goddess that she is. "Joel," she says bashfully with a slight giggle, "when I told you that I'm yours, I meant it."

The intense arousal mixes with that butterfly feeling she always gives me, my eyes softening as I try to tame my dirty thoughts.

"Yeah?" I ask with an arched brow. "And I'm yours."

Her eyes seem to go bleary, her face suddenly burying into my chest.

"Y/n, honey, what's wrong?" I lift her face, seeing more than just water droplets on her cheeks. "Why are you crying, sweet girl?"

"Because," she sniffles, shaking her head, "I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

Her eyes meet mine, the sadness in them shattering my heart. "Of loving again."

My heart aches, wrapping her up into a tight embrace. "I promise you, y/n, that whenever you decide I'm lucky enough for you to tell me you love me, I'll never take that for granted."

“I was with Sam for four years and engaged for one. Everything was perfect until he proposed, and then he fucking cheated on me and I just—” y/n’s head shakes against my chest, “you’ve already made me feel so great, and I’m so scared of how horrible it’s going to feel when it ends.”

“Ends?” I cock my head, pulling her face into view. “Who said it’s going to end, y/n?”

“Fuck,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, “I’ve known you for a week and I’m already freaking out about stuff I don’t even need to freak out about.”

I chuckle. “You can always tell me your fears, baby. We’ve both been pretty emotionally vulnerable from the start.”

“I know, I know,” her bottom lip gets dragged by her teeth. “But would you ever settle down again? Get married? Have more kids?”

“Honestly, yes, I would. How old was your dad when he had you?”

She chuckles, her eyes on mine. “Fifty-two.”

“Exactly,” I beam. “That’s another roughly eleven years for this old man,” I tease her, resulting in a giggle. “And if I’m lucky enough to still have you in eleven years, there’s no way we wouldn’t have kids of our own.”

Her brows pinch together with emotion, more tears sliding down her damp cheeks as she pulls me in for a sweet, deep kiss. “You’re perfect, Joel. I can’t stand how perfect you are. It’s too good to be true.”

“No,” I say gently, kissing her forehead, “it’s exactly what you deserve, baby.”

After we come back from the store with various snacks; fruity, salty, savory, sweet, it’s only around four in the afternoon. Y/n and I carry in the groceries, her stubbornness not allowing me to take in all of them myself. We place everything down on the counter in her kitchen, unloading the bags to put everything away.

I store the wine and beer in the fridge, chuckling as y/n walks past me and gives me a small smack to my butt.

“Hey!” I drag out with a laugh. “You really just spanked me?”

She laughs loudly, reaching up to put chips away in her pantry. “You’re damn right I did.”

“Seems only fair that I do it to you, too.” My hand raises, charging towards her as she squeals and runs away.

Both of us are laughing as we run through her house, my arms finally wrapping around her to pull her body into me. Y/n is giggling hysterically, kicking her legs as she shakes her head back and forth.

“No!” she feigns resistance. “I don’t want to be spanked by an incredibly sexy man! What a nightmare!” her voice drips with sarcasm.

I bend her over the couch, my cheeks aching from how much I’m grinning. “I think you were made for a good spanking with an ass like this, baby.”

Y/n looks back at me as she bites her lip, her cheeks reddened. “Spank me then.”

My hands rub against the fabric of her jean shorts, slowly pulling them down on the sides to reveal the white cotton underwear she has on beneath them. I can’t help but immediately harden at the sight before me, admiring every curve of her perfect body.

I trace the line of her panties, dipping my fingers into the back to ease them down her legs. Y/n’s thighs press together, letting me know that she’s already perfectly wet for me between them.

My palm rubs the smooth skin of her right cheek, caressing it with admiration before raising it to give her a gentle smack.

She laughs, burying her grin into her arm.

“Are you actually laughing?” I ask her with a small smirk on my face.

“Just was expecting a spanking, not a tap.”

With a devilish grin, I raise my brows, nodding my head. “Okay, petal. You asked for it.”

I raise my hand up, stretching it back to my shoulder before connecting my palm to her ass. Y/n’s mouth hangs open, her eyes squeezed shut as she lets out a small cry.

A red Joel-sized handprint begins to appear on her ass, and I immediately feel guilty, gently rubbing the swelling skin.

“Again,” she says quietly.

“Y/n—”

Her head turns back, her eyes soft but teeming with lust. “Please. Felt so good, baby.”

My cock twitches at her plea, making me crack a small smile. I move a bit to the left to rub her other ass cheek with my right hand, almost as if I’m warning it of what I’m about to do. As my palm makes harsh contact with her skin, it begins to tingle from the force, checking y/n’s face to see it riddled with arousal.

“You really are the depraved one, aren’t you?” I ask, giving her another rough smack to the other cheek to give the left one a break.

“Yes,” she groans quietly. “God, I need you again, Joel. Please.”

It takes me less than five seconds to free myself from my jeans and briefs, immediately lining myself up with her entrance to push my cock deep inside of it.

“Fuck,” I groan out, my head briefly leaning back from the still unfamiliar grip of her walls.

My hand reaches down and threads into her hair, making a fist at the base of her scalp to pull her head up. Y/n cries out as I slam into her with no abandon, being so wholly lost in the feel of her perfect cunt that I can barely control myself.

“How do you take me so good, huh?” I ask gruffly. “Where’d you learn to take cock this fucking good?”

She screams into the air, my grip tightening on her hair. “Fuck,” she curses with a loud whine.

Our skin meeting repeatedly echoes throughout her living room, my hand tossing her hair aside to reach beneath her and rub her clit. She gasps as her walls clench tightly against me, making me groan gruffly.

“Joel,” she moans, her ass bouncing against my hips in time with every thrust. “You fuck like a god.”

I chuckle lowly, leaning down to place kisses on her spine where her shirt has ridden up as my hips stagger a bit.

“And you take it like a goddess, petal.”

Y/n’s brows furrow with pleasure, feeling her clench down on me as my fingers continue their quick, neat swirls. I bury myself to the hilt, holding my hips steady for a moment to better feel her spasming cunt.

As she releases onto me, I rub her through it, groaning as her orgasm soaks me. My cock drags out just a bit so I can look down and see the sheen coat of y/n’s cum making me an utter mess.

“Love how easily you cum for me, sweet girl,” I rasp, placing my hands on her hips as I quickly pull out. “Need to see that pretty face again, baby.”

Y/n’s legs visibly shake as she sits on one of the couch cushions, my body positing myself back between her legs with one of my knees on the floor. I’m deeply pushed into her, feeling her soaking apex clinging to me once again.

“Yes,” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers, “that’s my girl.”

She groans with her eyes shut, her head tilted back as her arms are wrapped around my neck. I fuck up into her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her wetness encasing me over and over again.

My lips lean up to attach to hers, my breathing already ragged from the intensity of my strokes. I need to cum, and it needs to be inside of her.

“You want me to fill you again, petal? Hmm?” I ask with broken words.

“Please,” she begs, “I’m yours to use, baby.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” I grunt.

My balls slap against her ass as I pound into her, eliciting a scream from y/n, and an inhuman cry from me as I spill my cum inside of her. Every single rope that falls out feels better than the last, my cock throbbing from every bit that leaks out of me.

I shudder from the intensity, my body attempting to come down from the extreme high it just felt.

“Baby,” I breathe, placing my hands on either side of her head, “you’re fucking crazy and I love it.”

Y/n giggles, letting out a slight moan as I slip out of her. “I’m just crazy for you. God, I feel like you’ve turned me into a nympho.”

I kiss her, briefly running my tongue along hers. “You’ve done the same to me, baby.” I stand, watching as she leans forward to lick both of our releases off of my softening length. “Fuck,” I drag out, mesmerized by the insatiable woman beneath me.

“We taste good together,” she beams as she licks her lips, finally standing with me. “Let me grab a towel.”

Y/n disappears into the house, returning with a white towel that she goes to hand me, but quickly jerks away, a playful grin on her face.

“God, what are you up to now?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Skinny dipping?”

I chuckle and nod, taking her hand as she guides me to the pool, both of us jumping into the deep end. The water makes a loud plunging sound around me, the bubbles cascading upwards as I finally come up for air. My arms immediately find y/n, wrapping her up tightly and giving her a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I really like you, Joel,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Did I freak you out with the marriage and kids talk?”

“Not at all, baby. You just wanted to know if you’re wasting your time, and I get it.” My eyes stay locked on hers, her long lashes wet from the pool. “But I promise that if we continue to click as easily as we have just in the last week, that a lifetime of marriage and kids with you would be a dream.”

Y/n grins vastly, twisting her delicate fingers into my soaking hair. “You’re incredible.” She kisses me softly. “Can I see you again next weekend?”

“And the weekend after that,” I kiss her, “and the weekend after that,” I kiss her again, “and the weekend after that…”

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n7viper · 2 years

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5, 8, 13 Shakarian & 22, 30, 37, 43 & 50 Mihren for OTP asks please 🥰

Random OTP Askerinos

This ended up being a longer post than intended, so I'm putting it under a cut :)

5. Who is louder in bed?

Lia! You'd think she would learn to be a little quieter after serving on ships for so long but... no. But that's fine because it gives him a chance to cover her mouth and keep her quiet :)

8. Who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

Oho! You're subverting expectations to ask about the other ship, I see. (Because you know the Mihren answer) For Lia and Garrus, I'd say they're equally as likely to cause tomfoolery that requires a third party to stop it. Lia is normally pretty straight-laced and doesn't tend to get into trouble, but they're both just horrible influences on each other.

13. Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?

Honestly, I don't think so. I could see Lia being tempted to, but Garrus doesn't seem like the type to me.

Mihren (is that then canon name now? lol):

22. Who would be a lovey dovey drunk?

I really immediately thought of Cullen, but this might actually be Mihri too now that I think about it some more. So both of them? She wouldn't consistently be more lovey dovey, she's definitely usually just even hornier than normal.

But when they're drunk and alone? More than a few times, she thinks about everything that has happened to them and has to take a moment before she gets teary-eyed about it all. She's settling down. It feels... comforting. They make such an odd couple, but it doesn't matter. They're in love. (Gross 🤮)

30. Who is older, and who makes the ‘older’ jokes?

Cullen is older by about 5 years but acts like it's by 20. Mihri only really teases him about it when he's being especially grumpy and knows that it'll annoy him.

37. When the person who doesn’t normally have nightmares, has a nightmare, how does the other comfort them?

In general, Mihri doesn’t really start getting severe nightmares until after In Hushed Whispers. Even before then, she and Cullen don’t get together until early Skyhold and don’t sleep together until after Halamshiral (done before Adamant).

This isn’t an OTP answer, but let’s take a quick intermission. This reminded me of a hc I’ve had for a while, so I’ll let you have it. Mihri and Cassandra usually share a tent while traveling. There are many times where Cass has to comfort Mihri after a nightmare. Cass is kinda awkward about it, but she does try. It takes several occurrences before Mihri finally breaks down and admits that she’s haunted by what happened in that dark future and watching Cass and the others die to save her. Ok, back to our regularly scheduled OTP hours now.

Cullen usually pulls Mihri closer to his chest, and she usually turns to face him. Even if she doesn’t, he massages her scalp and runs his fingers through her hair the way she likes it. If it’s a nightmare that causes the anchor to flare, he holds her hand. He always asks if she’d like to talk about it, but she usually declines. It’s pretty much always a lot of bear hugging, forehead kisses, and fingers through her hair.

43. How do they say ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Ex “Have you drank any water today?”

Honestly, Cullen just strikes me as a words of affirmation kind of guy. He's the type to drive you bonkers because he's just constantly saying it, to the point where it feels like it's lost its meaning. So not much to say on that front.

For Mihri, she shows her love through gifts; little trinkets that she picks up on her travels that she says reminds her of him. She shows love with meals sent to his office, through pulling him away from his desk late in the night so that he can finally sleep. Most of all, she says it by being honest with him and not putting up a front like she does with everyone else.

50. Who is more likely to cling to the other while they sleep?

I already answered this here, but I'm obsessed with the fact that three separate people asked me this. I am so soft 🥺

#supply chain is really wild rn huh #even the lead times on ask answers is delayed #also I answered half of these in the middle of a concert so just picture that #I had to sit through a Hated Band to get to a Beloved Band #enjoy your Shakarian tasties :)#they need an OTP tag soon #lia tag #mihri tag #long post #whoops #ask game answers #mihren

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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bemylord · 3 years

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do as you're told

「ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ」

warnings: bad!levi, unprotected sex, swearing, choking, gagging, degrade, daddy kink [captain kink], nsfw, smut.

word counter: 1.9 words.

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it has been a long day since you woke up. assignments from the captain levi were impracticable before surrender: disassemble a paper bale, sort 'em into letters, trash, requests and again trash. you didn't knew exactly what for levi the word trash mean to him. but you know that he has never read bullshit from the court. yes, he's respecting it, but again - his office is full of paper bale.

then you need to clean the windows and at the end of the day, when he'll be back you've to help him. levi didn't say it either what kind of help he's expecting you to do.

'brat, you've to be here at eight or else i'll make you to clean my shoes with your tongue'

he wasn't joking; you knew he can do that. a quarter to eight and you're spinning near his office, waiting for him. barely standing on your feet, falling asleep.

'i was certain you won't be able to fulfill my instructions, but you did, fortunate brat'

he sat down on the chair, staring at you sullenly. your blood runs cold, you stopped in the middle of the office, staring at your shoes. it's been an exhausting day, you're been doing the tasks since dawn and now it's almost sunset. you were ready to sit on the chair in front of levi, when he gave you a warning sign.

'did i allow you to sit down? you still have an assignments to be done' you're speechless of his rudeness. you just sighed, getting ready for new not less exhausting duty. you've got a feeling that you won't be able to training tomorrow, due to today's responsibilities.

captain showed you a gesture with his index finger: 'come here' and did without a word. approaching towards levi, your legs with difficulties moving, dreaming to feel your soft and warm bed underneath your body - one second, and you'll be asleep.

