#alright so locking out the front row? yes? LOL

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BOTH AMs IN Q3 LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

[jungshookz]

omg mean mr. park trying so hard not to give ballet!y/n special treatment that he goes too hard in the other direction and makes her cry!!!! and he’s like well i can’t fix it here in front of all these people what do i do what do i do

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! except uhhhhhh jimin’s a little scary in this one not going to lie <3 

➺ wordcount: 3.6k

➺ what to expect; “and take those goddamn leg warmers off.”

➺ optional readings: one; two; three; four

➺ note; this has been one of the hoTTest requests for a long time which doesn’t make any sense to me because whenever i get asked to write about this specific scenario i’m like?? you?? you WANT me to make y/n cry???? also i hope u don’t mind but i changed ur original request just a teensy bit because i didn’t want y/n to have to cry in front of everyone again otherwise she’s just going to be known as the class cry-baby and we should at least give her a tiny crumb of dignity 

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jimin… is getting soft.

which isn’t super great because he feels like his reputation as scary strict ballet instructor is going to go down the drain and disappear forever if he keeps going on like this

it’s not like he can help himself when his girlfriend is one of his students

(which… is still a secret, by the way. the two of you are surprisingly very good at keeping things somewhat professional. teamwork makes the dream work, right?)

the other day in class he literally had to pinch his arm to remind himself to stOP looking at you so fondly

he caught himself in the mirror with this dumb little smile on his face and his eyes all bright and twinkly as he watched you dance

and it certainly didn’t help that you smiled back at him before wiggling your brows knowingly

he can’t do things like that!

he has to be more careful!!

he has to toughen up!

he has to take a stand!

he’s going to have to pull out the big guns to prove to everyone that no, i don’t have any favourites, and no, i’m certainly not romantically attracted and in a very real relationship with one of you, not at all!

it just feels like no one really takes him seriously anymore??

especially after he gave all of you guys individual roses on valentine’s day

sometimes he thinks that maybe that was a little extra of him but he did genuinely feel bad about keeping you guys here when you could’ve been out spending the night with your significant others

anyways

his point is

he thinks that everyone is starting to fear him less and less with every passing day and he just can’t have that

and it doesn’t help that yoU very openly don’t take him that seriously in class because then everyone sees that as their opportunity to not take him seriously as well

it’s like suddenly you’ve labeled yourself as the ringleader of this circus and now he’s just one of your clowns

that’s not the way things should be!!!

hE’S the ringleader of this stupid ballet circus!!!!

the other week when he announced that your guys’ break would be over in approximately thirty seconds, you just turned around to look at him with big, pleading eyes and: “can’t we have five extra minutes of break time, mr. park? please?” and obviously he couldn’t say no to that because of your dumb stupid pretty googly eyes

and he thought that that would be the worst of it but nO

he was very wrong

because it got worse

people are starting to show up in sweatpants and hoodies instead of leotards and chiffon skirts and if there’s anything he hates the moSt on this planet, it’s people who don’t dress for the part

he hated watching all of you prancing around the room wearing grubby HOODIES

disgusting!!!

you can wear whatever you want outside of class, but he likes to think that he’s made it relatively clear that once you are in the confines of his classroom, the standards are higher than the heavens above

so, yes

he’s decided that today is going to be the day he grabs the reins and takes control once more

today’s break will be ten minutes and ten minutes only - with no extensions!

if he has to yell at someone today for messing up a move, you bet your ass he’s going to do just that - show no mercy!

he’s mr. park!

he’s in charge!

“i’m in charge.” jimin mutters to himself as he stands outside the classroom door

he nods firmly to himself before pushing the door open

“alright, ladies! let’s get ready to do some warm up exercises…” jimin announces loudly as soon as he steps into the classroom, a couple of the girls rushing to get up from the ground (it’s nice to see that some of you are still scared of him)

he pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head when he notices that you’re continuing to gab away in the corner with lisa and the others

“uh, hello?” he clears his throat and you turn to look over your shoulder

“oh! hold up, mr. park, i’m almost done telling my story. so as i was saying-“ you turn back to the girls and jimin frowns

see?

this is exactly what he was talking about

when he used to walk into the classroom everyone would immediately get into neat rows of four

and now?

there are five girls who are lined up

five girls out of TWENTY

jimin pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he approaches you slowly, “miss y/l/n, i mean it.“ he warns, his grip tightening around his iced coffee, “finish your conversation now, please.”

he raises a brow when you flat out ignore him and he notices lisa reaching over to smack your kneecap before subtly gesturing upwards to him

he doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose but you’re really starting to push it

your shoulders drop as you let out a sigh and you turn around to look at him

“well?”

you frown and your lips twist  

“yeah, whatever- just gimme one more second, okay?“ you dismiss him with a flick of your wrist anD a roll of your eyes and his jaw drops in surprise

wha-

did you just-

did you-

did you just… flick your wrist at him?

and roll your eyes?

…

who exactly do you think you are?

jimin turns on his heel to go over to the cabinets that he usually puts his bag and his jacket in

he shakes his head and chuckles darkly to himself as the image of you flicking your wrist and rolling your eyes at him plays over and over again in his mind

are you serious?

did you actually do that to him?

in front of everyone?

wow

you really grew a pair since your ‘i’m 100% attracted to park jimin and i would love to sit on his face’ days, no?

what, you think that just because he’s your boyfriend that you get to get away with stunts like that?

how dare you!

outside of the classroom, yes, he’s your boyfriend, and yes, you can flick your wrist and roll your eyes at him all you want

but inside of the classroom?

jimin’s grip tightens around the edge of the cabinet door

absolutely fucking not.

the cabinet doors slam shut with a loud bang! and a couple of girls let out yelps of surprise at the sudden noise, “everyone get in line right now!”

your neck nearly snaps off from how quickly you turn to look and your eyes widen when you suddenly see everyone scrambling to get off the ground and to get in line

seriously??

you were almost done with your story :-//

you frown to yourself before getting up off the ground (and taking your time in doing so, because your knees are a little creaky this morning)

((you chose to snack on some crackers and dip instead of stretching before class because as far as you’re concerned, snacking is way more fun than stretching))

“y/n, let’s go-!“ lisa hisses and grabs your arm before dragging you up towards the front where you guys usually stand

“oh, would you relax?” you snort as you make your way to the front before moving into first position

you turn your head to let out a quiet yawn before turning back to face the front to see jimin looking directly at you

“am i boring you this afternoon, miss y/l/n?” he crosses his arms and you shrug sloppily in response  

jimin tilts his head, “can you use your words like a normal human being, please?”

you let out a sigh and resist the urge to roll your eyes at him again

he’s so uptight today!!

he was fine this morning before you left to go to class

what’s his problem??

“no, sir.” you raise a brow, “you’re not boring me. are you going to spend the rest of the class asking me questions or are we actually going to learn something today?”

in your peripheral vision you see lisa’s eyelids flutter shut and her head lower a little bit

what?

that was a genuine question!

it was supposed to be a joke???

tough crowd today lol

everyone can practically feel the tension in the air when jimin doesn’t immediately respond and instead glares at you with nothing but pure rage behind his brown eyes

“would you like to say that again, miss y/l/n?”

“oh, would you look at that? another question for me.” you chuckle lightly and look around at your peers to see if anyone else is cracking a smile

but everyone’s looking at you with wide eyes filled with what you can only make out to be complete and utter… is that fear?

even seulgi shakes her head no when the two of you lock gazes

???

what is going on today???

you turn back around and jump in surprise when you realize that jimin is now standing directly in front of you

and for the first time in a long time, you’re starting to feel a little nervous

you shift uncomfortably in your position and make an effort to stand up a little straighter

maybe you should-

“get out of my classroom.” jimin speaks lowly and your eyes widen in surprise

…

what?

“i-i’m sorry, sir?” you stammer before shaking your head, “i don’t unders-“

“get the hell out of my classroom, miss y/l/n!” he snaps before taking a step back and tilting his head at you, “and take those goddamn leg warmers off. do you think anyone at the academy is going to take you seriously if you show up to an audition with bright blue, fuzzy leg warmers with sheep all over them?”

oh god

okay

he’s not kidding

this isn’t funny anymore

“n-no sir, of course not-!” you shake your head quickly before bending down to yank your leg warmers off, “i-i’m not- i would never show up to an audition wearing these-”

you stumble over a little as you struggle to pull them off and lisa quickly reaches out to help you stay balanced

“can’t even keep yourself up on one foot without falling over, huh?” jimin scoffs before crossing his arms, “what, did you just sit on your ass for the entirety of quarantine?”

“of course not, mr. park.” you swallow thickly and shake your head again as you get back up onto your feet, tossing the leg warmers to the side, “i’m so sorry, sir.”

and just when you think you’re in the clear-

“don’t be sorry, just be ready.” jimin snaps and you feel your entire face flush bright red, “now get out. miss kang, can you move up to the front please?”

you’re not even bothered by the fact that you’ve just been replaced by seulgi

you’re more bothered by the fact that he just used his phrase on you

don’t be sorry

just be ready

don’t be sorry, just be ready  

that’s his phrase and he’s never once used it on you in the entire time that he’s taught you

he only uses that phrase when someone messes up really bad

and one thing you can say for sure is you very rarely mess up in class

he only uses that phrase when he’s angry!!!

“by the way, let this be an example to the rest of you, hm?” jimin paces up and down the front of the classroom slowly, everyone standing up as straight as pins as they look ahead, “every single one of you has been slacking immensely as of late and i won’t have it. the next person who shows up to my class wearing sweatpants and a dirty hoodie - well, i’m sure you’ll be comfortable out in the hallway. or maybe you’ll be comfortable not coming back to my class ever again.”

you lean over a little to peek over at jimin but quickly get back in line when he turns around

“miss y/l/n, i think i asked you to leave, did i not? i’m not going to ask you again.”

you jump when you feel seulgi tap on your shoulder from behind and she smirks at you in the mirror

“y-yes, mr. park.” your voice gives out halfway through and you turn on your heel to manoeuvre your way through the other girls to get to the door

“now that that’s been taken care of, this is what we’re going to do today…”

you shut the door behind you quietly

to say the least, that was…

humiliating!

sure, jimin’s always been a little (very) strict, but that was just plain mean

he yelled at you AND he kicked you out!

and you don’t think he’s ever been so harsh with any of the other girls before

you’ve seen him yell at the other girls but this felt more like a personal attack instead of criticism on dancing like it usually is  

and you always thought he liked your leg-warmers

:-(

…

uh-oh

it doesn’t take very long for your nose to prickle and your eyes to start welling up with tears

you sit down on the bench and your chin starts to tremble as you think about what just happened  

oh no

and now you’re going to cry?!

oh god

okay

no

no!

you can’t cry right now!

what if he comes out??

and sees you crying??

you cannOT cry in front of mr. park right now

the last time you cried in front of him was when you twisted your ankle but at least you had an excuse to cry because you were in physical pAIN

emotional pain is not the same as physical pain and therefore cannot be used as a legitimate excuse to start blubbering

you are not a cry-baby!!

your nose scrunches as you try your best not to let out a whimper and you blink quickly in an effort to make the tears go away but one single tear ends up rolling down your cheek

you reach up to swipe the back of your hand against your chin before putting your arms back down  

what are you supposed to do now?

you sniffle before leaning your head against the wall and crossing your arms

whatever

if you have to stay out here for the rest of class, you’re just going to take a nap and try noT to think about mean mr. park

                                                              ♡

“y/n… you feel someone shaking you gently and you shoot up from where you’re leaning against the wall

“wh- what-“ your voice is a little raspy from your sad-nap, “i wasn’t asleep-!”  

you relax a little when you see that it’s just lisa

you take a quick glance around to see that everyone’s packing their bags, so it’s safe to assume that class is done for the day

“mr. park wants to talk to you.” lisa whispers and glances back towards the classroom door, “by the way- you were a real idiot in there, you know that?”

“oh, god.” you reach up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “i know, i know! i don’t- i mean, i didn’t think he was going to kick me out-“

“hey, y/n! smooth move today-“ you’re cut off when suddenly seulgi pops up behind lisa and you can’t help but frown at how pleased she looks with these conditions, “thanks for handing your status as favourite student over to me on a silver platter!”

“can it, seulgi.” lisa scowls before shoving her gently

“the view was super great from the front.” she whistles, “mr. park is a lot hotter up close.”

you’ve never considered yourself to be a violent person, but…

you would give an arm and a leg just to strangle seulgi for a good five minutes <3  

lisa rolls her eyes and turns back to look at you, “good luck in there though, for real. you… you were real ballsy today.”

yikes

it takes you approximately one minute to muster up the courage to knock on the classroom door

you press your lips together tightly as your fist hovers over the surface of the door

just knock!

it’s not hard

just move your hand

you squeeze your eyes shut before tapping your knuckles against the door in three short beats

“come in.”

you swallow your nerves before pushing the handle down and opening the door slowly with a creak

okay

it’s fine!

you’re fine

class is over, which means mean mr. park is gone and nice boyfriend jimin is here, right?

…right??

you cautiously poke your head into the room

jimin’s busy packing up as well but his back is facing you which makes you feel a little better because if you’d opened the door and he was standing there staring directly at you, you probably would’ve immediately burst into tears

your poor sheep leg warmers are crumpled pathetically in the same spot where you tossed them

maybe you should just grab your leg warmers and run for the hills

“you… wanted to… see me?” you clear your throat and freeze when jimin turns his head to look over his shoulder

“yes, i did. shut the door and come here.”

okay, well

there goes your chance to run for the hills

you’re basically traPPEd in here now

you hesitantly shut the door behind you and you feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest as you make your way over to the middle of the room

you keep your gaze downwards as jimin stands in front of you and you clasp your hands in front of you, twiddling your thumbs nervously

a moment of silence ticks by and you want nothing more than for the ground to cave and just swallow you up entirely

“you know why i had to do that, right?”

“because we’re… da…ting?” you offer weekly before lifting your head up to look at him

jimin scoffs before shaking his head, “no. you blatantly disrespected me in front of your peers, that’s why i kicked you out. your attitude today was completely unacceptable. completely.”

oop

okay

it appears that your theory about mean mr. park disappearing as soon as class ended was incorrect

to be fair… he is right

you have to admit that maybe you let the fact that you guys are dating cloud your judgement a little

obviously he’s not going to show you special treatment in class just because of that

you feel your insides twist when the realization sinks in that you were… kind of an asshole today

and you pride yourself on being a good student!

you immediately drop your head once more as your cheeks flush in shame, “yes, mr. park. i’m… i’m sorry for my poor behaviour today, sir. i disrespected you in your classroom and it won’t happen again.”

“it better not.” jimin nods, “apology accepted, miss y/l/n.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously

you’re not… too sure what you’re supposed to say now

you hear jimin let out a sigh before he speaks up again, “i’m… your boyfriend, which i know makes things a little confusing, but… you can’t act like that when we’re in class, y/n.” he hooks a finger under your chin before tilting your head up, “just because we’re dating doesn’t give you an excuse to act like a prick, baby.”

“i know. i’m sorry.” you respond meekly and nod in understanding

jimin’s eyes soften when he notices you starting to get teary-eyed

!!!!

now he’s starting to feel bad!!!

he’ll admit that maybe he was a little harsher than usual and it was probably a little more than embarrassing being called out like that in front of your peers, but he had to what he had to do!

you flicked your wrist at him!

and rolled your eyes!

double whammy!

“y/n…”

“i thought you liked my leg warmers.” you whimper quietly and jimin snorts in response

that’s what you’re getting upset about??

your leg warmers??

“why are you- why are you laughing??” you whine when he begins to giggle softly and you reach up to wipe at your falling tears (though now you can’t tell if they’re tears of sadness anymore because the sound of jimin’s giggling never fails to put you in a better mood), “you were the ones who chose these dumb sheep ones for me to wear today so h-how am i supposed to feel when you-“

“oh my god, you moron-” jimin immediately tugs you in for a hug and props his chin up on the top of your head, “i do like your leg warmers! they’re really cute!”

“that’s not how it seemed-” you sniffle as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him

“it was the only way i knew to show you that i was being serious!”

“you know how i feel about my leg warmers-!” you pull away with a pout and jimin quickly leans down to plant his lips against yours (mainly to shut you up about your leg warmers, but also to make u feel a little better)

he gives you a couple of sweet pecks before reaching up to cup your cheeks in his hands, “will pizza for dinner tonight make you forgive me for insulting your precious leg warmers, silly girl?” jimin hums as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs before leaning down to nudge his nose against yours affectionately

“…throw in some dessert and i’ll think about it.”

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14

“Just a short little prompt fill” I said to myself. “Something to work on in my downtime between longer fics.” Oops I made a whole au and I’m attached to it now, lol. 

14: “Good news! I brought you a friend.” 

CW: Pet whump, creature whump, fantasy au, restraints, referenced conditioning, child whumper

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“More tea, Daisy?” Matilda asked, holding up her porcelain teapot. Daisy eyed her for a moment, and Matilda giggled. “You can answer, silly!” 

“Yes please, Lady Matilda,” Daisy said immediately. 

“Here you go!” Matilda said, tipping the pot forward to mime pouring. “One lump of sugar or two?” 

“Two please, my lady,” Daisy said, and Matilda nodded primly, picking up a small set of tongs. 

She mimed dropping two lumps of sugar into Daisy’s cup, then one into her own. She put the cup to her lips and pretended to drink, grinning when Daisy did the same. 

“I have to say, Daisy, your wings are looking particularly ex-quis-ite today!” Matilda chirped, slowly sounding out the larger word she’d often heard her mother use at grown-up garden parties. “I love how the light catches them just so!” 

An expression Matilda couldn’t quite read flashed through her fairy’s eyes for a moment, but before she could figure it out Daisy’s smile was back, wider and brighter than before. 

“Thank you, Lady Matilda.”

“You’re welcome!” Matilda said cheerfully, swinging her legs a bit as she pretended to take another sip of tea. “Oooh, ooh, guess what!” 

“What is it, Lady Matilda?” Daisy barely had time to ask before Matilda launched into her story. Mother often said she talked too much for polite conversation, but that was part of what was fun about playing with Daisy, Matilda didn’t need to be polite!

“Father will be coming home today!” she said, clapping her hands. “And that means I’ll get a present! He always brings me a present when he comes home from trips, and I hope it’s something really nice, he’s been gone for so long this time…what do you think he’ll bring me? Maybe a new dress, or a box of sweets...do you think he’ll bring something for you, too Daisy? Oh I’d like that, maybe a new satin cushion for your cage, or a set of gold combs for me to put in your hair, wouldn’t that just look so beautiful with your leash and collar?” 

“Matilda!” her mother called sharply, interrupting Matilda’s musing about her presents. “Time to put your toys away now, your father will be home soon.” 

“Aww, but Mother-” 

“I won’t tell you twice, Matilda,” her mother warned, and Matilda sighed. 

“Fiiiine.” 

She got to her feet and quickly scooped up the dolls and teddy bears she had set around the table to make up the rest of the tea party’s guests. She dropped them into her toy chest, then walked back to where Daisy was sitting, unhooking her leash from the brass loop on the side of the table. 

“Come on, Daisy,” Matilda said, tugging on the leash, and Daisy quickly scrambled to her feet. When Matilda had first gotten her last year, Daisy had stood a few inches taller than her, but Matilda had grown a bit since her eighth birthday, and now she was about the same height as her pet. 

Matilda led Daisy to her cage, which took up the entire corner of the playhouse. Her father had ordered it to be custom made just for Daisy, and it reminded Matilda of a bigger version of the parrot cage she’d once seen at a party at her cousin’s estate. Daisy slipped inside, waiting patiently by the door as Matilda made sure the lock was secure before reaching through the bars to unclip the leash from the shiny golden collar she wore around her neck. She hung the leash on a hook on the cage door, then grinned, waving at her pet.

“Bye Daisy!” she said. “I’ll come visit you again after supper, alright?” 

She skipped out into the garden, where her mother was waiting to close the playhouse door behind her. 

“Did you remember to lock the cage, dear?” Mother asked, and Matilda rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, Mother.”  

“Good. Now, come with me. Your father will be home any minute, and he has a surprise for you.”

A grin stretched across Matilda’s face. She couldn’t wait to find out what it was! 

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Matilda was not an unkind little girl. She was sweet, polite, and as far as Lorrella could tell, never hurt anybody on purpose. 

This, of course, did little to soothe the chafed skin beneath Lorrella’s collar or the ache for freedom in her heart. 

Matilda did not seem to realize that her beloved fairy was a prisoner in the opulent playhouse her father had built her on the grounds of their family manor. She never registered Lorrella’s discomfort, though that was mostly because Lorrella took great pains to hide it from her. Matilda was bound to become upset if her pet wasn’t acting happy, after all. 

And rule number one was Don’t upset Matilda. 

So Lorrella couldn’t really blame the girl for not realizing when she was uncomfortable, but Matilda still didn’t seem to think twice about leading her around on a leash like a dog or locking her in a six by six foot cage whenever they weren’t “playing together.” She certainly hadn’t been interested in learning Lorrella’s real name, content instead to dub her “Daisy” because it sounded pretty.  

Daisy was a dress up doll, a hair model, an audience for impromptu storytimes and a companion for tea parties and garden outings. Whatever Matilda wanted for as long as she wanted, that’s what Daisy had to be. Lorrella was allowed to exist only in these quiet moments when Matilda left her here alone; when nothing was wanted of her and she could whisper her name into the empty room so that she would not forget it. 

The most frightening thing was that while Lorrella longed for such a reprieve when she was with Matilda, whenever she was alone, she’d begun to find herself wishing for the girl’s company. Lorrella was nobody, did nothing, belonged nowhere when Matilda was gone. Daisy, at least, had something to do, had something to be, even if that something was little more than an object to be shaped and molded by someone else. 

Daisy belonged to Matilda, but Daisy had a purpose. Lorrella belonged to no one, but her life had ceased to have meaning altogether. 

The door to the playhouse suddenly burst open and Lorrella jumped in surprise as Matilda darted into the room.

“Daisy!” she cried, running up to the cage and grinning from ear to ear. “Good news! Father brought you a friend!” 

Lorrella blinked and tilted her head, a silent question. Matilda reached through the bars and patted her on the head, then grabbed her collar and pulled. Lorrella suppressed a wince at the sudden jerk of movement and leaned forward so that Matilda could clip the leash on. 

