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I will always reblog my Javi and his lil tummyâŠ.especially that bottom 1 as the lighting and everything is beautiful, even down to the sweat on his backâŠ..
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#javier peña#narcos#1 gorgeous grumpy man#pedro pascal character#but like the fact that so many of the bts is pedro dancing and being silly#and then he plays these absolutely no-nonsense characters#to me the mark of a good actor is one that is a) versatile meaning not playing the same character over and over again#and b) a distinct difference amongst the characters#jaded and grouchy javi walks talks and physically holds himself differently from jaded and grouchy joel#and yet there's this enormous spark of humanity in all of them#i just like the fact that someone so silly outwardly has the depth and space to carry a weight to these characters#a;lkdjsfalksdj not to simp like a maniac#I agree with all previous tags!!!
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You know what? Real talk, If Charles really could not attack after the pit stop like he is saying bc of tire degradation (he did have to go through half the grid after that pit stop) then I am happy there were team orders. Because if charles attacked with tires that were not doing OK and he lost against Carlos on 7 lap newer tires who have not seen an overtake the discourse of Carlos winning wheel to wheel would have been horrendous. It would have been worse than it will be now.
I am not undermining charles or anything. I think he didn't attack not because of the team orders but by his own decision. I think he would have attacked if he had a better grip on his tires. I think the grandiosity of Charles as a driver is exactly in the fact that he can read the situation and feel his car. Feel what he can and cannot do with the car. If the car felt like it could not pass Carlos in that moment I trust Charles that it is true. Any other driver in his position would have gone for it (cough Russel cough). He attacked in Monza but it was the last laps and he essentially had nothing to lose that year. This year he is in a fight with red bull and it was the beginning of the race so burning his tyres even more on a useless overtake would have put him in danger against the mclarens much faster.
If you think about it this was some brilliant management and decision making on Charles side. I am still his fan (shocker!!!) And I still love him to death and I think he made all the right choices today.
#f1#charles leclerc#disregard all my previous posts they made in the spur of the moment#if you slow down and think about it it was the best charles could do this race#is it frustrating that max dnfs the one time charles is not right behind him? yes#did ferrari make the wrong decision holding their positions? no#in the heat of the moment i forgot that charles is a capable driver and ferrari is becoming a capable team#verdict is i am positive about this charles race#could they have switched them and told carlos to hold position instead? theoretically yes but calros would never agree to that so they woul#only be making it worse#the tags are longer than the post but i wanted the post short and concise
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Ep 4 :)
#I LIKE Dostoyevsky. I like how mysterious and unreadable he is. What is his goal!!!! Why does he do what he does!!!!!!! He's very cool#I think knowing his ability now REALLY adds to his character. Him being so smart so manipulative so disruptive in the way heâ#seemingly kills people on touch! Only added to this impression of him being âdemonâ and âinhumanâ#But now that we know his ability you realize... That's all his doing; no ability.#His ability in a way does help humanize him by reaffirming that except for the moment he diesâ he's got no superpower at all!!!#It's just him.#And yet at the same time also solves the exact opposite role of dehumanizing him because if it's not his ability that makes him like *that*#then he's even different than other ability users!!! Thenâ if not an ability userâ if not a non ability user: what is //he//?#It's all SO compelling!!! Also makes for an extremely insightful narrative parallel with Dazai#Not an ability user not a non ability user. Not good not evil. (I feel like Dostoyevsky does exceed the definitions of good and evil asâ#much as Dazai does. If he causes evilâ yet does so with the intention of bringing salvation to humansâ is he really *simply* evil?)#Both have these borderline superpowers that make them extraordinary beings (we can call it super intelligenceâ but it goes from controlling#their own heartbit to everything else) but are unrelated to their respective abilities! Once again making them neither this or that#I find Karma's words at the end to be extremely insightful.âAce was evil for sureâ but this man isn't even evil.#He's a being from the beyond. A being that exceeds human limits.â Like!!! That's all that there is to it!!!!!!#Back to this chapter / episode. There's some themes / worldvies once again I don't agree with but narrative wise I think it's extraordinary#I feel like after the Guild arc the writing really matured a lot and this is a kind of preview of what the doa arc is going to be like#(aka very very well written especially if compared to the previous arcs)#The plot twists of this episode are all so unpredictable and exciting!!! I think it's remarkably witty how it takes advantages of previousâ#clichĂ©s - villains always revealing details about their own ability in a way that is quite baffling - to actually surprise the audience.#It's so effective. How skillfully unpredictable Dostoyevsky is to the point you can never guess what he will do next!!!#Him killing Karma is... Idk so so soooooooo interesting. I could talk about this forever but I'm being very dispersive in the rable andâ#running out of tags. The whole episode you're sorta rooting for Dostoyevsky. He's very cool and comes out charming in the way he keepsâ#surprising the audience. He looks bothered by Ace's disregard of other people's lives and that makes him sympathetic too.#But then he kills Karma out of nowhere and it's an âAh! You fell for his lies tooâ remember he's nothing but evil. He cares just as little#about life as Ace doesâ. And then??? Karma in his last words is himself so generous in his words to Dostoyevsky. It's baffling.#And it almost feels like thenarrative is once again turning around and telling you you should root for Dostoyevsky.#It's endlessly fascinating.#I have more to say about the worldviews I don't share and the art style Dostoyevsky was portrayed with this episode (love it!!)#But alas ran out of tags
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Bestie I have got to tell you Mal TD totally listens to the Shadow the Hedgehog OST, and depending on the Total Drama timeline it would literally be perfect timing like- you canât tell me this edgy teen nerd didnât see a Sonic character with a gun and DIDNâT think it was cool, come on!
#mal td#td mal#total drama#canon mal may not seem the type but we all agree that canon mal was bad(ly written)#make him an edgy teen that may or may not have engaged in teenage delinquency that may or may not have gotten juvie time#previous juvie attendee duncan certainly wasnât supervillain even if heâs not nice#give mal some teenage cringe to revel in like come on#shadow the hedgehog came out in 2005 (good for him) and apparently the first show was canonically set or at least filmed in 2007#tdi and tda take place vaguely one after the other so thatâs within the same year#tdwt come a year later making the gen 1 cast probably between 16-17 now m#tdroti comes out during the candian summer later in the year fit for island weather aka in 2008 tdroti cast are 15-16#gen 1 and sierra are maybe 16-17 gen 2 and alejndro are maybe 15-16#mike and maybe mal given teen awkwardness/angst respectively are probably also 15-16#2008 for 15-16y/o = 1993 or 1992 aka 12-13y/o during 2005#baby- between duncan escaping juvie during his audition tape and the 3 year gap of mal being juvie free#thereâs more than enough time for an esgy teen to get their shadow the hedgehog on#did i just spend the entire tags rambling about a timeline? maybe#i just want mal to have âbeing a kidâ moments okay đ©?
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Lenore and her pet play with Hector.... I am looking
#lenore not failing at calling him a good boy every time he agrees with her.... the conditioning taking place here.... incredible#if this amounts to nothing i am quitting btw.#YEEESS YEEEEEEES MANIPULATE HIM!!! Hector really is like a puppy like damn go bite the hand thay beats you!!#i love being a misandrist for fun#(misandrism doesnt really exist etc etc etc i am joking)#you know this season is kinda good but the problem still remains in that the two previous ones were bad or mid#like isaac and hector have nice stories because their stories back then were good too but trevor and sypha are insufferable#because the dialogue is still bad and their characters are cringe (idk how to better describe them tbh) also alucard gets fuck all to do#he gets two children alright. can he do something else. its like the library detention again#talking tag#watching castlevania#and you might say if you dont like it why keep watching and well. i dont have anything else to watch and i kinda enjoy watching it.#also it looks like its giing up from here so....
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Thanks for your post explaining the situation surrounding Mariusz quitting his job! You write: "As someone who lives in WrocĆaw and is a student at its Music Academy I can only tell you - he was... not much liked, to put it lightly, by the Big People". By all means, he was a celebrated opera singer in Europe and the USA. What made them dislike him so much?
oh goodness gracious, i really cant say, why would you even ask me that! im the last person who'd engage in such shameless gossiping!
sike lol
i never heard anyone say he was not a great artist. no one doubted that. people only questioned whether he was the right guy for the job, only having experience as a singer, a perfomer, no matter how renowned. or rather, the main issue was - how much, having no experience in the position he now occupied, he was earning. because that really was an insane (and i mean. INSANE) amount of money.
OĆdakowska getting the job of the director was also a pretty controversial thing, so automatically, people who weren't in favour of her winning, didn't also like KwiecieĆ since she was the one who chose him for the job.
then there was the issue of the changes Mariusz wanted to make. he was in favour of promoting young, new singers and hiring big names for guest performances, ergo, many of the singers who had already been hired full-time for years by the opera house in WrocĆaw stopped getting big roles etc. no roles - no money (or rather, very little money, the bare minimum actually). this, coupled with the amount KwiecieĆ was earning... well.
he and OĆdakowska also promised Big Things but sadly they both got the jobs in the beginning of 2020 and we all know what happened then, not much could actually be done when the entire world was more or less paralysed by the pandemic.
and yeah, that's more or less it. id say, tl;dr in the end it's always all about money. and some personal beef he may or may not have had with some people, i really can't say cause that's all i know.
#please remember that in the end we're all just sipping tea and gossiping here. i say what i know what ive heard.#but do take into account that i generally tend to Not Know Shit on many topics so. yknow. dont take my word for godsent truth#no matter how tempting it is đ having said that.#i personally know some young singers who worked with him and never heard them say a bad word about him#but then again#being a nice person doesnt magically erase other things that you fucked up#i stated my personal opinion on the issue with the changes he made that not everyone welcomed in the previous post#so i wont say a thing about that here#the money thing... look. he stated his price. someone had to agree to pay him that amount. they could have said 'no sir that's fucked up'#but they didnt. they hired him for that amount and it's not like. illegal or sth. the morality of it is a different thing altogether.#and ngl i am biased because ive been a huge fan of mariusz since i can remember.#but the truth is - i know if the same thing was done by eg n*trebko or someone i dont like id absolutely drag their ass through dirt#and say it's a scandal so.#thankfully its not my job to have an opinion about him as a person. all i know and care about is that he is an amazing artist.#a spectacular actor. a decent baritone. and it is to him that i owe a huge part of why i fell in love with opera in the first place so#there you have it#mariusz kwiecieĆ#opera tag#gossips uwu
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is that a bet? âą stray kids ot8 x reader
M D N I 18+
Synopsis: at some point of playing ânever have I everâ, you make a bet that you could make all eight of your best friends cum within 10-15 minutesâŠand well, you did.
WC: 3.7k (I have issues)
Tags: PURE SMUT, afab!reader, softdom!chan, dom!minho, dom!changbin, softdom!hyunjin, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!seungmin, switch!jeongin, switch!reader, piv, unprotected sex (wrap the eggplant yall), same hole double penetration, ass smacking, squirting, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spitting, oral (f. receiving), lwk gangbang, praise (pretty, good girl), degradation (slut, whore), light dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, biting(?), grinding, pet names (baby, babe, princess, hun, darling, kitten, bun, etc), marking/hickey, probably forgetting someâŠsorry :P
a/n: this is so smutty i am so sorryâŠbut yw đ«
You donât remember how exactly you ended up in this positionâŠsomething about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.
8 minutes earlier
âNever have I ever,â Minho pauses in thought, ânutted before my partner.â
âWhat the actual fuck Minho.â Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. âWhat?!â Minho shrugs defensively, âIt makes the game more interesting.â
âThatâs a fucking lie though.â Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. âAnd how would you know that?â You ask with a sly smirk.
âIâve seen him watch porn,â He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.
âYou wanna bet Ji?â Minho challenges.
âYâall seriously arenât about to jerk off right hereâŠright?â Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, âWhy, you wanna join?â Minho pokes.
âI bet none of yâall virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.â
âYou wanna make that bet.â Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, âDo you have something to say princess?â Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, âI bet I could make all yâall cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.â
âYou really wanna do this?â Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. âHmm,â you hum, âif you guys cum before I do, a hundredâŠfrom each of you.â
âThatâs eight hundred bucks!â Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. âAnd if we win?â Felix tilts his head. âYâall can decide on that.â you state.
You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. âAre we doing this or not?â
Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybodyâs heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.
âOh and rules-â âRULES?!â Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. âGuys itâs her body, she can make rules.â Felix interrupts their protests. âThanks Lix,â You smile before continuing, âno touchingâŠwell to be more clear no touching me or yourselvesâŠbut I can touch you.â
âWhat?!â They all exclaimed in disappointment.
âIt makes the game more interesting.â You shrug, spewing Minhoâs previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.
You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.
Present
And well, thatâs how you ended up here.
Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.
You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.
The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. âPlease, Y/N.â
âWell since you asked so nicely.â You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh
He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.
âFuck,â Hyunjin breathed out, âyouâre ethereal.â His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. âOh, does our little slut like to be praised?â Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. âFuck and degration too.â Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.
The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. âHey!â You slapped his hand away, âNo touching!â
âYou never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.â The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, âAw, such a filthy slut for us.â
âShit heâs right,â Felix breathed out, âwhat happens if we do touch you?â Shit, you didnât think this far ahead- fuck you donât even remember what the prize of the bet wasâŠor if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? âFuck,â Chan groans gently, âdoes this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?â You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. âY/N?â Jeonginâs soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chanâs large hand. âCan we touch you now? Please.â
âOh God,â You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, âfuck yes! Please Innie!â
With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. âFuck,â you moan, feeling Changbinâs hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, âwhy did we do this again?â A small chuckle resonated from Seungminâs sweet lips, âBecause you wanted to win a bet, right pup?â
You bite down on your lower lip, Jisungâs lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chanâs fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, âI swear to fucking God if yâall do that again Iâm leaving and finishing by myself!â You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.
âOkay, okay princess.â Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.
You whimper as he nears your face, âThis okay?â you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. âWords babe.â
âYes.â you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom youâre laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.
Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
Your thighs instinctively clench around the head thatâs propped between them.
âSo sweet.â
Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. âHoly fuck Innie!â you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisungâs, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.
He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesnât bite down to the point where it hurts. âFuck, keep her making those faces.â Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. âLook at you,â Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, âbeing so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.â You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeonginâs tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.
The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. âFuck you,â you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeonginâs face is buried. âNo,â Minho tsked, âIâll do the fucking.â
âDonât be too rough on her Min.â Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. âShe likes it.â Seungmin said confidently, âRight, whore?â You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. âAnswer with words pup.â
âGod, fuck yes! I love it- please donât stop.â You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.
Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. âLix,â you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, âtake it off.â
You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. Theyâre moving so quickly you can barely keep up with whoâs doing what.
âCan we fuck you already?â A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. âKim Seungmin!â Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, âLet her choose, remember?â The oldest shakes his head at the younger. âMin,â You whimper from the stimulation. âYeah?â Both Seungmin and Minho responded. âLee.â Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.
Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minhoâs brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. âDesperate are we?â He smirks, âYou want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?â Chan questions, heâs so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. âAll.â
âFuck.â Each boyâs voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.
Your hand thatâs still wrapped around Minhoâs cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.
âOh, fucking hell.â Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.
The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjinâs hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minhoâs cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.
âFuck, youâre squeezing me so well, yeah slut.â Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. âMin, not too rough.â Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjinâs shoulder as he continued kissing you.
âYeah, sheâs still got all of us!â Jeongin whined from Chanâs left. You clench at Jeonginâs words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. âNot yet kitten. Hold it off.â Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.
âHyune.â You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. âShit, you want me too darling?â Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where youâre pulling him towards.
You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.
Hyunjinâs tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didnât hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.
âAw, donât cry bun.â You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. âThey making you feel that good?â He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. âF-Fuck Binnie.â You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.
A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. âIâm so close princess, can I fill you up?â Hyunjin grunts against your neck. âYes, God, please, Hyune.â Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjinâs cum coating his cock.
Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjinâs sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisungâs cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.
You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.
âFuck youâre so warm baby.â Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. âCan I have a turn hun?â You hear Felix hum behind you.
You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisungâs, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.
Your hands shoot up to Felixâs blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, âDarling please, I wonât- last long if you do that.â He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.
You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisungâs) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boyâs face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.
âHoly shit.â Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. âSave it for me, yeah love?â You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.
Jeongin helps you off of the otherâs bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.
Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.
Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. âThis okay Innie?â You asked, even though youâve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.
âOh fuck yeah Iâm okay.â Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.
Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. âBend.â Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.
A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeonginâs cock filling you up made your back arch.
Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeonginâs shoulders.
The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. âMinnie, Innie- let me please, Iâm so close.â You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.
âYou think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?â Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, âOpen.â You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeonginâs neck.
The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.
âFuck, you did so well pup.â Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeonginâs sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.
Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. âYou wanna take a breather?â Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. âNoâŠjustâŠplease, Iâm so close.â
Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbinâs thick cock, the built manâs hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.
You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. âGonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?â He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.
âHoly mother of fuck!â You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chanâs way above average lengthâŠyou donât think youâll be able to walk tomorrow.
Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. âFuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.â
You loll your head back into his shoulder, âBinâŠfuck- Binnie please.â You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.
âShit,â he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.
Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.
âI know love, Iâm sorryâŠjust a few more.â Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.
Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. âAlmost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. Youâve been such a good girl for us.â His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.
Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.
âImma go get the towels.â A voice youâre not even sure whoâs said. âIâll get her some water.â Another stated.
Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. âIâm sorry darling, almost done.â
A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. âYou okay? We didnât go too rough on you, right?â Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.
âYou guys were fine- oh.â
âOh?â Hyunjin smiled in confusion. âThe time.â You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.
âI win.â Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.
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âȘ BROOKLYN BABY. (đ) â previous part
ౚৠsimon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.
tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold
    It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions â which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.
It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).
The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.
Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.
There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates ofâ
"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.
You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members â though you know he considers them family if anything â when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty â Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty â face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.
"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you â John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.
You smile once more â a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."
"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.
"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.
"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.
"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"
Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.
Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.
Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.
(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful andâ while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)
Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."
"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.
"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.
"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."
There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."
"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."
The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.
On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.
He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.
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So after having a sort of redemption arc, Dan goes to Clockwork and asks if him could be reincarnated. CW agrees and Dan becomes Bruce Wayne, with all his memories intact.
(Heâs still in the same universe as before so Danny (18), Dani(16), Jazz(20), etc are still alive and kicking)
He still has his Batman training montage but when he goes to Circus Haley he takes in Dick Grayson because he doesnât want the boy to be fueled with anger like he was after the Nasty Burger accident.
So, Robin takes flight.
Bruce never mentions his previous life to Dick, and whenever he has to deal with a ghost issue, Alfred covers for him. Alfred obviously knows.
Bruce adopts Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke and when Damian comes around, Bruceâs sees someone so angry, so hurt he decides to get his shit together to parent right.
When Jason returns, Bruce figures out the entire Pit madness thing and fixes that for him.
(If he has a romantic relationship with Talia, Selina, Clark etc is up to you) (I personally ship Hal and Bruce together in this AU)
Maybe one day, he gets injured.
Badly.
Heâs bleeding green and he flickering between his Humana and ghost form while his children watch in horror.
The only solution is to call Danny and Dani
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It's always particularly interesting to occasionally look at her Twitter and see, yup, it's still actively a heaping dumpster fire of garbage.
You're a billionaire and could do anything but continue to choose to actively bully trans people on social media because fuck them for existing.
J. K. Rowling and Neil Gaiman are such a funny contrast to me, like Rowling: Oh, and by the way, I put gay characters in my books. People: Is there anything... showing that? Rowling: No. Also trans women don't deserve respect People: wtf Gaiman: Here are some immortals that transcend all human concepts of gender and attraction who use a variety of pronouns, and also some clearly canon human queers. People: Are the immortals queer? Gaiman: That is an entirely valid way to view them. Other people: Ugh, pushing a modern woke agenda. It used to be- Gaiman: Fuck you
#I used to be a serious potter head and I donât really regret it bc I made some amazing fans through that community but ugh jkr ruined it#<- previous tag completely agree#i won't even pirate it or anything because i don't just want to not financially support it#I'm not interested in her shit at ALL#i just get mad all over again about how she could've done anything and chooses to be a bully on social media
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velvet lies
pairing: gojo x fem reader synopsis: crippling debt and possible evictions have ruined you. working two jobs with no downtime, and a five-year-old son, you really don't know the meaning of taking a break. after continuous questions about his father, you have decided to finally let your son meet his dad. only thing is, he has no idea said son exists. and to top it off, you have not a single clue about what kinds of things will transpire from this sudden revelation. wc: 8564 tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, romance, alcohol, classism, mom! reader, lying, abuse, MAJOR angst, slow burn, exes to lovers, (mentions of) cheating, scandals, death, blood, drugs, drama, family drama, miscommunication, blackmail, unhealthy coping mechanisms , depression, manipulation a/n: longer chapter woohoo, was gonna write after break but had so much inspo. wrote on my phone, so if thereâs any typos, please ignore đ„č series masterlist < previous chapter < next chapter
The nights havenât been easy in the past couple of days. Mingled with a growing sense of anxiety added on top of your already heightened stress, your brain just canât seem to shut off. Youâve tried melatonin and no more caffeine, but caffeine is ultimately getting you through the day and keeping you up when needed. In all honesty, youâve already been struggling with sleep, but with the surprise meet with Suguru, dreadâs been pooling in your stomach.
You have no doubt he spilled the beans. Hell, you would too if that was your best friend. You can only hope he somehow didnât, though. A small part of you would be a little annoyed if he did, because again, he has no role in this. At least not a big one.
A sudden banging on your door jolts you upright, checking the clock and itâs not even 7:30 yet. Only one person could be demanding your presence so early. A heavy sigh leaves you, forcing your stiff muscles out of bed, wrapping yourself in a robe before trudging to the front door. When you peek through the peephole, your landlord stands there with an annoyed expression on his old face, foot tapping the ground in impatience.
âBastard,â you mumble to yourself before opening the door. âGood morning, Mr. Sato.â
Seems he doesnât have time for fake pleasantries, âY/N, Iâm assuming you saw the eviction note I left on your door yesterday morning.â
Unfortunately. âYes, sir. I did.â
His arms cross, scratching at his greying mustache, âSo, is it also safe to to assume youâll have the money by next Friday?â
You sigh heavily, hand running through your hair. This is not how you wanted to start your morning. He was already making your life hell by suddenly raising your rent out of nowhere three months ago for so-called ârenovationsâ. But youâve yet to see any actual renovations being done. Not to mention, youâve been bugging about your heater no longer working, and during this time of year, you and Koji are practically freezing to death. You had to buy a portable heater, small, but it gets the job done. Although itâs mainly in Kojiâs room because youâd rather freeze than let him. âLook, Mr. Sato, Iâm really trying here. Iâm working hard to get the money, but please understand thatââ
âUnderstand? Iâve been understanding, Y/N. I even applied last monthâs rent to this month, just âcause of you.â
Of course, heâs gonna throw that in your face. Landlords seem to take their title so literally that if he didnât have this much control over your space of safety, you wouldâve ripped him a new one. Also, how could you forget that to even get him to agree to that plea deal, you were forced through an hour and a half of an uncomfortable, infuriating dinner with the man. Really, heâs not giving you much to work with here, but then again, you shouldnât have had such high hopes. âI know, I know,â you reply, scratching at your roots. âIâll have the money, okay?â
âYou better,â he says gruffly. âOr Iâm renting this unit to someone who can actually afford it. Iâm hurting here too, you know?â
You huff. âYeah, thanks.â
Without another word, you close the door in the manâs face, locking it. Leaning your back up against the hard surface, you close your eyes and will yourself to stay calm and positive. Counting back from ten and then back, a small tip your therapist showed you before your insurance no longer covered it. Itâs okay. Itâs only the start of the day, you have 20 something hours left. Nowâs not the time to throw yourself a pity party and play woe is me. Nowâs the time to just pick yourself up and move on. Youâll find a solution for the money, you always do.
Though this time, you canât help but feel youâre really fucked.
I mean, you honestly have no idea how youâre going to come up with almost four thousand dollars in just a week. That sounds quite literally impossible in every single way. You get paid next week, but with taxes, youâre going home with maybe three thousand, so how will you get that extra thousand?
Unless some miracle decides to hit you, which almost never seems to happen. You used to think someone hoaxed you, or you were just born with the most unluckiest luck ever. Or, the more cynical thought you tend to have, you were fated to live a life in strict financial management, and hardships are constantly thrown at you left and right.
But hey, youâve made it this far, right?
âNo, I havenât.â
âYou what?!â
âI havenât told him.â
âY/N, what the fuââ
âJesus Christ, I know, Hana. You donât have to make me feel even more like shit.â
Your friend stops mid-way, eyeing your very displeased expression. She sighs and relents, slumping back in the small chair in the backroom of the cafe. She doesnât say anything for a few seconds, letting your confession simmer and process. When she does, itâs an honest question. âButâŠwhy?â
Why. You feel like youâre staring to hate that damn word. âA lot of reasons, I know itâs not really justified, but I justâŠneed someone to understand me for once. Not come at me for my dumb decisions.â
Your words feel bare and raw, not completely exposing the extent of the emotions youâve been harboring, but enough to make her stop. Hana regards you with pursed lips, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Finally, she nods. âOkay, I wonât question you anymore. You have your reasons, and your reasons are always valid. So, Iâm behind you on this. We stick together, remember?â
A hint of a smile forms on your lips, quietly thanking her. She comes forward to give you a hug, one you immediately reciprocate. Her auburn hair tickling your nostrils, arms seemingly tightening. âDonât go holding things in anymore, I told you that. Iâm here, to talk, listen, whatever.â
You and Hana met three years ago. She was just your co-worker at the time, now promoted to your manager. Although sheâs two years younger than you, you two relate to a lot of things. Whether that be movies, food, what guys are hot, or alcohol. If anything, Hana might be your only friend in general. Itâs a little sad, maybe, but at least you have someone to come to when you need to talk about adult issues your five-year-old wouldnât be able to comprehend.
âI love you.â You find yourself muttering.
âI love you too, girl. Now, get out there, your breakâs up.â
Jokingly scoffing and nudging her, you stand from the seat and do a quick stretch. Preparing yourself for yet another few hours of dreaded customer service and fake smiles, you walk out of the backroom, pushing the small curtains aside that separate the back from the counter, and clock back in.
âCash or card?â
âHello, how can I help you today?â
âWould that be all?â
âHave a nice day.â
Are all phrases any retail or customer service worker finds a little annoying, if not a lot. Itâs so draining. And when the customers donât greet you back, your pettiness shines through and you wonât even say have a good day to them when theyâre leaving. Although, the job does have some upsides to it. For example, you get to make free coffees, take whatever pastries are left at the end of the day home, and the customers are never really bad. Of course, you have had a couple experiences, but nothing compared to a chain store. Youâre even starting to use your customer service voice throughout the day, even when youâre not at work. Honestly, thatâs not very good.
As youâre wiping up the counter, you feel a buzzing in your pocket. Taking your phone out, you see a set of numbers, an unsaved contact. You give Hana a quick glance, muttering a âjust a secâ, before going back to the back to answer. âHello?â
âY/N?â
God, itâs gonna take some time getting used to his voice on the regular now. âOh, Suguru. heyâŠuhâwhatâs up?â
Thereâs some shuffle on the other side like heâs adjusting the phone. âAre you busy right now?â
âWell, yes. Iâm on the clock.â
He sighs, phone switching to his car output. âWhere do you work? Iâll come now.â
âWhat?â you splutter out, head shaking. âNo, Suguru, you canât just pop out at my job. Iâm busy, just tell me what you need right now.â
âIâm not sure I should.â
That statement alone scares you a bit. His cynicism always got on your nerves, but it also worried you from time to time. Most of the time, he didnât mean any harm because thatâs just how Suguru was, but it still did its job. Contemplation strikes through you. âIs it bad?â
He hesitates, which only further skyrockets your anticipation. âHonestly, itâs not too bad. But still, I need to talk to you.â
A breath emits from your lips, one you didnât know you were holding. Eyes meeting the ceiling, you ponder over your decisions. Eventually, you come to a conclusion. âFine, but it canât be too long. Iâm at Deja Brew, the cafe onââ
âOn Express, got it. Be there in a bit.â
Heâs hanging up before you even get a chance to question that he knew the cafe you worked at. If he did, surely he would have visited at least once, but youâve never seen him come in. And youâre every day. Unless he usually comes when youâre not clocked in anymore. Anywho, you steel yourself for the inevitable conversation. Anticipating whatever bad or not-so-good news he'll give you.
âSo.â
âMm, this is good.â Suguru nods appreciatively, sipping from his coffee. You made it for him before he arrived, as a weird sort of gift to him. You two have situated yourself in a booth in the corner. Hana was a little confused as to why you were taking a break while you were on the clock, even regarding you with an almost scolding look. But the second she saw Suguru follow, her expression changed.
You practically saw the heart eyes form, smiling in a bashful way. Thatâs one thing you forgot about. The way girls would magnetize themselves towards the man, his best friend too. The two together were an almost deadly duo.
âSuguru,â you say, a hint of exasperation in your tone. âPlease justâŠdonât stall anymore. Why did you want to see me?â
âRight,â he clears his throat, sitting up straighter. Once more, his steely gaze meets yours, you have to hold back the sudden urge to look away. âLike I said, itâs not terrible news, but not very good either.â
You nod, wanting him to just stop with the extraness and get to the point. âOkay, say it.â
âSatoru.â is the first thing he says, gauging your automatic grimace to his name. âHe knows.â
Figures. âAnd you told him?â
He nods in response. You exhale, rubbing your face. âSuguru, why? I didnât say you could.â
âI mean, I didnât think I needed permission to tell my best friend he has a secret love child he hasnât known about for five years, Y/N.â You hate when his voice gets like that, like youâre a school child whoâs just been caught by her teacher for doing something she wasnât supposed to. âAnywho, he knows. He wasnâtâŠvery happy.â
You slowly ask, unsure if youâre ready to hear the answer. âWhat did he say?â
âMore so what he did than said,â he pushes a stray strand of black hair out his eye and behind his ear, arms crossing. âHeâs been quite easy to anger. I mean, I havenât really talked to him because heâs not answering my calls, but Iâve been hearing from people at the office. He also kicked my ass out right after I told him. But thatâs all I know at least, Nanami says heâs like a ticking time bomb.â
Jesus Christ. You donât know what else you were expecting, youâre surprised he hasnât done worse, but like Suguru said, thatâs all he knows. His state is most likely a hundred times worse than whatâs being thrown at you right now. You feel an intense guilt pool, mixing with a slight fear. âDid heâŠdo anything else? Say anything?â
âI donât know, heâs not talking to me right now.â Suguru concedes, leaning closer to you, brows furrowing in a seriousness. âLook, Iâm not telling you this because I want you to feel worse, but I should let you know. Heâs going to try and seek you out now that he knows about his son. You know that, right?â
Of course, you fucking know that. Thatâs what makes you scared, the possibility of somehow running across him in the most unsuspecting of places makes you want to stay holed up in your shitty apartment. âYeah,â you gulp. âI figured.â
âI donât know how heâll react ifâwhenâhe does see you.â he honestly admits. âI just think you should reach out to him first, before he does it. I have his number, you should caââ
âStop.â you hold a hand up, eyes closing. âNo more, I donât want to be told what to do. I justâŠneed some time processing everything right now.â
âY/Nââ
âSuguru,â your eyes open, staring at him dead on. âYou seriously canât expect me to jump from one thing to the next. I need fucking time to figure out what Iâm gonna do. Iâm already stressed as it is, now I have to worry about my sonâs father possibly trying to reach out and that just sets me more on fucking edge. You come to my work, spring this on me, and Iââ youâre rambling. Cutting yourself off in the middle of a sentence, choosing not to finish it. The last thing you need to do is rant to him. Besides, youâre just starting to see him again after five years, that would absolutely put him in a weird place between comforting someone who was once his friend, and backing up his life-long best friend.
You jolt a bit when you feel a warm palm envelope your hand, his thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles. Looking back at him, he gives you an all too familiar look. One that can make you just pour out everything youâre feeling right at that second. Itâs a horrifying technique he has. âIâm sorry. Really, Iâm sorry. The last thing I want to do is make you feel like shit. I shouldâve been more considerate. Iâm sorry.â He apologizes with a soothing intonation. Again, itâs making you feel warm. âItâs a hard situation, I could never know exactly what youâre going through. butâŠI care about you, Y/N. I always have, even without Satoruâs involvement. So, Iâll do better and not overwhelm you.â
Damn it, Suguru. Now youâre making me feel bad! Not trusting yourself with words, you meekly nod, slowly pulling your hand out his grasp. You miss the way his eyes dart down to his now empty grip, a small downward twitch to his lip that he expertly hides. âI should go back to work, Iâm assuming you do too.â You stand on wobbly feet, giving him one last lingering gaze. âOn the house, by the wayâŠ.yeah, bye.â
Suguru watches you disappear behind the curtains, a small pit expanding in his gut. He pushes it away without thought, sighing to himself as he stands and exits the cafe. He walks down the sidewalk to his blacked out 2025 Mustang GT parked on the street. Getting in with a heavy head thatâs full of all kinds of emotions. Some he doesnât try to acknowledge, but the ones he does, itâs all worry and concern. He really doesnât see how this situation can somehow turn around. Maybe you two will have a very mature and calm conversation when you cross paths.
He almost laughs to himself when he begins driving. Calm? Mature? Yeah, right. How do you have a calm conversation about hiding a kid for five years? Not to mention, you and Satoru are equally stubborn; it used to be so infuriating for him.
Suguru had patience, a lot of it actually. But you two tended to test that. Although, he would always forgive one of you the quickest. Cough, cough. You. It was like you had this weird thing about you that made the people around you justâŠlike you.
His grip tightens on the wheel, biting his lip. He gets to a red light, thumb tapping on the material. Damn it all.
Thereâs a ringing that emits from the carâs speakers, looking at his touch screen to see the familiar name. Using this as a distraction, he answers. âHey.â
âHey,â Shokoâs voice sounds out. âWhere are you? Thought you were paying for my lunch.â
He huffs, eyes rolling, and moving the car forward once the light turns green. âI never agreed to that.â
âSure you did,â Shoko replies, exhaling a breath. She must be smoking. âAnyway, hurry up. Iâm already waiting outside. I thought Satoru was coming, is he gonna be late again?â
Yeah, no. âI donât think heâs coming anymore.â
âWhy not?â Shoko asks.
