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new smosh sketch out of context
#just watched it ahead of next days release haha#when i say theres so much in store i really mean it#this exact yoga pose bruh 💀#smosh#ian hecox#anthony padilla#btw i got myself a smosh membership for exactly that reason so i cant really share the entire thing rn but trust me yall!!!#be prepared!!!
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Tails Of Sorrow
(Haha you’ll get the pun when you read.)
Discord server convinced me to write a sad max one shot SOOOOO enjoy! You’ll be getting creepy max next. Sorry if this is ooc I’m very much not sober
Max had always been an anomaly at school. His presence in the hallways was unsettling for most;short, lanky, and constantly fidgeting, he moved with a jittery energy that made people avoid his gaze. His obsession with Gary was a constant source of tension. To Max, Gary was perfection, the one thing that made sense in the chaos of his mind,his god. The rest of the school, though, he couldn’t stand. They were faceless, meaningless, blending into a dull mass he despised.
But today, something was different. Max wasn’t just his usual twitchy self. He was on edge, a boiling rage simmering beneath his skin, barely contained. It had started that morning when he found his pet rat, Mortimer, lying still in his cage, cold and unresponsive. Max had had Mortimer for years—he was more than a pet; he was Max’s only constant companion. The only creature in the world that didn’t disappoint him. And now, Mortimer was gone.
Max clenched his fists, trying to suppress the mix of grief and anger bubbling inside him. The day was a blur of harsh words, blank stares, and empty classrooms. He hardly heard the teachers' droning or the chatter of his classmates. All he could focus on was the hollow ache in his chest and the way his mind spiraled deeper into thoughts he couldn’t control. By the time he reached Ms. Phillips’ class in the afternoon, he was teetering on the edge. Ms. Phillips was beloved by the school, known for her kindness, her patience, and the way she made even the most troubled kids feel seen. She was the only teacher Max could tolerate, and yet, even she couldn’t pull him back from the brink today.
“Max, would you mind answering question five for us?” Ms. Phillips’ soft voice broke through his thoughts. Her eyes were kind, but today they felt like knives, poking at him, forcing him to engage when all he wanted was to be left alone. He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze flickered to a kid sitting two rows ahead—some nameless student who had dared to whisper under his breath earlier. It was probably not even about him. But the days toll had twisted any sense left in him. Max’s fingers curled around the handle of his pencil, his knuckles white.
“Max?” Ms. Phillips repeated, her voice gentler now.
And then it snapped. Something inside him gave way.
“I swear, if you don’t shut up,” Max growled, “I’ll stab you!” He slammed his hands on the desk and shot up to his feet. Spit drooling more intensely down his chin from yelling.
The room went silent. Every head turned toward him. The kid he’d threatened paled, looking at Ms. Phillips for help. Max didn’t care. He felt a strange satisfaction in the fear he’d caused, a release of the tension coiling inside him. But it didn’t last. His stomach knotted with something else—regret, maybe, or just exhaustion.
Ms. Phillips calmly dismissed the class, her voice low but steady. Max stood there, watching his classmates file out, feeling their eyes on him, judging him, like they always did. He braced himself for what was coming next, already preparing to make his escape.
“Max,” Ms. Phillips said quietly once the room was empty, “I need you to stay for a moment.”
He huffed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Can we just skip to the part where I get detention?”
Her eyes softened. “I’m not interested in giving you detention.”
“Great, then I’ll go.” He turned toward the door, his mind buzzing with the need to be alone, to wallow in the misery that had built up throughout the day. But Ms. Phillips didn’t let him leave. She stepped in front of him, her gaze fixed on him with a concern that made his skin crawl not even his own parents gave him that look before.
“Max,” she said firmly, “what’s really going on?”
He clenched his jaw, already halfway out the door. “I don’t have time for this. Just give me the detention, or whatever.” But Ms. Phillips didn’t back down. She crossed her arms and leaned against her desk, her face open and patient, waiting. “Something’s been off with you all day. This isn’t about detention. You threatened to stab someone. Even for you that’s extreme. I will have to report this..”
Max scowled, feeling his frustration rise again. He wanted to scream at her, tell her to leave him alone, but the words wouldn’t come. His throat felt tight. “You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered finally, sinking into a chair. Ms. Phillips didn’t move. She just watched him, her steady gaze cutting through the walls he had put up. “Help me understand.”
Max shifted in his seat, refusing to meet her eyes. His hand fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, picking at the frayed threads. A lump formed in his throat, and he felt something breaking inside him, but he fought it. He wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not in front of her. Gary doesn’t cry. So he wouldn’t cry.
But Ms. Phillips was relentless, her voice soft but firm. “Max, I’m here to help. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But I think you do.”
Max squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shaky breath. And then, before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out.
“My rat died.”
It sounded pathetic, even to him. He expected her to laugh or look at him like he was crazy. But she didn’t. She just listened, nodding slightly as if that explained everything.
“He’s…he was my only friend,” Max continued, his voice quieter now. “I’ve had him for years. And this morning, I found him dead. And now I don’t know what to do.”
His voice cracked on the last word, and he bit down on his lip, trying to push the emotions back down. But it was too late. A tear slipped down his cheek, and then another, and soon he couldn’t stop them. He didn’t even care anymore. Everything felt heavy, like the weight of the world had finally collapsed onto his shoulders. Saliva mixing with tears and snot as the water works broke through.
Ms. Phillips moved toward him, crouching down so she was at eye level. Max stared at the floor, ashamed of his tears, his anger, his helplessness. He didn’t deserve her sympathy. He was weak.
But then, gently, she wrapped her arms around him.
Max stiffened , was she going to drag him to the headmasters office? Or was this an attempt to restrain him so she can quickly call the asylum and let them know they have a new resident.
He closed his eyes and braced for anything. Except nothing came. This was a hug. Max had never been hugged before. Not even by his parents.
But as she held him, her embrace warm and steady, something inside him broke open completely. He felt the weight of all his pent-up anger, grief, and confusion start to slip away. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that—her holding him, and him silently crying into her shoulder. Saliva and tears making it surely wet by now. All he knew was that, for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t alone.
When she finally pulled back, her hand rested on his shoulder. Her eyes were full of understanding, not pity, and Max felt a strange sense of relief.
“I’m really sorry about your rat, Max,” she said softly. “That must have been really hard.”
He nodded, wiping his eyes roughly with the back of his hand. He hated how vulnerable he felt, but at the same time, he was grateful for her kindness. More than he could express.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it right now,” Ms. Phillips continued, “but things will get better. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Max didn’t respond, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like maybe she was right. Maybe there was a way forward after all.
And as he stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder once more, Ms. Phillips gave him a small smile, a reassurance that she’d always be there, should he need her again.
For now, though, Max didn’t feel quite as lost.
(Just realized I spelled her name wrong I am NOT fixing that.)
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Hi! I love all her albums honestly and I love that the rerecordings have made me appreciate them more. What do you usually do on release days? My sister and I started writing our thoughts when we hear new songs so we can remember our first impressions of them..and we also pick the titles of songs we are most excited for.. or ones we think we would like the most and see if we were right. We might also guess rank them and then put them in order after. For example, for Speak Now TV, neither of us were too excited for I Can See You..but that ended up being our favorite and the ones I thought I would like most didn't leave as much of an impression lol. But I really love all the Speak Now vault now. Since there's only 5 vault songs and we are listening on shuffle, it might be different but also fun! I also forgot about the eras tour being next week ish, and I am so excited for that too! Your bracelets look great! I just saw the trailer for the Renaissance tour too and I will be excited to see that one as well..since I didn't get to go. I'm very interested to see the similarities and difference in the shows and performance..since I have only seen a few clips of Beyonces show so I'm excited for the full thing! I love them both so much and it doesn't have to be a competition!
Well I hope you get the chance to see Rent someday! I understand some criticisms of the show but to me it is just fun and cool and also to see it live. The shows I was in were from elementary school and it was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory..or just Willy Wonka I guess..like the movie, Alice in Wonderland, Honk, and Seussical. I was mainly in the chorus but I always loved singing since I was a kid. In high school, my school did The Wedding Singer and Little Shop. I would've loved to be in Little Shop since it's one of my favorite musicals..but my drama teacher was a dick so I avoided it. By that point, I was too shy to perform anymore and I wasn't that good anyway. I guess I can't really call myself theater kid cuz i don't perform. This was clear to me watching the movie Theater Camp lol that I'm nothing like that haha. I still loved the movie and thought it was funny. It was kinda making fun of that and exaggerated which was the point but some of it felt like a lot. I guess some theater kids are really like that but I wouldn't know haha. Maybe cuz I didn't get into Broadway until I was 18 I guess. It was silly but you can tell the actors and creators cared about the movie. I thought Ben Platt and Molly Gordon were great at being so over the top!
The only thing Ive seen so far of the Gatsby musical was everything you posted. I trust your opinion so it makes me sad. I love Jeremy and Eva and it has so much potential. The thing about the opening line with no context seems weird..like why would they include that? As if it's supposed to be a comedy..but that doesn't seem very Gatsby at all. But then apparently the opening number wasn't fun or the right tone either? I'll have to look more into it and find clips. Maybe it would get better as the musical went on though hopefully or was it all bad? I'm still really curious about the music and costumes though. Hopefully the Florence version could do the Gatsby story and vibe justice though cuz I still think it could be a cool musical. I'm really hoping it can be improved somehow. I read a few comments about the Outsiders musical being good though so that's at least something! I will look into it more and see if I have other thoughts..I'm really curious how bad it is.
So..I did not get a chance to finish the book yet! I will make some time today and hopefully get close. I actually started another book which is Year of Maybes by Rachel Lynn Solomon. I basically skim read after a while and skipped ahead..and I read the last few chapters. I'm not sure how I felt about the book but it was also kinda similar to a twin type of relationship where the characters knew each other forever and grew up together..which is kinda similar to Mistakes Were Made? It just kinda left me with a feeling..and now I'm more curious to see how that one will end. Then I will be curious to read more of her book about twin sisters eventually too..which I hope would be different to that one. I'll look into Fir the Throne too. But anyway I'm glad you have read a few more books you love! The emoji I would have picked is the one you ended up reading loI. I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner but hope you are feeling less sick than before by now and I'm sending get well wishes!!!
hi hi !! i usually don't do a whole lot, actually — i am very bad at properly taking time off, so even if i take the day off work, i might still end up doing some work 😵💫 but i am trying to be better about that! but most of the time i'll read, or just use it as an opportunity to catch up on errands or do a self-care thing! it just really depends 🤍 i think i got my covid booster the day red TV came out, and spent the entire day just on the couch. which album has your favorite vault songs? i think mine is red, but i just love all of them! i've made 50 bracelets for the movies so far (i'm going to two showings; one with my best friend that i'm going to eras next year with, and then one with my mom so i want to be prepared) and i think my goal is to have ~ 70, so my friend can trade some too! i'm really excited for the renaissance movie too, but i have a friend coming in town that weekend, and then it's my birthday and then holiday season so it'll be a little more difficult to slot that one in :( i think the competition is very, very silly and often even rooted in a lot of sexism and racism and so it's just very ... frustrating to say the least.
i don't know if i told you! but i bought tickets to see the band's visit in november, when i'm in boston, so and i'm seeing hadestown on tour in exactly a month from tomorrow so i'm super, super excited! i've missed being excited about theatre. did you see reeve carney is leaving hadestown? i'm sooo excited to see who the new orpheus will be, and their new take on the role! i've only ever seen reeve carney live — but i love damon daunno, and i really liked what i heard of adam gillian's orpheus (west end cover)! two of my friends just saw the tour and have been raving about tourpheus, so i'm super stoked. i love alice in wonderland! it's so cool that you did so many shows — which one is your favorite? and i don't think that's silly at all; that's why i really liked the film!
oh nooo!! maybe you'll like the gatsby musical more than i did! the more i think about it the more 😵💫 i am about it (especially since the opening number starts with gatsby, and not nick? idk, i just feel very firmly that we should be meeting nick first, but maybe i'll feel differently when it's live / staged in front of me). i believe this is the video i watched because when i watched it all i could find were tiktoks and this video, but it looks like theatre mania/playbill/etc. have uploaded their own videos now! i have really high hopes for the florence one — i like a lot of what the ART has put out, and i do really like what rachel chavkin did with hadestown and great comet (and have heard good things about lempicka, and also moby-dick).
and no pressure with the book! it's been fun hearing what you're up to, and there's no rush at all 🤍 i vaguely know what our year of maybe is about, but haven't read it yet! i liked for the wolf a lot more than i did for the throne (the sequel), but i think if i read them back to back i might feel differently! sometimes i struggle with sequels haha.
i went to the doctor's again today, and i'm feeling a lot better/moving in the right direction, so hopefully i'll be back to ~ normal ~ soon!! i've been speeding through a bunch of audiobooks lately since i've been feeling mostly poorly, but have been having a lot of fun with them! do you have anything fun planned for the rest of your week? hope you're doing well!! 🤍
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How it Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 10
Y/N goes to Harry’s show and he performs a new song
Masterlist
New post from @/yn on Instagram:
@yn : i heard we're wearing cowboy hats for Love on Tour?
@ynfan: !!!!!! She's going to Harry's show oh my god
@ynfan2: ahh im going tonight too!
》 @yn: see you there 😘
Y/N had, somehow, managed to find a date where she could come to Harry’s show. She was excited on practically every level: to see a talented musician perform, to hear music she loved being played, to see Harry, to see Harry perform, to see Harry dressed in whatever obscene outfit his stylist had put him in. It was a lot.
Heart-breakingly, she wouldn’t have time to see him before the show, as she was in interviews all day. But perhaps that was for the best because there was a slim chance she’d be able to keep her hands off him.
So here she was, in the VIP box with a couple of friends from the industry who knew she knew Harry in a work capacity but had no idea what was really going on. Because that was what they’d decided. The public, and their friends, could know they worked together and were friends, but it wouldn’t go beyond that.
Her Instagram post would, in a few weeks once their music video came out, look like a clever PR move ahead of their first official collaboration.
It was always a little strange being in a venue but sat in the audience instead of back stage before a concert started, so Y/N let herself enjoy watching Harry’s fans chatter excitedly, show of their signs and outfits to one another.
Of course, a few of them spotted her and pointed or took photos of her. She was too far away to interact properly, but posed and waved accordingly, flashing her signature grin.
While the support act did their thing, Y/N’s phone buzzed with a text from Harry.
Harry: Love the outfit babe :)
Y/N: I see you’ve been on the ‘gram haha. Thanks gorgeous, can’t wait to see yours
Harry: I have a surprise
Y/N: Oh?
Harry: I wrote a new song and I’m performing it tonight
Y/N: Oh wow, that’s pretty fucking cool
Harry: It’s like kind of about you, but kind of more about how our relationship and all the possibilities it entails make me feel
Harry: Like, how your approach to relationships kind of means freedom to explore stuff
Y/N: Oh man, you are killing me here I need to hear it NOWWW
Harry: You’ll have to wait, sorry ;)
Harry: I wrote if after that phone call...
Y/N: Jesus
Harry: It’s just Harry actually
Y/N’s mind was reeling. A song about their relationship, so soon into it, was really quite something. She felt a little giddy about it, to be honest. But well, she knew which phone call he was referencing and that set her imagination alight.
