#and i had too much stuff to carry in my arms so the cashier asked if i wanted a bag

[noperopesaredope]

People be out here saying "don't get the free plastic bags from the store, just buy reusable ones!" as though my parents haven't been using the same 10 free plastic bags for the past seven years.

Most things are reusable if you have enough determination.

This is a shitpost I support environmentalism and also people who need disposable shit for health reasons I just thought this was funny please don't hate me-

[kairiscorner]

potential request: The reader has been dating Miles for a while and after having a particularly rough day, then being comforted by Miles, decides to thank Rio for raising such a lovely son and just expressing how grateful they are to call Miles their partner.

E-42!Miles and Rio would be preferred since I feel like that version of Rio, would appreciate the sentiment more (due to being more stressed as an overworked single mom). Although E-1610!Miles and Rio would work too.

aww, i love that idea <:)) i hope you like this anon, fuck, i truly love this what 😭😭💖💖💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he was definitely raised right. – miles 42 x reader

art creds: @1_0T0R on twt !!

as you two were heading home for the weekend, miles didn't move his arm away from your shoulders–not one bit. he stayed there, holding you close to him, and letting you lean against his shoulder as you two listened to the playlist you both made together. today wasn't very good, it was okay but... it was tiring, uneventful, and it felt like it was dragging on longer than it should've. luckily, your boyfriend miles had caught on to your not so happy attitude and wanted to fix that the best he could.

he helped you out with your homework assigned today so all weekend-long, you'd be clear of work. he also carried your bag and books for you, even though you told him he didn't have to–he insisted; and when miles gonzalo morales insists on doing something, he'll go through with it and do it. as you two got off the bus and headed down towards his neighborhood, he offered to get you your favorite drink at a local bodega you guys frequent whenever you visit him. he let you look around for a bit, let you choose what you wanted to drink this time. you hesitated because the drink you wanted to get this time around was a little pricey and you didn't have much cash on you after the bus ride.

miles noticed your hesitation and asked you if you wanted it, with you saying yes, but putting it back on the shelf because it was too expensive. "nonsense." he said as he took the drink and walked up to the register with the snacks you two were going to share. you tried to take the drink away from miles and put it back on the shelf, but miles insisted to you, yet again, that he wanted to buy you that drink. "please, mi cielo, don't feel bad. as your boyfriend, it's my obligation to do this for you–and besides, it makes you happy, doesn't it?" he asked you with a smile as he thanked the cashier and handed you the drink he bought you on the way out. "if it makes you happy, then i'm already the happiest guy around, mi vida." he said as you gently smiled and took his hand in your free one, clutching the drink he bought you in your other hand as you sipped on it, feeling a lot more lighter and happier than you did earlier today.

you walked with miles, hand-in-hand, all the way back to his place. he carried all your things and the snacks he bought for you all on his own. every time you asked him if you could help, he'd gently reject your offer to help and insist that he's got it–all that matters now is that you're much happier than before. his mother greeted you two by the door, with her kissing miles' cheeks a 'welcome home' and her smiling and wrapping you in a tender hug. as miles went to the kitchen to get you some food that his mom cooked for dinner tonight, you and rio talked all about the events that unfolded between you and miles today. you went on and on to her about how sweet miles had been all day; how he offered to do things for and with you, buy stuff that'd make you happy and comfortable, and just how he'd stay with you all day to keep you happy.

rio smiled widely as you two sat at the dinner table, with you clutching her hand in yours as you spoke. "ay, my mijo's quite the gentleman, isn't he? he takes that after his father." rio said with a soft voice as she looked down at her hand being clutched by your own. she reminisced the happier, simpler times when miles' father was still around–when he and miles would be each other's allies when nobody else would be there for them, save for her and uncle aaron. she knows that miles still misses him like she does everyday, but to know that miles turned to be a very good, sweet, caring kid despite everything that's happened to them... it's enough to keep her heart warm.

you smiled as rio lifted her head up to face you, with slight tears in her eyes. "i guess so, but, mrs. morales... i think miles is this way because of you raising him right. and for that... thank you. thank you so much that you raised him to be the most loving, caring boy i know. no one can hold a candle to the love miles gives me and his friends, nobody is as caring as he is. i hope you know just how much he cares about you, as well, mrs. morales; not a day goes by without him worrying about you and thinking of calling you to say hi, tell him how he's doing." you said with a broad smile on your face as rio's smile fades; her mouth slightly agape as a few drops of tears fell from her eyes. you scrambled to get her a tissue from your pocket, since she hadn't wiped them away yet; oblivious to the sensation of her own falling tears at your sentimental words. "oh, no! no, no, i-it's okay, dear." she said with a smile as she wiped her tears away, sniffling the remaining ones back as her smile returned.

"i'm so glad... i'm just so glad. thank you..." she muttered as the tears came back again, but she wiped them yet again with a small chuckle as you grinned at her, sharing her happiness in that small moment when rio realized all her efforts, hard work, and everything she's ever done for her boy had paid off more than she expected it to. as miles came back with the dinner now served for all three of you, you let go of rio's hand as she nodded at you, thanking you for your assurance to her that she was doing a good job as a mother, and wrapped miles in a big hug. he was embarrassed at first since you were here, but as rio murmured to miles that she's glad the little boy she's cared for never left and remained as humble and gentle as ever, miles returned the hug and held his mother tightly.

you gazed upon the two with sheer adoration in your eyes, loving how even though this family had experienced a tragedy, how miles experienced a tragedy in his life... you were still loved wholeheartedly and endlessly by this boy, who always put those he loved first and would go beyond any and everything just to see them all smile and be happy.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @euphovlq @q2ie @zalayni @conitagray @anikaluv

[bedoballoons]

Sjsksk omg I love your writing so bad and I'm so happy so I can request as much then😭 if so can I maybe get rich)wealthy reader that like buys the characters anything they want or look at spoiling them with everything until the charactersstarted thinking of blind folding there eyes so they don't buy the whole store maybe scaramouhe/wanderer,kazuha,xiao,cyno and tighnari

Ahhhh thank you!! Absolutely!! Thank you for your request!

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~You spoiling them~

(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, and Scaramouche!)

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Tighnari:

You watched Tighnari carefully, a playful smile on your face as you noticed every single thing he had touched or mentioned in the shop, taking a mental note to buy him every single one. You couldn't help it, he was so sweet and cute, he took care of everyone, especially you. He deserved to be spoiled, even if he didn't think so.

"Why is your bag so full? We haven't even even made it half way through the shop yet..." Tighnari asked, his eyes trained on you and your now almost overflowing bag of items, all of which were actually for him. "Just saw alot of stuff that looked useful...you can't blame me, you seemed to have seen a few things you wanted too..." You said sneakily, doing your very best to act normal and not give yourself away.

He saw right through you, crossing his arms as he responded to your madness, "How many times to I have to tell you, you don't have to buy me things. I don't really need any of them and it's better to save your funds to use on yourself." You chuckled, walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I have more fun when my mora is spent on you and I like knowing you have everything you want."

He rolled his eyes, looking at your bag again before shaking his head and turning back around to continue shopping, "Next time you're not allowed to come with me unless your wallet is left at home or you're blindfolded."

Kazuha:

You lifted your bag, groaning slightly at how heavy it now seemed, it was so full it looked like it could blow up at any given moment and you couldn't help but worry that the straps might actually break on you. I'm reality none of it was for you, it was all for your boyfriend, the man you consider to be the most goregous, most perfect person in the world. The one who should be bought everything he could ever wish for like a prince.

"Oh my...do you need assistance? That looks really heavy, let me carry it for you." Kazuha smiled slightly as he walked over to you, taking the bag from you before you could protest and peeking into it, his face turning a light shade of pink when he realized all of them where things he had mentioned. "...did you get all of these for me? You don't have too...I appreciate them and the thought but surely you should spend the mora on items for you instead."

You shook your head, a smile finding its way on your face as you looked away, feeling slightly mischievous. "I did get them for you, I can't help it, I love spoiling you and I have the mora. It makes me so happy getting you things, treating you like royalty because you deserve it all. Plus as long as I get a poem or two in return...I'll be even happier."

His blush deepened as he sighed, he leaned in close to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, "I'll tell you as many poems as you would like, after all you're a inspiration to me, a never ending trove of ideas and wonderful feelings. The fact you enjoy listening so much is a gift and I cherish it." He lifted the bag onto his shoulder, softly grabbing your hand and leading you to the door, making sure to leave before you could by anything else for him.

Wanderer:

(I use the nickname Scara here <3)

Wanderers eyes widened slightly as you lifted your bag onto counter for the cashier to calculate the price for you, having troubles due to how large and heavy it was. "What exactly did you buy? The entire store? Honestly...do you have any self control?" He said, poking fun at the amount of things you had decided to buy and watching the cashier's face in amusement.

You giggled happily, not saying a word as the nice checker started to empty your bag, each and every item being one Scara had touched or mentioned. Sure he didn't always have the best additude, but you loved him all the same and spoiling him, especially without him knowing you were doing so was so much fun.

"...all of those are...oh my...how many times have I told you not to buy me stuff? When will you get it through your thick skull that I don't need mortal possessions?" He sounded annoyed, though just from the small smirk he had, you could tell he secretly enjoyed being spoiled. "You're just to pretty, I have to buy you everything you could want." You joked, watching in satisfaction as his face turned a light shade of pink.

"I'm never shopping with you again."

Xiao:

Xiaos piercing yellow eyes staring at you in disbelief, as if he couldn't wrap his head around the fact you had so many bags already...and how he hadn't noticed sooner that you had gotten so many items. "Do you need help?" He asked, reaching out to grab a bag from you and lighten the load on you, but you quickly backed away shaking your head in response, to which he raised a curious eyebrow to.

"I got it, don't worry!" You said in a attempt to draw away any suspicions, after all...everything you had bought was actually for him and you knew full well he wasn't going to easily accept everything. Before he could say another word you grabbed his hand leading him to the next stall, "All of these beads are beautiful...Xiao you should let me make you another necklace to go with yours. Seen anything you like?" You asked with a big smile, hoping he would say exactly what he wanted like he had a few other times.

He stepped away from you, crossing his arms and sighing in defeat, "I understand now...you've tricked me into saying what I wanted so you could buy it all for me. I don't...have any use for mortal things...your mora should go to things you like." You bit your lip, so much for him not knowing, you silently thought to yourself before quietly saying, "I like you. Isn't that reason enough to buy you things? And! I got things I think you will find useful...even some snacks."

He shook his head, walking towards you and leaning closer so he could take a couple of your bags, your hands feeling so light after carrying the heavy items so long. "Next time we go shopping I'll invite Zhongli, he'll make sure any mora spent will not be on me alone." His voice sounded slightly threatening and you couldn't help but giggle.

"We'll see about that."

Cyno:

You smirked slightly, your basket filled with every TCG card you knew Cyno didn't have and maybe some he did. You knew how much he loved the game, how often he played it and helping him pursue something he liked so much felt important, not to mention it gave you the chance to spoil him a little. You kept your eyes peeled for anything else he'd like, grabbing a joke book even though he didn't need it and a dark purple scarf for when it got cold out.

You were just about to turn the corner to the next section, when suddenly someone wrapped their arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Cyno did you find everything you wanted?" You asked smiling at him sweetly, you already knew by now that he would attempt to pay for his own items, even yours if you weren't careful.

"I thought so, until I saw into your basket, why do you have so many Genius Invokation TCG cards? Has the card mania finally caught up to you? If so your first duel shall be against me, may justice weigh upon your soul...I show no mercy!" He sounded so dramatic towards the end, making you laugh, possibly more than his normal jokes do. "I'm sorry to say it...but I have not joined in on the card mania, these are for you and I got you some other items too. Don't even try paying either." You turned around to face him, watching as his face blushed a slight pink.

"I appreciate the thought but you don't need to buy me things, I'd much rather you spend the mora on yourself. After all you deserve mora then I do." You rolled your eyes at his words, his joke only making you want to buy him the cards more, he truly was funny...even if no one else thought so. "I prefer to spend a bit mora on you than myself, sure you might not need it all but you'll have it in case you ever do and don't even. You deserve the entire world."

"I'm going to place you under arrest if you say that one mora time."

Scaramouche:

You looked down at your large amount of items, you could barely lift the bags anymore and you weren't actually sure how any of the stalls could have anything left at this point. Technically the mora was going to a good cause, all of it being paid to small shops and some being donated...as for the items you got in return....they were all for your...slightly rude boyfriend.

It wasn't your fault that he looked so adorable all blushed and in shock from the amount of things you got for him! Not to mention, even if he said he never used any of it...he actually did more often then not. Everything you bought for him was something he had looked at, touched or said he had wanted at some point so you knew he'd actually like it all too...however carrying the heavy bags was starting to prove difficult.

Your attention left your collection of bags and instead fixated on the short blue haired male not far from you, who was currently looking at what appeared to be some type of soap. You took mental note to check on it later, before calling out to him, "Scaramouche can you help me...I can't carry all of these. Pleeaaaase?" He turned to look at you, groaning in annoyance as he walked in your direction.

"If you didn't want to carry it all...you shouldn't have bought it all." He said, staring down at your bags as if they were the bane of his existence. "What did you even get?" You smiled mischievously at his question making him give you a curious look, one that you had grown to adore. You lifted up the first bag to show him, having some minor troubles since it was seconds away from blowing up and spilling his gifts everywhere. "Just a few things..."

His eyes widened as he took in the view, knowing instantly what you had done and barely knowing how to respond to being bought so many things. His face heating up a bright pink as he took a step away from the bag, almost like it had bitten him. "You...bought all of this for me...again? You have a spending problem and I don't need all of this stuff. Can't you return some of it?"

"Nope! None of it can be returned because half of the proceeds have already been donated and I don't have a spending problem...I just like seeing you blush." You winked at him and he simply rolled his eyes, though you could have sworn his blush deepened ever so slightly.

"Next time you do this, I'm leaving you and your spending problem here...or blindfolding you."

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[cevansbrat0007]

Andy & BiBi: Daddy Daughter Date

Summary: Andy and BiBi have a father daughter date while they run some morning errands. Written for my friend @bunnnyyys Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Bianca Barber and Cookies, Minors DNI

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

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Andy and BiBi were out running errands. It was a kind of father, daughter date of sorts. He’d left early in the morning, and by early, we’re talking about 8:30am. The first thing they’d done was stop by the local diner for breakfast. 

Andy got a booth. And for her, a booster seat. His beautiful, curly haired baby girl sat opposite of him and smiled.

“Date wif my Daddy!” She proudly tells the waitress when she comes over to ask for your drink orders.

“Oh wow.” She’d responded with a smile. “That is just lovely! What can I get you to drink, sweetie? Do you know?”

He watches with a smile as your four-year-old thinks hard. “Milk, pwease.” 

“So small, but so polite. White or chocolate?” 

“Um, um, white. Oh, uh, pwease.” The woman chuckles. Yeah, that was his BiBi. 

“And for you, sir?”

“Coffee and an OJ please. And I think we’re ready to order.” He tells the nice woman who is dutifully writing on her notepad. 

“Bianca, my little love, what would you like?” He already knew the answer, but still. 

“Pancakes!” She exclaims, rocking in her booster seat. “Chocky chip, wif, um, wif bacon. Pwease.” His baby does a little dance. “Chocky chips in my tummy!”

Laughing, all he can do is respond with, “I’ll take a blueberry shortstack, please. Oh, and with sausage. And thank you, Bianca, for remembering your manners. That’s very sweet, honey.”

His baby preens at him. It’s not too long before their drinks arrive, hers in a sippy cup of course, and then breakfast is sat in front of them both. The first thing he does is pick up her plate.

“Daddy!” She reaches towards him looking distressed, her little arms outstretched. “My chocky chips!”

“Shh, BiBi. Daddy is just gonna cut ‘em up for you and put a little syrup on ‘em, okay? No need to get upset.” He tells her with a grin.

“Kay.” She says with a pout. He makes quick work of cutting them up, knowing how much she loved to use a fork and eat on her own. It tended to make for a mess, which is why his wife had sent him off with wet wipes this morning.

“Here you go, baby.” She smiles then. 

“Yummy. Chocky chips in my tummy!” BiBi cheers, raising her fork in happiness. 

Both take their time eating, mostly for her benefit. She was slow, but efficient. “Dis so yummy, Daddy. So yummy. Your booberries yummy, Daddy?”

“Super tasty, baby girl.” He responds to her with a wink.