'yes, captain levi' you said, standing in front of him. ackerman unrolled the chair with him, putting hands on his knees.

'bend over closer to my face, idiot' your cheeks are covered with a pink blush, after levi pronounced that. it's the basic order: being relatively close to him. 'calm down', you mind said, 'he won't kiss you, relax'. when you did you, he brought his lips to your ear, scorching the earlobe with hot breath.

'undress me'

you're dazed, trying to reproduce his words in your head. udress? only shirt or totally naked? you've never see him naked. you've seen the outlines of muscular body in all of the years of his persistent and sometimes brutal training. but, will that means you're gonna touch his skin, his scars and smell his skin?

'did you not hear me unless you wanna get a punishment?'

he said that louder, waking you up from your thoughts.

'yes, sir'

carefully removing from him neckerchief; you slowly unbutton the buttons of his white shirt, feeling his chest rise. unbuttoning the last button, you were praying to god that it'd end, 'cause even doing it, just undressing him, it's compulsion you to think about the lower part of levi's body. when you finished, he took off his shirt, putting it on the table. you straightened your back, trying not to stare at his bulge.

'i said, undress me, cadet. i'm starting to think to give you another punishment'

before you touched the belt, swallowed nervously; your hands are almost shaking, oh how hot is he. the heat of his body is maddening, you can't deny it.

'how you're gonna take off my pants, when i still in my shoes?'

levi is rude as fuck now. he's always acting and being rough with everybody, but now he's too rude to you. you did every task, every fucking task and now he is still not satisfied? you wanted to say chill out captain, there's no need to rush, but the fear of having another task after depleted day, stopped you.

you got down on your knees, taking off his shoes. 'i'm only undressing him, please, i can't get arousal of doing it'. standing on your knees, you looked straight into the eye, with a mute supplication in your eyes, beg him to stop this.

'now my pants, y/n. take them down'

he said it with his deep and husky voice. you're done right now: wanna escape, run away from him, but you blatantly wanna know what'll be next.

to tease him? yes.

to run your fingers from his knees to the bulge? definitely yes.

you sighed, touches the belt, unbuckling the belt, faltering to touch the zip. you felt it. felt the bulge under his pants. unzipped the pants, looked up.

levi is relishing every second of this torture. he knows you're wanna more and he'll give it to you. he got up from the chair, still gazing at you with lust in his eyes, waiting for you to take off his pants.

slowly you put them down; your heart beats faster than always. maybe it's because you've been doing intimity things. it's so aroused. finally, it's over.

'i've a long day, brat, i wanna take a bath'

'you want me to make a bath for you, captain?'

'no', you mentally sighed, expecting that captain finally allow you to leave the office. 'wash me, i'm dirty'

you thought. wait, huh, what? seriously? he's certain? levi can do it by himself, he's no that tired as you're. you were reluctant to do his duties, when there were other people he could asked for.

'what if someone sees us in the bath?'

'i gave 'em an order to be in the bedrooms until the sunrise, no one wouldn't sneak out'

you got up off your knees, following the captain. you made him out to be your captain, your mentor, not a beast. he must be a mentor. when you both got in the bath, he locked the door for credibility.

'now take off the last thing'

it's necessary to be done by you? but, he's the leader, so you need to reckoned with him. you took the edges of the boxers, taking them off. you're trying to look everywhere but not at his growing dick. yes, you wanna see at levi, but, fuck, his cock.

you took the towel, soak it in warm water, rubbing over his body. it's hard not to look down there. you went behind his back, rubbing his back, ogling at him: muscular, strong body with littles scars from the past battles. light emanating from candles, showing his curves perfectly.

it's a curse - look but don't touch levi's body. only staring and choking from the pleasure.

'my lower body is dirty too, brat, hurry up'

so you back face-to-face with ackerman. you bited your lower lips, restlessly rubbing his stomack.

'are you scared to look at my dick, cadet?'

no, you aren't. you're taking precautions. you are cadet. you killed titans and you're still alive, and here it goes: you are scared to watch at yours captain dick.

no you aren't.

'on your knees, y/n, and with every rub you're gonna call me captain'

the hell. it's getting hotter here.

but, anyways, you want it too. wanna touch it and suck his dick. lick the balls and go back to the tip of his cock.

'captain', he's mesmerized by you: the way you gentle rub the towel over his body, washing him, staring straight into his eyes.

'i bet your tongue will clean my dick better'

you finally look at his cock. the tip is pink from your careless, your gentle touches.

'captain', you whispered, slightly blowing on his dick.

you knew that'll happened. you're gonna be on your knees, insatiably sucking the dick so levi will come in your mouth, breeding you. and every soldier needs to release the desire. especially the sexual desire. both craving to each other, but up to this moment you were just a team.

now you're standing on your knees, so your teammates will ask you what happened with you. what will you say? but, it'll be tomorrow, now you're sucking his dick like it's the last time you see him. unquenchably up and down, using your tongue, strocking the base of the cock with one hand.

when you reached down, unzipped your pants, thinking about rubbing you clit.

'have you had my permission to touch yourself, brat? i'm gonna gag you on my cock'

levi put his hands on your nape, gagging you, practically chocking, giving no breaks. humanity's strongest is rough everywhere, you were well-aware about it. tears begin to accumulate in the corner of the eyes: getting a bang out of pain and pleasure. it won't stop, you don't wanna it to stop, playing this moment in your head, scorching this in your mind to the day you'll die.

'i wanna fuck you raw, tonight, y/n, you should be dripping or else it'll hurts as fuck'

not it won't. you're acking for it, hungry for ackerman's cock. there is something in the ackerman's blood; you don't know exactly what, but he's certainly beckoning you: his smell, his manhood, his willingness to kill titans. it all in conjunction is maddening you. he quickly take off your clothes, started to kiss to greedily, biting your lips.

he hoisted you up by the waist, making you wrap your legs around his torso. the next second you felt like you were pressed against a cold wall.

'i knew it, brat. you've been craving for me, i'm happy it's mutually'

you didn't hear the last words, moaning to feel the tip inside you. one second and he completely entered you. huge, thicc cock. he increased the pace right after the first push. you're leaving the red patterns on his wide back, whining on levi's ear, kissing his neck, leaving a wet path from one shoulder to the other.

'you squeeze my dick so hard, my brat, you wanna cum already?'

'it's just so good'

'hold it, i wanna to cum concurrent with you'

you do as you're told. hold your orgasm. he won't last long, he endured too long, yes, he's strong. but when it comes to the person he loves - he will be weak only for them.

his cock is pounding right in the g-spot, making you melt. you've been a feverish french kissing since he went inside you. fat dick in the tight pussy, kissing the person you love - isn't it lovely?

couldn't be better.

'i'm cumming levi, can't no more'

you wrapped your legs tighter around your captain, cumming with him. he came with a little groan, leaved a dozen nail marks on your hips. he put his forehead on your shoulder, catching his breath. he let you out of his arms, kissed you on the forehead.

'tomorrow i'll go for a small expedition and when i'll return, i'm expercting you to be on all fours and naked'

'you're smug as fuck, levi'

'are you talking back to me?'

'i'll do it, captain'

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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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Reminder

pairing/s: dio morrissey x f! reader

summary: dio was being a brat, dancing with another girl in front of his mommy, so you take it upon yourself to remind him who he belongs to

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (MOMMY KINK, MMlb dynamics, light bondage, cock slapping, hand jobs, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia (crying is arousing)), dom&sub aftercare, comfort, mentioned ricky and eddie

note/s: GODDAMNIT im back to my bullshit again huh, this time we fuckn making dio our BITCH!!! hhh ok all i need to do now is write eddie, and mayhaps all three of them together OTL gif is mine lol

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You were not having a good day. You had missed your bus stop after already being an hour late to work, and to top it all off, you were accused of the mistakes in a large business report you and your coworkers wrote. After a long day of trying to fix whatever went wrong in the said report, Dio, your little devil, dragged you out of the comforts of your home to a nearby club and wind down with him.

The club wasn’t somewhere you would go, but it seemed to please Dio and you thought to yourself, why not just enjoy it? You weren’t needed at home, anyways, with Ricky out with his friends and Eddie at the library to study. And of course, Dio was with you the rest of the night.

He took you to the bar and ordered the both of you some drinks, glancing at you with a grin. You sat in front of him on the stool, leaning back against the bar to see that mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, isn't this fun, mommy?" He said unabashedly, his hands resting on your thighs as he stood in between your legs. He picked up your drink once it arrived, sniffing it once before handing it to you.

"It's alright," You teased, giving him a half-smile. Sipping on your drink, you take your time scoping out the area. There were multiple bodies on the dance floor, all dancing and swaying to the beat of the songs, and there were groups of people sitting at the booths and the bar. You looked back at him, catching the soft expression on his face before it melted back to his confident persona. "I can see why you and your friends like coming 'round here, it's entertaining and the booze ain't bad either."

Dio glowed at your praise, perking up and broadening his shoulders. "Of course! I wouldn't bring my mommy anywhere that's polluted with a bunch of drones." You shook your head, amused by his words. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss on the edge of his lips, feeling him chase you when you pulled back. He pouted for a second before bringing back his cheshire grin, "Do you want to come dance with me, mommy? I promise you'll have a good time."

"Hmm, I don't know, baby," You said regretfully, "I'm feeling too tired to dance. How about you go and have fun, hm? Mommy will keep an eye on you from here."

You laughed as he harrumphed, knowing that he brought you here solely to show you off, and now he wouldn't get the chance to. Your devil was a popular guy amongst the punk grunge community, that much you knew, but you've never been introduced into it.

Watching him slunk into the crowd, you silently observe him as you drink your liquor. He walked through the crowd as if it would part just for him, and it did. His head was held high, a slight swagger to his walk, and-

He approached a girl, slightly shorter than him, definitely a fan of him by the way she reacted, and led her to the dance floor. You glare daggers into the girl across the room, but mostly directed it into the leather-clad shoulders you were oh so familiar with. Your grip around your glass tightened as he turned her around, her back facing you, so he could catch your eyes as they ground against each other. You throw back your drink, finishing it in two gulps before standing up and stomping your way towards them.

Dio's shit-eating grin grew wider as you got closer, and the little devil had the gall to look pleased when you grab him by the arm and pull him away from the girl. Thankfully, she must've noticed your dark look and scrambled off into the crowd. You seethed at him as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against his body. "What's the matter, mommy? I thought you wanted me to have fun." He whispered in your ear.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his black hair, suddenly gripping it tight and tugging his head backwards. He moaned out loud at the action, an open smirk on his lips you desperately wanted to erase. His eyes were dark as his gaze landed on your tense expression, and you knew then that that was the reaction he was looking for.

"I didn't mean that kind of fun, baby. If I'd known you wanted to be a slut tonight, I would've treated you like one," You growled at him, making him bite his lip to suppress his whimper. You let go of his hair, turning around and start walking towards the exit, knowing Dio would follow you out.

The ride home was fast, your hand clutching at the steering wheel tightly while your other hand held Dio’s just as tight. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, but besides your joined hands, you ignored him completely.

When you arrive back at the empty home, you had slightly calmed down but still intended to punish Dio. He almost bumped into your back in the hallway of your house after you paused in the middle. "Mommy?" He quietly asked, feeling the shift of your energy.

You turned to face him, eyes hardened, your gaze made him cower. "Go to the bedroom and strip. Hands above your head. Don't touch, or it'll be worse for you. Understand?"

Dio nodded, his breath catching in his throat. But you aren't satisfied with that, so you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. "Y-yes, mommy, I understand."

"Good. Now go." You watched carefully as your devil scrambled up the stairs towards your room, his leather coat flying behind him. You took your time, however, before following him up. After bidding your time by checking things around the house, you finally climbed the stairs and entered your room.

Dio was spread out on top of your pristine sheets, as naked as the day he was born, with his hands above his head. You were pleased that he took your orders seriously for once and hummed in appreciation. His eyes were on you, tracking your every movement and waiting for your next order.

Instead, you reached down underneath the bed to grab the box of toys you shared with your three boys and pulled out a soft strand of rope. You moved to straddle Dio around his chest, far away from his leaking cock. Taking his wrists, you pulled them up and tied them to the headboard. You checked the knots to see if they were tight enough to stop him from moving his hands.

After being satisfied with your work, you shuffled down Dio's body, now sitting between his bare thighs and running your hands against his skin. "You know how this goes, right, baby? Tell me your word."

"Drone, mommy," Dio replied, already sounding breathless and all you did was tie him up. He struggled against his restraints, and when that failed, he bucked his hips down to chase your hand. You tutted and slapped his thigh, hard enough it left a pretty pink mark.

"No, Shane, mommy is going to punish you, so behave," You warned him, amused as he moaned loudly for you. You waited for him to settle down before spitting on your hand to wrap around his cock. Watching him jerk and groan, you kept at a slow rhythm, thumbing at the slit on the red cockhead every time your hand rose. "Do you like that, baby? You like mommy touching you right?"

"Yes! Y-yes, mommy, I love it," Dio hissed out, trying his best not to thrust up into your grip. It was fun seeing him unravel under your touch, how you affected and shook his whole being. It gave you a sense of power, of control over him, and nothing gave you more pleasure than that.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, making him cry out in want. You tsked at him, giving his cock a sharp slap in annoyance. Satisfied with the way he whimpered, you brought your hand back on him, this time tugging him faster and tighter. "Tell me, Shane, who owns this cock? Hm?" You asked darkly, observing how close he was to coming.

"It's yours, mommy- ah, th-this cock is yours!" He swore loudly, orgasm building quickly and eyes focusing on your hand. Growling, you pulled your hand away again, relishing in his sweet cries for more. You slapped his cock, once, twice, watching it bob left and right at the impact.