A few weeks ago, Harry had, for the first time, acted on their agreement that they could sleep with other people when they were apart. Y/N had left the ball in his court with all that stuff, letting him take it at his own pace and saying she was happy to wait till he knew how he felt about it a bit more before she acted on it herself.
So yeah, Harry had had a one night stand with a guy he’d met at a bar. And the next day he had called Y/N the first moment she was alone in her hotel room to give him the full debrief.
So when to lights dimmed, signalling that Harry was about to get on stage, Y/N had not quite emotionally prepared herself for what was bound to be a rather emotionally intense couple of hours.
Harry on stage was something else. First of all he looked just stunning, but his presence, the fire that being on stage seemed to light inside him was incredible. In contrast to most of the people in the room, Y/N had gotten to know the Harry that existed privately first, and that was already plenty good enough for her. But seeing him transform into this absolute force, bursting at the seams with charisma, was really doing things to her.
“I’m gonna play you a new song,” Harry said. This was it then. “You’re gonna have to listen carefully, because it’s not getting released anywhere. This one’s just for the stage.”
Y/N absently registered a slew of fans scrambling for their phones to record this moment of camera. But she just felt like the breath had been knocked out of her.
When the cheering, which went on for a rather long time, finally died down, Harry looked back to his band with a nod.
“Here to take my medicine, take my medicine Treat you like a gentleman”
Y/N could do nothing but stare, wanting to sear every second of this moment into her brain.
“And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you t—”
On stage, Harry threw the audience a very cheeky grin. But up in the stands, Y/N flushed, with some combination of embarrassment and arousal. But there were two lines in particular that send her over the edge.
“I mess around with him and I'm okay with it, I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it”
And if that didn’t paint an image. Because that had pretty much been what Harry had said at the end of the phone call. After i he’d called Y/N and relayed the night to her in extreme detail. This had been the phone call in question. A minute into the call, Y/N’s hands were creeping into her knickers and Harry was touching himself too. As Harry had talked, voice low and words interspersed with little moans and pants, the pair of them had brought themselves off to the sound of each other and the picture of Harry’s story.
In their panting, post-orgasmic haze, Harry had confessed that “I kind of liked thinking about telling you all about it when I was with him, made it even hotter.”
Y/N had grinned. “Well it was pretty hot hearing about it too. So you’’re a little bit into sleeping with other people then huh?”
“I think I’m figuring that out, yeah. It didn’t feel like, weird or anything knowing I’d been with someone else?” Harry had said gently.
“No, not really, as long as you come back to me I’m pretty chuffed.”
“Ok,” Harry had said.
Now, Y/N could only watch the next few songs only half checked in to what was going on. The rest of her concentration was set on replaying the lyrics of Harry’s new song over and over.
When the final notes of Fine Line struck, and Harry left the stage so that he could return in a minute for his last few songs, Y/N whipped out her phone in record time.
Y/N: Nah Harry if this is how you felt watching my concert idk how you managed to look me in the eye when we finally met
Harry: I’m flattered
But if you remember, I did not manage look you in the eye till our third conversation. It went: first, horribly embarassing phone call; second, horribly embarrassing conversation where I literally wouldn't face you, and third, horribly embarrassing conversation where I tried to fend of a panic attack. Only then did I actually look you in the eye.
Y/N: well i feel much better now thank you.
Y/N: Seriously though I'm very turned on right now, its a little cruel of you to be that good.
Y/N: And I don’t care what you told your fans, I’m going to need a copy of that new song for personal use
Harry: Put your phone away ;)
She smiled, glad he was thinking of that same moment when their roles had been reversed and he’d been texting from her audience. She did in fact put her phone away, keen not to miss a second of Harry’s performance, especially not now that her brain seemed to have come back online.
Harry returned to the stage to sing Sign of the Times. This gave Y/N a glimpse of the vulnerable Harry she’d gotten to know behind closed doors, and got her excited to see Harry for another, completely non-sexual reason.
But with Kiwi closing out the show, there was no hope really. Y/N was gonna have to climb Harry like a tree.
With the ~lights up~, Y/N said bye to her friends, who were headed off to a party elsewhere in the city. That done, she made her way to the security guard who was there to take her backstage.
In the wings, Harry was surrounded by a crowd of crew and bandmates. Y/N leaned against a wall and watched as they clamoured around him, happy to watch him in his natural habitat for a few minutes. She could hear people congratulating him on the new song, and felt a hot rush of smugness flow through her body.
Harry was speaking when he spotted her, and Y/N watched as he stumbled over his words for a second, eyes locked on hers for just a moment. He recovered quickly and apologised to whoever he was talking to and finished what he’d been saying. As they replied, Harry’s eyes slipped back to Y/N.
Other times - because staring at each other across a room seemed to be their main occupation - she would have seen Harry stifle a grin, maybe risk mouthing a few words to her. But not this time. Now, Harry’s eyes were filled with a look she’d seen before, back when they were alone in that dance studio.
“I’m gonna show Y/N around the venue,” Harry announced to the people around him. “She’s thinking of playing here soon.”
He walked over to her and extended his hand for a handshake, keeping up the pretense of professionalism. Quite how a handshake of all things could make Y/N feel week at the knees, she wasn’t sure, but it sure did.
“That was the worst excuse I’ve ever heard,” Y/N muttered.
“Well I can barely think right now, so I think it was quite a good excuse given the circumstances,” Harry said.
“Fair enough then, I’ll let you off this time,” she said dropping his hand at last. “But only if you get your mouth on me in the next thirty seconds,” she whispered, leaning towards his ear.
Harry’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “Better start this tour with my dressing room, yeah?”
“There better be a lock, Mr Tour Guide.”
“Oh there is, don’t you worry.”
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Face-claim is the musician Chinchilla.
I hope yall like this part! the previous part was a total flop haha but this one has a bit more meat to it!
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omg Kai we're like opposites then! I'm like... I try to put a tough persona outside but if someone so much as say like "I didn't like your rice" i will almost cry and be sad all day dsnkgjfnd. Ah but imagine something! Diluc is loved by everyone! Everyone in Mondstadt loves him and WILL glare at whoever drunk cause trouble in the tavern, then imagine: (everyone already met Diluc) -Zhongli walks into the tavern to spend time with Diluc, only to ALWAYS forget his wallet to the point his tab is as big as Ventis, and no one is dense here Mister Sir Zhongli everyone knows what you're trying to do! And now suddenly, every time he tries to chat with Diluc, someone interferes to either chat with him or with Diluc. -Ayato has planned 10 steps ahead, nothing can go wrong! But his feelings may be genuine but a plan is still a plan and there's just something wrong in the way this guys acts. Every time he feels a glare in his back and the tavern is always getting more and more crowded the only time he is there, and everyone is suddenly demanding Diluc's attention. -Childe is a F Fatui!! He is simply not allowed to even breath the tavern's air! and DID HE JUST FLIRT WITH DILUC?? Oh no 10x, not in anyone watch! suddenly the time Childe goes to the tavern everyone provokes him to always get on his nerves and get him kicked out the moment a fight almost breaks out. -And then there's a table in a corner with Rosaria and Kaeya always waiting the time any of them walks in to have a good laugh and bet on who will be next: the big oni that came with Ayato? Or perhaps his housekeeper that also came with him? The little angry guy with green hair that accompanied Zhongli one time? -And there's Diluc feeling a headache forming because he knows there's something going on but can't exactly pinpoint what. I offer this little brain rot of mine, I only managed to have Childe, Zhongli and Ayato tho haha. ~S
lol. Yeah, I'm a lot tougher than I look. I tend to surprise a lot of people. But I also have a tendency to bottle shit. And I never look as stressed as I actually am. Actually, when my YOUNGER brother and I go for adult Drinks, I always get carded while... my brother doesn't
Anyway! Diluc harem. And people fighting for Diluc. (and I'll briefly mention the Diluc fan club I joked about a while ago with Diluc having a Teruhashi-like fan club)
It would be funny with these trying to go after Diluc because Childe and Ayato would fail a lot as they would flirt, and it would ZOOOOM right over Diluc's head. As he tends to take things too literally.
Zhongli would then be a little smug as he gets a nice chat with the bartending but ultimately has his hopes and dreams crushed. When Venti makes Zhongli realizes that They didn't really have a conversation and Diluc was politely listening... like a good bartender.
Then we have the Chief Alchemist, who flies under the radar but ends up being the closes.
Itto probably is the most forward, but he's also a little dumb. So he tends to invite Diluc to "Hang out."
Thoma has the most support, and Kaeya is always secretly rooting for him because Thoma is the only one Kaeya can tolerate. But Thoma and Diluc have both firmly diluted themselves into the friend zone.
Xiao is rare. He hardly appears at Angel's share, but when he does he is always there to check to see if Diluc is ok. Diluc plays it off as a friendly concern not releasing how unlike Xiao this is.
And If you put them together, I love the idea of them having little fights. Where you have little alliances forming, like Zhongli and Xiao helping each other. Itto's got his whole gang supporting him. Thoma's got most of the Mondstadt crowds' support, but He's helping Ayato. Childe funny enough has the tsaritsa and Venti on his side just cause "it would make a good song" Albedo has Klee and Alice. Which arguably is the most powerful team. Then Ayato has Ayaka and Thoma.
Or You know all of them band together and make a fan club. Like they join with the goal of making Diluc happy, but each wants him to themselves.
#anon S#diluc harem#Chiluc#Albeluc#Zhongluc#Ayatoluc#ayaluc#Ittoluc#thomaluc#Xiaoluc#childe#tartaglia#albedo#albedo kreideprinz#zhongli#ayato#kamisato ayato#itto#thoma#xiao
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Can I request D 14 with Levi and fem!reader plz and thx <33
(I'm 18! If you'd like extra proof I can show u some ID haha)
Attention gets you in trouble
Levi x f!reader
Warnings: Facefucking, choking, Sir kink if you squint, and Hair pulling (let me know if I missed anything)
Word count: 980
Today had been a long day for you and Levi and for some reason you were determined to make his life a living hell today. You decided while you were at a friendly dinner that it’s best to tease him.
And boy were you in for it from the feather-light touches against his chest and the nape of his neck to the rough squeezes to his cock under the table. A particular squeeze caused him to jolt and hit his knee under the table gathering everyone’s attention.
Hange speaks out first “You ok Levi” through gutted teeth he lets out a forced “I'm fine” So everyone went back to eating catching his warning glare to anyone that may try and ask any other further questions.
Timeskip 2 hours
You continued to tease him under the table as if you didn’t get his death glare he was sending your way. Sooner or later he got impatient and snatched you out of your chair by your wrist. Gathering the attention of the others as they watched you get snatched out of the room, Anna they whispered amongst themselves.
Erwin was first to break the heavy silence. “You think she’ll live this time.” Next Hange spoke “ let’s hope so she has a mission Friday” “oh well let’s wish her the best”
You were being dragged out of the house and ordered to get in the car. When you watched him through your mirror walk to his side of the car. You were so focused on thinking about your punishment that you didn’t notice he got in the car.
He leaned over to where you were and whispered in your ear “ Baby why did you act in such a manner” “ Because “ you replied with an attitude only to help feed his frustration.
He chuckled in irritation and gave you a short “ok”
Which led you to the idea that you were in severe trouble whenever he replied with a short answer. As he was driving you looked over at him to see him gripping the steering wheel and his knuckles were white. That our fear into your stomach and also made your core clench at the slight action.
Time skip 15 minutes
He just started to pull into the driveway and the fear finally started getting to you as it should have before. He got out of the car and slammed his door behind which caused you to jump from the loud noise in your eardrums.
You slowly unbuckled your seat belt trying to give you more time to stall. Until your door went flying open and an angry Levi stood in your way. “ Let’s Go now” he gave you a warning look which caused you to speed up your actions until he grabbed your upper arm and yanked you out of the car. You gasped at this action.
He slammed the door behind you and dragged you to the door ahead that he’d be waiting to take you to. He unlocked the door in a rush which left you slightly frightened. When he finally got the door open he closed and slammed the door and you were pushed down onto your knees. “Wanted to be a whore at dinner instead of eating your fucking food, hm?”
You nodded your head no which caused him to be slightly angry with you because even you knew what you had done this time. He gripped onto the back of your head and pulled your head back and spoke while his words slurring together from frustration “ Oh really you weren’t touching me under the table trying to be a whore for my attention” Whimpered at the tight grip on your hair.
“Alright fine let’s make you a little cock slut” He released the grip on your hair and finally he unbuckled his pants with such furious and agitating speed that let you know you were in for it. When he finally finished unbuckling his pants he groaned at the cold air hitting his cock.
His cock wasn’t super long but it has a nice girth that will stretch you well with a pretty pink tip. “Open,” he said through gritted teeth and you easily obliged because why wouldn’t you. He slapped the tip of his cock onto your tongue and next shoved his cock down your throat.
He started rutting his hips vigorously into your face and his pubic hair brushed against your nose when he pushed your face down more onto his cock. You gagged and he spoke, “ Wanted to be a little slut but can barely fit my cock into that slutty little mouth of your, hm?”
You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and mascara dripping down your face. “Fuck you look so pretty taking my cock into your little mouth,” he said through gritted teeth as he continued hammering into your face as his life depended on it.
“ Want sir to cum in your mouth or your face, hm?” You nodded your head furiously and tried to speak but immediately choked and he took the chance to push your face down to the base of his cock.
You felt his warm cum go down your throat. He pulled his cock out and ordered “Open your mouth baby” he next forced his fingers down your throat and watched you choke around his fingers while tears started to run down your face once again. He pulled fingers out and gave a stern “Swallow” and you immediately obliged due to the fear of him being so stern.
When you finished he pulled you up by your upper arm and saw you dripping down your legs. You blushed in embarrassment and looked down at your feet.
“Oh this is going to be eventful” He last stated with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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hi :) first of all! good morning and i hope u have a nice day,, ily lots bestie <3 but um for research purposes can i ask what this is and where do u read it skdjfjwj
*pulls out powerpoint presentation* IM GLAD YOU ASKED, ZALY
explanation for my current fixation under the cut cuz yes i do know i get noisy when it comes to stuff i like,,,,, AND I ADORE TGCF OK I LOVE HUALIAN WITH ALL MY HEART
as you may have noticed, i've been babbling about something called tgcf recently,,,
heaven official's blessing (tian guan ci fu) is a chinese novel by mxtx that has been adapted to a manhua (comic) and a donghua (animation)! season 2's release date hasn't been announced yet, but we do know it's in production.
the manhua looks like this, drawn by our lord and savior STARember:
and the donghua like this:
hover hand bc chinese censorship is strict 🙃
synopsis:
Eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian was the Crown Prince of the Xian Le kingdom. He was loved by his citizens and was considered the darling of the world. He ascended to the Heavens at a young age; however, due to unfortunate circumstances, was quickly banished back to the mortal realm. Years later, he ascends again–only to be banished again a few minutes after his ascension.