Suguru exhales heavily, turning the street towards the meet-up spot with his friend. âSome shit happened, I donât think heâs doing good.â
Shoko pauses, adjusting her phone in hand. âWhat happened?â
Suguru too stops, completely forgetting how Shoko has no idea about what has transpired in the past couple of days. âIâll tell you when I see you.â
Satoru has never been surprised before, not technically. Heâs a smart man with quick instincts and a good foresight, itâs like he can always tell when something is going to happen, before it happens. Even for birthday parties, his perception and people reading skills are great, he knows when someoneâs lying or not telling the full truth.
In short, he knows a lot of things.
But, what he didnât expect was for 1) even hearing your name ever again after the breakup, and 2) you have a son, his son. A son he had not one goddamn clue about. The only person whoâs ever been able to throw him off his game is you.
Even back when you two dated, there were moments where youâd either say or do things that would make him pause for a second and think how unlikely that was of you. He knew youâd lie sometimes, small white lies werenât foreign to him because he did it too. But, he never thought youâd deliberately keep something like this from him.
And to top it off, if Suguru never saw you by chance that day, would you have ever even told him?
Now that really fucking pisses him off.
When Satoru is mad, everyone elseâs day is ruined. When heâs mad, you can see it in his face, his body, how heâs just barely holding himself back. Itâs even more scary when Satoru is known as the laid-back, playful and unserious type of man. So when heâs mad, almost no one in the office wants to make him even angrier, let alone be around him.
Heâs barely slept a total of ten hours within the past two days, mind keeping him awake. Heâs trying to not imagine the image of you holding a boy who looks like him because heâs already broken one too many pairs of glasses and the thought alone makes him infuriated. He sees a blinding white flash of betrayal, hurt, confusion, and anger.
He doesnât mean to take it out on his employees, but their feelings are not on his list of priorities.
He has a son.
A son whoâs five, apparently.
Five whole years of being kept in the dark, not even being blessed with a smidge of information about his offspring. While he was off fucking women, having fun, dreading about taking over his fatherâs business, you were god knows where, changing fucking diapers and losing sleep. And for what? Were you that fucking scared to tell him?
Oh, heâs so going to rip you a new one when he sees you.
But, heâs still not sure if he wants to do that. Afraid of what might happen, heâd rather not blow up on you, but can you blame him if he does?
He just found out he has a secret love child from a woman he knew years ago and know heâs expected to act like everything is normal in this boring fucking meeting?
Not to mention, if his father finds out, heâs not sure what will happen. If anyone else finds out, for that matter. If anything, he needs to get a reign over this messy situation before heâs allowing anyone to know.
âMr. Gojo? What do you think?â
At the sudden mention of his name, he snaps back into focus. Eyes flickering over to the bald-headed man who currently stands in front of the table of other withering men, the screen projector displaying a multitude of different statistical data. The man falters slightly, his grip tightening on the laser pointer as Gojoâs eyes land on him
Shit. He has no idea what they were even talking about. âAbout?â He clears his throat, appearing nonchalant, though the tight hold on the ballpoint pen says otherwise, the faint click of it opening and closing the only indication of his simmering irritation
The room feels colder, quieter.
The man clears his throat nervously. âThe expansion plan... into the Asia-Pacific region. Whether you think itâs viable in the current climate.â
Gojo leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed, though his pen continues its faint, rhythmic clicks. His expression is unreadable, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he lets the silence stretch a moment too long. âAnd you need my opinion on this?â he says finally, his tone polite but tinged with condescension.
The bald man shifts on his feet, adjusting his glasses. âW-We... wanted your insight, given your, uh, experience overseeing the European division.â
âRight,â Gojo says, dragging the word out just enough to make the man squirm. He tilts his head, his icy blue eyes narrowing slightly. âWell, if Iâd been paying attention, Iâd probably say something about how overly cautious you all seem to be. But thatâs just a guess.â
The bald man blanches, stammering, âO-Overly cautious? Weâve taken every factor into accountââ
âI didnât say it was a bad thing,â Gojo cuts in smoothly, his voice softening just enough to disarm the growing panic in the manâs voice. âIâm just wondering if maybe all those âfactorsâ are holding you back. Are we leaders, or are we playing it safe like everyone else?â His eyes flicker briefly over the rest of the table, daring anyone to challenge him.
The bald man hesitates, then nods quickly, his nervous energy palpable. âOf course. Youâre absolutely right, Mr. Gojo. Iâll revisit the projections toââ
âNo need,â Gojo interrupts again, flashing a faint, humorless smile. âI trust youâll figure it out. Unless you think I shouldnât.â
The man practically trips over his words in an effort to assure him. âNo, no, of course not. Iâll make the adjustments immediately.â
âPerfect,â Gojo says, the finality in his tone dismissing the topic entirely. He shifts his attention to the projector screen, the numbers and graphs blurring together as his thoughts drift.
The room eventually moves on, the hum of conversation resuming. But Gojo doesnât miss the quick glances from across the table, the subtle unease lingering in the air.
He taps the pen against the table, his jaw tightening. Itâs taking everything in him not to snap, not to let the weight of the fact that his ex-girlfriend is a filthy fucking person seep through the cracks.
Let them sweat. Itâs the only thing keeping him entertained today.
The minute the awful meeting of ifs and hesitant decisions is over, heâs pushing out his chair, being the first one to leave the haunted room. Itâs a bad mistake on his end, because his secretary, Aiko, is on his ass. âMr. Gojo, your father is waiting for you in your office.â
Great, as if things couldnât get any fucking better. He holds back a remark, gruffing out. âFor?â
âHe didnât say, sir. He just wanted me to tell you to see him as soon as the meeting finished.â
He really, really doesnât want to see his father right now. The two were too alike, constantly butting heads which only ended in a harsh set of insults being tossed around, mingled with occasional threats of ânever passing the company down to someone as idiotic as youâ. His father is bluffing, of course. He has no other person to pass it down to, with Satoru being the oldest and only son of his fatherâs. His long legs easily lead him to the doors of his office, to which he hesitates. Taking in a big breath, before opening the doors and closing them soon after. âWhat is it?â he asks, walking over to sit in his chair, leaning back comfortably.
His father, Yamato Gojo, the current CEO of the Gojo Group, who sits leisurely on the black leather coach stands up to position himself across from his son. Arms crossed and the permanently etched frown on his face. âWhy didnât you come to the dinner yesterday? There were very important people there you needed to meet. I texted and called you.â
Why didnât he go? Can he really just say âsorry dad, I was stressing about this shithole Iâve found myself inâ. No, he canât. Instead, he shrugs and brushes his father off. âI was already busy.â
âBusy with what? Whatâs more important than networking?â
âA lot of things, actually.â
Yamato dislikes that answer quite a lot, frown seemingly deepening, regarding his son with another usual disapproving look. âSatoru, this is serious. They were expecting you and you embarrassed me. I wonât let this happen again, when I say you need to be somewhere, you be there. No if, ands, or buts. Youâre pissing me off.â
How ironic of him to say that considering heâs having the exact same effect of Satoru. He isnât scared of his father, hell no. But he does know to pick and choose his battles. And with the way his mind is completely scrambled right now, he forces himself to intake a huge breath of air. âYeah, yeah. Fine, Iâll be there next time. Happy?â
âOnly after you prove it.â Like father, like son. Satoru hates how his father always seems to want to get the last word in. But his father hates how he does the exact same.
Throughout the entirety of his shift, up until he clocks out of work and walks to his designated parking spot which houses his white 2025 Mercedes-Benz SL-Class. Driving back to his high rise penthouse on autopilot, his thoughts zeroed in on one person only. Or well, two people.
Satoru wasnât ever sure he wanted to be a father. He knew it was expected of him, but so many people had such high expectations of him, it became exhausting. Too exhausting. Does he even have a right to call himself a father to a child he never knew, a child who probably doesnât even know him?
His right hand reaches for his phone, calling a number without taking his eyes off the road. It answers on the first ring, but Satoru doesnât give him the chance to respond. âDo you know where she lives?â
Thereâs a falter, hearing Suguruâs deep breath come out on the other end. âNo, I donât. And nice to hear from you too.â
âI donât have time for your sarcasm right now.â He stops at a red light, using his left hand to rub the crease between his furrowed brows. âDo you know anything? Her number? Where she works? Where did you see her so I can go over?â
âSatoru, Iâm not sure itâs a good idea for you to go meet up with her again. Youâre obviously not in the right mind space and I donât want you two toââ
âIâll argue with her all I want, I have that goddamn right to.â Satoru grits out, interrupting his friend before he has the chance to spew out more shit heâd rather not listen to right now. âAnswer me.â
In Suguruâs mind, he knows if he gives Satoru even the tiniest bit of information regarding your whereabouts, heâll storm over there and probably say things he doesnât mean. Satoru tends to think emotionally in very dire situations, a bad habit of his. Still, although he knows his best friend should be angered by this situation, Suguru doesnât want to involve himself. More than he has. After speaking with you, heâs come to the conclusion that youâll reach out to Satoru soon. Considering the fact that he already knows. âI donât know, I saw her at a grocery store, but she was just shopping.â
âFuck,â Satoru groans, moving his car forward again. âWell how the hell do Iââ
Heâs cut off by a small vibrate to his phone, a message. When he looks down, the screen is overtaken by a new call coming in from Himari. Honestly, sheâs the last person he wants to talk to right now.
âWhatâs wrong?â Suguru asks, after noticing the small beat of silence from the other end of the phone.
What isnât wrong? âGotta go, call you later.â
âSatââ
Satoru ends the call, picking up the new one. âHey.â
âBaby,â Himariâs light voice fills his ears, sighing in relief. âCan you come pick me up? Iâm at the mall but the tires of my driverâs car popped.â
Heâd rather not, but Satoru has found out that itâs been quite difficult to say no to his girlfriend. So, he puts his own internal and external battles to the side, making a right turn and exhaling. âThe mall?â
âYes, baby. Thank you so much.â
He hums back in response. âBe there in ten, wait outside.â Once again, he hangs up and a suffocating silence fills his car. Hands tightening around the wheel, he reels himself in with a big inhale, then exhales. He canât show these sorts of emotions in front of the woman, for sheâll no doubt question and question about whatâs wrong, which will then lead to an argument. He doesnât need arguments.
As Satoru sees the mall in the distance, heâs overrun by the sudden determination. The determination to find you and meet his son.
âJust one more question, Koji. Then letâs eat dinner, how does that sound?â
The young boy groans in annoyance, the math work of simple addition problems laid out in front of him. He hates math, almost as much as you, excelling in other subjects like English and Art. âBut MamaâŠâŠâ he drags the words out in a childish manner.
Plating two plates of tonkatsu chicken with curry, one plate smaller than the other, you turn to your son who now has a pout on his face. You resist the urge to pinch his cheeks. âYou can do it, you did the other ones so well.â
Sitting next to him, you look over at his workbook. Just one more problem. Itâs a problem consisting of three numbers, 5, 23, and 6. Simple in your eyes, but a disastrous monstrosity in the eyes of a five-year-old. âMama will help you, okay?â
âOkay, Mama.â Koji grumbles, reluctantly grabbing his red pencil again.
Times like these you cherish. Sure, itâs mundane and not very exciting. But itâs the little things that matter most to you. Helping your kids with homework, helping them learn to ride a bike, tie their laces, itâs all wonderful experiences from your perspective. Proof of the fact that your chubby little baby isnât very little anymore, growing into his own person. Although, the more he grows, the more heâs starting to resemble his father. Itâs scary at times, when he looks at you and you get random flashbacks.
Eating dinner and washing up is another thing you love. After such a hectic day, you just want to unwind with your son. You had put in your PTO for the convenience store a month in advance; after a particularly hard month. Finishing at 5:00pm, like most people do, is a breath of fresh air.
You let Koji tire himself out in the tub, then the living room, to which he has Cars playing (his favorite movie at the time). He plays with his own small set of matching cars, while you sweep the kitchen. Your eyes flicker over to your phone that lays face up on the island, a bubbling sensation forming in your being, one of contemplation. You wonder to yourself, would you call Satoru? You know his number by heart, he most likely hasnât changed it.
After the breakup, you cut off all contact with him and his friends, even choosing to get a new phone and new number, just to avoid any possibly drives of texting him, or to avoid him texting you. You quite literally wanted to erase every memory about him.
Kinda hard to do that when youâre raising his carbon copy.
After another blind minute, you pause your sweeping and grab your cellular device. Youâre about to grab Suguruâs business card from your purse when a sudden question hits you.
How was he able to call you earlier at work if you had never given your number to him in the first place?
Your brows knit together while you come up with any possible solutions and reasoning to that thought, coming up blank. Seriously, how did he call you? Without thinking, you go to your recent calls, pressing the first one, and raising your phone to your ear.
It rings for about a second, before Suguruâs coaxing voice follows. âHello?â
âHow did you get my number?â
âWhat?â
âHow did you get my number? I didnât give it to you at the store.â
You can practically hear the way heâs trying to formulate an answer. Coming up with a shitty one. âI justâŠguessed.â
You say nothing, your eyes narrowing on a certain spot on the blank white walls of your kitchen.
Another second passes before he gives in, too easily. âOkay, okay. Look, I donât want to sound creepy or anything butââ
âWere you stalking me?â
âWhat?! No! Of course not, Y/N. Iâd never do that.â
âThen tell me how you got my number without me telling you.â
He sighs. ââŠI have a friend. Heâs in the law enforcement and IâŠmay have asked around. But before you get any ideas, I was worried. You just fell off the face of the Earth and I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You canât stop the huff that leaves you. Should you feel complimented that he went out of his own way to do all this or invaded? Maybe both. Honestly, you did that all for a reason. And he blatantly went behind yours, probably everyoneâs, back to get some information on you in a shady way. Isnât that illegal or something? âSuguru, when people do that, it doesnât mean they want to be found.â
âI know, Y/N. But I was worried, so was Shoko and Satoruââ
âDoes he know my number too?â You ask, already feeling your panic run up your veins, boy straightening into a stiff position.
âNo, no, he doesnât. Just me.â He quickly relieves you.
You guess thatâs somewhat better. Although you still feel mildly annoyed at Suguru for what he did. âIs that all you know?â The way he doesnât respond immediately makes you feel even more frustrated, jaw clenching.
âIâŠ.â He lets out a heavy breath. âNo, itâs not.â
âWhat else do you fucking know?â
He winces at your now harsh tone of voice, though he knows itâs all expected. âIt wasnât on purpose, I just wanted your number, I swear. But when youâre looking for that kind of stuff, other things pop up likeâŠaddress andâŠyeah.â
If only he could see your expression right now. âYou know where I fucking live?â
âYes, Y/NâŠ.â
Okay, now your privacy is very invaded. You have never really gotten angry with Suguru, let alone get into an argument. He always knew when to stop, what not to say to make someone else feel worse, but did he just get fucking dumb after all these years? ââŠare you serious?â You know he is, not even giving him the chance to answer your rhetorical question. âFuck you, Suguru. I canât believe youâyou completelyâI donât even know what to tell you right now.â
You can hear the guilt in his voice, tone softening. âY/N, Iâm sorry. I had the best intentions, I was never going to visit you or call you without your specific permission to.â
âDid I give you permission to call me earlier?â
âNo, you didnât.â
âExactly.â With another scoff, you bite your lip, picking the correct words to voice out. You wouldnât say youâre a word vomit person, usually. But right now, you just feelâŠslightly weirded out. All this time, you thought you had solitude. But Suguru knew where you were this entire time? âGoodbye, Suguru.â
âY/N, waiââ
âDonât. If I need you, Iâll tell you. But right now I donât want to speak to you.â
He pauses, feeling his gut tighten. Nonetheless, he nods and mutters. âOkay, Iâll give you space. Just please know Iâm sorry and I really didnât have bad intentions.â
Seems like this is the second time today heâs apologizing to you. You donât like it. Without another word, you end the call, putting your phone back on the hard surface of the island. Jesus Christ. What the hell is going on, seriously?
One minute youâre stressing about getting evicted, then you have to worry about Satoru somehow running into you, and now you find out Suguru has just casually known your address all these years. Why is all of this deciding to be sprung on you all at once? Out of no where? The world must be punishing you for every unholy deed youâve done in your life; it really doesnât seem fair. At all. Canât things just go right for once in your life? You just want to go at least a day without external stressors fucking you over in every way possible.
Of course, youâre unlucky. Thatâs just how things have always been for you. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, and youâre the punchline to every cruel joke. The thought of Suguru knowing your address sends a cold, uncomfortable shiver down your spine. What else does he know? What else has he been hiding?
The questions swirl in your mind, each one more suffocating than the last. You sit down heavily on the edge of your worn-out couch, its cushions sagging beneath you as though they, too, are tired of carrying your weight. You bury your face in your hands, the skin of your palms rough against your cheeks, and take a deep, shaky breath.
Satoru (and Suguru). Their names alone bring up a storm of emotions you can barely keep bottled up. Youâve worked so hard to keep them, and everything they represent, in the past. Yet here they are, forcing their way back into your life like unwelcome ghosts.
You glance at the stack of overdue bills on the coffee table, mocking you with their bold red lettering. As if you didnât already know you were drowning. Maybe itâs time to stop fighting the tide.
You watch Koji focus on the bright screen, moving his toy cars in unison with the movie. Willing yourself to worry about the now, to convince yourself that youâre not done, that thereâs still some fight left in you.