“Come on, come on, you have to see it!” Matilda said.  As soon as she had Lorrella out of the cage, she dashed out of the room, and Lorrella had no choice but to follow as quickly as she could. 

Matilda hurried through the grounds and Lorrella stumbled after her, biting back a yelp every time Matilda ran too fast or turned too suddenly for her to keep up. Her neck was already growing sore, and she’d tumbled over enough times that her knees would be bound to have an angry smattering of fresh bruises by morning. She desperately wanted to call out for Matilda to slow down, but she held her tongue. 

Rule number two was Never speak unless spoken to. 

Matilda finally skidded to a halt outside the family stables, and Lorrella let herself fall to her knees beside her, gasping for air. 

“Father!” Matilda called, knocking on the stable door. “I brought Daisy to come see it too! Can we come in?” 

Lorrella stared at Matilda incredulously. All this fuss just to meet a new pony?

Matilda’s father appeared at the door, and Lorrella shrank back, casting her eyes downward. 

“Yes, my dear,” he said. “But you must remember to move slowly, alright? It is still quite wild, and not used to people yet.” 

Matilda nodded solemnly, and her father opened the door wide, allowing her to pull Lorrella inside. They passed through most of the stable and Matilda occasionally paused to wave at a favorite horse, but they didn’t stop moving until they reached the end of the row of stalls. The stall at the back was open, and as they approached, Lorrella could hear the stable hands muttering to each other.  

“Shit! Hold the damn thing still, will you? I can’t buckle these straps tight enough when it’s squirming so much!” 

“I will thank you,” Matilda’s father said coldly,” to not swear in front of my daughter.” 

The two snapped to attention instantly, twin looks of apology on their faces. 

“Yes, Lord Tracey, sorry Lord Tracey,” said the one who’d cursed, ducking his head.

“Can I show Daisy now?” Matilda asked, and her fathers face softened as he looked down at her.

“Of course, my dear. The creature is secure?” he added to the stablehands, and they nodded quickly.

“Yes, my lord. Took a fair bit of wrangling, but it shouldn’t be a problem now.” 

They stepped aside, revealing the animal in the stall, and Lorrella was unable to stop herself from gasping. She froze, glancing up at Lord Tracey, but he only had eyes for Matilda, who was staring at the creature with a wide grin 

It was not, as Lorrella had first assumed, simply a new pony; it was a centaur. Their upper body was wrapped up tightly in a harness that forced its arms behind its back, and their face was partially covered by a bitted bridle, the lead of which was tied to a hook on the wall. 

Lorrella had never seen a centaur before, and she was no expert on horses either, but even she could see that the creature was only a child. Judging by the face alone, one not much older than Matilda herself, or at least whatever the centaur equivalent was to eight years old. The poor thing was clearly terrified, too; they were trembling slightly and pawing at the ground with one of their front hooves.

“Daisy, this is Coco!” Matilda said happily. “Coco, this is Daisy! The two of you are gonna be the best of friends, I know it! What do you think, Daisy, isn’t she just the greatest present you ever saw?” 

The centaur flinched when Matilda spoke, and Lorrella glanced back at Lord Tracey, who was watching the whole exchange with what on the surface looked like a bored expression. She swallowed, and shot the centaur what she hoped was an apologetic look before answering. 

“Yes, Lady Matilda,” she said quietly. “She’s perfect for you.”

[lilxberry]

Preference: How You Met (Girls)

GIF PREFERENCES

INCLUDES:

Cassie

Jules

Maddy

Kat

Lexi

Rue

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Cassie:

You met through Lexi

You had a project for school to work on with Lexi and she had suggested to go over to hers.

So, one afternoon after school, you headed over to her house with your textbooks in your bag ready. You stepped towards their front door and knocked. 

The door soon opened and there she stood, looking at you quizzically as you gaped at her, suddenly losing your voice.

“Can I help you?”

“I-I uhm, yeah. Hi, I’m here to do a-uh-a project with Lexi.”

“Okaaaayyyyyy...” She drawled out her response as she side-stepped to allow you in. “She’s upstairs.”

You flashed her a goofy smile, eliciting a soft giggle from her. “T-thanks. I’ll uh-I’ll see you around?” It came out as more of a question, causing the girl to release another giggle.

“Sure.”

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Jules:

You met through your parents

Both your dads’, David and Y/D/N, work together. David Vaughn was the new employee at your dads work place. They hit it off fairly quickly, becoming really good friends. Once they found out that their kids were the same age AND attend the same school, they agreed to having dinner one night.

There was a knock at the door, your mother shouted for your father to go answer. You quickly glance down at your outfit, ensuring nothing looks odd or out of place, then soon exited your room to head downstairs.

“Y/N! This is Mr. Vaughn and his daughter...I’m sorry sweetie, what was your name again?” Your mother spoke in a sweet tone.

“Jules.” She answered your mother, giving her a tight lipped smile, clearly uncomfortable in this situation.

“Jules,” your mother repeats softly, offering the girl a comforting smile, which seemed to have worked a little.

“Uh-hey, I’m Y/N.” You smile as you offer your hand to David, trying to be polite towards the guests within your home, although, all you’ve done is keep your eyes laid upon his daughter.

Jules seemed to return your lingering stare with multiple glance at you of her own.

Throughout dinner with the Vaughns, you and Jules let your gaze fall on to each other often through out the night, ignoring the adults' conversations. But alas, the night ended and Jules and her father had to head home.

“Hey, I’ll see you in school, yeah?” Jules asked hopefully, a smile playing at her lips, as you two stood by your front door.

“Uh-ye-yeah, definitely.” Y/N replied all to eagerly. Jules sent you a beaming smile and started walking backwards towards her dads car, giving you a small wave as she walked.

You sent her a smile of your own before closing the door and leaning your forehead against the wooden material.

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Maddy:

You met in the cafeteria

You were enjoying your lunch in the cafeteria, midway into your sandwich, sat next to Ethan and Kat when music started to play. You looked at Kat with a confused expression as cheering erupted around you.

Then you noticed the cheerleaders gather at the bottom of the stairs, starting their routine. You placed your sandwich back down and turned your body, focusing your attention on solely on the girls in the blue and white cheer uniform.

She caught your eye almost instantly as you raked your eyes over the group of girls. The way her body moved as she preformed their choreography perfectly. 

Her eyes shifted through the crowd, basking in their reaction to the show they were putting on when her eyes met yours. Those E/C irises.

She pursed her lips and pushed out her chest more. She wanted you to notice her and she knew she was doing a good job at keeping your attention at your eyes burnt holes into her figure.

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As soon as their routine showcase finished, she headed straight towards you, inwardly smirking when she seen your reaction to her doing so.

Once she reached your table, she leant over into you, purposely brushing her chest up against your arm. She grabs your phone that was previously layed face down on the table and held it out for you.

You looks at her quizzically and she rolled her eyes. “Unlock it.”

You hesitantly retrieved your phone from her grasp and did as you were told. She quickly swiped the phone back into her possession, adding her number to your contacts then handing it back to you, its rightful owner. “Here. Call me.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving you dumb founded next to a snickering Kat and Ethan.

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Kat:

You met online

You were scrolling through Facebook on your phone when suddenly, a familiar face showed up under your ‘suggested friends’.

You recognised her from around school. She usually hung around people like Perez, Howard and BB whilst you prefered to stick to yourself, occasionally opting to chat with Rue, Jules or the Mckay twins, Roy and Troy.

After a small debate with yourself, you decided to tap the ‘Add Friend’ button. Without any further thought on the matter, you locked your phone and continued watching the movie playing on your laptop in bed.

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Not even 5 minutes later, you had a 2 notifications shine light up your phone screen. 

‘Kat Hernandez has accepted your friend request’.

‘Message from Kat Hernandez’.

You unlocked your phone and click on her message.

‘Hey’

Almost too quickly, you typed out a reply.

‘Hey’

‘You go to East Highland, right?’

‘Yeah’

‘I thought I recognised you lmao’

Throughout the night, you talked to each other. You got to know each other with each question asked and learnt about each others humour as you shared memes between you. By 7am, you were both drifting into sleep as you talked.

‘It’s a good thing we don’t have school today x’

‘Too right. I wouldn’t know where tf I’m going lmao x’

‘lol. Ain’t you tired?? x’

‘A little, yeah but I don’t want to stop talking to you x’

‘I don’t wanna stop either but we can talk later after we’ve gotten some sleep?? If that’s ok with you?? x’

‘More than ok :) x’

‘Cool, talk later x’

‘Byeeeee x’

After that, you and Kat started to talk more during school and the rest is history. 

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Lexi:

You met in class

You walked into your communications class expecting to sit in your regular seat like usual. But upon further inspection, you realised some random asshat jacked your place. 

Internally groaning, your eyes scanned the room for free seats. Then you noticed her.

You walked over to her and simply motioned towards the chair whilst gripping your back packs strap tighter. “You mind?”

She shook her head and smiled at you in response. You flung your bag off of your shoulder and placed in on to the floor near your feet as you sat down and leant back in the chair.

“I’m Lexi.”

“Hey. I’m Y/N.”

She giggled. “I know, you usually sit in the back.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, sending her a small smile. Before you could continue the conversation further, the teacher entered and class began.

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“So, what if there were five birds in a row and I decided to shoot one. How many is there left?” The teacher asked. She said that using peoples answers to certain questions can help understand how ones’ mind works, hence the dumb-ass question.

“None, they would have all flown away.” You replied, casually leant back in your chair, arms folded over your chest, Lexi beside you watching, as is everyone else.

“The answer would be 4 if you look at it from a mathematical stand point, but I like the way you think none the less.”

Your eyes narrow slightly as a hint of mischief flashes across your face. You reapply a serious expression before stating “Miss, I have a question for you?”

The teacher smiled sweetly at her, leaning back on to her desk at the front of the class, hands clasped together in front of her. “Sure.”

“There’s three women sat at a bus stop eating ice cream. One’s licking, one’s biting and one’s sucking. Which is married?” Your mouth twists into a smirk as her face falls slightly and the other students in the class snicker.

Lexi seemed to find this amusing. Exactly what you wanted.

The teacher shifted slightly, fumbling with her fingers as she hesitantly answers. “The one sucking.”

“The answer would be the one wearing the wedding ring if you look at it from a logical stand point, but I like the way you think none the less, Miss.”

Laughter erupts from the students. “Alright, settle down. Another “question” from you, Y/LN/, and you can take yourself to Principal Hayes office.

You raise your hands in front of you, feigning surrender. From the corner of you eye, you see Lexi trying to contain her giggles and it makes you smile triumphantly.

Suddenly, something bumps your left knee, enticing you to look at Lexi. She slides over a bit of scrap paper she scrawled on towards you.

‘Wanna sit together at lunch?’

You nod in reply then turn your focus back to the teacher. In your peripheral vision, you see Lexi sporting a small smile and a light pink tinge on her cheeks.

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Rue:

You met in rehab

“Marissa! Baby! What’s up with you today, beautiful.” The young rehab worker rolled her eyes at your routine flirtations.

You had just woken up to another day in the centre and your favourite pass time was to annoy any and all staff ‘cause, let’s face it, you’re an asshole.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N.”

“So, what’s on the agenda today?”

Before Marissa got the chance to dignify you with a response, the doors at the end of the hall swung open, drawing your attention to them, as they revealed the new girl in a maroon jacket walking beside Dr. Jowett.

“Who is that?” You asked slowly, not removing your eyes from the girl.

Marissa, yet again, rolled her eyes at your antics. “That’s Rue, she’s a new resident. And before you even try anything, you know any form of relationship past friends is against the rules.”

“Hey! Who said I was gonna try get in her pants? Is this the result of jealousy? Did I make you jealous, Mari?” You smirked as the young girl snorted whilst shaking her head.

“You wish, Y/L/N.”

“Oh, I definitely do.” You waggled your eyebrows towards her before leaving to sit in the communal room.

As you sat at the table, you noticed the doctor and, who you now know is called Rue, stop at the entrance of the room. You watched closely as she hesitantly walked into and across the room, opting to sit alone at one of the many tables.

After no debate needed, you got up from where you sat and walked confidently over and perched yourself into the chair beside her, resting your one foot on the table and an arm over the back of the chair.

“So, newbie, how you finding the mainland of sobriety?”

She shrugged in response whilst keeping her gaze trained on you.

“Don’t worry, you can say it sucks if you want, I won’t tell.” You winked at Rue and she allowed a small smile to appear on her face. “I’m Y/N, obviously the coolest person in this place.”

“I’m Rue.”

“Oh, I know.” You smirked as you drank in her expression. “I think we’re gonna get along just dandy, Rue.”

Her face flushes a light pink as her smile conveys a soft of sweetness, very different to Marissa. There may be rules against relationships in this place but...

When have you ever listened to what people tell you?

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First preference AND piece of work on Euphoria

Two in one baby!!

I honestly had a bit too much fun with these, even if the end result is kinda shitty

Although, I like some of the scenarios so much, I’m thinking of doing longer fics like imagines or one shots extending from them like the rehab one for Rue

Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Like if ya do as it will help it reach more reader

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomes and greatly appreciated :D

[poetrusicperry]

Running Towards Nothing

Chapter One

a/n: hello !! @noelliza and i fleshed out an idea about if todd came from out of state (specifically, somewhere in the southern united states) to attend welton, so i wrote it heh. i’m not sure how many parts this will be (if people like it enough for me to continue posting lol), but i have the first like... five written haha. so yes, todd is from the south (alabama) and i don’t know much about the south bc i'm from the west coast, but i tried haha. hope you guys like it !! xx

chapter summary: something in todd’s past is the reason for his family’s move, leading to a new neighborhood, a new school, a roommate he was never expecting, and an overall shift in his life.

pairing: todd anderson x neil perry

warnings: none (i don’t think there are any in this chapter, but if anyone spots something, let me know !)

word count: 2479

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        If there was one thing Todd missed about home, it was the sky; the sun set differently over the rolling hills of Vermont than the grassy fields of Alabama. He was used to seeing all of the elongated, blue canvas sky that melted into bright shades of pink and orange along the horizon; there was nothing in the way of the creation, just a plain view of where the heavens met the earth. In the northeast, however, the sunset snagged on the seemingly-black pointed edges of trees and lush branches, interrupting the gradient leaving only soft blue and speckles of marigold.

        But he had experienced his last Alabama sunset two days ago, and there was no going back. Not for a really, really long time (if ever). After the events of the past few months, there was no way Todd could ever show his face again, even if he really wanted to. Now, Todd Anderson and his family were living in the suburbs of Vermont, where, as his parents hoped, the past would stay hidden and they could build a new façade for the one Todd had recently, though unintentionally, demolished.

        As Todd sat on the floor of his new, empty room, surrounded only by boxes and his bed (which didn’t have a box spring or frame yet), he gazed out of his window forlornly. Through the toothbrush-tipped trees that were jam packed along his new horizon, he could make out the silhouette of a church’s steeple. One that, no doubt, would be frequented by his mother and father while his brother, Jeffrey, was out of state at college, and Todd himself attended the prep school just a few blocks down the road. Out of all the cities in Vermont, Todd’s parents had picked the one with the lowest population and tourist pull, which meant not a lot of people inhabiting the city. However, on the flipside, there wasn’t a wide variety of schools to choose from. Back in Alabama, Todd had attended his local public high school, Nixon, and would have been an incoming senior there if certain... events hadn’t occurred. Instead, Todd was now forced to continue his education at what was deemed “the best all boys prep school in the United States” by his parents and surrounding boarding schools (no pressure).

        Todd’s mind wandered through the recent weeks, pulling apart everything that had happened like rotten cotton candy. This was his life now: a new state, a new town, a new school, brand new everything. And yet, Todd felt stuck between wanting to start over and aching to hold onto his old life. If those five seconds could have gone differently, he’d be preparing for his first day of senior year with all his friends at Nixon. But his friends would never speak to him again, and he’d never walk the halls of Nixon High School ever again. Todd wondered what he could possibly be holding onto? There was nothing in a place he considered home and nothing in a new place that would likely never be home. So much of his past, he wanted to leave behind, but he just… knew that he couldn’t.

        As he reached into the open box beside him, there was a knock on the door. When Todd didn’t answer, the door cracked open, revealing the familiar face of his older brother.

        “Hey, I was going to go on a drive around town, maybe see some of the cool hangout spots if you wanted to come. I know I’m leaving for school in a couple weeks, but might as well check out some places anyway?”

        Jeff always had a way of talking to Todd gently, never with any hints of condescension in his tone. After all, Jeff was the only person in the house who ever acknowledged Todd’s existence. And after everything that had happened, Todd was certain he was no closer to gaining support from his parents than a couple months prior; in fact, he’d been quite sure he was further from garnering any cent of respect, let alone support.

        “Oh, uh… right now?” Todd spoke, barely above a whisper. He knew he didn’t need to feel embarrassed or nervous around Jeff, but that’s just how things were for him now. Anything he said or did felt… wrong, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

        “Yeah, I think Mom and Dad went to pick up some dinner, so I was just thinking that we could head out for a few minutes. Maybe get a little familiar with town and stuff,” Jeff smiled at Todd, his perfectly straight teeth somehow still gleaming in the darkening light of Todd’s room, “Come on, I know you probably don’t feel up to it, but it’d be better than sitting in here while it progressively gets darker,” Jeff attempted to joke, laughing slightly.

        Todd gave him a half smile, half grimace, “Alright. Think I need a jacket?”

        “Want to drive with the top down, so probably,” Jeff smiled, smacking the doorway and turning down the hallway, “Leaving in five!” he called down the hall as he went.

        While they rode leisurely around town, Todd kept his head mostly turned to the side, leaning his cheek on his arm and taking in all the things they drove past. Lots of houses on moderate pieces of land lined the streets; they were nothing like the spacious farms and open pastures of Alabama. Up until recently, Todd had always considered the south home. But truth be told, he wasn’t sure what home was anymore.

        “Oh, sweet, Todd, look! There’s an arcade!” Jeff patted Todd’s shoulder with the back of his hand as he cruised down the street. The big neon lights were hanging over a brick building spelling “GAMES & POOL.” It looked like the marquees Todd had seen of New York City in the magazines. He just nodded at his brother’s sentiment as they pulled up to the red light. Glancing up at the bright sign once more, his gaze was torn away when the door to the arcade opened, revealing five lanky boys spilling out onto the sidewalk.

        “I told you I was going to beat the high score and you punks didn’t believe me!” one with sandy hair said, walking backwards and facing his friends. His face was twisted into a mischievous grin and his voice ricocheted across the street as the boys seemed to be making their way to the movie theatre a few doors down.

        “Charlie, no one cares that you beat the high score,” the tallest one replied; Todd noticed he had a flattop haircut, which is something no one in Alabama would have ever had; Todd thought it looked neat. The flattop’s sentiment earned a chuckle from all the boys, but a particularly loud laugh from a tall, dark-haired boy standing toward the front of the group. He wore beige slacks and a tucked in red flannel with black and white hi-top Chuck Taylor’s. And Todd noticed his dimples were deep into his cheeks while he laughed. As the boys walked down the sidewalk to the theatre ticket vestibule, the light turned green and Jeff began to drive. As the car passed the group, the dark-haired boy looked up and locked eyes with Todd.

        “Neil, still five for Gidget?” the ginger one with glasses said. The dark-haired boy (who Todd could now assume was Neil) held Todd’s gaze for a couple more seconds before tearing his eyes away and nodding at his friend. Todd’s cheeks were ablaze as Jeff drove further away. Trying to not move his head, Todd simply looked back at the boys in the side mirror until they were simply blobbed figures standing under the light of the theatre.

        When Todd and Jeff arrived home, their parents’ car was in the driveway, and the light in the kitchen was on.

        “Hope you’re hungry,” Jeff turned to Todd as he switched the engine off. He just looked at Jeff blankly; his appetite had still not returned, so he didn’t feel hungry much anymore, “I know I am,” Jeff smiled, ruffling Todd’s hair and easing the tension between them. He nodded a little bit and opened the door, Jeff doing the same. As Jeff made his way up the steps, Todd trailed behind him, not wanting to be the first person his parents saw.

        “Jeffy, is that you?” his mother’s voice called from the kitchen.

        “Yeah, Mom, we just went to check out the neighborhood a bit,” Jeff called, slowing his pace, falling into step with Todd and slinging his arm around his little brother’s shoulder.

        “Dinner’s on the table, dear,” she replied as the boys walked into the dining room.

        “Smells good, Ma,” Jeff smiled, taking his seat at the table after patting Todd’s shoulder. Todd sat down tentatively and stared at the spread in front of him. His parents had gotten KFC for the second night in a row, and Todd was about as excited as he was the first time (that being not at all).

        “I know we had it last night, but it really just reminds me of the food back home,” his mother said, pulling her napkin into her lap.

        “You boys eat up, now,” his father said, gesturing to the bucket of chicken and sides in front of the pair. Jeff grabbed his food, and took extra care to offer Todd all of the things he picked up for himself. While their parents busied themselves in a conversation about the pie their neighbors had dropped off, Jeff nudged Todd lightly,

        “Look, I know you’re not hungry, but have a biscuit at least, okay?” he muttered and held one out to his younger brother. Todd took it hesitantly, put it in the middle of his plate, and stared at it, “Come on, Todd. Please,” Jeff mumbled again.

        “What’s that, Jeffrey?” his father turned to him.

        “Oh, nothing, Pop, just telling Todd to have some dinner,” Jeff smiled small. Todd’s father looked at him with disgust.

        “Eat,” he grunted. At the timbre of his father’s voice, Todd flinched slightly and picked off a part of the biscuit to nibble on while the conversation turned to Jeff’s plans for the fall semester. Fading into the background (as usual), Todd tuned out the conversation and focused really hard on his white Chuck Taylor’s, getting a flash of the tall, dark-haired boy’s face in his mind. Neil. Shaking his head slightly, Todd adjusted his gaze to the plate in front of him and waited for another painful dinner to end.

        When the summer had wound down and the weeks in Vermont had become more familiar, Todd’s parents had busied themselves with getting Jeff ready for dorm move-in and paying little, if any, attention to Todd. Currently, Todd was up in his room, preparing for convocation the next day. Jeffrey had left the past Thursday, driving up on his own. He had told Todd to not take everything so seriously and to do the best he could (because he knew that Todd was capable of a lot of things). He also mentioned that he was just a call away if Todd ever needed anything (he wrote his telephone number onto a scrap of paper). Todd had searched the arcade and the theatre a couple times in the hopes of running into the group of boys he had seen on their second night in town, but to no avail.