Now, eight hundred years later, Xie Lian ascends to the Heavens for the third time as the laughing stock among all three realms. On his first task as a god thrice ascended, he meets a mysterious demon who rules the ghosts and terrifies the Heavens, yet, unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this demon king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.
when they say a very long time, they're not kidding
you can see english translations of the novel here! i read chapters 1-25 from sakhyulations then 26-40 from deep dream translations. the whole novel has actually already been translated by yummysuika, but they took down their translations because tgcf is getting an official english release (you can get pre-orders now! im also saving up money to buy the physical book ughh) but if you search hard enough, you can find the whole novel (244 chapters + a few extras)
i recommend watching the animation first, then read the novel if you want to know what happens next (preferably from the beginning, the novel explains more details compared to the donghua)
the comic is a bit ahead of the animation, but i reckon you wouldn't be too happy to see the exact same events play out in three different mediums, so i recommend leaving that for last when you're left empty after finishing the novel and you're desperate for more content haha
i guarantee you that this book is fantastic. the story just pulls you in with the interesting plot and loveable characters (xie lian is one of my favorite protagonists ever) the romance is super good! you can see how much the main couple loves each other *sobs uncontrollably* and it's not just there for fan service, their relationship is very important to the story and UGH DAMN IT I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY-
a few words of warning: it's... angsty. like hella. it burns. it stabs you in the gut when you least expect it. heck, it stabs you even when you expect it. it hurts a damn lot. it's got a happy ending (according to other people, i'm still in book 3) but the road towards it is thorny.
also it has some body horror (in the novel, the donghua doesn't show much). not very explicit but it can gross you out if you're squeamish.
tldr: Y'ALL SHOULD GO READ IT, COWARDS
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here’s to us
Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader
Genre: Enemies To Lovers (with a twist)
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: You hate Harry more than you’ve ever hated anyone else, and he feels the same (or does he?). The people around you see the interactions that the two of you have and believe that you’re a match made in heaven, but you can’t see it, and you doubt he can either. When he’s the last option to help you with a project that you’re working on, things are either going to go very well, or they're going to crash and burn.
Warning(s): alcohol, cursing, kink talk, angst, sadness, innuendos, tension, a set of lovers trying to convince two people that they’re meant for one another, fluff
A/N: this was originally a piece written for a writing challenge but that’s been cancelled (i love u liv take your time i will still participate in any and every wc you ever do bb) so this is now just another piece haha!! Thank you to @tbslenthusiast and @harrysclementines for letting me know that this piece wasn’t as bad as i thought it was (literally forever ago like.... i wrote this a long time ago lmao)!!! Also thank you to @kiwismoon for letting me send you parts of the fic and scream about how much i hate myself for writing things like i did!!!
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*
Relaxing.
That’s what you were supposed to be doing tonight. You’ve been stressed out about the article that was due in less than a week and you were in need of a night out with your friends. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the inspiration to write the piece. Plus, you had been completely swamped with your school work. Even though you were still in college, you had gotten a job as a writer and chosen to take online classes.
Sarah had suggested that you and her go out and have a few drinks. That had quickly developed into you, her, and Mitch. Then your ‘friend’ Michelle was added into the mix.
Now, you’re standing at the bar, waiting for your next shot of tequila and wondering how you let Sarah talk you into this. You hate bars. In all honesty, you only hate them because someone always seemed to mess up your nights when they were drunk. Luckily, that someone isn’t here tonight. You had made it abundantly clear to Sarah that if she were to invite anyone, it better not include him.
As the bartender hands you your shot, you down it and place the glass down on the bar. You wait for him to retrieve it before turning to walk back to the table that Sarah, Mitch, and Michelle are occupying. Right before you sit down next to Sarah, you catch a glimpse of a very particular head of curls. Your stomach drops at the sight, and you immediately feel the urge to exit the building. There’s no way that you could mistake that for anyone else but Harry. He’s the only person that has curls as seemingly perfect as that. Plus, he’s the only broad shouldered, muscular, tattooed man that you’d ever seen around here with hair that’s grown out to the point where it passes his shoulders.
Fighting the instinct to be as far away from him as possible, you sit down next to Sarah and do your best to ignore his presence.
That lasts all of three seconds. It’s as if something is pulling your focus towards him, and you can’t stand that, so you quickly tell Sarah that you’re going to head out. Grabbing your coat, you give her a story about suddenly having inspiration and not wanting to lose it before offering to take her almost empty cup back to the bar. She nods, wishing you a farewell.
As you’re making your way over to the bar, someone knocks into you and the small amount of liquid left in Sarah’s cup splashes onto your chest. You scoff, turning to tell whoever bumped into you to watch where they’re going. You’re met with a pair of piercing green eyes, and suddenly your words get caught in your throat. All you manage is a scoff and a quick “fuck you” before handing him the cup and walking out.
You stand outside of the bar, leaning up against the brick wall of the building as you order an Uber for the ride home. The stench of alcohol is radiating from your shirt, and you almost gag at the smell. Beer has never been your favorite, and you have absolutely no clue how Sarah can drink it.
You place the order and go to stand on the sidewalk to wait for the car to pull up.
“Fancy seeing you here.” The voice seems to carry through the entire street.
“What the fuck do you want, Harry?” you snap. The chuckle that he releases at your words makes your blood boil.
“Just wondering why you’re avoiding me, love.” You don’t have to turn to know that he has a smirk plastered on his face.
“Do you have a degradation kink or something?” Your words have their desired effect as he all but chokes on the air.
“Um, no. Why? You trying to turn me on, darling?” You roll your eyes.
“Absolutely not.” How can he be so fucking annoying all the time? “I’m just wondering why you continuously pester me after I tell you how much of a dick you are and that I absolutely cannot fucking stand you.”
“Because normally when you do that, you find some way to compliment me. And I think it’s funny how flustered you get when you realize what you said.” You hear him walk closer to you, but you keep your eyes locked straight ahead of you.
“So you have a praise kink.”
When he speaks, his breath hits your ear. Fuck, you didn’t know he had gotten that close. You have to fight the shiver that’s threatening to run down your spine. You can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s having any kind of effect on you. “Do you want to test it out?”
You scoff, stepping away from him. “You fucking wish, Harry.”
He hums. “Maybe, maybe not.”
You finally turn to him. After seeing him, though, you begin to regret your decision. Seeing him like this, in a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, hair forming his face in the most perfect way, isn’t doing you any good.
“I’m not going to be your temporary fix, Harry. Go find someone else to give you a good time.” He puts on an exaggerated pout. “I don’t even like you as a friend, so stop fucking around like that. It pisses me off.”
Before he can say anything else, your Uber arrives and you check the plates before getting in the backseat and shutting the door, effectively blocking him out.
What he would have said if your Uber hadn’t pulled up, though, is something that Harry decides you’ll never get to know. Because just when he was about to say, “I’d want you to be more than temporary,” you found a way to break his heart yet again.
*
The Uber driver has continuously given you looks since you got into the car. His nose scrunched up the moment that you closed the door, and honestly, you can’t blame him. You smell like cheap beer and probably look like an absolute mess. He’s most likely just checking to make sure that you don’t look like you’re about to throw up all over his backseat.
You roll your eyes, trying your best to ignore him. It’s not even your fault that you’re like this right now, it’s Harry’s.
Harry, who you absolutely despise with every bit of your being. He’s been an arrogant, selfish dick since the very day that you met. He only cares about things when they include them, constantly dropping comments about his success, and always finding a way to insert himself into any and every situation. You can’t seem to get away from him. He seems to be around no matter what you try (at first, you thought it was a coincidence, but now you’re convinced that he just does it to get on your nerves).
Harry, who’s so fucking annoying and unbearable but also so hot that he makes your mouth all but water. He can draw a reaction from you without even trying. Harry, who you’re so fucking attracted to despite hating him, and that fact makes you hate him even more.
It shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn’t be attracted to someone that makes your blood boil.
I’m just drunk, you repeat to yourself as you push the thought of Harry as far out of your mind as you possibly can.
*
You groan as you walk out of the kitchen.
“Y/N you know I’m right!” Sarah yells after you. “Stop trying to avoid it.”
Plopping down on Sarah’s black faux leather couch, you roll your eyes even though she can’t see it. “You’re delusional, Sarah!”
She doesn’t say anything until she comes into the living room and sits on the couch next to you. She has a bowl of chips in her hands. When you go to grab one, she pulls the bowl from your reach.
“Admit it, you and Harry would be absolutely great together.” You could scream. She’s so adamant about the idea, but there’s no way that she could be right.
“Dude, we hate each other. What do you mean? What do you expect from us in a relationship if we can’t even be in the same room together for more than a few minutes without arguing.” She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
“I know, I know! But Y/N, come on. The two of you are so compatible.” You laugh at her words. How could she possibly think that when she sees the way the two of you interact.
“How so?” you ask, just to entertain her theory and let her get her thoughts out.
“Okay, hear me out. You both like music, right? He sings, you write songs. That’s literally perfect right there, even if you were just friends.” You nod, not saying anything. “You’re always talking about how you want to do hair and nails and stuff for your friends and I know that he’d let you paint his nails and play with his hair.” You had in fact been telling her these things, but you weren’t aware that she would choose to use them to try and set you up with Harry. “You’re both really funny and smart. You guys talk about a lot of the same things, too. It’s just never when you’re around each other.”
“Alright, yeah, that makes some sense.” She perks up slightly but you hold a finger up, motioning for her to wait a moment before getting her hopes up. “It makes sense, but you’re forgetting a few things. I couldn’t write songs for, or even with, Harry. He’d find something wrong with him just like he does now. He’d nitpick them until there was nothing that I could find about the song that he didn’t hate.” You sigh, thinking back to what she had just said. “We’d have to be too close to each other for me to mess around with his hair or nails and you know that every time we get within a few feet of each other, there’s some kind of fight that always gets started,” you trail off, giving her a chance to speak.
“Are you going to give me a reason why the last example of why you’re perfect for each other is incorrect?” She groans when you nod.
“Yeah, actually. We may like the same things and be funny and smart or whatever, but there’s no way that we’d be able to talk to each other.”
“Why?”
“His communication issues.” She throws her head back and obnoxiously groans.
“He doesn’t have communication issues.”
You burst out laughing. “He’s an Aquarius. Of course he does, right on top of those commitment issues.”
She rolls her eyes at you. “Whatever, Y/N. One of these days you’re going to understand that the two of you are quite literally a match made in Heaven.”
“Not likely,” you mumble before reaching for the remote and finding a movie to put on.
*
“Wait, what?” Mitch is looking at Harry like he’s grown a second head.
“You guys were right. Always have been, really, I just couldn’t say it before now.” Harry gulps, waiting for the ‘I told you so.’ It doesn’t come, though.
“Fuck, dude, I’m so sorry.” Harry shrugs it off.
“Not letting it get to me anymore. I’m tired of letting her break my heart.” He curses himself when tears begin to line his eyes.
“If I had known you really felt that way I would have backed off.” Harry nods at his words. “Sarah would’ve too.”
“It’s fine, Mitch, really. I just, I’m just tired, you know? It’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling me to her but every time I try to get close she shows me, yet again, that she can’t stand me.” He’s never been ashamed to show his feelings, and right now isn’t when he’s going to start. He lets his tears fall down his face as he leans back against the chair he’s sitting in.
“I really didn’t know, H. Normally I can tell when you like someone but it wasn’t like that this time.” Harry nods at him.
“You get pretty good at hiding your feelings when you’re hiding heartbreak after heartbreak.” He’s silent for a moment. “Should I cut off my hair?”
“If you want. But don’t do it just because you’re sad or you’ll regret it.” Harry closes his eyes as he debates the decision. A part of him wants to do it anyway, make the sadness go away for a moment as the exhilaration of a new haircut sinks in, but the rational part of him knows that Mitch is right.
As he sits there with tear stained cheeks, new droplets wetting his face every few seconds, he really wishes that he could hate you. He wishes that he could find anything to hate about you. But when he searches his brain for a reason to dislike you, he comes up empty. It’s frustrating, really. You seem to hate everything about him while he can’t hate a single thing when it comes to you.
He hears Mitch get up, presumably to go get something to eat, but he doesn’t open his eyes. There are a million memories with you flashing through his mind and it hurts him even more to know that every single one of them have been bad.
*
“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Your voice is high pitched, some would even say a little whiny. “Sarah, you promised me that you’d sing the song for me.”
“I know, Y/N. But something urgent came up with Mitch’s family and I have to be there.” Even over the phone, you can hear how worried that she is, so you can’t really bring yourself to be upset with her.
“It’s fine, Sarah. Really, I understand.” You hear her sigh of relief and a small smile graces your face, glad that she now has one less thing to worry about. “I’ll just find someone else to do it.”
“Ask Harry.” She suggests.
“Why would I do that?” The way your mood changed was immediate and it’s almost sad, how fast he gets you worked up.
“Because, Y/N, this project is due in like two days and he’s available.” She says in her duh voice. “Plus, he can sing really well, so just ask him. The worst thing he can say is no.”
“That’s a lie. The worst thing he can say is yes.” Sarah laughs before wishing you good luck and hanging up.
You groan, thinking about what Sarah said. She’s right, honestly. There’s nobody else that you’re going to find on such short notice, especially not one that can sing as good as Harry can. Admitting to yourself that you need him (which is something you never thought you’d say), you pick up your phone and click on his contact.
“Y/N?” His voice sounds deeper than usual, a little raspier, too. Almost like he just got out of bed. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have an effect on you, the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth when he sounds like that.
“I need your help.” You grimace at the words.
“Alright. What do you need.” Your mind races, trying to figure out why he didn’t have a sarcastic comment or a snarky remark to throw at you. You ignore it for now, though.
“I need you to sing a song that I wrote for a project.” He hums, and you can picture him pulling his bottom lip between his fingers and then running his hand through his curls.
“Okay, when do you need me?”
“Does tomorrow work? Around noon?” You hold your breath as you hope for the best.
“Yeah, I’ll be at your place then.”
You thank him and hang up, letting your phone fall from your hand down onto the couch. Harry Styles, the man that you swear you hate, is coming to your house tomorrow.
*
When he arrives the next day, you almost immediately hand him the song and let him read over it, not necessarily wanting to spend any more time with him than needed. When he says he has a few suggestions, you’re terrified that he’s going to tell you how awful he is, but he actually only has a few suggestions to help with the flow of things. Besides that, he promises that it’s a really good song.
You go to grab your camera and set it up while he strums on the guitar that he brought. Once you’re ready to begin filming, he sets the paper with the lyrics on it to the side and nods.
He begins singing after the camera has started recording and you get entranced by him almost immediately. His eyes close as soon as the first word leaves him mouth and with them shut you feel much more comfortable while looking at him. His hair is flowing all around him and you have the intense urge to tuck the strands behind his ears. There’s a small crease between his brows, that of which she wants to smooth out with a kiss to his forehead. He seems so concentrated, and something about it pulls at her heartstrings.
You shake your head. He’s your enemy, remember? you think to yourself as you divert your eyes to somewhere else in the room.
After you’ve looked away you find yourself wondering why. Why do you hate Harry so much, really? Yeah he can be arrogant and cocky and rude but who isn’t? Yeah he talks about his famous life and his awards and chart placements a lot, but you would do the same in his shoes.
Plus, he really is pretty funny now that you stop to really think about it. He’s all the things that Sarah had told you over the past few months, and you can’t believe that you didn’t realize until now. You don’t hate Harry, you’ve been convincing yourself that you do to hide the way that you really feel about him.