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After a delicious breakfast, the two of them venture off to Home Depot looking for new door knobs. And lumber. Stuff BiBi didn’t understand, but with a full belly of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, she didn’t seem to care.

She loved when Daddy carried her, which he did the whole time. She dozed on his shoulder as he talked to different associates about this and that. 

Occasionally, she would stroke his face and give him a still slightly syrupy kiss.

It made his heart melt every time.   

“I love you, Bianca Boo.” He tells her as they enter the checkout line. 

“Wuv you too, Daddy. Favorite Daddy.” While in his arms, she reaches into her little purse and pulls out two quarters. “Dis for pancakes.” She tells him before dozing off again. 

“Why, thank you.” Andy laughs and, with a little finagling, manages to put them back in her purse. His baby was nothing if not generous.

The cashier coos at his sleeping philanthropist, noting how adorable she was. 

“Thanks, man. She’s the light of my life. Well, her and her mother.”

Once the purchases are made, he takes her back to the car and fastens into her carseat. 

They had one last stop. And he was pretty sure his sweet baby was going to lose her mind!

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“Where we goin’ now, Daddy?” A still sleepy BiBi asks as Andy removes her from her carseat. 

“You’ll see in a moment, Bibbity Boop. Just trust Daddy.” He carts her into Simone’s Bakery - one of his favorite sweet shoppes.

BiBi takes in the display of pastries, and more importantly the cookies, before her. And then she lets out a gasp, falling backwards over Andy’s big arm. Thank goodness he had a firm hold on his baby.

She was theatrical. 

Just like her mother.

“Daddy!” She grabs his face. “See dah cookies? So many cookies!” His little girl squeals. 

And sure enough, she was right. 

“Alright, kiddo. I’m gonna get one. And you get to pick one. And then you get to pick one for Mama.”

A little hand goes to her head as if stressed. “Only one for dah BiBi? Daddy!”

“Alright.” He playfully grumbles. “You can have two. Just, uh, just don’t tell your mother.”

When the two of you are next in line, one of the ladies at the counter is quick to help. “Hi, I don’t mean to be a pain, but can you tell my little girl here what kind of cookies you have, please?

“Of course.” The matronly woman responds. “If you’d like, I’d love to have her come around back so I could show her. I’m one of the bakers here.”

“Would you like that, Bianca?”

She nods enthusiastically. Andy puts her down and then she’s off. 

“Hi!” She squeaks at the older woman, holding out her little hand - which the lady happily takes. 

“My name is BiBi! And I wuv cookies!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, honey. I’m Evelyn. Let me show you all the cookies, okay?” The older woman beams at her.

Andy laughs at the whole scene. His daughter is in heaven, and the woman, Evelyn is beyond sweet as she shows her each flavor.

When it’s all said and done, he orders a snickerdoodle for himself. And BiBi orders a pink lemonade cookie, as well as a salted chocolate chip. And then she orders a double chocolate fudge for her Mama. 

She munches through the lemonade cookie the whole way home. 

Under the solid promise to never tell her mother that she had chocolate chip pancakes, plus cookies in one morning. 

“Hi, Mama!” She greets you when he pulls her out of the car. “Had dah best date wif Daddy. And, got you cookie too!” 

END

[feralandmoonstruck]

Falling In Love Will Kill You Pt.7

WC: 1784

Taglist: @adie-dee @pheita @kainablue @jezifster @aschlindartroom

After she checked out of the hotel, she wandered aimlessly around town. She bussed where she could in order to visit some of her favorite stores where she purchased clothes she had always wanted but could never afford without dipping into her savings. If I’m dying tonight I might as well make the most of it. Go big or go home, or, well, in my case it’s go big and die.

After shopping she decided to swing by her apartment. The caution tape had been removed and her door had been replaced with a sheet of plywood. Well fuck. Guess that's not an option anymore. She sighed and asked the driver to drop her off at one of the tourist attractions at the edge of town.

"You planning to hike with all those bags?"

She rolled her eyes, glad that he couldn't see her. "Gonna change in the gift shop."

"Alright, whatever you say."

"Thanks for the lift. Have a good one."

"Yeah, you too. Have fun!"

She didn't answer him as she stepped out of the car and back into the sun.

"Hey there," she said to the cashier of the gift shop, "is it cool if I change in the bathroom? I know it's super weird to ask, but I didn't have anywhere else to change and forgot about just wearing the stuff out of the store. If you want, you can even follow me back there."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Thanks sis," she grinned.

The bathroom wasn't much cleaner than one at a gas station, but she changed there anyway. A new dress, sturdy knee high boots, and a leather jacket left her grinning at herself in the bathroom mirror. To complete her new look she added plum lipstick and thick black eyeliner. She shoved her old clothes into a trash can.

"Thanks girl," she called to the cashier as she headed for the door.

"Have a great day!"

Mara waved and left the shop. Her jacket was regrettably too hot to wear so she carried it as she began the long climb up the stairs that led to the top of the cliffs.

By the end of the hike her calves were burning and she was gasping for air. It felt good. She took a seat on the edge of one bench to catch her breath. The sun beat down on her and for a moment she regretted her boots, but it subsided when she looked at them and her heart filled with excitement. I might only have them for a few more hours, but I'm making the most of them.

When she’d caught her breath, she started the shorter hike up to the top of the falls. It wasn’t hard to avoid and ignore the families coming up to stare in awe at the waterfall and the expansive view below them. She stayed back near the treeline. Most people were too busy to even notice her. She settled against the base of one of the trees, facing away from the cliffs and towards the forest. Slowly, the groups of people became more and more infrequent, slowing to a trickle as the sun began its descent in the sky.

Dusk began to fall and Mara pulled her jacket on before slipping deeper into the trees. The park would be closing soon and she didn’t want to be found. It would have been unfair for whichever employee found her body, but she hoped that Cal had the strength to yeet her as far from people as possible.

Caldizaar was suddenly in front of her. She stumbled back with a shout. Her heart immediately kicked up in her chest. Her breath was fast and shallow.

“Are you ready, Tamara?”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself. “No, I’m not ready Cal, I’m just not.”

“You do not seem comfy. I thought we were meeting at your comfy place?”

“It’s- It’s over there,” she pointed behind her to where the falls lay.

“We should go there then. Then you can be comfy and I can Claim you.”

Hot tears burned her eyes as they began to fall. She hadn’t expected to fall apart so quickly, but every step shook as she led them back through the trees. She stopped when they could see out over the cliffs. Caldizaar drew up beside her.

“This is your comfy place?”

Mara’s breath hitch into a sob, “It is. I feel- I feel like I’m un-untouch-able.” She sank to her knees, entirely heedless of the way her dress got pressed into the dirt. She tried to wipe away her tears, but that only made them fall harder.

“You’re beginning to sound like the others.”

“No shit!” she screamed through the tears. Her voice came out thick and raw.

“Stand up,” he said, “We can hug and then you will not remember anything after.”

“No,” she sobbed, “I won’t. I ca, I can’t.”

“Mara, stand up,” Caldizaar repeated. He leaned down and took her arms and began to pick her up. She fought against him, struggling to get away. “You cannot overpower me, Tamara. You can either go in a way that makes you comfy, or you can go here in the dirt. You can choose.”

Mara let herself be lifted until she was standing. She wiped her tears away with a hollow laugh. “You should at least get a chance to see what’s so great about this place.” She gulped down deep breaths of air. “Here, look.” She approached the edge of the cliff and gestured to it. Caldizaar looked down at the trees stretching out into a green blanket beneath them. Mara stepped back just enough to throw her weight in as she pushed him off the ledge.

A moment later he reappeared next to her, his skin flaming once again. “That was fucked up, Tamara,” he growled.

“This whole thing is fucked up! It’s been fucked the entire time!” She threw her arms up, “I don’t even know why you’re killing me! Out of everybody, why was I picked?”

The flames surrounding Caldizaar faded until he looked like his normal, charred self. “You’ll die no matter what.”

“You mean when I’m eighty-something? Or am I sick?”

Caldizaar ran a hand over his face and looked away. “You have no idea how much trouble I’d be in if I told you.”

“You know? You’ve known this whole time and you lied??”

“I did not. I had no idea until today.”

“Are you going to tell me? I’m dying either way, right? I should at least know before you tear out my soul.”

“Mara, I can’t. It is not my place to share that kind of knowledge.”

“It shouldn’t matter then! Nothing you say should matter.”

“I will not tell you, Mara. Stop asking.”

She sucked her teeth, “Tell me or I’m going to jump off this cliff.”

“That is not how you wanted to die. You said you wanted to be comfy.”

“Yeah, well you’re pissing me off. So whatever, right? Doesn’t matter either way.” She stepped towards the edge of the cliff, but Caldizaar grabbed her wrist.

He yanked her away from the edge and wrapped his arms around her. “You die, Mara. You die in six months. A car hits you while you are on your way to work and you do not survive it.” She gave a little gasp, her tears welling up anew. “This is why we do not tell mortals. We take them quickly before their deaths can creep up on them.”

“I don’t want this,” she whispered.

“I cannot explain how many rules I have broken for you. I did not want this either.”

“I guess that means it’s time for me to die then. No use in you getting into more trouble because of me.”

He let her go abruptly and backed away, “That’s- that's. No. I'm not ready for you to die. You can have another day."

"Another day, really? All this shit and you're going to give me another day? Cal, just fuckin kill me. Kill me or don't, but 'one more day' is already becoming hell. I can't see anyone, I can't talk to anyone, I can barely travel, and I'm running out of money fast since I thought I was dying and decided to splurge on a new outfit and can't really go back to work yet." She bumped her fist against her forehead. "Just kill me, Cal. It'll be easier for both of us."

"Fine," he sighed, "I'm not killing you."

"You'll probably get in trouble for that."

"I'm already in trouble," he snapped.

Mara's anger boiled down to a simmer, "So what does that mean for you?"

"I don't know. I don’t think this has ever happened before. Demons do not often break rules. And none as bad as this."

"Huh. I assumed you guys would break rules all the time."

He hissed at her and took another step away. "Those are lies you have heard. We do our jobs, and we do them well."

"And yet here we are."

“Here we are.”

“So now what,” Mara sighed.

“We could see if your home is open yet. You seem to be comfy there as well.”

“Cal, I already told you that you can’t follow me like that.”

“I will simply return to you when you are there.”

“It’s too late to try to go home tonight. Office is closed, so even if they replaced the door I couldn't get in."

"What will you do then?"

She shrugged, "Get another hotel I guess."

"I do not wish to be in the void any longer than I have to."

"We can walk down together. It will probably take me a while to find a hotel, get to it, and get checked in."

Cal looked uncomfortable. "I will wait."

"Here, let's do this. I'll look for a hotel now and get a ride on its way here. They shouldn’t take too much longer for them to get here after we've reached the bottom of the mountain. I'll even find a hotel before we go down. It'll keep you from having to stay in the void any longer than it takes me to get to the hotel and get checked in."

Caldizaar nodded. "That is nice of you."

"Letting me live was pretty nice of you, too." She pulled out her phone and began searching for hotels. There was one nearby that didn't look terrible. From there she opened her ride app and punched in her destination. "Alright Cal, let's head down now. Said the ride is fifteen to twenty minutes away so they should be here not long after we get to the bottom."

[fingfamily-blog-blog]

The Continuing Story

Things, as noted in my most recent posts, have settled in a bit with housing and work. But nothing stays still. This experience is comparable to childhood. The days are long and full of discovery. Everything is new, and patterns which become established are still susceptible to all manner of refinements. For example, my landlord has, on successive days this week, delivered wifi, a tv, and a washing machine. Next, tomorrow hopefully, a refrigerator. These upgrades have made the new house even more comfortable. Also, I'm learning by trial and error. For example, yesterday I went to a recommended grocery in a heavy tropical rain. I didn't have too much to carry home, but my arms were full of my school stuff as well. When I'm out of wifi shot, though, I can't order my Grab car (my Uber). So I asked the cashiers at the store, may I sign onto the wifi, to call for a car? Their answer was a definitive, confounding, "No." I was like, WTF?! So, I walked to a nearby hotel, which I knew was there, and used their free wifi. After I spoke with Alice (my wife) about this problem, she told me to get a SIM card, to have a phone, rather than depending on wifi. I had no idea. So I spoke to Ibu Yusnita (who laughed at me when I called her my "minder") about that, and we're going to buy me a burner phone next week. That should save me some agitation. Yesterday, I was beckoned to Jakarta by the program, for the required Post-Arrival Orientation, one month late. I understand that the circumstances at the US Embassy in the last month have been unusual, but the lateness of this two-day meeting is an indication of the problems I've encountered - and I expect I will continue to deal with - because that's the way these things go. Alice told me to complain. But I just want to make sure I get paid (and recompensed properly for all the receipts I've gathered over these first 5 weeks) and not hassled too much in the process. My personal issues remain petty compared to the continuing repercussions of the Kanjuruhan Stadium riot and disaster in Malang and Jakarta. I spoke with another class of students (adults, PhD candidates) yesterday and one of them shared an especially shocking story (which I am skeptical about, but repeat for what it reveals both about the police and the citizenry). He said that witnesses from the stadium have been beckoned by news agencies to tell their stories, and then when they arrive at their appointments, are taken by the police, and "disappear." The news agencies deny beckoning anybody. I didn't go too far into that story, but it sure shows a marked distrust of the police. And if you've read the recently released book "We Have Tired of Violence," about the life and death of Indonesian lawyer/activist Munir Thalib, you know the military has used this tactic, and others more brazen, before. That it may be the police this time reminds me of the Pete Townshend line, "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss." The two-week investigation, which was initiated after the tragedy, has been moving forward. But I find it hard to believe that 14 days will be enough time to look into the many institutions involved. Even so, action has been taken, according to today's Jakarta Post. "The Soccer Association of Indonesia (PSSI) had earlier banned the Arema FC organizing committee chief and a security officer from soccer for life." And three police officers are facing charges, as are the head of the Organizing Committee and the Chief Security Officer of the Arema FC. So the fall guys are in place. The question remains whether the population will be satisfied with these heads, or if they will expect more. I asked my students if they thought that further popular unrest was possible, and the answer was indeterminate. I think everybody senses that this is not over and that grief can turn to anger at any point - because so many innocent people died. The number I've seen throughout the week was 187. But the banners around town (and I'm seeing those banners spring up everywhere now, not just around campus) are saying 200+. Also 300 people were injured. That's 500 casualties at a soccer match. Again from the Jakarta Post, the police are saying they shot the tear gas canisters to keep more people from taking the field (which I posit is not a good reason, considering how many people were already on the field) and that 11 officers shot a total of 11 canisters. Two police officers were killed, but many more are accused of refusing to help those who were injured. The Chief of Police in Malang has lost his job already. Nine officers have been suspended, and 19 are under investigation. The nation's professional soccer league remains suspended at least until the end of the investigation. And, although I'm no fan of FIFA, they will have some say about punishment, because they ban the use of tear gas or firearms at any stadium where they sponsor events. Indonesia was set to host a FIFA under-20 World competition in 2023. That may not happen. I'll keep writing about this as I learn more. And I'll be posting some entries that were written before these last two. So chronology is a little wonky...

[ventihonklightice]

period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

??

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

~

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

[stray-kids-react]

Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

Masterlist

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta 

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger. 

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

 ***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

 ***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

[citrinesparkles]

cat part two.

jason todd, eventually x gender neutral reader. 1,052 words. notes: part one here! (edit: part three here!) jason's having a really long night, okay. kids and crooks are one thing. cats are another. warnings: food is sort of discussed?

honestly? he felt a little stupid thinking anything was strange at this point, given the whole 'been dead done that' thing, but even he had to admit that running around cradling a jacket full of too-thin cat felt a little odd.

he'd walked the kids home, hearing the whole way about how clever and sweet cat was and how it liked tuna and chicken but do not give it turkey because it will walk away without eating and their mom said that onion was bad for cats, so none of that either.

when they made it to their apartment building, jordan ran upstairs and gathered up the last of their tuna leftovers in a little plastic baggie, bringing it back with another 'thank you' and a joke about finding a different park. then he'd scooped jazz up and disappeared back inside. jason caught something about sesame street reruns- which, if he was being honest, sounded pretty good right about then.

he took off with cat wrapped up neatly, tucked carefully against his chest.

and it meowed the entire way up to the convenience store three streets over.

it didn't seem to want to stop meowing inside the store, either, immediately catching the attention of the worker behind the counter.