        Sitting in front of the mirror, Todd analyzed himself. His hair had grown out kind of long, and his mother hadn’t taken him to get it cut, so he’d have to deal with that, but everything else looked normal. Things certainly didn’t feel normal, but he was used to the discomfort by now. The only thing he was truly worried about was his stupid accent. He’d spent the last few weeks hanging around diners and spots with Jeff, and hadn’t heard a single southern accent. He knew his drawl would just make him appear stupid to all these super educated kids, so he’d put a lot of effort into controlling it. He was actually doing okay at it, he just needed to make sure he didn’t slip up. Todd didn’t need any aspect of his personality or appearance to be called attention to. He got up from the floor and crawled into bed, dreading what the next day and year would bring.

        Convocation turtled by, two hours of sitting in a church pew and listening to some headmaster spout of statistics that Todd didn’t care about. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to finish his senior year and get the hell out of here; Todd had always wanted to go to California, but his parents told him it was a pipe dream (“After the stunt you pulled in Alabama, we won’t be funding your college anywhere!” his father had yelled).

        “Ah, Mr. Anderson, is it?” the headmaster questioned when it was Todd’s turn to be introduced after the ceremony.

        “U-uh, yes sir,” he mumbled.

        “Well, we don’t normally take public school transfers, but you will fit in well here. Any major problems you let me know,” he shook Todd’s hand rather harshly.

        “Thank you, sir,” he nodded and moved along.

        Feeling his chest start to tighten, Todd made his way out onto the grass where he sat down against a tree and waited for his parents. After an uncomfortable and awkward goodbye with them, he roamed the grounds a little bit, practicing his newly-fashioned accent quietly to himself. As he rounded a corner to the courtyard, he bumped shoulders with a boy, and turned to apologize, dead-set on making his southern accent unknown (or as unknown as it could be).

        “Ope- sorry about that,” the boy laughed nervously. When Todd looked up at him, it was the boy from outside the arcade all those weeks ago. Shit.

        “S-sorry,” Todd mumbled. The boy nodded a little bit.

        “It’s all good. I’m Neil Perry,” he smiled, holding out his hand, seemingly unaware or forgetting of the fact that they’d seen each other before.

        “Todd Anderson,” he manipulated his tongue to sit flatter in his mouth, so as not to let slip his Alabaman background. He had trouble looking into Neil’s eyes, but when he got a good look, he realized they were dark, dark brown and incredibly deep.

        “Oh, that’s you? I think that makes us roommates,” Neil said, patting Todd on the shoulder. Oh no, Todd thought, his cheeks flushing. Stop it, he thought to himself and cleared his throat.

        “Oh… cool,” Todd nodded a little bit and pursed his lips.

        “I gotta get going. See you soon!” he patted Todd’s shoulder again and took off in the direction he had been going when Todd bumped into him.

        Yep, Todd sighed. This is going to be a long year.

tagging some people (especially those of you who said i should post this heh): @queertoddanderson @babytoddanderson @cupiiid @justarandompjofan @charliedaltonofficial @pretentious-strikes @aedan-mills 

and a big thank you to @noelliza as always bc she’s the best and reads all my stuff before i even think about putting it anywhere on the internet lol <3

[neighborhood-goblin]

COF Highschool au Chapter 1

“We can just put it back,” Sev said, studying the golden objects on the table.

“What do you mean ‘just put it back’? Look at it!” Tristan exclaimed. It was true that perhaps the trophy was a little worse for wear. The figure on top had snapped off the base pillars, and the side of it was splattered in mud. This is the worst day of my life.

“Let’s clean it off, glue the top back on and stick it back in the case. Easy-peasy.” Tristan was already shaking his head even before Sev finished speaking.

“It’s already daytime, people will see us, and I bet they’ve already noticed the missing trophy!” Tristan ran a panicked hand through his hair and spared the broken trophy another look. He froze.

“I know what to do,” He spoke slowly, carefully, glancing towards the closed door.

“What?” Sev asked, curious as to what Tristan could possibly have thought of.

“We hide it. We hide it somewhere where it won’t be found and we don’t tell anyone what we did.”

“It’s a trophy, not a murder, Tristan,” Sev reminded him, despite the fact he was already coming up with possible places to hide it. His house would be the obvious choice, since Tristan’s dad was the principal and they couldn’t risk him finding out about the broken trophy. “But I guess I can find a spot for it at my house.” Tristan’s face broke into a grin.

“Thanks, Sev. Will you be able to hide it for the school day?” Sev nodded and shoved the trophy pieces into the depths of his backpack.

The pair emerged from the empty classroom into the flooded hallways. Students were everywhere, clustering around lockers, chatting in the middle of the halls, and making their way to first period. Sev and Tristan nodded quickly at each other before separating and disappearing into the crowd.

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Nyk had to sprint to Spanish in order to claim the seat beside Anders before Latham could. The older boy raised an eyebrow at her as she flopped down on the chair, panting.

“I want to join the cheer squad,” She breathed out. Anders grinned at her.

“Finally! We’re desperate enough for members that I even asked Sev to join. Sev!” He exclaimed. “Come to the gym during lunch, you can try out, and we can get you your uniform.” Nyk let out a relieved sigh and thanked Anders. The bell rang. A binder slammed down onto the table.

“You’re in my seat.” She looked up to see Latham glaring at her.

“Jeez, okay, I’m moving..” Nyk gathered her stuff and retreated to her usual spot in the back, next to Kade. He was reading something on his phone and glanced at her when she sat down.

“Have you seen the school’s website?” He asked. She shook her head and he held his phone out to her. She took it and skimmed the page in front of her.

Recently Auzerec’s High’s first place soccer trophy was stolen. We are asking any and all students involved to come forward and return the trophy by the end of the school day. If the trophy is not returned by the end of the school day today, then students may be pulled for questioning.

Nyk laughed and handed Kade back his phone. “This is ridiculous. It’s a trophy! They can just get a new one.” She quickly quieted as their teacher, Mrs. Dee entered the classroom. Nyk pulled out her phone and held it under the table to text Tristan.

Nyk: did you see the website lol

♥ Tris ♥: No? What does it say?

“His contact name has hearts in it?” Kade’s voice was practically disgusted. Nyk’s face heated.

“Mind your own business!” She hissed at him.

Nyk: some kids stole a trophy apparently

♥ Tris ♥: Did they say who did it?

Nyk: no but their gonna be questioning people

♥ Tris ♥: They’re*

Nyk: ok

A hand tapped on the wood in front of her. “Phone please, Veronyka. You can pick it up after class.” Nyk met Mrs. Dee’s eyes, quickly silenced her phone, and handed it to her, embarrassed that she’d been caught. Kade smirked at her as their teacher walked back to the front of the classroom. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned her attention to Mrs. Dee as she began to write verbs on the whiteboard.

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Nyk :) : some kids stole a trophy apparently

Tristan froze. Surely if he’d been busted he would’ve already been called to his father’s office. Right? He tapped out a response with shaking fingers.

Tristan: Did they say who did it?

It took Nyk an agonizingly long minute to respond. Tristan bit his nail and waited for her to finish typing. Did Sev get caught with the trophy?

Nyk :) : no but their gonna be questioning people

He grinned in relief.

Tristan: They’re

Nyk :) : ok

He rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone before the teacher caught him with it. It was far too early in the day for him to be doing statistics, but that didn’t stop Mr. Ellet from passing out worksheets. Tristan frowned at his, noticing that it was different from the sheet belonging to the kid sitting next to him. Again? I need to have a talk with my dad; he can’t keep doing this. Nevertheless, he picked up his pencil and began to fill out the paper.

The bell signaling the end of first period rang, and Tristan rose from his seat. He hurried out into the hall and shot Sev a few texts.

Tristan: They know the trophy’s missing.

Tristan: You still have it right?

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: SEV!

Sev: jhgfkdjhgkdjf

Sev: Yes I still have the trophy

Sev: You can relax

He opted not to respond to Sev’s last text.

***

“That was great!” Anders shouted at Nyk. She beamed at him. “Okay come over here so I can get your size and uniform.” She jogged over to the other side of the gym “Alright, you can go back to lunch now.” She nodded and grabbed her things.

She hurried to the cafeteria and slid into an empty spot at her table.

“Guess who’s officially a cheerleader!” Nyk exclaimed excitedly. Kade grinned at her and Tristan congratulated her. Latham didn’t bother to look up at her, probably still peeved that she had briefly borrowed his seat during Spanish. She glanced around for Elliot and Sparrow but they weren’t there.

“That’s cool, Nyk,” Tristan flashed her a smile. She offered one back, and could practically feel Kade rolling his eyes at them. Latham stood up and walked away, most likely leaving to track down Anders.

K: Ugh get a room you guys

Nyk smirked at her phone.

Nyk: someday youre gonna have a crush that i can tease you about

Kade took suspiciously long to respond.

K: unlikely

“Are you guys seriously texting each other while I’m right here?” Tristan gave each of them a mock offended look. Nyk and Kade rolled their eyes at him. “Very uncool, guys.” He paused and glanced at their table. “Hey, why doesn’t Sev ever eat with us?”

Nyk thought for a moment. The question was kind of out of the blue, honestly. Sev showed up for the study group and then they occasionally waved to him in class or in the halls. But that was it. He wasn’t really friends with any of them. She’d never really thought about what Sev did when he wasn’t with them. Did he even have friends at all?

“I was under the impression that he didn’t want to,” Kade said. Nyk had forgotten that Tristan was still waiting for an answer.

“Well I don’t think he’s really hanging out with anyone else. We should see if he wants to have lunch with us tomorrow,” Tristan nodded as he said this, as if confirming that he liked his idea. Nyk and Kade looked at each other. Kade shrugged and returned to his salad bowl.

***

Sev twisted the key through the lock and yanked the door open. Hestia would be home soon, so he quickly grabbed the trophy pieces and shoved them in the back of his closet, where hopefully she would be unable to find them. His phone chimed several times in a row.

Tristan: Did you hide the trophy?

Tristan: Did your parents find out about it?

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Tristan: Sev

Sev: You have got to stop

Sev: Yes the trophy is hidden, no my mother did not find out about it

Tristan: Thank heavens

Tristan: Hey do you want to have lunch with the study group tomorrow? You don’t usually eat with us.

Sev: Hard pass.

Sev: Stop texting me.

Sev turned off his phone. He didn’t want Tristan to keep trying to convince him to hang out with the group. If he was being honest, he was pretty close to quitting it. He didn’t really fit in with them. He was always the outsider. It felt pointless to attend their study group if no one except Tristan was even going to try to engage with him outside of it. He tossed his phone on his bed and went to kill time before Hestia got back. He could probably fit a movie in.

***

This is so bad. I can’t do this. I’m going to say the wrong thing oh my-

“Come in, Tristan,” His father’s voice sounded from the open doorway. Tristan slowly walked in and sat down in the chair that was closest to the principal’s desk. Unsurprisingly no student had come forward and returned the trophy, so interviews were being conducted. Tristan met his father’s eyes.

“Now, obviously this is just a formality.” Cassian informed him. “But still. Where were you on the night before last?” Tristan began to panic.

We didn’t have a cover story! What am I supposed to say?!

“I was hanging out with my friend, Sev,” He began. Cassian nodded for him to continue. “We got some food and went back to his place to watch a movie.” He opened his mouth to continue, but his father held up a hand.

“That’s good enough, you can go.” Tristan thanked his father and quickly left. I did it!

His feelings of relief were quickly halted when he saw who was being interviewed next. It was Sev. Tristan hastily grabbed the other boy’s arm and whispered in his ear: “We got food and watched a movie at your house.”

Sev gave him a brief nod and disappeared into Cassian’s office. Tristan returned to class and worried about Sev and the trophy. Then he went to his next class and worried about Sev and the trophy. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Tristan: Okay I know you told me to leave you alone but please tell me nothing went wrong in your interview.

Sev: It was fine. We got burgers, fries, and shakes, then watched Spirited Away

Tristan: Studio Ghibli?

Sev: Yeah it’s a good movie.

Tristan: Never seen it.

Sev: Well don’t go around telling people that, we’ve got to keep our cover intact

Tristan: What, are you a spy now?

Sev: You’re the one who wanted to hide the trophy

Tristan: That’s fair.

***

When Tristan got home, it was clear that his father was frustrated with the theft of the trophy. He and the school’s safety officers had interviewed the bulk of the students and found no viable culprits. Tristan had never been a very good liar, and he was afraid that he might crack if his father continued to chase his own tail in an effort to find whoever had stolen the trophy.

Tristan: I think we need to tell my dad that we did it.

Sev: ???? why

Tristan: He’s getting very frustrated at the whole situation.

Sev: Ok? He is a grown man he can deal with himself

Tristan: I really just think we should

Sev: Ok then go tell him if it’s making you so upset

Tristan: I don’t know if I can.

Sev: Then don’t Tristan: I feel like I have to.

Sev: Then do it

Tristan: I’m worried about getting in trouble.

Sev: dude just stop

Truthfully, Tristan wasn’t quite sure of what to do. On one hand, telling his father would get the whole situation over with, and he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping any covers intact. But on the other, he was facing some probably pretty serious repercussions for what he and Sev had done. It had been his idea too, to take the trophy. He only wanted to take a picture of it, to send as a joke to the study group chat. Instead the trophy had fallen and broken, and he had gotten stuck in this mess.

Finally, he poked his head into his dad’s office. His father was on the phone with someone, so Tristan waited until he hung up.

“Who was that?” He asked, hoping to get a somewhat pleasant conversation going before he confessed. Cassian graced him with a rare smile.

“That was Sevro Lastlight, calling to tell me that he was the one who took the trophy.” What?

“Really?” Tristan responded after a moment. Why would he do that?

“Yes, really,” His father replied, sifting through a stack of papers on his desk. Tristan slowly retreated from the room. He still hadn’t fully processed what had happened. Why would Sev confess for me?

Tristan: You called my dad??

Sev: Yeah

Tristan: Why?

Sev: eh I’ve already done worse things than stealing a trophy

Tristan: That was really awesome of you, Sev.

Sev: np

Tristan: np?

Sev: No problem

Sev: How do you not know that

Tristan: Hey, have lunch with the study group. I know you already said no, but you’re my friend and I feel bad that you eat alone.

Sev: I don’t mind eating alone

Tristan: Please?

Sev: Fine.

Tristan cheered. Maybe today wasn’t that bad after all.

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Daddy Please Part 2

-Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT Spanking SMUT SMUT SMUT

Note from the author: I’ve spent a good portion of the day trying to write this despite having a dreadful day. I’m exhausted, so I’m not even proof reading it. I’ll get to that tomorrow, but here it is.

Enjoy Part 1

Joe and I slept at the club. It was a neutral point, and we were exhausted after the night we had. He offered to take me home after our shower, but I was too tired, and I didn’t have to be in the office …. well… anytime soon. After the 6-month long trial in Florida, I’d earned a break. I emailed my assistant that I would be late at the very least and may take the whole day off. I also instructed her to have a new pair of cuff links sent to Henry’s house with a thank you note. “He’ll know what for.” I added so she wouldn’t ask questions.

Joe curled his body around mine, spooning me tight as we slept, and I reveled in it. Being without a dom for 2 years was difficult, but the hardest part was sleeping alone. Henry had spoiled me by letting me sleep with him most nights, and I hoped Joe would want that also.

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A hand brushed over my side, pulling the sheet and blanket off me. I moan as the cold air hit my skin, and Joe shushed me. “It’s ok, baby girl. I’m just checking your body.” His fingers explored my skin, stopping when he reached my hip. “Is this ok?” he asked as he pushed into the bruised skin of my hip. It didn’t hurt bad, but it was tender.

“It’s ok.” I said. I was much more concerned about my vagina. He had fucked me wild last night, and I could already feel the tenderness of the skin without even touching it.

He sat on the bed, covering me up to keep me warm and bent over to kiss me. “I have to go to work.” The sun wasn’t even up yet.

“What time is it?” I asked and heard him chuckle.

He brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s 4 am. Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

I tried to figure out how much sleep we’d had but couldn’t quite shake the sleep fog out of my head. I knew it was just a couple of hours… Maybe 3? Either way, it wasn’t enough. As sleep began to pull me down, I stopped worrying about it and just relaxed. “I’ll call you later.” He kissed my forehead before leaving.

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I woke feeling completely new. My aching need had been sated, and yet, my body craved more of Joe. I smiled as I remembered last night.

When I went to the bathroom, I found Joe had left me a note taped to the mirror.

Good morning, beautiful. Last night was perfect and I can’t wait to see you again. When you wake up, call the front desk, and they’ll bring you breakfast. I’ve already ordered, and I expect you to eat at least ½ of what I give you. I’ll call you around lunch time. I’m hoping we can start contract negotiations tonight. Relax and enjoy your day and Thank you.

The note made me smile as much as the memories of last night. Next to the note was a bottle of Ibuprofen and some numbing cream. I took advantage of both, spreading the numbing cream over my hips and letting the ibuprofen help with everything else. Now that I was up, I could feel the aching in my muscles. I hadn’t used some of those muscles in 2 years, and they cried out for attention.

I drew a hot bath and called the front desk as I waited. “This is Y/N. I’m supposed to call you for breakfast?”

The desk attendant didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, ma’am. Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

“Coffee please with lots of sugar and cream.” I requested.

“How would you like your eggs?” He asked.

“Scrambled, please.”

He acknowledged me and said breakfast would arrive in the next 15 minutes. That wasn’t enough time for a long soak in the tub, but maybe the hot water could work out a few muscles before breakfast. I climbed in the tub, cursing at the heat, but knowing the hotter the better.  

After my bath and breakfast, I dressed and attempted to fix my makeup, to no avail. My phone dinged as I was finishing my hair.

Morning babe. How did last night go? It was Henry texting me.

It was wonderful. Thank you for connecting us. Really! Thank you!

My pleasure. I was getting worried about you working so much and not taking care of your other…. Needs.

I laughed at the idea that he wouldn’t just come out and say my need to be a sub. After all, he was once my dom, and we were still great friends. My “needs” are met, although I suspect more will arise soon.

Lol. Enjoy your day babe. Ann says hi.

Tell her I said thanks and I’ll probably see her tonight.

You’re coming back to the club? Two nights in a row? I figured you’d be with Joe tonight.

I chuckled. I’m still at the club. We stayed here last night. We still have to negotiate a contract, and I think the club would be a nice neutral place.

Agreed. See you tonight.

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My cell phone rang, and I let the car pick it up. “Y/N” I announced.

It was my assistant, Alyssa. “Ma’am. I have a Joe Annooowhy (she fumbled trying to figure out how to say it) …. Something like that. Would you like me to forward the call to you?”

My stomach rolled in anticipation, but I was able to keep my professional demeanor. “Yes please, Alyssa.”

“Good afternoon.” His deep voice through the speakers of my car vibrated through me surrounding me in warm waves and memories of last night.

I sighed happily, “Joe.”

He chuckled. “Miss me baby girl?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Sounds like you’re relieved to hear my voice.”

I thought for a second. “I am.”

“Thought I wouldn’t call?” He asked.

“No. No that’s not it. I just…. It’s corny.” I laughed to myself.

His voice lowered another octave. “Tell me, baby girl.” He sounded amused, but I wasn’t going to defy his order.

Should I actually say this? Being a sub felt odd after all this time of being alone. I tried to remember how I did it with Henry. I was easily able to separate work me vs. sub me. I’m out of practice now. What would Henry want? He’d want me to say it. “You sound like,” I paused. “home.” As soon as I said it, I was afraid I’d said too much.

“I like the way that sounds.” I could hear his smile in his voice. “So, tonight, Henry and Ann have invited us to dinner. I’ll pick you up from your office at 6.” He wasn’t asking.

“I wasn’t going to go to the office today.” I admitted.

He paused for the briefest second. I’d thrown off his plan. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at your house?”

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I was ready when my doorbell rang, and I rushed to get to the door quickly. Joe looked amazing, and I couldn’t stop my smile when I opened the door.

We crashed into each other. All hands, lips and tongues, fingers grabbing with need. Our moans and grunts filling the air as we desperately tried to find relief. Joe pushed us through the front door and closed it behind him with his foot. “That made it worse.”

I pressed as close to him as I could, and it still wasn’t enough. “Made what worse?”

He pulled my hair back gently and kissed his way down my throat. “All day long, all I wanted was you. Now that I’m here, I want you more. Why the hell did I accept Henry’s dinner invitation?” He asked between kisses.

I knew what he meant. I wanted nothing more than to be alone with Joe. Alone, naked…. There was a good chance negotiations would take hours, and dinner would make the day even longer. I melted into Joe’s kiss; my head clouded with lust. I needed to focus. “Because Henry doesn’t take no for an answer.” I said.

Joe pulled away to look into my eyes and paused before chuckling. “You’re right.” He took a deep breath and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “We should get going.” He peeked at the clock on my wall.

I looked slyly up at him, “We could have a quickie?” I brushed my fingers over his crotch.

He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips. “Baby girl, there are only 2 things I want to do quick tonight. Dinner and the contract signing.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes daddy.” He hugged me tight.

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“You know, I deserve credit for hooking you two up.” Henry said as he stretched his arms out and wrapped one around Ann.

Dinner had been amazing. The food, the conversation, everything. I got to see how Henry and Joe interact. They were better friends than I had known, and they were happily laughing at stories. Between Henry and his boisterous personality and Joe with his intimidating size and loud laugh, Ann and I barely got a chance to talk. I sat pondering these 2 men. Both of them had giant personalities, and incredibly good looks, and whenever they entered a room, they commanded attention. Now, with both in the restaurant, it almost became a power struggle, but somehow it worked.

“Henry,” Joe said straightening up. “I’m sure you’ll understand. I quite anxious to start contract negotiations. We’re going to head out.” Joe stood and gave me his hand.

When Henry and Ann both chuckled, Joe shot them an un-approving look. “Joe, it won’t take near as long as you think. She probably has an envelope with 3 different contracts in her purse.”

Joe looked from them to me as Henry and Ann stood. “Don’t be ridiculous, Henry.” I said as he hugged me. “It’s all done on a tablet now.” I patted the side of my purse for effect, and we laughed more.

“We won’t hold you up any further.” Ann said as she hugged me. “He’s a great guy,” she whispered in my ear. I smiled fondly at her as I mouthed thanks to her.