However, that seems to be proving harder each and every single day.
Itâs a chilly, but sunny winter day. The sidewalk filled with other people going about their day. Youâre wearing a black trenchcoat, along with a scarf. Hands stuffed into the pockets of your coat as little puffs of white air leave your mouth, a stark piece of evidence of how cold it is today. The heels of your shoes clacking down the concrete, making your way to the familiar cafe of Latte Lounge.
Saturdays are supposed to be happy days, a final breath of fresh air after the business of the weekdays prior. The day where people enjoy Mother Nature and what she has to offer, a day of sleeping in, a day of no responsibilities.
A woman like you has no Saturdays. Itâs like every day is a cold, hard Monday.
You finally spot the cafe, its large, glass windows giving you a sneak peek to the liveliness that resides inside. Of course, most people do choose to go to cafes on Saturdays. Especially this early in the morning. Walking in, the small bell above the door dings. The workers behind the counter greet you; while you give them a half greeting back, your eyes scan the environment. It takes a few seconds, but you see Mr. Ito sitting at a table for two in the corner.
You prepare yourself with a heavy sigh, forcing your feet to maneuver you over to the man who smiles and stands once he sees you approaching. âMs. Y/N, good morning.â
âGood morning.â Youâre a little caught off guard when he takes the empty seat from across from him and pulls it out, a silent move of help. Sitting down, he pushes your chair in then walks back over to his own. He laces his fingers together on top of the table. âGet whatever youâd like, on me, remember?â
âOh, Iâm not very thirsty right now.â
âNo, please. Itâs my pleasure, especially for meeting with me so early this morning.â
A part of you wants to deny his niceness. But, he did cause you to lose money you couldâve still had to spare if you didnât have to call in Sana to watch Koji. And well, coffee always makes you feel better. âJust an iced vanilla latte.â
He nods and stands up. âGreat, Iâll be back.â
Watching him go up to the counter and order, you look back down at your lap. Koji misbehaving sounds odd, heâs always been an obedient kid. Of course he has his moments, but he understands when to listen and when to goof around. A few minutes later, Mr. Ito sits back down with two cups of coffee, sliding yours over to you. You thank him and sip. Hm, not too bad.
Thereâs a small silence that flows over you two as you taste your coffees, but you wait for him to speak first. He did schedule this little meeting, after all. He clears his throat. âSo, Ms. Y/N, again thank you for meeting with me.â
You nod. âOf course, Mr. Ito. Anything for Koji.â
Mr. Ito smiles, his hand waving you off. âOh please, call me Haruto.â
Already trying to get on a first name basis. Simply nodding again, you raise an eyebrow for him to continue.
âAnywho, like I said earlier this week, I have concerns about Kojiâs behavior. You see, heâs had about six instances where he doesnât listen to me when I say itâs time for silent reading time. I understand heâs a talkative child, but he usually does not act out like this. Would you happen to have any idea as to why he is behaving this way so suddenly?â
âNo, I donât. Koji listens well, and he hasnât come to me specifically about getting in trouble.â You respond, lips pursing.
Mr. Ito nods in understanding. âI can assume so, but his behavior has started affecting his peers, as well.â
You sit up straighter in your chair. âIn what way?â
âWell,â Mr. Ito tilts his head, seemingly recounting the times Koji has misbehaved. âThe students who sit around him have started coming to me, complaining about how Koji doesnât leave them alone. They feel as if heâs taking away from their learning.â
What? Not to mention that that sounds quiteâŠinteresting for other five year olds to say, but no way Koji has been that bad. Maybe itâs your bias as his parent, but this is brand new to you, very brand new. Even when heâs home, Koji always insists on doing his homework before playing or eating dinner. So really, youâre not sure how to react to this surge of new information about your own child. âI really donât know, Mr. Ito. I mean, Koji is a great boy, he listens very well to me and the other adults in his life. Iâm just as shocked as you are right now.â
Mr. Ito leans back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. âIâm not doubting your parenting skills. Kojiâs clearly a bright and energetic boy. Maybe too energetic for some of his classmates to handle.â His tone is light, but thereâs an undercurrent there, something you canât quite place. âItâs possible heâs just seeking attention in ways that might not be obvious at home.â
You nod slowly, though his words donât sit right with you. Koji doesnât come across as attention-seeking at all. If anything, heâs a bit reserved until heâs comfortable around someone. âIâll talk to him tonight and see if I can figure out whatâs going on. Maybe thereâs more to this than meets the eye.â
âIâm sure you will,â Mr. Ito says, his smile deepening as he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. The movement feels deliberate, like heâs closing some invisible gap between the two of you. âYouâve always struck me as a very attentive parent.â
The compliment lands awkwardly, and you find yourself straightening your back again, instinctively pulling away from his lingering gaze. âThank you, Mr. Ito,â you say curtly, steering the conversation back to its purpose. âI just want to make sure Kojiâs doing well and that his behavior isnât affecting his classmates.â
âOf course,â he says smoothly, not missing a beat. âAnd Iâm here to help however I can. We could even set up regular meetings if youâd like, to make sure we stay on the same page about Kojiâs progress.â
âThat wonât be necessary,â you say, your polite tone edging into firmness. âBut I do appreciate the offer.â
His smile falters for a brief moment, but he quickly recovers, leaning back in his chair as though he hadnât just been testing the waters. âUnderstood. Please, donât hesitate to reach out if you ever need anything. My door is always open.â
You nod, feeling a distinct shift in the atmosphereâone youâre eager to step away from. âWell, are there any other concerns I should know about, Mr. Ito?â
He looks like he wants to say more, but decides against it. âNo, Ms. Y/N. None at all, thank you for coming out.â
âThank you for the coffee, have a nice day.â You reply, wasting no time in standing up, grabbing your drink in one hand and bag in the other. Though, his voice speaking again causes you to stop.
âMs. Y/N,â Mr. Itoâs voice stops you just as you push your chair back. You glance at him over your shoulder, and thereâs a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. âI really hope I didnât come across as too forward earlier. Iâm just...invested in making sure Koji has everything he needs to thrive.â
You offer a polite smile, settling the strap of your bag on your shoulder. âOf course, Mr. Ito. I appreciate that.â
He smiles, but thereâs a pause before he continues. âItâs rare, you know, to see a parent as involved as you are. Itâs refreshing.â
The compliment makes you pause, and you clutch your coffee cup a little tighter. âWell, Kojiâs my world,â you reply simply, brushing off the remark.
âAs he should be.â Mr. Ito leans back in his seat, his fingers lightly tapping the side of his own drink. âBut I imagine that must get exhausting sometimes, especially since you seem to handle everything on your own.â His tone is casual, but thereâs a softness to it, as if heâs inviting you to confide in him.
You blink, his words catching you off guard. Is he fishing for something? âItâs not always easy,â you admit cautiously, âbut thatâs just part of being a parent.â
âTrue,â he says with a small nod, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long. âStill, you shouldnât hesitate to lean on the people around you when you need to. Itâs not a sign of weakness, you know.â
You stiffen slightly, unsure how to interpret his words. They seem innocuous enough, but the way his gaze flickers toward you feels... calculated. âI manage just fine, thank you,â you reply, keeping your tone light but firm.
âOf course,â he says smoothly, raising his hands slightly as if to placate you. âYou strike me as someone who handles things with grace. Itâs admirable.â
You glance at your watch, eager to end the conversation. âWell, I should get going. Iâll talk to Koji about everything we discussed.â
âOf course.â Mr. Ito stands as you do, his smile as steady as ever. âThank you again for meeting me. And...if you ever want to talk more, even just about life in general, Iâd be happy to listen.â
His words hang in the air for a moment, and you force another polite smile. âThank you, Mr. Ito. Have a good day.â
âI can walk you to your car, Iâm heading out as well.â He quickly suggests.
You shake your head almost instantly, smile feeling more narrow. âNo need, thank you.â
âAre you sure?â
âQuite sure.â
âBut Iââ
âThank you again, but I really must go.â You cut him off, feeling your patience run thin and the desire to be cordial and polite stretching too much. You nod stiffly and turn around to briskly walk out the cafe. However, just as you do so, you collide into something, or someone.
Your open-lidded coffee fumbles a bit in your hand, quickly steadying it. Though it does manage to stain the white shirt of the person you just bumped into. Just great. You hold back a wince and apologize. âIâm really sorry, I wasnâtââ
Your words leave you, your breath feeling like itâs been stolen straight from your chest. Every hair on your body stands up straight, your heart falling straight to your ass like youâve just hit the biggest drop on a rollercoaster. You know that feeling when you question if something is real or not, pleading with yourself and every deity watching that itâs not? Well, thatâs exactly how you feel right now.
It feels like a spotlight has been shone on you without your consent and you suddenly want to throw up. Because as your eyes have moved up to profusely apologize to the stranger, a bucket of water filled with nostalgia and past memories drowns you.
The bright blue, unmistakable irides stare back down at you. A million memories play on repeat, but one thingâs for certain.
The past has never felt so close, and you suddenly want to erase it all and scream.
a/n: the dreaded reunion is here! thank you for reading and the tremendous support! <3 stay tuned for next chap, sorry if yall thought these two were boring, chapter 3 will be getting more into it
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Crybaby
Soft!Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some mild swears, nothing spicy... for now.
Summary: Every time Mattheo sees you cry and falls in love with you for it.
A/N: This is my first fic EVER! I was too excited to get it proof read by my bestie so all mistakes are my own. Check the tags at the end for a funny surprise.
Word Count: 7,300+ (Sorry, I went crazy)
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Mattheo had never been one of those who could be influenced by tears. With who his father was he learned very quickly as a child that tears equated to weakness, and weakness was never allowed.Â
Even at times where previous flings had sobbed after being tossed aside or cried for cuddles after sex, it didnât move him. After all, heâd always made it clear that he wasnât a romantic. Heâd have his fun and move on, he never gave any indication that it would be more meaningful than that. Because of this heâd been called a âcold hearted bastardâ more times than he could count.Â
Which is why the first time he saw you cry he swore something was wrong with him. Seeing your puffy, red cheeks, your quivering, plump bottom limp and wide, watery eyes he felt like someone sent a stinging hex right to his gut. Your eyes were trained right on a laughing Enzo.Â
Now it wasnât completely uncommon for Enzo to make a girl cry. After all, he too would flirt his way into one of their classmates beds from time to time. Though Enzo prided himself on having a kind, prince-like persona publicly, so he kept all of his trysts and crying ex-lovers deeply hidden from public view. So it was unusual for Enzo to be seen with a crying girl in public, right in the middle of the hallway near the potions classroom.Â
The closer Mattheo got the clearer he could see that you had not actually cried yet. Your eyes were full of unshed tears, and by the look of your puffed up cheeks and bitten bottom lip you were clearly attempting not to cry. Oddly to him, this didnât lessen the weird sensation in his stomach. It only made him slightly angry at his friend for a reason he couldnât even name.Â
Your eyes flickered to him for a brief moment before settling back on a smiling Enzo.Â
âFine,â you said in a defeated tone, âYou win. You can borrow my notes for Transfiguration. But this is the last time Enzo!â
Enzoâs smile widened as he picked you up in an embrace and spun you around. Immediately your face brightened and your giggles echoed in the empty hallway.
âThatâs my favorite Hufflepuff!â Enzo teased, ruffling your hair, âNext time just agree before you lose another bet and turn into a little crybaby.âÂ
Your giggles turned into a playful pout, âHey! You cheated! You have longer legs than I do! And the staircase moved on my way down! Youâd cry too if you ran as much as I did and still lost.âÂ
Enzo let out a chuckle and shook his head, âWell maybe donât propose a race next time. It was your idea after all. I play quidditch love, there isnât a world in which you win against me.â Â
âWhatever, Iâll win the next bet, youâll see!âÂ
You stuck your tongue out at Enzo and turned around, walking away from Enzo much more cheerfully than Mattheo expected for a girl whose eyes were bursting with tears when he walked into this hallway.Â
âIn your dreams love!â Enzo called after you, earning a swift middle finger from behind your back. Mattheo stopped behind Enzo, pure confusion over witnessing the entire interaction between you two. The assumption that you were one of Enzoâs fangirls or jilted ex-lovers was clearly off the table, but he still couldnât make sense of the welled up tears in your eyes.
âGirl trouble Enz?â Mattheo hummed, curiosity thoroughly peaked by you and the strange feelings you brought on.Â
Enzo, now aware that Mattheo had witnessed the entire exchange smirked, âNah, nothing like that. Sheâs just fun to tease, is all.â And with that Enzo ducked into the Potions classroom, leaving Mattheo not entirely satisfied with the answer. Nonetheless, he brushed off his gut feelings and whatever thoughts swirled in his head. He likely wouldnât have an opportunity to interact with you again, he and his friends never kept one girl around too long, even if she was entertaining.Â
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he followed after Enzo to their table in class.Â
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When Mattheo entered the Slytherin common room after smoking in the Astronomy Tower he was not prepared to find you on the couch with Enzo, this time actually crying. Though you were also laughing hysterically because Enzo happened to be tickling your feet.Â
âHow dare you! How dare you say Iâm not your favorite Slytherin!â Enzo chided, gleeful smile on his face as he tickled the sock covered soles of your feet. He slowed to a stop, holding your ankles in his lap to keep you from escaping.Â
âI didnât say you werenât!â You giggled, voice breathless because of your laughter, âI said I donât know the other Slytherins so I canât pick a favorite!âÂ
Enzo smirked, âNot good enough!â, and with that he resumed tickling your feet. Your laughter and squeals bouncing around the common room.Â
Mattheo couldnât help but stare, he and the guys never brought girls to the dorms, and certainly never sat together in the common room. Your yellow skirt and robe were a beacon in the dark and cold that was the Slytherin common room, Salazar Slytherin himself would have a conniption if he saw a giggling Hufflepuff on the couch. And yet, there you were with Enzo, both laughing as if this was not peculiar at all.Â
âSay it! Say Iâm your favorite!â Enzo demanded, his fingers still torturing the pads of your feet.Â
âOkay!â You laughed, âEnzo is my favorite Slytherin!â You were attempting to wiggle your ankles free from Enzoâs grasp and escape the tickling torture but Enzo kept an iron grip, not satisfied with your answer.Â
âAnd?âÂ
âAnd Iâll always share my notes with him!â You squealed, completely out of breath from all the laughter. Enzo, seemingly satisfied with your answer finally released your feet, which you immediately tucked under your lap, still wheezing from laughter.Â
âEnzo,â you huffed, âYouâre a spoiled brat, you know that?âÂ
âYou love it, crybaby.â Enzo winked. His head turned and noticed Mattheo staring at them, still trying to make sense of the scene before him. âMattheo! Come here, meet my little Hufflepuff!âÂ
Mattheo strode over and sat on the chair opposite to them, eyes flickering between the two of them. The addition of his presence made you seem more shy now, as if you were embarrassed to be caught with Enzo like this, you refused to make eye contact with him and your cheeks were a little blushed.Â
âY/N this is Mattheo, Mattheo this is Y/N. Sheâs my transfiguration partner and the cutest girl in Hogwarts.âÂ
Your blush seemed to bloom even redder from the compliment. But your eyes shyly made contact with him and a soft smile graced your face.Â
âHi, ignore Enzo, heâs just trying to get into my good graces after tickle torturing me and making me tutor him for two hours.âÂ
Mattheo muttered a low âhelloâ and quietly trudged to his room, door slamming with much more force than he intended. His heart was pounding and he felt surge of envy towards Enzo.Â
Enzo was right, you were cute, and even though your face was streaked with laughter induced tears and wild hair from wiggling on the couch, Mattheo thought you looked adorable. Heâd never thought that tears could be cute before, but there you were with a soft smile and bubbling laughter. These thoughts and feelings were all new to him, it made him feel suffocated and embarrassed, but he was Mattheo Riddle for Salazarâs Sake! Mattheo Riddle doesnât run from anything, let alone cute girls. Yet he knew he couldnât just sit there under your pretty gaze and risk making a fool of himself. Enzo would never let him live it down.
Outside in the common room he could hear you ask Enzo if you said something wrong. Now he felt like an asshole, of course you were too sweet to think he was the problem. Mattheo closed his eyes and flopped onto his bed. He could hear Enzo comfort you, saying âMattheoâs just an assâ and offering to walk you back to your dorm.Â
For whatever reason, hearing that made him sort of agitated. He wanted to walk you to your dorm, and heâd be his usual charming self and make you laugh and blush, then youâd direct your smile at him and maybe thatâd make him feel better. Maybe heâd even kiss you, and that thought warmed him in a different way. Mattheo groaned, just thinking of kissing you burned his mind with other ideas, less innocent things with you, where your sweet, shy smile turned into something sultry and pleading, he could feel his dick harden and more thoughts bloomed, each one more tantalizing than the last.Â
Mattheoâs door opened and Enzo walked in with Theo following behind. Theo just looked at him, nodding casually before turning to his side of the room, but Enzoâs eyes were dancing with mischief, a Cheshire grin already etched into his face.Â
âVery smooth, Matty-boy.â Enzo teased.Â
Mattheo fixed him with a glare, he hated when anyone called him Matty. âDonât call me that, and I have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
Enzoâs smile widened, eyes alight, âOh no? You donât want to talk about how cute, little Y/N said one sentence to you and you ran off?âÂ
Theoâs head shot up at that, looking between his two dorm mates with mild interest. Theo always had an uncanny way of reading Mattheo, which right now really irked him since Enzo was stirring the pot.Â
âI didnât run off, Iâm tired.â Mattheo grumbled, âWhy did you even bring her here? We donât bring flings here.â He had a feeling there was no such relationship between you and Enzo, but he couldnât help but try and fish for more information.