"do you guys carry- uh," he adjusted cat carefully, "cat food?"

her eyes were bouncing between him and the bundle of yelling, and he was really starting to feel the absurdity of the whole situation.

"uh-"

she was interrupted by a particularly indignant meow that made him groan and hold the jacket out to look the cat in the eye.

"what do you want, huh?" he asked tiredly. "i'm doing my best here."

it meowed again.

"is... that your cat?" the cashier asked quietly.

"no." another meow. "but it is my problem."

"o-kay," she stood up and made her way around the counter, giving jason plenty of space as she passed him. "what kind of cat food?"

"the kind that will get this thing to stop screaming at me."

"have you tried, y'know, not calling it 'it' and 'thing'?"

"listen- i've had a long night, okay?" he pulled cat back to his chest- met with yet another meow- and tucked it into one arm, dropping the other hand to dig into his pocket. he emptied it, glancing down at the contents briefly before putting it on the counter. "i've got twenty five bucks and a wendy's coupon, a cat that somehow became my responsibility and just will not shut up, and- as i'm sure you'll be able to relate to, considering your customer service job- a desperate need for a nap that is growing by the second. will you, please, get me whatever cat stuff you can sell me and let me worry about what to call it?"

she leaned back around the endcap, raising her hands in mock surrender. "whatever, bat guy."

"bat guy?" he repeated incredulously.

she nodded at his chest, making him rolled his eyes. "the name's red hood."

she stared at him for a moment, squinting at his head. "that's not a-"

"i know! i know it's not a hood! why does everyone feel the need to point that out tonight! it's- it's symbolic!"

she scoffed, disappearing back down the row of merchandise. "symbolic of what, your childhood dreams of becoming a racecar driver?"

"you'll forgive me for not giving you my whole tragic backstory in the middle of a corner store at three in the morning while cat is still screaming?"

he heard rustling, and the sound of tin hitting tin. "did you just call it cat?"

he took a deep, slow breath and squinted up at the ceiling tiles. "are you really back to giving me shit about it?"

"yeah. that's not a name."

"it's not my cat, so i don't care. besides, you're one to talk- shouldn't you have a nametag on or something?"

"i used to. it got buried somewhere." she reappeared, arms full of cans. "you're so good at names, why don't you come up with something? cashier has a nice ring to it."

"very clever."

she nodded smugly with a barely noticeable eyeroll, turning towards the back room. "i do that sometimes. look, wait here, okay?

"i don't really have time-"

"i gotta get my manager, okay. trust me on this. two minutes, tops."

she was gone before he could respond, ducking into a back room with the cat food.

he reluctantly decided to give her sixty seconds before he just left and hoped the tuna from jordan would be good enough.

she came back with an older woman in tow about forty five seconds in, which was more frustrating than relieving.

he just wanted to be home.

"you were serious," the older woman muttered incredulously, staring at him before zeroing in on the bundle in jason's arms- which meowed immediately, as though it felt her gaze. "this isn't your cat?"

"no. it is not my cat. can i just get my-"

"do you have a litter box?"

oh, duh. "no."

she nodded thoughtfully. "how much did you say you have?"

"twenty five. look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up? i have somewhere to be."

"twenty five," she repeated, leaning over the counter. "alright. run and grab a box and some litter for him, and-" she turned back to him- "are you on foot?"

this was getting ridiculous. "how does that-"

"one of those pool bags, too, the one with the long strap."

it took about five minutes for the two women to pack the bag full of a plastic bin, a box of litter, like twenty cans of food, and three different toys, before passing it- and his money- to him.

"you helped tony up the street last week, didn't you?" the manager grinned at his protests. "call it even."

if the money ended up on the counter anyway, that wasn't any of her business, he figured.

--

"alright, cat," he muttered as he shuffled through the window awkwardly, "we gotta be quiet."

which, obviously, earned a loud meow.

he sighed and slid the window back down with his elbow, balancing cat and the large bag in the other arm.

"so," your sweet, entirely-too-awake, way-too-amused voice called behind him, "your jacket meows now?"

so much for being quiet.

[pennylanefics]

Unknown - Isaac Lahey

a/n: this turned out a lot longer than i expected, but i’m happy with it :) super soft isaac is my weakness

•••

Scott had warned you about going out at night during a full moon. Everyone had, honestly. But people telling you what to do wasn’t how you went about life, so that’s why you found yourself running to the grocery store for some dinner.

Sure, you had things to make at home, but nothing sounded good. You let Scott know you were heading out, just so he was aware of your location. Though you were sure nothing would happen.

Strolling the many aisles of the store, you quietly hum to yourself and finally find a box of frozen toasted ravioli in the freezer section. You also grab a bag of chicken nuggets and a bag of waffle fries for more variety, and head to check out.

“What’s got you out on a full moon?” The cashier asks. You pause from getting your wallet out of your bag.

“Huh?” He laughs and scans your items.

“You gotta be careful on full moon nights in Beacon Hills. I’ve seen shit happen, and it’s not pretty.” You nod, saying nothing, getting a bad vibe from this guy. Once your things were bagged and paid for, you dart out of the store and to your car as quickly as you can.

You came to a stop at a stop light, the roads empty from any soul. As you wait for the light to turn green, something falls on top of your car. Or jumps.

The sound of whoever, or whatever, raises your anxiety, and you are too terrified to get out and look. Instead, you grab your phone and call Scott, whispering to him in case you made a sudden noise and startled whatever was outside.

“Scott?” You whisper-yell to him. “There’s something on my car.”

“Something on your car?”

“Y-yeah. On top of it. I’m at the intersection of-” You were cut off by a scream emitting from your throat as the creature broke your windshield. Your shaky hands unbuckle yourself from the seatbelt and as fast as you can, you jump out of your car and try to run away.

The wolf, as you had now determined from the sound of their growl, caught your leg and tore your jeans, their claws digging into your skin. You let out a loud scream as the pain courses through your body. The phone was still in your hand, surprisingly, so Scott heard everything.

As the wolf was beginning to tear at your back, something startled them and they ran off, leaving you bleeding out and attempting to speak to Scott.

He raced to you, though feeling the effects of the full moon, he was able to bring you to his house, where Melissa was waiting for you to tend to your wounds. The pain became too much, causing you to pass out. But Melissa monitored you the entire time.

“How are you feeling?” She asks when you finally awake the following morning. You groan and realize you’re laying on your stomach.

“Like I’ve been hit like a truck,” you moan. She chuckles and hands you a glass of water, helping you sit up. You hiss sharply as you sit on the stitches that Melissa sewed the wounds up with.

“I’d advise you to sleep on your stomach for the next few nights, at least until some of the stitches are gone. Scott is wanting you to stay here for a couple days, just so we can watch you and make sure nothing else happens.” You sigh and try to stand, but ultimately fail due to the weakness of your leg.

“Where is he?”

“At school. He didn’t want to go because he wanted to watch over you, but I made him. No use in staying around if you’re just resting.” You chuckle and sit back down, the pain slightly subsiding as you put pressure on your other leg.

“He’ll be back in a few hours. I’m sure he’s going to want to know everything that happened,” Melissa continues.

“I’m not even sure I know what happened. I mean I remember it breaking my windshield and running for my life. I didn’t even see who attacked me.” Melissa rubs your shoulder and gives you a couple painkillers to take.

“They’ll figure it out. They always do. Scott can always go to Derek to help figure it out.”

—

You were ordered to lay down for the rest of the day, per Melissa, but when Scott and Stiles returned from school, you weren’t allowed much rest.

Scott and Stiles run through the door as soon as Stiles parks his jeep. They run up to the guest room, where you are staying, and are very happy to see you awake.

“Why the hell would you go out on a full moon?!” Stiles scolds you.

“Fuck off,” you mumble, sitting up with the help of Scott. The medicine you took earlier had worn off, so Scott took some of your pain until you could comfortably sit up. You leaned against your friend while Stiles stood in front of you two.

“I don’t know who attacked me, so don’t even ask, I went out because I wanted some food to make, I was aware of my surroundings the entire time, and the wolf jumped on top of my car. I couldn’t do much, I didn’t even know what it was until it broke my windshield and I ran out.”

“I wonder if it’s one of those new wolves that Derek bit,” Stiles wonders, the wheels in his head turning.

“It doesn’t matter who it was now. (Y/N) said she didn’t see, so there’s really nothing to be done. The most important thing, though, is that she’s alive.” Stiles nods and takes a seat next to you, hugging you carefully.

A week later, you were back at school like nothing had happened, though you were still healing. Your friends weren’t able to help you throughout the entire day, but you managed. Thanks to someone.

Isaac saw you struggling to put things into your backpack from your locker after school ended one day, so he came over to help.

“Do you need someone to hold your backpack?” He asks nicely. His bright blue eyes captivated you and his smile was just as bright.

“Uh sure, thank you. I’m still recovering from an accident, so it’s still a little tough to get around.” He takes your backpack from your shoulder and holds it open for you, allowing you to stuff some books in and take some out.

“You’re Isaac, right? On the lacrosse team with Stiles and Scott?” He chuckles and zips your backpack for you.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I recognize the curly hair,” you grin glancing up at his golden locks. He blushes a little and throws the bag over his shoulder for you.

“I’ll walk you to your car, I can tell carrying it was uncomfortable.”

“Well thank you, again.”

From that moment, you and Isaac grew very close, spending lots of time together on the weekends, seeing each other every day in school, him helping you with your backpack and walking you to your car as well.

A year later, and a relationship had blossomed. Months after meeting, Isaac confessed his feelings and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet moment and Scott was so happy to hear that you two were together. He thought Isaac was great for you, after having his name cleared after his father was killed.

Thankfully, you had fully healed from your attack wounds, although they left deep scarring, you were slowly accepting that it happened, and there’s nothing to do. Isaac had been so loving and tender with them, though.

You told him the truth after a couple months of being together, that you were attacked by a werewolf. Since then, he always took time to run his fingers along them, kissing them sweetly in more intimate moments, and assuring you that they are perfect and don’t make you any less beautiful; he in fact told you they make you look even more beautiful, and it shows you’re strong.

Now, there was an alpha pack in town, looking to stir up trouble, and of course involving the pack.

It was a normal day at school, so far. During your independent study, you and Isaac offered to help your teacher get some stuff from the storage closet. She knew you were dating, so she told you, “no funny business”.

You and Isaac stood in the closet, rummaging through different boxes to find what you needed.

“Should we partake in some “funny business”?” Isaac cheekily asks. You giggle and smack his chest.

“No. As much as I would love to, she trusts us t-” Your sentence was interrupted by the door to the closet slamming shut. Isaac whips around and jiggles the handle, and when it doesn’t budge, he starts to freak out.

“Isaac, it’s okay,” you whisper, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbles, running his hands through his hair in a stressful manner.

“Hey, look at me, babe,” you try to get his attention off the fact that it’s a small space. He ignores you and tries to push the door, knocking and banging on it for someone to hear.

“There’s something against it,” he breathes, shrugging his cardigan off and continuing to push on the door.

“Isaac, please calm down, it’s going to be fine.” He starts screaming and pounding on the door, slightly terrifying you. You try once more to pry him away from it, but he turns to you, eyes golden, canines on show.

You stumble back, scared of his current state.

“Babe, please, listen to my voice, Isaac!”

He growls, and fear runs through you. His claws latch onto your arm, digging into your skin. You yelp and trip over your feet, falling against the shelving.

Suddenly, the door flies open and Scott grabs Isaac by the shoulder, throwing him to the ground. He growls again as his alpha screams to anchor him. You slowly walk out of the closet, holding your wrist close to your chest.

Scott stands and comes over to make sure you’re okay, but he can tell there is something else wrong.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to do that,” Isaac whimpers, tears in his eyes. You stare down at him, nights of the attack flashing in your mind. The growl the wolf let out that night.

Isaac’s growl.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, wanting to run all the way home.

“(Y/N)?” Scott breaks you from your daze. “What’s wrong?” You try to explain it, but Isaac’s beautiful eyes stop you. He’s vulnerable at the moment, you couldn’t tell him.

“N-nothing. I’m just gonna go to the nurse,” you mumble, dashing away from the two wolves and to the nurse. They share a worried glance, but brush it off and carry on with the day.

When school ends, Isaac cautiously makes his way over to you.

“(Y/N)?” He calls out, stepping up to your locker. You don’t make eye contact with him for a moment, trying to ignore the voice in your head telling you to.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry I hurt you, you know I didn’t mean to,” he begs. Finally, you look at him and shut your locker.

“I know. I said it was okay.”

“But you-” You walk away, events playing in your head as he yells for you. You quickly run out of the school and to your car.

Later that night, you head over to Scott’s house to talk with him.

“Hey, what’s up?” He answers the door, letting you in from the rain.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” You two head up to his room, and for the time being, you completely forget that Isaac lives with Scott.

“Is this about earlier?” He asks.

“Yeah. I, um, I’m…”

“It’s really unlike you to be scared around Isaac. And I could smell the fear on you, it was so strong.”

“He’s the one who attacked me,” you blurt out. Scott is stunned speechless.

“Wh...How do you know?”

“His growl. It’s the same growl I heard when I was caught by him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Aren’t you the one that said every wolf has a different growl? I know what I heard, and as soon as I heard his growl today, it brought me back to that night and I began to relive it and-”

“What?” A new voice makes your blood run cold. Isaac opens the door even more and steps inside. Tears were evident in his eyes and on his cheeks.

“I did it?” He breathes out, his hands shaking at the thought.

“Isaac, listen-”

“No, it’s okay,” he whimpers, leaving the room almost immediately. Scott tries to stop him, but he’s too quick.

“Should I go talk to him?” You wonder. Scott shakes his head.

“Give him some time, until he’s ready to come to terms with it.”

That day came a week later. Isaac had been avoiding you all week at school, not wanting to be reminded of what he did. But it wasn’t him, it was the full moon.

Scott had something up his sleeve, though. He asked you to meet him at his house after school, but when you arrived, he wasn’t there. Isaac had to answer the door, and had to face you by himself.

“Uh, I guess since I’m here, can we talk?” You ask him softly. He nods and lets you in. You follow him up to his room and he takes a seat on the bed.

“Isaac, I don’t blame you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I talked to Scott about the whole thing and he said that since it was a full moon, and your first full moon, you had no idea what you were doing. You had no recollections because it wasn’t you.”

“It was me,” he whispers. “I gave you those awful scars, I put you through so much pain, and I hate myself for it.”

“Now what happened to my scars being beautiful?” You tease, wanting to lighten the mood. Isaac surprisingly chuckles, but stops moments later.

“They are beautiful, but I put you through so much pain that night.”

“You don’t remember it, though, do you? Because if you did, as soon as you saw my scars, you would have known it was you.” He nods and stares at his hands.

“I just don’t think I can be with you and forget what happened,” he whispers. Your heart shatters at his words and you sigh.

“Please don’t do this, Isaac,” you beg softly. “I don’t blame you, I don’t hate you, I-”

“How can you sit here and look at me, and not be reminded of that night?”

“Because I love you!” He goes silent. Sure, you’ve said it before, but now, it feels different.

“I truly love you, Isaac. I may have been hurt, but I’m alive.”

“But…”

“No. I don’t care about anything else. Yeah, at first, it was hard to come to terms with, but I’m okay now.”

“I always knew there was something about you that I recognized, your scent. You smelled so familiar when we first met, but I could never figure out what it was. I even asked Derek and he had no idea. But now…”

“Hey,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks, making him look up at you. “It’s. Okay. I promise. Please believe me when I tell you that I’m not upset with you and that I don’t care that it was you.” He stares into your eyes and after a few moments, he nods. You let go of his face, but he stands up as soon as you do.

You step back a couple inches and wait for him to either say something or walk out of the room. To your surprise, he falls into your arms, pulling you close to him, and begins crying into your shoulder. His body shakes with sobs and the sounds break your heart.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I really am. I know I wasn’t aware, but I feel awful.”

“I know, Isaac. You’re okay.” His face is nuzzled in your shoulder, the tears pooling on your shirt.

“I love you so much,” he whimpers, his voice slightly strained. “I’m so sorry, I promise to never hurt you like that again.” Your hands run up and down Isaac’s back comfortingly, not saying anything else and just letting him get everything out.

“Can I stay the night with you?” You ask him when he pulls away. You knew it was a long shot and you weren’t even sure he would want you there.