Grabbing his chin in your other hand, you made Dio look at you straight in the eye before resuming your fast and harsh rubbing. He sobbed pathetically, tears slipping from the corner of his eyes, mouth open wide with lewd sounds coming out of him.

"That's right, baby. This is my cock, so tell me- Why did you let that bitch grind on it? Is mommy not good enough for you anymore? Have to go out and whore yourself out to anybody who wants you?" You pushed his thighs wider apart, leaning your still clothed body as close to Dio as you can. He shook his head frantically, trying to speak and explain himself but before he could, you slap his cock once more. "It's okay baby," You cooed, faking sympathy. "Mommy will just have to remind her cock that it belongs to her only, isn't that right?"

Dio wailed as you keep jerking his cock, his orgasms denied multiple times it almost hurt. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to hold his mommy, but to no avail, he was tied down perfectly to your liking. "Ngh, mommy, mommy- please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, please-"

"Aw, baby, I forgive you," You said as you smiled at him, your hand pulling away from his flushed purple cock yet again, denying him of his pleasure. Thick tears start to streak his face, and you wipe them away with both of your hands. Pressing a kiss on his forehead, you felt him tip his head closer to yours, eyes shining with unshed tears. You soften at the sight of him and meld your lips together in a slow kiss. You licked at his bottom lip, nipping at it lightly and pulled at it as you leaned back. "Are you okay, baby? Still with mommy? You did so well for me, Shane, the best. Mommy will reward you now, okay?"

"Y-yes, thank you, mommy," Dio whimpered out, gasping out loud as your hand makes contact with his sensitive cock for the last time. Your movement is slower now, less tight but good enough to easily bring him to a high. You don't let go as he finally came all over your hand and his stomach, crying out loud at the intensity of his orgasm. "F-fuck! Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"That's my good boy, taking his punishment so well and remembering his manners. You're so good for me," You mumbled against his temple, pressing soothing kisses at the matted hair and skin there. You reached up to release his wrists from the rope and kissed it lightly. You let Dio rest and relax on the bed as you moved around the room to get lotion and wet tissues.

Sitting next to him, you started rubbing the lotion at the irritated surface of his wrists, soothing it the best you can. You then clean up the mess he made on his belly and your hand and wipe away the tear stains on his cheeks, throwing away the used tissues in the garbage can near your dresser.

Thankfully, Dio calmed down as you took care of him, his breaths going back to a normal pace. You took off your clothes before laying down next to him and smile when he immediately curled into your side. You rubbed his back and stroked his hair, humming a random tune to lull him to sleep.

Before he did, he opened his tired eyes once more to stare up at you. You tilted your head in question, wondering what he has to say.

"You did well too, mommy. You feel better now, right? No more tension?" He asked, and you freeze in surprise. It made sense, Dio using his brattiness for you to let off some steam from your bad day. And he did succeed; You felt infinitely more lighter than you did at the start of the day, and it was because of your little boy.

You softly smile at him, eyes tearing up a bit at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, baby, I feel much better. Thank you for this, love you so much, Shane."

"I love you too, mommy. Now let's sleep, you tired me out." You chuckled and cuddled Dio closer to you, the both of you drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

#youve heard of daddies punishing little girls #but have you heard of #mommies punishing little boys #👀#i live and die for this shit bruv #dio morrissey #shane 'dio' morrissey #dio morrissey x reader #shane 'dio' morrissey x reader #nypd blue #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #MMlb

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captainmarkone · 3 years

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Chapter Two. characters: ransom drysdale x reader. warnings: none (for now), slow burn type of thing. summary: Hugh Drysdale is known for being a well known playboy; the only son of real estate mogul Linda Drysdale, the oldest grandson of famed Author and Publisher Harlan Thrombey. Not knowing what real love is, not knowing where and who to get it from until he meets someone... something that could possible change him and his life all together. But it'll take a real good woman to do so. a/n: second installment of this Ransom fic. I hope you all love it. if you see mistakes, no you didn't. this was written on my phone and not thuroughly proofread. whoopsie.

Homecoming Dance was just around the corner and I was the lucky member of staff to be a chaperone. Voluntold as they like to say. I had no choice but to agree. Not like I had anything planned for the weekend, especially Saturday night.

“Tickets will be sold at the day of the dance. And if any one has someone that would like to volunteer for the dance to be a chaperone, please contact me or the principal or even Mr. Levinson,” I said, putting my number up with the principal and Mr. Levinson number.

“Please let them call or text us before Friday, please!” I expressed, the bell ringing. Dismissing the class, I smiled at each one and waved them off.

Sighing softly, I sat down at my desk and sat back against the chair. Spinning slowly toward the board and looking at the names of those that needed to turn in late assignments.

“I’ve gotten four calls in the last hour,” Ari said, sitting at a student desk that was in front of mine. His hands gripping the front of it as he sat. He chuckled softly. “All of them women. But I did say yes to all of them,” he muttered, leaning back against the seat.

I smiled at him, shaking my head as I watched him. “Well aren’t you so lucky. It must be because they think their kids' teacher is very attractive. I haven’t gotten any!” I said, soon hearing my phone vibrate on my desk. Scared me too. “Looks like my luck is about to change!”

“Hello?” I answered, a familiar voice on the other end. “Hu- Ransom! Hi there. You’d like to…. Chaperone? Didn’t peg you for the chaperone type. For a high school homecoming dance,” I teased, I could see Ari lifting his brow.

“Yeah well, I don’t have much to do on a Saturday night,” Ransom said. He did, but he’d much rather get to know her.

“Well, I’ll put your name down. I’ll even use ‘Ransom’ as preferred name,” I said, smiling as I wrote his name down. “Great. Saturday. 5 pm. Sound good?” I confirmed and he answered ‘yes’. “See you then,” I said, hanging up.

Ari looked at me, smiling wide as he let out a soft chuckle. “Was that… you flirting?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“What? No. He’s cute but no. Agh, maybe. He drove up next to me when I was walking to my car. Said he wanted to make sure I got in my car safely,” I confessed, smiling softly to myself. My eyes glanced at Ari, who was just watching me thoughtfully.

“Seems he might think you’re cute too,” he said, soon standing to his feet and smiled softly. “See you Saturday,” he said, knocking his knuckle on my desk before exiting.

SATURDAY NIGHT --

The weekend had finally rolled by. Every student telling me about their dresses, suits, and other forms of attire they were planning to wear. Some even showing me pictures. I was happy my students were excited to show me, that they liked me enough to share.

Having been sent home to get dressed, I took the opportunity to look nice. After all, Ransom was going to appear. If he did. Shit. He might’ve changed his mind. Decided chaperoning was something dumb to do on a Saturday night.

‘Why are you even worried? Why do you even care? Jeez,’ I thought, shaking my head. The thoughts fleeting as I applied my mascara. Doing the final touches to the natural looking make up I decided to do.

I had dressed in the knee length red dress that had a floral pattern and the sleeves weren’t that long; cutting at the middle of my upper arms, strings tied into a not so perfect bow.

I slipped on my nude, two inch heeled sandal. The one that didn’t have the strap that wrapped around my ankle. Looking myself in the mirror, I fixed my dress. Leaving my bed room, I made it to the front door of my apartment. Unlocking the door and grabbing my small purse in the process. I walked out and made my way down the stairs, happy I only lived on the second floor.

Getting into my car, immediately locking the door, I started it up and leaned against the seat while pulling on my seatbelt.

I made to the school in time, an hour before the gym doors opened for the dance. Getting out of my car, I locked it and rounded the back of my car when I heard someone say my name. Walking up next to me, Ransom slowed. Wearing a tan overcoat, a Persian scarf, and cable knit sweat underneath with slacks for his pants. His shoes a light brown to tie in the tan jacket. I smiled at him, while his lips turned up slightly.

“Wow. You clean up very nice,” I said, smiling warmly. “Wasn’t sure if you were actually gonna show up.”

He tilted his head at me, as if I was joking.

“Only because… who really wants to spend their Saturday night… chaperoning a high school dance,” I explained further, walking with the male toward the entrance of the gym.

“Wasn't too sure, either. Dances were never my thing unless I had a hot date and we hooked up behind the bleachers on the track field,” Ransom said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me. His eyes scanning me.

“Well, I definitely owe you one for coming. We only have you and another guy chaperoning today. Most are women. I was voluntold to be here,” I said, chuckling softly as we approached the gym. One of the yearbook committee kids at the table with another person; assuming someone to keep her company.

They greeted me, and I smiled at them. “Hi Maxine. Hi Danny,” I said.

Ransom opened the door for me and I walked in. He was soon beside me again, as if not wanting to get lost. “Don’t worry. It’s very hard to lost in a school like this,” I teased, walking to the large group of women that surrounded the refreshment table.

“All right, I’ll be giving everyone their duties! I have about ten of you. This is great! Oh, hey!” Ari was speaking to the group, waving at me when he saw me. “About time!” He exclaimed, eyes shifting to the male beside me.

“You must be Hugh Drysdale,” Ari said, “I’m Ari Levinson. Welcome!” He continued, looking at the list on his clipboard. I could have sworn I told Ari to call Hugh Ransom.

“It’s Ransom! Don’t call me Hugh,” Ransom said, smirking softly as he eyed Ari that soon shifted his gaze toward me then back to Ransom.

“Sorry man. Ransom. Got it,” Ari confirmed, and I nudged Ransom softly. I smiled and I could see his lips slowly turning into a smile.

Calling my name, Ari said, “I want you and Ransom at the refreshment areas. Around an hour in, we’ll rotate so everyone can get a chance to dance if they’d like to. Vilma,” he continued, telling the other ladies where they’d be.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Ransom said as we walked around the table to set up the cups of punch. I smiled, letting a small chuckle escape my lips.

“Thank you,” I said, filling the last cup that would fit on the table.

The lights soon dimmed, the DJ playing a song as kids started to flow the gymnasium. Some dancing to the fast beats of the new music, some throwbacks being played. I continued to fill cups of punch, Ransom busy at the side of me and handing out plates of food. From the stage, I saw Ari come up to the mic. “Staff and volunteers, time to switch,” he said, telling the DJ to keep up the good work.

Ransom and I moved to the side as Vilma and Jackie took over the table. We covered the exit nearest us and that’s when a random slow song began to play.

“Wanna dance?” Someone said, and I looked to my left to see a student. Hand extended. “Why it’d be an honor!” I exclaimed, taking it and glancing at Ransom. Making my way to the dance floor with Frankie, I rested my hands on his shoulders as he didn’t quite have a growth spurt just yet. His hands rested in between my hips and waist.

“Sorry kid, but imma cut in. She owes me a dance,” Ransom interjected, hand on the kids shoulder. The kid nodded, stepping to the side and that was when Ransoms moved from my hip to his arm wrapping around my waist, his free hand taking mine and letting my other hand wrap around his neck.

“Why, Hugh. Didn’t know you could dance,” I said, smiling softly as I watched his features lighten.

“Hmm. Dancing is fun when you have someone beautiful as your partner,” he said, and I had to shake my head. Eyes looking into his, hand wrapped in his, my other playing at the hairs at the nape of his neck. It was a surreal moment.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Ari in the corner of the gym. Eyes locked on me. When I made eye contact with him, he smiled and looked away to tend to a task the he saw on his clipboard.

The song soon ended, and we drilled our movements. Eyes staring into his, I licked my lips nervously as his hand moved from my frame and his hand cupped my cheek.

“I don’t know… why or how, but for some reason I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he muttered, eyes slowly drifting to my lips.

“I know your type Ransom Drysdale. And I will not be played,” I whispered, slowly moving from his trance. “One more dance?” I asked, continuing to play with his hair. He nodded in agreement, pulling me close.

From what I research about Ransom was that he was a playboy, a womanizer. Why was he so sudden in wanting to kiss me (at least I assumed he wanted to)? To be near me? To have his mind filled with thoughts of me? It burned in the back of my head. My guard was up, and it would never come down around Ransom. Not now, anyway.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x you #ransom x reader #knives out #enjoy my loves

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haechanokeh · 3 years

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Sincerity is Scary

[Sad ending] [Continuation & Happy]

synopsis: haechan and you are best friends who couldn't admit their feelings which frustrates them both and the people around the two of you

content: college au! haechan x reader

word count: 1.9K

warning: none

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You spit your coke - that didn't taste like one and coughed. you glared at haechan.

"what did you put in my coke?" you huffed. haechan gave you his innocent look.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he pouted.

"you put soy sauce in it right? i knew i should not leave my food and drinks when you're around." you said throwing tantrums.

haechan laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder and shoved a cold wet can of coke into your cheeks.

"here, drink this." he said, cooly. you rolled your eyes.

"you wasted money just to annoy me, seriously." you grunted.

"it's worth it though." he chuckled.

someone coughed and both of you just realized that you're with haechan's friends which your friends now.

"i thought you two forgotten we're with you." renjun used his sarcastic voice.

"both of you literally have your own worlds." jaemin added.

"i really don't understand why you're not dating here dude." jeno teased.

"what? hell no!" you said in unison.

you looked at each other, silently hurt. both of you felt awkward and haechan removed his arm from your shoulder. you opened the can of coke haechan gave.

haechan friends- renjun, jaemin, and jeno noticed the awkwardness between you. at first it was cute but it has been 3 years, they've been watching both of you and it was clear to them that you like each other. but what's stopping you and haechan from admitting it?

fear of the possibility of being wrong that you have mutual feelings for each other or that what happens if love vanishes because you'll never know. haechan is your childhood friend and your parents are really close there was a time you used to take a bath together when you're still toddlers. basically, you're so close with him and it'll be wasted.

you were lying on your stomach on haechan's bed while scrolling through your phone as you try to distract yourself from menstrual cramps. haechan is playing with his friends through his computer.

you shoved your face and groaned in pain because your menstrual cramp is an asshole! it was sever when it comes, it can make your head throb and your body is very weak. haechan heard you, the other side of his headphone wasn't covering his other ear. he looked back to check on you. he caught you massaging your abdomen.