You’re broken from your thoughts when he clears his throat. Once you turn to him, there’s a smirk on his face. “Could feel you watching me, love.”
Your cheeks burn at the statement. Regardless of the truth in it, you’re still not very keen on admitting that you were ogling him only minutes prior.
“It’s alright, I find myself looking at you sometimes, too.” You don’t say anything to that, and the room falls quiet.
With that stupid smirk, that’s way too hot for it to natural and fair, he picks up his keys and his coat and walks to your front door. “See you later, sweetheart.”
You raise your hand in a pathetic half wave goodbye and try your best to smile. As he opens the door, cold air sweeps through the room and you can see the snowflakes falling outside. “Great, there’s a storm.” He groans, but still continues to walk out the door.
“Harry, wait!” He stops, turning to face you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Um… leaving?” He gestures towards his car that’s most likely covered in snow by now.
“Not in this weather you’re not.” Your voice grows hard as you glare at him. You know that he’d most likely rather not be around you, but there’s not a chance in hell that you’re going to allow him to risk his life by driving home.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t put up a fight, he just shuts the door and shrugs his coat back off. He hesitantly comes back over to take a seat on the couch. You stay silent, struggling to find the words to say.
“So, um, do you want to watch something?” He asks after a few minutes of nearly unbearable silence.
“Yeah, I’ve been watching Lucifer on Netflix, but if you don’t want to watch that, we can watch a movie or something.” You offer, looking over at him.
“Yeah, we can watch that.” You grab the remote from the table and walk over to sit next to him on the couch.
Pulling up Netflix and starting Lucifer, you let your eyes wander to Harry for a split second before noticing that he’s already looking at you. You immediately divert your gaze. Your cheeks begin to heat up, but you try your best to ignore it.
*
After watching almost an entire season of Lucifer, you’re just about ready to go to bed. You’ve gotten increasingly more comfortable beside Harry and you’ve even started to lean into him slightly. Not a single part of your body is touching yours, but you can tell that you’ve gotten closer.
You’re about to get up and brush your teeth when the lights go out. You groan, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. “Great, power’s out.”
He doesn’t say anything, just hums in response.
“Stay where you are. I know where the candles and the flashlight is, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to get around.” You stand up, feeling your way through the living room towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinet closest to the wall, you pull out the three candles and the flashlight. Fuck, you forgot that there are only two candles. That’s not enough for there to be one in the hallway on the table, in the bathroom, and in the living room for Harry. And fuck, your extra blankets are in the washer.
You shake your head, lighting the candles and walking to the bathroom to place one down, and then through to the hallway to do the same. Making your way back to the kitchen, you pick up the flashlight and switch it on.
Once you reach the living room again, you clear your throat. “Okay, bad news. There were only two candles, and they need to be in the hallway and the bathroom.” You cough awkwardly. “Also, my extra blankets are dirty and I don’t want you to lay out here in the dark and freeze to death so,” your voice gets quieter, “do you maybe wanna come lay with me?”
He chokes on his spit and then clears his throat. “Um, yeah, yeah, sure. If that’s okay with you, of course. Remember, I can always go home.” You shake your head as his words.
“Nonsense, come on.”
Once the two of you are in your room, you climb into your bed and wait for Harry to do the same. Neither of you say a word as you get comfortable as you try to get to sleep. Without the heater working and there only being one blanket, though, it’s a little hard to stay warm and comfortable. “Um, Harry, I- can I- you- can we maybe… fuck I don’t know.”
You feel him turn towards you. “Are you cold, love?”
“Yeah.”
He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, letting you lay your head on his chest and wrap yourself up in his embrace. His arms come to wrap around you and one hand finds its way to your hair as the other rests on your hip.
As you bask in his warmth, you try your best to not let yourself think about the way that you feel so perfectly comfortable in his arms. About how he smells so divine and he’s so warm that you’d be content with never leaving his embrace. About how, without even realizing it, you’ve been letting yourself believe that you hate Harry when really you’re in love with him. However, you’ll never tell him that. Not a chance. If there’s one thing that you absolutely will not do, it’s let Harry Styles break your heart.
*
When you open your eyes the next morning, you’re still in Harry’s arms. He isn’t awake yet, so you let yourself appreciate the way that his hair is tickling your face and the way that his arms are holding you tightly to his body. You let yourself enjoy the way that he’s got ahold of you like he can’t bear to lose you.
You know that when he opens his eyes, everything is going to go back to normal. You’ll have to hate him again and he’ll pretend that none of this ever happened. That thought shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does.
You’re broken out of your thoughts by his voice. “Mornin’, love. Did you sleep well?”
You nod, all but entranced in the way that his voice is so much raspier when he first wakes up. “Sorry for being all over you, it was cold last night.”
You go to move away from him, but he keeps you hugged to him. “Don’t apologize, like having you here, dove.” The words confuse you, but you don’t question them. Instead, you let yourself relax back into him.
Everything is silent for a few minutes, but the air is comfortable this time. “Do you wanna go get some coffee if the roads aren’t bad?” Harry whispers.
“Yeah, sure.”
The two of you climb out of bed and get ready for the day. You let him use an extra toothbrush and once you brush through your hair, you hand the tool to him. He gives a small “thanks” and gets to work on taming his hair as you walk out of the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he’s walking towards the living room with his keys and then he’s leading you out the door to his car.
The ride to the coffee shop is silent besides the hum of the radio, neither of you really knowing what to say.
Once the two of you slide into a booth at the little diner that he drove you to, you order a coffee and something as he does the same.
“So, tell me about yourself, Y/N. I don’t really know much about you.”
You hesitate for a moment, trying to figure out what to tell him.
“I write. My job is to write articles for this company. But I’m still in school technically, so I’m taking online classes to finish getting my degree. I like songwriting. Um, I think that’s about it.” Your cheeks heat up as you tell him about yourself, although none of the things that you’re listing are embarrassing.
“Why haven’t you ever talked about your songwriting before?” He ponders, placing his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand.
“Um, you hate me. Or.. hated me? I don’t know. I don’t want you to tear it apart just because you’re some hotshot writer. Or because you hate me.”
He pulls back, looking down. “Never hated you.”
“What?” You had to have heard that wrong.
“Ever stop to think why I was only rude when you got rude first?”
Your jaw drops as you think it over. “No, um, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, well. I never hated you.”
“So, you’re telling me that I hated you and you just… never hated me?” He grimaces.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
He offers you a soft smile. “It’s fine.”
Throughout the next few hours, you sit there with Harry and talk about any and everything that comes to your mind. He pays for the bill, although you insist on letting you help. As you’re walking out to his car and he’s about to drive you home, he stops. “Um, hey would you maybe want to hang out some more?”
The question takes you by surprise, but you agree nonetheless. “Yeah, I actually would really like that.”
He nods, climbing into the car as you smile to yourself.
*
It’s been six months since you made Harry stay over at your house because of that pesky snowstorm, and you’ve never been more thankful for the weather.
You’ve spent the majority of your time together, going out to eat when possible and staying over at your house most nights. His is too big, as you’ve always said, so for the simple sleepovers, you insisted that he came over to yours. You’ve grown closer and closer to him, and now you can confidently say that he’s your best friend.
Along with the growing friendship, your feelings have gotten deeper. There’s not a single part of you can deny that you’re absolutely, head over heels in love with Harry. And you don’t want to anymore. You still don’t want to tell him, but you’re no longer lying to yourself in the slightest.
Today is the only day thus far that you’ve even slightly regretted how close that you’ve become with Harry. And that’s because you’re currently standing at the airport, head buried into his chest as you try to find a way to say goodbye for the next six months.
“Don’t want you to go.” You whine as you hold him as close as you possibly can.
He murmurs a “fuck it” before pulling away from you.
“Come with me.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “I know, it sounds crazy. Absolutely ridiculous. But listen, we’ll go home, back to your place and we’ll pack your bags and then we’ll go. I’ll reschedule my flight. I- I can’t do this without you, Y/N.” He reaches up and runs a hand through his curls (which you’d begged him to let you braid, but he said it was easier to have it down for flights). “Listen, you’re my rock. I- I feel like I can breathe when you’re around me. Fuck, Y/N, I’m in love with you.”
You freeze, completely shocked by the words that fell from his mouth.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. That was stupid. Forget I ever said anything.” He’s rambling because he thinks there’s no way that you can feel the same but you do.
“I’m in love with you, H. Have been for a long time.” Before he can respond, you surge forward and grab his face in your hands. Bringing his face closer, you slot your lips with his and allow the kiss to envelop you. After a few moments, you pull back. “Let’s go home and get my bags packed.”
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Delicious (NSFW edition)
A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction taking place at the end of Ch. 13 in the romantic route. Approx. 1700 words of Fluff and Spice! Some spoilers maybe?
First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden
Previous: Tears of Joy
There were three things in this world Mitsuhide enjoyed above all else. One of them was a hot bath, and one of them was teasing his little mouse. To have both in one place at the same time was decadent.
Right this moment, his little one was sinking into the hot water, her expression one of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, cheeks faintly pink. A sheen of sweat covered her brow from the steam. She looked . . . delicious.
Of course, she chose the moment he licked his lips to open her eyes. “Mitsuhide! You - you’re staring at me!” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Little one, I’ve seen you naked several times now. Why are you suddenly shy?”
“I - you - I feel like a real mouse about to be eaten up by a very happy cat.”
“Kitsune,” Mitsuhide corrected.
She blinked. “What?”
“About to be eaten by a very happy kitsune.”
She giggled. “Yes, I guess that.”
“You have such a beautiful smile, my love.” He watched her expression shift from laughter to charmed surprise.
“I don’t know what to say when you say things like that.” She touched her face, where the bruise still discolored her skin. “Especially right now.”
Mitsuhide shook his head. “Silly little mouse. As if such a fading mark makes you any less.” He shrugged off his clothes and let them pool at his feet.
Whatever she had been about to say was reduced to a sharp exhale at his sudden nudity. Her eyes went wide as she tried to fix her gaze on a point somewhere above his chest.
“Is there something wrong?”
“N-no! No, of course not! You’re. Just. Naked. All the way. Naked.” She swallowed.
Mitsuhide grinned. “I did plan to bathe with you this time . . .” He *might* have posed himself to best display his . . . attributes. “Should I wait until you finish instead?”
She licked her lips and shook her head. “I - you - just get in and quit teasing me!”
“What fun would that be, little mouse?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. Perhaps never. He walked slowly to the edge of the tub, using his dancer’s grace to draw out the movement. It was worth every second to see the stain on her cheeks darken and the desire in her eyes grow.
He stepped into the wooden tub and sank down into the hot water. A little groan of pleasure escaped him as he felt the tension melt from his legs and back. “If there is a heaven, little mouse, this is in it.”
She smiled. “I wish I could introduce you to the baths in my time. And hot showers!”
“Mmm, perhaps one day. Your friend seemed to think these . . . warm-holes? Will come again.”
“Sasuke did say as much. I don’t know how sure he is though. I mean, what if we went to my time and got stuck? Or what if I went but it wouldn’t take you?” She chewed at her lip, anxious over all the possible things that could go wrong on such a trip.
It was too adorable, Mitsuhide thought, and put his arm around her. He pulled her next to him and placed a kiss on her head. “Don’t worry about things that are not problems. We have enough ahead of us.”
His little one laughed softly. “True enough. I’m sure Nobunaga and Hideyoshi will have plenty to say when we get home.”
“Yes, those two for certain. But I don’t want to talk about them tonight. Tonight . . . there is only you, and I.” Mitsuhide ran his hand down her back, glorying in her soft skin, and the way she leaned into his touch.
“Oh? Are we going to talk about us?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
He nodded. “We will. But first-” He settled his hands on her hips and lifted her around to sit in front of him. “Let’s enjoy our bath.” He cupped water in his hands and poured it over her hair, running his fingers through it. “I will start with the top of you, and work all the way to the bottom.”
She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling her little, wicked smile. “The bottom, hm?” And then she wiggled against him.
Mitsuhide couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his lips, or the sharp intake of breath that followed. He’d been hard when he got into the bath, but now he felt as if he might burst. The sensation of her naked skin rubbing his cock was like fuel to his flame. And she knew it. She was smiling more widely now, fully aware of the effect she had on him.
“Oh . . . little one . . . you will pay for that,” he breathed.
“Looking forward to it,” she replied, spoiling the bravado a bit by swallowing nervously after.
Though it was sheer torment to keep her pressed against him, Mitsuhide held her there as he first rinsed her hair. Then he rubbed her skin with fragrant herbs, gently removing the dust of their travel.
It was hard enough to wash her back, but when he turned her around, she used the moment to wrap her legs around his waist. Positioning herself deliciously atop his erection. He ached to be inside her, and wondered if his little mouse had any idea how much self control it took him not to simply . . .
She was laughing softly. Her eyes were merry and her smile was brilliant.
“Wicked little mouse. If I were any other man -” he growled low in his throat, letting his frustration show.
She leaned forward until her nipples brushed the skin of his chest. “Mitsuhide. I want you. You don’t need to hold back with me.”
And then he was kissing her. It wasn’t what he’d planned. Wasn’t the seduction he’d wanted to perform, but gods . . . she tasted so sweet. And she felt like silk. Her slick, warm fingers stroked his chest, his hip. Curled around his shaft. He thought he would die from the pleasure of it as she slid her hand slowly up, and then down again. His body shuddered against her.
Two could play at that though. If she wanted to bring him to the brink . . . He grabbed her breast in one hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers. His other hand slid down between her legs. He could feel how much she wanted him just by the heat from her.
The sound she made when he stroked her sweet pearl was half-gasp, half moan. He smiled, watching the way she trembled as he slid the pad of his thumb over her cleft again. Not that it helped his own situation. Touching her was torture. Like the sound of dripping water when you were mad with thirst.
She gave a raw cry of pleasure as he slipped his fingers inside of her, clenching tight on him as if she would hold him there. “M-my god . . . M-mitsu . . . hide - I - I -”
He might have said something then, taunted her a little, but she stroked him again, and whatever words he had were lost. He wanted to bury himself in her, to make her cry his name until she was hoarse from it. His fingers slid into her again and again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.
Gasping, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into position atop him.
“Ah-haha,” she gave a panting laugh. “Y-you d-didn’t beg me. Yet.” And then his little mouse - no! His little vixen - rubbed his cock between her legs, pressing him tight enough that he could feel her clench as if to pull him inside. She moaned as his shaft rubbed the hard pebble of her clit.
It was enough to drive him mad. This game she was playing . . . she wanted him to beg. Then for her, he would. “Please.” The word purred from his throat. “Please . . .” Low and hoarse and desperate.
She rose up, and then sank down onto his shaft. Her body shuddered and she let out a piercing cry of pleasure that went higher the deeper he went.
Mitsuhide was a proud man. He would have liked to draw this first time out - to ride her to completion several times before he found his own satisfaction. But the feel of her climaxing against him, the sound of her, the sight of her breasts . . . it was too much. After months of teasing himself with her, and taking no other woman to his bed, he couldn’t hold back.
“I love you,” she gasped, her hips rising and falling as she rode him.