“Ready, baby girl?” Joe said placing his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him with every intention of saying yes, but when his eyes locked on mine, I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes.

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Contract negotiations went perfectly. Henry had really chosen well for me.  Joe and I wanted similar things, and we only had to negotiate 3 points. All in all, it took an hour, which thrilled both of us. Now, the night loomed before us full of possibilities.

“Stand there.” Joe said quietly but forcefully as he pointed to the spot he’d had me stand in last night. He locked the door and hung up his suit coat before coming to me and kissing me deeply. His hands roamed down my sides and slipped under my dress, slowly pulling it up over my head. Stepping back, he surveyed the matching black lace underwear and bra. “Black lace again?” He sounded pleased. I nodded yes as he ran his hands over the fabric of my bra. “You paid attention last night. Thank you. Black lace is my favorite.” He kissed me gently and ran his hands over my ass before walking across the room. He grabbed a bottle out of a desk drawer and poured an amber liquid into a high ball glass before sitting on the desk chair.

As I stood there, he casually leaned back in the chair and sat ogling my almost naked form as he sipped his drink. The longer he sat, the more awkward it felt to be standing there. I assume he was doing it on purpose to push my buttons, and it was working. After 2 years on my own, I wasn’t used to such obvious leering. The complete silence in the room was just making everything worse, and I was grateful when he spoke. “What are you thinking?” He asked.

I don’t know what I expected him to ask, but this wasn’t it. “I’m wondering why you’re not touching me.” I admitted quietly as I looked at the floor.

“You don’t need to look down tonight. Just be yourself. Talk to me.” He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee. Each move was slow and calculated and screamed dominance. “Maybe I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with you tonight. What do you want me to do?”

Slowly, I raised my eyes from the floor to him. “I….um…. whatever Daddy wants.” I said, which he smiled at.

“Daddy wants to know what you want right now. Tell me the truth.” He stood, took a sip of his drink, laid the glass down and came to stand in front of me.

“I want to make you happy.” I said, and he stepped forward another step, standing close enough for me to feel his body heat and smell his cologne. “I want….” His eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t answer. He just stared down at me, towering over me, somehow dominating me without even saying a word.

He had smiled at my inner brat last night, so I tried to stand my ground. I challenged him with my eyes and my stance. I tried. I stood still for what seemed forever, him so close to me I could almost feel his heartbeat. I tried, but eventually the dominant in him overpowered my inner sub, and I looked down.

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me, his large hands covering my ass. It had been a power play. This whole thing had been a power play. I should have known. Mentally I chided myself for not understanding what was happening. Without warning, he undid my bra and pulled the lace down my shoulders and tossed the bra onto the desk.

I took a deep breath as the cold air hit my nipples. “Cold, baby girl?” he teased. I wanted to make a smart remark but instead I just nodded yes. “I’ll warm you up soon. Just wait.”

Wait? Wait? I’d already been waiting. He pulled away from me, untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I peeked up as the edge of his Samoan tattoo came into view, and resolved not to smile, but good grief, he was beautiful. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he quickly pulled the tie out of his collar, circled me and grabbed my wrists, pulling them back and using the tie to bind them together tightly. He tested the tautness of the knot, but still asked, “Is that ok?” I quickly nodded yes. “Good. So, you’re wondering what I’m going to do to you? You don’t get to know that. I decide that and you accept it. Is that understood?” He ran his hands down my sides until he reached my underwear. Hooking his fingers inside the waistband, he slowly dragged the material down. “Step out.” I did, and he tossed the underwear onto the desk with the bra.  

He grabbed my hips and turned me until I was facing him, but he didn’t rise. He stayed crouched on the floor. He looked up at me with a devilish grin and quickly pushed his hand between my legs. “Spread your feet.” He commanded, and I obliged. He crouched for a moment, drawing out the suspense before finally running two fingers over my slit. “You’re very wet.” He teased me.

I gasped as his fingers ran over my slit again, “Yes, daddy.”

“Do you want daddy to lick you?” He asked.

I looked right in his eyes as I begged, “Please, Daddy, Please.”

I wasn’t even done saying it before he pushed his face into my crotch and he flicked my throbbing clit with his tongue. My head fell back as I moaned in delight, but just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away and stood in front of me. “On the bed, on your knees.” I walked over to the bed, but just as I was getting ready to climb up it, he wrapped his hands around my waist and helped me up.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

I listened as he removed his pants and underwear, desperately wanting to see his dick. When he climbed on the bed behind me, he cupped my breasts with his hands and pushed his erection against me. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he began to twist and pull, gently at first then harder and harder until I yelped. “Very good,” he whispered in my ear. “Henry told me you couldn’t handle much pain, but you did very well with that.” I smiled with pride. “You’ve got a praise kink!” he said excitedly as if he’d just opened a present.

“Yes daddy.” I whispered.

I felt him relax just a bit, “That’s very good, because I like to praise.” He slid one arm down around my waist and pulled the other up along my back until he cupped my neck. He pushed me over until my face was against the bedding. His hand now caressed down my back slowly sliding between my legs and pushing 2 fingers inside me. I cried out. “Does it feel good?” He knew it did, but he wanted me to say it.

“Yes daddy.” I sighed.

“Then fuck my fingers, baby girl. Fuck them like you fucked my dick last night.” He pressed his fingers deeper into me, and I groaned. “Come on. Show me how bad you want my dick.” I pushed back against his hand, and I felt his fingers flutter inside me. I rocked my body away from him and back against him, picking up speed with each rock.  “That’s it baby. Try to get yourself off.”

I had every intention of doing so, but just as my orgasm started to build, he pulled his fingers out of me and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them.” I opened and he slid the two fingers in my mouth. “Don’t you taste delicious?” I nodded my head yes as I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and sucked.

He moaned. “I love that mouth.” I beamed with pride as he laid down on the bed and I could see how hard he was. “Wrap that talented mouth around my cock,” He instructed as he scooted close to my face. Leaning back onto my knees, I positioned myself over him and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He ran his fingers into my hair, grabbing it as he roughly pushed me down on his cock. I took his full length into my waiting mouth, tasting the pre-cum as I lifted my head. As I flicked my tongue over the top of his head, he groaned so softly I could barely hear it. I slid my lips down his cock again, just deep enough to gag. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that.” He used his grasp on my hair to pull me up and down again and again, and again. “That feels so good.” He loosened his grip and let me play. I explored his cock tip to base, licking, kissing, sucking before taking a ball into my mouth and humming a sound of contentment. He instinctually bucked his hips and crashed into my face clumsily.

He shot up and started doting over me. “Are you ok?” He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let me see.”

I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing and completely ruined the mood of the scene. I half expected to get I trouble, but he laughed with me. He reached behind me and undid the tie. “Let’s take a look.” He searched my face. “You ok?” He chuckled.

“I’m fine.” We both chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine and wrapped his arms around me.

“You might be a little too good at that.” We both laughed. “Lay down baby girl.” He smiled as he climbed between my knees. He pressed sweet kisses up my thighs. When he flicked his tongue over my clit I gasped loud. I felt his lips spread in a smile before he wrapped his lips over my clit and sucked. I forgot I’d even been laughing. His talented mouth reduced me to a moaning mess quickly.

“Daddy!” I cried out.

“Baby?” He asked.

“Can I cum? Please.”

He smiled big again but didn’t look up at me. “Yes.” He slid two fingers into me again and sucked my clit until I was consumed in a wave of warm tingles. He stopped sucking, but slowly moved his fingers in and out of me to extend my orgasm, finally stilling them inside me as the clenching slowed. He gently pulled them out and crawled up to lay beside me with a warm smile on his face. He trailed his fingers over my arm and watched as I rode out the last shock.

He kissed me softly, sweetly as he climbed between my legs. He pressed his cock up against my core and kissed me again while he slid inside me gradually. He stilled deep inside me. “Open your eyes baby girl.” I did and found him looking sweetly at me. When I smiled at him, he began sliding in and out leisurely at first then building faster and harder with each stroke. I tried to focus on keeping my eyes open, but the better he made me feel the more I forgot and closed my eyes.

He stilled when a second orgasm washed over me. “Baby, you’re so tight.” His words caused me to clench again and he groaned. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in to kiss me. He started fucking me before the orgasm ended which caused another orgasm to start. My back arched and my head snapped back. He wrapped an arm around my waist and slowed his thrusts. I collapsed onto his arm and he laid me down gingerly. Burying his head in my neck, he peppered kisses along the skin. He thrust in and out of me as he nipped and sucked along my collarbone. When the orgasm was over, he kissed me sweetly.

Opening my eyes, I saw his smiled had turned to a smirk. He allowed me a second to process the change before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. Violently he pounded into me as hard and as fast as he could for a few minutes before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling out of me as jarringly as he started.

I barely had time to process the change when I felt the riding crop hit my ass hard. I yelped in surprise then moaned as the pain turned to tingling. A swift hard hit landed on my other cheek, and I felt his hands rub over the skin. “More?”  he asked, and I moaned out a yes. Slap Slap. The crop hit both cheeks one right after the other. I yelped, then moaned. Slap Slap. Yelp. Moan. Slap. Slap. I yelped. This time though, the pain stayed longer and the moan came later. Slap. Slap. I yelped. When I didn’t moan, he began to massage the skin again. “Good girl.” He soothed. “You did great.” He kissed each cheek before kissing a trail up my back. When he was close to my ear he lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “Ready?”

No. No. I wasn’t ready. Not for another slap from the crop. I didn’t want to use a safe-word so I paused, trying to lengthen the reprieve.

“Answer me baby.” I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say no, and I wouldn’t safe out. Not this early in the relationship. “Are you ok?” There was a touch of panic in his voice.

The pain was lessening but I answered hesitantly. “Yes.”

“Did we reach your pain threshold?” He soothed me as he asked, and I nodded yes. “Ok baby. I’ll remember that.” He shifted until the head of his penis pushed against my slit. “Ready for me?” I nodded eagerly now that I knew what he was asking about.

He slammed into me, pushing me forward and down into the bed. He yanked me up onto my knees again and held me with a ruthless grip on my waist as he pulled me back onto him fast and rough. I screamed out in joy as he pounded relentlessly into me for what seemed like hours, his grunts mixing with my screams. I came quickly, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop, he kept pounding into me unceasingly until his grunts grew louder and he exploded inside me with a loud roar wildly thrusting as he emptied himself inside me.

I collapsed and he slowly lowered us onto the bed, sliding his arm under me and pulling me until my head was cradled on his chest. We laid there, catching our breath. His hands caressed me gently, and my skin tingled with each touch. I sighed, content to lay with him forever, and he was in no hurry to move either. So we laid there touching, kissing, enjoying each other for a long time. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some sleep,” he said softly. I smiled wide as I realized he wanted to sleep with me.

Part 3

 @mindofasagittaruis​ @lclb13​ @reigns-5sos​

[bittywitches]

Ask: 6. Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room. w gray ? 🤍

Oops forgot to post a lot of these 😅 (also I just realized this said heel but I didn’t do that exactly I’m sorry)

6. Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room 

(for reference lol)

You honestly didn’t expect to find yourself in this situation, especially on your mother’s wedding day. This was supposed to be the best day of her life, she’d spent months planning this day for hours on end. She wanted it to be completely perfect, and you did all that you could to ensure that it would be. And you loved your Mom’s fiancée, she was literally the sweetest woman you’d ever met (aside from your momma). You already knew her pretty well, but in the weeks leading up to the wedding, you guys became even closer. She literally felt like one of your closest friends (even though she was a few decades older than you). So when the day finally arrived and you found out that you basically had no role to play in it? It hurt a bit.

You were already a bit furious with the fact that your sister was the one who got to be the maid of honour. Sure she was a lot older, and could probably handle the role a lot better, but it didn’t make you any less bitter. And even though you were still a bridesmaid, you were practically locked out of her dressing room for most of the night. And since you guys had gotten to the venue earlier than the wedding was scheduled, you just spent your time moping around the almost finished wedding hall.

It was only about an hour later did you have your phone ringing, a call from your sister. You sighed, picking the phone up reluctantly.

“Finally remembered that I exist?”

“Don’t be an ass. We need you to run an errand.”

“Of course. I knew my own family wouldn’t think of me unless they needed me for something.”

“Would you stop being petty for one second? There’s been an issue with the bouquets. Apparently, nobody remembered to go pick them up.”

“What? Isn’t the wedding supposed to start in-“ your phone away from your ear to look at the time. “Fifteen minutes?”

“Yea, that’s why I need you to GO.”

“Weren’t the bouquets supposed to be your responsibility?”

“Will you please just go get it?”

“What do I get out of this?”

“The satisfaction of giving mom the wedding of her dreams?”

“Mmmmm….”

She sighed over the phone. “I’ll pay you.”

“How much?”

“Twenty dollars.”

“What, do you think I’m twelve? No deal.”

“Dude-”

“Do you want my help?”

“Ugh, fine. Thirty.”

“Fifty or you’re on your own.”

“What? I’m not paying you fifty dollars just to-”

“Alright, good luck with-”

“God, FINE! Fifty!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Fuck you. I’ll text you the address.”

Seconds later your phone vibrated in your hand, the location of the florist popping up in your notifications. You stuffed your phone into your purse and headed for the coatroom.

As you approached the door, you were confronted with  a few dozen faces pouring in through the front doors and drifting into the coatroom, in quite a disorganized fashion. You groaned. You guys were really cutting this close.

You pushed your way through the hectic sea of guests, making it through the coatroom door with a bit of ease, but after that, it was literally as if you were drowning in hairspray and cologne.

“How does my mom know so many people?” You grumbled, throwing out an ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ every half a second, but eventually just trying to push your way through the group of people.

Your eyes landed on your coat, so you began treading towards it, but just before you could grab it, the heel of your pump dug into something that most definitely was not the hardwood floor, causing your ankle to jerk sideways and you stumbled over.

“Woah,” Your shoulder jabbed into the side of a lavender dress shirt, and you definitely would’ve toppled over if it weren’t for the large hands that came up to catch you. You looked up to see who the voice was, and saw the face of a handsome young man staring back down at you.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” You fumbled, trying to stand up straight but another elderly woman rammed into your backside as she headed for the door, shoving your right back into the man’s arms.

“At least try to look where you’re going?” You yelled after her, but she only gave you a dirty look before leaving.

You sighed, looking away from her to see that you were still clutching onto the man’s shoulders, his black polyester slipping in your fingertips.

“God, hold on-” You leaned up and behind the man to reach up and grab your coat, your chest flushed against his when you did so, and his arms naturally came to rest on your lower back.

You leaned away, holding your coat in one hand and then grabbing his wrist with the other, yanking him to get him to follow you. You pulled him out of the coatroom, gasping when you finally got to breathe something that didn’t smell like fancy fabric softener.

“Felt like I was gonna drown in there,” You turned around to look at the man with you, colour returning to your face when you noticed his disheveled look.

“God, I’m really sorry,” you walked up to him and adjusted his blazer, straightening out the collar.

“It’s no big deal, really.” He placed his hands on your shoulders to get you to stop.

“No, you look so nice and I just,” You looked down at his black leather dress shoes to see the left one was creased right at the tip, a large cut where your heel had stepped on him.

“Oh my god, no!” You bent down at his feet, wiping at the top to see if it was just a smudge or not, and you blew air out of your nose in annoyance when you confirmed that the cut was there.

“Hey, it’s seriously not a problem.” He bent down to grab you by the shoulders and pull you back up.

“No, I ruined your shoes, and they look really expensive-”

“It’s fine, I promise.”

“Jeez, I’m sorry.” You got up on your toes to fix his ruffle hair, a result of the pandemonium that had occurred within the coat room. “You’d think a place like this would have a bigger place to leave your coats.”

He laughed, and you smiled when he did. You noticed a gem on his canine tooth when he chuckled, almost looking similar to the two shiny studs in his ears. His hand came up to rub his stubble, trailing up his chin. You were right. He looked really nice.

He looked back at you, an eyebrow quirked. “You’re one of the bridesmaids, right? I saw a few girls wearing that dress outside when I came in. Seemed like they were in a rush.”

You sighed. “Yeah, apparently things aren’t going as smoothly as we’d hoped.” You tilted your head. “Well, as smoothly as they’d hoped.”

He scrunched his nose at you in confusion.

You stuck your hand out. “I’m Y/N. Daughter of the bride. Er, well, the bride that proposed.”

He laughed when you said that, and took your hand, giving it a firm shake. “Grayson.”

“My sister is the maid of honour.”

“Oh.... ouch.”

“Yea, pretty much sucks ass. She’s practically planned the whole thing without any of my help. Except now, because things are going off the rails, I’m the one who has to save everyone’s ass.” You blinked. “Speaking of, I should head to the florist’s. Bouquet mishap and whatnot.”

“Oh, okay.” He said, a bit disappointed. “Maybe I’ll see you la-”

“Wait!” You grabbed his arm, startling him a bit. “There’s a small formal wear store that’s literally in the same plaza as the florist! I can make up for ruining your shoes.”

His eyebrows raised. “Y/N, it really isn’t necessary-”

“Nonsense! I’m not going to let my mother have guests wearing improper attire to her own wedding.” You winked at him.

He chuckled. “Alright, we better leave quickly then. The wedding’s gonna start soon.” He held out his arm for you, his elbow jutting out to the side.

“My, what a gentleman.” You smiled, hooking your arm around his and gripping his bicep as you led him out to your car.

・ ・ ・

“So, how do you know Lindsey?” You said as you hopped out of your car, locking it behind you as Grayson followed suit. “I’m assuming you're a guest from her side.”

“Yea. My dad used to work with her, and they were pretty close. Recently drifted apart, but he was very excited to be invited to the wedding. She also used to babysit me.” He held the door to the florist open for you, and you walked inside.

“Hah, I bet you were a cute kid.”

“You think so?” He asked, the door jingling as it fell closed behind him.

“Well I can’t imagine that anyone could be ugly as a kid and then grow up to look like-” You looked over your shoulder at him to see him chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes resting gently on yours.

“What I mean is,” you fumbled, pulling the straps of your dress higher up your shoulder. “Nobody could have that big of a glow up.” You gave him a small smile, turning back to the counter to hide your gradually growing pink face.

“Well, thanks.” You heard his feet pacing behind you, snaking through the rows of beautiful flowers. It was pretty late, so nobody else was in the store except you two and the Clerk.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up an order. Should be under ‘Lindsey and Nia’.”

“Ah, yes. One moment.” The clerk disappeared through a door, and you laid your elbows onto the counter, your face resting on one hand while the other tapped your fingers on the cool marble.

“Hey,” You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you looked around to see Grayson gently holding a beautiful pink peony right in front of your nose.

You breathed in, taking in the wonderful scent, opening your eyes and looking up to meet Grayson’s soft ones.

“It matches your dress,” He said simply, but his sweet tone somehow made it feel like he was serenading you with a love song.

“It does.”

“Kinda looks like you,” He said, gesturing towards your low bun, tiny white flowers peeking out of it. He handed the flower to you, and you took it, holding it gently in your fingertips.

“It’s beautiful.”

“That’s what I said.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, a small but playful simper on his lips.

“I-”

“Here you are, miss.” You suddenly turned away from Grayson to look at the vendor, your eyes landed on the two pink plumeria bouquets.

“Oh, they’re gorgeous, thank you.” You took them from him, closing your eyes to inhale their scent.

“Do you plan on buying that, miss?” You looked at where he was pointing, and saw he was talking about the peony in your hand.

“Oh, no, I was just-”

“Actually, no. But I was.” Grayson stepped up to the counter, taking his wallet out of his pocket. You stepped back to give him some room, looking at him with a bit of wonder in your eyes.

“Five dollars.”

“For ONE flower-” You interjected, but Grayson rested his hand on your arm, and for some reason it silenced you.

Grayson handed the man a five-dollar bill. The vendor asked if he wanted a bag, and Grayson refused, wishing the man a good night after the exchange. He turned to you, handing you the flower then heading for the door.

“You coming?”

It felt like you’d been watching this happen from somewhere out of your body, and had to blink to get yourself to return to Earth. “Yea, coming.”

・ ・ ・

“Y/N, we seriously don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we do. I owe you for two things now.”

“The shoes were an accident, and the flower was barely anything, you don’t-”

“Just shut up and choose a pair of shoes.” You demanded, and he put his arms up in defeat, walking back up towards the display of shoes on the wall. You sat down on one of the stools, absent-mindedly smelling the beautiful pink flower that Grayson had gifted you.

“These look pretty good, don’t you think?” He gestured towards a pair that had two different shades of brown on it.

“You’re kidding right? Do you think my mom’s wedding theme is ‘the wild west’?”

“Jeez, it was just a suggestion.” He said with an exaggerated tone, and you giggled.

“How about these?” You walked up and picked up a jet black pair, almost resembling the ones he was wearing except for the seams lining the sides.

“They’re basically the same as these.” He wiggled one foot in the air.

“Yea, but these don’t have a cut in them.”

He chuckled, picking up the box that had those shoes, then taking them out to try them on. They fit perfectly.

“Dang, these are nice.” He sat down to slip them off and place them back in the box, but his eyes bulged when he saw the price tag. “No way, these are way too expensive.”

“Lemme see.” You read the label, and you had to chew the inside of your cheek to prevent you from making any sort of remark. “It’s not that bad.”

“Are you serious?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m paying for it.”

“That’s exactly why it does matter-”

“Grayson come on, I don’t have the time for this!” You took your phone out of your purse to check the time, and instead saw a stream of texts from your sister asking where you were. “I was supposed to be back like ten minutes ago. Just pick a pair of shoes!”

“But I can’t let you buy these! It’s too much!”

“You bought me something too.”

“It was a flower! For five dollars!”

“Okay, time’s up, we’re choosing these ones.” You grabbed them back from him, running for the front of the store as you heard Grayson call behind you.

“Y/N-”

You slammed the shoes down on the counter, startling the cashier. “Is this all, ma’am?”

“Yep.” Grayson stumbled up behind you, slipping on his creased shoe and sighing as the cashier scanned the box.

“At least let me pay for it.”

“What? No! Then I’d still owe you!”

“You don’t owe me anything-”

“Jesus, you’re more annoying than my mom and Lindsey bickering over what centerpiece they want.”

At that he finally dropped it, laughing. “Lindsey is pretty picky about her flowers.”