âYou brought a girl here?â Theo asked incredulously, his interest now fully invested.
Enzo rolled his eyes, âSheâs not a fling, weâre friends. We were doing homework together after we got kicked out of the library.âÂ
âDidnât seem like homework when you were tickling her.â Mattheo grumbled, the memory flashing in his mind with a new wave of annoyance.Â
âYou were tickling a girl here?â Theo echoed.Â
âJealous?â Enzo directed at Mattheo before he turned to Theo, âTheo, sheâs a Hufflepuff and so much fun to mess with. Itâs not like that.â
âSo, you wouldnât mind if I flirted with her?â Theo drawled. Mattheoâs head snapped to Theo, he could feel acid in his throat thinking of Theo flirting with you. Theoâs eyes were already on him, eyebrow quirked, his expression knowing. Mattheo glared back at him and turned away, he knew he shouldnât care what Theo or Enzo did with you, but he did, and that pissed him off more.
Enzo laughed wholeheartedly, âSure, but if youâre not serious sheâll sniff out your bullshit. When I first met her I flirted with her for her notes and she stepped on my foot so hard I had to go to Madam Pomfrey!âÂ
Theo chuckled, âAlright, so sheâs off limits then.â Â
âYouâre fucking right she is. I actually do want to be friends with her, I donât need you assholes scarring her for life with your flirting. Itâs already going to be an uphill battle with how hellish Draco and Pansy can be.â
âSo weâll be seeing more of her?â Theo questioned, and for once Mattheo was glad for Theoâs inquisitive nature, the same question burning in his mind. He wanted to see more of Y/N, his mind flickering back to those not so innocent thoughts.Â
âYeah, probably.â And with that, the conversation seemed to be over, Mattheoâs lack of talking not going unnoticed by his two friends. They shared a look, coming to the exact same seemingly impossible conclusion: Mattheo had a crush.Â
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Enzoâs casual affirmation was an understatement, as the next day he invited his Hufflepuff to sit with them in the Great Hall at breakfast. She was smiling up at Enzo when he brought her over, then turning her smile to all of them at the table. She shot Mattheo a shy smile and wave before settling between Enzo and Blaise.Â
Pansy and Draco both offering indifferent greetings before turning to each other and continuing their conversation. Theo, Blaise and you began an intense discussion about potions, Enzo offering a comment here and there while he ate breakfast. Mattheo could only look around at his friends in confusion, his group not known to be friendly with people outside of Slytherin, or even with others in Slytherin for that matter. Draco and Pansy being the worst of two but they barely even acknowledged you and continued what they were doing. Blaise and Theo were known to be standoffish and yet here they were joking with you about potions.Â
âThey know her, dumbass.âÂ
Mattheoâs eyes shot to Enzo across from him, his face looking smug. Everyone else was so wrapped up in their conversations they didnât hear what Enzo had whispered.Â
âWhat?â Mattheo asked.
âYou look confused,â Enzo clarified, stopping to take a bite of his Apple, âThey all know her, sheâs been in all of our classes since second year.â
Mattheo nodded in understanding, eyes flickering back to the sweet Hufflepuff, who had now drawn Pansy and Draco into the conversation, the five of them debating whether or not Professor Snape used shampoo. Her face was glowing with happiness, every time she laughed he could see the flutter of her full lashes. His mind echoed the strange desire to count each lash.Â
He liked her laughing. The two times heâd seen her teary he thought sheâd been cute, the frustration tears from chasing Enzo and the tears from laughing too hard, it was easy to find her adorable, but seeing her carefree and laughing filled his chest with yearning, he wanted her light to shine on him, even just for a moment. Yes, he much preferred her like this, hopefully he wouldnât have to see her cry for a long while.Â
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Mattheo didnât know how many different ways someone could cry until he met you.Â
Now fully adopted into his friend group heâs seen you cry over something with each of his friends and it confused him. He always assumed crying meant a person felt sad, that there were no other reasons to cry. The first time he saw tears in your eyes he added exhaustion as an acceptable reason to cry. Then he added laughter after the common room tickle incident. He figured thatâd be it.
Until he found you and Pansy swaddled in blankets in her room listening to a muggle artist named Olivia Rodrigo and eating ice cream. Heâd only stopped by to return a book he borrowed from Pansy the week before, he knocked and the door cracked open and he saw your tear streaked face and Pansy huddled on the floor, her face was turned away from him but he heard her sniffles.Â
He fumbled out an explanation about the book and you accepted it from him with a small smile. After the door had closed he heard the music blast to full volume.Â
Heâd never thought Pansy would ever cry, sheâd always felt like such expressions were beneath her. He was also very much confused on why you were crying, which made him worried something had happened to both of you. It wasnât until later that Theo and Enzo told him that Pansy and Luna had broken up and you had decided some girl time was much needed to âfeel your feelingsâ and listen to sad songs.
Heâd never considered sympathy crying, but there you were with Pansy, sharing her pain. He admired you for it, your kindness knowing no limits.
The next day Pansy threatened to cut off his dick if he ever told anyone heâd seen her cry, though he was honest and said he actually hadnât seen anything, and she seemed comforted by that fact. After Pansy seemed to be lighter almost, and she became as protective of you as Enzo, which became clear after Adrian Pucey cornered you in the hallway to harass you for a date. Enzo broke his nose and Pansy sent a hex that had Adrian vomiting hair clumps for a week. Mattheo would deny it but he also paid Adrian a visit after the hex had worn off and threatened a whole lot worse than a broken nose and a gross hex if Adrian so much as breathed in your direction.
The lust Mattheo felt for you still burned but there was something else, something new to him. Something that made him want to comfort you and protect you, to have you look for him for safety. Now, he didnât just want your body, he wanted your undivided attention.Â
Mattheo tried to brush off these thoughts. He was no romantic, you were too sweet and nice to get wrapped up in something with him. As soon as it ended, youâd be crushed and Pansy and Enzo would likely make him suffer for hurting you. He told himself he just felt this way because you were friends, and friends is what youâd have to stay to be safe from him.Â
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Quidditch hardly interested you, Mattheo found out. Occasionally you volunteered with Madam Pomfrey and youâd seen enough quidditch injures to give you too much anxiety to watch the game. So whenever he and the boys played youâd skip up to them with boxes of baked goods to wish them luck and left on your merry way to watch the infirmary so Madam Pomfrey could supervise the game.
Surprisingly, Draco had been won over through his stomach. His indifference morphed into a kind of bland acknowledgement until heâd gotten the first good luck treats of the season, then he became outright friendly towards you. But when heâd caught the snitch the first time that year youâd made the whole team a whole fleet of chocolate lava cakes and candied fruit. Draco had sworn all of it was for him but after that he had taken on a kind of pseudo-brother relationship with you.
Conversely, you and Blaise bonded over your distinguished and varied adoration of books, often times swapping between yourselves. Blaise alleged that you were the only one he could read around because you werenât âa distracting idiotâ like Enzo and Draco or âan eternal gossipâ like Pansy, but Mattheo could see that Blaise just had a soft spot for you like everyone in the group. Every time they went to Hogsmeade together you and Blaise would peel off to Flourish and Blotts, always coming back with more books. Of course, Blaise being chivalrous meant you never carried your own books despite your protests. The more time they spent in Hogsmeade the longer your books would get passed around to be carried until they always landed in Mattheoâs hands. Though he didnât mind because you would smile sweetly at him when they returned to Hogwarts and thanked him for carrying your books.Â
Yes, Draco and Blaise had become like brothers to you. So when Madam Pomfrey rushed them to the infirmary both bruised with multiple broken bones Mattheo had seen all the color drain from your face.
None of the team was allowed to be in the infirmary so the last thing he could see was your crushed expression and tears welling up in your eyes. Theo, Pansy, Enzo and him had paced outside the hallway until Madam Pomfrey had shooed them away to go rest, telling them they could visit in the morning.Â
Mattheo had hardly slept the entire night. His two friends unconscious and battered and your crestfallen face had haunted him. As soon as he could reasonably leave the dorm he rushed to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips upon seeing him, knowing he had not rested but allowed him to visit anyway, despite it still being too early.Â
Draco and Blaise laid in their beds, looking much better than when theyâd arrived. Whatever Madam Pomfrey had given them was slowly repairing the bones and easing the bruising on their bodies, their sleeping faces looked peaceful so it was clear they werenât in pain. In between the two of their beds was you, huddled into yourself on a chair.Â
Hearing Mattheo approach had made you lift your head from the floor. Your eyes were puffy from exhaustion, your usual bright smile gone and replaced by a mournful frown. You were wearing the same clothes from yesterday so he knew youâd stayed by their side all night and likely not slept.Â
He stood in front of you, not sure what to say and as he looked at you he saw fresh tears gather in your eyes and your lip was trembling. Before he could say anything youâd lept from the chair and wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as silent sobs wracked your body.Â
Mattheo had never been hugged like this. He was fairly certain heâd never been hugged ever. But here you were, clinging to him and crying into his chest. His heart ached feeling your tears soak into his shirt, you couldnât keep your sobs silent anymore, now fully weeping on him. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.Â
He just held you as you bawled. Though this situation was less than ideal it felt good that he could be here for you, comforting you. Your body was enveloped in his and he was reminded how small you were, so fragile but so strong at the same time. He wondered how long youâd held yourself together before he got here. That thought made him embrace you tighter, at least he could be here for you now. He told himself heâd keep holding you until you were ready to let go.
Your sobs had turned into little whimpers and sniffles, but you didnât let go of him. Your head stirred underneath him and he looked down at you, seeing you staring up at him. Your wide eyes glassy and cheeks red, dried tear tracks on your face. The word beautiful flashed through his mind, somehow no matter what you did you always managed to look perfect to him.Â
âT-thanks Matty,â you voice quivered, âEr, I mean Mattheo.â Your cheeks were already red from crying, though Mattheo desperately wanted to believe they got a little bit pinker.
âYou can call me Matty.â His voice was somewhat hoarse and raspy from fatigue. Her lips quirked up slightly and then she sighed and closed her eyes.Â
She slowly unwrapped her arms from him and dropped them to her side, looking back at Draco and Blaise. His body felt empty and cold after you let go, he felt the urge to pull you back but stifled it, as exhaustion was currently winning over his body.
Mattheo looked around and saw a spare blanket and two pillows. He quickly grabbed them, dropping them on the floor between the two beds with his friends. He sat on the floor, with one pillow behind his head against the wall. He pat the spot next to him and down you came, sitting next to him with the other pillow behind your head. He spread the blanket over the two of you and your head came to rest against his shoulder. His eyes closed and then sleep claimed the both of you.
He woke up to a flick on his forehead. He was still propped up against the wall with you ully leaned against his body, still dozing. Draco stood in front of him, the obvious perpetrator of the flick against his head, he was changed out of the hospital clothing but had various bandages and wraps on his body. Blaise was next to him leaning against the hospital bed heâd been spent the night in in, displaying a similar number of bandages. Both of them wearing smirks on their faces aimed at Mattheo and the Hufflepuff curled against him.
âCozy?â Draco teased.Â
Mattheo rolled his eyes with a smile, clearly his friends were alright if they were feeling up to making fun of him.Â
âShe stayed here all night for you dopes and we were tired,â Mattheo grunted, âClearly youâre both feeling better though.âÂ
His friendâs teasing smirks fell and they looked guiltily at the sleeping girl.Â
âYâknow sheâs going to fuss over us when she wakes up.â Blaise admitted, Draco nodded with a sigh.
âSheâll probably cry.â Draco sighed. Not one of the three boys were looking forward to seeing their friend cry.
âIâve gotta start carrying around some tissues for her,â Mattheo blurted. Blaise and Draco laughed at that, nodding in agreement and joking the whole group should start carrying some. Â
The boysâ laughter stirred the Hufflepuff and she blinked her tired eyes open. At seeing Blaise and Draco awake and standing in front of her she shot right up, discarding the blanket on the floor.
âBlaise! Draco! Oh thank Merlin! How are you feeling? Are you supposed to be standing up? Do you need water? Iâll go get Madam Pomfrey to clean your bandages!â You rattled off, mind clearly spinning off with things to help the two injured Quidditch players. Luckily Blaise grabbed your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.
âWeâre fine. Madam Pomfrey is letting us go today. Weâre coming back everyday for the next week for the medicine and check ups.â Blaise seemed to sooth you with this, you nodded absentmindedly. Without your brain taking over you really looked at Draco and Blaise and, just as the boys predicted, you started shedding tears. You grabbed both boys and pulled them towards you, both giving you a half hug as you cried. Through your sobs you started babbling your relief about how they were both okay and making them promise to never have to come here half comatose they way they did.Â
In the span of a couple of hours your waterworks had turned from fear to relief and Mattheo was glad to see his friends being fussed over by someone so sweet and caring. Your tears were short lived, as Blaise and Draco did their best to make you smile. Your sniffling turned to giggles when Dracoâs stomach made a loud gurgle and he moaned about being starving, in typical dramatic Malfoy fashion.Â
You had stepped away to thank Madam Pomfrey for allowing you to stay and taking care of your friends. Though the older woman swore it was her job to care for all students and softly chided you for sleeping on the floor even she seemed to fall victim to your charm, hurrying you out the infirmary and promising to see you next time you volunteered.Â
âMr. Riddle, a word please.â Madam Pomfrey said before he could follow you, Draco and Blaise out the door. He nodded to his friends that heâd catch up with them, trying not to think too hard about your worried look.
âI do try not to meddle in my studentâs affairs,â Madam Pomfrey started, âBut my dear apprentice has been here since midday yesterday and hasnât eaten anything or slept, aside from your two hour nap on the floor,â the older woman gave a quick glare, âso if youâd please make sure your girlfriend eats and goes straight to bed, I would greatly appreciate it.â
Mattheo nodded dumbstruck, a satisfied Madam Pomfrey led him out the door.Â
Girlfriend. Madam Pomfrey thought you and Mattheo were dating. Mattheo once found dating any one repulsive, but he thought about your sweet smiles and angelic laughter and suddenly the idea of dating was inviting, so long as he was dating you. And that was terrifying thought, Mattheo didnât think himself boyfriend material, but the idea of seeing you date anyone else, or Merlin forbid one of his friends, made him nauseous. He conceded that maybe these feelings would fade after some time, after all, you didnât give him any indication that you wanted to be more.
Taking Madam Pomfreyâs words seriously he met up with you, Blaise and Draco. After all four of you were fed he suggested they all get rest, Draco and Blaise didnât argue, their exhaustion kicking in from their injuries, but you pouted, not wanting to go back to your own dorm alone. Mattheo wasnât immune to your puppy dog eyes so he offered his own bed so you could be with everyone. Draco and Blaise shared a knowing look, but you beamed up at him and happily trotted along with them to their dorms.Â
Enzo and Theo were still sleeping, likely to be out until afternoon so as quietly as they could Blaise and Draco went to their own beds, passing out shortly after pulling their blankets around their bodies.Â
You shed your large yellow knit sweater and yawned, smiling sleepily at Mattheo. He smiled and tilted his head to his bed, offering it to the kindly Hufflepuff. After removing her shoes she slipped under the covers, he could tell she was struggling to stay awake.Â
âAre you coming to bed too?â
Her question made his neck feel hot, she looked at his innocently, eyes fluttering. If he got in that bed with her, he knew heâd never let go of whatever feelings were developing for her. He slowly shook his head, ready to lie to her and say he wasnât tired, that he was going to go shower or study or literally anything other than get into his bed with her.
âPlease Matty?â You pouted. Merlin, he was a goner. He sighed softly and slipped under the covers with you, trying to keep a respectful distance. This whole situation had his body burning and mind in overdrive. You smiled happily and let out a small giggle, wishing him goodnight and then allowing sleep to take you.
Truthfully, he didnât think heâd be able to sleep. His mind and body kicked into chaos at the proximity of the beautiful Hufflepuff. But he was actually tired, and your soft snores helped him relax and he was able to fall asleep as well.Â
That sleep was short-lived, as he only slept for about two hours. When he woke up you were completely tucked into his body, still snoring, with his arms wrapped around you. Luckily, everyone else was still completely knocked out. Against his urges he detached himself from your cuddling, thanking whatever higher power that no one witnessed the intimate moment, and slipped into the bathroom for a cold shower to cool his fevered skin.Â
The next day, he went to Hogsmeade and picked up a single green handkerchief with a snake and his initials embroidered into the fabric. Heâd never tell anyone but he always kept it in his pocket, just in case.
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Mattheo knew Theo didnât care for his birthday, after his mother had passed his father became cruel and he never had another birthday. When Enzo had mentioned it in passing at dinner, Theo had told you himself he didnât celebrate it.Â
Mattheo, now attuned to your expressions, saw a glimmer of sadness flickering behind your eyes, followed by a flash of determination. You hadnât said much after that, but he saw the gears in your head turning.Â
A week later on Theoâs birthday Enzo had dashed into the common room, asking all of them to follow him to the Room of Requirement. The whole walk there was tense, Mattheo could tell by Theoâs expression that if it was a big party he was going to be pissed. You were mysteriously missing most of the week, or dashing away quickly so he assumed you had planned something, with Enzoâs help of course.