"y/n?" brows furrowed in concern.

"hmm?" you just hummed.

"are you okay?" he worriedly asked, his hands were on the keyboard but he's not doing anything reason for jeno calling him out.

"haechan, what the hell dude?!"

"not really." you admitted. your in pain it was evident in your voice, face, and body.

haechan quickly removed his headphone and leave his gaming chair to go to you. you turned, your back is lying down now. haechan was staring at your hands on top of your lower abdomen.

"cramps again?" haechan knew how badly it gets when you're in menstruation. you nodded, you're almost tearing up.

he pitied you, he put his hands larger than yours and slightly rougher on top of the back of your palm. he's giving you a massage without directly touching your abdomen.

"you should've told me. wait here, i'll prepare the hot compress bag." he said and stood up.

"you have hot compress?"

"well, ahm.. mom bought it. wait here." he was lying, he bought it himself because he was traumatized 4 months ago where your cramp strike when you were in his house. that was the worst cramp that you ever experienced and it was in haechan's condo. since then, haechan stored napkins and bought hot compress.

haechan took care of you and he gave you his whole attention. he forgotten his game, left his computer open and friends hanging. but his friend already knew that you're always haechan's priority. haechan waited for you to sleep. it became a habit to you to sleep on haechan's arm and he's not bothered even though sometimes he couldn't feel his arm anymore because of numbness. he was jist staring at you as if you're the most precious thing he owns...

haechan saw his computer.

"sht." he cursed, he forgot he's playing. since you're already sleeping, he carefully removed his arm under your head. he went back to his seat and wore his headphone.

"sorry dude, y/n is not feeling well."

"your girlfriend?" jaemin teased. haechan just chuckle... bitterly.

"why don't you date her already?" jeno said.

"haechan, seriously you two look like dating already. why don't you just make it straight already?" renjun said.

haechan went silent. he couldn't count anymore how many times they tell this to him, but for him it was very hard. it wasn't easy, simply because it was scary. he thinks the same way with you, it's just scary of what's the difference of your relationship as friend vs lovers, that if it didn't work out because it's better to be just friends, then what will happen next? will you still become as comfortable with him? will he become as close to you as he used to? it's scary because both of you don't know what will happen so you both chose to hide it and keep it that way.

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it's your university's foundation, there will be a night party. you went inside with haechan but women quickly eyeing at him. who wouldn't? he's wearing a black leathered jacket, ripped jeans, and his hair that is quite long made him more four times sexier.

"haechan, i'll just get a fruit punch. do you want some?" you asked slightly louder than your normal voice because of the noise.

haechan who's enjoying the band's performance, gaze down at you and shook his head.

"no thanks. want me to come with you?" he asked. you just shook your head saying that he doesn't have to. he just nodded and went back enjoying the performance.

you left him and go to the catering buffet just to grab fruit punch and quickly went back to where you left him but you stopped from walking when you saw him with another girl, standing beside him where you left. they were talking intimately, and it was painful. imagine jeno punching your stomach, yes! with those arms and strength, that's the scale of pain.

unware, the three boys- renjun, jeno, and jaemin watching the drama while munching the shared bag of chips.

"she will cry." jeno bet.

"nah, she will push the girl." jaemin contradict.

"tsk, no." renjun grabbed a handful chips from the bag earning a glare from the two. "she will confess." jeno and jaemin eyes bulge out for renjun being ridiculous, at least for them.

"her? that's not gonna happen." jaemin said. renjun rolled his eyes.

"as if she will push the girl jaemin, y/n isn't like that."

well they all agreed and returned watching the drama while eating chips. yeah, they are eating chips in the room with a catering service.

you walk, heart-pounding loudly and hands shaking while holding the cup. you silently stood beside haechan hoping that he will notice you, unfortunately, he didn't. you disappointedly sipped on the paper cup.

you were silently and listening to their conversation- well you are trying your best because the loud music made it harder for you. they were like getting to know each other kind of questions.

you're getting annoyed so you sneakily held haechan's hand. he quickly whipped his head down to you. he gazed at your hands then to you who looking straight to the band. when haechan realize it was you, warm electricity traveled in his whole system. the random girl saw everything, so she concluded that you and haechan are dating.

"well, I have to go to my friends... ahm bye." the girl nervously and quickly walked away. haechan didn't mind her, he was just staring at you.

"is she gone?" you looked up to face haechan who was seriously looking at you.

for some odd reason, his expression made your heartbeat fast not in a fluttering way but it made you nervous.

"let's talk outside." he told you sounding a little disappointed. both of you walk while holding hands.

and the 3 guys? saw that and was jumping on their feet and slapping each other in excitement.

"dude, dude! they will finally date!" jaemin said

"finally my frustration will end now." renjun said, he sighed in relief hands on top of his chest. "but why do i feel something ominous." he said feeling unease.

"don't jinx it." jeno groaned.

you and haechan were outside the hall, away from the crowd and noise. haechan let go of your hand and face you.

you were looking nervous and he.. he's sad and disappointed.

"i will never date a friend." haechan directly told you that you didn't expect to hear.

the atmosphere was tense and it's like the heaven and hell compressing you made you feel so small. you were deeply hurt but you didn't allow haechan to see that. you masked it with a laugh.

"why are you telling me that? wah... you think i will date you? yikes." you were laughing and it looked so real. you badly want to cry but don't want to. you were disappointed that you were right. you're just too close, his actions to you are equally no different to a friend.

haechan? like he was hurt. he was asking himself why did he say that? it wasn't real but he was also asking himself, why did you say that? it was written all over your face no matter how many emotions and expressions you put in your face, you were deeply hurt.

"well, i thought you were falling for me already." he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"in your dreams." yeah, only in dreams.

"let's go back?" haechan asks holding in the pain in his chest. you gave him a smile.

"you go back first, i'll just go to the toilet." holding back your tears. the toilet is in the opposite direction from the room.

haechan just nodded and left you, parting ways. you turned your back and released every single emotion as you walked quickly towards the toilet room.

haechan with a heavy heart went back to the room. his friends approached haechan, hugging him and playfully pushing him.

"congrats dude!" renjun said cheerfully. haechan's forehead creased.

"what?"

"dude, you're finally dating y/n!" renjun said. but they saw haechan's face, it doesn't look like you were dating already. their smiles fell and turned into disbelief.

"what?! how?!" jeno exclaimed.

"just, i don't know." he shrugged.

"it's your fault, you jinxed it" jaemin amused that it was really jinxed by renjun. renjun gripped his own hair in frustration.

so why did haechan lie?

he realized that his world is small because the only person in it is you and that's not good. but he never wanted to lose you. at the same time haechan with the same reason that he always says in his mind. if things don't work out, someone will definitely leave. he couldn't bear that.

does it make sense? no. he's just convincing his self that this is why you don't like to date y/n.

sincerity is hard to give especially if you overthink things. as the song said, questioning why can't we just be sincere? it so easy but why is it hard for us? well, there are times that when we choose sincerity we ended up being vulnerable. the idea of being hurt is scary but you know what either way it's painful but it was extra painful when you became sincere because you know you became true to yourself but weren't accepted.

there will be another part, continuation but for people who don't like sad ending life me 😿

#haechan #haechan angst #nct dream haechan #nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan imagines

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Summary: When Y/N, the photographer from Karasuno's newspaper club, finds a new view that she adores

Pairings: Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem! reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: fem!reader, fluff

A/N: NFISND HOW TF DOES THIS MAN NOT EXIST- i love yamaguchi. thats it.

"That was such a good shot Y/N-chan! How do you do that? Can you teach me?" Hinata says, tugging your sleeve and you laugh as you continue to let him see your previous photos of him and the boys. A favor you've accepted from Yachi to help her with her poster for the boys volleyball team. You were no stranger to this team knowing Yamaguchi introduced you to them when you stumbled upon their practice.

Yamaguchi insisted that you practiced taking photos when they were training since you've complained about not being able to get stable photos from fast moving objects, always capturing blurry images instead of a photo that captured the essence of the moment. For months, you've improved without even knowing it. Finally joining the Karasuno newspaper club so you've got something to look forward to. You also took time to interview some of Yamaguchi's teammates to schedule your absence whenever they had a game.

But how come the boy hides whenever you insisted on taking his picture?

Surely, you were his best friend, even being in the same class as him and Tsukishima. You've met Tsukishima the day you couldn't be by his side when the bullies had the nerve to struck his confidence and ever since then Yamaguchi couldn't really leave the boys side and you went along with it, never feeling an ounce of jealousy with the two. You three grew up together, also finding a subtle communication with the blonde, even if it makes you wanna shave his hair.

"No Tsukishima, I didn't take your fucking headphones-"

"Um but you borrowed it the other day woman."

"Yes I did but I returned it to your desk before you had lunch."

"No you didn't dumbass then I probably wouldn't even be here with you right now huh?"

"I fucking returned it!"

"Then where the fuck is it Y/N!"

"Hey guys!" You both look up to Yamaguchi who had the headphones around his neck as he looks back and forth between you and Tsukishima. Y/N sighs realizing Yamaguchi grabbed the headphones from Tsukishimas desk and used it without the taller boy knowing. You stood next to Tsukishima, smacking his arm as he groans before snatching the item off of Yamaguchis neck.

"Do you not have anything to say to me?" Y/N teases as she looks up to him and Tsukishima sighs in defeat as Yamaguchi stood, confused at what you two were talking about.

"..sorry."

"What was that dino bitch?"

"I'M SORRY YOU SHIT HEAD."

So you've had doubts as to why he was so shy. He'd always push you away making sure you take pictures of Kageyama or Hinata instead of him and it frustrates you that you've got zero images of Yamaguchi playing. Although you've shared selfies together, it was different in the field he was in. You knew he'd get anxious when it came to serving especially in matches but why is that taking a picture of him was scarier?

You two were now stood at the roof of your house as you show him the difference between each angle and why was it important. With the afternoon sunset in front of you, you couldn't really help but capture its beauty, then smiling to yourself viewing the photo and seeing how all the gorgeous colors were peeking through, surely not even needing to enhance it. You show it to Yamaguchi and he smiles at the photo.

Once you were distracted by your previous shots flicking continuously, Yamaguchi takes the time to admire how the sunlight reflected on the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He loved how the colors displayed on your cheek looked like gracefully painted art on another masterpiece. He adored how your hair looked softer than usual. He especially loved the reflection that was on your eyes, nothing but the ethereal sunset.

In his eyes reflected the view he's loved since he was a kid, you.

"Do you remember when we were kids we used to think that we could chase the sunset cause it was near to us?" Y/N asks with a smile, her eyes still locked on the sky. She turns to him with the softest expression and Yamaguchi can feel the dryness of his mouth, unable to speak at what he thought.

"I remember we'd always push each other when one of us was nearer. Tsukishima even screamed for us to get back to him." Y/N laughs, Yamaguchi gives her a chuckle reminiscing on the memories. She leans closer to him and takes in his features.

How can they bully a boy whose yet to realize his beauty?

She wonders about the huge difference between the moment and the image. Right now, all she can feel was the urge to close the distance between them, just to be with him. The urge to just sneak in a photo without him knowing. Yet if this moment was to be captured, all you could see was friends, relaxing at the sight of the sun beaming down.

Both parties wished the moment would last, both at the realization of love silently blooming in their system.

You were once again in the Karasuno gym, yawning at how their practice still kept going. A week has passed and all you've been feeling is being unmotivated to do anything. The newspaper club had nothing on their hands and you don't even bring your camera anymore knowing there wasn't much to do anyway. You were just in the gym to wait up for Yamaguchi and Tsukishima but it was pass the time you told yourself to wait.

You grab your bag before letting out another yawn and standing up, scratching your eyes. You bid goodbye to Kiyoko and the team but they neglected it, focused on what they were doing. Yamaguchi notices you were about to leave so he goes to Daichi, telling him he was going to go home too. He says goodbye to Tsukishima, who didn't mind as he watches his best friend wholeheartedly chase the girl he loves.

"Y/N!" He shouts running after you, not even bothering to change with his bag barely holding onto his shoulder.

Do it.

I have to.

"Don't you think you're taking so long?" Tsukishima asks while he waited for Yamaguchi to finish up so they can walk to school. Yamaguchi zips up his bag and immediately walks to the taller boy, greeting him a good morning before they began to walk.

"Where's Y/N?" Yamaguchi shrugs, opening his phone to see if you texted but was met with none. Tadashi sighs as he hears a scoff from beside him. As they walk they pass by a colorful poster, Tsukishima takes a chance to read it then turning to Yamaguchi who was ahead of him.

"Take her." Tsukishima exclaims and Yamaguchi stops in his tracks, not knowing what he meant. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses before pointing to the poster, Yamaguchi following where he was pointed at and his cheeks were already tinted pink at the idea.

"Tsukki-"

"Your eyes are practically digging her to the ground. Don't think I haven't noticed, idiot. It's been years." Tsukishima says nonchalantly and Yamaguchi takes another glance at the poster. His hands grip the strap of his bag, and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

It's been years.

"I will."

"You're taking me where?" Y/N asks as Yamaguchi continues to drag the sleepy girl, holding her hand. Hand in hand, all he can think about is how to calm his screaming heart. He can see his younger self smiling down on him, knowing he finally had the confidence to hold her hand.

"Do you have your camera?" Yamaguchi asks, picking up the pace when he looked at the time on his phone.

"I don't, Yams- where are we going?" Y/N worried asks. It was 6:54 and you haven't eaten anything and you were sleepy too. It certainly didn't help when a boy suddenly drags you with him to a place you weren't even sure about the location.

"Please Y/N! I-I- just this once and I p-promise, it'll be quick!" Yamaguchi stutters as you two make a turn to be in a place full of crowded people. You suddenly stopped and Yamaguchi gently holds your hand once again, caressing it gently, the instinct to comfort you when he noticed the doubt in your eyes.