“Of course, baby,” he smiles, caressing your cheek with his hand, wiping your tears away while doing so.

He pulls you over to the bed, and sits down, but before you follow him, he stops you. As tender as ever, he removes your shirt and shorts, discarding them to the side.

“Turn around,” he softly orders. You do so, facing the wall of his room. His fingers ever so gently dance across the deep scarring on your back and thigh. Quiet sniffles sound through the room as Isaac comes face to face with what he’s done, after finding out that it was him after all.

“Come lay down on your stomach,” he says this time. You wipe your tears away and climb onto the bed, your head turned to the side to watch him a little.

“So so beautiful,” he whispers, straddling your back like he is going to give you a massage. Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to the scars on your back, kissing them one by one, up until he reaches your shoulder.

“Yet so much pain,” he continues, moving down to the back of your thigh and doing the same. By now, tears were free falling down your cheeks and onto your arm.

“I already said this, but I promise to never hurt you like this again. You mean the world to me and I never want you to be in pain because of me. For the wrong reasons.” A giggle escapes your lips at his slightly sexual connotation. He flips you back around and crawls up your body to face you.

“I love you,” he tells you once more, kissing your lips as sweetly as ever and as passionately as ever. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” you confirm, bringing him back down for another kiss. “You mean the world to me as well, Isaac.”

[deaconusdelirium]

Requested: how would Crosshair babysit Omega when Hunter is gone? Do people mistake him for her dad? What does he do when she gets in trouble? How do they grow closer together?

Let’s find out!

———

“Are you sure this is ok Crosshair? I feel like-” “no one cares how you feel Omega. Maybe Hunter and the guys do, but others don’t. You just need yourself to depend on” Crosshair interrupted Omegas sentence, putting his own opinion in, “but, you care how I feel.. don’t you?” Omega asked while looking up at Crosshair, he was obviously a lot taller, so he would have to look down while she looked up. Her hazel eyes looked around his, hoping for an answer. He hesitated, of course he cared about her feelings. But he just didn’t know how to say he did without going over his comfort zone. “Something like that.” he mumbled out, putting a toothpick in and continued to walk towards the shooting range on Ord Mantell.

Of course Omega felt something off, she hasn’t seen one kid carry around a weapon like her, much less walk into a shooting range. Once they found a perfect spot, Crosshair set her up. “keep your elbow up, and always aim. I’ve seen you pull and release before. So always aim down your sights, and release on empty lungs” he informed her, just about now, he didn’t sound like how he usually did. All sarcastic and snappy, he sounded like he was happy to show someone his skills. He’s never told his brothers his techniques, so Omega was the first. She stood there, looking both ways, seeing older people and mostly men with a few women among them. “Tune out the distractions. Without it, you’re vulnerable.” He watched her, then pushed her cheek with his knuckles gently to face forward.

She let a breath of relief out as Crosshair stood beside her, blocking the view of other people. She lifted her bow and pulled back. Her arm wobbled as she let go. She didn’t hit the target. “We need to work on your strength.” He grunted out, taking the toothpick out and helping her. His foot pushed her feet apart, “a good stance will help a lot”, he pushed her elbow up, “always keep your elbow up”, and straightened her back, “stand tall. Don’t slouch” her eyes wandered again, “Omega.” He snapped his fingers a few times in front of her, “eyes forward. Who cares about them” she nodded her head meekly. Doing as Crosshair had told her, she then pulled the string, taking a deep breath in. And let go. She hit the target, but was still way off.

“Take a breath before you pull. And when your ready, let it out when you shoot.” Crosshair watched as she did exactly as told, interesting how you could tell her something the first time, and she could get it down the next two or three times. His eyes watched as she shot again, just about the same place. It was just her arms, “okay” he sighed out, kneeling behind her on his knees. “Maybe try this” he said, putting his fingers over hers, his arms wrapped around her as his other hand held the bow over her hand. “You’re going to be doing most of the work, but I’m just here to help you hold the bow right” she looked down, then back up. She pulled the bow, holding the string back, he helped her hold it there. She took a deep breath in. “No no Omega. Remember, empty lungs” he reminded her. It seemed she only lacked strength the hold the string long enough.

“Right, sorry” she apologized, “don’t worry about it. Now focus” she aimed, taking a bit longer, since she was fixing herself. But he was there to help her, he let go just before she shot. Bullseye. “Not bad. We just need to work on your strength” he stood up, “these noodle arms need some work” he yanked her arms around as they were limp. Omega laughed while Crosshair looked at her confused. “You remind me of Cid” she pointed out, “Who’s Cid?” He questioned, gathering Omegas things and carrying them for her. “One of Hunters friends. She had to ‘babysit’ me while Hunter and the guys had to go on a mission” she admitted embarrassed, folding her arms on the ‘babysitter’ part.

Crosshair found himself snickering, until he realized it, he stopped himself. “Like I said. Depend on no one but yourself” she frowned at that part, they saved him. They all depended on each other and that’s how they got their brothers back. “But, that’s how we got you and Hunter back. We depended on each other” he found himself looking down at her as they walked out the range, his silver hair falling down over his tattoo. She was always so positive, gullible even. How he wished she would stay that way, so innocent and happy. But from what she’s been through, she’s probably not so innocent. Once they reached the door, he looked both ways, then walked out into the busy streets. He barely looked down to see her not there, panic pulled his strings as he looked around. His eyes landed on her, she was stuck in the doorway of the range still.

He walked back, not caring about bumping into other people. Once he reached her, he thought for a second. “Sorry. It just, there’s a lot of people, and” “it’s ok Omega. Come on” he hesitantly held a hand out to her, unsure if she would even take it. But surprisingly she did, too fast for him to comprehend actually. Her small ones barely fit into his as she held on for dear life as people walked passed them, he gently pulled her into the crowd, making sure to hold her hand in a firm grasp so he wouldn’t lose her and so Hunter wouldn’t have his head. They walked back to Cids parlor, every now and then he would look down to make sure Omega was still there. Once they got into the ally way, he tried to pull his hand away, but she wouldn’t let go. Only dragging him along, “This way Cross!” She exclaimed, almost dragging him.

He followed, having to bend down a bit since her arms were short for his. He nevertheless followed her, and down into the parlor they went. “Cid!” “Tiny? Where’s Bandana? Who are you?” “This is my brother. Crosshair. Hunters out on a mission with the others. He should be back soon” “I see. Just don’t make to much trouble. I had enough with Roland and the Pykes” Omega dragged Crosshair over to a two seat table. He leaned back, putting his toothpick back in and watching Omega color on some paper he didn’t see that she had picked up. It was hard to understand what she was drawing since it was random colors everywhere, he leaned forward as he seen someone approached where they sat. His instincts kicking in, “relax Tootpick. I’m only gettin the kid a drink since it looks like you won’t do yourself”

His eyes widen at her, “she hasn’t told me that she was hungry yet” “yeah? Well that ain’t for you to judge, always keep the kid full. I don’t want her ending up skinny like you” she spat at him, he glared at her, at least she was giving Omega a drink. He sat back, relaxing as Omega continued what she was doing. It looked familiar, but still hard to make out. He took the time to understand his surroundings, two idiot gamblers, a few Twi’leks and people maybe even some clones here and there. His eyes fell on Omega as he heard her stomach growl, she looked up at him shyly and smiled. He wanted to get out of here anyways. “Come on” Omega grabbed the paper and the crayons, throwing them in her small bag as Crosshair once again took it for her.

Omega said her goodbyes to Cid as ‘Toothpick’ only gave her a nod and walked out. It was getting late, which meant everyone was getting off work. Hunter hasn’t reported anything yet either, he offered Omega his hand again, she took it and walked beside him as he asked what she wanted to eat. “Me and Wrecker have this tradition! It’s called Mantell Mix” he walked around with her, the streets busier than earlier, “there!” She pointed out, but along the way, Crosshair remembered that he needed some stuff that Tech asked him to get. “Hold on Omega. I need to grab some stuff” he pulled her back and looked around a small vendor. He didn’t mind that she let go, seeing as he needed both hands to look for the things Tech asked for and there wasn’t that many people at that particular shop.

He looked around, grabbing whatever he needed, then his head turned towards the sound of glass shattering. Omega stood there, a lady near her. “Oh let me help you sweetheart. Come here” the lady bent down, Crosshair dropped the things and walked up to the two, the cashier as well. “You’re going to need to pay for that young lady. You break it, you buy it” he demanded as he vigorously pointed at Omega, with a single push of his finger to her shoulder, Crosshair pushed the Vendor back. Omega running to his side and holding his hand, but he pushed her behind him, she still wouldn’t let go of him. “Maybe if you had placed that vase of yours in a better place, that wouldn’t have happened. Further more, I think you need to clean up around here” “don’t lecture me young man I-” “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it, love” the lady handed the vendor the money and turned over to the two Batchers.

“Father and daughter huh? Must be a tough bond” the Twi’lek woman asked, fiddling with her fingers as she gazed up at the two every so often, mostly at Crosshair. “No.” “Oh? Perhaps I was mistaken. You have to be related somehow. You both look almost the same, cute” Cross rolled his eyes at her attempt to flirt, “where’s the Mrs?” Omegas eyes widen and was about to say something but Crosshair put a hand over her mouth, “there is none.” “Awe, poor little girl. No mom? Are you hungry? Come on” Omega felt an uneasiness wash over her, her grasp on Crosshair tighten. “She’s not related to me, so I suggest you stop whatever you’re doing, and go about your night.” He lightly threatened the woman, turning around then picked Omega up and settle her on his hip as they both walked off. “It’s called being nice!” The lady yelled from where she still stood.

He hadn’t even realized he picked Omega up until she laid her head against his shoulder and letting out a small yawn. He was going to set her down, but he thought it was probably best to keep her close. He kept a steady pace as to not wake her from her nap, even if she was small, she could take a lot, even the kids her age would have tired out long before she did. Yet somehow she dug a whole into his heart, and he let her in without even knowing. He didn’t want anything to do with her since kids weren’t in his area of expertise, and he’s never really been around them. But Omega was the perfect child to have around, not ones that were always whining, complaining, and always demanding. She was more mature for her age than it looked, and quite frankly, he enjoyed her presence more than he had let on.

She weighed almost nothing, so he didn’t have any trouble on the way back to the Marauder. He opened the ramp and boarded, closing and then locking it. He walked up to Hunters bed, placing her there, then walking over to Wreckers to grab Lula. He placed her in Omegas arms. He then took whatever he was carrying, off, along with his armor, leaving him in his blacks. He wasn’t tired, so he sat in the cockpit, looking out at the stars and planets. Tech would just about commit murder if you ever called Coruscant a star. He smiled about it, he did care about his brothers. Even after all the trouble they went through to get him back, he was forever thankful for them. He always called Echo a Reg, but he didn’t really mean it, it was just for ‘show’ and he wasn’t use to having another member on board. Wrecker was just a huge child, always down for chaotic things, and he is literally the only one who can get Crosshair to do something. And there was Hunter. The one he looked up too, even if it didn’t look like it, he did. He had a lot of respect for him, all of them, but more to Hunter.

“Cross?” Crosshair jumped a bit as Omega stood there, rubbing her eye while holding Lula in the other. A small blanket trailed behind her, “Omega? What is it?” He asked, his attitude changing completely within seconds, “I can’t sleep” she blinked her eyes, trying to wrap the blanket around her, “and it’s cold” she shuddered a bit, he found it amusing as she tried to, “have you tried sleeping in your bed?” “It’s cold back there” yeah, space was cold, and the heater wasn’t going to work since he didn’t get the parts for the ship, oh well, he’ll explain when the rest of the Batch shows up. “You used a blanket?” “No difference” he let out a fake groan, opening his arms and having Omega crawl onto his lap as he fixed the blanket around her. One hand held her legs while the other held her back. He spun back around towards the open window, “can you do that again?” He looked down at her, listening for any sound that signaled she was about to fall asleep. He rocked back and forth as Omega asked, somehow, he found comfort in this.

He slouched a bit, continuing the small action until he felt her relax against him completely. And when he nudged her, she didn’t move. That’s when he stopped she stirred again, and in a snap, he went back to rock side to side. Soon enough, he was sleeping as well, the day didn’t go as he planned, he spent quality time with the one he wasn’t use to. He had gotten to know Cid, Hunters friend and Omega’s ‘babysitter’ and they grew closer together without even knowing it. He didn’t mind watching over her as long as he got comfortable at his pace, which Omega didn’t seem to mind at all. He wouldn’t openly admit it, but he would definitely babysit her in the future again, 10/10

———

Crosshair, Mesh’la. Don’t worry, we’ll save you. But I swear to Maker if you hurt Hunter I’ll-

I hope you enjoyed, Cross and Omega definitely need more time together. The best Big brother, Little sister energy in motion here. He even SMILED AT HER IN THE SECOND EPISODE!!!

[sevlgi]

bubblegum pop

requested: no

group: twice

pairing: sana x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: rich girl!sana, college!au, cashier!reader.

warnings: none

synopsis: An unfortunately hostile encounter with the school’s sweetest rich girl might just lead to more than you ever expected.

a/n: inspired by @pearicot​‘s mean girl rosie series! (by the way, i’m not trying to feed into the “dumb sana” stereotype with this; i just thought that her personality fitted the character i was trying to achieve! does anyone wanna request continuations or scenarios in this universe 👀

word count: 3.3k

Something about Mondays the week of finals always got you in a bad mood, especially when you had  to work double shifts at the same stupid ice cream shop you’d worked at for the past 2 years of college. 

So maybe, just maybe, there was reasoning behind you snapping at the love of your life during your first meeting.

Actually, there really, really wasn’t.

There were plenty of mean girls on campus who you wouldn’t regret yelling at whatsoever, but you just happened to blow up at one of the considerably nicer rich girls.

Minatozaki Sana didn’t mean anything bad when she innocently held out a hundred dollar bill to pay for a $5 ice cream. She didn’t mean to seem pretentious, nor did she mean to mock you and your minimum-wage job, but you just so happened to take it that way.

“Really? You have to rub it in my face like that?”

Sana stared at you, the money that she held out wavering in the ear. “Sorry?”

Pinching the space between your eyebrows, you huffed out an exasperated breath. Luckily, there was no one else in the shop about to witness the stupidest meltdown of your life. “You think I don’t know that I’m poor? It’s five dollars for God’s sake, no need to bring out the big guns. Oh, or are you doing this to avoid seeming more pretentious with your daddy’s black card?”

The brunette’s hand retreated quickly, the heels of her Louboutins clacking softly against the pastel-toned linoleum of the ice cream shop. Fuck, you hated that linoleum. “I... I didn’t mean any of that, I swear! Um, is there an ATM near here?”

Once again, the girl meant well, and you took it badly. You scoffed, glaring disbelievingly at her. Some part of you was screaming out that you were putting your entire job at stake, and your morals as well, but you disregarded any common sense remaining in your brain. “An ATM for 5 bucks? Dude, just don’t.” Dipping your hand into the tip jar, you scrounged out a lousy crumpled bill and threw it down on the counter, shoving the bubblegum-flavored sweet to Sana. “Okay? Now get out, I don’t want to see your privileged ass anywhere near here.”

The dense gray clouding your mind somehow missed the hurt expression on the girl’s face as the staff door swung open. Wendy’s hands, though gentle on your shoulders, shoved you behind her with surprising force. “I am so sorry, Sana, it’s finals week. Surely you can understand? The ice cream’s on the house.”

“No, of course it’s okay!” Sana sounded genuine enough, that was for sure; you caught her glancing worriedly at you a couple times, nothing malicious whatsoever in her eyes. “I can pay though, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. See you in class,” Wendy called out, smiling all the while until the girl disappeared into the Lamborghini parked by the curb. As soon as that happened, she turned back to you, concern tugging at the corner of her lips. “Y/N...”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled as you crossed your arms. Already, you were regretting what you said, though you were far too stubborn to actually apologize on the spot. “No arguing with customers about capitalism. Sorry, Wendy.”

The girl bit her lip, scanning the store to make sure that there wasn’t about to be an influx of customers. Usually she enjoyed working with you; you just had absolutely terrible mood swings sometimes, and those days were nothing short of hellish for her to deal with. “Just head home. Focus on your finals, and come back next week. Okay?”

You hesitated to agree, knowing that you needed the money, but the grim expression on Wendy’s face told you that you had no other option. “Okay. Sorry.”

As you snatched up your stuff and shoved the door to the street open, you missed the sight of Sana watching you through the tinted windows of her 6-figure car.