When they pushed into the room there was no party. Instead there were soft string lights hanging from the ceiling, a fire going in an intricate stone fireplace and a swirling emerald green carpet guiding them further into the room. Just a few steps further and there you were, covered in flour and wearing an apron with splashes of food stains. In front of you was a table with only seven seats set, a cacophony of steaming food on top.
Mattheo and his friends had their mouths agape, trying to take in the extravagance around them. They knew you loved to cook, having been on the receiving end of endless, delicious desserts. But never before had you cooked an actual feast for them. He looked to Theo, who was not looking at the lights or the fireplace or even the food, his deep gaze on you.Â
Mattheo saw a nervous smile take hold of your face and watched your hands tug on each other, clearly nervous about Theoâs reaction.
âUm⊠I made it,â you pushed out, âI remembered you said once you missed your Momâs cooking so I made a bunch of Italian dishes. Y-your Mom probably made them better but I did my best. I even made Mostaccioli! I remember you said it was your favoriteâŠâ Your nervousness getting the better of you. No one said anything, all looking at Theo for his reaction.Â
Theo strode up to you, his face not showing anything, and he pulled you into a hug. Theo, who hated unnecessary touching, was hugging you. Mattheo even swore he heard Theo mumble âI love it.â
When your arms came around Theoâs broad back Mattheo got a glimpse of your face. Your eyes were closed, tears leaking out of the corners and a soft, peaceful smile on your face.Â
Mattheo didnât know what to call these types of tears. It felt bigger than the other ones heâd seen. These tears felt sweet and sad at the same time, like you and Theo had a secret understanding. Looking at you and Theo embrace felt like a private, raw moment, but he couldnât look away. He decided to deem these: bittersweet tears.Â
Theo let you go and you chuckled and wiped the sides of your eyes. You beamed at everyone and invited them to sit down and eat.Â
And as Mattheo sat down next to you, with a messy apron, covered in flour and a cheery grin on your face, Mattheo couldnât help but think you more radiant than heâs ever seen you.Â
And even though Theo refused to share the Mostaccioli with any of them, it was easily the best meal of Mattheoâs life, love and attention baked into everything you made. His friends more carefree and happy than heâd ever seen them, laughing and joking.Â
When you left to get the cake you made that was cooling by the roomâs kitchen area Theo leaned over to him and whispered, âIf you donât make a move soon, Iâm going to marry that girl.â Mattheo froze like a deer in headlights, but Theo just grinned at him and sipped his champagne.Â
Mattheo tried to ignore Theoâs words but they sat heavy in his mind. Ever since he started carrying around a handkerchief for you, he barely even noticed other girls. He canât even remember the last time he accepted a girlâs invite to her dorm. He only ever thought about you, and instead of fear and uncertainty now he only felt warmth and longing when he imagined you and him together. It surprised him how much he wanted all of it. He wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to have you laugh at his jokes, to smile at him, to worship you in any and every way youâd let him. The realization that he was completely smitten with you pierced through his whole body. Theo was right, you had to be his.
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Finding you alone was damn near impossible, Mattheo found out. If it wasnât his own friends it was literally everyone else in the entire castle. Apparently your light touched everyone at Hogwarts, as every time he tried to get a moment to ask you on a date someone would appear and ruined the moment.Â
At first he didnât mind. When the Weasley twins approached you with a new invention, something they called the Zinger Wing Giggle Ball you had been too excited to test it for them. Even Mattheo would admit a ball that flies around making teasing, sarcastic remarks and giggling was funny. Even more so when it scared the daylights out of Mrs. Norris and chased her all through the halls calling her âa dirty flobberworm with legs and a tailâ. You, of course, had felt bad for Filch and his tattle-cat but even so, you couldnât help but laugh along too.
Then there were the professors, Mattheo didnât realize how much volunteering you did for everyone. Professor Sprout requesting your assistance with the odd plant in the greenhouse or Hagrid wanting you to come witness whatever mysterious beast heâd found that week and log their abilities. Even Snape, who never seemed to like any of his students, would approach you for helping him stock his precious ingredients closet. How you made time for anyone was beyond Mattheo, but he was determined still.
His friends seemed to be the worst of all, they seemed almost determined to not let him have a moment alone with you. No matter where he was with you at least one of them would appear. When heâd finally gotten tired of it he gathered them all and told them he was trying to ask you on a date, a real ânot Mattheo being a fuckboiâ date, by Pansyâs words, not his. Of course with who his friends were and how fiercely protective they were over you, they grilled him for over an hour about his intentions. When they were finally satisfied galleons passed around into Theo and Enzoâs hands. Those fuckers had placed bets amongst themselves on whether or not Mattheo would ever figure out his feelings and ask you out. If Mattheo wasnât so annoyed heâd be a little touched that his two best friends had faith in him.Â
And now, here he was. There were no classes today, and almost everyone in the castle was at Hogsmeade. He knew you were somewhere, his friends confirming you werenât coming that day and had chosen to stay behind. Heâd looked for you everywhere, he had even bribed a younger year Hufflepuff with chocolate frogs to check if you were in your room. It felt like another day of failure for him. It was two hours before everyone would come back, he knew that it would be impossible to get you alone after that. He dragged his feet up to the astronomy tower, hoping to take a quick smoke to clear his head.Â
But he heard a familiar sniffle from the stairs. As quietly as he could he peaked out from the staircase and there he spotted your familiar tuft of hair and bright yellow knit sweater. He approached you, nerves bursting in his body until he felt his stomach drop. You were crying.
âWhat happened?â Mattheo questioned. His voice made you jump and when you looked at him, he saw your familiar puffy, red cheeks and watery wide eyes.Â
âHi Matty,â you said softly, âIts nothing. Just something stupid.â You sniffled, trying to wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. He pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and passed it to you. You looked at him gratefully and accepted it, wiping your face with the soft, expensive fabric.
âYouâd never cry for something stupid.â He corrected. He could remember every instance heâd seen you cry, nothing had ever been stupid about them. He sat next to you on the floor. You sighed, twisting your fingers nervously.
âSomeone called me a Slytherin whore.âÂ
Mattheo could have gotten whiplash with how fast his head snapped to you. Mattheo tried not to let his fury show. He really tried, knowing that his anger could potentially scare you.Â
âWho?â
ââŠDoes it matter?â
âWho?â
âItâs not worth it.â
âWho?â
He didnât mean to take a tone with you, but he was trying to figure out what asshole he was going to beat the shit out of. Then heâd let his friends have their turn.
âAdrian Pucey.â
That son of a bitch. That idiot couldnât learn the first time. Screw the quidditch team, theyâd find another chaser. When Mattheo was finished with him Pucey wouldnât be able to go near a broom for at least six months.Â
âIs that what people think of me?âÂ
Mattheo was so focused on his rage he didnât even see you deflating at his side. As he looked at you he realized you werenât just hurt by Puceyâs words, you believed them.
âNo, no one believes that. No one with a brain anyway.â Mattheo assured you. He would cast his anger aside for now, you needed him more.
âI just-â you groaned, holding your face in your hands, âI know I can be⊠clingy and a crybaby and maybe I do spend too much time with you guys, but I feel like you guys are my best friends and I like being around you guys and I feel like you guys like me around or maybe you just tolerate me but I feel like that shouldnât make me a whore and I-â Mattheo had let you babble long enough. He held your face in his hands and turned your head so you could look at him head on.Â
âListen to me,â He demanded, âYou are not a whore. Nothing you do or say could make you that. Understand?â
You nodded in his hands.Â
âWe do like you being around because we like you. You arenât clingy or a crybaby. Do you cry? Yes. Is it a perfectly normal reaction? Yes. Youâve made all of our lives better. Pansy has someone she actually likes to do girl stuff with. Draco knows someone outside of our fucked up group and his Mom cares about him. Theo had one of the best fucking birthdays of his life since his Mom died. All because of you! Donât let some asshole that Iâm going to punch in the teeth make you feel like youâre anything less than a ray of sunshine of every single life you touch.â
Mattheo hadnât realized your hands were cupping his own. You were smiling at him, eyes watery, he wiped a stray tear off your cheek. Your glassy orbs flashed with vulnerability.
âWhat about you, Matty? Have I made your life better?â
âBetter doesnât even begin to describe what youâve done to my life.â
More tears were flowing from your eyes but before Mattheo could wipe them away with his hands you threw yourself into his arms, toppling him over and kissed him.Â
Any thoughts in Mattheoâs head flew out the window as soon as your lips touched his. Your delicate fingers holding his face lovingly and your soft lips pressed against his own. He brought his hands up to your waist, lightly caressing the skin there that was exposed by your shirt and sweater riding up. The a flurry of peace flooded Mattheoâs body, it was as if his entire being was releasing a sigh of relief, a single thought echoed throughout his body: finally.
Unfortunately, youpulled away, your cheeks flushed. Mattheo was laying on the floor underneath you so you ended up right in his lap, which, looking from his point of view, was so fucking tempting.Â
âIâm going to marry the fuck out of you.â
Mattheo meant it but blurting it out had not been his intention, his brain still reeling from the kiss. Nonetheless, you giggled, airy and light like a tinkling bell.
âHow about a date first, Matty?â You teased.Â
âItâs a start.â Mattheo sat up, pulling your legs tighter around his waist so he could pull you even closer to him. Your fingers started to entangle in his hair and he looked up at you, pure adoration in your eyes, âDo I get to call you mine now?â
âIâve been yours Matty.â
He hummed happily, pulling your face down to kiss you again.Â
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Fred Weasley x fem! shy! Potter! Reader
Summary: During the final game of the season, a certain redhead couldnât care less about the trophy
Warnings/tags: swearing, friends to lovers, first kiss, getting together, mutual pining, Hufflepuff reader, potter reader, James being a good dad, Cedric being the best wing and hype man, Jess, Timothy and Joey OCs, marauders being parents
A/n: 4.4k words, ngl the alchemy plays in my head during this kiss scene, apologies for any mistakes I'm a bit ill right now, as always reader can be the bio or adopted older daughter of James and Lily, based on this and this requests âĄ
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âOh boy, oh boy!â James claps his hands, rubbing them together in excitement as he, Lily, Remus, and Sirius reach the top of the standsÂ
Lily giggles at her husband's enthusiasm, following him to the front row, while Remus and Sirius brace themselves at the top, catching their breaths after a quite frankly atrocious number of stairs
Today was the big game, not only was it the old rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but it was the final, and the first year Harry was serving as captain after Oliver passed the torch to him two years ago. It was safe to say as fun as the Triwizard tournament was the previous year, quidditch was still the marauders and coâs favourite pastime. Hell, the whole school was buzzing
âWere they always that high?â Sirius whispers, rubbing his chest âFuck meâ he breathes heavily
âI think weâre just old now my loveâ Remus chuckles, after all these years he still canât help but wind up his husband just a little bit
Sirius makes a face âFuck you! Iâm not oldâŠyouâre old!â he childishly argues, wearing a grumpy pout that twitches everyone once and again, revealing the smile beneath
âAnd when is your birthday?âÂ
Siriusâ mouth opens to reply but alas the man has nothing and is caught looking like a fish, though heâs a very cute fish in Remusâ mind
âWe might be oldâŠbut youâre still as pretty as you were last time we were up hereâ Remus compliments, leaning down to peck Siriusâ tinting cheeks âPretty boyâ he whispers one last blow before pushing off the beam and joining his friends leaving Sirius flusteredÂ
âPads? You comin?â James calls out, head shooting over âOhhhhâ James barks a knowing laugh, whispering something to Remus and patting his back as he sits down
Sirius canât help but let out a small smile as they turn away âHe thinks Iâm prettyâ he mutters all giddy to himself before joining his friends, taking a seat between Remus and James, with Lily on Jamesâ other side
âSee! I told you we were smart coming early, itâs already beginning to fill upâ Lily points out, smiling to herself as she shrugs off her jacket, grabbing the others as well, before laying them on the seats behind them to save room for when the McKinnonâs made their fashionably late appearance
James smiles, hand finding the top of Lily's head âThat we were, hunâ he agrees, patting her head and soaking up her proud little smile as she smooths out the rest of the coats
âWho are you looking for?â Remus asks, pulling Jamesâ attention back to find Sirius squinting off into the distance
âOur goddaughter, I havenât seen her in agesâ Sirius pouts, squinting harder
âYou saw her at Easter breakâ James chucklesÂ
âOh yeahâ Sirius nods, remembering âStill, I miss herâ he confesses, warming the men's hearts
Sirius and Remus decided against children, not that they didnât want them per se, more they couldnât confirm the child's safety with Remusâ furry little problem. As such, they filled that hole with you and Harry. Sirius took an extra shine to you though, maybe it was your shy yet cheeky nature that reminded him of Remus, or maybe itâs the little bit of himself he saw in you, watching you get sorted into Hufflepuff when everyone else in your big, wonderfully weird family was Gryffindor. Whatever it was, though today was Harryâs day, he still had to make sure you were alright
âDo you want your glasses?â Remus offers, sighing as he watches his husbands sorry display and reaches for his bag
Sirius swats his hand away âI donât need glasses moony, Iâm fine. Itâs just the wind, itâs blowing stuff in my eyesâ he gestures around his face, scrunching his nose before attempting to subtly squint again
Remusâ eyes meet Jamesâ, shaking his head as he mouths âwhy canât he admit defeat?â
James smirks, shrugging as he turns away, now interested in where you were, as is Lily after overhearing the debacle. The four searched for you as the student body make their way to the stands. Glancing around Remusâ spots a wild Weasley, smiling as he watches Ron attempt to hold back his blushes as Hermione fixes the red paint on his cheeks. Lily spots Neville, Ginny and Luna in another stand wearing their handmade lion mains. Sirius spots wellâŠnothing, but your father on the other hand is the one to finally find you.Â
He watches as you enter the stand diagonal to them with Cedric, Jess and two other boys he doesnât quite recognise but based on their green scarfs must be Timothy and Joey, which would be two out of the four very few Slytherins in this world he accepted were good, the others being his best friendsâ brother and the one and only Dorcas Meadows
âFound herâ he points with joy âThere she is, ainât our little fawn beautifulâ he shines, causing all their eyes to fall on you as you all worm your way to the front of your own stand
âItâs funny seeing them in red and goldâ Remus notes, an amused look as he observes yours, Cedric, and Jessâs Gryffindor scarves, most likely stolen from your brother and his friendsâŠor perhaps secretly gifted from one particular Weasley
Lily nods, but her head tilts to the side as your head taps the taller of the other boy's shoulders âThey seem close, which one is he again, Tim or Joe?â she ponders trying to remember
âTim, she said he was tall in the lettersâ James confirms âThey arenât togetherâ he says with confidence
âAnd how would you know that Captain Oblivious?â Remusâ laughs, eyeing his friend but then his gaze drifts to peak at his husband, who's been unusually quiet, realising heâs still very much struggling to see you
Remus slowly collects the glasses from his bag again and holds them up in offering
âDammitâ Sirius sighs accepting the truth and putting them on, looking grumpy until his eyes widen, like heâs seeing a brand-new world
âBetter love?â Remus teases while pointing you out again
âShut up mooâŠaww there she is, beautiful as everâ he adjusts them smiling âWaitâŠwhoaâ he looks at James doing a double take as everything is now in high definition âYouâve aged so wellâ he notes
Jamesâ smirks âWhy thank you, I steal Lilyâs muggles productsâ he admits unapologetically, not that itâs much of a surprise to the girl next to him who just rolls her eyes, accepting the fact she now buys two of every product just for him
âItâs the one with lighter hair, not Cedric, the taller oneâ Remus points out to Sirius
âOhâŠâ Sirius eyes the boy, judging â...nahâ
âWhat do you mean nah?â everyone jumps a little at first turning around to see Marlene, Dorcas and the cutest little lion there had ever been joining them âHoly shi⊠sugar those specks are somethingâ Marlene laughs, catching herself before glancing at her wife, mouthing an apology while their daughter looks up at them confused
âSuuâgarâ the little cub repeats before pointing at Sirius âSpecky!â she says excitedly âUnkie Jams tâwinâ she claps, pointing between James and Sirius before jumping and clapping again all happy with herself
Siriusâ quickly pulls the glasses off, cheeks heating while the others struggle to hold in their gigglesÂ
âI donât need themâ he looks straight at Marlene, trying his best to be convincing
She just gives him a âreallyâ look in return before smiling softlyÂ
Sirius half chuckles, half sighs as he admits defeat, flashing the women a genuine smile âItâs good to see you Marls, you too Dorca darlinâ he then looks down at little Lacy âHello little cubâ he coosÂ
âRwah!â Lacy holds up her hands in a claw motion, doing her best lion impressionÂ
It was well known the Marauders had one brain cell between them, but when that cell fired it was magical, all including her mothers and godmother pretended she was the most fearsome thing theyâd ever beheld, even a couple other parents who had taken seats little ways down joined in. After some pleas and chocolate offered to calm the beast, the group settled in again, catching up as they waited for the game to start.