He pulled her down to his lips, kissing her until their tremors subsided. “I love you too, little one,” he said when he could speak again. He felt so relaxed that he didn’t want to move. Not an inch. He liked having her perched on him, impaled. Her naked breasts floating in the hot water, brushing his chest. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes on him, and only him.
“We waited way too long for this. Just. Mmmmm . . .” She smiled.
Mitsuhide stroked her cheek. “I wanted to wait. I wanted to be sure that . . . that you wanted this. Me.”
She shook her head. “You have no idea how sure I am.”
“I think I might,” he smiled. Then his expression turned serious. “When we get back to Azuchi, I plan to ask Nobunaga for the right to marry you. I will make you my wife. Officially. In name and title . . . if . . . if you are willing.”
“Are you asking me to marry you, Mitsuhide Akechi?” She wiggled her hips, which made him gasp involuntarily.
“I am.”
“Then yes. If you promise me we’ll make love like this every night.”
Mitsuhide kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t promise you that.”
“What? Why not?”
He grinned. “Because I plan to make love to you in a thousand inventive ways. I plan to tease you until you beg for release. To pleasure you as an art form. One that I will master. This . . . tonight . . . this was only a beginning.”
“Mmmm, I think our beginning isn’t quite over,” she smiled. And she was right. He was ready for her again.
That night he began an intense study of this new art form. After the bath, they moved to the bench, then the desk and the wall, and finally . . .the futon. Spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms just as the light of morning began to peek through the window. It wasn’t near enough to wake the exhausted lovers.
Next: Hero's Welcome
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【 2 】 an old friend
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warning : slight angst, mention of character death (oc)
a/n : i’m adding an oc in here for y/n’s past revelation but idk if everyone can relate to it. i hope you won’t find it weird. i feel like i’ll messed this up haha.
walking down the pavement, watching dried orange leaves crunches under your shoes brought a content smile on him.
mitsuya held your hand, fingers intertwined in a perfect fit as he led you to your school. just like any other day, these little moments he gets to see you never fail to make him happy. but today, something just doesn't feel right.
noticing the way your lips tighten into a thin line, eyes lose focus even when you’re looking at his way. mitsuya lightly squeezes your hand to grab your attention, deciding that he should talk to you about it.
“something bothering you?” he said with his eyes still facing ahead, but his soft smile almost never seems to fade. it's always there for you.
you feel bad, grimaced at your poor attempt to hide these bubbling emotions in your chest. honestly, you aren’t quite ready to be confronted so soon.
but you know you had to say something now. because you know if you didn’t, and even if mitsuya-who is always patient and considerate- doesn't push you for answers, it still lingers in his head.
“i’m sorry,” no, that’s not what you want to say. but it feels right to do so.
mitsuya finally snapped his gaze on your troubled features. but no words coming out of him, still absorbing the shock of your apology for absolutely no reason.
“why? did you forget to do your homework again?” he joked with a deep chuckle after, hoping to lighten the heavy clouds in your headspace, only to find that it didn't work at all.
“what’s wrong?” he pried, with his body facing you this time.
he heard the school bell ring and it's just a few metres away. it's getting late, but he’d still wait for you. he always does.
“remember our date?” you whispered, eyes casted beneath the floor with no emotions.
“u-uh, yeah? this coming saturday. why?” he blinked at his own stuttering, still unsure where this conversation would be going.
you let out a breath, like you're mentally prepared for an important revelation. maybe it is, but you don’t know if mitsuya is ready to know.
“i...actually had plans. way before ours.”
“ah,” he slowly takes in your words before releasing a sigh of relief, chuckling while thinking that it's silly of you to be upset over something like that.
“it’s okay. we can make it to another day!” he reassured you, even though he was really excited about it. never a day has he forgotten his promise to you. it's small but he knows it means a lot to both of you.
“i’m sorry.”
“hey, it’s fine. no worries!” he placed his palm on your tensed shoulder, feeling his touch ease into your nerves, it always helps you stay grounded.
with your eyes shutted, you tell yourself you should stop now. just let it end here. it's not his fault that you're in this state. don't drag him into this. stop.
“i… have somewhere to go this saturday.” it slipped, but you don't want to know if it's unintentional at this point. your eyes turn stone cold for a moment, and it didn't go unnoticed by him.
“can you come with me?”
walking down a line of tombstones was never a pleasant experience, yet it felt too familiar to him.
mitsuya can't help but ponder who exactly you might be visiting as he slowly traced back the entire incident in his head.
he first thought you felt bad for cancelling the date. but that's not enough to cause remorse that disrupted your peace the entire week, right? somehow, mitsuya is not sure if he is ready to find out.
“hey, himari-chan” your voice was way below a whisper, almost dissolving into the winds but it woke him from his thoughts as he noticed you’d stopped walking.
mitsuya stood there, hands full with a bouquet of white lilies that you bought, lavender eyes trained on your agitated expression. wordlessly took note the way you addressed this person, it seems like she should be around the same age as you, if she's still alive.
“oh yeah, here.” you reached out to him, and he instinctively passed you the flowers. the smile he received from you, still pretty as ever, but also the hardest smile he has ever witnessed on you.
“and this is takashi. my boyfriend!” you stood up to sling your arms around his to pull him closer, holding him affectionately as you introduced him to this friend of yours. his fingertips brushed your scalp as you leaned your head against him, silently seeking comfort.
“i kept my promise, right?” your mood quickly fades into that melancholy state again ever since morning. and mitsuya doesn’t like that.
“i'm sorry.” another apology that he's confused. and he’d been wanting to console you but he couldn’t. not when you always slipped away before he could properly hold you.
“i thought of ditching you, you know! i have a date with takashi and you just ruined it.”
the words you spilled are unmatched with that big yet saddened smile you have as you ramble on. and he couldn’t bear to look at it. he wants to stop you. stop pretending that it didn't hurt.
“i don't mind bringing you along on our date.”
“takashi is really nice. i'm sure he doesn't mind.”
“he takes good care of me. he always thinks of me first.”
“if you met him, you're gonna be so jealous.”
mitsuya watched intently, listening to your little conversation, not caring about the fact you're only talking to a piece of stone with a name carved on it.
“if only you're...”
the same phrase he’d thought to himself when he’s reminded of an old friend that has passed. and all it takes was just that for him to know you’re still hurting.
crouching with your head down, crystal beads of tears start hailing down from your face until it hits the crunched orange leaves beneath. sniffles slowly turn into sobbing as you bury yourself away in between your knees.
mitsuya wants comfort you. he knows you need him. he just has to pull you into his embrace, kiss away your tears and whisper into your ears that everything is going to be okay.
but he’s just a second too late.
“that's why i hate delinquents”
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Why are you running?
(read on ao3)
Pairing: Hawks x gn!Reader
Rating: SFW
Warnings: bird traits/instincts
hawks/raptors have this instinct to chase and attack if you turn your back on them, so what if you accidentally trigger it 👀
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The sun was dipping low on the horizon, sending amber rays of light between the tightly packed skyscrapers. You shield your eyes from the light as you step out of the convenience store, your groceries in hand. After you take a moment for your eyes to adjust, you note a small crowd gathering just up the sidewalk from you. And from the center of it sprouts a large pair of crimson wings.
It’s a dead giveaway, those wings were plastered everywhere across the city, on billboards, on buses. There’s no escaping Hawks’ image.
As you watch on, the man himself suddenly hovers above his adoring fans, stretching out his impressive wing span leisurely. Leaving you with a perfect view of his wind tossed hair kissed with dying sunlight and a lopsided smile on his lips.
It makes your heart clench as you look on with awe. He’s so effortlessly beautiful it hurts to look at him. It’s also incredibly intimidating. How can those fans just talk to him like it’s nothing. You couldn’t even imagine.
Your staring must have caught his attention as suddenly his gaze turns and locks onto yours. You feel your stomach lurch, frozen with embarrassment. Hawks has the audacity to offer you a softer smile, making your cheeks heat up instantly.
Your brain screams at you to leave now. Your shyness urging you flee the unexpected attention. So you sharply turn your back to the crowd, and the gorgeous Pro Hero, and hurriedly make your escape.
Without consciously knowing why, you take a final glance over your shoulder. Even with Hawks’ signature visor over is eyes, you can see his pupils dilate, nearly completely blown black before constricting to tiny pin pricks in a split second. His smile has fallen from his face, leaving behind a cold blankness. A shiver runs through you and a cold sweat breaks out under your collar.
Your brain unhelpfully supplies, “Haha, I’m in danger!” Adrenaline courses through your veins and you run. A full sprint down the sidewalk in panic. It’s a ridiculous response in hindsight, but you’ve never seen such an inhuman look on Hawks’ face.
You barely make it a few feet before you feel a gust of wind behind you and suddenly your vision is nothing but red. Massive wings envelope you entirely as powerful arms lock around your waist, almost bruising in their strength. You’re dragged to your knees as the body behind you curls over your spine. You feel the prickle of stubble against your neck and jaw, hot puffs of breath against your skin. You’re utterly trapped.
All logical thoughts are thrown out the window with your heart thundering against your ribs. You don’t dare move a muscle.
An indiscernible amount of time passes before you hear a huffed laugh next to your ear, making you shudder.
“Well, isn’t this embarrassing, damn. I’m really sorry about all this. Are you alright?” Hawks says in a tight voice as he slowly releases you from his grip.
You’re shaking as you awkwardly stumble to your feet, Hawks aiding with a gentle, gloved hand on your elbow. When you finally get the courage to glance at his face, your heart does a somersault in your chest. A light blush dusts the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He has a hand behind his head sheepishly, using the other to steady you on your jelly-like legs.
“I haven’t done something like that since I was a teenager in training,” he admits, bashfulness coloring his voice.
“…and what was that exactly?” You finally find your voice, wincing inwardly at how shaken it sounds.
“Oh you know, like…bird stuff? Well, hawk stuff? Like predator instinct?” Hawks shifts from foot to foot, looking anywhere but you.
“Like...you thought I was prey?”
“No! No, it’s not like that. Well, I mean kind of. But not really? It’s hard to explain. You turned your back and I just…couldn’t help myself. I’m really sorry. Did I hurt you at all?” Seeing this level of uncomfortableness on Hawks was so jarring from how he normally carries himself in the public eye. It was like all of his confidence was parred away.
“I’m okay, really. Just gave me a fright, that’s all.” You’re really trying your best to sound casual, adding a weak laugh to hopefully defuse the tension.
He humors you, offering a half-hearted smile as he stoops down to gather up your groceries that you didn’t notice had spilled across the sidewalk.
"Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, I should be off. A hero’s job never stops.”
And with that he’s gone, taking off into the sky. You stand there dumbly on the sidewalk in shock for a few beats.
You then hear murmuring, whispering, and the click of photos being captured. Horrified, you realize Hawks’ fans were watching everything and recorded every second of it. You curse under your breath as you start rushing home, ignoring the growing crowd behind you. If Hawks wasn’t going to eat you alive, the internet certainly was.
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Get it together, Hawks. What the hell was that?
The winged hero cursed at himself with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow as he shot across the sky. He shouldn’t have done that. He was trained not to do that. The Commission pushed him hard to ignore the animalistic pull to hunt and another traits they deemed unsightly or dangerous. And he had gotten good at suppressing those instincts. He passed all of their tests and drills after years of intense training. He never had a slip up since starting his Pro career.
His mind was racing as he tried to pin point what made him react like that. Did he let his guard down? Got too comfortable in the moment?
He thought of the way you trembled in his arms, immobilized with fear. The thundering of your panicked heart and the quiver of your voice. A shiver crept down his spine, making his hair and feathers stand on end. He liked it. The thrill of it all lighting up parts of his brain long neglected.
A frustrated growl escaped his lips, lost to the roar of the wind around him. He really shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts, even for a moment. He felt gross.
He dug his phone from his pocket, sending a text to his PR manager. The least he could do was give them a heads up. Though pictures and videos of the whole incident were probably already circulating. His PR team had their work cut out for them, it was a seriously bad look for the hero.
Almost immediately after he sent the text his phone buzzed angrily with replies from his team and an incoming call from the Commission. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. It was going to be a long night.
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The days following were a nightmarish blur of embarrassment and anxiety. Your brief brush with Hawks was plastered across every social media platform. You couldn’t escape all of the memes and GIFs. You wanted nothing more than to blink from existence.
Most people thought the whole thing was funny, even wishing it was them tackled to the sidewalk by Hawks. Your coworkers teased you mercilessly, constantly asking if you at least got his number afterwards.
There weren’t many, but a few comments filled you with anger. They were using this to fuel for their hatred towards those with heteromorphic quirks. They claimed that this proved they were dangerous, nothing more than animals. Which, of course, was ridiculous.
But you did your best to keep your head down and ignore the notifications on your phone. You kept reassuring yourself that this would all blow over soon. And sure enough by the end of the week the internet was distracted by “leaked” selfies of Hawks in grey sweatpants, posing in front of a bathroom mirror.
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Hawks had just started an early morning patrol as he glided and weaved through the streets. He’d been taking on extra hours lately, finding it easier to distract himself on the job rather than staring at his bedroom ceiling. Who needed sleep anyway. If he stopped, all he could think about was you. The fear on your face. Your frantic pulse against his skin. Guilt gnawed away at him. He didn’t want to scare you, what type of hero would he be if he did.
Instead of dwelling on the thoughts eating at him, he focused on the streets below him. It was relatively quiet, only a scattering of people going about their lives. He swooped lower, maneuvering between lamp posts just for his own entertainment. He pulled up short abruptly, nearly smacking into one of them.
His heart lurched in his chest, recognizing you immediately as you made your way down the street. He had a little mental battle with himself. Half of him wanted to talk to you, just reassure himself that you were truly okay after all this madness. The other have was telling him to leave you alone, that he’d only made it worse.
After hovering awkwardly for a few moments he made his decision. He made a show of circling ahead of you before landing, trying not to startle you.
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Having Hawks appear in front of you was the very last thing you expected on your walk to work. You had convinced yourself that you’d never see him again and that, even if your paths crossed, he wouldn’t want to be seen with you.
Yet here he was, with a charming smile on his face and feathers gleaming in the sun.
You approach him cautiously, pulling out your earbuds. “Um, hi?” you start apprehensively, not sure what the hero could possibly want from you.
As you catch up to him he starts walking beside you, joining you on your commute. His wing stretches out behind you and curls around your side. Smart, you think. Even if the two of you catch someone’s eye, you were largely blocked from view.
It’s comfortably warm beneath his wing, with your shoulders brushing against each other as you walk. Your heart speeds up a little, being this close to him is a little overwhelming. Especially with the memory of him being pressed over you still fresh in your mind.
“So, I wanted to start over, if that’s alright with you. I don’t think I gave you the best first impression,” Hawks explains, his eyes fixed ahead.
“Definitely a memorable one,” you quip lightheartedly. You were more mortified by all of the unwanted attention. You knew deep down you were never in any real danger.
Hawks snorts, making you glance at him. You watch him roll his eyes. “Not my best moment. I’m really sorry I scared you so badly. I swear I’m not going to hurt you, or anyone.”
It makes you pause as you stare at the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t. And you didn’t even leave a mark. We can just say it was a...weird, unexpected hug. Leave it at that.”