“Really? Sana?”

“I know,” you groaned, biting down on the plastic spoon in your mouth. The flavor of the month (the only one you could eat completely free) lingered unpleasantly on your tongue, the taste of it oddly salty. “She was so nice about it, too.”

Jeongyeon and Mina exchanged glances, not touching their respective cups of “Ocean Caramel” either. It was extremely kind of them to come and accompany you on the slow days, both of them even offering to suffer through the gross ice cream with you.  “If it was Park Roseanne I might understand, but Sana,” Mina winced. Jeongyeon nodded in agreement; after all, everyone on campus knew about the reputations of Roseanne and Sana.

On one end of the “rich girl” spectrum, Roseanne was quite possibly the bitchiest one of all. She and her Bugatti Veyron, the college upgrade from her old McLaren, absolutely weren’t to be messed with. People who went to high school with you often told story of the G Wagon she smashed, the locker room she lit on fire, and so many other horror tales of a spoiled girl gone wild. You were sure that had you gone off on her, even Wendy wouldn’t have stopped you.

But on the other end, Sana was notoriously kind. Sure, her family raked in an income close to that of the other girl’s, and her wardrobe was just as expensive, but she made a point to donate to charities every time she went shopping. She tipped in the hundreds, and she didn’t ever ask for her designer clothes back when she lent them to strangers. She paid any dinner bill in full when she was there, and sometimes even when she wasn’t invited.

No one was entirely sure about the relationship between the two, but Roseanne seemed to hate Sana more than she did other people. The two fought publicly occasionally, but Sana’s kind heart made it so that even Roseanne couldn’t carry a fight very long. She didn’t respond to insults, it seemed, nor did she ever seem to actually take them personally. 

Stirring her half-melted soup, Mina continued, “Hopefully she doesn’t hold it against you. She doesn’t seem like the type, but...”

Jeongyeon shook her head, opening her mouth just as the doorbell rang. You froze when you looked up to find a designer-dressed bombshell, a sweet smile outlined in Chanel Rouge Allure. She looked completely out of place amidst tired college kids spending their last paycheck on ice cream, white gauzy sleeves and blue dress shimmering under LED lights. If you were being honest, you’d say that she was the most beautiful person you’d seen in your life, but you were always well versed in lying to yourself. “Y/N, you better go.”

“Why?” you whined, pouting at your much more responsible friends. They ignored your puppy face, though; Jihyo was usually the only one you could sway, Momo sometimes if she was feeling merciful. “I’m on break.”

“Only when there’s no customers,” Mina argued, shoving you to stand. Jeongyeon smiled at you, waving you away. “Go, and don’t screw it up this time.”

You forced a smile onto your face when you reached the counter, bowing and adjusting your name tag. “Hi, what can I help you with today?”

“Hi, Y/N!” Sana grinned, bowing back. The fact that she remembered your name only made your guilt worse; if she forgot who you were, you could at least pretend that she didn’t remember the incident at all. “Ah, could I have the same thing as last time? Bubblegum Pop ice cream, on a sugar cone today. 3 scoops?”

Nodding, you moved to open the case, avoiding the girl’s gaze as you did. “Of course.” She was quiet at that, staring at the ceiling so as not to rush you. Without prompting, you blurted, “I’m... I’m really sorry about last week, by the way. I don’t know what I was thinking, blowing up at you like that.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay!” she protested, waving a manicured hand in the air. “I promise I understand you. We all have our bad days.”

You wanted to apologize again, if just to assuage your guilt, but you held off on it, joking, “How do you deal with them? Yell at Gucci assistants?”

Sana looked honestly offended as she accepted the cone proffered to her, eyes widening in shock. “I’ve never done that, I swear! Besides, I don’t like Gucci much.”

A light smile quirking at the corners of your lips, you handed the receipt to her as well. She didn’t ask for it, probably not caring about the measly price or having the space for it in her tiny bag, but took it anyway. “I’m sure you don’t. Your total is $5.23, will that be cash or card?”

“Cash!” She held out a 10 dollar bill, pride shining behind that gorgeous face as you raised your eyebrows in surprise. When your hands brush together, you were reminded of how much better she was than you, how you probably weren’t worthy at all to be touching her with your shop-issued baseball cap and grimy apron. But Sana doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling that airy smile at you and not moving away. She broke your stare by offering, “I don’t want to sound rude, but keep the change.”

“Not rude at all,” you fully laughed that time, dishing out the remainder to stuff in your tip jar. You still felt terrible that she felt the need to apologize about such a normal comment, asking, “Are you sure it’s okay? You can have this one free too, if it makes up for me shouting at you...”

Sana shook her head, sugary light pink already mixing into her lipstick. She walked away, still waving with that gorgeous smile on her face. “It’s okay. I’ll see you soon, Y/N, you look really pretty today!”

Turning back to your friends, you whispered, “Damn. She’s really nice.”

You planned on spending your one day off from school and work cozied up with a good book and your favorite hot drink, but you supposed that getting into a fight with Park Roseanne wasn’t the worst way to go either.

As soon as you entered campus, book in hand and blasting music in your earbuds, you found a crowd of at least 3 dozen people right in front of the library building. It was unlike you to butt into others’ business, especially when it might lead to a ruined day, but Roseanne’s voice carried loud over the hushed whispers of everyone else. “--huh, Sana?”

It wasn’t any of your business, but for some reason, Roseanne’s tone when saying Sana’s name angered you immensely. Frowning, you shouldered your way through the crowd. The closer you got to the center, the more expensive the clothing that brushed against your own rough jean jacket was, cotton and leather becoming silk and velvet. You originally planned to just fit in with the other spectators, but with a shove at the small of your back, you were thrust into the center too.

To your shock, Sana’s eyes were red and shining with tears, the tip of her nose cherry-colored as well. Her head was almost bowed as she stared at her shoes, but she looked up to you when you almost bumped into her. You stuttered out, “H-hey. What’s going on?”

Instead of an explanation from the Japanese girl, though, your gaze was drawn to the blonde across the courtyard. “Didn’t you hear? Little Miss Perfect here got broken up with,” Roseanne scoffed, an infuriating smirk on her perfect face as she tilted her head at you. “By a future CEO, no less. I guess she isn’t a gold-digger, or maybe there’s some other reason that he didn’t want her anymore.”

Your hand shot out to protect Sana, a scowl making its way onto your own face. “Excuse me? From my standpoint, any future CEO is still way outta her league, so forgive me for doubting that he’s the one who didn’t want her. You’re the one dating someone who makes a tenth of what you do.”

Roseanne rolled her eyes, lips thinning. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that, Y/L/N, or you’ve got another thing coming. There aren’t many lesbians in this damn school.”

“You know me, don’t you?” Sana’s voice was wavering as she spoke, but it was strong enough to echo in the courtyard. To your surprise (and somewhat satisfaction), the blonde  girl’s eyes widened as Sana stood forward, her lips jutting forward. “That’s why I’m not dating him anymore. I like girls, too.”

Somehow, you’d never expected that Sana was attracted to girls, but it made perfect sense. An irrational part of you wanted to cheer, but instead, you forced yourself to speak.

“R-right.” You continued to glare at Roseanne, who finally seemed to be speechless. “Yeah, so how come you’re tearing Sana down? We should be supporting each other, but you’re being so rude to someone so kind, and that says all I need to know about you.”

Reaching out, you latched onto Sana’s upper arm and pulled her out of the circle, people parting to let the two of you through as Roseanne wasn’t able to conjure up something to respond with. You didn’t stop walking until there was only silence surrounding you under the shade of a swaying tree, finally stopping to let the girl sit. “Are you okay?” you asked, brow furrowed as you knelt to be mostly face-level with her.

Somehow, there was a smile on her face; a slightly snotty smile, but nonetheless the most beautiful one you’d ever seen in your life. You ignored the uncomfortable leap of your heart when you reached out to take her hands into your own, somehow forgetting about the hostility you’d felt towards her from the beginning. “You- you stood up for me.”

“Yeah. I did, I guess,” you shrugged, smiling slightly. “I’m sure that was rough, though, to come out. How’re you feeling?”

“Honestly, much better,” Sana sighed. She leaned back, fingers curling slightly around yours as the afternoon sun shone golden brown in the locks of hair spread out on her shoulders. “It was good to get it off my chest. I didn’t even know you were into girls, you know.”

Reaching up to scratch your head, you chuckled, “Well, I am, if it makes you feel any better. What happened between the two of you, by the way? She seems to hate you so much.”

The girl laughed, as bubbly and airy as her regular voice. “I may or may not have dated her girlfriend before. But it was a long time ago, and I’m still friends with her! Roseanne just can’t forgive me.”

You feigned shock, swatting at her arm. “How terrible of you! I’m so disappointed.”

You were stuck simply smiling at each other for a good minute or so before you looked away, picking at your shoelace for something to do. “So. Uh, Roseanne knew the whole time?”

“She did,” Sana confirmed, nodding. “She just never talked about it.”

“Well, it’s good to know that she isn’t the only other one in the school with me,” you sighed, sitting back on your heels.

Sana lurched back forward, hands clasping together at her chest. “Then we should celebrate! We can go shopping or something, and we can just be happy that we aren’t alone anymore.”

It suddenly struck you how quickly you could change the girl’s entire outlook, a smile coming onto her face with no effort from you whatsoever. But even more surprising, you smiled even larger than she did just looking at her. 

Laughing, you sat back on your heels and shook your head lightly. Seeming to take it as a rejection, Sana’s eyes widened. “Oh, only if you want to, of course! We can go wherever you want, we don’t even have to go shopping if you don’t want to!”

“No, we can go shopping,” you answered, reaching back over to squeeze her hand and pulling her up with you when you stood. “Come on, then. Let’s go celebrate.”

Sana wasn’t a great driver, but you didn’t expect much else. You were practically sick to your stomach by the time that you reached the mall, face green as you swayed out of the car.

“Ah, Y/N, I’m sorry!” Her hands rubbed lightly at your back as you squatted in the parking lot, fist held tight to your mouth. It wasn’t like you were actually going to throw up, but you didn’t want to risk ruining the girl’s expensive shoes. “I’ll let you drive next time.”

Next time? you wanted to ask. But you managed to stand, nodding quickly to ease Sana’s worry. “Yeah. It’s fine, I’m fine. Should we go?”

Immediately, she latched onto your hand, swinging between the two of you as she started to rush forward. “H-hey, lock your car first!”

Sana had unsurprisingly expensive tastes, but also surprisingly understated ones. She was fun to shop with, that was for sure- she loved to offer you clothes and also to offer to pay for them, but you didn’t necessarily hate a pretty girl telling you you’d look gorgeous in a certain sparkly dress.

She didn’t do any of the typical stuck-up things you expected her to- Sana carried her own bags, and she never forced you to follow her instead of doing what you wanted to. She did like to try on outfits and show them to you, but that could be ignored when it was just another opportunity for you to stare at her.

Eventually, you ended up having ice cream at one of the stores in the mall. You balked at the price, but Sana swiped her credit card without hesitation. “I have to admit, this bubblegum doesn’t taste as good as yours,” she pouted.

Chuckling, you savored the rich flavor on your own tongue. “You should’ve picked an expensive flavor then. Vanilla and chocolate are always good in these kinds of stores.”

“You know a lot about ‘these kinds of stores’ for someone who claims to be poor,” she teased, eyes widening as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you smiled, leaning on your palm. “I’m good with it, since we’re friends now.”

Sana grinned at that, her eyes curving charmingly. “We’re friends? Most people don’t want to be friends with me, I’m really glad you’re willing to.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Looking down for once, the girl mumbled, “They say I’m dumb. You know that everyone says I’m nice, but they also think I’m dumb because I pay for everything. I just want to be kind, but no one takes me seriously.”

A wave of guilt rushed over you for previously feeding into the stereotype. The more time you spent with Sana, the more you realized that she was as brilliant as any other, and far more kind. “Well, that’s stupid. You are kind, Sana, and you’re amazing. I’m lucky to be your friend.”

She clasped your hand over the table, soft skin warm over yours, pink flushing in her pale cheeks. “Thank you, Y/N. You know, this is the best time I’ve had in a while. My boyfriend didn’t even listen to me this well,” she laughed.

Despite the fact that she treated it as a joke, you felt horrible. She was all too used to thinking the worst about herself and not believing that she was worth any better, and that was the worst possible thing you could imagine for a girl with a heart of gold. Jabbing your spoon into the remaining ice cream, you blurted, “Then go on a date with me. A proper one, not just a normal hangout like this.”

Sana instantly blushed, looking down as if it’d hide her face at all. But she missed the heat that rose to your cheeks too, the nervous biting of your lip as you waited for a response. “I would love nothing more,” she smiled, her eyes shining brilliantly. “And I can’t wait.”

[weelittleweasley]

a day in the snow (h.p.)

prompt as requested by anon: after being friends for two years, you had been toying with the idea of how and if you should tell harry that you have feelings for him. but will the fear of rejection hold you back?

pairing: harry potter x fem! reader

warnings: food

word count: 3.2k

author’s note: this could be read as a sequel to may i sit?, but you don’t have to read it to understand this fic! happy reading! oh! and requests are still open ;)

Soft, powdery white snow covered the Scottish hills that rolled in the distance. The green grass now hidden beneath blankets and blankets of freshly fallen snow. Untouched snow was soon replaced with trails of snow shoe footprints and laughter of students as they weaved their way to Hogsmeade. It was a perfect winter’s day. Cold enough to keep the snow from melting and make you shiver if you wore the wrong jacket, but not cold enough from keeping you from dragging Harry through the snow to the town.

Harry would have much rather stayed inside and kept warm in the comfort of the common room with the roaring fire in front of him, blanket over his lap as he enjoyed the chatter of his closest friends. You, on the other hand, lived for days like today. You insisted it would be an adventure; out in the snow, romping around, enjoying each other’s company. Although Harry insisted you had gone to Hogsmeade so many times in the past, you had practically begged him to go today. You needed some excitement rather than being cooped up in the castle all weekend long. With a groan and exaggerated roll of his head, Harry finally gave into your pleas. He couldn’t resist you for longer than five minutes of constant begging. 

Linking your arm in his, the two of you trudged through the snow, you laughing as Harry bemoaned about snow getting into his boots. “Don’t be such a party pooper, Potter,” you tease him as he rolls his eyes. “We’ll make a day of it. We can get Butterbeer at Three Broomsticks, shop around at Honeydukes, maybe venture into Zonko’s,” you list off excitedly. It would be a pricey expenditure, but you had just received your monthly allowance from your parents and you were certainly planning on spending a chunk of it today. 

“Or we could head back to the castle, get a blanket, sit by the fire in the common room, sneak into the kitchens. You know the house elves love me,” he smiled as you scoffed at him. “We’ve been to Hogsmeade hundreds of times, why can’t we enjoy a day inside the castle?” he implores you as a bright smile appears on your face as the village comes into your view.

You drop Harry’s arm and make a mad dash for the village, giggling wildly. You turn to face him, walking backwards now, “We are in that castle every day, Harry. I need a change of scenery once in a while and what better place to do so,” you speak merrily. Pure joy was laced in your voice as Harry sighed and shook his head with a smile. He couldn’t deny the look of childish glee on your face as you stood there, waiting for him to catch up to you, clapping your hands like a toddler on Christmas morning. “Now come on, let me treat you to a Butterbeer,” you extend your hand out to him as he gladly accepts it, swinging your arms back and forth.

The gesture was simple, something you and Harry always did. But you couldn’t deny that every time Harry held your hand, flashed you a toothy grin, cracked a joke and looked your way to see if he had made you laugh, it always made your heart flutter and mind races with a thousand and one thoughts. Harry had been your mate, a close one, for almost two years now. After the night you two had formally met, you were inseparable. You spent nights in the library studying (mostly fooling around and pissing others off), running through the corridors playing elaborate games of hide-and-seek, exchanging small glances during class. Together, you and Harry just made sense. The two of you got along like you had known each other your whole lives and yet, nothing more evolved from your friendship. You had managed to convince yourself that a friendship was all you signed up for and all you wanted from Harry which was a total lie. Harry made you feel like you were the only person who mattered; like when he was with you, you had his full and undivided attention. Harry made you feel safe. 

But you ignore the butterflies that danced around in your gut as you walked towards Three Broomsticks, Harry opening the door for you as you slid in carefully. “Go on and find us a seat, I’ll grab us drinks,” you instruct him as he smiles and nods.