“Yeah.” You inserted your credit card and put in the pin. “I was surprised they were even able to make a decision on the bouquets. I was so sure they were going to choose different flowers.” You sighed, looking at him. “But Lindsey knew mom would die for these, and that was all she needed to know to make her decision.”

“Guess they really love each other, huh?” Grayson mused as you took your credit card back. The cashier handed you the bag with the shoes as well as a receipt, and you thanked her before walking out with him.

“Yea. They really do.” You remarked, looking down at the single peony still in your hand.

“Hey, your car is that way.” He grabbed your arm, then took the bouquets from you as you laughed at your disorientation.

“Right.”

・ ・ ・

After rushing to the dressing room to find half the exasperated bridesmaids as well as a finally stress-relieved sister, your mother gave you a huge sloppy kiss on the cheek that you squirmed away from, but you were happy all the same that she was able to get her bouquets. One of the other bridesmaids rushed off to give the second bouquet to Lindsey.

Of course you were pushed out a few minutes later, but this time you weren’t as upset. Your mind was lingering on other things… so when your sister pushed you out the door, you were quick to snatch the pink peony that you’d left lying on the dresser.

・ ・ ・

Ceremony over, bouquets thrown, tears wept and first dance completed; After it was all over, you found yourself hovering near the back of the hall, watching as your Mom and Step-mom danced the night away, carefree as ever with the biggest smiles on their faces. You sighed, happy at how this night had turned out. It was perfect, it was gorgeous, it really was everything you’d all dreamed of and more. The love of the two oozed out of their very pores, filling the room with a bubbly feeling that you quite easily caught on to you. You found yourself with eyes roaming the room, looking for a certain someone with a lavender dress shirt, but your shoulders slumped when you couldn’t find it through the haze of pink lights dancing across the room. You looked down, and took another whiff of the flower you still held in your hands, not daring to let go of it after your bridesmaid duties had been accomplished. You looked up again, hoping to find the disheveled hair and shiny studs.

“Looking for me?” A voice caught you from behind, and you looked behind you to see Grayson, his arms casually held behind his back, but a small smirk played on his lips when he noticed the flower in your hands. “Still have that?”

You bit your lip, slowly shifting your way over to him amidst the music and laughter. “It’s too pretty to get rid of.” You looked down to see he’d changed into the new shoes you’d bought him, and it brought a smile to your lips. “They look good.”

“They’re great. You have great taste.” You met his eyes, them dark and wonderful as they glazed over you. “I really wish you didn’t pay for them though.”

“I’m happy I did.”

“But now I owe you.” His fingertips met yours as he took the delicate flower from you, bringing it up to his face to smell it, smiling at the fact that it still had that wonderful scent.

“Maybe you can make it up to me…” Your hands came up to his, your fingers first tracing the petals of the flower, then down the stem, then dragging across his large hands.

He wrinkled an eyebrow. “How so?”

You gestured towards the dance floor, that now had many bodies moving to the music on it.

He smiled, taking a step back from you just so he could lean forward with one hand behind his back, the other holding the peony out for you. “May I have this dance?”

You grinned, taking the flower from him, but letting your fingers linger a little while longer this time. “Of course.”

He chuckled, holding his elbow out for you once more, and you gripped it, leading him towards the dance floor.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~I Let You Down~

Gif found on google and it wouldn’t let me see who the original poster was. So credit to the original poster if this is your gif!

JP ‘Rook’ Cappelletty x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4,660

Prompt (also found on google): “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” 

3rd person POV x Lyric oneshot

Song: Clumsy by All Time Low

‘Some say it’s true, that true love never dies...Even when it’s five years later and you’re still dead set on trying to hate the person who broke your heart and left you behind to pick up the pieces.’

Authors note: It’s been ages since I’ve done a lyric inspired oneshot, or a oneshot, or any writing really for that fact lol But I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so I hope you guys enjoy it! This is also my first time writing for and actually posting something for Rook. So I hope I did it justice. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading more, or even possibly reading a part 2 if this one does well enough! 

Y/N (Your name) Y/F/N (Your full name)

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‘I flew too close to the sun Fell back to Earth like a stone I got too high on myself Too young and stupid to tellI was bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’

The words blasted from the speakers of her old ‘68 Chevelle as she whipped into a parking spot beside her favorite Cafe. Taking a moment to extinguish what was left of her cigarette before cutting the engine and climbing out into the sweltering LA summer heat. Taking a moment to adjust her aviators and check that she had everything she needed before making her way inside, the door chimed softly as she stepped into the building's relaxing atmosphere, the air condition a welcome feeling as she made her way up to order a much needed coffee.  

The line was relatively long, congested by the usual late morning rush, but Y/N was happy to wait as long as it took. It was Friday, and she finally had a day off too herself for the first time in ages, and she would be damned if she let anything as trivial as waiting a few extra minutes in line ruin her good mood. So there she stood, patiently scrolling through some messages on her phone while she waited. Moving slowly with the flow of the line of customers, as she listened to the song that played from the shops speakers overhead; The same radio station she'd been listening to in her car.

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine (I let you down)’ 

The door chiming softly behind her was nothing of significance. It had chimed at least four times prior to her arrival as more customers filtered in from the heat. Y/N unfazed by the sound at this point as she closed out an email from one of her clients managers. Making a mental note to herself to write a reply later when she arrived home before she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and looked up. A startled squeak escaping her lungs as she was suddenly rushed by a blur of curly hair. 

“Aunt Y/N!” 

A smile taking over Y/N’s face as she recognized the girl's voice. It was a voice that she’d recognize anywhere, even if Y/N hadn’t seen in her almost five years. “Hey, Casie.” Y/N smiled brightly as she hugged the girl a little tighter, happy to see such a familiar face.

“Dad! Look who I found!” Casie exclaimed excitedly, both her and Y/N turning at the same time to watch as Colson approached them through the small crowd that had formed inside the small Cafe. 

“Hoooooly shit!” Colson chuckled as he approached the pair who were still locked in a tight embrace. One that Colson was quick to join in on. “Now there’s a face I never thought I’d see again. How the hell have you been, Cash?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the silly nickname she had been given ages ago by the man before her himself. A nickname that she hadn’t heard in ages, something that tugged at her heart, sadly, as it brought forth a rush of memories she had long since kept buried...And for good reason.

“I’ve been doin’ alright.” Y/N chuckled softly as they finally broke away from the embrace to move up with the line. “How about you guys? It’s been ages -- When did she get so big?!” The words all came rushing out at once in a wave of excitement that overtook her, making Colson chuckle as he wrapped a long tattooed arm around his daughters shoulders, and pulled in for a tight side hug that had her squirming to escape before she punched his arm playful with a glare.

“I keep askin’ myself the same question.” He answered with a soft rumble of a laugh. Flinching a little as Casie punched his arm a little harder. “Ow.” Colson chuckled as he rubbed his arm lightly, moving to pull his wallet out of his back pocket before handing it to her as the line shortened once more. “Why don’t you grab us all somethin’, Princess, and we’ll grab a table--” 

“Already on it!” Casie said excitedly as she rushed off to take Y/N’s spot in line as Colson motioned towards an empty table near the windows. 

“I can’t believe how grown up she is...” Y/N admired as they took a seat, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she turned to watch Casie, who had finally reached the counter, place an order. “God, what was she, five, the last time I saw her?”

“Sounds about right.” Colson nodded. “Was right before you left Ohio for LA...”

“Yeah...” Y/N’s brows knit together tightly as she frowned, a wave of guilt crashing into her like a freight train. “Sorry I’ve been so shit at keeping in touch.” She apologized softly.

“Hey--” Colson reached out a hand to give her own a brief, reassuring squeeze. “Don’t do that to yourself. What happened, that wasn’t your fault and you know it. We were all young and stupid. Shit, even Rook knows that and how bad he fucked things up...You made your choice, and clearly it was the right one. I mean look at you--” Colson paused to lean back in his seat as he gestured at her proudly. “Ms. big time music producer over here.” 

“Oh stop it.” Y/N waved off the comment playfully with a roll of her eyes. “But really, I mean it Colson. I always meant to come back and see you guys, especially Casie...But I just...I don’t know. I guess I just feel guilty that I disappeared from her life like that with nothing more than a few short video chats here and there, ya’know?” 

“I get it.” Colson nodded. “Still not your fault. And if it’s any consolation, Rook still beats himself up for what happened.”

“Good!” Y/N replied harshly, her frown returning at the second mention of that name. “I hope it haunts the bastard for the rest of his life.” She muttered under her breath, though it was still loud enough that Colson heard it and gave a chuckle. About to say something in reply when Casie approached the table, drinks in hand, and took a seat beside Y/N, passing over her favorite drink --an iced chai latte-- before giving Colson his own coffee and returning his wallet. 

“I ordered some breakfast sandwiches too.” Casie smiled.

“God I’ve missed you!” Y/N beamed as she hugged her tightly for a moment before letting go. Having to stave off the tears that built in her eyes when Casie refused to let go from the embrace. Torn away only by a sudden idea as she shot up and looked at Colson excitedly.

“Can she come over for the party tonight?!” Casie rushed out, bouncing in her seat a little as she waited for Colson’s reply as he turned to look at Y/N, giving a small shrug. 

“I think I’ll leave that one up to Cash, Princess.” Colson chuckled softly as he took a sip of his coffee, thanking the waitress as their food was delivered.

“Please Aunt Y/N?! Please, please, please?!” Casie all but begged, hands clasped together as she gave Y/N that all to familiar puppy face. The same one she used to use on her all those years away when she wanted something. Eyes sparking with a level of adorableness that she knew Y/N would never be able to say no to; No matter how badly she wanted to.

Y/N groaned softly, knowing what this would entail, and exactly who she would be faced with having to avoid. But knowing that it was almost Casie’s birthday, Y/N didn’t have it in her heart to refuse. “I suppose I can’t really say ‘no’ to that face, now can I?” 

“Yes! Oh my god, you’re the best Aunt Cash!” Casie exclaimed as she hugged Y/N tightly, melting what was left of her cold, icy heart a little as she hugged the girl back.

“Only cause it’s you.” Y/N chuckled softly with a smile. Even though she was a raging ball of anxiety on the inside now as every single worst case scenario suddenly played through her head as she thought about what the evening would hold in store.

~

‘Caught at the end of the lifeline The catch of a lifetime (I should've known, should've known, should've known) Oh we were destined for danger Familiar strangers (I should've known, should've known)’ 

The party had been well under way for more than an hour when the sound of a vehicle nobody recognized was heard pulling into the driveway at Colson’s. A black Chevelle that found it’s parking spot beside the row of motorcycles nearest the front door. Everyone exchanging a few confused glances as Casie made a beeline straight for the door, flinging it open before whoever it was even had the chance to knock...Rook’s heart dropping somewhere into the vicinity of his stomach as she stepped into view, just as Casie flew in for a hug. Almost knocking Y/N over in the process.

“You made it!” 

“Of course I made it.” Y/N chuckled softly, that all too familiar smile that haunted every single one of Rooks dreams, curving those beautiful lips of her upwards into a smile. A smile he never thought he could miss more than he did right at this very second. 

“Holy shit, is that Cash?” Slim exclaimed as he came around the corner and out of the kitchen, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace. “I thought Casie was pulling my damn leg when she told us who was comin’.” 

“Surprise!” Y/N exclaimed with a nervous laugh as they broke away from the hug to extend the gift bag in her hand out towards Casie. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.” 

Casie all but squealed as she moved back in for another hug, barely giving Y/N an chance to wave a hello to everyone as she thanked her for the gift before dragging her through the house for a tour and to catch up. Rook frozen to the same spot, just staring after the two, completely oblivious to Colson’s presence as he leaned up against the counter beside him. 

“You alright?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rook’s head snapped around like it was on a swivel as he faced Colson. His tone sharp, but not one of anger. In fact, it was filled more with hurt than anything. His eyes drifting back towards the stairs where Casie and Y/N had disappeared just moments before. Colson held up his hands in defense as he shook his head lightly.

“We ran into her this morning while we were getting coffee. Case was so stoked to see her, man -- She didn’t wanna risk ruining anything. So she made me swear not to say anything. But I mean look, if you’re not cool with it and wanna take off, I understand--” 

“No...It’s alright.” Rook cut Colson off as he shook his head. “It’s Casie’s day and I’m not gonna ruin that. We’re both adults.” He swallowed harshly as his mouth suddenly went dry. “It’ll be fine.” At least he hoped. Colson nodding, remaining silent as he watched Rook’s gaze wander once more as he sipped stiffly at the amber liquid in the glass he held. His grip on the glass was so tight that Colson thought it might shatter.

‘We were bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’ 

Time seemed to slow as the night drug on for what felt like an eternity. An eternity that was filled with awkward avoidance and sour glances that were periodically thrown in Rook’s direction whenever he was caught staring for just a fraction of a second too long. Midnight came and went. The whiskey was going down like water, and there wasn’t a joint strong enough to make this night any easier. The only thing keeping him from disappearing completely, was the constant reminder that this was for Casie, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin that for her...Not that it made it any easier.

Left to watch from the side lines as Y/N joked and messed around with the rest of the guys, just like old times...Only this time around, Rook wasn’t a part of it. And knowing it was by his own wrong doings was like a dagger straight to the heart. A dagger that was slowly being twisted a little deeper into his chest with each passing hour that he was subject to someone dredging up a memory here and a memory there. 

A soft sigh fell from his lips as he rubbed a tired hand  over his face before standing, passing the joint he’d forgotten he’d been holding, back to Baze who had been eyeing him with a concerned look. “You alright, man?” 

“Fine.” Rook waved a dismissive hand as he headed for the backyard. “I just need some air.” He added quietly. But the change in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed as Baze gave a sigh of his own as he stood. Watching as Rook pushed through the small crowd of people and disappeared out the back door. 

“Hey, Cash.” Baze waved her down as she came out of the kitchen with another beer, offering the joint he held out to her, which she gladly accepted. Taking a hit and holding it for a few seconds before she let the sweet trail from between her lips. “So now that you’ve had a decent hit, I’m gonna go ahead and say something, so don’t fuckin’ hit me, ok?” 

Y/N’s gaze narrowed as she stared up at Baze, already knowing where this conversation was about to head. “I don’t wanna hear it, Basil.” She held up a hand. “He made his bed a long time ago, he can fuckin’ lay in it.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Baze held up his hands as he shook his head, not wanting to start an argument. “I agree with you a hundred and ten percent. We all do, Y/N, but you have to understand something--”

“I don’t have to understand shit!” Y/N snapped before she took another puff from the joint she now held. She wanted nothing more than to walk away, yet for some reason, she felt compelled to hear what else Baze had to say.

“You’re right, you don’t.” Baze shrugged. “But Rook’s not the same person he was back then...None of us are; Not even you, Y/N. We were a bunch of stupid kids, despite the fact we were all fucking adults. And I can assure you, that not a day has gone by since then, where that kid hasn’t beat himself up over what happened. I’m not saying you have to forgive him, Cash...But at least let the guy have peace of mind enough to forgive himself.”

“Unlikely.” Y/N scoffed through the exhale of smoke she had been holding in, having finally heard enough as she moved to step around Baze. Pausing only to pass the joint she held back to him before she headed for the back door. “Thanks for the hit though.” 

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again’ 

Y/N all but stumbled through the backdoor as that last hit from Baze’s joint hit her a lot sooner than she had anticipated it would --her tolerance wasn’t shit anymore-- and she suddenly felt like she should probably sit her ass down somewhere before she tipped the fuck over. Making sure that she paid extra close attention to where her feet were going as she made her way over to the edge of the pool and took a seat. Dipping her feet into the water immediately, having ditched her converse hours ago while dancing with Casie; Blissfully unaware of Rook’s presence as she kicked her feet back and forth gently, watching the ripples the movement created on the surface of the water. Rook watching her quietly, remembering how they used to sit and do that together at the hotels on tour. The memory caused the ache inside of his chest to worsen as he tried washing the feelings away with a sip from his drink as he hung his head in his free hand. 

The distinct ‘clink’ of ice against glass alerted Y/N that she wasn’t alone, as she tensed up. Turning slowly to glance over her shoulder, only to find Rook sitting no more than a few feet away. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she turned back to stare at the water. Her first instinct to get up and leave, and she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in her system, but she didn’t have it in her to move. She had been running away all night, whenever he would enter a room, Y/N was gone the second he’d notice her. It was tiresome. And truth be told, no matter how much she still wanted to hate him right now, her heart simply wouldn’t let her...And she hated that even more.

She hated the fact that she had never stopped loving him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it and move on with her life, or how many times she had swore up and down to herself that she could never even possibly think about forgiving him...It just simply wasn’t possible. Not too say that it didn’t still hurt after all these years, or that it didn’t mean she wasn’t still angry. Because she was angry, and with every passing second that she thought about it, that anger rose to the surface, bit by bit, until it was too much for her to handle anymore. Y/N pushing herself up to her feet, trying her hardest to maintain her composure as she swayed slightly from the head rush of being inebriated. Her conscious all but screaming at her to keep her mouth shut and not start shit, but it was already too late as the words came pouring out of her mouth like word vomit.

“So that’s it then?” She hiccuped slightly as she stalked over to stand in front of Rook, her arms crossed tightly across her chest in an attempt to make herself appear angrier than really was. “Five fucking years, and all I get is a bunch of stolen glances and some forlorn fucking pouting? You’re not even gonna try--” 

“Cash, please don’t...” Rook spoke softly as he tried to defuse the situation. 

“Don’t you fucking DARE ‘Cash’ me, JP Cappelletty!” Y/N snapped. “Five fucking years! Five.Fucking.Years, JP, and you never even once tried to reach out, never tried to apologize! You just -- You just let me fucking leave with no more than a shitty ass excuse as to why I caught you sucking face with some random fucking half naked slut--”

“What the hell do you want me to say, Y/N?!” Rook’s head snapped up as he made eye contact and stood. His gaze boring straight into her own as he continued, his voice steadily growing heated, but he never raised it to the point of yelling. Not even once. “You want me to fucking apologize? When you and I both know that sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking fix what I let happen?! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry I fucked up so bad! I’m sorry I was a stupid fucking kid who got so wrapped up in all of this,” He paused to gesture around them. “That I didn’t stop to think it would even fucking matter. That there wouldn’t be any fucking consequences to my actions? I fucked up, Y/N, I know that, and I have to live with it every goddamn day! Sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking cut it, but if that’s what you want to hear, then I’m fucking sorry!”

Y/N remained quiet, her arms falling away to her sides as she watched Rook turn away from her. His hands scrubbed over his face and into his hair out of frustration as he tried to reign in every last shred of emotion that was threatening to pour out. “I’m sorry that I lost you...I’m sorry for that everyday that I wake up and remember that you’re not a part of my life anymore.”

“JP, don’t--” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper now, Rook’s  back still to her as she spoke, but her words went unnoticed as he continued. Tipping his head back as he looked up at the night sky as the words continued to pour forth from whatever depths of his soul they had long been hidden away in.  

“I wish that I could take it back, Y/N, I really do, but I fucking can’t. I’m sorry, and I’m sorry that ‘I’m sorry’ is never gonna be good enough to fix it...But I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” Rook sighed as he bowed his head in defeat. The silence between them was heavy, even if only for a moment before it was interrupted by the broken sob that fell from Y/N’s lips, the sound catching Rook’s attention immediately as he turned, watching as her hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound of her own body betraying her, as another sob followed close behind; Tears streaming down her face as her body shook. 

“Y/N--” Rook was hesitant as he took a step forward and reached out, almost afraid that if he moved too quickly she might run; Or at the very least try and take a swing at him. Not that he didn’t deserve it. But as his outstretched fingers made contact with Y/N’s skin, it was all he could do to stay standing as she all but collapsed into his arms. Her face buried against his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. “Hey, shh. It’s ok...I-I got you.” Rook murmured against her hair softly as he held her. Doing everything he could to blink back the tears that formed in his own eyes as every last ounce of pain and regret that flowed through her flowed through him as she cried.

“I-I’m s-sorry...” Y/N sobbed against Rook’s chest, causing him to glance down at her with a confused expression, as he was unsure why she felt the need to apologize, least of all to him. But before he could think to speak up and ask, Y/N continued. “I’m s-sorry that I’ve been a c-cold hearted, i-insufferable bitch! I’m sorry f-for how I’ve treated you. And not j-just in the past, b-but tonight to. I-I’m sorry for trying t-to force myself to h-hate you for the past f-five years--” Y/N paused, pulling away slightly as she tried to wipe away the tears that blurred her vision as she looked up at Rook. “I’m s-sorry that I never stopped loving you...But I’m not sorry for that as much as I try and hate you, that I’m still hopelessly in love with your dumbass!” 

Rook was left looking like a slack jawed fish as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words while simultaneously questioning if he had even heard her correctly to begin with. That she was in fact still in love with him. Reassurance came in the form of her lips crashing into his before he could say anything at all that might possibly ruin the moment, and for that, among other things, he was incredibly grateful for, as he moved his hands to gently caress her face. Her own hands drifted up his chest to find their way around his neck, one settling in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, as he deepened the kiss. 

That familiar spark of electricity igniting between them once more, just as it had with the very kiss they had shared all those years ago. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to break away, but eventually, they had to come up for air, Rook pressing his lips against Y/N forehead gently as he pulled her closer, and made a promise. Afraid that if he let her go now, if he didn’t speak his truth, that he’d wake up from some sick dream and none of this will have been real.

“I swear to you, Y/F/N, I swear to you on my own goddamn life, that if you ever give you me another chance, even though I know I’ve done nothing to deserve it, I promise you that I will spend everyday making it up to you; Even if it’s the last thing I ever fucking do.” Rook’s voice trembled with emotion as he tilted Y/N’s chin so that she was looking up at him. “I love you, Cash. I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you for the rest of eternity; Even if you won’t have me. You will always be my girl, and I will do everything in my power to never let you down like that again. Not ever.”

Y/N pressed her lips back to Rook’s, not knowing how else to reply at that exact moment. Knowing this wasn’t something that could be as easily fixed as they both wanted it to be...But at least for tonight, they could pretend. Knowing that come morning, when they were both sober, this conversation would be a lot harder as they worked on figuring out how to try and make this work again. Rook’s lips were eager against her own in response as his hands drifted down her waist, stopping only when they reached the back of her thighs and he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Get a room!” Colson hollarded with a chuckle from the back door as the rest of the guys joined in with cheers and whistles, the pair now fully away that they had an audience. Both reaching a hand out to flip them all the bird. Too wrapped up in the moment to be bothered to care. “I love you.” Rook panted out when they finally did manage to break apart sometime later. The love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed up at Y/N, was almost too much for her to handle as she placed her hands against his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his own.