"Hey, we won't be lost. You got me."

He reassures, making butterflies swarm around you. He guides you to the crowd of endless muttering, looking back at you every once in a while. He sees the way your eyes wandered everywhere, the sight of curiosity on your e/c eyes. He lets a smile fall on his lips, feeling glee at the image of your expression when the festival starts. You'd grip on to his hands whenever you felt like it people were pushing you and he'd turn to a better place to sneak in to the front of the crowd.

When you look up you see lanterns lighting up the night sky. You let your hand drop from Yamaguchis, in awe at the scenery. Hundreds of lanterns covered the sky and soon everyone had their eyes on each lantern. Everything felt silent. You let the alluring lights take over your thoughts. Your heart was aching at the thought of Yamaguchi bringing you to a place like this.

He stands there, with two lanterns in his hand with your initials on each, his eyes landing on you.

How does she still stand out in a field of stars?

Yamaguchi goes to you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly as your eyes lock you can see your reflection with the floating lanterns behind you and his reflection doing the same to your eyes, both with the same thought:

My favorite view.

Yamaguchi hands you the lantern, and you thank him. He lights it for the both of you, and in sync you lift the lantern off of your hands, watching the lanterns swirl around each other like stars finding its soulmate.

"T-tadashi..this is everything. How?" You ask him, he faces you with a hand to the back of his neck and pink painted cheeks.

"I- I saw the poster on my way to school a-and you've been looking down for the past days, I thought this would make it better." He explains, and you nearly felt your knees weaken at his sweet gesture. You immediately wrap your arms around him, your head buried in his neck. It takes a second for him to respond but he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. Smiles on each faces, and hearts content.

"Thank you, Tadashi." You say softly and one hand leaves your waist to place it on your hair, caressing it with immense care.

"It's nothing, Y/N. C'mon let's take pictures." With his words ringing in your ears, your head quickly pulls away from his neck staring at him with wide eyes and he just chuckles to himself, also surprised he's gained the courage to finaly allowing you to take a photo of him.

You pull away from him with the biggest smile on your face, grabbing your phone from your bag, opening your camera and you immediately take a picture of the lanterns above. Yamaguchi just stares at you, grabbing his own phone taking a picture of you with his favorite smile and your eyes looking at the lights. He opens the image and his heart swells at the stunning girl that was in front of him.

No wonder she likes photography, I didn't know you can capture beauty twice.

Once Yamaguchi was busy staring at the new batch of lanterns, now covering the sky with multiple colors unlike before, you finally grabbed the opportunity to take a photo of him. You look back on it seeing his smile, the blues and reds of the lanterns bouncing off his eyes. You noticed how Yamaguchi was the only person that caught your eyes even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, that alone makes you realize how bright your admiration was for him.

"Y/N- can we take a photo?" Yamaguchi shyly asks, and you nod at him while you take your place beside him, with his hand placed on your arm, not even bothering to think about how close you two were knowing if he did he was sure to faint. You extended your arm finding the best angle there was, befor smiling to the camera with the lanterns behind you. You didn't notice that Yamaguchi wasn't looking at the camera, but instead he was looking you.

While you two point excitedly at your favorite lanterns, time went by now you were walking home talking endlessly about the scenery you just went to. The streets were filled with your laughter and the moon guiding your way home.

You finally reached your house, but before he can say his goodbye your arms were around him once again. Funny how silent you two were, but with an embrace said hundreds of words you wanted to say.

You pull away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, stunning him leaving him stood frozen. Then his hands reach the surface of his cheek, a finger hovering over the skin you've kissed.

"Thanks, Tadashi."

"You're welcome Y/N."

As he leaves, the night lingers on you two. Two sleepless souls with not so quiet thoughts as Yamaguchi reaches over his phone, dialling your number pressing the device to his ear, the ringing of the phone coming to a stop when you voice comes in the scene.

"Y-yamaguchi?"

"Y/N..I had so much f-fun today." Yamaguchi states, making you hum in agreement. He bites his lip, unaware of his next move. He takes a deep sigh before choosing his next words carefully.

"C-can we meet up? I'm so sorry it's late but I just wanna say something to you in uh person.." He says and you stretch before sitting up from your bed grabbing your jacket and combing your hair.

"Give me the place."

You had earphones in when you walked to the location Yamaguchi told you to meet, walking mindlessly scrolling through the images you took with him. You couldn't help but blush at the photo when he held you close. You locked your phone, scared you were going to bump into someone. So when you tilt your head you were greeted by a Yamaguchi muttering to himself and repeatedly slapping his hand to his cheeks as if he was prepping himself. Your head tilts in confusion as he paces around in his sweats and acting as if he was talking to someone.

You remove your earphones, pausing the music and placing your phone and earphone inside your pocket. As you tried to walk to him to ask him what's got him so nervous, the words that leaves his mouth got you to stop thinking properly.

"Y/N- I l-like you? No no that sounds like a question! Damn it uh- I like you. S-since we were kids- is that too cliche? How am I gonna confess before she meets me-" He rants and your mouth was open, unsure if you heard it right. You watch as he turns to you, now both shocked at what was happening. Both wide eyed and silent. If Tsukishima were to see you two, he'd simply let out a laugh.

"Y/N-"

"Yamaguchi- is that t-true?" You ask him and he covers his face in his hands, hiding he's warm cheeks as you step closer to him. Your thoughts running in circles but your body moved before you even planned what to say. You were now in front of him as you pull his hands away with his head low.

"I-it is. I'm so sorry you had to hear it in that way b-but you've been with me since we were kids and I really can't find any other reason not to.. like you." He says and you also feel your cheeks heat up with his confession. You believed his words, your memories playing like a movie in your mind. You remembered the times your were blindly chasing the sunset, remembering how you met as kids, remembering his comfort when you were sad. How can you possibly not feel the same?

"I l-like you too, Yamaguchi."

He looks up at you to make sure you were being serious, then he sees the sincerity in your eyes and he smiles to himself before placing a peck to your forehead with his hands on your hair. You lean into his touch, your head on his chest and you let him wrap his arms around your body. The smile on your faces that night was something that'll never fade away.

"I'm your b-boyfriend now huh?" He asks jokingly and you chuckle before pulling away, hand to his cheek caressing it gently as Yamaguchi presses his cheek onto it more finding it so comforting and peaceful.

"Of course. How can I say no to that?"

BONUS:

"No PDA or I will beat your asses." Tsukishima says stubbornly as you two laugh. Yamaguchi wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean your head on his shoulder.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes before speaking.

"I should've never shown you the damn poster."

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wellbafineline · 4 years

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Promise?

Harry is needy and you visit him on tour

hellooo this is my entry for ms olivias ( @bfharry ) boyfriendathon, im not entirely sure that anything happens in this but it is just reuniting w harry on tour fluff!!! i used the promt ‘harry’s number 1 groupie is his gf’ & this is my second full fic so pls be nice to me lol but enjoy!! also here is my other writing

also the title honestly has nothing to do with the piece i just picked it bc i though that line of dialogue was cute.

& heres livs boyfriendathon masterlist to read everyones entries!!

It didn't take much convincing for Harry to get you to join him on tour, actually all it’d taken was him to call you after one of his first shows on the North American leg telling you how much he missed you, and how lonely his hotel rooms felt and a couple of days later Jeff was forwarding you the plane tickets and info to meet them in Sacramento for a week of the tour.

It wasn't strange for you to visit harry on tour, but you both normally lasted a few more weeks before you caved and took the week off to go visit him, but a particularly needy harry and late night phone call with him listing all the ways he missed you, even after just a week and a half of being a part was all it took for you to take the 14 hour flight from London.

You were antsy to see him from the minute that you got in the car at the airport, but it was only increasing as you were walking with a security guard through the corridors of the arena. The security guard points you in the direction of Harry's dressing room as you turn the last corner. You could hear Harry's playlist playing quietly behind the door as you approached and knocked. ‘Jeffrey, said i just need ten minutes and i'd be there’ he shouted through the door ‘try again’ you laughed ‘not Jeffrey’

The door quickly flung open as soon as he heard your voice, immediately wrapping you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, and you both stayed like that for a minute before he started to squeeze you a bit too tightly. ‘Getting a bit hard to breathe here H’. ‘sorry love’ he loosened his arms a little around you, allowing him to look at you for a second before completely freeing you from his grasp, you looked tired from the long flight from London and your hair was a little wild because you hadn't had the chance to brush it in the rush from the airport to the venue he place a quick kiss on your forehead before letting you go to follow him into the dressing room to get settled.

There was probably an hour before the preparations for the show tonight really started, meaning Lambert would come with the rack of all of Harry's outfits and steal him away from you for him to get dressed and prep to perform but for now you were more than content with the position you were in. Harry had come back from soundcheck earlier and immediately lay on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and his face pressed into your neck, while your hands were stroking through his brown curls while he sighed contentedly every so often.

You two stayed like that for the time being until people started to filter in the dressing room and asking for Harry’s attention to put the final details on the show and his outfit for tonight. You gave his hand a squeeze getting his attention to tell him you were going to find Mitch, Sarah and Adam and leave him to get ready for the show.

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The next time you saw Harry was as people were gathering to send him off onto the stage, you could hear the crowd cheering as the venue lights dimmed. ‘Come ‘ere quick’ he said as he pulled you by your hand into his chest ‘Need m’ good luck kiss’ he had the biggest cheesy grin on his face, you couldn't help but indulge him and match his smile. You bring your hand to cup his jaw, giving him a sweet kiss, but quickly pulling away, because you knew Harry and knew how he'd turn your good luck kisses into ‘make out in the venue hallway’ kisses, and you’d had enough teasing from Jeff about that over the years you’d been together.

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You’d made your way back to the dressing room ‘Ew! H you’re all sweaty’ you laughed as his arms tightened around your waist, clearly not listening to your complaints. ‘Missed this though didn’t y’.’ His voice is murmured in your hair with his arms still wrapped around your waist, but loosening so you could walk back for him to pack up and go back to your hotel, he’d said earlier that he wanted ‘his girl all to himself’ on your first night which you couldn't really argue with, being exhausted from the flight.

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You were waiting on the plush hotel bed scrolling through your phone, checking social media while you’re waiting for Harry to get out of the shower, he was bound to be exhausted once his post show adrenaline wore off and he said he just wanted to take a quick shower to get clean, but now you were almost certain he’d fallen a sleep under the water.

The shower water turning off is what pulls your attention away from your phone, as you were in the middle of texting back your best friend who was checking that you got there safely. After a moment harry comes out of the bathroom, he was tying the belt of one of the hotel robes as he makes his way over and flops himself on the bed next to you, motioning for you to move over so you were both lying on his side of the bed, your head on his shoulder, and moving the few pieces of wet hair he missed in his hair clip off of his face.

‘M tired, glad we didn't go out now would have been asleep in the middle of some bar by now’ he murmured into your hair ‘Yeah, better off here’ you agreed, moving so that your leg was thrown over his hip and arm across his middle.

After a while of laying with each other he started to get restless, still some pent up adrenaline from the show, so you suggest doing the sheet masks you picked up in the airport earlier.

‘Y’sure your not tired? can do all of this tomorrow?.’ His arms tightened around your waist where you were sat on the bathroom counter putting the facemask on Harry's face. He scrunched up his face as you smoothed out the cold material on his face ‘M’fine just wanna spend some time with you.’

A little while after you had finished your facemasks Harry had decided he was hungry, finally crashing from his post show adrenaline and wanting to devour a bowl of fries from room service there was a knock on the door as you reached to put on the next episode of the show that you guys were watching.

‘it'll be food, I'll get it’ Harry mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the bed to get the door, grabbing his wallet on the way to tip the waiter. He returned a minute later with the tray of food you ordered, setting it down on the bed.

‘Missed you y’know’ harry starts as you put another chip in your mouth

‘Missed you two H, was only two and a half weeks though’ Harry scoffs ‘What not allowed to miss m’ own girlfriend now?’ You were already laughing as he finished, picking up a chip to throw at him across the bed. ‘Course not, like knowing you miss me’ you smile at him ‘always love.’

After finishing your food Harry’d moved you both back to lay in the bed with his head resting on your chest, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, he was clearly trying to stay awake. ‘S’alright H go to sleep, will still be here tomorrow, got me all week’ you told him, lips pressing a kiss to his hairline as you reached to turn off the TV so you both could get some needed sleep.

‘Y’promise?’

‘Promise.’

#harry blurb #harry fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles concept #harry concept #boyfriend!harry #boyfriendathon #my writing

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limenysnocket · 3 years

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Attention and Company

I couldn't help myself. @honorarytenenbaum

Summary: Sometimes you need someone to chill with, and that's okay. Maybe that person is your boyfriend who also gets a little roughed up at work sometimes. Pubs can sustain you both for only so long, but what you really need is to curb yourselves in the mall parking lot, right next to a shaved ice food truck.

Warnings: Just some light swearing, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and some brief mentions to "raunchy" behavior. This is a soft fic for y'all tonight, out here needin' some gentle lovin'.

A/N: Got some lonely feelings right now. I just wanna hug someone, dude. Yo, we could totally watch a movie over discord sometime... maybe.

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Today sucked. Flat out. The bags under your eyes didn't lie, and now here you were, outside of your studio, sitting on the hood of your car, eating a granola bar to stave off hunger for a few more hours. Hopefully.

You pull your phone from your pocket, looking at the time for a moment, then looking at your screensaver. It was the only thing that could make you smile. You had your arm wrapped around one of your closets friends, Taika, and the phone didn't capture it, but he had his arm wrapped around your waist. His curls were all messed up, and the picture perfectly showed how drunk you both were by the fuzzy pink on your cheeks. It was 99 cent beer night at one of the local pubs, and unlike the first one held at a baseball game, all went well.