You approach the bar and see Madam Rosmerta, drying some mugs. She catches your eye as she flashes you a brilliant smile, “Back again, Miss (Y/L/N),” she beams as you nod. “What can I get for you, my darling?”

“Two Butterbeers please,” you request, leaning against the bar, removing the woolen gloves from your chilled hands. The Three Broomsticks was warm, in temperature and the environment. The pub was bustling in customers, varying in age, old and young. Some Hogwarts students were tucked away in booths as you surveyed the area, some on what looked like dates, others messing around with friends. 

Madam Rosmerta gives you a look, raising one brow suggestively. “Two?” she asks as you nod. “You fancied your way into a date now? Who with?” she implores. But before you can protest that you were just in for a quick drink with a friend, her eyes land on Harry who waits patiently at a table. Madam Rosmerta dramatically gasps, “With the Chosen One?” she gawks. “Nicely done, my darling. Way to go!” she hits your arm encouragingly. 

You shake your head feverishly, “No, no, Harry and I are just mates. We’ve always been mates and always will be.” When the words tumble from your mouth, your stomach feels sour. Always been mates and always will be. Nothing more and nothing less for you and Harry. Stuck in the friend zone. Madam Rosmerta gives you a look to tell you that she’s not buying it. You insist, “Really. Harry is a good friend. We’re just spending the day together as mates.”

She smiles at you as she pours you up two brimming mugs of Butterbeer, the copper mugs foaming wildly with the delicious beverage. “That’s how it always starts,” she teases as you play with the hem of your lavender jumper. “Just mates usually means something more is on the way,” she winks as you lightly laugh. Reaching into your pocket, you look for a few sickles to give in exchange for your drinks, but Madam Rosmerta stops you. “These are on the house,” she insists. “A toast to best mates,” she winks.

“Thank you,” you blush before you part from the bar, walking over to the table with your drinks. “For you,” you slide the mug over to Harry who thanks you before you sit down and take a sip from the refreshing beverage. 

Harry takes a glug from his mug before speaking, “Alright. Well, now that you’ve got me here, what’s on the agenda? I want the full (Y/N) (Y/L/N) experience.” 

You smile at your best friend and shake your head. Harry could be a pisser, but he sure knew how to make you smile. As you ran off everything you wanted to do for the day, you became very aware of Harry’s gaze as he looked at you. His green eyes held so much tenderness, gently resting upon you as you spoke with such glee in your voice. Occasionally, he would permit a small smile to appear on his lips as you would catch him and ask what he was smiling about. He would brush it off and simply say, “Nothing. I find it sweet when you get excited about things.”

In response, you scoffed and rolled your eyes whilst inside your stomach did and flip and your mind screamed about how much you liked him. How you wanted to hold his hand and tell him how much you cared for him. How you wanted kiss his lips and lay your head on his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. But instead, you continued blabbering on about the day ahead of you. 

After finishing at Three Broomsticks, you and Harry walked down High Street and made a stop at Honeydukes. Inside were countless shelves filled with sweets and treats beyond imagination. As soon as you stepped foot inside, you immediately ran to the shelves to pick out your favorite sweets. Harry laughed at your impatience; you couldn’t even wait for him to grab you a basket. “We have to stock up on all the good stuff, Harry,” you say very intently as you grab three parcels of Jelly Slugs. “Godric knows that once Ron sees the stash, he’s bound to consume half of it,” you huff as Harry laughs. You weren’t wrong. 

Harry watches as you select a few Chocolate Frogs, Chocolate Wands, and Cockroach Clusters from the shelves. “Easy does it, you don’t want to spend all of your money in one place,” he warns.

You flash him a look. “Geez, you sound like Granger,” you laugh as he rolls his eyes. “Last time I checked if Harry saw me buying this many sweets, he’d be encouraging me to buy more,” you tease as he rolls his eyes. “Come on, what do you want? My treat.”

Harry looks at you and shakes his head. “(Y/N), no. You already treated for Butterbeer, I’m not letting you buying me sweets too,” he tells you as you shake your head.

“Madam Rosmerta covered the cost of the Butterbeers, so that doesn’t count,” you reveal to him as he gives you a confused look. But before he can question why she would cover the cost, you speak up, “Come on, Harry, if you don’t chose, I’ll chose for you.” You nudge his arm as he sighs giving in as you smile widely. 

You knew Harry didn’t want you wasting your money on him, but you hardly considered it a waste. You wanted him to enjoy himself too, especially since he didn’t want to leave the castle and you practically forced him out. This was just a small way to express your gratitude.

Now, your shopping basket was full of sweets and was considerably heavy. But it was no problem. You swiftly paid the cashier and carried out a large bag of sweets out of the shoppe as Harry laughed as you struggled to carry it. “Give it here,” he laughs as he takes the bag from your hands, easily carrying it in just one of his. “Light as a feather.”

“Oh, shut it, Harry,” you laugh alongside him as you trudge through the snow, enjoying how lively the town was today. People made chatter, buying things from the shoppes, children playing in the snow, indulging in sweets. The scene made your heart swell. You loved how alive and well the town seemed. As you looked around, you felt Harry’s gaze on you again as you caught his eye. “Why’re you staring at me?” you laugh as Harry blushes.

“I can’t look at my best friend?” he defends himself. “Rather me close my eyes and walk around blindly?” he teases as he screw his eyes shut, pretending to feel around for directions. “Someone help. My best friend is mad that I dare look at her so now I’m forced to walk around like this!” he jokes as you roll your eyes.

But before you can say anything, you hear someone call out for Harry’s name. You both turn around and see Ron jogging over to you both as Harry looks at you. “Go,” you smile at him. “No need to ask me for permission.”

Harry smiles as Ron runs over to him, the two of them immediately babbling about something that Ron found in Zonko’s. Behind Ron is Hermione who walks over to you with a small smile. “Enjoying yourself?” you wiggle your eyebrows at Hermione.

She rolls her eyes, “Ron and I were in Zonko’s for nearly three hours.” You laugh at her complaint. She sighs, “But it made him happy. So in a weird way, I guess it was worth it.” You poke at her sides, teasing her for her innocent crush on her best friend. “Oh, stop, you’re one to talk! Harry told us he wasn’t feeling well today and he wasn’t going to come out with us,” Hermione reveals.

You stop poking at Hermione’s words as they fall from her lips. You twist your face with confusion. “What do you mean he didn’t feel well?” you ask as Hermione restates what she had previously revealed. Did Harry lie to his two best friends, so he could spend the day with you? You shake your head, “No, Harry told me he wanted to stay in the castle today. He didn’t want to go out today all together,” you justify.

Hermione gives you a knowing look. “Sure, he could have told you that, but you know Harry likes to give people a hard time. He would have gone with you whether you begged or not,” she smiles. “Even if you didn’t go to Hogsmeade, you would have stayed at the castle with him, wouldn’t you?” she asks, already knowing the answer to the question when a rosy hue appears on your cheeks. “(Y/N), drop the charade. You both have been infatuated with the other since you met each other,” Hermione places a hand on your arm, rubbing it. “Everyone sees the glances you two steal, the way you laugh at his jokes, the way he literally drops everything to be next to you...don’t wait any longer.”

If this all was true, then maybe it really did mean Harry had deeper feelings for you. But the possibility that people were reading into it and Harry saw you as just a close friend loomed over your head like a dark rain cloud. The fear of Harry looking into your eyes and telling you that this relationship of yours was merely platonic would break your heart. You would rather keep your secret just that, a secret. That way you could prevent yourself from being hurt. But then there was the risk of keeping this secret hidden deeply and hurting yourself by watching him live life with another girl, someone who wasn’t you. And that was what made your stomach churn. 

Before you can ask Hermione advice, Harry speaks up, “(Y/N), you ready?” You look at Hermione who gives you a reassuring squeeze and wink as you sigh. Turning to Harry, you nod. 

“We’ll catch up later,” you tell Hermione who gives you a curt nod. You walk over to Harry who extends a hand out to you to walk back into the castle. You accept it, letting your hands swing back and forth, letting the negative thoughts in your mind float away as you enjoy the feeling of his gloved hand holding yours. 

Harry gives your hand a gentle squeeze as he notices you ruminating in thought, nibbling on your bottom lip. He knew your nervous habits like the back of his hand and he monitored them carefully. “What’s bothering you?” he asks quite simply. You look at him, puzzled. “Your biting your bottom lip. You always do that when you’re overthinking something,” he tells you as you sigh defeated. He knew you too well and that was the problem. “You know you can tell me, (Y/N). We’re best friends.”

Best friends. That’s exactly what you were. “Can I ask you something, Harry?”

“Anything,” he smiles as he continues to swing your hand back and forth.

But you stop walking and drop his hand, tucking both your hands into your jacket pockets. Harry watches as you do so, gulping, nervous as to what you had to say. “Did you...did you tell Hermione and Ron that you didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade with them today because you weren’t feeling well?” you ask.

Harry looks at you blankly before inhaling deeply. “I did, yes.”

You, even more confused, now try to clarify. “But you came out to Hogsmeade with me instead? You told me you wanted to stay in the castle, so why didn’t you? If you weren’t feeling well, you should have told me that and I wouldn’t have asked you to come with me,” you tell Harry who just stands there. “Harry, you know you don’t have to follow me around. I could have gone with someone else today.”

He shakes his head, “That’s not the point, (Y/N). That’s not why I came with you.”

“Then why did you come with me?” you ask, genuinely needing to know the answer. Harry remains silent for a moment as you groan. “Harry, I need you to be honest with me. You tell some of your friends one thing and then you tell me another. I’m just confused and I need at least a little clarity as to what is going on inside that head of yours,” you exclaim.

Harry stands there silent again as you look at him, with an exhausted expression on your face. Was it really that hard to tell you the truth? You shake your head and start walking away from Harry, whispering under your breath, “This is ridiculous.”

Before you can take another step away from him, Harry grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, spinning you around to face him. He wastes no time, cupping your cold cheeks in his hands and pulling you into him, connecting his lips with yours. You are taken aback by the sudden move, but you instantly melt into his touch, kissing him back. His lips are cold from the weather, but the kiss is warm and sweet and genuine. The kiss is revitalizing; it makes your heart speed up and makes you pull him closer to you, wanting more and more and more until you can’t take anymore. Harry only kisses you harder as you relax into the kiss. As you kiss, you can feel snowflakes fall upon your cheeks and eyelashes. The scene was picturesque. Two friends now kissing in the middle of the snowy pathway as freshly fallen snow surrounds them like halos. 

Gently, Harry pulls away and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs as you keep your eyes closed, savoring the sensation of his cool lips on yours. “Does that clarify things?” he asks as you lightly smile, fluttering your eyes open, looking into his green ones. “I always want to be with you, (Y/N). I lied to Ron and Hermione because I wanted to be with you. I will take every opportunity to be with you because I’m absolutely head over heels for you.”

His words make your heart flutter. It was everything you have ever wanted to hear and you can’t help but smile like a goofball at his words. “You are?” you say in disbelief, breathlessly as you hold onto his arms tightly, not ever wanting to let go. 

“Head over heels,” he repeats. “And I’m willing to do anything to prove it to you.”

You smile widely before pressing your forehead against his. “There’s no need. Because I’m head over heels for you, Harry,” you confess as Harry smiled brightly at your confession before kissing the tip of your nose gently. “Quite the pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into, huh, Potter?” you tease him.

Harry shakes his head, “One I don’t plan on getting out of any time soon,” he tells you before kissing you again sweetly as the snow showers over the both of you.

[vad-hander]

I’M YOURS

Pairing: Y/N, Johnny, Jaehyun

Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff | College AU

Warnings: language, angsty, smutty scenario, love triangle

Words: 6k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

***

When Jaehyun said he needed space he truly meant it. He didn’t text you, he didn’t call you, when you would see each other on breaks the maximum he’d give you is a nod, letting you know he noticed you’re here. This felt wrong, because even though he didn’t tell you anything specific, it felt as if you two have broken up. Eating out with your group of friends now didn’t feel good, you felt as if you didn’t belong there, so you just stopped doing it at all.

You were confused as hell. When you would ask Jaehyun anything, he’d reply as if you’re a stranger he never met before, but then you would feel him just staring, and you wouldn’t know how to react. He would stare if Johnny asked you anything, even if it was just him asking to pass the tissue, you would feel the burn on your skin from Jaehyun’s eyes. If Mark would say something funny, making you chuckle, you’d feel him staring again, and you felt judged, judged by Jaehyun that you had it in you to laugh and smile when you two were in a crisis. But you didn’t understand it, you didn’t understand why he did that, because you would see him laugh more often than ever.

So after two weeks of suffering, you decided to disappear from everyone, trying no to cross paths with people that could lead you to Jaehyun. Escaping the building quickly you walked to the cafeteria. You haven’t been there since your first week in college, getting startled by all those students running around. You stood in line for food, getting your phone out of the pocket. Noticing notifications from your group chat you just swiped them away, seeing two more direct messages.

from: D to the Y

“where are you?”

from: Johnny Suh

“we’re at the cafe, where are you?”

Not risking it, you decided to ignore Johnny, texting Doyoung.

to: D to the Y

“I’m not coming”

from: D to the Y

“Jaehyun is looking for you”

to: D to the Y

”don’t lie”

from: D to the Y

“Seriously, he just asked me if I’m texting you”

“should I tell him?”

to: D to the Y

“no don’t.”

“he’s been acting like he don’t know me”

“I’m just disappearing to make his wish come true”

from: D to the Y

“I’ll come tell me where you are”

to: D to the Y

“I’m not sure I can trust you”

“What if you’ll pull some kind-hearted shit sending Jaehyun over here.”

from: D to the Y

“I wasn’t even thinking about it...”

“But I guess you really want it”

“You always say things you low-key hope would happen”

to: D to the Y

“okay bye”

from: D to the Y

“don’t get too surprised when I’ll find you”

to: D to the Y

“what?”

You hit sent right when it was your turn to order, putting your phone away. With the tray full of food you ran your eyes over the hall trying to find an empty table. There weren’t many options, so you sat yourself at the chair in the furthest corner of the room. To not pay attention to people around you, you put your headphones in, sitting facing the wall. Eating the food you bought, you were watching Netflix on your phone to not feel lonely. Getting a full spoon of soup into your mouth, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you choke on your food.

“What the..?” you began, coughing, trying to face this someone with his hand on you. “How did you find me?” you were coughing non-stop, so he grabbed your cup giving it to you. “Thank you.”

“I told you I’ll find you.” he wiggled his eyebrows sitting down.

“You saw me?” you still were trying not to die from that spoon of soup in your throat.

“I just know your little brain way too well so I immediately knew you’re here.”

“You’re brain is not much bigger.” you wrinkled your face in annoyance.

“Facts, but much smarter.” he laughed making you smile a little.

“Why’d you come?” you bit on your cheek.

“If you’re so worried about Jaehyun, yes, he did ask me about you, I swear. And yes, I told him I don’t know where you are and said I’ll go look for you. That’s it. If you want to, we can go there now to see Jaehyun.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Okay.” he moved your tray closer to him. “then I’ll eat.”

“That’s mine!”

“You’ve been eating a lot these past weeks.”

“And?”

“Doyoung’s to the rescue.” he lifted one of his arms, making a superhero position, beginning to eat afterwards.

You were just sitting there, facing Doyoung and watching him eat. He made all of your thoughts go away just by the way he was chewing, and you felt better.

“What?” he mumbled with his mouth full when he caught you staring.

“Let’s leave.”

“We still have time before class.” he checked time on his phone.

“No, I mean maybe leave this city? Or if not being dramatic to that extent, just leave for today and hang out somewhere.” you made him giggle and he nodded.

“Only because my love for you is immense, I’ll skip an important class.”

“This makes me feel truly special.” you put your hand to the heart, trying to sound as dramatic as possible. “What?” Doyoung mumbled something in reply, but you couldn’t hear him because you were standing up.

“Nothing, I said let’s go.” he stood up as well.

Getting outside you were met by the cold wind, so you immediately held onto Doyoung’s elbow, trying to warm yourself from his body heat.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m cold, can we hang out at your place?”

“Yours is closer.”

“I don’t want to go home...” ‘...it reminds me of Jaehyun’ but you didn’t say the last part out loud.

“Do you want to order food or...?”

“I know!” you exclaimed making people around you turn their heads. “We can go grocery shopping and then we can cook and then we can play PS and then do something fun.”