You rocked on your feet, eyes continually flicking to the players entrance in anticipation
âYou good sunshine?â you feel a soft pat to the top of your head, looking up youâre greeted with Timothy's soft smile, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he checked in, worried the ruckus and busyness of the stand was a bit overwhelming for you
You gently tap your head into his shoulder, nodding âIâm goodâŠjust excitedâ you confess with warm cheeks as your nose is flooded with the scent of your scarf again
âAhhhhâ he elongates, giving you and then the scarf a look âY/n and Freddie sitting in a treeâ he whisper sings
Your eyes widen before you attempt a scowl that looks more like a puppy pouting âShut upâ you chide, fixing the scarf a little before looking away, hoping Cedric, Jess and Joey were having a more in depth conversion but instead you find them grinning âSugarâ you press your lips into a downturned smile
They all looked at each other before singing in unisonÂ
âKâŠiâŠsâŠsâŠiâŠnâŠg!âÂ
Despite your cheeks positively flaming around the second âsâ, you can help but break into a smile. Your friends knew about your little crush on the Weasley boy from afar. Despite your brotherâs closeness with the family you didnât have such ties, you adored Ginny on the few occasions she had visited, along with Ron and Hermione, but as for the rest of the clan your paths rarely crossed. You were meant to spend the summer with them as your families decided to holiday together, but when Cedric won the Triwizard tournament that changed, and instead, he took you and your friends traveling with the prize moneyÂ
Yours paths finally crossed at the beginning of the school year, when Sprout created a seating pattern allowing everyone to get familiar with their randomised Herbology partner before the end of year assignment. You were nervous at first, as you were sure the professor was when she pulled out your names. Putting the quietest person in Hogwarts with the loudest person seemed like it would either be the worst pairing she had ever seen or the most geniusÂ
To her good fortuneâŠand ego, it was the latter. It was surprising to see the king of mischief actually try with his assignments, but most chalked it up to the fact that while you were quiet, you were well-loved by your year, you held no prejudices, helped people with their assignments when the asked you, and was just in general sweet to everyone, to the point even the meanest Slytherins were a little soft on you. Therefore, most assumed Fred couldnât bear to let you down either, and while that was true at first, a second reason soon bloomed for the boy
It bloomed for you as well, you slowly opened up to him each class, topics drifting to something deeper, and by the time Christmas rolled around you both were close friends. So close in fact you began inviting him to your friendâs secret hideaway by black lake, at first to study, but then to hang out both with and without your other friends. It was funny at first, with Cedric and Jess being rivals in quidditch and Timothy and Joey's Slytherin status, but Fred warmed to them, gaining their trust and, not that they told either of you, their blessingÂ
âI hate you allâ you pout, falling into Cedricâs side hug as you shake your head
âNahâ Timothy joins from the other side
âYou love usâ Jess chimes in, beaming at you
âNot as much as she loves him thoughâ Joey adds cheekily, nodding towards the pitch, it seems none of you had noticed the crowds stir for the players appearances during your teasing session
Cedric and Timothy quickly retract their grasp, smiling at one another as you lunge adorably forward to see. Your friends soon join you, all cheering, while you find Fred in the small mass of people, admiring him as he laughs with the others. After a few moments, the team is finished talking, beginning to take flight and get into position. Once there, you watch as Fredâs eyes begin to scan the crowd, heart thumping as his gaze slowly draws closer, skipping a beat when they fall on you, and damn near stopping as he doubles back, face liftingÂ
You see, a few weeks ago you had met Fred to check over your final herbology assignment, which meant a late-night picnic waiting to see if your flower would bloom under the full moon. While chatting, the topic of today's game came up. Of course, now that Hufflepuff were out for the count, he teased you with who you would be supporting, his teasing backfired however when, without missing a beat, said you would be supporting whatever team he was playing in.Â
After his slight fluster, which, to this day is one of your proudest achievements, conversation returned to normal, you figured heâs forgotten about it until a first year found you this morning holding a small bundle of Gryffindor scarves, one of which had a red ribbon around it with a note for you
You bring your hands up, hugging the scarf as your eyes meet, causing the biggest smile to take over his face. It was times like this you truly believed your crush was requited, and little did you know a certain redhead was thinking the same thing
âBe brave and go for itâ Cedric whispers some encouragementÂ
Heâs right, you think, Now or never
As you mouth him âGood luckâ, you add a little extra to it, blowing him a kiss
His eyes widen in a pleasant shock, melting into a mix of joy and pride as he pretends to catch it, winking at you before kissing his balled up fist before returning his gaze to the field just before the starting whistle blows
âWay to go galâ Jess cheers, reaching over to give your arm a soft squeeze
âAww the grew up so fast donât theyâ Timothy wipes an imaginary tear from his eye while Cedric and Jess both match his energy, taking out handkerchiefs and pretending to be forlorn mothers, with Joey doing the same but with an imaginary tissue
You giggle at them, and while you would usually try to come up with some sort of witty answer, you instead break into a smile âHe likes meâ you say simply, swaying side to side
âIf he didnât, heâd be an idiot loveâ Cedric gives you a side hug while the rest of your friendsâ smile, happy for you âNow letâs what your man kick snake buttâ
âHey-â Joey and Tim begin to object together but then shrugÂ
âOh, who are we kiddinâ Timothy laughs, taking off his green scarf and pulling out a red and gold one as does Joey âPuseyâs an arsehole and I want a chance to be a bridesman at your wedding somedayâ
âBridesman?â you giggle, heartwarming at the idea of you and Fred getting married someday
âYip, Ceds already called man of honourâÂ
The match was a whirlwind of emotion, the kind of game that left everyone on the edge of their seats. Gryffindor and Slytherin were neck and neck at every turn, every goal answered by another, and it was clear to everyone that this match would come down who would catch the snitch first
âHoly shit, this is intense!â James exclaims, practically bouncing in his seat âMerlin, how the hell did you guys watch me and Marls do this back in the day?â
âJamieâŠlanguage!â Lily scolds with a giggle, lips quirking up in amusement as she gives Dorcas a please forgive us look
âOh, donât worry, Lacey canât hear a thing thanks to theseâ Dorcas it waves off, gesturing to Laceyâs adorable, enchanted earmuffs âWatch thisâ she says leaning over the little girl perched on her lap âYou want some ice cream, bubs? What about a unicorn?âÂ
Lacey doesnât react at all, instead she stays focused on mimicking her other mothersâ gestures and waves towards the pitch
âThose areâŠâ Lily starts but is promptly cut offÂ
âWhat the hell was that!â Marlene huffs, throwing up her hands as the crowds roar once more, a mix of cheers and groans as the Slytherins risky manoeuvre pays off leading to another goal âFucking Pusey again!â
âDid you get the earmuffs for the crowd or for Marls?â Remus whispers to Dorcas, who struggles to hold back a smile
âOi! Gingers! Stay in formation! Godric, what are you doing?!â Marlene shouts again, shaking her head as Fred and George narrowly avoid colliding whilst going for the same bludger
âNo commentâ Dorcas replies with a grin before planting a kiss on Laceyâs cheek
The match grows increasingly heated after Harry lets the snitch slip through his grasp, igniting a fire under Slytherins asses causing their play to get even more aggressive
âThis game is insane!â Cedric grips the railing so tightly his knuckles turn white
âCome on, Freddie!â you yell, unable to stop yourself as he whizzes by
You watch him turn ever so slightly, catching your voice over the roar before he dives back into the action, pulling off a spectacular move that has more than one person flushing
âOfftâŠyour manâs a beastâ Timothy mutters as Fred swoops in to deflect a bludger, shirt riding up a little as he does âWhat? I can admireâ his cheeks tint as he sees all of your raised eyebrows
âDonât worryâ you say with a laugh, âHeâll never admit it, but he has a little guy crush on you tooâ
âReally?âÂ
âReallyâ you confirm, gigglingÂ
âDid you see that?!â Sirius exclaims, pointing towards Fred after he executes a spectacular mid-air spin to block the Bludger aimed at Angelina âCanât deny the boys got style!â
âSure doesâ James agrees but then his expression sinks to a smug one as he adjusts his glasses âAlmost as cool as some of the moves we pulled off ay Marls?â he tries to get her attention but is gifted a passive âuh huhâ instead
âOh, pleaseâ Remus argues, chuckling âAre we forgetting in our final year when you tried to do a spin like that and your glasses came flying clean off?â
âWhat?!â Lily, Sirius, and Dorcas all turned to him in unison
âMoony!â James protests before his face slowly sinks as if awaiting his impending doom
âWaitâŠâ Marlene turns slowly, looking menacingly down at James âYouâre telling me. I almost lost my final match as captain because of your speckyless ass?â
James hesitates, his ears turning near crimson as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck ââŠno commentâ
With one final push, the final whistle blows, and the crowd erupts into cheers. You and your friends join in, your eyes look over towards Fred, whoâs the first to get to Harry, pulling him into the biggest bear hug. The sight makes your heart warm, but your admiration is cut short as your friends practically pick you up, ushering you to moveÂ
âWhatâs happeningâ you ask confused
âCome on, we gotta get down their sunshineâ Timothy insists, shooing you along with Cedric, Jess and Joey âYouâve got a ginger to congratulateâ
Over on the other stands your family celebrates. Everyoneâs on their feet, except Lacey who is now glued to Marleneâs hip as they cheerÂ
âYesssss!â James roars, pulling Lily into a celebratory hugâŠand subsequent snogÂ
âThatâs my godson!â Sirius bellows, fist pumping the air before looking to hug James then realises âOhâŠwell if thatâs what weâre doing, come here moons!â he hithers towards Remus, arms outstretchedÂ
Remus laughs softly before indulging his husband, pulling him in for a kiss before dramatically dipping him
Meanwhile Marlene and little Lacey remain oblivious to the romance in the air, as she was too busy yelling so hard her voice will be lost come tomorrow âTHATâS MY LIONS!â
Dorcas just chuckles at the scene, pulling out Lilys camera and snapping a shot of them all (A/n: art of this bit in the future?)
As their celebrations calm down, they notice the teams beginning to land and everyone else begin to make their way down to join them
âThis takes me backâ Remus lets out a small laugh watching the red and gold scarfs fly around
Nostalgia fills the air as the others join him, gazing down
âManâŠthat used to be usâ James remarks, letting out a breathy laugh before glancing over at Marlene
She nods, a happy yet bittersweet smile on her face âYeahâŠgood timesâ she reminisces before looking down at Lacey âTimes are still pretty goodâŠmaybe betterâ she confesses watching her little cub cheerÂ
Dorcas joins her side, arm wrapping around both Marlene and Lacy as their foreheads meet
âI think we should give them their momentâ Lily suggests âWe have time to embarrass them laterâ she giggles
The group hums in agreement. As their stand empties, they begin pointing out things only they are privy to from their vantage point. Like Nevilles and Lunas intertwined hands as they weave through the crowd with Ginny, Lee sprinting to hug George, the Slytherin team sulks, or even Snape begrudgingly handing a couple of gallons to McGonagall. None of them, however, have managed to spot you or your friends yet.Â
âI hope y/ns alright in the crowdsâ James says softly next to Lily
âAs long as sheâs with her friends I have no doubt shell be alrightâ she hums, giving your fathers arm a squeezeÂ
âOh, there she isâŠâ Sirius points you out before chuckling to himself ââŠmaybe being your twin ainât so badâ he jokes, wiggling his glassesÂ
James laughs, wrapping an arm around Sirius as everyone turns their attention back towards youÂ
Down on the pitch, itâs a flurry of red and gold, so you hold back at the edge where it was quieter, encouraging your friends to head into the chaos and enjoy it. Jess, Joey and Timothy promise to be right back, while Cedric spots Cho in the crowd little ways from yourself and joins her, being careful not to drift too far from you
You beam as you take a couple of steps back, watching Harry get lifted up by Ron and Neville. Much like your parents and family above, you want Harry and Fred to have their moment in the spotlight. There would be more than enough time to talk to them after
Unbeknownst to you, one of that duo was already looking for you. Fredâs eyes scan the chaos for your figure, but finds a familiar blonde in the crowd first, and he smiles watching him kiss Choâs cheek. Cedric feels the eyes on them, looking up and noticing Fredâs searching expression. He smiles, giving a knowing nod towards you, as does Cho whoâs clearly been filled in on the situation.Â
Fredâs eyes follow the direction and there you are, standing apart from the rest, your gaze locked on Harry. Taking a deep breath, he hypes himself up, realising in that moment you arenât just wearing his scarf, but the jumper he gave you to keep warm a few weeks ago as well. That along with the kiss you blew him earlier, are all the signs he needed to finally make a move
âOi, Freddieâ George calls as he moves away from the rest of the team âWhere ya going?â George tries again but to no avail, Fredâs already gone, pushing through the crowd, using his broom to help manage the masses
As he breaks free, you do a double take, and he finds himself smiling as your confused expression melts into hope and joy
âYouâre supposed to be over thereâ you tell him, taking a few steps forward as he closes the gap
âBut youâre over hereâ he replies simply before leaning closer, eyes searching yours for permissionÂ
You bite your lip, giving him a nod, to which his own smile grows and his broom is abandoned as his larger hands come up to cradle your cheeks guiding them up towards his lips as they crash into your own. You clutch the front of his sweater, pulling him closer but Fred being the showman he is had other ideas. His hands drop down, snaking around your hips before he dips you back. You squeal at first, then laugh softly with him before your lips reconnect. After that the rest of the world fades away. The cheers and buzz around you becoming a distant hum, neither of you reacting to your friendsâ cheers nor the flash of Jessâ cameraÂ
Your friends arenât the only spectators of courseâŠ
âWaitâŠâ Marlene points towards you and Fred ââŠis he about toâŠoh!â her mouth drops open, gently covering Laceyâs eyes while Dorcas smiles in a happy shock beside herÂ
Remus, Sirius, Lily are next to react, eyes widening, before breaking into smiles. Remus and Sirius take a moment longer, clearly doing the âdoes he deserve herâ math in their heads first
âThatâs my girlâ Lilys hands come up to face, overjoyed, she had an inkling you were a little love struck from your letters, she just didnât know with who until now
âHeâs alrightâ Sirius begrudgingly admits while Remus nods in agreement
Their smiles and shock soon melt into anticipation as they all slowly turn towards James, who had been a bit too quiet considering the situation. But when they see him, he isâŠbeaming?
Turns out Lily wasnât the only one with an incline, in fact, James being the girl dad he was, has known about every crush youâve ever had, your one on Fred being no different. Safe to say, he was ecstatic
âYes!â he cheers âOh the dips a nice touch, very classyâ he nods in approval before looking over at the others âWhat?â he takes in their shocked faces
âProngs?â Remus eyes him âYou realise thatâs y/n, right?â he feels the need to check
âYeahâ James shrugs before his mouth makes an âohâ shape, his reply sending them into fits of laughter âIâm supposed to be mad right now, arenât I?â
Thank you for reading âĄ
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I'm getting media fatigue. Too much. An episode a week is lovely.
no more 90 minute episodes no more entire seasons dropping at a time i dont want to binge ur silly little show. i wanna watch one 20 minute episode once a week and be mad i have to wait for the next one
#while i am fond of the more instant gratification i am missing whole seasons of 20+ episodes that last months#where you have to wait a week to find out what happens next#give me filler episodes#give me 24 hours worth of character development#give me episodes that don't always have to move forward the *big plot * of the season#i agree with all the previous tags
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pretty tattoos -> ln4
wc: 1.2k tags: piercer!lando, cockwarming, unprotected sex, piv, part one | part two | part three
Landoâs shop was empty and quiet. Probably because it was already after working hours when you arrived, like the two of you had agreed.Â
After the last piercing you had gotten, Lando had indeed taken you out to dinner. And after that, the two of you were inseparable. And you couldnât be happier.
It was after a night out that you mentioned wanting a tattoo. Immediately there was a sparkle in Landoâs eyes as he began gushing over how he hoped you would mention it because he was itching to ink your body.Â
After he dropped you home, laying a gentle sweet kiss to your lips before walking away, Lando had texted you the date and time of your tattoo appointment. Only if you wanted it, of course. And boy, did you want it.Â
Landoâs shop was a familiar place by now. Both from your own experiences and from the little visits you made just to see him. So you didnât hesitate to get yourself comfortable as Lando prepared everything, the stencil already pressed against your skin.
Getting a sternum tattoo as your first tattoo was certainly a bold choice, you wouldnât deny that. The room was slightly chilly, causing your exposed nipples to perk up, goosebumps raising along the skin of your arms.Â
âYou changing your mind?â Lando asked, noticing you had gone quiet. His voice was teasing, but you knew that if you really did change your mind he would drop everything without a word.Â
âNo,â you shook your head. âJust a bit nervous. I heard the sternum is a painful place to get a tattoo.â
âIt is,â Lando agreed, smiling at you. âDonât worry tho, Iâll keep you distracted.â he said with a wink, bringing a smile to your face.Â
âOh, youâll keep me distracted!â You teased, prompting him to laugh.Â
Lando finished setting the necessary material up and sat down in the chair. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side. âIsnât that my spot?â
âNope,â he told you, shaking his head. âYour spot is right here.â He patted his lap, his lips curled upwards in a smirk.
âHow could I forget,â you smiled, walking towards him slowly. You ran your hands down his body, palms pressing against his chest before dipping lower, toying with the zipper of his pants.
You opened his pants and Lando wasted no time lifting his hips to help you slide them down his legs, the outline of his already hard cock visible in the grey material of his boxers. A wet patch was already forming on the material from where his leaky tip was positioned.Â
Lando took the boxers off quickly, pushing them to join his jeans. His hands grabbed your ass and he pulled your body closer, your bare legs pressing against his.Â
You giggled, wrapping your hand around his dick. It wasnât your first time seeing him naked but everytime was as good as the previous. Your eyes zeroed in on his piercing, going through the tip of his cock, the metal balls shining under the led lights of the studio.