Of course, there was a limit to how much the two of you were allowed to drink, but that didn't stop the many failed attempts at stealing other people's drinks while they were looking away, just to get a taste more. Didn't matter that you guys were eventually thrown out of the bar for breaking rules and coming close to breaking a few faces, you had a great night.

That night also lead to a few other places, including his hotel room, but that end of the story has to be saved for another time.

Instead of staring at your phone for another century, you decide to unlock it and dial the man up. You knew he was somewhere around here, either charming his way onto another movie set to mess with his rich friends, or getting his tired ass kicked by daylight savings.

His number was saved to your favorites, so dialing him was quick and easy. The wait for him to pick up didn't last long either.

"Talk to me..."

God, his voice sounds like one big yawn. Looks like he needs a bit of perking up too.

"I've got two curbside tickets to eat a snow cone and watch kids do loops on their bikes in the parking lot. One of those tickets has your name on them," you grin, despite sounding exhausted too. The day really made you strain your voice.

His musical laughter really makes the sun look brighter from its low position in the sky.

"That's oddly specific... where would these magical tickets take me afterwards?" He had cocked his eyebrows up and leaned against his office door while he spoke to you.

"If this were a booty call, I would have told you already, Taik," you snort and tease him. "So, it's either make yourself fat on some weirdly flavored snow cone, or take your horny-ass home."

"Okay, okay... I'd like to make myself fat for a night, as long as your there," his voice is dreamy, desperate and warm. "You there already?"

"Nope," your lips pop the p, "but I'm nearby."

"I swear to God, if you're talking and driving, I'm gonna whoop your ass," Taika stood up, acting serious when he was just really worried about your safety in general.

"I'm not, I'm fine," you laugh again. "Not even in the car. Sitting on it though, trying to convince the world's sexiest man to go out with me again."

"And you said this wasn't a booty call," he retorts over the phone, making you playfully glare at the asphalt on the road. It's like he's in front of you.

"You coming or not?" you change the subject and you hear him laugh again, but softer.

"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes, gorgeous."

He always made goodbyes so easy. Maybe it was because you both knew you would be seeing each other again, no matter what circumstances you were thrown into. But the dial tone still had its effects.

You slip off the hood of your car, and take a seat in the driver's seat. The warm summer air makes your skin glow, and your brain went fuzzy only imagining it doing the same to Taika.

The drive feels so quiet. For a moment, you actually thought about calling him again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't pick up if he was driving.

As predicted, kids are zooming around on their bikes, showing off to their friends or trying to be cool, even though they all were obviously teary-eyed each time they scraped a knee. It was amusing to you and Taika, especially when some of the older boys would try to catch your attention and zip past you and Taika. It ended up being a heckle fest in the end, and some kid always went home with his butt hurt.

Keys and wallet in hand, you trek to the small, blue trailer tucked in the corner of the parking lot.

"Damn, you must have beat me here by just a few seconds," Taika calls, rustling his way through the small spaces between a couple of cars.

"Well, you've never been a speed demon type, so last place is your calling when it comes to racing," you guwaf and grin at him. He rolls his eyes and comes to walk right next to you.

"I pride myself on road safety," he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You glance at him from the side, just to silently check up on him. His hair was tousled and his eyes were resteless. It looks like he had it rough from the start. He had struggled to get dressed this morning, but picked the most eccentric clothes in his closet to make up from his lack of sleep.

"Dare you to try the dill pickle flavor this time," his cocky tone wakes you up.

"Like hell I will," you snort as you finally reach the trailer, where a teen boy happily greets the both of you.

"Oh come on, it'll be funny," he eggs you on, his bottom lip pouting.

"Keep trying to make me get dill pickle, and the next time we have a movie night together, I'm getting the pizza," you sniff and he rolls his eyes. He thinks it is an odd threat. "And I'm making it all Hawaiian pizza." That got his attention.

"Bull shit, you would never. Not on a perfectly good pizza!" He gasps.

"Oh, just watch me, pineapple boy," you snicker and point to his pineapple print shorts. You break conversation to order two piña colada flavored snow cones. Taika usually took for-fucking-ever when it came to picking a single flavor, so ever since the second time you've been out here with him, he assigned you to choose for him. He usually got what you got.

Now, you wait.

You plop yourself down on the curb, as you promised, and he joined you with a long, loud groan. You give him a bewildered stare, wondering if his age had really gotten him this much. He smiles at you through a wince.

"Sat on my keys," he wheezes and chuckles at his own stupidity under his breath.

Your eyes float down to where he pulls out his keys and you start giggling quietly.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you've done the same thing," Taika says, not handling the fact that you have new material to mess with him, and also trying to get some stories out of you.

"Well yeah, but I don't sit down as violently as you do," you prod his bicep, and he laughs.

"Such a lady. Must sit down gracefully and slowly," he says, mocking an English accent, but he was horrible at accents so of course it was bad. You smack his bicep this time, and he playfully flinches, like it hurt.

"I really need to get you into some accent classes or some shit, before you get your teeth knocked out," you shake your head with a smile.

"What? I think I'm great at accents. My American accent is the best one yet, don't you think?" He smirks at you, and proceeds to demonstrate. "All you have to do is put an 'er' at the end of everything, right? That's totally how they speak around here."

"I would be careful, Mr. Waititi. Could get in some trouble if you say that too loudly," you roll your eyes, and he sighs. Yeah. Things were going to shit in LA. It was clear to everyone, but what could two hollywood producers do to stop things like that? Keep making films, you guess.

"Two, large piña coladas!"

You look up, and so does he.

"I'll get them," you volunteer, but he places his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

"Let me," he speaks softly, in a damn near whisper.

He stands up and strides right over to the trailer with so much confidence, you're envious. He comes back with two large styrofoam cups in hand, spoons, and a warm smile. His smile was always warm. It set fire in your belly.

He sits down a bit more carefully this time, even though his car keys were sitting in the grass, far away from his landing zone. He hands you your cup and a spoon.

"Do these have alcohol in them?" He nudges you with your elbow and you shake your head.

"As if they would let a seventeen-year-old serve alcoholic beverages," you throw in logic.

"I dunno... ever been to a ballpark before? Pretty sure some of those kids are way too young to be peddling there too, but that doesn't stop people from hiring them," he says while pointing his spoon at you.

"Fair point," you finish, then look at your snow cone. You decide to start eating before it melts.

Silence swarms the air, but comfortably. There's the occasional murmur of cicadas or humming cars drowning them out. Birds would land on the scorching asphalt to pick at whatever crumbs were left by other patrons, before fluttering away at the sight of a zooming bike getting too close for comfort.

Taika will point out a few of the kids doing tricks. He picks his favorites for the night, and he keeps himself busy by watching them. You, on the other hand, are occupied with him. You examine him from the tips of his dirty white chucks, to his frazzled hairdo.

"You look like shit," you mutter. He barely pays you mind and that comment was hardly acknowledged. It was like the air had gone a bit stiffer. He was hiding something from you.

"What's going on, Taik?" you worry. He never kept things from you, unless they were hard to bear.

He sets his cup down and holds his hands together. He looks so tired. So solemn.

"Today was total shit," he whispers and runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, yeah, I get that. I wouldn't have known if you had looked a little spiffier," you say, reaching out and gently tucking a curl on his forehead back in place with all the rest of its friends.

"Look, I--..." he says, turning to you, lips parted slightly, and a yearning sensation bubbling from the tips of his fingers as he rests a single hand on you.

There were tough times with the occupancy you both, willingly, chose. The hardest part about it was making friends, or making love, then finding out you have to leave it behind for a new location the next morning.

"I have to leave... for Sydney..." he says, reaching to gently take your cheek into the palm of his hand.

"When?" you manage, though you were clearly becoming upset.

"In a few weeks. Thor is waiting for me," he sighs, barely able to look at you while his thumb rubbed your ample cheek.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says, tilting your head up just the slightest bit. "And I don't want to stop loving you."

Your eyes search his for a moment, wide and a bit confused.

"I thought you said we were just a fling with--"

He cuts you off, "A fling with benefits. I know..." he sighs again, "but every time I find myself waiting for you to call on a shitty day, each time you rest your head on my shoulder, all the times you smile at me and tease me, I find myself falling... more in love with you." He has to pause to breathe.

It's so quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"What happens if I love you too...?" you muster your courage, and look right into his expressive, brown eyes.

"I don't know," he says to you, thumb still rubbing circles.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" you breathe, and he nods.

Still as statues, you wait for words to touch the air. It's only when his foot makes a wrong move and knocks over his snow cone, does the tension break.

His bottom lip pouts for him again and you quietly pick his spoon up off the ground. You clean it on your shirt and hand it to him, all before taking your cup, and holding it out to share. He smiles down at you, taking his spoon from your hand and sticking it into the shaved ice.

Your head leans against his shoulder when the sun disappears behind the mall building.

"I love you too," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, sucking at the tip of his spoon.

"Think we can keep this up over the phone?" you ask, wondering about a brief virtual relationship, just until one of you catches a break.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" he says, lowering his spoon, wrapping his arm around you, and giving you his full attention.

#taika waititi #taika waititi x reader #fanfiction #taika waititi imagine #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi x you #taika waititi/you #fluffy

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helloalycia · 3 years

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alex WILL kick my arse // supergirl

summary: you learn that being supergirl's doctor came with its challenges

warning/s: none.

author's note: i’m lowkey posting a bunch of stuff that i posted on my wattpad a while ago lol

masterlist | wattpad

I was sat in the medical unit of the DEO, reading through some medical reports from the past few months. I had just transferred from the DEO's desert facility, where I was one of the doctors there to help with any of the agents' injuries. After a long time there, I decided to transfer here when there was an opening for the lead doctor.

I thought it would be best to settle in by having a look at what severe cases had been dealt with recently. It was usually the same stuff – agents injured on field missions. Bullet wounds, broken bones, sprained muscles, thankfully nothing too severe. There hadn't been many major alien attacks which meant less risky field operations.

I was pulled from the reports when the red alarm light began to flash for a few seconds, accompanied by a siren, before turning off.

"Agent Y/L/N, Supergirl is incoming with J'onn," my radio went off – it was Director Danvers. "She's had a solar flare and got a gunshot wound."

I recalled what a solar flare was from research I'd done in Supergirl's medical records. That was something I prioritised when coming here, since we didn't have Supergirl at the other facility.

"I'm prepping a bed and equipment now," I replied through the radio, before hurrying to do that. J'onn could literally fly, he'd be here any minute.

With the help of some nurses who were around, I prepped a bed and had the solar energy panels on standby for when/if her powers came back sooner than we thought. I had the tools ready to bandage up her gunshot wound temporarily when both heroes appeared beside me.

J'onn was stood there, holding Supergirl bridal style and lowering her onto the bed.

"Still getting used to that," I mumbled, surprised at how he just sped in here.

"I said I'm– agh, I'm fine," Supergirl complained, clutching her bloody wound and trying to sit up. "My powers will come back."

I stepped by her bedside and pushed her back down gently, moving closer to inspect her wound. "Please stay still for a second."

"Listen to the doctor," J'onn teased to lighten the mood.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and stayed still. I removed her hand and noticed it was covered in blood.

"Can somebody come clean this up?" I called out to one of the nurses, motioning to her hand.

One of the nurses did as I asked as I took a look at her wound. The bullet was still in there by the looks of it.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to overwork yourself?!" Director Danvers' voice called out as she walked in.

She was glaring at Supergirl, though the worry in her eyes was evident as she took in the hero's appearance.

"It's barely a scratch, Alex, it'll heal," Supergirl said dismissively, but as I cleaned up the blood with a cloth, I saw her clench her jaw a little.

"You need to be careful, you're not indestructible," Alex reminded her, before looking to J'onn. "Can you believe her?"

J'onn chuckled. "I'll leave you both to it. I should get back." He glanced at me. "Good luck."

I nodded his way, offering a small smile as he walked away.

"As fun as it is watching you both glare at each other, I do need to remove the bullet," I spoke up, interrupting both girls' staring contest.

"Go for it," Supergirl said, her eyes meeting mine.

"With anaesthetic," Alex added, shooting another glare towards the blonde.

"I don't need anaesthetic," Supergirl countered with an eye-roll and scoff.

"You're human for the time being, remember?" Alex reminded her before looking to me. "Anaesthetic, please."

I bit my lower lip as they erupted into another argument about how I should proceed. I didn't know either of them well enough to cut in, so I stood there awkwardly, trying to stop the blood loss and planning out how I could temporarily bandage her up so it could heal itself when she gets her powers back.

"I have to go," Alex finally said, pulling me back into reality. "I have to check on the bank robbery." She didn't seem too happy leaving Supergirl here, but she gave her a knowing look before looking to me. "Please make sure she stays put?"

"You got it, Director," I said with a playful salute. How hard could it be to keep her here?

Alex gave Supergirl one last warning look before leaving us be. I looked to the blonde who was finally breathing out, letting her guard down a little now that it was just us.

"The anaesthetic will make it bearable, just so I can remove the bullet," I spoke, causing her to open her eyes and look at me. "I'm just gonna bandage you up temporarily and you'll heal yourself when you get your powers back. Shouldn't be more than a few days, according to your medical history."

She swallowed hard before shaking her head. "I've been through much worse. It's okay. Just remove it and bandage me up. The sooner I'm out of here, the better."

I was ready to argue, but she gave me a convincing look and I couldn't help but give in.

"Fine, but you stay here and rest," I reasoned, to which she gave me a small, cute smile.

I got to work and surprisingly, she managed. It went well and I managed to bandage her up quite quickly, though it did mean I had to cut into her suit a little. Better safe than sorry though.

"Okay, you're all done," I said, patting her arm supportively, before packing away the gauze. "I'm gonna go get you some water and then you should take it easy, stay here maybe until you get your powers back. That alright?"

She gave me a thumbs up and a promising smile. "You got it, doc."

I was fairly confident that she would listen to me, since she seemed polite and was a trooper throughout the whole thing. However, I soon realised how naive I had been when I returned and her bed was empty.