Hawks’ gaze catches yours for a brief moment before looking away quickly, a serious look sliding onto his features. “You know that’s not what it was.”
“I know but...I’m not going to judge you for your bird stuff, or whatever it is. You’re still human. Even with the wings. We all have weird, awkward tendencies. I’m a mess of them too, and I don’t even have a Quirk. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.
“So don’t beat yourself up too much,” you say, gaining a bit of confidence the more you speak. “You’re not a monster.”
Silence stretches between the two of you, both lost in thought. You surprise yourself when you are the first to break it.
“Besides, I thought we were starting over. I’m y/n,” you begin, nudging his shoulder with your own as you offer him a warm smile.
“I’m Hawks, but you already knew that. Say, why don’t I treat you to some coffee. There’s this great little cafe not far from here. They have these pastries that are to die for. Trust me, you’ll love it!” The hero chatters away, with you still safely tucked away under his wing.
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"i promised i'd forget, but you're all i see when i dream the night away"
bang chan x reader
genre — drama!au
suggested background music: x
note: like i said - i put a lot of my life into writing. something similar to this happened to me today, and i'd like to think that music is getting me through it. i wanted to add more of a "post credits" scene for chan and o/c, but this is how my day is going and how this situation ends.
The world never felt so heavy.
You'd never thought that scrolling through social media could create this bleeding ring in your ears, yet somehow here you are, unable to look at your phone. The photo you stumbled across had already been burned into your memory. There were times when you could forget what song you'd just listened to, and yet this one image had suddenly been burned, a permanent nightmare in your mind.
Your ex looked happy. It wasn't a bad breakup, but after a year, you couldn't expect him to stay single forever. You'd both agreed to move on, and while you swore you had, seeing the photo of him with a beautiful girl kissing his cheek made your shoulders heavy. Staring at your blacked out screen, it was like the photo was still there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from seeing it. Every time you closed your eyes, there he was.
Happy.
You fumbled with your cell phone, placing it face down on your desk before your boss could catch you. It was hard to hide the look on your face. It was pain, sadness, and confusion. How was it that after all this time, you hadn't succeeded in moving on, but he had?
Was it you? Or was this girl really so special that you were worth forgetting?
The feeling of being forgotten - it's seeing the dust gather on photos and the doorknob that he will never open again.
It's over.
"Do you have the paperwork for the meeting tomorrow?" Chan popped into your office, placing a fresh mug of coffee on your desk. You'd started here only six months ago, but he already knew that you liked your coffee light and sweet. "Jisoo wants to make sure we're not missing anything before -"
"Yeah, I have it." You said curtly, looking back at your computer, typing away at your report. "I'll bring it to you later."
"I mean, I can wait for it if you have it ready."
"Chan," you looked up at him. "I said I'll bring it to you later."
Chan looked at you with mild concern. Sure, there were a lot of women in the office, and the men had eventually learned when not to step on toes in the case of any mood swings because of work stress. You weren't one of those people though. You were the type of person who'd rid the stress with a bar of chocolate and be done with it. You'd never snapped at him before.
"Okay." Chan backed out quietly. He ducked into the next office over. Knocking on Minki's office door, he peered in.
"Hey," Minki stood up. "I gotta bring these to the fourth floor, can you watch the phone for me?"
"Yeah, no problem." Chan smiled before taking a seat.
Ping
He knew that you and Minki were office best friends ever since you got hired. While he didn't mean to see it, Minki left his messenger open and slowly your messages came flooding in.
x: he moved on x: am i supposed to be upset? x: we broke up a year ago, so why do i feel so defeated haha x: maybe i'm just decomposing. why do i feel like this x: can we get drinks later? i know you hate it when i drink to drown out my sorrows, but i just can't be here right now.
Damn.
Chan swore he didn't mean to see all that. That would explain the mood though.
x: i didn't think i'd miss him this much. i just want to forget about it.
Taking in a deep breath, Chan pulled out his phone and made a call.
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"Chan, why did you need me for this stupid client dinner? And who the hell has dinner at 4PM?" You continuously complained as he drove you down the road into the next district.
"Just relax, it'll be fine."
You rested your head against the passenger side window. As your breath fogged up the glass, you scribbled little hearts, peppered over the skyline as Chan drove. It wasn't until you started seeing signs that you realized you were at Banpo Bridge. Chan pulled into the empty parking lot.
"The client wants to have dinner here? What are we doing - getting takeout?" You jested.
Chan opened your door. "Go sit over there, I'll be right back."
You took your seat right by the edge of the water. The weather really was perfect today. The fresh air helped clear out your thoughts. Even though the breakup was a year ago, seeing that photo really made it feel like it just happened yesterday. Your heart broke twice, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to think that you hate him now. You loved him as a memory - a beautiful, happy memory, and it was time to let go now.
Chan re-emerged next to you, a bag with four bottles of soju and piping hot ramen in his hands.
"Um -" You nearly laughed at the sight of him struggling to carry everything. "Am I missing something? Are the clients your drinking buddies?"
"Sit, sit, please." Chan arranged everything down on the ledge.
"Not that I'm ungrateful, but I am confused."
"I, uh." He sat down next to you, removing his jacket. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."
Stopping halfway from opening a bottle, you looked up at him.
"y/n, Minki had me watch over his desk, and I... I'm sorry, I saw your messages."
"Chan, that was private." You looked down at your shoes, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.
"I know. And I'm sorry." He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it himself. "Minki had to run to another meeting, and I saw how sad you were. I just figured I'd help you escape for a bit. I called in a favor from the interns to watch your stuff, so we could... do this, I guess."
You'd always known Chan was a softie. He was that guy in the office who never forgot about birthdays and important events. He was never late, and he would do everything he could to help out the new people. Even to you, he was a big help whenever you needed it.
"Again, I'm sorry." He poured two shots and handed you one. "But you looked like you needed it, so - cheers."
You watched him as you threw back your soju. You stifled a smile, "Pitiful, isn't it. Still feeling like you've been dumped even after an entire year."
Chan winced as the alcohol hit the back of his throat. "Not at all. Who said that a year was the right time to get over someone? There's no rule for that."
You continued to sip slowly, watching him open up all the snacks.
"I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and I swear, after my last girlfriend and I broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about her even because of the littlest things. It wasn't a bad breakup, but when you have so many happy moments with someone, you can't help but feel sad when you see that person making new moments with someone else. It makes you wonder if that could've been me, y'know?"
It couldn't be stopped. One deep breath and suddenly all the tears started pouring out. You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like the weight of the world finally came crashing down on your chest, reminding you of every little happy memory that had to be released into the ocean like confetti.
Chan rushed over, placing his jacket on your shoulders. He hushed you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. Crouching down in front of you, he pulled you up and brought you into his chest.
"Wait, I'll get makeup on your shirt -"
He laughed at your childish worries. "It's just a shirt. Just go ahead, it's okay. I can get it dry-cleaned, and you're worth more than some shirt."
Feeling your tears soak up in the cotton, you just cried, and Chan let you until it felt like there was nothing left. You chest was still heaving, but you felt the weight lift slowly. The sea air started filling your lungs again like an icy burn.
"I'm sorry." You finally looked up, mascara stained on your cheeks. You smeared what you could from your face before sitting.
"Stop apologizing." Chan sat down beside you again. "Do you feel better?"
"A little."
Placing his hand on yours, Chan smiled. It was a warm gentle smile. He squeezed, "It will get better. I promise."
"I just feel like everyone keeps moving on, and I'm just stuck here."
"Where is 'here' to you? 'Here' to me is existing with a good job with good friends and a good life. 'Here' is anything you're doing happily without him." He reached up to cup your cheek. "I know you feel miserable, but your body won't let you feel this way forever. And neither will I. Please don't feel as if 'here' is an awful place. 'Here', you have me, and I'll stay until you're not sad anymore."
Peering up at him with red eyes, you smiled with whatever energy you had. Sadness still sat on your shoulders, but it didn't feel so awful anymore.
Chan nodded towards you.
"Until you're not sad or until you ask me to leave - I'll be here for you."
#bang chan#bangchan#chris bang#skz#skz imagines#skz scenarios#skz angst#skz fluff#skz chan#stray kids#stray kids scenarios#stray kids chan#stray kids bangchan#stray kids bang chan#bang chan x reader#bang chan x you#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x o/c#bangchan x reader#bangchan x you#bangchan x y/n#bangchan x o/c#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#one shot#skz one shot
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saint!!!! hello!!! hope you are taking care of yourself ❤️ how's work in the new department!! are you still struggling? :(
im honestly very very excited for sos!! im more excited for it than the ending of sy tbh rn💀🤩 as someone who loves space-related stories (interstellar/ star trek hehe) and angst, i have a feeling this series will be my most favourite series from you. you're really a gift that keeps on giving, from wastelands to sn/sy and now sos?! phew 😮💨
2WEI (they're a band that makes trailer music/ film scores) recently released an epic cover called "mad world" and i can really imagine it being the perfect music to encapsulate sos vibes 😭😭
i have a few qns about the series!! if it's too early for you to answer them, you don't have to do so now 😅
1. from the synopsis and your answers for some asks, im assuming that og!gojo and some other crew members died somehow before the ship got sucked into the blackhole? pain 🙃 hopefully he is still miraculously alive to save yn 🙏🏽
3. is there any elements of magic in it? something like wanda's powers etc.
4. how many chapters of sos are you planning to write?
5. how futuristic is the earth-like planet multiverse!gojo lives in? is it like meet the robinsons kind of (very) futuristic or marvel kind of (a little) futuristic?
6. is sos the next series you gonna write after sy? or are you planning to write another one before sos? (im not rushing you! just curious when you are planning to writing it)
7. since it's a multiverse, are we going to see a glimpse of sn/sy!gojoyn in another universe 👀 maybe you can write this in if they don't get together/ a happy ending in the current series 😂 HAHA
ps. will be waiting patiently for sos playlist 🤤 thank you and i hope you have a great weekend ahead 🛰🛸
my official transition will begin this monday!! 😭 and wowow thank you very much!! it honestly makes my heart flutter whenever i get asks about s.o.s. even tho i’ve only posted the synopsis :’) i wanna pour my heart and soul into it like i did with wastelands. i also just rewatched interstellar a few days ago and will take same inspos from it !! :) and thank u for the song rec. listening to it right now hehe
1. cannot answer that :p you won’t see og!gojo for a while until like when we get to the part where multiverse!gojo watches yn’s old memories through the screen. it’s one of the heartbreaking scenes for me i think :’)
2. no magic or even actual aliens :(
3. maybe around 10-15? no sequel
4. it’s like hunger games capitol type of futuristic (minus the fashion) and they don’t identify as earth. they have four moons, pink skies, auburn soil.
5. s.o.s. is next in line!! probably at the same time when sn started. around early may?
6. funny thing is i actually just thought it’d be fun to bring in a cameo of sn/sy gojo 😆 writing a multiverse fic holds a lot of power!!
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MASHblr census pt 1: sexuality
(going least to most controversial, i'll start with sexuality! as usual, let me know which answers you do or don't want to see next (here is the post with all of them) and/or feel free to send me any thoughts you have about it :))
Sexuality Stats
Bisexual: 55 (32.7%)
Ace: 25 (14.9%)
Gay: 19 (11.3%)
Queer: 15 (9%)
Lesbian: 15 (9%)
Aro(spec): 8 (4.7%)
Pan: 5 (3%)
Demi/gray-ace: 5 (3%)
Trans/nonbinary: 4 (2.3%)
Mlm (in some form): 4 (2.3%)
Straight: 8 (4.7%)
Amount of straight people who added a qualifier to that statement: 6 (75% of them)
Amount of bisexuals who gave a pun as an answer: more than anyone else
No answer: 16 (9.5%)
Some of my personal favorite answers:
“Someone posted once about how Henry seemed like someone who didn’t have a lot of questions for himself about his sexuality and that really resonated with me.”
“I'm gay, of course. Mash is where gay people come from. The mash book was released in 1968, Stonewall was only one year later. Coincidence? I think not”
“🚶♀️🚶♀️🚓🚓”
“Gayy (as in nb|nb)”
“prefer not to answer” (this was not a required question)
“bisexual (insert sparkly emojis here)”
“Not my orientation but I wanted to ask, what is hot mash summer?”
“🎶might sound crazy but it ain’t no lie, baby *bi bi bi*”
“Pretty straight, but please don't hold it against me”
“bi because im fun and hot.”
“Straight for the most part (except for Sidney)”
“fag having a crisis of bicuriosity over suddenly being attracted to season 9 margaret”
“Alan Alda. Also sorry if the responses don't make sense I'm drunk.”
“Bi bi bi 'til the day I die”
“oh, I got a bit ahead of myself haha. I lost my gender in a bad hand of poker, but I'd say I'm gay or bi or queer. Also ace. more than anything I'm just here.”
“token straight”
“lesbian. mulcasbian”
“Trappezoid”
“(#it doesn't take an intellectual to get that I'm#) Bisexual”
pt 2 (age) // pt 3 (tumblr) // pt 4 (watching mash) // pt 5 (seasons of mash)// pt 6 (discovering mash) // pt 7 (posting on mashblr) // pt 8 (other interests) // pt 9 (characters & relationships) // pt 10 (MASHblr friendships) // pt 11 (MASHblr community) // pt 12 (popular bloggers)
#mash is where gay people come from#mash census#mash#m*a*s*h#m.a.s.h#mash 4077#mashblr census#tv: mash#cc talks#every day i am reminded of how much i love 2 b bi we are truly the most fun people#also fag having a crisis over margaret is like. absolutely top tier one of my favorite answers by FAR#also is in my brain all the time always#also ivy i love ur answer as always
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“Knock-knock!” I heard at the door of my office, startling me. I was nearly - jesus - an hour into this video call with the Study Coordinator from Evolution, and had obviously lost track of time. “Where’s my favorite patient?!?’ called the voice. It was Vida, my Nurse Practitioner, entering with a broad smile, a procedure tray and someone else and causing me to look up from my computer screen. “Time for your mediciiine…” In place of her usual white clinic jacket, she was wearing a tailored black jacket over a black, figure-hugging, dress, cut low.
Immediately I said my abrupt goodbyes to Gianna, over chat, and shut down the window right as she was, good lord, blowing me a kiss. At the same time I looked up and gave my wan smile of greeting to Vida and the generously curvy blond woman who’d entered with her…
“This is Morgan, if you two haven’t met yet,” Vida said, as she briskly approached my desk, high heels clacking. Trailing behind her a few steps was a woman in a white blouse and tan leggings - a big woman - broad of shoulder, wide of hip, huge of chest, standing taller than Vida by five or six inches...and myself even more, “She’s a Nurse Practitioner too, from Evolution until just yesterday, when she joined us.”
“It is very nice to meet you, Dr. J…” Morgan purred, in a voice deeper, richer than Vida’s. There was a queer smile on her face and a hint of a vaguely Eastern European accent in her words, one that she was obviously trying to hide. For now she was hanging back, taking her cues from Vida as the younger but more senior woman began to prepare her tray behind my desk to my left. “Nurse Vida is training me today how to take the care of you.”