“I love you too, JP.” She whispered, keeping the last part to herself. ‘More than you could ever know.’

~

‘Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left 

I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down (let you down) I've been clumsy with your heart again 

 Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash’

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[ginnympotter]

uhm this is kind of a vague prompt but harry and ginny going on a date in the muggle world doing the things he always wanted to do as a kid but wasn't allowed? x

LOVE ITTT. OK anyone who actually lives in London reading this, I apologize. I know nothing and admit to this. Also this ended up much longer than intended I’m sorry lol. Hope you like it!

“Ginny, I already told you-”

She groaned, closing the front door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place behind them. “And I’ve already told you that I don’t give a damn.” She took the invisibility cloak from the crook of his arm and threw it over them. “Now, I’m going to need you to apparate us so please concentrate and stop being a humble git.”

Harry sighed, recognizing defeat. “Where to, then?”

“Westminster Bridge Road,” she informed him.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Muggle London? What for?”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed on to his hand. “If you would exert some patience, please, you will find out shortly.”

He conceded, securing her hand in his. “Hold tight.”

He spun on the spot, and Ginny felt herself being squeezed into nothing, suffocating, and then suddenly her feet landed firmly on pavement, the rush of traffic ringing in her ears. Her hand still firmly locked in Harry’s, she dragged them into an ally and took off the cloak, handing it back to its owner. “Put it in your pocket.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, doing just so. They both put their wands in their pockets as well, and then Ginny dragged them back to the sidewalk. 

People walked around them in haste, and Ginny looked at the street signs on both sides of them. “This way,” she determined, tugging Harry’s hand and navigating them to the right. Ginny strode down the street excitedly, Harry by her side, chuckling. 

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing now?”

She chanced a glance at him, and his face held both suspicion and amusement. “Listen,” she began. “I know you don’t care much about making a deal of your birthday, but you should. I mean, need I remind you, it was only about 3 months ago that you almost died.”

“I remember,” he mumbled.

“And so the fact that you made it to 18 is something to be celebrated! And I wanted to do something special, since all I gave you last year for your birthday was an interrupted snog and an overbearing brother,” she smiled. 

He laughed at that, squeezing her hand. “Fair enough.”

“But I knew going out in any Wizarding areas would be too stressful. We don’t need anyone hounding you, and I suppose we could’ve taken Polyjuice Potion but I’d prefer to see your handsome face.”

“Not sick of it yet?”

“Never.” She stopped abruptly, pulled him to her, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Then remembered herself and kept them moving as to not cause any further pedestrian traffic. Harry had a lopsided smirk on his face as she resumed to steer them towards their destination. “Anyway,” she continued, “we should be pretty safe here. It’s crowded and not many wizards come roaming about Muggle London, except my dad, maybe.”

“I hope you’re right, but I wouldn’t underestimate Rita Skeeter’s determination.”

“Good thing I’m not afraid of beetles,” she quipped back, shooting him a smile. “So now that you’re of age in both the Wizarding and Muggle world, I thought we’d exercise those freedoms in the most optimal way possible- aha!” She spotted the place and made a sharp turn down the block, Harry still holding her hand but tailing her, and stopped short at the entrance. “Ta-da!” 

Harry took a moment to catch his breath, then looked up at the sign above the door. Namco Funscape.

“No...way...” Harry gaped breathlessly. “No way.”

Ginny felt triumph beating in her chest. “Last month, you told me about all the things your aunt and uncle would take Dudley to do, or allow him to do at the house, all of which you were deprived...and I wanted to make that up to you and take you myself. But as an adult, it’s all up to you what we do. And you can even have a Muggle drink now that you got an ID last week.”

Harry continued to stare at the building front, then turned his shocked expression to Ginny, which quickly melted into the kind of warm smile that left Ginny immobile, like the one he had given her when they first exchanged ‘I love you’s, or when they played one-on-one Quidditch two weeks ago and she caught the Snitch right under his nose. He let go of her hand and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her, fitting her snugly into his chest. She closed her eyes, content to just stay like that for the rest of the day if he wanted. But she was a good gift-giver, and she knew how eager he was to go in. “I will always be grateful for gifted snogs, interrupted or otherwise, but this is...really...” He released her from his grip and kissed her once hard, the second time more softly. “You’re the best. The best.”

“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I,” she joked, the look on his face making her heart flutter even more rapidly. 

“You are,” he confirmed, his smile widening. “Now c’mon, let me introduce you to all the fun Muggle activities I wish I could do as a kid that you will surely kick my arse in.”

She could hardly contain her own excitement seeing Harry display his own so openly, swinging the door open and striding through into the massive arcade and entertainment center. Harry explained to her the concept of tokens, and before he could pay for them to have any Ginny took out the stash of Muggle money she brought. She handed the clerk the bills before Harry could get a full objection out. ��Ginny, let me-”

“It’s your birthday,” she stated simply. “Stop. Let me take care of it. You can waste all the money you’d like to pamper me in eleven days.”

“Fine,” he replied resentfully but seemed to get over it quick enough as the clerk handed him the cup of tokens. He took her through the rows of video games, and it was some of the most fun she ever had, having Harry teach her how to play and, as predicted, quickly dominating him in almost every game he taught her. The only one Harry continued to beat her in (though only marginally) was Pacman, but she demolished him in Skee-Ball on the first round, and the four others that followed. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he snorted, trying and failing to hide the gleam in his eye he’d get when turned on by Ginny’s unexpected prowess as she successfully sunk her final ball into the top goal. “Bloody Chasers.”

“How could you forget, when my Quidditch Captain badge arrived just yesterday?” she beamed at him, bending down to collect her plethora of tickets. 

“You’re a usurper, is what you are,” Harry shook his head.

Ginny gasped dramatically as she pulled the last of her tickets up and shoved them into Harry’s hand. “Not usurper, rightful successor!” Harry laughed as he took the tickets and put them in their bucket. “You know, jealousy doesn’t look so good on you.”

Harry pulled her toward him and put both hands on her cheeks. “I’m only jealous of everyone who’s going to be there to watch you shine.”

Ginny felt her heart sink slightly. She knew it was a difficult decision for Harry to forgo the rest of his education, to not return to the Quidditch team for one final season, and most of all, to spend the better part of ten months apart from her after finally getting back together. But they both knew it was what made the most sense, and that they would be okay. He offered her a small smile before leaning in to kiss her. 

She sighed, his lips gone too quick. He chuckled, throwing an arm around her and leading them to another area of the arcade. They tried the jackpot machine game multiple times, and on the sixth attempt, Ginny hit the jackpot, which was 550 tickets. Harry and Ginny decided they had enough accumulated to go claim a prize, and Harry convinced Ginny to get something called a skateboard, which she was able to pick up rather quickly before they were reprimanded for riding it inside. Then Harry taught her ping-pong, which took her a bit longer to pick up, but by the end of it won two matches. All the playing left them famished, and so they went to the bar and got pizza, and Ginny convinced him to try Muggle beer. He eyed it skeptically, took a sip, swallowed, and made a face of disgust.

Ginny laughed heartily. “That bad?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, pushing it away. “I can’t believe anyone would drink this when butterbeer tastes so much better.”

She tugged at his collar and pulled his face close to hers. “Let me have a taste.”

“You’re not of age,” he said, looking at her curiously.

“Not that way,” she informed him, the suggestive grin forming on his lips stunted by Ginny’s crushing against them, prodding his mouth open, sweeping her tongue over his. She pulled away briefly, told him, “I can bear it,” then continued to kiss him.

She only got to have her fun for about thirty seconds, however, as they were interrupted by a loud and recognizable “Oi! You’re in public!”

They broke apart, and Ginny could see the blush spreading across Harry’s cheeks. “I thought interrupted snogs and overbearing brothers were gifts of the past,” he whispered quickly.

“I thought you were grateful for them, anyway?”

“The snog bit, yeah-”

Hermione’s voice cut in. “Sorry,” she winced, then glared at Ron. “Somebody still needs to learn manners.”

“Yeah, them!” he retorted, gesturing towards his sister and best friend. 

Hermione rolled her eyes, then walked forward to hug Harry. “Happy birthday, Harry! We didn’t mean to interrupt-”

“It’s okay, Hermione,” Harry told her as she let go. “I didn’t know you two were coming!”

“I meant to mention it,” said Ginny. “But I lost track of time. I wanted to try that bowling thing, and I thought it’d be fun to have them join us for a bit before we head back home for dinner with everyone.”

“We’re bowling?” Harry shouted in excitement. “Oh, man is this going to be fun. I’ve always wanted to bowl. I got to watch Dudley once but wasn’t allowed to play.”

Ron threw his arm around Hermione, pulling her to his side. “Alright, Hermione, we’re ready to learn.”

After three matches, the first as individuals (Harry just winning, all scores rather close), the second as boys versus girls (girls demolishing), and the third as a couple match-up (Harry and Ginny victorious), their arms were sore and they were ready to apparate back to Ottery St. Catchpole for Harry’s birthday. 

Ginny’s mother made an elaborate dinner and cake that, seeing Fred’s empty seat, Ginny could tell he did not quite feel he deserved but expressed his gratitude all the same. Most everyone he loved was there, including little Teddy, whose hair and eyes matched Harry’s throughout most of the meal, which made Ginny’s heart swell. As her mother insisted Harry stay the night, she helped him bring up all his presents to Ron’s room before turning in for the night herself, although not before making sure Ginny was in her own room with Hermione. And although Ron still could not hold back his disgust, he knew there was something to be gained for himself in having Harry and Hermione swap places once they were sure it was safe. Hermione quietly left, and a minute later, there was a light rap of knuckles against her door.

She flicked her wand and the door opened. Harry, his face lit in his own wand light, wearing his pajamas, stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him, clicking the lock. He walked over to Ginny’s bed, whispered ‘Nox,’ put his wand and glasses on her bedside table, and crawled into her small bed. 

“Hello,” he whispered, and she could see his smile in the dark as she pulled him closer to her. 

“Mm,” she sighed happily, intertwining her legs with his, firmly planting her face in the crook of his neck. “Good birthday?”

He wrapped his arms around her. “The best, I think. Today was...” he paused, and Ginny knew he struggled to verbalize his feelings sometimes, so when he uttered out a loving, “thank you,” and kissed the top of her head, she knew he was happy, and so her goal was achieved.

“So it surpasses last year’s gift, then?” she asked playfully.

“Well, I did receive the same gift this year too, earlier before bowling, didn’t I?”

“I suppose.”

Harry readjusted them and put a hand on her face, causing her to look up at him. “And as incredible as today was, I was hoping for that present in an uninterrupted format if you’d be so willing.”

Ginny laughed, melting at his touch, feeling pierced by the sparkle in his eyes, made brighter by the contrast of the dark. “How could I deny you such a gift?”

Harry grinned widely as Ginny drew her face closer to his. Their lips impossibly close, she whispered against his, “Happy birthday, Harry.”

[2ya2yao]

The Locker - Heechul (s)

Summary: Heechul is one of your most difficult students, he can be quite a sharp tongue and an idiot, but one night that bothersome feeling can turn into something else.

Pairing: Heechul!student x professor!fem reader AU.

Word count: 2009.

Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), language and dirty shit as always.

I also support very much his relationship, this is pure fiction, written just for fun. Please don't take it seriously just like all of my fics lol.

The Struggle Masterlist | General masterlist

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"I think that's it for today," you spoke, walking between the desks of your students. The classroom was in complete silence as you carried the book in your hands, not really paying attention to it. "Do you have any questions?"

Your gaze traveled to check on the students, some of them looked really lost and it concerned you a little bit inside. However, you felt tired due to work. Sighing after a few seconds, you had no other choice but to let them go since no one raised their hand.

"Alright then, class is over now."

They settled their things and packed up everything on their bags. Quickly, all of them stood up and left the place, just your figure remained in the empty room. Closing the book with a loud sound, you walked over to your desk to check the classroom making sure that no one forgot something.

However, when you made it to the first row, there was this pile of papers on the wooden surface. You knew who sat in here, it was this goofy, arrogant boy. Heechul. The mere though of his name made you shiver and gave you a slight headache at the same time.

He was, by far, the most irritating student you had in your career. He would sit down in front of you, not to pay attention or listen to what you have to say, no. He did it to bother you. He was very popular among everyone, his loud laughter and his stupid remarks in the middle of class were also common from him.

Not only with you, but with a lot of professors on the faculty. You were the only one that hadn't threat directly that issue with him, you ignored him all the time, and for sure it was tired, however you knew he wanted and needed attention. So you decided not to give him the benefit, unlike other people.

Coming back to your present, you took the papers in your hand. It was an essay for another subject, and even if you didn't like him, you found yourself leaving the classroom and walked around in direction of the lockers just to give his homework back.

It was late and almost all students left the place to go back to their rooms, some of them still looked for stuff on their lockers or chatting while walking down the halls. At this moment you hated yourself, because you were sure you knew where his locker was located.

You made your way near the meeting room, you saw Heechul there sometimes before going inside the room with your coworkers and professors. His figure was on on the empty hallway, his face covered by the metallic door, his blonde dyed hair unmistakable.

"Heechul, you left this in my classroom."

After hearing his name, the student turned his head, just to hit himself with the door.

"What? I'm sorry- I'm looking for something," he stuttered, closing it. Suppressing a laugh, you looked away from him. He wasn't that brave now, wasn't he.

"This?" you handed him the essay. He was kind of shocked.

"Yes, thank you," he mumbled. He eyed the paper in his hands.

"You don't seem rude at this time of the day, do you?" you remarked. After all he just embarrassed himself in front of you, with no audience to watch or someone else to relay on his mean jokes.

"I get tired sometimes," he said in a low voice, placing his work inside the locker.

"How could you be tired? You don't do anything," you leaned yourself on the locker beside his.

Heechul closed his locker, and his gaze was on yours, but not for too much. Now your arms were crossed, giving him an unconscious view of your cleavage trough your blouse.

"Are you stressed?" you inquired, his eyes moved to his feet and his cheeks blushed a little.

Straightening yourself you cleared your throat, you felt his gaze before. You thought he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"It's almost my last year, and I now I've been everything but a perfect student, but I really want to graduate with a good score," Heechul confessed.

"You can still do it though, just change your attitude and you'll see how things come well."

He let out a slight chuckle. Damn, that fucking laugh of his.

"It's not easy, you know. When you have your friends here, I want to do something to not die of boredom like eighty percent of the time," he said with a grin.

Blinking a couple of times, you sighed. "Well, then I can't help with that. I think you're not understanding."

"I believe you and me don't work with the same philosophy," Heechul replied, now he had his arms crossed on his chest, looking like he had authority over you.

"I'm not obligated to discuss that since you're not going to accept my advise, and I think is stupid," you snapped.

"Well I think you're attractive," Heechul casually said, shrugging.

"What?"

"Now you're deaf?" he teased. His grin appeared once again.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you thought you could have a serious conversation with this fool, now you were done.

"You know what, stop that," upset, you turned around to leave, but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

"No, no, I'm sorry," quickly he stepped in front of you. Apologizing two times now was a record.

"You're fucking asshole, move."

"No, listen I'm sorry-"

"I don't fucking care you're my student, move or I'll move you," you fumed.

The blonde haired stood there, he gulped. He never saw you this upset and swearing at him, at no one. He was surprised. But it was more surprising when he just closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips against yours.

You let out a short gasp, his hand found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, which you gladly accepted. You didn't know why you followed him, but he was a great kisser. His tongue explored your mouth, and the kiss was heating up quickly.

You broke up the kiss and guided him to the meeting room. It was open, you locked the door behind your back and rapidly Heechul found his way back to your lips, devouring them with fervor, pressing your body against the door. His large hands roamed over your figure, unbuttoning your blouse.

A moan came from your lips when his mouth went down on your neck and your collarbone, to stop at the top of your breasts. You left your blouse somewhere on the place, and he helped you to take off your bra as well.

"I've been stressed, you're right," he panted, going back to lick and suck on your neck slowly. "I hope you can help me out."

You chuckled. "I'm half naked, don't expect me to stop right here."

"Good."

His mouth then moved to play with your breasts, squeezing them with his hand, his tongue making you moan and shiver against his touch. Slowly he knelt down in front of you, creating a trace with his tongue and hands against your body until he reached the hem of your dressing pants, taking them off along with your panties and shoes.

You were exposed to him now, his big eyes looked at you, his breath against your crotch. He teased you, licking on your thighs until he reached your heated core. His mouth devoured you, you could feel his tongue brushing your clit from time to time and all you could do was moan and stand against the door.

Your legs spreaded more for him, and your hand reached his long, soft hair. Moans and curse words were filling the room, and every time he moaned along you could swear you got even wetter just by hearing those sweetie sounds coming from him. His fingers caressed your slit carefully, pulling his mouth away from you.

Heechul looked back to you, he loved the sight of his teacher with eyes shut, panting and moaning because of him. Your hand loosened from his hair and you whimpered when he slided two slim fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a quick pace. His gaze never left you, and a grin crossed his features every time you clenched your walls against his flesh.

"Fuck," you moaned with eyes closed. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, come for me," he praised in a low voice. "You look so beautiful like this."

His voice was the last thing to bring you to the edge, releasing yourself around his fingers. He pulled them out and happily licked your juices, humming at the taste. Heechul stood up and took you over the only couch on the place, placing you on his lap. You felt his hard dick against your bare ass.

You helped him to get out of his clothes, his shirt was thrown on the floor and he took off his pants and underwear. When he was done, he took your hips and made you straddle him on the couch. You whimpered when his tip brushed over your core, your hands running on his shoulders and pale chest, until they reached his dick. You stroke him a couple of times before aligning yourself on him.

He groaned at the sensation of filling you up. Slowly you took him all inside until your ass hit his skin. Your eyes closed, you still felt a little sensitive after your first orgasm, but it felt so good. Heechul's hands on your hips guided you to move up and down on top of him. He breathed against your earlobe, moaning and groaning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and you rode him faster. One of his hands moved to your bouncing breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, your breath and moans hitting his skin when you hid your head on the crook of his neck. You could feel your skin getting sticky and sweaty along with his.

Heechul suddenly thrusted his hips, getting a whimper from you. His movements now made himself deeper inside you, occasionally hitting your sweet spot when your hips met his everytime you went down on him. The grip on your skin was harder, and you clinged into him, your nails marking him for sure.

His fingers traveled down your core and rubbed your clit. You moaned against his skin and felt that known sensation building up on your stomach. He increased the rythm of his thrusts, you gasped out loud as he started to poud into you senseless. A long string of curses and moans left his lips.

Your walls clenched around him and you came for the second time, moaning his name and clinging into him. Heechul's thrusts became erratic and pulled out from you quickly, he gave quick strokes to his lenght and finally released himself on your stomach with a loud groan.

Both of you stayed silent on the room, panting and coming down from your highs. After some minutes you moved off from him and sat down by his side on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, you felt a little guilty. He was your student and this wasn't right, but it felt so good. And being honest, you wouldn't want it to end.

The fabric running in your skin surprised you, Heechul was helping you to clean his mess and soon when he was done, the piece made it to the trash can. You stood up to look for your clothes.

"I'm not going to say anything," he said, getting dressed. You gazed at him putting your underwear on. "If that's what you think."

You stayed silent and he walked towards you with just his pants on. Heechul tried to study your features.

"Did you not like it?"

"Of course I did," you gave him a weak smile. He was standing so close to you, his big beautiful eyes looking at you and pecked your lips.

"Then it'll be our little, dirty secret."

[embeanwrites]

Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 19

Masterlist

There had been a pit of nervous energy in my stomach since I had woken up this morning, my first day of class. I was on autopilot as I got ready, I was stuck in my head worrying about how class would go. While brushing my teeth, spit had dripped down my chin all over the black shirt I was going to wear. It took five minutes for me to find my purse, which was just sitting on the edge of the couch. 

By the time I got to my office, I had bitten down all my fingernails and was worrying at the skin around them. I skipped lunch, half because of my stomach and half because I just spaced it. I had been writing some emails, having sent out my syllabus the night before I couldn’t really edit that anymore. 

With an hour left till class and nothing to do, I just paced around my office, writing a little script for myself for how I would start class and introduce myself, muttering the words under my breath. I knew in my head that I was prepared, that there was a very good chance that class would be fine, but it felt like I was forgetting something important.

The past week or so Gavin and I had hung out a decent amount. We spent the first two days of his suspension playing with his cats, going out and getting food, and watching movies. I got him to watch Into the Spider-Verse and he made me watch Robocop in retaliation. Though we didn’t really pay attention to the movies, too busy cuddling and making out. It was easy being with him, but I didn’t know how to make the next move, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable like I had the night of the fight with my dad. So I resolved to let him take it there, but he never did. Since his suspension ended, we’ve avoided meeting at the DPD since I’m not ready to talk to my dad. Gavin hasn’t mentioned anything about him or Connor. I hadn’t heard from Connor either. I’ve talked to Tina a bit. When I told her Gavin and I were dating, she flipped out. Even though Gavin was already invited to the wedding she keeps insisting I should ask him to be my “plus one”.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by three short knocks on my office door. I stopped pacing and looked up, it was Nines.

“Nines! How have you been?” He walked in slowly, staying close to the door.

“I have been well. Chris and I wrapped up the android black-market case.” I nodded. “I have come to ask you a favor.”

“Of course, what’s up?” I sat on my desk and waited for him to continue.

“I believe Lieutenant Anderson has been under extra stress since your fight and Connor is worried it may be affecting his health and work performance.” Nines paused. “Connor wanted me to ask you if you’d stop by tonight to talk with both of them.”

“Why isn’t he asking me?”

“He was unable to get away from the Lieutenant without raising suspicion.”

“Why didn’t he text or call?”

“We both found you would be more likely to comply if one of us talked to you in person instead of over the phone.” I groaned and started rubbing my temples.

“Does Gavin know about this?” He nodded. “Okay, what time?”

“Connor and the Lieutenant should arrive home around 6 tonight. I should be returning to the DPD.”