I facepalmed and shook my head, realising she'd definitely played along the whole time.

The first thing I did was look around the DEO, asking around if anyone had seen Supergirl. I eventually followed the commotion coming from the main hall and spotted both Supergirl and Director Danvers having an argument.

"...stay and rest! You can't keep ignoring simple instructions, Kara!" Alex shouted around her.

Supergirl rolled her eyes and continued to look at the tablet in her hand. I approached the two and cleared my throat loudly to get the blonde's attention.

When she noticed me, she gave me a sheepish smile. "Doctor Y/L/N. Heeeeeeey."

"One job, literally," Alex mumbled, giving me a knowing look, before storming off.

I breathed out and glared at Supergirl. "Are you serious? I asked you to stay put!"

She straightened up and spread her arms out for emphasis. "But I'm fine! See? Nothing hurts, I'm walking, it's all good! Job well done, I must say. You're new, right? Well, I know why you got the job!"

She avoided my glare as she walked around me to get to the other side of the desk.

"You've heard of the term 'first impressions count', haven't you?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me a knowing look. "C'mon. You can't hate me for this."

I sighed. "I've got work to do. Call me if you tear your stitches."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned around and began to leave.

"I'm not gonna tear them!" I heard her call out from behind me, but I didn't care. I wasn't her parent, she could do what she wanted.

I wish I'd known I was dealing with a stubborn Super before accepting this job though.

–

"What a surprise," I said sarcastically.

A few hours later, I'd been called into one of the medical rooms because apparently, Supergirl had collapsed from blood loss and tore her stitches. Shocker.

"Is she going to be okay?" Alex asked as I got to work for the second time that day.

"Yeah, if she decides to listen to me this time," I said, sighing. "Is she always this stubborn?"

Alex clenched her jaw. "Unfortunately, yes... you think you can keep her here next time?"

"I'll give it my best shot," I promised her. "I'll call you when she's up?"

Alex nodded, patting me on the shoulder. "Thanks."

She left me to do my thing and this time I did things my way, the right way, with anaesthetic and IV fluid. I managed to sort out Supergirl's mess before going back to my office to fill out some more paperwork.

Some time passed when I found myself going back to check on Supergirl and see if she was awake. I was cleaning up a little around her side table when I heard her stir awake. She seemed confused at first, as she looked around and saw the tube coming from her arm. Eventually, realisation set in and she sank into her pillow.

I decided to stay quiet as I finished up, about to leave, but she stopped me.

"Wait," she called out. I paused as she continued, "I'm sorry."

I turned around and waited, watching as, unlike before, she wasn't joking or being unserious.

"I should have stayed put before. And listened to you. I didn't mean to offend you or come across as rude," she continued genuinely.

I crossed my arms and straightened up. "Well, Supergirl–"

"Kara," she interrupted. "It's Kara."

I nodded. "Okay, Kara. Yes, you probably should have listened. I redid your stitches and I'm asking you to stay put again. You're human for now and you need to act like one."

"You're right," she agreed, breathing out. "Sorry."

I realised that she seemed to mean it and at the end of the day, I was her doctor, so I couldn't hold a grudge. Instead, I went to her bedside and checked her monitors to see how she was doing.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing at her.

"Tired. Achey. But better than before."

"That'll be the meds kicking in," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I did have to get in there twice."

Her cheeks went pink as she smiled with embarrassment. "I'm not used to being so..."

"Fragile?" I finished for her.

"Exactly," she said, nodding. "I'm not used to it and staying put isn't exactly my forte."

"I could tell," I joked, making her laugh a little. She had a nice laugh.

"About that first impressions thing..." she began, blue eyes holding mine nervously.

"It's nice to meet you for the first time, Kara," I said, holding out my hand. "I'm Y/N. Your doctor."

She cracked a smile, realising what I was doing. She shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you, too, Y/N."

"Okay, I should go and get Alex," I said, backing up to leave. "Now please don't leave because Alex will kick my arse if you're not here when she comes back."

She laughed again. "I promise I'll be here when you return."

"Fingers crossed you're not playing me again," I mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

Her laughter seemed to follow me out the room, leaving me smiling to myself.

#supergirl imagine #supergirl x reader #kara danvers x you #kara danvers imagines #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #melissa benoist

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hentaimommi · 3 years

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ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ | ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ (x fem reader)

Summary: The "underground" ran gangs were no joke. It was all fun and games until Eren wanted coke.

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol use, smoking, violence, and death. seduction and smut

[A/N]: I'm not back but heres a draftt

unedited sorry for any mistakes xx

[N E R V O U S]

"Armin I'm serious, it'll be cool." Eren spoke calmly, discarding the rapper for his gum into the garbage. Armin twisted his thumbs together, tapping his foot. Eren had asked him to retrieve some so called 'package' from his dealer. He wasn't forcing it upon him, rather, calling in a favor. His reasoning had been 'I'll be busy with Mikasa.' Yet neither of them disclosed exactly why they'd be busy. Armin had never been the the underground part of the Shiganshina city. All he knew was it wasn't actually underground.

"I can do it, I guess." He sat back, crossing his legs. Eren smiled, opening the black drawer up below the table. Within it was illegal substances along with stacks of cash. Armin peaked over the edge, peering into it. The white of Eren's palm clasped over a band, sitting it onto the glass that had been separating both of them. "Just give him the band and take the package. In and out." The blonde swallowed dryly, reaching across the table. The stack was heavy, easily one thousand dollars. "Leave now and be back by eleven. If you run into trouble, call me."

His slender figure stood, nimble and sweaty fingers caressing through his blonde locks. Eren gave him a nod of confirmation as he began walking toward the door. His brain ran a million miles a second. He could die, or worse, get caught. The black sneakers he had on squeaked the marble floor as he exited the apartment building. The streets were slightly coated with fog, a byproduct of the earlier rain. Sweat began beading up on the back of his neck. He'd never broken a law; not a serious one anyways. Sure, he'd manipulated rules and broken them too. Yet, never this.

The car drive was long, music slowly blasting through the radio of his new BMW. Armin prioritized self establishment, meaning he had worked for and bought the car himself. It was his prized position; now running the streets of the underground. Pedestrians turned their heads to him, often seeing mothers chasing after their children who were out to play in the puddles. He almost felt bad for the people who lived here. As he drove on, though, the bar sign he was meant to go into flashed brightly.

"OPEN FOR BUSINESS"

All he wanted to do was turn around. Eren was his best friend, but he'd surely understand why. Even so, he got up and out of the jet black vehicle. His shoes made loud thunks against the puddles, making him cringe. Swiftly he pocketed his keys and walked toward the bar. Upon entering, the smell of Tito's and cigars singed his nose hairs. He xhexked his pocket once more for the band, finding it safely resting in the polyester.

His ocean blue eyes peeked every corner of the bar until finding what Eren had described when offering this job to him. A person in a coat, hat, and sunglasses. How cliche. The bar tender was sure to notice this, although he didn't believe they would care much. His footsteps were heavy walking over to the person, each drop of sweat being heavier than the last. "H-Hello, are you, uh-" He checked the paper once more to clarify the name, "Snake?"

"I am." A cool, yet high pitched voice swallowed him whole. He watched as you removed your coat, hat, and sunglasses. The turtle neck you had on perfectly covered how obviously large your chest was, him hoping you didn't notice how he had looked. You tapped the cigarette out on the ash trey side, then picked up your half glass of liquor. "So, you're Eren?" You asked, taking a sip of the drink. It burned, but you wouldn't let it show.

"No, uh, I'm his friend. A-Armin. He sent me." His nails scratched at the table finish, making you raise an eyebrow. It was obvious this man was here against his will, perhaps called in on a favor. You felt bad, he wasn't in his element. "I'm (F/N), most call me snake on account of my tattoo. How did you end up here, if I may ask?" He shifted, crossing his legs. "Eren called me in on a favor for him. I've never really done this before, b-but you seem..nice." He could feel the goosebumps racing. Your eyes were piercing, hair perfectly elotted out in front of your beautiful face. You spoke so cool, so calm, like you new everyone was afraid.

"Well Armin, I'll give you a little run down. I'm the leader of a gang around here called Rose. I've cheated, lied, stolen..killed," He shivered, but watched your beautiful orbs travel from the room back to him. "I have a soft spot for people like you; perhaps you in general, you're so..innocent. It's almost enticing how I can smell it on you." A large gulp could be heard, he hadn't expected you to take such a liking to him so quickly. Not a woman like you.

"I-Is that good?" You smiled, chuckling and sitting your empty glass back down hard enough to make him jump. "It's fantastic. Hand the band over." Shakily he did as you told, pulling the thick wad from his pocket and pushing it across the table. You smiled, racking your fingers through the green. Then, you slid the opposing package over to him. "Pure cut ivory, the rich snort this shit. Be safe with it, will yon?" He blushed a bit, then nodding. "Good boy, huh? It's getting dark, would you want me to drive?" He was a little shocked my your question, realizing the brown bag was still out on the counter. He then shoved it into his pocket, replacing the band.

"How would you get home?" He asked, worried. "Honestly I'll just have one of my men come pick me up, no biggie. Wouldn't wanna leave a piece like you out in the cold how would we?" You stood, throwing down a twenty for the waitress. Dusting yourself off, you gave a hand to Armin. He still wasn't sure about you driving, he had only just met you. Your passive comments of attraction gave him comfort, though. He followed you outside as you waved goodbye to the few patrons who still resided in the bar.

"So, which is yours?" You asked, hand referencing the large parking lot. "The black BMW." He answered with a sense of ego, proud of his buy. You smiled. "Sweet, let's go." He gave you the keys, watching carefully as you started the car and pulled out. You seemed to know the streets well as you drove back to the city. He gave you small winded ins on how to get to his place. As you all pulled in, he watched your thighs rub the leather of his seat from your black pencil skirt riding up.

"We're here. I'll call Levi to c-" "NO, no, please come in for a moment. If you wish." Armin blurted aloud, cursing himself for being so forward. You chuckled, taking the keys from the ignition. He guessed you had wanted to when you opened your door, then his door. "Take me home, cutie." He nodded, hands beginning to sweat in pockets. You followed him diligently to his apartment, where he unlocked the door. The place smelled of cinnamon, eyes locking on the gorgeous set up of his place.

It was color coded black and marble, along. with white and brown. It looked expensive and large, too. "You can uh, sit your coat on the rack. I'll make drinks." He sat his own coat on the couch, headed over to the bar. You hung your coat up, trickling your way through the corridor and into the living room. A large flat screen was held above a fire place, two white couches facing the set up. You sat down softly, taking off your shoes and putting them next to the couch arm. "You must bring a lot of women here." You watched as he brought the drinks over, sitting them onto matching coasters. Armin chuckled softly, sitting next to you.

"I've never brought a woman home. I guess I'm not much of a womanizer." He scratched the back of his neck, watching as you picked up the glass. The rim stained with your burgundy lipstick, your tongue seductively wiping away the liquid from your lips. "I beg to differ." He could feel himself getting hard; from the moment you all met to now, you'd been complimenting him. He felt a connection to you, finally taking his chance to make love to someone. Although he had never, he wished it be special, and perhaps this would be.

"I've never met anyone like you, (F/N). I don't even know your last name and yet, you're so enchanting. Forgive me for thinking out loud." He took a sip, sitting the glass back down. "No, it's quite alright. I feel the same for you.." Your hand caressed his leg, trailing up his thigh. He watched, peaking to your thighs which were exposed again. Instantly he became hard, his cock pushing against his pants, begging for you.

In what seemed like an instant, he passionately grabs your face, kissing you softly. His lips were firm, obviously virgin. You held onto his hands with one of your own, the other entangled into his hair. His kiss only became more mature; deeper, if you would. Begging wordlessly. The heat between your legs grew while his cold hand slid up your thigh, contrasting the warm that had been growing for what felt like an lifetime. "I want you." He breathed, hand looping into your hair. "I want you so bad." You smiled, his head softly resting onto your heaving chest. "(F/N) (L/N). You can have me." "Armin Arlert."

After moments of hefty kissing and teasing, you all were back in his bedroom. Dimly lit as all rooms were, he watched your beautiful figure contort in the dark. You sat naked right above his cock, pulsating, precum beading. "Tell me Armin, do you like how I look?" You asked, pushing your clit onto his cock tip. He tensed, grabbing your hips. "I-I do." A sadistic smile returned to your face. "Fucking slut."

He relished the name you'd called him while you sat onto his hardness, hips rolling around. You were so tight, and had such a pretty pussy. He wanted to taste you, perhaps another time. Your body lifted up and down, fucking his cock so hard he felt as if he'd pass out. The snake tattoo you were known fro trailed from your thigh to your stomach, taking up half of the beautiful skin that resided there.

"Your tits are so god damn sexy." His hand pressed agaisnt the plush of your breast, softly caressing your nipple. The aftercare of sex was so beautiful; he'd came inside, but you'd let him rest onto you. He needed it. "You're god damn sexy." You responded as he nuzzled into your arm. "We need to get that coke to Eren, don't forget." You reminded.

"Eren can wait."

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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scydia/McMartin | Scott McCall x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves & anonymous

"This place is…"

Scott can't even think of a word. He just gazes ahead of them in wonder and awe. For miles, all he can see is snow. A thick white blanket of it covering the entire path ahead, the roads, the cobblestoned buildings, the trees—god, even the trees feel like something out of a fairytale, with long, twisting branches that have a dusting of snow themselves. And it's still going, trying to make them part of the scenery, too.

"You'd think you'd never seen snow before," Lydia teases.

"I haven't—not like this! California's snow is nothing compared to this."

Lydia just smiles, a certain fondness in her eyes. She squints up at the sky, her nose wrinkling slightly, their suitcases dragging along through the snow behind them as they continue their way from the ferry port. Something else that Scott is admittedly still in amazement over; he'd never actually been on a ferry before.