“H-hi, uh, Morgan,” I replied, immediately sensing that that was not this woman’s given name, and remembering it was time again for my booster shot. The thought, for some reason, brought me a little thrill, remembering how it made me feel last week…but was it also responsible for the 8 pounds I’d lost since then? “But, um, what do you m-”
Interrupting my concerns, Vida chuckled. “Oh, don’t get worried, doc. I just figured that the more of us that know how to do this for you, the better,” she explained, opening the strange black box in which the vitamin B12/D/K booster vial was packaged. I noticed the familiar, strange blue tint of the liquid as Vida removed it along with the pre-packaged syringe. “And Morgan here has lots of experience.” At that, Vida nodded up at Morgan; the larger woman took that as a cue to move around the other side of my desk, to my right, and come to stand alongside me there. I was flanked.
“I-is that right, Morgan?” I asked, hearing the nerves starting to quiver in my voice. I hated needles, I hated them. But this single, combination shot was much better than three separate ones. “Wh-what did you do at Evolution?” I asked, not able to recall her resume as I looked up at her; she was gazing down at me, over the shelf of her formidable bosom. I was hoping that, if she had started seeing patients today, that she had been more buttoned up during the workday. The cleavage she was showing at this moment, over the neckline of her overmatched white blouse, was vast.
“At the Evolution Pharmaceuticals?” she replied, the accent in her voice unable to camouflage itself through the words, “There, I was with research team, taking care of study subjects. But before, I was in pediatrics ward, with preemies, the NICU.” She looked down on me with a crooked smile, and seemed to be resisting reaching out her hand to me. Instead, she ran her fingers through her shoulder-length blond hair. “I love holding little bodies.”
“Haha well, that’s exactly why we’re here, isn’t it, Dr. J?” Vida added, explaining to Morgan and pursing her full, plump, latin lips, “This young man has lost a few inches recently and we need to make sure he gets his vitamins.” With that, Vida beamed down at me and released her thick mane of dark hair from the conservative bun she’d been wearing for the workday. A wave of the now-ubiquitous perfume in this place flowed over me, and I felt a stirring between my legs. I had been intermittently hard during my video call with Gianna - her tits were unbelievable - and I was afraid now that I might swell to some obvious, inappropriate monster of a boner with these women so close. “Lucky for him he has his girls to take care of him,” Vida concluded. The vial and syringe, for the moment, laid inert on the tray.
I tried to focus. ”I, heh heh, don’t know if I need someone to ‘take care of me’...” I spoke, trying to sound relaxed as Morgan’s left hand finally did come to rest on my right shoulder. I’d honestly just met this woman, but she was being very…familiar. Vida as well; she was generally a bit more aloof than she seemed today. It was like there was something weird in the air, something bringing them closer.
“That's silly,” Vida responded, “Even doctors need someone to look after them.” At that, she began to remove her black jacket, and laid it on my desk, as if preparing herself for her task. Underneath she wore a clingy black tube dress that hugged her hourglass figure and revealed her trim shoulders and the upper swells of her full chest; she watched as I struggled not to look at her body. “Who do you see for a PCP?”
“uh…” I began, trying to recall my last visit to a doctor’s office outside of this one, “…no one?”
“You mean…” Vida asked with exaggerated concern, as she herself put a hand on my other shoulder, leaning in to me and twirling a lock of thick, raven hair, “you don’t have a Primary??”
“N-no I, uh-“
”Well, that’s no good,” Vida concluded, standing straight and looking across me at her fellow nurse, “Don't you agree, Morgan?”
”Oh yes,” Morgan concurred, her dimpled smile betraying her amusement, stepping a touch closer, “You need the primary...care...provider.”
“That settles it,” Vida decided, removing her right hand from me to place both it and her left one on her broad hips, in determination, “I’m going to be your PCP from now on.” Her action had drawn my eyes to her remarkably tiny waist and shit this girl had some curves. “I’ll contact our insurance company, do all the paperwork. How does that sound?”
The big woman to my right was giggling, and her hand had begun to idly caress my shoulder.
“Uh, th-that’s fine…” I agreed.
“So,” Vida finally asked, with a wry smile, “does my patient have any questions before we get started?”
Ugh, right…the injection. “Well, um, honestly…” I began, knowing I should at least address the concerns I had over this combo B12/D/K formulation, “I’m not sure it’s working. I think I’ve lost weight since last week, and even maybe almost an inch…”
“That’s ridiculous. You must have measured wrong last time, used a bad scale,” Vida replied, trying to reassure me, “But…do you think you need to go out and get checked..?”
At that, Vida herself moved in closer, and I saw Morgan, to my right, turn her thick body more towards me. Both women looked down at me.
“Or do you want to let us take care of you..?” Vida finished. It felt like a challenge, and I sensed something, an inner struggle inside myself. The logical, intelligent practitioner who cared for his health wanted to answer one way, bring a halt to something that was dangerous, possibly ruining my life. But another part of me, the one that was feeling the cock growing once again down my right thigh in tribute to the ever-more enveloping warmth of these women, just wanted to say-
“n-no…I think I’m alright,” I answered, “let’s go ahead with the shot. I’ll be fine.”
If I had known then what I know now, that my mental capacity for rational thought in the face of arousal had been already crippled by foreign agents? If I had known that I was being purposefully enslaved, drowned more and more every day in the sea of pheromones and womanly curves in which I swam? WelI, I would have run screaming. Or, then again...would I?.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Vida assured me. Her voice had dropped low, almost hypnotic, “You don’t need to go out and see any other specialists. We’ve got everything you need right here…” She was beginning to prepare the injection, now, drawing the blue liquid from the vial up into the syringe.
“Yes, everything,” Morgan agreed, looming over me now so close to my right, her hips and belly blocking out the world behind her. Her scent was warm, earthy. Between it and Vida’s reassuring tone, I felt powerless to do anything but trust these women.
“But,” Vida began again, inspecting the now-filled glass syringe, “if you are still shrinking, lots of guys would be jealous. Don’t you think, Morgan? Here, take this-” She handed a band-aid across me to her fellow nurse.
wh-what?
“Oh, yes,” Morgan concurred, her voice husky, unwrapping the band-aid, preparing it, “very jealous.”
”What…what do you mean?” I asked, confused, looking from one woman to the next, up at them. Without even being told, I had begun rolling up my sleeve.
Vida chuckled. “Oh, you know, the whole ‘vulni-chic’ thing,” she answered, holding the prepared injection now in her right hand, “you’d get very popular if you lost another-“
“One meter?” Morgan said, giggling in her deeper, richer tone, “Two?”
“haha I’d disappear…” I joked, feeling a wave of warmth coming from Morgan’s body to my right, “just like, haha…”
“It’s not a joke, Dr. J,” Vida said, her voice plain, suddenly, clinical, “it’s a thing. Here, get ready-“
“Ouch!!!”
She’d jabbed me, in the left shoulder, with the shot.
Vida spoke as she pressed the plunger, pushing the blue liquid into my deltoid. “It’s not just a fad for women, guys these days are admitting it, too…” she said as she drew the needle out of my arm. Immediately I’d felt it entering my body, like a milky warmth. “Good boy,” she praised, “Band aid?”
“Thanks,” I replied without thinking, watching as Morgan leaned her big torso across me as I turned in my chair towards her, presenting my left shoulder. She was nearly smothering me with her big breasts as she applied the bandage, and I did everything I could not to goggle at the wobbling flesh of her full, tan cleavage. My roving eyes made me realize that this generously endowed woman was wearing a very thin bra, or possibly none at all. Somehow, though, she was still so firm, with a natural buoyancy that kept her tits high and proud on her chest. My gaze could not get enough. But then eyes fluttered as I was assaulted by both an overwhelming breath of her perfume and the first rush of pleasure from the shot. I began to lower my sleeve, rubbing my arm as I looked up at her, smiling down at me as she finally stood up and away.
“I mean it, with the shrinking,” Vida started again, watching me with an appraising eye as I recovered from my shot, buttoned my sleeve, “have you seen Melissa’s new Instagram post?”
With the butterflies? I didn’t want to admit anything.
“The guys that follow her, the simps,” she continued, “they talk about wanting to be like bugs, crawling into her breasts.” She was replacing the syringe, carefully putting it and the vial back into the box. “It’s all over the place, everywhere, though no ones really talking about it yet,” she said, as she closed the black container, “guys wanting to be smaller, weaker than us. Wanting to become inferior, more passive, more submissive.”
She looked down at me and smiled, watching as the effects of the injection began to take hold. Even more strongly than last time, I was being gripped by a pleasant wave of lethargy, relaxation.
“Guys want to be small, these days,” Vida said, “and we’d like it that way too, wouldn’t we, Morgan?””
To my right I heard Morgan purr, a little grunt. “Yes, Nurse Vida,” she said, her voice low and struggling with arousal, “we would like it very much.” I had the feeling she was holding back her true feelings, in restrained understatement.
Vida laughed, casually. “It’s weird, all these changes in gender dynamics,” she continued, brushing a lock of my hair behind my left ear, “the new thing is bigger women, smaller men. Here, look at Morgan, perfect example…”
I turned, looked up at the smiling behemoth of a woman.
“She’s probably bigger than you ever were,” Vida continued, “taller, heavier, thicker everywhere.”
“Yes,” Morgan agreed, seeming to rise up, grow bigger, heavier, right in front of my eyes, “I weigh much, much more than the you.”
“And, you have to admit…” Vida asked, watching me look up at the huge, busty blond woman, who was now absolutely dwarfing me in my seat and could probably lift me like a child, “that’s kinda sexy, right?”
“I, uh….” I began, not knowing what to say. My erection was getting painful, now, contorted as it was in my pants, trying to stretch down my right thigh.
Vida spoke again, now holding my head in place by my cheek and jaw, so all I saw was Morgan. “So, even if you are getting smaller...lots of us would like that.”
I sat there, in the building afterglow of my injection, and looked at this woman’s body. It was, in all ways, so much bigger than my own. Thicker thighs, wider hips. Her arms were stronger than mine, her shoulders broader. Standing aside her, I would look puny. Even Vida - though she stood roughly my height, maybe an inch or two more - her hourglass figure and womanly hips made her body just that much more than mine.
”Dr. J,” Vida said, pulling me from my reverie, but not releasing my face from her hand’s gentle embrace, “You look like you need to go lay down. We’d take you up to bed ourselves but we have an important girl meeting to get to, don’t we Morgan?”
“Yes,” Morgan replied, though never taking her eyes or dimpled smile from me, “Very important.” I watched as she looked down on me, regarded me, considered me. “But I promise. Next time you can go to the sleep in my lap,” she said, “I have a very nice lap.” With that, Morgan bent at the waist a bit, to gently slap her prodigious thighs. My eyes watched them jiggle, and then her hands come up to the collar of her blouse, hoisting her breasts. “Or, if not on lap, we find somewhere else…”
“Haha okay,” Vida laughed, finally releasing my head but smiling as I didn’t turn away from the cleavage into which I was now dumbly gazing, in my vitamin-fueled haze imagining myself sinking into it like a caterpillar, cocooned in womanly warmth. “I’ll get a couple of the MA’s to get you upstairs…”
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First Line Tryouts
Series Masterlist
Masterlist
Mentions/Warnings: Implied Smut, making out, cursing, eating/food mentions, mentions dead bodies, slasher film mention, dementia mention, slight domesticality(?)
Word Count: <4,200
A/N: This took so long im so sorry, tried to sum up the events of ep 1, while adding some isaac moments! Enjoy! LMK If I need to add anymore tw’s or cw’s.
Taglist: @rogershoe Dm me to be added to the taglist.
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There was a week left until your second semester began. Isaac was determined to thank you for everything you had done for him since he told you about his dad.
He enlisted Stiles and a reluctant Lydia to help him with the planning. Isaac was going to make a picnic basket with your favorite foods. After that, Stiles would drive him to Lookout Point, and Lydia would take you there right after he gave her the go-ahead to let her know it was ok to leave.
Lydia would take you to the mall so that Isaac could prepare the picnic basket. He had bought assorted fruits, a platter of ham and cheese pinwheels, passion-fruit fruit champagne, your favorite desserts, and your favorite chips. He packed a picnic blanket as well as two smaller ones so that you both could lay under the stars and watch them dance.
After everything was packed, Stiles drove him to the point in the woods, and two miles away from his destination, he called Lydia and gave her the signal.
When he reached the peak, before he could do anything, Stiles scolded him.
"Hey scarf," he barked. Isaac turned his head.
"Don't try anything with my sister tonight, alright? You may not be in the house, but I will still be watching everything?"
Isaac paused. "Aren't you going back to Scott's house?"
"I have eyes everywhere, Lahey," he stated simply before waltzing away.
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When you arrived, Isaac had everything set up, the picnic cloth was laid down on a flat chunk, the colorful plastic champagne glasses he had bought were carefully placed down on top of the plates,
When you arrived, Isaac had already laid everything out. The picnic blanket was spread out on a flat chunk of land, and the ceramic plates sat on top of it. There was a bundle of spoons and forks, knives, and colorful plastic champagne glasses for the both of you.
"I-saac, haha," you chuckled.
He bowed. "Good evening, madame. How can I serve you today?" He walked over to you and led you to the setting.
"Isaac, you didn't have to do all this, you know?"
"I know, but you've done so much for me recently, and I wanted to thank you."
You looked at him fondly, and he stared back at you before breaking away to grab the fruit. He fed you a strawberry, and after that, you both took turns tossing berries into the air and trying to catch them.
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After you both were done eating, Isaac packed all the remaining food (which was a lot) into the basket and tossed you a cover. He pulled you closer to him once you were wrapped in the blanket and laid down to watch the stars with his favorite person in the world.
"That's Orion's belt, right there," you thought out loud.
"That's the big dipper then,"
"How do you know so many constellations?" Isaac questioned, and you frowned.
"I- uh…"
"What's wrong?" He looked at you with worry.
"It was something me and my mom did before she died. She would go out to the woods with me—" you paused."—and she would show me where all the stars were. Stiles was never interested. My obsession with finding the stars became so big she decided to get me a telescope and a big book of all the constellations."
"Oh, so I'm guessing it's a touchy subject?"
You laughed. "It's a subject that brings up memories. To be honest, I haven't tried stargazing since my mom's death. This was nice."
"You never told me much about your mom…"
"And you never told me about yours," you hit back.
"Touché."
You went first. "Before everything, my mom was…in all aspects… perfect. Every day when we came home from school, she would have lunch ready, even if we already ate, just some chips and cookies on the table for Stiles and me."
You smiled. "Mom would take us outside to the backyard and play soccer with us, us two against her. I think she would go easy on us."
"When she got diagnosed, she started becoming less… tolerant of us. She would yell for the tiniest things, and they didn't hurt me as much because Dad would always remind us that she didn't mean it, but I guess it always hurt Stiles more—"
"How do you mean?" Isaac asked.
"He was always a mommy's boy. One night we went to visit her at the hospital, I went to the vending machine to get snacks for Stiles and me, and he was gone. When he came back, he was crying nonstop. I kept trying to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me. The next day it was like he just forgot about it."
You both sat there in silence for a while longer.
"My mom…. My mom was always working. She had her own business making soaps and perfumes and stuff like that."