“Alright, Nines. Thanks for stopping by.” He walked out of my office and I sighed again. Great now not only was I anxious for my class, but now I had the possibility of a fight to worry about. I got my phone out of my skirt pocket, which just this morning Gavin had made fun of me for texting him about how great this skirt was. Looking at my phone I saw I had new texts from Tina and Gavin.

 Good luck today!!!! I love you!!!!

 Love you too, T! Lock up some bad guys today!

  good luck pipsqueak teach them assholes some stuff

 Thanks, Gav! Although I doubt all of them are assholes…

 …babe its detroit

 I laughed and put my phone away, grabbed my bag, and headed to the lecture hall. Since I was going to class early, I took the long way around campus. Admiring how full it was compared to this summer. It felt nice. I’ve always loved being on college campuses, they feel more alive than anywhere else.

My class was located in the General Lectures building on the first floor. I checked my phone, I had about 20 minutes before the class right before ours would be out of the classroom. I stood nervously by the door. There were a few students sitting on the ground on their phones. I decided to text Gavin.

 I’m 20 minutes early

 lol y

 I got too nervous! Nines stopped by and threw off my rhythm

 ur rhythm of pacing???

 Go call someone else out lol. Did you know about Nines asking me to go to my dad’s tonight?

 yea

 I don’t want to go.

 but u told him yes

 I’m going, it doesn’t mean I want too.

 i guess

hey almost a crime scene text me after ur class

 Will do, be safe

 I shoved my phone back in my pocket and took my backpack off, kneeling down I started double checking I had everything.

“Flash drive, class list, pen, hard copy of syllabus.” I mumbled. Students were starting to exit the classroom. I peered through the door and saw the professor was logging off the computer. She was taller than me, with tan skin, long brown hair, and she was wearing a nice summer dress. I walked in and over to the podium and front desk and smiled at the other professor.

“I’m Dr. (L/n), it’s nice to meet you!”

“I’m Dr. Morrison.” She smiled and we shook hands.

“What class are you teaching?”

“Classical literature. You’re the new sociology professor, right?”

“That’s me!” I laughed nervously. “I actually have a minor in classical studies, those were some of my favorite classes in undergrad.” She smiled.

“I’m glad someone else sees the importance.” She continued packing up. “You can go ahead and log in if you want.” I nodded and started getting ready. Most of her students had left and a few students filed in, most sitting in the back. The classroom was tiered, which I hated. It was nice to be able to see everyone’s faces, but these types of classrooms always made me feel so small. “Well, I’ll see you Thursday, good luck!”

“Thank you! See you Thursday!” I turned on the projector, got my slides up, and tested the remote. I looked over at my class list, I was expecting about 50 students and so far there were about 35. Which isn’t bad considering class didn’t start for another ten minutes. I looked around the front of the classroom. I had a podium and a small table at the front of the classroom. I walked over and moved the table, so I’d be able to sit on it and still see the projector screen. I walked back to the podium and got out my phone and hid it behind the desktop. I made sure my phone wouldn’t go off while I was teaching, and I did a last-minute check for text messages. I smiled.

 Good luck, you’re going to be amazing!

 Thank you, Connor.

 I checked the time and took a deep breath and walked out from behind the podium.

“Hi everyone, I’m Dr. (L/n) and welcome to SOC 345: Human and Android relationships. First day agenda,” I clicked the remote to get the slide show going and sat on the table. “I’m going to tell you guys a little about me, our goal for the semester, and what you can expect from this course. We do have the classroom for an hour and fifteen minutes, but I highly doubt we will need all of that time.

“As I said I’m Dr. (L/n). I’m new to WSU. I received my doctorate at (dream/school). A little about me…I really like cats and I was born in Detroit. I enjoy old movies and I’ll probably try to weave some into the class. I’ve been studying android and human relationships before deviancy was known about and I’ve spent most of my life dedicated to this subject. I was recruited by WSU to write an extensive report about the android revolution.

“I’m aware many of you were in Detroit during the revolution and I know you may have some feelings towards what happened whether it be negative or positive. I want you to all know that I firmly believe androids are alive and deserve to be equal to humans. My classroom will be run on that basis. This isn’t a class to debate that, but rather a chance to use a sociological lens to see what led to the revolution, what happened during the revolution, and what the future may hold for both groups.

“This is my first class at WSU, but not my first class I’ve taught. So far in the syllabus I’ve decided that we will have two tests, one in 6 weeks and another in 12. Instead of a final exam we’ll be doing a final project. By project I really want to leave it up to you. You can write a paper, give a presentation, or anything else you want as long as it hits all the points of the rubric. I should have that posted in a couple months.

“Are there any questions about the course I can answer right now?” I looked around. A blonde young man in the front row raised his hand.

“There’s some days on the syllabus that are blank, what does that mean?”

“Those are days I have blocked off for possible speakers to come to the class. Those days will be optional, but if you come and participate you can get up to five points of extra credit on your lowest test for each day. My hope is to have at least two days of guest speakers.” A dark-haired young woman in the back raised her hand and I pointed at her.

“There’s no textbook listed, is that right?”

“Yes! I was a student too and textbook prices are ridiculous. For the most part nearly all the material will come from my lectures, but occasionally there may be a paper you have to read. Those papers will be posted online. Attendance is really important in this class. I have no plans to post my lectures, but if you come to my office, you’re more than welcome to look over the slides.

“Oh! Before I forget there is going to be one assignment, I wanted to tell you guys about it. So, before every class I would like someone to research a topic related to what we’re talking about or something in the news that has to do with androids and humans and bring it for discussion. On Thursday we’ll make the order and talk more about the assignment, but you really just need to read one article and tell the class the issue and then we’ll talk about it.” I looked at the clock. We still had 30 minutes. “Are there any more questions?” No one moved. “Well, I’ll stay here for about 15 minutes if anyone has any other questions, but other than that I’ll see you all on Thursday! Have a great rest of your day!”

The students quickly packed up and started leaving. No one stopped to talk to me, which I get there’s not a lot to talk about. I took out my phone and sent Gavin a text.

 Talked to fast and ended 30 minutes early lol

 He didn’t respond which made sense, since he was definitely still at a crime scene. I looked up and a young woman was nervously shuffling in front of the podium.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi Dr (L/n), I’m Lisa Turner. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know I’m really looking forward to your class.” I beamed at the nervous girl.

“Hi Lisa! I’m glad you’re excited! Please feel free to come to my office hours anytime you want to discuss…well anything! I’ve done a lot of research that we won’t be able to cover in class and I love getting to know my students!” She smiled softly.

“Okay, umm…I’ll see you Thursday.” She quickly ran away. She reminded me a lot of what I was like in undergrad. Nervous, but desperately wanted to learn. I waited another ten minutes and decided to head back to my office to start working on my interview list.

 It was about 5:30 and I was nervously biting my lip. I knew if I wanted to be on time to my dad’s I needed to call a taxi within the next few minutes. I looked at my phone, Gavin hadn’t texted me back yet and I had no other messages. I sighed, put in a request for a taxi, and headed outside.

When I got to my dad’s house his car was already in the parking lot. At least I wouldn’t have to wait outside for them to get here. Sighing, I walked up to the door and knocked. It only took Connor a few seconds to open the door. He gestured for me to come in. I nervously walked in and took off my shoes.

“Where’s dad?” I asked softly. I followed Connor to the couch where he sat down.

“He’s walking Sumo. He should be back shortly.” Connor sighed as I sat down next to him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t kept in touch this past week.”

“You’re fine Connor. Things have been crazy for me too.”

“How did your class go?” He asked.

“I think it well, the first day never really counts because you’re not really teaching anything.” He nodded in agreement. “Connor, are you okay?” I gently put my hand on his shoulder. He gave me a small smile.

“Of course, (Y/n). It’s just been a difficult week at work.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Before I could ask anymore questions my dad and Sumo walked inside. My dad noticed me and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Sumo ran up to me and I started petting him.

“Hi dad.” He walked over and sat in the armchair. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably under Connor’s glare. After a few moments Connor pretended to clear his throat, which made my dad roll his eyes.

“(Y/n), you were right and I’m sorry. I’ve known Gavin for a while, but that doesn’t mean I know how you two will be. I shouldn’t have started that fight.” I nodded gently, keeping my eyes on Sumo.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I was angry, but that doesn’t excuse my words.” Connor shifted next to me.

“Hank, tell her about work.” My dad groaned.

“I’m guessing you’re still seeing Gavin?” I nodded and looked at him. “Gavin’s been…less of an asshole since he got back from his suspension and I’m pretty sure you’re the reason.” I smiled.

“He can be nice when he wants to.” I whispered. “Could the four of us grab dinner sometime? I really want you to give him a real chance.” My dad sighed and Connor gave him a sharp look.

“Dinner sounds fine.” I smiled and stood up.

“Both of you give me a hug right now before I lose my mind!” They laughed and compiled. I missed them both this past week and I didn’t even realize how much until I was in their arms.

[lettersinscarlet]

pre!relationship road trip w the gang and colby realizes he’s in love with you while you and tara are just jamming out 🥺🥺🥺

Jamming out in the car? Literally one of the best things in the world. Especially when you and your friend know the same songs. Honestly I miss that so much and I can’t wait to do that again soon. The person that I was friends with that had my same taste in music doesn’t talk with me much anymore but we used to jam out in the car together all the time. Sorry this got personal you probably weren’t asking for that lol so I’ll go write now.

———

Somehow, Sam had found a car big enough for all of you. You, Tara, Katrina, Sam, Jake, Colby, and Corey were all together on a road trip. Sam and Kat has picked the place, so the rest of you were just along for the ride. Sam and Kat were in the front with Sam driving. Jake, Tara, and you were in the middle row, and Colby and Corey were in the back.

“So, can we get any hints to where we are going?” Tara asked, leaning closer to the front.

“Nope, no hints. It’s going to be a complete surprise,” Sam said. Tara shrugged and leaned back against Jake and he wrapped his arm around her.

“Guys! Let’s play a game!” Corey suggested.

So for a good while, you guys played the license plate game. Then you switched to twenty questions, and then you played rock, paper, scissors.

Eventually, all of you were tired of games, and it didn’t seem like you were even close to your destination. You sighed and leaned back against your seat. You couldn’t see it, but Corey got a devilish glint in his eyes and he proceeded to kick Jake’s seat.

“Dude, stop,” Jake ordered, highly annoyed.

“Stop what? That wasn’t me, that was Colby,” he said, smiling when Colby shot him a look.

“That wasn’t me,” Colby defended.

“I know it was you, Corey,” Jake accused him. Corey just kicked his seat again, and Jake’s eyes flashed in irritation.

“Stop!” he yelled again. Instead of stopping, Corey kicked his seat again. Jake turned around and he punched Corey’s arm, and Corey reached up and hit Jake.

The sounds of hits and slaps filled the car, and Sam looked back at them through the mirror.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Don’t make me turn this car around,” he threatened. You laughed and then suddenly, you heard it.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” you yelled, leaning forward a bit. “Kat, turn it up.”

She complied and your eyes locked with Tara as you heard the opening notes to the song. This began the performance of a lifetime. You were both singing at the top of your lungs, pulling out some epic dance moves. Tara mimed the guitar parts and you did your epic drum solo. You were both laughing as you sang along.

Colby saw you smiling and laughing and just being carefree, and he couldn’t help but smile. You just looked so... happy. It made his heart melt.

Suddenly, he felt an elbow in his side. He looked over and saw Corey with a huge grin on his face. His eyes kept flicking over to you before they went back to Colby. Colby shrugged his shoulders, trying to pretend he didn’t know what Corey was gesturing. So Corey made heart hands before he pointed at you and then at Colby. Colby looked back and forth before his eyes locked on Corey’s and me made a “shush” motion. Corey grinned before he turned around and went back to what he was doing.

Colby leaned back against the seat, tilting his head to look at the roof of the car. He couldn’t help it, he just felt something for you. He had known about it for a little while, but it was that moment. That smile that stole the air from his lungs and stilled his heart for a moment. Was this... love?

“Alright guys. We’re gonna stop for some gas. Everybody get out and stretch your legs. We’re a little less than halfway there,” he announced.

“Where are we going? The other side of the world? It’s been like, twelve hours,” Jake groaned. You laughed and adjusted in your seat.

Sam pulled into a gas station and everybody got out of the car. Corey grabbed Colby and dragged him to where you were.

“(Y/N),” Corey started in a sing-song voice.

“Yes?” you asked, stretching out your arms and looking surprised when something popped. You giggled for a second before you looked up at Colby. He was looking at you and there was a small smile on his face. Then, he snapped back to reality and shook his head out.

“Wait, Corey, no-“

“Colby has feelings for you!” he shouted quickly. He then shoved Colby in your direction before he took of running in the other direction. He tripped and almost fell but he recovered and kept running.

“I’m going to kill you later!” Colby called after him. He slowly turned and had a sheepish look on his face.

“Is there any chance you didn’t hear that?” Colby asked, and you shook your head no. He sighed before he dropped his hands to his sides and he looked at you.

“Look, I didn’t want to make things awkward between us, but I think- no, I know- that I like you. And you don’t have to like me back, but I just- you were just smiling the biggest and prettiest smile I’d ever seen and then when you laughed I-“ he paused, thinking he had freaked you out. “It just confirmed what I already knew, and then Corey saw me and then he did this,” he explained, gesturing to the scene that was happening now. “But I like you, (Y/N), and yeah hope this doesn’t make things awkward with us.” He went to walk off but you gently grabbed his hand.

“That would be awkward, if I didn’t like you back,” he said. You saw his face light up as he turned to look back at you.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really,” you repeated. You got up on your toes and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Then will you please sit with me now? Corey is being unbearable,” he said. You laughed and flashed him another smile.

“I would love to, but you have to ask Tara first. You know I promised to sit with her,” you reminded him.

Quickly, Colby ran over to where Tara was, almost falling over when he stopped.

“Tara, please, can (Y/N) sit next to me?” he asked, breathlessly.

And so, with a lot of convincing and a few deals, Colby convinced Tara to let you sit with him. So when you got in the car, you crawled to the back with Colby and Corey took your original spot. You reached over and held Colby’s hand, leaning back against the seat. It didn’t really matter where you were going anymore, because the best part of your trip already happened.

You were with him.

[spiltscribbles]

211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries  and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way. 

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row  for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit  together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches. 

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided  that the accent is actually a ploy  to make her sound welcoming for her pray  before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one.  All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed. 

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots  to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against  climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a  coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother. 

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s  Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted. 

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell. 

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.” 

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

.-

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously. 

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off.  “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to  come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

.-

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant  eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for  the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches  the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces. 

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

.-

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest. 

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed. 

[gothpanda]

A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 13: Not Getting Rid of Me

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

A/N: I went to HEB yesterday at 7am & I wanted to die. Practice Social Distancing & read my story! Also, the date is my bday lol

WARNINGS: Language. Vince trying to be nice. Sammi getting annoyed

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SEPTEMBER 13TH 1983

The California sun rose slowly rose high, changing the colors of the sunrise pink and orange. An echo of little bird chirps made noise in the morning with the sound cars driving down the street. A scent of coffee filled the downstairs of the condo made by Sammi. In her room, she placed her empty coffee mug on her desk, finishing the last steps of her morning routine. Opening the closet door, the brunette stood in front of a full-length mirror to take a hold on her hair. She parted the locks into equal halves, braiding the sections as fast and pretty as she could. Sammi tied the end of her long black Aerosmith shirt, just above the button of her jean shorts.  

She bent down to the closet floor, grabbing her black messenger bag to toss onto the wooden desk chair. Standing in front, she gathered her pencil bag and textbooks that were scattered on her desk. As she checked off her mental notepad, the distanced sound of a car door shut caught the attention of Sammi’s ears. She glanced out her window for a quick second only to fully look outside with confusion. In the parking lot, Sammi could see Vince wide awake as he walked over to her car right out front. He sat on the black hood, drinking out of a McDonald’s coffee cup with a cigarette between his fingers. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows hard as she swung the bag over her shoulder, sprinting downstairs. She ignored the shout from one of her roommates in the kitchen, heading straight for outside.

Stumbling out the front door, Sammi stomped up to Vince who had a bright smile on his face hiding his eyes behind sunglasses.

“Good morning!” Vince said, holding up his cup of coffee “Want some?”

Sammi crossed her arms, unable to think of words at this exact moment. “No! Why are you at my house?”

“I’m going to take you to school,” Vince said, sipping on his coffee and exchanging for a puff of his cigarette.

“Again, why?” Sammi asked, the space between her eyebrows wrinkling more

“Because I wanted to hang out with you without booze around for once. Or drugs around. And in actual daylight!” Vince said pointing up at the sky above him.

Sammi shook her head, “That doesn’t mean you have to come to school with me at 9 in the morning,”

“Maybe I want to start my college career, have you thought about that? Being a singer may not last long,” Sammi only looked at Vince longer, wanting more than jokes.

“Don’t you need your GED before stepping into college?” Sammi asked, sarcasm being her only language in the morning.

Vince huffed as he takes his sunglasses off, “Alright fine, I just want one day where we hang out and it doesn't end up in shit. Just one normal Sammi day of not partying. Okay?”

Sammi softened her shoulders, uncrossing her arms as she looked at her feet. She pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. “Fine, you can come with me to school. Clearly saying no isn’t going to work on you,” Sammi said, walking to the drivers' side of her car. Vince smiles proudly to himself, hopping off the hood as he jogged to the other side of the Impala, sliding into the passenger seat. Sammi rubbed the middle of her eyebrows, trying to relax in hopes for normalcy.

*

Vince hadn’t stepped a foot into a place of education since his junior year of high school, never thinking he would be exactly on a college campus. California State University was just wide fields of grass and giant buildings spread in between. He could see some seating areas where people were reading so early in the day.  The congested parking lots only made Sammi and Vince get a workout on their legs, aiming for the science building. Vince glanced down Sammi’s butt and legs, seeing how toned they were as she walked a bit ahead of him. He only stayed quiet, following the younger girl.

Stepping foot into the classroom was nothing like Vince thought it would be. A small auditorium had five rows of long tables with ten chairs cascading down to the board where the Professor stood behind a podium, pulling out papers in their briefcase. They began writing down on the giant green chalkboard, hearing the chalk clash. Sammi dropped her bag onto the last table at the very back of the room, sitting down as others piled into the room. The room almost filled up, leaving only a handful of seats out of the 50. Vince slowly sat next to Sammi, seeing her pull out a thick textbook with the words ‘Cell Biology’ in bold white front on the front. Vince looked at the pages Sammi flipped through, raising an eyebrow then looking at the board. Others followed the same steps, getting comfortable in their seats with their supplies out. The blonde rested in his seat, tapping away on the table.

“You can still leave you know,” Sammi whispered to Vince. Vince scuffed and raised an eyebrow, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Sammi only looked ahead from her, seeing the professor stand ready.

“Now last Friday we talked about the most commonly known structures in biology such as fatty acids. To dive in further we know molecules are what becomes more visible for the structures, is that correct?” the Professor asks, stopping their pace to face the class. A quiet unison of yes echoes in the class, just as Vince is barely trying to read what is on the board.

“Well then if you read up to the chapters, let me ask you all this. In the system, there is an arrangement of two molecules one of which has fatty acid chains connected to make the molecule. These form a cell membrane. With this little information, does anyone know what exactly I am describing?” The Professor asked, crossing their arms behind their backs as they scanned the class.

Many students stayed quiet, looking at each other for an answer but not knowing what to say. Vince rested his chin in the palm of his hands, yawning as he saw everyone think. Girls he saw looked his way almost as if they forgot they were in class. He tried his hardest to pay no attention to them, looking at the Professor like a good student.

“Phospholipid bilayer,” Sammi mumbled, chewing on the edge of her pen as she was slouching over the table. She looked at her notes, then at the people below her. Vince wrinkled his nose, hearing Sammi mumble next to him. Switching glances between Sammi and the Professor, Vince raised his hand high in the air quickly gaining the attention fast of the Professor. The Professor tilted their head, confused to see a new face in the class.

“Yes sir, you have the answer?” The Professor asked, squinting their eyes at Vince.

“No, but she does,” Vince said pointing right at Sammi next to him. Sammi whipped her head to Vince, looking at him with wide eyes and a frown. Vince only gave Sammi a smile of encouragement. She looked at the Professor, straightening up in her seat.

“Ms. Bass? Do you have the answer?” The Professor asked.

“You’re describing a phospholipid bilayer,” Sammi said, shaking her leg from under the table as everyone in class turned back to see her talk. Sammi pinched her lips together, averting eye contact with anyone.

“Can you please give the full bases of what I am asking?” The Professor asked again.

“The pho-phospholipid bilayer consists of phosphate and lipid molecules on top of one another that forms the cell membrane,” said Sammi, playing with the end of one of her braids.

“Correct Ms. Bass. Good to see you have a boyfriend who encourages your known smarts,” The Professor said, walking to the board to erase any chalk marks for something new. Sammi’s eyes grew wide as she smiled awkwardly at her classmates looking back at her and Vince. She notices girls give her a certain look, only making her more uncomfortable.

“Also good to see someone read when they are told to,” The professor said with a raised voice. She giggled forcefully, looking at Vince “Yeah, my boyfriend,” she mumbled. Vince smirks at Sammi, leaning back in his chair as he hears the rest of the lecture. Sammi scratched her head, looking down at her notes feeling Vince's eyes.

*

“How the hell do you remember all that shit?” Vince asked Sammi as the two walked out of the building with a herd of students around them. He began grabbing the notebook and textbook from Sammi’s hands, gaining a raised eyebrow from Sammi with a quizzical smirk. “I barely remembered having to go to class when I was in high school,”

Sammi chuckled at Vince as the two walked past the clocktower in the middle of campus. “You just have to read until you forget what you read and then read it again until you remember it,” said Sammi.

Vince shook his head, looking through the scribbled pages of notes that contained organized equations. “Like the hell are these numbers for?” Vince asks, confused even more from spending a few hours in college.

“Calculus. Math still exists after geometry, you know?” Sammi says as the two got closer to the parking lot, seeing her car from a short distance.

“Hate to break it to ya, Sammi but I didn’t take geometry,” Vince said shrugging his shoulders with a tight-lipped smile. Sammi continued to giggle, grabbing the books from Vince in exchange for her car keys. Vince held up the keys in between them, raising an eyebrow to Sammi. “Take me somewhere to eat, Blondie,” Sammi said, walking over to the passenger seat.