It's just a good thing that the snow stopped long enough for them to actually reach Ireland, or else they'd have still been holed up in their cabin, stuck somewhere in the middle of the sea. Not the worst scenario he can think of, to be fair. But he's glad, nonetheless, because this is so much better.

"I don't know," Lydia says. "I think I prefer the warm winters. I'm just hoping that Gran and Nana make their hot chocolate like they used to when I was younger, I'm telling you, it's the best thing ever."

Scott smiles, finally looking at Lydia as they come to a stop outside a two-storey, cobbled house with a gate around the garden. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her nose a pale pink. Snowflakes have clung to her green hat, along the shoulders of her matching green coat, and to her eyelashes. There's a gleam of pure excitement and joy beneath them as she stares at the house.

When she takes a deep breath, it returns like a puff of smoke. Scott gently squeezes her hand and holds it up in his own, bringing her gloved knuckles to his lips.

"You look nervous," he tells her softly.

"A little," Lydia says, nodding. "Only because I haven't been here since I was… nine? And there's so much to tell them. I mean, I know my mom filled them in on pretty much everything, but still."

Scott nods as well, saying, "I know. It's a lot. But it'll be okay."

"Yeah, of course," Lydia agrees. Her smile seems a little more confident as she gives another nod.

They walk through the gate, into the garden that Scott's now seeing is teeming with things; empty plant pots, kids toys, an overturned bicycle. Even the stones of the house are more interesting than he had initially realized, with bright murals painted across the whole front of the house.

As soon as they enter the house, the door closing behind them, they're hit with unexplainable warmth. And the shouting and giggling of kids that whiz past them, nearly knocking them off their feet.

"I forgot how loud it gets here," Lydia says, but she's laughing. Scott can see it in her eyes as she looks around the entrance hall, beautifully decorated with lengths of tinsel, and handcrafted baubles hanging from the ceiling.

Framed pictures line the walls up the stairs as far as he can. The closest one, hanging by the bottom of the stairs, has a familiar little girl, giving her biggest smile to the camera beside a young woman with a striking resemblance.

"Is this you?" Scott asks, his smile wide.

Lydia looks at the photo. "Oh god, yeah. I think that was when I was, like… six? I came up here every Christmas and New Year before my parents divorced. That's my gran."

"You look like her," Scott tells her, and he can hear the joyful skip of heart, hear it in her proud little hum of agreement.

"Well, maybe without some of the grey hair," a voice says from behind them.

They both turn around, and Lydia's face lights up. She's already squealing and dropping her suitcase and Scott's hand.

"Gran!" Lydia practically flies at her, hugging her tightly.

Her gran laughs, caught by surprise but only for a second, wrapping her up in her arms. "I've missed you too, Ariel!"

"Haven't heard that name in a while," someone else says, with a distinctively more Irish accent, but still holding the same fond, overjoyed tone.

Scott looks at the woman who appears at their side from the room behind Lydia and her gran. He recognizes her instantly from all the photos.

Maddy places a hand on Lorraine's shoulder as she and Lydia pull apart. Lydia looks on the verge of tears as she buries herself into Maddy's open embrace as well for a second, both laughing now.

"And you…" Lorraine looks over Scott with a smile and a gleam in her eyes. A certain kind of knowing. "... You're Scott McCall."

Scott returns her smile and nods. "I am. I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Martin."

"Yeah, I know a thing or two about you as well," Lorraine tells him, and he knows.

He knows she isn't just talking about him and Lydia being together, but about everything. The deadpool. She knew who he was and what he was going to be before he even hit ten.

For a moment, his worries from the ferry come back. Not all supernatural creatures are a fan of each other, and with the destruction that werewolves have a history of causing, banshees can't be that fond of them. And especially with everything that's happened to Lydia.

But then her smile grows and she says, "I'm glad to finally meet you! And, please, call me Lorraine. This is my wife, Maddy."

"So, this is the little wolf that got your heart, huh?" Maddy jokes to Lydia, an arm around her shoulders.

Lydia looks at Scott. She bites her bottom lip through her smile, and her eyes are saying everything.

She nods and softly says, "Yeah. He is."

"Then you're more than welcome here," Lorraine says.

Relief starts to lift the weight off of Scott's shoulders and chest. The warm, welcoming atmosphere is hard to resist, and he's already feeling at home.

Lydia was right. The hot chocolate is one of the best things he's ever had. Creamy and overflowing with marshmallows with a candy cane to stir it around. Not to mention the plate of cookies. He has never had a gingerbread man that tastes this good.

It's already dark outside, the sun having set an hour or two after they arrived. They already changed into warmer, more comfortable clothes, and settled in front of the fireplace in the living room to get rid of the chill from the snow. Lorraine and Maddy insisted. Didn't want them getting sick, and ignoring their protests about not being able to actually get sick.

"Your cousins don't look like they're having a good time," Scott comments quietly, watching the half-asleep couple sitting in the corner.

"They have five kids, all under the age of ten," Lydia replies. "I think the only thing they can feel right now is exhausted."

Scott snorts. He looks around the room. He's met nearly everyone on this side of the family by now. Every cousin, second cousin, aunts, uncles. The kids that Lorraine and Maddy took in have been especially eager to meet him.

His attention is drawn back to the little boy sitting cross-legged in front of him. He's only nine.

Scott wasn't expecting it when Lorraine and Maddy told him that around ten years ago, another banshee had found them. She was only nineteen and had no one and no idea what was going on with her. They took her in, Lorraine helped her. And from then, it's like their home was its own supernatural beacon, but for kids who had nowhere else to go.

Sean, the little boy currently sneaking another gingerbread man from the plate, is a werewolf. His family, his pack, were hunted down when he was four. Lorraine felt it coming. She and Maddy found Sean.

There's a little yelp and Sean clutches his hand. Scott catches a glimpse of tiny claws where nails should be.

"Can I…?" he asks, holding out a hand.

Sean hesitates, but he glances at Lydia, who smiles and nods encouragingly, then back at Scott. He slowly gives him his hand, palm up.

"I don't know how to control it…" Sean mutters, looking down sheepishly.

Scott inspects where the small trickle of blood is coming from. Three little lines where his claws accidentally caught his skin in passing.

Shaking his head, Scott speaks gently, and draws on the pain in Sean's hand. "It's okay. You're still learning."

"Yeah, it's actually harder for born wolves," Lydia chimes in, nodding convincingly when Sean lifts his eyes to her with curiosity. "You'd think it was the other way around, but one of our friends—he was born a werewolf."

"And he didn't learn until he was sixteen," Scott tells him. "It just takes time."

"And knowing what keeps you grounded," Lydia adds. "Your anchor."

Sean looks at Scott. "Do you have an anchor?"

Scott nods. "I do. I had to learn to let me be my own anchor, but when that doesn't work for me, I focus on all the people I love. My mom, my best friend, my pack."

He glances at Lydia only to find her already gazing at him with the softest smile, her cheek leaning against her shoulder. She places a kiss to his shoulder, her hand resting on her arm for a second.

"You just need to find something that makes you feel more in control," Scott finishes, turning back to Sean. "Even if it's an emotion."

Sean nods slowly. His expression is one of deep thought, trying to work to figure out what his own anchor could be.

"Now, you should go clean this up," Scott says. "Just run it under warm water with some soap, okay? It might sting a little, but just ask Lorraine or Maddy if they have any antibiotic cream, and then put a bandage on it."

"Are you a doctor?" Sean asks.

"No," Scott can't help but grin as he says, "I'm just a vet."

That answer only seems to confuse Sean. But he gets up and hurries off to go do what Scott instructed.

When Scott turns back, Lydia's still watching him. She has this look on her face, a thoughtful glaze in her eyes and a certain kind of smile that he can't read.

Chuckling, Scott asks, "What is it?"

She lets a beat pass. She shakes her head, takes a slow breath in, then looks over at the window instead.

"It's still snowing. Do you wanna sit in the garden? There's a nice bench out back."

Scott's eyebrows furrow a little, but he stands with her, following her to the back door from the kitchen. Stepping outside is like what he'd imagine stepping into a walk-in freezer would feel like.

But the cold biting at his skin is unimportant. The awe hits him all over again as he takes in the sight of the garden, feeling like he just stepped into a fairytale instead. Everywhere he looks, everything is white and sparkling. From the entire ground, to the gazebo at the end of the garden.

Somehow, in amidst it all, there are flowers. Whole roses and everything, snow dusting across their dark red petals.

"This is…" Scott breathes out, his eyes wide, "... I don't even know what this is. This place doesn't feel real."

Lydia laughs gently. She wraps her arms around her and nods, looking around as the snow falls around them.

"Yeah, it does feel kind of… magical."

"We could actually make a snowman," Scott continues. "Or have a real snowball fight. Are snow angels things that people actually do?"

Lydia's eyebrows are raised when he looks back at her, and she's shaking her head. But she's got a smile that stretches to the corners of her eyes and he can feel emotions radiating off of her.

"You are so dorky." She moves closer, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "And I love you."

Scott smiles. His voice is soft and giving away all of the fondness he feels for her when he says, "And I love you."

She leans in, her head tilting. Her lips are soft against his. He pulls her a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. The cold and even the snow is easier to ignore.

Lydia pulls back, her hands lingering on his shoulders. Scott doesn't let go at all.

"I'm really glad you're here with me," Lydia tells him. "And my whole family now loves you, so that's a nice bonus. I think you even made a friend."

Scott grins, shrugging. "Your family is great, and I am… beyond relieved that they like me. And, I think with Sean, it's a werewolf thing."

"Oh, no." Lydia shakes her head firmly. "Maybe that's a small part of it, the whole Alpha thing and all, but all of the kids in there love you."

They pull apart. Lydia sits down on the bench. Scott follows, and can't help but start piling the snow from the arm of the bench into a ball in his hand.

"You were amazing with Sean," Lydia comments, glancing at him. She's doing the same thing with the snow on her side.

Scott shrugs again. "I just told him the same as I told Liam. And Alec. It's how I wish I could have been introduced to all of this. With someone reassuring me that it would be okay."

Lydia nods in a shared understanding. Neither of their starts in the supernatural word were exactly pleasant or comforting. Scott's only sorry that Lydia was brought into it the way she was.

She rests a hand on top of his, curling her fingers beneath his palm. She squeezes gently.

He knows that she can tell what he's thinking. Sometimes he worries that banshees have the ability to read minds as well. But the look she gives him and her hand there with his draws his thoughts away from the past. Everything is okay. It's better than okay.

"It's amazing what your gran and nana have done, though," Scott says. "Taking in supernatural kids who have nowhere else to go."

"Yeah, it's like a little foster home, but… for werewolves, banshees, and everything else," Lydia jokes, but her smile is sincere. "It's a really good thing they're doing. The kids are so happy here."

"I can see why," Scott says, gazing back out across the garden. The snow has the sky practically glowing, in no way looking like it's dark enough to be night.

There's a slight pressure against his hand from Lydia's fingers, moving slowly.

"Do you… do you think that's something you'd ever want to do?" Lydia asks, careful with her words.

Scott looks back at her. She's watching him again, with curious eyes. His heart drops many beats.

"Wait, are you—?" he starts to ask, but Lydia's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head.

"No!" she hastens to answer. "No, I'm not! I just meant… you know, in general, is it—is it something that you can see for the future? Not necessarily the foster home part, but… you know."

She chews her bottom lip. Scott takes it in, letting the question process. After a moment, a smile curves the corners of his mouth up.

"Imagine, the first werewolf-banshee hybrid," he says.

"That can't have been done before," Lydia agrees, a laugh to her voice. "I wonder if one side would skip them, or if we'd be creating a whole new species."

Scott actually does laugh now, and Lydia joins him. His stomach is buzzing with butterflies or bees, he can't tell.

When they both go quiet, Scott slowly nods. He lifts his eyes to meet Lydia's.

"I like the sound of that," he says softly. "Whether it be a werewolf-banshee hybrid, or even an orphaned werewolf with nobody else… yeah. It's something I see for the future."

Lydia takes in a deep breath. She presses her lips together as her smile threatens to take over her entire face. She just nods, and breathes out slowly.

"Good to know," she says. "I do too, for the record."

"Okay, that's great," Scott says, grinning from ear to ear.

Lydia hums in agreement. Then the ball of snow that she'd been forming hits him square in the chest.

It's safe to say that it is freezing. The snow instantly seeps through his Christmas jumper, melting into his skin. He gasps while Lydia laughs behind her hands, hee eyes wide.

"You said you wanted a snowball fight…" she reminds him.

Scott nods. "You're absolutely right. I did."

The ball of snow in his own hand hits Lydia. She gasps, snow sticking to her jumper as well now.

"Oh my god, so cold!" she exclaims. "Why is that so cold?!"

"Because it's real snow," Scott says, his excitement quickly returning.

Lydia looks at him, her eyes narrowing. A familiar, competitive smirk forms on both their faces.

"Game on," she says.

Next second, they're trying to dodge out of the other's way, snowballs flying across the garden. There are gasps and shouts and laughter when they successfully land a shot.

Maybe it's a little unfair that Scott taps into his heightened abilities to move faster. But the advantage doesn't stop Lydia from managing to sneak up on him and tackle him into the snow. It's so deep that they sink a few inches into it, laughing until their sides and faces ache, and neither of them actually win, both claiming they did. But they end up just lying there in the freezing snow, curled into each other, staring up at the night sky.

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #scydia #mcmartin #scott mccall #lydia martin #scott x lydia #lydia x scott #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#wonderdoves #OKAY SO I LOVED WRITING THIS #you really let me just go for it with that prompt damn I love that thank you #and scott and lydia are like one of my favourite otps for teen wolf so once again THANK YOU so much for allowing to let them be soft #hope that you enjoy!!#also if any rarepairs are late at all over the next twelve days... no they aren't you can't see that

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