"She would always ask—" he gulped. "—she would ask my brother and me to help her with her orders. We would always make a mess, so after we were done, she made bubble baths for us." He giggled at the memory. "When she died, I guess we all changed a bit."
"I got a little shier, Camden got more impulsive, Dad just lost his filter. He put more effort into making sure we were disciplined." He saw your eyes squint. "He didn't hit us back then. He just had stricter rules."
You pulled him closer to your chest, and you guys just stayed there, looking at the stars, and feeling, even more, closer to each other than before.
You broke the silence.
"Isaac…"
"Yes, Y/N?"
"I love you…"
He leaned down to your face and pecked your lips.
"I love you too," he smiled.
~---~---~---~---~
"Y/n!" Isaac was trying to wake you up. You had fallen asleep watching Nightmare on Elm Street. You had been desensitized to all the blood and gore because you and stiles would always stay up late and watch slasher films. This was when your dad worked extra shifts at the Sheriff's station, and your mom was at the hospital.
"N/n, Wake up!"
He grabbed your ringing phone and pulled it up to your ear, despite knowing he would face your wrath for doing that later on. Stiles had just called you for the 4th time that night, and you weren't waking up.
When you still wouldn't wake up, he did the only thing he could think of, as illogical as it was. He laid down flat on his back and rolled over, pushing you off the bed. You woke with a start.
"ISAAC, WHAT THE HELL!!"
"Stiles has called you 4 times in 5 minutes, and you told me to wake you up whenever someone calls you…" He fake-pouted.
Your expression softened because you couldn't resist his cobalt eyes, but you were still angry. You answered the phone and shouted at Stiles to release your frustration.
"Stiles, what the hell, you're across the hall. Did you really have to call?"
"Hurry up and get ready, Dad just went out, and we need to go get Scott."
"Why do we have to follow dad? It's his job."
"Someone found a dead body, but half of it is missing,"
"Ok, I'm coming," You said while putting on your jeans.
"Oh, and leave the golden retriever."
"His name is Isaac, not 'golden retriever,' Stiles!" you scolded.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, hurry up!"
You finished putting on Isaac's hoodie and turned to face him.
"I gotta go, love."
He pouted. "Why can't I go with you?"
You went to give him a hug. "We should go with the least amount of people possible., so we don't get caught…" you lied.
"Is Scott going?" He was always able to tell when you were lying. He knew all your tells and your poker face before you were even dating.
"Fine, It's Stiles."
"So, I realized. Do I really look like a golden retriever?"
You shrugged and said in a pitchy voice, "An adorable golden retriever?"
He sighed.
"Be safe, and come back before midnight, please? I don't wanna go to sleep without you…"
"Nervous for tomorrow?"
"It's the start of first-line tryouts. I really wanna make it this year,"
"I'm sure that you'll make it Isaac, you are one of the most hand-eye coordinated people I know, and at every game, I will be there to cheer you guys on!"
He smiled at your statement and kissed you.
"Be sa—"
"Y/N, Hurry up!" Stiles shouted from downstairs.
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You stayed in the car while Stiles was getting Scott, silently cursing him for not allowing Isaac to come but going to get Scott.
Scott and Stiles got out of the house and piled into the car.
"Next time you wanna leave the 'golden retriever,' Stiles, we're also leaving the poodle," you angrily intoned.
Scott took up an offended expression. "Poodle?"
"Would you rather chihuahua?"
"Nevermind..."
"No, we're not leaving Scott. He's my best friend," Stiles said defensively.
"Oh yeah? Isaac is my boyfriend, yet he couldn't come!"
"My car, my choice of guests."
"Fuck off, Miechyvslaw!"
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"We're seriously doing this?"
"Obviously," you stated simply.
He started driving the car, and they headed to the woods where the search party for the body and the other half of it would be located.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles said.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."
"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles sassed.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making the first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
You interrupted their bickering. "Just out of curiosity, do either of you know what half of the body we're even looking for?"
"Uhhh-" Stiles stuttered.
"And uh- what if whoever killed the body is still out there," Scott questioned.
"Also, something I did not think about."
"It's comforting to know that you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott stated.
Stiles and Scott continued bickering, but soon, you saw a flashlight.
"Shit! Hide!" you warned, but Stiles kept going. You leaped forward, trying to grab his shirt and pull him back, but your dad caught you.
"Hang on. Hang on. These two delinquents belong to me."
Stiles sighed.
"I told you to hide, you brat!" you whispered to him.
"Daaaaad!" He enunciated. "How are you doing?"
"So, do you, uh, listen into all my phone calls?"
"Not the boring ones," Stiles said.
"So, where's your usual partner in crime?"
"Wh-who Scott? Scott's home, he said before continuing to ramble.
Your dad had called out for Scott, and when he didn't respond, dragged you and Stiles back to the Jeep.
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You went back to your room once you got to the house and found Isaac asleep on the bed.
"Izzie!" You grabbed a plush pillow from beside him and whacked him softly with it.
You went home that night, not knowing where Scott was or what had happened to him while worrying about what Melissa would do to you if Scott got bitten by a coyote and she found out you lured him out there.
He stirred but didn't wake. You groaned and moved beside him.
"Isaac?" you shrilled. "Isaac, you were supposed to wait for me to come back!!"
You shook his body left and right until he woke up groggily.
"N/n?"
He fully opened his eyes and groaned at the comfort that it was you.
"You scared me!" he complained.
You began shuffling towards him and running your hands down his covered pectorals. "Aww… what can I do to make you feel better?"
"Anything?" he said before sucking in a breath.
"Anything, baby," You nodded.
He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you passionately, your lips meshing together. He trailed his lips from yours to your cheekbones, then to your jawline, nibbling slightly. You moved your hips forcefully against his, and he brought one hand down to your waist.
"Hey, is this ok?"
You nodded vehemently.
He pushed your hips back and forth along his while leaving dark red marks towards the base of your neck and your collarbone. He sucked a hickey onto a pulse point, making you let out a moan, which you tried muffling by pressing your lips together.
He brought his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged slightly before looking up at you. You replaced his hands and pulled your shirt off of your torso.
He placed open-mouthed kisses onto the tops of your breasts, causing you to throw your head back in delight. He brought his hand back to the small of your back and shuffled you forwards on his lap.
He turned you over onto your back and continued to kiss from your chest up. He stood on his knees in front of you and pulled his shirt off of his body. He placed one more brief kiss on your lips before gripping your thighs and lowering down your body.
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Stiles drove you, Isaac, and Scott to school the next day. When you got out of the car, Scott and Stiles were talking about a bite that Scott had gotten when he went to the woods, but he assured you that you wouldn't face Melissa's wrath.
When you saw Lydia amongst the crowd, you dragged Isaac all the way to her. Lydia had never liked Isaac, feeling like her best friend could do much better than someone who wouldn't even talk to her(you) for extensive periods of time.
"Hey Lyds!" you said with Isaac's face buried in your neck. He was not fond of Lydia either, not that she had done anything, but he had picked up on her apathy towards him and just decided he would do the same.
"Hey Y/N! Isaac." You all walked into the building and headed for your respective classes.
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You had English first, and the teacher was rambling about the dead body found in the woods.
A familiar faced walked into the room, and you almost squealed. It was your godsister, Allison Argent. You knew that her family was moving to Beacon Hills, but you hadn't known when they would be arriving.
Chris Argent, Allison's dad, was your mother's best friend in high school. When she gave birth to you and Stiles, she made Chris your godfather.
You quietly clapped your hands at her appearance. She smiled at you before taking the seat diagonally across from you and right behind Scott. You noticed how when he turned around to give her a pencil, he looked highly flustered.
Before you could point this out and tease him about it, your teacher began to talk about the novel you were reading as a class.
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When you got out of class, you decided to introduce Lydia to Allison.
When you both approached Allison, she squealed and ran to give you a hug, almost causing you to stumble. You hugged her back for a good five seconds before letting her go.
"That jacket is absolutely killer! Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked the brunette.
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."
"And, you are my new best friend!" Lydia said before greeting her boyfriend, Jackson, who had come up behind her.
"Hey? What about me? Already replacing me with my godsister?" you asked before you felt two slender arms wrap around your waist.
"Never!" Lydia smiled. "We can all be friends."
You could hear a girl talking about Lydia or Allison or both, and you decided you would defend your friends.
You walked over to where she was talking to Stiles and Scott.
"Hey, what's going on over here?"
"Oh, Audrey here was asking what Allison did to already be hanging out with your exclusive clique."
"Uh, nothing? She's just Allison." You said, looking at Scott and Stiles but directing it towards Aubrey. You then turned on your heels and walked away.
You had found that your friends had told Allison about the upcoming party and were just about to head to the lacrosse practice for the day.
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You gave Isaac a good luck kiss before he went out to the field, and Lydia looked at you weirdly.
"What is it?" you asked, rolling your eyes.
"Nothing, Nothing."
"Why do you have such a problem with my boyfriend?"
She turned to look at you. "I don't know, maybe it's because you caught feelings when he hadn't said a single word to you for a week and didn't for another week after you first kissed him"
"It could be that when you asked him out and actually confessed your feelings, he waited a week to give you a response and made you think that he was rejecting you, which made you cry?"
You rubbed your temples. "Lydia, I explained all this to you. He's a shy guy. He just doesn't talk much to people, and he thought I was playing a joke on him."
She shook her head. "Mark my words, Y/N, he's going to end up breaking your heart, and when he does, I'll be left to pick up the pieces."
You groaned. "Allison, does Isaac look like someone who would hurt me?"
"No? He looks like… He looks like a golden retriever!"
The three of you burst out laughing, and Lydia promised to try and be tolerant of Isaac.
Suddenly, it was Scott's turn to try guarding the goal. He allowed the first shot through before finding his footing and blocking the rest of the throws.
"Who is that?" Your godsister asked.
"Hmm… I'm not sure who he is," Lydia said questioningly.
You scoffed. "That is Scott McCall. Stiles' best friend. Why?"
"He's in our English class. He seems like he's pretty good," she said sagely.
She changed the subject. "Speaking of Stiles, how is he? I haven't talked to him since I got back."
"He's-" you tried answering but stopped short. "Wooh! Go, Isaac!"
He smiled at you before going to shoot lacrosse balls at the goalie.
On the final day of tryouts, you and Isaac had done stretches, though he didn't know why, and they had run laps around the field before practice had started.
The coach started talking to the players, and you, Lydia, and Allison sat in the stands. By the time practice was over, Scott had made the first line, but Stiles and Isaac didn't. To cheer them up, you had taken them to their favorite to-go restaurant and bought dessert for them.
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It was a Friday night. You were particularly sad, not only because Isaac couldn't go with you, but because Isaac had his weekly dinner with his dad today. So, he wouldn't even be there when you fell asleep.
Scott and Stiles had gotten into a fight earlier, so he wasn't going to the party. This left Jackson to drive you, who was taking Lydia to the party. This didn't make you too happy, seeing as how Jackson was a self-entitled bastard who got his status from his family and isn't grateful for any of it.
You didn't understand how Lydia had decided it would be a good idea to date him. But, you knew that the same way she couldn't change your mind about Isaac, she wouldn't change your mind about Jackson.
You wore a pink satin body-con dress that reached your mid-thigh. Isaac had picked it out for you when he realized he wouldn't have been able to attend the party. He was ok with it being as short because he knew all the guys there would remember what happened to Garrett Ferrero after he started hitting on you at a party. He had to get nose surgery because Isaac had broken it, and his nose swelled up so large, he didn't come to school until it shrunk.
You paired it with opaque tights with fishnets on top and a pair of red, 3-inch, cut-out heels. As for makeup, you had outlined your lips with a black lip liner and smeared a cherry red lipstick over it. You applied minimal foundation and went for a nude eyeshadow look.
When you stepped out of the bathroom in your outfit, Isaac nearly went feral. He lightly kissed the expanse of your neck, knowing you would kill him if he messed up your makeup, and he ended up backing you both into a wall.
You had to swat him away after a few seconds of this affair because you had to leave soon, and so did he, albeit reluctantly. You put a black jean jacket on top of your outfit before heading downstairs.
He left your house a few minutes before you did, but just before you left, Stiles pulled you aside.
"Hey, Y/N, just watch out for Scott today, and especially Allison." Stiles was overprotective of both of you. Before Allison and her family began moving around, she was like a sister to both of you. You three did almost everything together.
"Stiles, what's going on?"
He sighed. "Ok, this is going to be hard to explain, but you have to go. So I'm going to give you the brief version right now and explain later."
You nodded, beckoning him to continue.
"The night Scott got bit by that 'coyote'... it wasn't a coyote. It was a wolf, and wolf hairs were reported on the autopsy of the dead body. Scott has been experiencing heightened senses, and he's been stronger. Y/N, he hasn't needed his inhaler all week."
Your eyes widened. You didn't know what to say.
"So… you think he's a werewolf."
"Better to be safe and absurd than sorry and sad. Tonight's a full moon, and he just wouldn't cancel that date. Just look out for them, you know?"
You bobbed your head up and down vigorously.
You left the house, and outside were Jackson and Lydia, in the front seat of his Porsche. It was a nice ride but a bit overly embellished for someone who only just got his license.
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Later at the party, you had last seen Allison and Scott as they were dancing. You were dancing with your friend, Marya Cullen. She was a freshman, so she didn't really know most of your other friends. You had met her through your job at Forever 21, and you instantly clicked.
She was really drunk, so you called another one of her friends and asked them to take her home. Marya had given her friends a list of the people allowed to drive her home if this happened.
It was just as you were putting Marya in the backseat, you saw Scott walking away from her, dazed. While that happened, a mysterious guy who looked much older than you were approaching Allison.
"Hey, I'm her friend. I got it, thanks!"
You walked with Allison back to her house after grabbing all your belongings and immersed in conversation, mostly about how weird Stiles was being. Stiles was driving in his Jeep when he saw you coming from Allison's house. You got into the Jeep, and you both went home.
When you got there, you changed into your pajamas and laid down onto the surface of a cold bed. You grabbed your thickest pillow and pulled it into your arms, trying to create some semblance of a feeling of Isaac laying down with you.
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You awoke to bright sunlight and a buzzing phone by your head. Isaac had been calling you to ask you to let him in the house. You realized it was high time that he gets a key to the front door.
You went downstairs to greet your boyfriend, and you noticed that he had brought Starbucks. You almost caused him to fall to the floor had he not caught you in time. He set you on the floor and kissed your lips before heading to the kitchen.
He had gotten your regular order, as well as your favorite drink, and he had gotten his order as well.
You guys say down to just eat and relax.
He took a sip of his iced coffee before saying anything.
"My dad wants me to work at the graveyard," he said, pensive.
You choked on your food. "What?"
"Well, he said he's cutting off my allowance."
"So he said I can either earn it by working at the graveyard or stay broke."
"That's fine, darling?"
"I know, but I still want to get a job to save so once I turn 18, I can move out. And, he is willing to let me choose my own hours, or really just give me hours that don't interfere with lacrosse practice."
You gave him a solemn look and whined. "But that means we won't have as much cuddle time?"
"He shouldn't even be in your room," your dad said, approaching you from behind.
"Hi, dad."
"Good morning, Mr. Stilinsk—"
"Isaac," your dad interjected. "It's fine. You can call me Noah."
Isaac smiled.
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