“Okay.” he smiled at you and continued walking, but you held onto his elbow, making him stop and turn again to you.

“And while we cook, no ballad singing. No sad songs and no you hitting all the notes in this world.” you pointed your finger to his chest with a serious face making Doyoung laugh.

“Deal, then you don’t bring up Johnny or Jaehyun. One word equals one ballad song.”

“It’s not fair though.”

“Then you go wherever you want to and I’ll go to my class.” he walked towards you to go back, but you stopped him with your hands on his shoulders.

“No, I’ll do anything, I need you.” you tried to make a cute sad face and you didn’t know how it worked, but he gave in, dragging you behind him away from the classes.

***

Walking through the store you genuinely regretted not having a car. Pulling the cart through the store, the both of you were taking anything that attracted your eyes, filling the cart even before you went through half of the shop.

“What do you want to drink?” you turned your head to Doyoung, who was scrolling through his phone holding onto the cart.

“I don’t know, alcohol maybe?”

“Beers won’t do... we’re cooking fancy food.”

“I see chips in our cart how is that fancy?”

“It’s a snack, we’re cooking pasta and salad, we need wine or something.”

“You don’t like wine though...” he pointed staring back into his phone.

“I can do that for the sake of our fancy dining.”

“Okay, and if you can’t, grab cola, I have whiskey at home.” he moved the cart forward, but you stopped him, giving his cheek a kiss. “What was this for?”

“For you being thoughtful and caring.”

You went different ways, getting the last bits for your private hang out. You went to dessert area, picking something sweet for you two to finish the feast.

“Okay... let’s see...” you faced a cart fully packed with food “how are we going to carry all of this...” you sighed “okay, anyway...” you ran with your eyes through it “I think we can go check out.”

“Good, I’ll pay”

“No, I’ll pay, place is on you, so food is on me.”

“We can half it then.” he suggested.

“No, I told you I’m paying.”

“I’d rather you be this enthusiastic to carry those bags, I’m not bothered with spending money on our food.” Doyoung pointed while laying everything you picked out on the check out. “Go put everything in bags.” he pushed you, noticing how almost everything from the cart was out. You put most of the stuff into your bag and shopper you thankfully had with you today. The rest was put into plastic bags, when you heard the cashier saying “thank you for your purchase, sir”. Instantly you realised what Doyoung did, willing to fight with him.

“I told you I’ll pay.” you frowned grabbing the bag and going outside.

“But I did.” you turned around trying to face him and stop from walking. “I’d appreciate you move, these bags actually weigh a lot.”

“Oh...” you just sighed continuing to walk with Doyoung. You two walked in silence staring at the building you were passing by “I’m going to transfer you the money. How much was it?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“Then I’ll send you 200$.”

“Are you crazy? We didn’t spend that much.”

“Just tell me.”

“3$”

“Doyoung!”

“Pay for Jaehyun.”

“What?” you laughed at him and he frowned not getting it why you’re so smiley.

“I said pay for Jaehyun.”

“OMG! Now you said it twice. Should I sing you a song? I mean, two, since one word is one song. Wow, amazing.” you could see on his face that he understood it now, biting his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

“Seriously? Amazing?”

“You should be more bothered with me singing.” you pointed out when you finally reached his home.

“It’s the last thing that bothers me right now.” he laughed, letting you enter elevator first.

You got to his place, that was as neat and clean as ever, it almost looked like an Airbnb. Dropping the bags on the floor, you startled him by grabbing his face into your hands right after he locked the door. You pushed his face closer, making him lean, and moved your mouth closer to his ear, beginning to sing.

“When I can’t sleep at night without holding you tight, each time I try I just break down and cry; pain in my head oh I’d rather be dead.” you were screaming into his ear not trying to hit any notes but to annoy him. He squeezed his eyes in pain and wrinkled his nose saying something you couldn’t understand. His hands that were trying to push you off by your shoulders moved to your waist and you chocked on air losing the rhythm of the song. You tried to continue but his hands were making you feel weird so you just let him push you back, letting go of his face.

“Let me go I want to drawn in the sink.” he let go of you laughing, taking his shoes off and walking straight to the bathroom.

You just continued standing at the entrance, feeling phantom of his every finger on your waist.

‘What is up with you AGAIN?’ you shouted at your own self in your head ‘Don’t even try to pull ANYTHING. I can’t believe you’re ready to jump on anyone even if it’s your best friend.’

‘You do realise the ‘you’ here is YOU?’ the voice replied and you felt the urge to leave Doyoung’s house immediately.

“Why are you still standing with your shoes on, come on.” Doyoung talked to you like you were a child, pulling you out of your thoughts into reality.

You walked into the kitchen, helping Doyoung put everything away. When you two finished, you fished your phone out of your jeans pocket, looking for a recipe.

“Improvise” he roughly grabbed your phone from your hands, making you moan in protest. “No recipes, let’s cook with our hearts.” He said looking into the distance and you laughed.

“I’m not the master chef, I follow recipes.”

“You follow recipes but don’t follow anything else...interesting.” he mumbled filling the pan with water.

“What?” you barely heard what he said, but you guessed by his tone it wasn’t something sweet.

“You heard me.”

“Barely.”

“Not my problem.” he raised his eyebrows playfully smiling at you.

“Repe-e-e-a-a-t” you moaned in frustration getting meat out of its package.

“I said you don’t follow anything, I’m surprised you follow recipes.”

“What do you mean by that?” you raised you brows at him, chopping garlic.

“You know exactly what I mean...” he sighed looking around the kitchen for something.

“It would be better if you’d elaborate.”

“I won’t, because you’ll be shouting in my ear again if I’ll begin.”

“I know you don’t like what I’ve been doing lately, but I’m doing my best to go back to normal, and I was hoping we’ll have today to hang out freely and have fun.”

“Right, let’s chill out and not care for anyone outside my place.” Doyoung smiled at you softly, and you caught his stare, smiling back at him.

The two of you spent around 2 hours in the kitchen cooking. You didn’t obstruct each other, but worked in unison. The atmosphere was calming but at the same time exciting because the two of you were singing to your favourite songs while working. It felt undeniably warm and right, Doyoung was the piece of the puzzle that fit perfectly into the missing spot, and you couldn’t think about anything else except how he was your definite soulmate, and you were hoping that he felt towards you the same way.

Finishing off your cooking hours by placing everything at the coffee table in front of his TV, you sat down on the floor leaning onto the couch, crossing your legs. Doyoung sat next to you, making your knees touch. You locked your eyes on the spot your bodies were connected, wondering if he noticed anything. His hand, unexpectedly landed onto your knee that was touching him, and you were scared of what he would do next, did he want to do something...? He gripped onto your knee tightly, and you lifted your eyes, trying to see his face expression. You quickly got disappointed and embarrassed of your own self when you noticed he was just unknowingly using your knee as something to lean on while reaching for the bottle of wine that was standing on the far corner of the table. You frowned and got mad at your own self for making things up.

“Ouch.” he shifted half of his weight onto your knee making you whine.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” he laughed and squeezed your knee gently to say sorry.

‘Of course he didn’t notice. What a surprise, you just need to shove your hormones up your ass and calm down. He doesn’t try to hit on you, he was the one judging you for wanting Johnny while you’re with Jaehyun, he won’t make you do something he judged you for. Honestly, you’re so pathetic’ the war in your head was going strong.

“Let’s try this wine, what if I’ll like it.” you brought your glass closer to Doyoung.

“I’ll honestly be surprised, I’ll definitely have to memorise the brand.” he smiled to himself while working on the wine bottle cork. Pulling it, he wrinkled his face cutely and you felt weird again, trying to make your eyes leave his face, but you couldn’t.

Finally, he poured red drink into the glasses, placing the bottle back on the table. You both lifted your drinks, holding it up slightly. Doyoung looked into your eyes with a hope and smiled at you, and you took this as his hope for you to say something, so you did.

“To us being like this forever. I hope we’ll have each other even when we’ll be old and with 10 grandchildren by our sides. You’re my dearest friend and I trust you more than I trust myself. I hope you’re always happy and never way too bothered because of me because I know I’m your pain the ass. Cheers to us being soulmates.” you stretched your arm trying to clink with his glass “I love you to the moon and back, Doyoungie.” you smiled at him and he finally stretched his arm.

“Cheers to us being together forever.” he smiled and stared at you even when he drank. You assumed he did that to see your reaction to the drink.

“Actually it’s not that bad.” you said, taking one more sip and wrinkling your face and sticking your tongue out because of the taste.

“Yeah, I see.” he laughed.

“No, I’m serious, it’s much better.” you took one more sip handling it better than before.

“Okay, I’m glad then.” he smiled shifting his gaze to the table. “I really want to try what we cooked.” he said hungrily, grabbing the plate you had pasta on, and placing food on your plate first, and then on his. You stared at him taking the first bite and closing eyes in pleasure. He nodded multiple times making weird noises. “Wow, it’s actually so good. Wow, like, I’m seriously impressed with us right now.” you tried the pasta too, finding it surprisingly delicious.

“God, Doyoung, this is actually freaking good. I think we’re the greatest team. We’re probably like meant to be partners or something.” you laughed but felt cringe with the way you said it.

“You’re not wrong though. We’ve been together forever, I can’t imagine you disappear. Maybe we are soulmates?” Doyoung questioned you stuffing his mouth with food.

“You’re still doubting?!?” you resented while smiling.

“With you I can never be sure.” he continued eating.

You cooked too much, but not eating everything would have been a crime, so you were trying to fit everything in your stomachs including the cake you bought for dessert.

“I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to move for a whole week if I’ll eat any more.” you sighed breathlessly, dropping the fork on the table and leaning onto the couch.

“I’m about to explode.” Doyoung leaned too, placing his hands onto his stomach.

“I can’t even move and we were supposed to have fun...” you were barely able to speak.

“We still can have fun...” he grabbed the remote. “Let’s watch Netflix...and chill.” he added after a long pause making you burst in laughter. “Not in that way, you know.” he added shyly and you wanted to add that you don’t actually mind but you were glad you found it in you to stop yourself from saying it out loud. The alcohol and hormones were doing things to you tonight, and you couldn’t stop blaming them.

“Okay, let’s watch Sweet Home, I’m too scared to watch it alone.”

”Okay.” Doyoung quickly found the series on Netflix, turning it on. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, but it wasn’t really comfortable, so you slid down a little, leaning to his side more. Now you were more comfortable and laid your head on his chest, laying your elbow on his stomach, but your wrist on your leg. Doyoung moved a little, hugging your shoulders. The episode finally began, and you were getting soaked into it, not being able to even talk. Doyoungs arm soon fell of your shoulder onto your waist, and you moved closer to him, feeling that crazy sensation inside of your stomach. “It’s not even that scary.” he laughed at you when you tucked yourself closer to him.

“It is a bit.” you said trying to make it look as if you really moved closer because you were scared. Doyoung rolled his eyes at you, but moved his other hand to yours that still was laying on his stomach and your leg. He stroked your forearm with his long fingers and you closed your eyes smiling in pleasure. Hearing screeching and screaming on the TV, you opened your eyes back up, focusing on the series again. When the first episode was over, Doyoungs fingers left your arm to skip intro of the next episode and when he did, he just placed his hand on the floor, making you whine in tiny. You stretched your arm to him and Doyoung eyed you annoyed.

“Please.”

“You’re using me for your own pleasure.” he sighed making a bitchy face and you smiled at him again, not willing to skip anything from the episode.

You’ve watched around four episodes, before you felt like dozing off on his shoulder. He probably felt your body chill under his touch, trying to move his hand from under you.

“No, I’m not sleeping.” you opened your eyes a little, getting blinded by the tv light.

“You were literally sleeping.” Doyoungs voice was caring. “You don’t have to go home you can stay in my bed.”

“First of all, I was not planning to go home anyway, second of all, I wasn’t sleeping, I was enjoying you stroking my forearm, and I would appreciate you continue.” you smiled to him pretending you’re annoyed, turning your arm to your palm to face up, and his fingers landed onto your untouched skin, making you shiver from the slow and light touches of his long fingers. You closed your eyes again, focusing on his arms, one of which was holding you by the waist, and the other one was stroking your arm, moving closer to your palm, making you shiver every time he was reaching new areas. You felt too warm from both of your body heats, but you didn’t want to move because you would lose this exact moment.

After 10 minutes of running around, his fingers moved to your palm, making a few strokes. Doyoungs fingers let go of your arm and you wanted to tell him to continue once again, but you felt how he moved your other arm onto his lap, stroking it too. He didn’t do it for long, quickly getting to your palm. Doyoung placed his 5 fingers at the base of yours, making lines with his nails. You felt the tingling sensation sending strokes straight to your heart. When he was half way up to the tips of your fingers, you straightened your palm out of pleasure, making Doyoung’s fingers land between yours, locking your hands. Your heart went crazy, you felt like it was beating 10 million times per second, but then at the same time, you felt like it stopped beating at all. You relaxed your palm back without realisation making your fingers lock for real, and you swore you felt and heard Doyoungs heart beat with the same speed as yours, but you couldn’t fully understand what really happened in that moment. Both of you couldn’t, Doyoung probably was more shocked than you, and you knew he didn’t move his hand away only because he didn’t really think of this much. You felt him flex his fingers aswell, that’s when you felt like food that was in your stomach could possibly come out out of your throat due to your nervousness. You kept your eyes closed being too scared to face Doyoung. A few minutes later you felt how he began stroking your hand with his thumb, and this time it wasn’t food you felt in your stomach.

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You fell asleep holding Doyoungs hand sitting on the floor of his living room and you were surprised when you woke up in his bed. Opening your eyes in slight fear, you’ve noticed him laying with his back to you. He was breathing peacefully, making you sure he’s still asleep. You’re heart was worrying about so many things you didn’t know with which one to start. Firstly, you was scared to face Doyoung. You could say you two holding hands yesterday was an accident, but why did not you nor him not moved your hand away when this happened. Why did you not laugh everything off like you usually do when something like this happen? Did Doyoung feel what you felt? Did he feel his heart beating faster? Did he feel anything at all? Or did he just leave his hand as it is only because it felt to him as another way of expressing friendly tenderness and kindness? Maybe he just didn’t think of it at all. At the end of the day, the both of you were comfortable with each other to the extent where you could basically do or say anything, not needing to explain anything. Your mind was racing from one thought to another until the second you stopped yourself. What were you even thinking? Why first thing in the morning you were concerned if he took it as something more? It was for a fact an accident, you weren’t secretly planning anything. But you were confused with your own self because you felt your heart doing weird things. Yesterday you could’ve blamed it on the alcohol you consumed, but why did you feel the urge to feel his fingers between yours even now? Why did your heart ache with all the feelings that were running inside of you. Hormones, which you were still trying to plead guilty, would make you want him sexually, but more than that, you wanted to hold his hand and you felt like your heart might burst if you don’t do it immediately.

So before you could even think you turned to your side, facing Doyoung’s back. Your hand slipped onto his waist, and you moved closer, holding on to his body. You put your free hand under your cheek, not wanting to get way too close, laying your head on him, in case he won’t like what you did or don’t like you in any other way than being friends. Putting a hand on his waist was okay, you slept hugging each other a lot and assuming he didn’t even think of you holding each other’s hands as something else, he wouldn’t mind you back-hug him. You made your hand go lower, making it lay on the mattress on the side of his stomach. You felt now that one of his hands was laying near. You rubbed your face on his back lightly, trying to put away your hair that was on your face. Doyoungs hand, that was close to yours moved a little, and he moved his body, making you fall more onto him, but you were pretty sure he still was asleep doing it unconsciously. The second you felt his warm boney fingers touch your hand, you didn’t feel so sure now about his unconsciousness, he slowly pulled your arm making you get even closer to him, doing the one thing you wanted the most. You genuinely felt ecstatic when he intertwined his fingers with yours. You wanted to not make it so obvious that you were awake, but even with trying your best you couldn’t stop yourself from bending your fingers to hold him tighter. Both of you didn’t say anything, still not being sure if neither of you is even awake. Doyoung moved your hands closer to his chest, and you probably imagined that you could hear his heart beat. Closing your eyes, you fell asleep once again, feeling excited.

You woke up some time later. You weren’t sure exactly how long has it been since you woke up for the first time, or even what time it was, because you didn’t want to move from the bed and you didn’t know where your phone was. You weren’t touching bodies with Doyoung now, you later on completely different sides of the bed, and it made you doubt if you holding hands with Doyoung was just one of your dreams.