Spit dribbled down from your mouth onto his cock and you used it as lube to stroke him a few times before lifting up your skirt and climbing into his lap. The lack of pantied underneath the skirt made it all the easier to position his dick at your entrance and sink down on him, taking him fully.Â
âFuck,â Lando groaned, his hands gripping your hips, both of you moaning at the sensation. His piercing pressed against your walls, adding to the stimulation. Landoâs hand caressed your back, making you arch your chest forward him.Â
âYou ready?â He asked gently, one of his hands groping your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples and twisting your piercings.Â
âYeah, Iâm ready.â You replied, nodding your head at him. âYou sure you can tattoo in this position?â
âOh please,â Lando scoffed playfully. âOf course I can. Now hold on, this is gonna hurt a little.â
Lando lifted up the tattoo gun and started his work, tracking the stencil on your skin. You gasped a little at the pain, feeling your chest tighten as he worked, involuntarily clenching around him which had his breathing going shallow.
Thankfully it was a small tattoo, which meant it didnât take much time for Lando to finish it. The whole time he kept teasing you playfully, talking about random things and cracking terrible jokes in effort to distract you from the pain, which really did work. But so did the feeling of his pulsing length buried deep inside of you.Â
You finally felt like you could breathe again properly when Lando finished the tattoo, putting away the machine and cleaning it up. One of his hands cupped your flushed face, his eyes meeting yours. âLooks pretty great if I do say so myself,â he told you, his eyes flicking down to the tattoo. âNow how about a reward for my best client?â
âPlease,â you gasped out, your walls clenching around his dick. Lando groaned, wrapping his arms around you and standing up then pushing you onto the leather chair all while still remaining inside of you.Â
âDid so well,â he told you before pressing his lips down against yours in a sloppy kiss. âTook it so well, didnât you? Now youâre gonna take my cock, yeah?â
His thrusts started slow, making you feel every inch of his hard cock, the piercing dragging against your walls, making your head spin with pleasure. One of his hands sneaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit fast and rubbing circles around it before he flicked your piercing, making you moan out.Â
The rhythm of his hips grew frantic, becoming more desperate with each thrust. After cockwarming him for what felt like hours it didnât really take long for either of you to reach your orgasm.
âGod, Lando!â You moaned, nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you, triggering his own.Â
You both stayed still for a moment, catching your breath, then Lando pulled out slowly and used one of the previously prepared tissues to clean you up, all the while rambling about the tattoo healing process. You really couldnât deny that he was adorable.Â
The two of you put your clothes back on and you waited for Lando to finish closing up the shop before you left together. âSo, wanna come over to my apartment?â You asked, taking his hand in yours. âI got some great leftovers. And theyâre not expired.â
He laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. âYou truly know a way to my heart!â
Lando Norris had pierced his way into your life and permanently inked his place in it. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
thank you for following along the piercer!lando mini series. want more piercer!lando? send an ask and tell me your ideas. feed my need for validation and let me know if you enjoyed this one! like and reblogs are greatly appreciated as well. <3
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The Witch and The Carpenter
For the @steddie-spooktober day 23 prompt: Witch Rated: T | Words: 2862 | CW: None | Tags: fantasy AU, witch!Eddie Munson, carpenter!Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington gets migraines, Eddie Munson needs a hug, Steve Harrington needs a hug, they're perfect for each other hugs all around Divider credit: @saradika
Eddie hears about the new carpenter within hours of his rolling into town â of course he does; any witch worth their salt knows exactly whatâs going on in their town at all times (itâs hard not to, when youâre the one providing the potions and charms that help everyone else keep their secrets).
His name is Steve, and heâs come with hopes of filling the hole left when Benny, the previous town carpenter, had died without an heir to his business. People say that he seems hardworking and capable, that heâs strong and handsome, that heâs friendly enough, but that thereâs something a little distant about him â a little lonely (though the older ladies who give Eddie gossip do tend to romanticize at times).
Eddie doesnât expect to meet him as soon as he does, but before even his first week in town is out, Steve turns up on Eddieâs doorstep, looking at once earnest and wary, and just as handsome as the gossip had said.
(Not that that last bit has any bearing on anything.)
âPeople in town say youâre the one to see for remedies,â Steve says when Eddie gets the door open.
âPeople in town say a lot of things,â Eddie replies. âBut in this case, theyâre right. Come on in.â
Inside, Eddie finds out that Steve is seeking a remedy for headaches. But not just any headaches; these seem to be full-body affairs that can keep Steve down for days at a time. He gets dizzy, nauseous, is bothered by any noise, and even candlelight can be too bright for his eyes.
Eddie mixes him up something strong, gives him strict instructions on how itâs to be taken, and then moves on to the matter of payment.
At that, Steve begins to look sheepish.
âIâve only just set up my business. I⊠donât have much money yet,â he admits. âI was hoping you might be willing to do a trade.â
Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him. âAnd what do you have to trade that you think might interest me?â
âYour door?â Steve offers.
ââŠwhat about my door?â Eddie asks after a long moment of confused silence.
âIt sticks. You were having trouble getting it closed earlier. I could fix that,â Steve says.
And itâs true â Eddieâs front door does stick. So does the back door. The shutters often refuse to open or shut properly, and the porch sags a little, and thereâs a leak in the roof when it rains hard enough. While Eddie is the best in the business when it comes to working magic, heâs not so handy with home repairs.
(It doesnât particularly help that witches exist in an odd sort of social limbo. Every town needs oneâthis is generally acknowledged as truthâbut no one particularly wants them around. Eddie lives a little ways away from town, up against the forest line, where itâs easy to ignore him and his shabby house unless someone needs something from him. No one has ever exactly been chomping at the bit to come help him fix the place up.)
Eddie shouldnât say yes. He often trades goods and services, but he doesnât know this man. He doesnât know if heâs reliable, doesnât even know if his work is any good â but something in him wants to agree, anyway.
Maybe itâs the earnestness of his offer, or the hope in his expression that heâs clearly trying to quash, or maybe Eddieâs just a sucker for a pretty face, but eventually he finds he canât say anything but, âOkay, sure.â
âThank you,â Steve sighs as he accepts the potion. âHow would tomorrow work for you?â
Still not entirely sure he expects Steve to show up, Eddie says that tomorrow is fine. If he doesnât show, if he thinks he can fleece a witch and continue living peacefully in town, heâll quickly find out otherwise. And if he does come back â well, it would be nice to have a door that doesnât stick anymore.
âWhatâs your favorite color?â Steve asks before he leaves.
âRed,â Eddie answers, one brow raised in a question that Steve doesnât answer.
âRed.â Steve nods. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
The next day, Steve is back bright and early with a bag of tools and a pot of paint. He tells Eddie not to mind him, heâll just get to work and try to stay out of Eddieâs way, but Eddie canât help but watch as Steve inspects the door hinges, the frame, and then not only trims the door down, but sands and paints it, too.
Red: Eddieâs favorite color.
Anyway, it isnât Eddieâs fault for getting distracted. Thereâs an unfairly attractive man doing manual labor in front of his house, whatâs he supposed to do?
Eventually, though, Eddie does force himself to look away. He shouldnât get attached to things he knows he canât have. Heâs the witch; heâs in the background of everyone elseâs story, he doesnât get to have one of his own â especially not with someone like Steve.
And thatâs fine, Eddie had accepted that long ago. He likes being able to help people, and itâs sort of the only thing heâs any good at. He wonât deny that it stings sometimes, the way people talk about witchesâabout himâbut what should he care about what other people think?
In any case, it doesnât matter, because once Steve finishes with the door, itâs unlikely the two of them will cross paths again any time soon.
Steve finishes the door (it now opens and closes smooth as butter) and goes home.
And comes back the next week.
âFinished what I gave you already?â Eddie asks.
Steve shrugs. âStress always makes the headaches worse, and with travelling and setting up shopâŠâ
Eddie nods, pursing his lips in thought. âI could make you a bigger batch, but it would cost you more.â
âI can fix those shutters.â Steve nods towards the windows. âAnd you mentioned something about the back door?â
âYouâre going to neglect your real customers, spending all your time fixing up my house,â Eddie teases.
âI can make the time,â Steve says, smiling at Eddie. âI think itâs worth it.â
Eddie has to turn away again, reminding himself that Steve is talking about the medicine, not him.
He fixes up a bigger batch of that same strong potion heâd made the previous week (âIâve never had anything work so well,â Steve had practically gushed. âIt was more than worth my work.â) and Steve comes back the next afternoon to start work on the back door.
They talk more this time, when Steve takes breaks, when Eddie is between tasks and brings him cool water to drink, and Eddie finds that Steve is funny and sweet, and catty and sharp, and a bigger gossip than even Eddie himself. And he reminds himself, again and again, that Steve is not for him. This isnât how the story goes.
Witches donât get nice things.
(And thatâs fine. Eddie is fine with it. Heâs fine.)
They do, however, get increasingly nice houses, apparently. Or at least Eddie does. Steve paints the back door red, too, and then gets to work fixing the shutters. Those, to Eddieâs bemusement, he paints a buttery, golden yellow.
âThey donât exactly scream âwitchâs cottageâ,â Eddie points out.
Steve only shrugs. âItâs my favorite color,â he says, flashing a grin at Eddie. âBesides, I think they go with the doors.â
Eddie doesnât argue.
It goes on like this. Eddie brews medicine for Steveâs headaches, and Steve finds things around the house to work on. He fixes the leak in the roof, the creaky porch steps, the drawer in the kitchen that will never stay closed; his business picks up in town, but he always makes time for Eddie.
As much as he can, at least.
âIâve got a few big orders built up,â he says apologetically one afternoon as he collects his medicine from Eddie. âIâm not sure when Iâll have time to get to the cabinets like I said I would, but I can pay youââ
âNah.â Eddie waves Steveâs offer away before he can pull out any coins. âIâll just put it on your tab.â
Eddie doesnât do tabs.
Steve looks skeptical. âIf youâre sureâŠâ
âOf course I am. And if, for some reason, you welch on our deal,â Eddie gives Steve a sharp grin, âI do know where you live.â
âYou should come visit, then,â Steve says.
Eddie falters. âWhat?â
âIf you want to, I mean.â Steve shrugs, avoiding Eddieâs gaze. âJustâ if I canât make it out here, maybe you could come see me, instead.â
And again, heâs so earnest, trying so hard not to look too hopeful, that Eddie canât say anything but, âAlright, I will.â
The way Steve lights up at that is worth just about anything he could have Eddie do.
Eddie tries to remind himself of this as he ventures into town the next week.
He doesnât go into the town proper very often; he grows a lot of what he needs and trades for a lot of the rest of it with customers; heâs a rare enough sight that some people stare, and whisper, and Eddie does his best to hold his head up high and walk without a care.
And if he pulls faces at some of the more egregious offenders, causing them to gasp and scurry away, scandalized, well â Eddie is allowed his simple pleasures.
Anyway, Steve is all smiles when he finds Eddie at his door, and thatâs the most important thing. He ushers him through the shop (a large, warm space that smells of wood shavings and sweet smoke, just as Eddieâs come to associate with Steve) and into the living space above. He serves Eddie tea and cake with a studied nonchalance that says he doesnât want Eddie to realize how excited he is.
How excited he is to see Eddie.
Eddie searches for anything else to focus on before he does something ridiculous, like act on the rising warm feeling in his chest. He finds it, oddly, in Steveâs eyes.
âHave you been sleeping?â Eddie asks him; the shadows beneath his eyes look almost like bruises.
Steve shrugs. âIâve been busy.â
His hands are shaking, Eddie realizes, as he pours the tea for the both of them. Steve must notice Eddie noticing, because he folds his hands back into his lap with a little huff.
âHappens sometimes,â he says brusquely. âMore annoying than anything. Carpenters are supposed to have steady hands.â
(Eddie wonders sometimes what must have happened to Steve, but heâs seen some of the scars that adorn his body, has seen the faraway look that gets into his eyes from time to time, and he thinks he knows. Steve has the bearing of a soldier, and the eyes of a man too kind to have ever been made to fight for a king who doesnât give a damn about him.)
Taking the hint, Eddie changes the subject, but the thought of Steveâs shaking hands follows him home. All those tools, all those sharp things he works with â maybe Steve isnât his, not his to worry over or to care of, but Eddie decides heâs damn well going to do it anyway.
The next time Steve comes by, Eddie slips him an extra packet along with his usual potion.
âYou brew it like tea,â Eddie says to Steveâs confused glance. âShould help steady your hands, when you need it.â
Steve stares down at the packet for several silent seconds. âYou didnât have toââ
âBut I wanted to.â
Shaking his head, Steve looks back up at Eddie. âHow can Iââ
Eddie waves him off before the question is fully formed. âLetâs say itâs on the house, for my best customer.â
âIâm not sure thatâs a compliment,â Steve says, not without amusement.
âThen how about my favorite customer?â Eddie offers.
Steve is smiling now. âAre you allowed to have favorites?â
âIâm the witch,â Eddie reminds him with a smirk. âI can do whatever I want.â
And so it goes.
And so it might have continued going, if it hadnât been for the night Steve turns up at Eddieâs door well after dark, looking grey and haggard and haunted.
Eddie ushers him in, sits him down, makes him some tea, and tries to get some words out of him.
âDo you make anything to help people sleep?â is what Steve finally asks.
âI can,â Eddie says slowly, watching Steve carefully.
Steve drops his face into his hands, rubbing harshly at his eyes. âI justâ I just want to sleep. I donât want to dream, just for one night,â he says, so low that Eddie has to strain to catch all the words. âJust once.â
Eddie weighs his options. He knows how to make an elixir for a deep, dreamless sleep; he wonât deny that heâs used it himself, when certain memories had become too much, but thatâs exactly how he knows that it hits hard and fast. It can be disorienting â maybe even a little dangerous, if you donât know what youâre doing.
âI can make something for you,â Eddie says, âbut only if you stay here tonight. I donât want you walking back home in the dark, it isnât safe.â
âI donât⊠I donât want to impose,â Steve says, as if he could ever be an imposition to Eddie.
âIâd feel better knowing youâre here,â Eddie says, and that seems to break Steveâs resolve.
By the time Eddie finishes the elixir, Steve is barely awake in his seat. He doesnât even argue when Eddie leads him to his own bed, lays him down, and tells him to drink.
Heâs out like a light in minutes.
Eddie closes the bedroom door and sets himself up in a chair by the fire, but he doesnât sleep for a long time.
He wakes in the morning to the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. He follows the smell and coffee and sizzling bacon to find Steve there, flitting around the room, cooking.
âHey.â Steve smiles, broad and true, when he sees Eddie in the doorway. âI was going to come wake you soon, breakfast is almost ready.â
Eddie blinks at him, wondering if maybe heâs the one who took the sleeping elixir, because he canât quite fathom what heâs seeing: Steve, happy and sleep-rumpled, using his kitchen to cook breakfast like itâs familiar to him, like itâs something he does every day, smiling at Eddie like heâs the final piece missing from the morning.
âI donât know how Iâm going to repay you for what you did last night,â Steve says, determinedly poking at the bacon in the pan. âI canâtâ I canât tell you how much I needed that. How much it helped. But I figured I could at least start by making you breakfast.â
Eddie watches him cook, and feels like his heart is about to crack, because for some reason heâs getting this taste of what life could be like, but he doesnât get to keep it.
This isnât for him.
(And Eddie wants to be fine, but he isnât. He isnât.)
Something must show on his face, because when Steve looks up at him, his own expression falls into a concerned frown. He forgets all about the bacon and moves over to Eddie, arms outstretched to place his hands on Eddieâs shoulders.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, so invested, so concerned, that Eddie feels like he might lose his mind.
âThis isnât right,â Eddie manages, and Steve only looks more upset.
âShould Iâ should I not have done this? Did you want me to go, orââ
âI never want you to go!â Eddie blurts. âI always want you here, but thisâthis morning, breakfast, youâI donât get to have this. Itâs â itâs not right.â
Steveâs expression softens, eyes warming with understanding. âYou can have it, if you want,â he says softly. âYou can have me. You always could have. Since the beginning.â
Eddie shakes his head. âThis isnât⊠this isnât how the story goes.â
âThen letâs write a new one,â Steve says.
There isnât anything Eddie can think to say to that, but thatâs alright, because that means his mouth is unoccupied when Steve leans in to kiss him.
Steve never has to trade anything for his medicine ever again, after that, nor does he have to come over to fetch it â heâs already there. Eddieâs house becomes the nicest in town, what with his live-in carpenter, and all. Itâs painted in bright colors, and it draws people in, and makes them want to stay just a little longer, exchange pleasantries just a little more, and get to know Eddie just a little bit better.
Steve keeps his workshop in town, goes there every morning, and returns to Eddie at night. They start their days with breakfast together, and they end them in bed, pressed together like spoons in a drawer, and with every day that passes by, Eddie believes, more and more, that maybe this is something he gets to have.
Maybe this is something he gets to keep.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie-spooktober#this is one of my absolute favorites for this month#it wasn't at all what I'd planned on writing but I'm so pleased with it anyway it was so fun#solar wrote#eddiesteve
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