You felt shuffling on the other side of the bed, and you braved yourself enough to turn immediately to face him. Doyoung was rubbing his eyes, wearing one of his casual night-wear big ass t-shirts. He looked genuinely cute and you couldn’t fight this fact with your inner self. You saw Doyoung wake up hundredths and thousands of times, but this one you wanted to remember for life. He noticed you staring,

“Hi.” his raspy morning voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Morning.” you smiled slightly.

“Did you sleep good?” he closed his eyes, falling back onto the pillow.

“Yeah, your bed is always comfy.” you chuckled “did you?”

“Yeah, but you were on the way all the time.” he said annoyed, turning to face you. You were making up a joke in your head, when he suddenly moved closer, laying his hand on your waist , his leg over your legs and his head on your shoulder. “I should’ve left you on the floor.”

‘Yeah, it would’ve been better for both of you’ your inner voice replied.

“Mean.” you sighed trying to make your heart stop with that crazy pace.

“I need one more second and then I’ll get up to cook breakfast.” he sighed into you, squeezing you tightly, and then letting go immediately, falling onto his pillow for probably 2 seconds and sitting up.

“I’ll help.” you said happily, dying inside at the same time.

Oh, how you hated that Doyoung was the only person you could discuss everything with and you couldn’t go to him now, asking him how to act in the situation when you feel butterflies in your stomach every time your best friend just look your way even for a tiny second. You had no one to tell you anything, and all you could do is just show Doyoung you like him in whatever way you did, and let him decide.

When you entered the kitchen, Doyoung was frying eggs facing you with his back. You walked towards coffee machine, wanting to help him with you food. When his cup was done, you placed the one for you, waiting for coffee to be done. You expanded your neck, trying to see from behind Doyoung’s wide shoulders what was going on on the pan. He noticed you trying to peek, turning his head and smiling at you softly.

“Wait for two minutes, I’m almost done.” you nodded to him, getting closer and hugging his waist tightly. “Why are you so affectionate today?” he chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

“You look at me with those puppy eyes as if I’m Johnny on our second year.”

“I wish I wasn’t so lazy right now to sing you a song.”

“You want to sing for me?” Doyoung genuinely sounded startled.

“Our deal yesterday, how could you forget?”

“Oh, right. It only was for our evening. Today the deal is expired, you can talk about whoever.” he told you getting food on plates. You still were glued to his back, and he gently rubbed your forearms signaling for you to let go.

“Can we expand the deal?” you asked sitting on the chair in front of Doyoung. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Why?”

“You’re not busy today? Can we spend today together?”

“Hm, I’m not sure...” he was running his eyes over the room thinking, finally setting them on you “...maybe I’m busy.”

“With what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“With secrets I have from you.” he played with his eyebrows.

“Your girlfriend?” you were trying to make it look as if you were bantering as usual, but you felt dabs of jealousy all over you.

“Yes, her, you were actually right about it.”

“Right about what?” you furrowed your brows. It pissed you how chilled Doyoung sounded.

“Right about me being all by my self for too long. Even if she’s not my one and only, I need someone to chill with besides you, you know.” he smiled at you with the ‘you know what I mean’ smile and you gripped tighter onto the cup you were holding to prevent yourself from slapping his smile away.

“Yup.” you said trying to sound carelessly. “I actually just remembered I need to see my someone for you know, chilling.” you made weird motions with your hands, getting up from the chair. You placed the chair back to the table, making loud noises, though you didn’t want to show you were pissed off, you were pissed off and didn’t know how to stop yourself from showing it. You felt him walking behind you. Entering the room you didn’t close the door behind you, and while you were getting your stuff from there, you saw with your peripheral vision that he was leaning on the door catching your every move. You didn’t have much stuff to grab, so you were quick to get of the bedroom, accidentally hitting his shoulder with yours.

“What’s wrong?” Doyoung walked behind you, much closer than before.

“I’m running late.”

“To where?”

“To do my secrets.”

“Oh come on, stop for a second and look at me.” you looked at him slightly, making him pissed off.

“Cut it.” Doyoungs hand grabbed you by the elbow, trying to turn you to face him.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed trying to get out of his grip.

“Exactly, what the hell. You jumped up being all aggressive and now won’t even look at me.” he let go of you and now you turned around to look at him.

“I can’t believe you.” you said madly.

“What, why?” he tried to hold onto your palm, but you pushed him back, making all of the stuff in your hands fall. He tried to grip his hands on your elbows once again, but you were so mad and pissed at him telling you about his girlfriend only now, after you imagined all type of things in your head, you didn’t want him to lay a single finger on you. You fought with him, trying to stop him trying to reach you. Doyoung was taller and stronger, and no matter how hard you were trying, you felt how you lost the battle.

“Stop, don’t fucking touch me!” you exclaimed when his palms landed on your face, trying to make you look at him. Your hair were in the way, so he moved them back with one of his hands. His thumb gently rubbed your cheek.

“Tell me.” his eyes were pleading you.

“Tell you what?”

“I made up the girlfriend thing to see your reaction.” you felt your heart sink “And I think I wasn’t wrong. Tell me.” you stared into his eyes trying to find at least a word or two to tell him. Tell him literally anything, but you couldn’t make them come out, so you didn’t find anything better then try to kiss him.

Your hands landed on Doyoungs waist, and you stepped a tiny bit closer, and he relaxed his hands on your cheeks. You stared into his eyes for what felt like eternity, before you moved your eyes onto his lips, that were driving you crazy. You moved your head even more closer, opening your mouth slightly to plant a kiss.

Doyoungs hands suddenly got their strength back, making your head go further from him. You whined in displeasure, licking your lips.

“No.” he said it to you as if you were a child “I won’t kiss you, until you do what you should if you really want me.” he let go of your head, leading his hands from your shoulders to your palms, intertwining them all of a sudden. Now you were sure, the feeling you had yesterday were the butterflies in your stomach because they were back again. You held onto both of his hands tightly staring. Doyoung leaned his head slowly, not breaking your eye contact, leaving a quick wet peck on your neck, almost making you lose balance.

You knew exactly what he meant saying you should do something, this something was to choose between him and Jaehyun.

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Danny Zuko would never

Hey y’all! I am so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. Life drug me down into a routine of chaos to be quite honest. I can’t remember if this was inspired by a request or not so I apologize if I have forgotten to tag you. 

Jax x Reader 

Friends to Lovers, Sandy level makeover 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of addiction

Y/N was having a blast! Her and Gemma decided to drive into San Jose to shop for new clothes. Y/N worked with a non-profit medical assistance center in the pediatrics wing. She was off for the next four days and tomorrow was the Charming Fall Festival. Gemma had been really struggling lately, with her and Clay’s breakup and worrying about Jax now that he was President. 

Y/N was so happy Gemma asked her to join in on the shopping trip. The club mom had a habit of pushing the young nurse out of her comfort zone. Y/N was almost always in scrubs, jeans and oversized clothes. Not that it was a bad wardrobe, it worked for her purposes. But Y/N wanted to be daring and dress up a bit. Honestly she just wanted to catch Jax’s eye. Maybe even have a Sandra Dee at the Summer Carnival moment. 

Gemma said that Jax and Y/N were a pair of idiots, perfect for each other. Neither one realized they were interested in each other. No matter how much the people around them pointed it out the two remained oblivious. So when Y/N told Gemma that she was ready to do something bold, Gemma was over the moon with excitement. 

Y/N had never been the one to go over the top. Especially with her looks, but at this point she didn’t know what else to do to get Jax’s attention. She had money to burn and was ready to up her wardrobe. Gemma said if she wanted to get the title of Old Lady that they were gonna go all out. 

Y/N was suddenly very grateful that Jax insisted on sending Tig and Happy with them because she was not going to want to drive after the day Gemma planned out. Tig as Gemma’s go-to bodyguard and Happy as Y/N’s, all piled up into a Teller-Morrow rental. 

Gemma said that meant Jax already thought of her as his Old Lady, “Sending an enforcer, only happens for the President’s girl.” 

“Then why doesn’t he ask me out or claim me as his, huh? If he really thought that way then he’d do something!” Y/N protested 

“He cares for you and sent Happy! Make him step up and prove himself.” Gemma lectured.

Tig chimed in, “Sorry hun, Gem is right. Sgt. at Arms never gets sent with a random chick for a girls day, no matter how good a friend she is.” 

Happy let out a resounding hum in affirmation. Y/N gawked at the first shop they pulled up to at Gemma’s demand. It was a very nice vintage clothing and accessory store.

“I’ll buy you the first ten pieces of jewelry you find that fit a president’s Old Lady.” Gemma paused to laugh at Y/N’s shocked expression, “Move it or lose it sweet cheeks, offer ends in thirty minutes!” 

Y/N squealed and grabbed Happy’s arm tugging him along. While he was a man of few words, Y/N had a knack for deciphering his gruff responses and gestures. She knew he’d be great at helping her pick out some goodies. She’d hold a pair of earrings up to her face or model a chunky bracelet and depending on Happy’s response she’d add it to her basket or throw it away. 

By the time she met Gemma and Tig at the register she had collected a skull ring, a chain belt, crow studded earrings, a crescent moon necklace, a crow skull ring, an obsidian oval faced ring, a snake necklace, a pair of silver hoops, diamond stud earrings, and black dangle earrings. Gemma pried over the basket in judgement before giving a sharp nod and motioning Y/N to hand the items to the cashier. 

Y/N was happy to see that Gemma had found a few items to purchase for herself as well. While they were checking out Y/N saw several studded belts, a new mirror for her vanity, some vintage ashtrays and a gorgeous green glass vase. Gemma demanded that the boys load the car with her new purchases and locked arms with Y/N before strutting out of the shop. 

Next was a gigantic department store. Gemma dragged her through the store and repeatedly threw clothes at Happy and Tig to carry to a dressing room. By the time Gemma was done each woman had fifty or so items to try on and there were even a few things for the men to try on as well. 

They would all try on a complete outfit, step outside of the room, do a little spin or strut(stand and pout in Happy’s case), receive critiques or hype and then repeat. The boys ran out quickly and ended up lounging on a couch and offering opinions when asked. Gemma told Y/N that the goal was sophisticated grunge. She still wasn’t sure she understood, but she did feel very hot in everything they decided to buy. 

Next was shoes.Y/N decided to only buy four pairs and let everyone have a say.  Happy found Y/N the best pair of riding boots for women, Tig picked out some dagger-like heels, Gemma picked a pair of knee high heeled boots and Y/N picked white sneakers that matched the ones she bought Jax a few years ago. 

Last stop was a nail salon. Gemma sent Y/N straight to the back room to get waxed. When Y/N gave her a look and squawked at her, Gemma just twirled her finger and said to “do what needs to be done”. When Y/N stumbled back out of the room, Gemma had a mimosa waiting for her. 

Y/N couldn’t commit to long nails or a dark color due to her job but it was still nice to be pampered after such a long and challenging day. While getting their nails done, the girls talked through what Y/N should wear the next night for the carnival. The three pros of MC life gave Y/N a few pointers on how to own being an old lady. This still made Y/N scoff and worry that everyone was wrong. 

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The carnival was finally here and Jax was excited for some much needed time off with his family and friends. Gemma wanted to watch Abel for the night. This meant he could really relax and let loose tonight. No worries about staying out too late for his little man or limiting his alcohol or weed. It was gonna be great. 

At least, til he saw Y/N walking up, “What the hell are you wearing?” 

Y/N looked different, that’s for sure. She knew she didn’t look bad though. She had on a tight black wrap-around long-sleeve crop top, ripped jeans with fishnets underneath and the white sneakers she picked out. She even threw on some of the goodies that Gemma bought her. She cinched her waist in with the chain belt, the crow studs and skull ring added to the alure. Her hair was curled and she did her makeup, highlighting her sparkling eyes with black eyeliner and her plump lips with a deep red lipstick. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, holding back remorse for dressing up. 

“You look like a, shit, who are you dressed up for?” Jax questioned. 

“Why does it have to be for someone? Can’t I look hot without it being for someone,” Y/N put a hand on her hip, beginning to get pissed. 

“You look like you’re trying to lock a member down! Got your eyes set on one of the guys huh? You’ve been hanging around Happy a lot lately, trying to be his old lady?” He prodded. 

“Dammit Jax! I had my eyes set on you but I guess I can’t be your old lady unless I am pining desperately for you to rescue me! Maybe I need a stalker or some form of addiction for you to realize I like you” Y/N screamed, stomping off. 

Y/N knew that was uncalled for but her anger got the better of her but not even Danny Zuko would pull this kind of douche move. It definitely wasn’t going the way she thought it would. While she didn’t necessarily believe the others when they said Jax was interested, it hurt that he was so offended by her looks. Her eyes began to sting as she pondered why she even considered making a move. 

Jax lost his breath when Y/N yelled at him. He quickly got it back when a ringed had slammed into the back of his head. When he whipped his head around he saw a pissed off Gemma staring him down. 

“Remember how you sent Happy and Tig with us yesterday? She spent the entire buying stuff because she wanted to look like an old lady. She did that for you. We all encouraged her because everyone here sees how y’all feel about each other except the two of you. If you don’t wanna be with her, cut it off now and stay at the table. But if you want her to be your old lady like we know you do, you better chase after her.”, his mom said, matter-of-factly. 

Jax stared at her with his mouth open. He was still in shock. He always saw Y/N as his but didn’t think she would want to be with him. When she left for college, he thought he lost his chance. She came back and he was with Wendy. She dated some uppity guys here and there, he assumed that was her type and she was ready to settle down. So when Tara decided to stay in Charming and he saw Y/N out on another date, he chose to go back to Tara. 

To think that he and Y/N could have been together for years now was making his head run circles around his heart. The fact that she did all of this to be with him permanently seemed ridiculous to him. She could have just told him, but looking back she must have been trying for years. The dedication to him and the club wasn’t out of friendship but love. 

“Fuck”, Jax let slip from his lips as he hopped off of the table he was sitting on. 

He marched off on a mission, searching for Y/N. He stomped through the happy crowd and scanned the flashing neon lights with his eyes. He was pissed at himself. He knew his mom was right too, if he didn’t show his feelings now he and Y/N didn’t have a chance in hell. He just hoped he could find her. 

Y/N stopped at the ferris wheel. Her eyes were still stinging but she refused to cry, especially in front of all these people. She would either get up in the air and cry or calm down. She was losing it on the inside. Every single person she talked to said Jax felt the same way, but Jackson’s reaction was the opposite of what was expected. 

Y/N was at the front of the line when Jax finally tracked her down. Jax picked up his pace and managed to get to the ticketer as she got in on her own. Jax shoved a handful of cash into the operators hands when he protested and hopped in with her and shut the door behind him. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Jackson?” Y/N huffed

Jax flinched at the use of his full name, “I fucked up. Can we talk?” 

“It doesn’t matter, you trapped me with you. You got one loop to convince me to stay on the ride with you”, she demanded. 

Y/N was pissed. First, Jax insulted her and asked her if she was trying to nail one of his guys and now he wouldn’t even let her cry it out on her own. She was waiting for him to pull the “let her down easy” lines she knew the man had memorized. Except with Y/N it was going to be… 

“We have been friends for as long as I remember. I didn’t realize that you felt that way about me.” 

Y/N cut Jax off, “Look, we don’t have to do this. I’m trying to keep my shit together but I’d rather not do this right now.” 

Confusion graced Jax’s face, “No, I, I’m trying to explain. It’s not what you think.” 

“I’m pretty sure it is, Jax. You made your point earlier, if I want to be an old lady I should look to Happy and or another member.”, Y/N ranted, this last thing she wanted was to dig into why Jax didn’t want to be with her. 

“Dammit Y/N! I am trying to tell you that I love you, too!” Jax shouted, losing it for a moment. 

He pulled Y/N in for a kiss, one had cupped her face and the other pulled Y/N onto his lap. Y/N was shocked at Jax’s announcement and even more so at his lips on hers. 

By the time Jax and Y/N had finished a loop, she was happy to stay on the ferris wheel with him. By the time the ride had ended they had become a couple and managed to mark their claims on each other. By the time the duo made it back to the crew’s table, the group began to hoop and holler. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and ducked her head into Jax’s arm while he received high fives and slaps on the back in congratulations. 

“Let me know when to expect another grandbaby!”, Gemma said with glee as she walked past the happy couple with a sleepy Abel in her arms. 

To say the least, Momma Gemma is the best

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