“You trust me enough to drive your car?” Vince said, a smirk growing to Sammi. She nodded, leaning against the car.

“As long as you don’t fucking speed like Tommy, then yeah I trust you,” Sammi said, “Now unlock the car!”

Vince flashed a broad grin, unlocking the car for the both of them as Sammi slid into the passenger seat. The two drove away from the campus parking lot, heading straight for the middle of Los Angeles.

*

“When was the last time you got up in the morning for an early day,” Sammi asked, dipped a long french fry into a honey mustard sauce. Vince sipped on his vanilla milkshake, looking out at the pedestrians as he thought for a moment.

“I was going to say last week but we freaking started late,” Vince said, licking his lips, looking at Sammi as he relaxed in his seat. Sammi only shook her head, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. Vince gazed at Sammi, rubbing his palms on his jeans feeling them begin to sweat. Sammi twirled the straw from her soda, feeling Vince’s stare burn on her. It became a habit for the blonde to just look at Sammi while she wasn’t looking, yet having her feel it.

“Have you spoken to Tommy? Because I haven’t at all,” Vince asked, taking a tater tot from his plate in front of him. Sammi took a sip of her soda, straightening up in the seat to think on what to say.

“To me personally, he hasn’t talked to me. But I do know he told my parents he broke up with Roxie. They just reacted like normal,” Sammi said, biting her nails.

“What do you mean they reacted normally?” Vince asked, with scrunched eyebrows.

Sammi shrugged, “I mean we’re all used to Tommy announcing he’s in love with someone then it ending in a matter of minutes. Of course, they don’t know the full freaking story. My parents would probably kill him if they saw what happened,”

Vince nodded slowly, “And Athena?”

Sammi rolled her eyes wide, “Now she was going to kill Tommy. She told me she met Roxie for 5 minutes and didn’t even fucking tell me. She hated Roxie immediately,” Vince held a snicker at Sammi, grabbing another tater tot. “Didn’t tell her about Nikki though,”

“Eh would just make her hate him more than she already does,” Vince said, sipping his milkshake.

Sammi tilted her head at Vince, “You really think she hates him?”

Vince nodded, “Pretty sure all Athena thinks of Nikki is ‘guy who gave his little sister too much coke’,”

“Athena snorts coke too,” Sammi mumbled

Vince shot a look at Sammi, “Entirely different, Sam. Just listen and admit I’m sort of right,” Sammi pouted, taking a fry from her plate.

“I’m just saying Athena can’t get mad at Nikki really,”

“Why are you defending Nikki? I thought you were mad at him?”

“I’m not defending him! Nikki didn’t force me to do coke, I was the one that wanted to do it the times I saw,” Sammi said

Vince shook his head as he looked outside. “Well, then you probably did coke again during the U.S Festival. You act cuddly when you’re high especially to Nikki,” Vince mumbled

Sammi glared at Vince, kicking him in the shin from the under the table having the blonde wince at the slight pain. Vince rubbed his leg, scowling at Sammi with annoyance. The two gave cold stares to one another, not saying a word for a moment.

“And then you wonder why I try to get rid of you,” Sammi said, crossing her arms. Vince smirked at Sammi, sitting up straight in his booth. His eyes gave a bit of sparkle to the younger girl.

“Yet it’s almost 2 in the afternoon and you’re still here with me,” Vince grabbing Sammi’s leg to rest on his lap. Sammi only looked down at her food with a growing smile. “Remember I’m an encouraging boyfriend,”

Sammi rolled her eyes with a giggle, shaking her head as well. “Yeah who knows about my known smarts,”

“Hey, I knew you were smart. I just didn’t think you were extremely smart,” Vince said, lightly gliding his fingers down Sammi’s ankle. A chill went down Sammi’s back from the feather-like touch. Sammi pressed her lips together, taking a look at what was in front of her.

“How did you even know I had school today? I only told my parents my schedule,” Sammi asked, grabbing a tater tot from Vince’s half-empty plate.

“A little birdy named Britney. I called up your place and she answered, she thought it would be easier for me by ambushing you so early in the morning,” said Vince.

Sammi shook her head at the thought of Britney helping Vince. It was sweet in her mind but had the bug of the U.S Festival hit her again. The memory of hearing the muffled moans of her friend and the person she’s known from the age of 13.

“Also I didn’t know you were still kinda shy?” Vince asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not shy, I would rather just not talk at all in class,” Sammi said with a pout, looking at Vince with big eyes. Vince nodded slowly at Sammi, playing with the laces of her shoes.

“So you’re still shy then,” Vince smirked

“Careful what you say, I have my foot pretty close to your dick,” Sammi said, flashing a smirk to the blonde.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” said Vince. The two smiled at each for a moment before Sammi set out her gaze on the passing people.

*

“So what is it going to take for you to go on tour with us in January,” Vince asked Sammi as the two walked down a wide farmers market. Tents left and right, each having different fruits and vegetables to buy. A few other tents had handmade bracelets and necklaces to buy, some to personalize for the person. Sammi looked up for a moment, thinking about the idea of staying with the guys for a long period. Going on tour sounded fun to Sammi, but she couldn’t help to think of the chaos that follows. Everything had a good and a bad outcome with Motley Crue. If something felt good on one side, something became increasingly bad. Sammi could admit that it was her fault in some cases. It was like the angel and the devil whispering in the ear of someone.

“What exactly would I be doing if I was Doc’s assistant?” Sammi asked, undoing the braids in her hair. Her eyes followed the tent of the elderly couple, organizing bouquets.

“Well that I can think of, on the top of my head, you would make sure we got ready for shows on time,” Vince said, running his hand through Sammi’s loose hair.

“So basically I’d be your guy's babysitter?” Sammi side-eyed Vince, only to get a shrug from Vince.

“I mean pretty sure you’d get paid way better to be our babysitter than fold clothes all day,” Vince said, stopping in front of a tent where many bracelets laid out in different colors. Sammi looked down at the display in front of them, her eyes falling on a leather braid bracelet that had the color pink in the mix. Vince took notice at the same bracelet, looking to see Sammi. An older man walked up to the ‘couple’ with a carved wooden cane in his right hand.

“What can I do for you two?” the old man asked, running a hand through his long white beard.

“How much for that pink bracelet?” Vince asked, pointing at the handmade piece of jewelry.

“That sir costs you 5 dollars exactly,” The older man said, holding the bracelet up to Vince. Pulling out his wallet, Vince handed the man a perfect five in exchange for the piece of jewelry. Vince gently took hold of Sammi’s wrist, tying the two ends together.

“Don’t say I never get you anything,” Vince said, playfully pinching one of Sammi’s cheeks as he heard the older man chuckled. Sammi just shook her head and wrapped an arm around Vince’s waist.

“Yeah whatever,” said Sammi, looking fondly down at her wrist.

“You two remind me of me and my wife back in the 60s. Keep that young love going strong. It’ll help down the line,” The older man said, walking away from the front of the tent. He disappeared behind the tent, leaving the ‘couple’ thinking for a moment. Sammi looked at Vince with wide eyes, letting her arm fall off of Vince. Slowly walking away, Sammi heard Vince catching up to her. Vince felt the hesitant urge to swing his arm around Sammi, almost like all the girls he hangs around with. Instead, he only stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket.

“Thanks for the bracelet. I appreciate the random act of kindness,” Sammi said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. Vince scratched the back of his head, looking around at the other tents. Hearing chatter of vendors and customers, passing along their products. The day remained bright and peaceful, something Vince hadn’t felt in a while.

“You’re welcome. Hopefully, it can bribe you into coming on tour with us,” Vince said, raising his eyebrows quickly to Sammi. Sammi only chuckled, aiming towards a picnic bench. The two sat next to each other, arms and legs almost touching.

“Alright, if I was to accept being Doc’s ‘assistant’, what would make it better than quitting my retail job and a semester of school?” Sammi asked, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

“Well, you’d get paid like 8 bucks an hour. Which I know for a fact is way higher than minimum wage! Plus you wouldn’t have to pay for a majority of your stuff. Free plane tickets, free food, almost free booze. You get to bond with your brother a lot more. Maybe bond with me if you like me that day,” Vince said shooting his classic smirk at Sammi. Sammi bit her lips as she thought about just thinking of a bigger paycheck.

“8 bucks an hour sounds way better than $4.50. And if you say most shit is free, I can save that up,” said Sammi pushing her lips out as if she were to give a kiss. Again it felt like a devil and angel on her shoulders telling her what she should do. One telling her to keep being responsible while the other whispering to jump into the deep end. “I’ll think about it more, but I am leaning more towards a yes. I still need to see how much I have to save up for rent if I go,” said Sammi, getting a smile from Vince.

“You got until December to tell Doc, but I like what I am hearing so far,” Vince said, dashing a finger under Sammi’s chin. “And the offer still stands of me being your sugar daddy and helping you out!”

Sammi rolled her eyes, lightly hitting Vince in the arm. “Thank you, but I would rather go into debt than have you as my sugar daddy! You can be a sugar daddy to some mud wrestler when you hit the bank,” Sammi said, running a hand through her hair. Vince bit the nail of his thumb, looking away from Sammi. Her comment wasn’t supposed to hurt, but it did sting a little for Vince. He also knew he couldn’t say anything, for Vince knew he wasn’t a saint. He knew he would see a mud wrestler and draw towards them. The two stayed in comfortable silence, hearing live music playing in the distance of the farmers market. Vince set a gaze onto Sammi, seeing the wind lightly breeze through her hair. He rested his cheek into the palm of his hands, eye wandering around the young girl.

“When I get my riches I’ll still try to take care of you,” Vince said in an almost whisper. Sammi only blinked a few times, looking straight ahead.

“Whatever you say, Vince,”

*  

In a small apartment almost all the way near Pasadena, the Bass sisters laid spread out on Athena's couch as they watched The Exorcist on VHS. Athena slowly took a bite from the red licorice that hung from her mouth. Sammi stuffed popcorn in her mouth, wrinkling her nose at the sight of Regan projectile vomit everywhere. The girls groaned in disgust, covering the TV from their eyesight.

“How the fuck did they make her vomit like that?” Sammi asked, sneering at the movie play in front of her.

“My bet is pea soup mixed with some other shit,” replied Athena. She ate her candy as normal once the scene turned less explicit.

“This movie is way too creepy. I 100% believe they could’ve summoned an actual demon while making this movie,” said Sammi.

“You really believe in that shit?” Athena giggled at Sammi, getting popcorn thrown at her.

“Ask Nikki. Tommy told me he got freaked out by demons not too long ago,”

“No thanks. Never feel like talking to Nikki. Hey speaking of Tommy, have you talked to him?” Athena asked.

Sammi shook her head, throwing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “He hasn’t spoken to Vince either. Only told him what I got from eavesdropping on Mama and Dad at lunch,”

“How did you end up having a day with Vince? I thought you were mad at him for something he did a while ago?” Athena asked, biting off the long licorice rope.

“Britney told him I had a class in the morning. He didn’t really budge on leaving me alone,” Sammi said looking at the TV in disgust from another scary scene. “Tried to get on my good side for everything,”

“And you were mad at him because….?” Athena asks, turning to see Sammi who still watched the movie.

Sammi looked down into the bowl of popcorn in her lap. She wouldn’t always keep things from Athena, having her as a best friend and sister. But from the domino effect of the guys, Sammi wanted to keep some things a secret. Sammi huffed out a breath of frustration, finally meeting Athena’s stare.

“I found him and Amanda having sex at the U.S Festival. I didn’t see it but I heard through the door on their bus,” Sammi said biting her lip, looking away from her sister. Athena jaw dropped, raising her eyebrows high with wide eyes. Athena looked at Sammi then at the floor, exchanging these looks a couple of times.

“That makes so much fucking sense. Holy shit,” Sammi nodded to Athena, staring down at her hands. “How come you haven’t told me? And how have you just been dealing with Amanda this whole time?”

“Because you get angry and want to hurt people really fast. She said Vince didn’t care about me and wanted to fuck her. Better I find out through her than see him with a new ‘girlfriend’,”

Athena gave a frown, wrinkling deep 11’s between her eyebrows. “Sam I’m pretty sure that’s a fucking lie. Especially if you say Vince wants to get on your good side,”

“Yeah because Doc offered me a job to be his assistant for the Ozzy tour. How Vince described it, I’d be like their babysitters and I don’t want that,” Sammi said, sinking into the sofa.

“Honestly that sounds way better than being stuck here,” Athena said, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a cigarette. With a quick light and a huff, Athena blew out the smoke in front of her as she tapped off some ash. “Get to live a little. Not just work all the time like you’re a mom of two kids,”

“I’ve lived before and it’s gotten me in trouble,” Sammi mumbled.

Athena shook her head, “That was different. That was the first time you let loose and made a mistake. Now you know from that mistake, you’ll be able to live without causing trouble. No one is telling you to do coke,”

“I’m just going to give my sisterly advice and tell you, you should go on tour and leave. I rather you be around Nikki than fucking Amanda. Who by the way isn’t your friend? Friends don’t fuck you over like that,” Athena said almost finishing the cigarette. Sammi blinked fast for a moment as she rested her head on the sofa.

“I know you think I like Vince but I don’t. Amanda helped me out in the end,” whispered Sammi.

Athena rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head. She put out the small bud on the clear ashtray, pondering for a moment. “Amanda is nothing but a bitch, Sammi. She knew what she was doing and it wasn’t to help you out. If you’re going to choose between two people, choose Vince. When he fucks up it’s by accident,” Athena said, turning off the TV as the credits rolled out. Sammi stared down at the bowl on her lap, lazily picking up pieces one by one to toss back. Her thoughts fought with her, often feeling as if she couldn’t say what was truly up there.

She rubbed her eyes for a moment with a groan as she heard Athena light another cigarette. Sammi wanted a clear answer in her mind, she wanted to just hear everyone in her life say yes or no. Maybe Vince was right about her being shy? So far it felt as if someone would be mad or make Sammi annoyed. Nothing was smooth sailing for the past year to Sammi. Between Nikki and Vince, the thought of being on a bus with them all didn’t sound good to Sammi.

“You really think it’d be fun to go?” Sammi asked.

Athena nodded, “Even if you’re mad at one of the guys, you’re still going to be doing something that outweighs it. Watching free shows and seeing new places even if it’s for a minute. Plus maybe you’ll actually keep them in somewhat order,” Sammi chuckled at the idea of being in charge of them. It would be hell, but Athena could be right.

“That’s a cute bracelet by the way,” Athena said, grabbing Sammi’s wrist to take a closer look.

“Thanks, Vince got it for me today. We stumbled into a farmers market,” Sammi mumbled, twisting the bracelet around her wrist.

Athena rolled her eyes with a smile, “Just fucking be nice to him and go on tour with them. Also maybe talk to him about the Amanda thing while you’re there,”

Sammi bit her lip, remembering to be honest with her sister. “Okay also I didn’t tell you so you don’t kill him, but I caught Nikki fucking Roxie at the music video shoot,” Athena dropped her head into the palm of her hand, hearing a slap.

“Please don’t ever fuck with him again. Promise?” Athena asks, frowning with a pout to Sammi.

“I promise. I will never touch that with a ten-foot pole,” Sammi said. Athena nodded, getting the junk food from the sofa as Sammi stretched out her arms. She fully laid her back on the comfortable sofa, closing her eyes. She felt Athena throw a blanket on top of her, patting her head as a goodnight kiss.

[shirohcsbecausewhythehellnot]

Espresso Love

Prompt: Idk what happened, I literally just answered it and it vanished haha rip but it was from @yasaeng-hwa who asked for a fem!reader AU where she goes to college and Shrio is her Japanese teacher. Also something about coffee, I forgot the details lol.

FIRST OF ALL, CAN I JUST APOLOGIZE CAUSE IT’S BEEN LITERALLY ALMOST A YEAR SINCE THIS WAS ASKED HOLY FUCK I’M SO SORRY! No but seriously though and you waited a whole year for this piece of shit haha. I’m not saying that it’s bad, but... not my best work. This has been halfway done for nearly a year now and I finally made myself finish it. Tbh there is more I could do and would like to do with this so if you’re not satisfied with it, please message me, call me dumb, and then tell me to fix it!

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Shiro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Professor!AU, Cofee Shop!AU, Slice of Life

Word Count: 5,774

Warnings: Nothing except for my shitty writing haha

You were in your senior year of college. You were filled with both excitement and dread at the start of the new year. You were one step closer to graduation, to the real world. However, you weren’t particularly fond of the process that it’s going to take to get there. You looked down at your travel mug and sighed wistfully.

“Looks like you’re going to be my best friend, yet again, dear coffee.”

“Oi! What about me?” You turned your head to smile at your actual best friend, as well as your roommate, sitting in the passenger seat of your car.

“I thought it was common knowledge that you were my second best friend.” You said teasingly. Your friend let out a sarcastic huff as you both stepped out of the car.

“I hate you.” She said with a fake pout. You shook your head with a smile. Your best friend has always been a very bubbly and bright person. And she was also your dorm roommate in freshman year. You two have been inseparable since.

“I’m kidding, you know I love you.” You replied. Your friend smiled brightly before slipping her arm through yours as you two headed off to your campus side by side.

“You excited for senior year?” She asked.

“My liver isn’t.” You said with a laugh. Your friend laughed as well. “And neither is my mentality. I will genuinely be surprised if I haven’t completely lost it by finals.” Your friend nodded in agreement as you two continued walking.

“You know what classes you have?” She asked. You shrugged.

“You know, same old. Also mostly the same professors.” You responded before you remembered something. “Although, I do have a new Japanese teacher this year. I don’t recognize his name so he’s probably new in general as well.” Your friend looked at you curiously.

“Really? What’s his name?”

“It was… Shirogane, I think?” Your friend stopped dead in her tracks, causing you to stop abruptly as well. “What?” You asked.

“You got Shirogane?” She asked back. You raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I just said. Unless there’s another new Japanese teacher that I’m unaware of.” You responded. You were very confused at your friend’s reaction. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your friend tightly grab on to your arm and jump up and down in excitement.

“Oh, my god! You got Shirogane! Fresh out of college, muscle man Shirogane!” A bewildered look appeared on your face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Muscle man? You thought quizzically. “Wait, hold on, is there something that I’m missing?” You managed you get your friend to stop jumping but she was still bouncing on her toes as she looked at you excitedly.

“Well, I heard from a few people, who took a summer course, about him.” Your friend explained. “He’s super hot. And ripped to the fucking gods.” A sarcastic smile spread upon your lips.

“Good for him.” You responded, uninterested. Your friend gaped at your response.

“How could you not be excited! You get to be in the presence of a sexy Japanese man!” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my god, you colossal weeb.” You said jokingly. She giggled lightly. You two continued to chat before parting ways, making a promise to meet up for lunch and after classes. You looked down at your schedule and headed off to your first class.

It was late in the afternoon and your final class of the day. You took another peek at your schedule and noticed that you had your Japanese class. You had to admit, you were curious to see this popular teacher of yours. Everyone you had talked to today told you more or less what your friend had told you this morning. He was the hot topic amongst the students. However, you had yet to see what it was that made them talk. You entered your class only to find that your professor was not there yet. You walked over to sit at one of the front row seats as you heard the excited chatter of students who were talking about none other than Professor Shirogane. You bent down to open your bag and pull out your supplies and lay them in front of you. Your pen fell to the ground and you bent back down to retrieve it when the door opened.

“Ko’nichiwa minasan.” You heard someone say in a deep baritone.

“Ko’nichiwa sensei.” The class responded by reflex.

“Ko’nichiwa sensei.” You said in a strained voice as you reached for your fallen pen. You grabbed ahold of your pen and smiled slightly in triumph as you quickly sat back up and brushed the hair out of your face with your free hand. You looked up in front of you and your eyes widened slightly in shock. What your friend had said was an understatement. The man was gorgeous. He had cropped black hair. Dark grey eyes that held fragments of silver was hidden behind a thick pair of black rectangle glasses. He had strong, handsome features and a sharp jawline. Your friend, however, was correct in one thing. The man, was in fact, “ripped to the fucking gods”. Standing, at the very least, 6’3, he had broad shoulders, a lean waist, and muscular arms that were hidden under his sweater vest. He looked quite young. Probably in his mid-twenties, give or take. As if he could feel your eyes on him, his eyes met yours but you quickly averted them with a small blush. Nope, not today, Y/N! He’s your teacher for christ’s sake! You mentally chided yourself. You looked back up to see Professor Shirogane walk up to the board. He quickly wrote his name in Kanji. You couldn’t help but appreciate his neat calligraphy. He turned back around and faced the class with a smile.

“Most of you probably don’t know who I am. My name is Takashi Shirogane. You can call me Professor Shirogane, Professor Shiro, Shirogane Sensei, and so on. It’s up to you.”

“Hai.” The class responded. Professor Shiro smiled again and started the class.

You walked out of your classroom only to be met face to face with your best friend. One look at your face had her smiling smugly.

“I knew it.” She said teasingly. You had a pretty good guess at to what she was referring to and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.” You mumbled. You started to walk away from her but she caught up to you quickly.

“You owe me ten bucks!” She said with a smile. You stopped walking and twirled your head towards her.

“What?” You asked, surprised. “We didn’t even bet anything!” Your friend shrugged nonchalantly.

“I know. But I feel like I deserve it.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes yet again. You opened your mouth to retort but you were cut short by a deep voice behind you.

“Excuse me. Miss…. Y/N? Correct?” You turned around and locked eyes with Professor Shirogane. You were too caught up in his gaze to notice your friend silently gaping beside you.

“Y-yes?” You asked hesitantly. Professor Shiro held up a notebook.

“I believe you dropped this.” He said. Your eyes widened slightly in recognition at your notebook. You quickly grabbed it from his hands, your fingers brushing gently against each other. You jumped slightly at the contact before composing yourself.

“Oh! Yes, thank you.” You replied with a small smile. He returned it.

“Don’t mention it.” He responded. You stared at him in silence, not knowing what to say, before your friend coughed quietly, reminding you of her presence. Professor Shirogane quickly cleared his throat. “So I’ll see you next class?” He asked.

“Yup.” You squeaked. Professor Shirogane smiled again before giving a small wave and walking away in the opposite direction. You continued to watch him before your friend brought you back to reality.

“God, I would give him full permission to do whatever the fuck he wants with me.” You snapped your head to face her with a shocked expression on your face.

“I thought you were crushing on that pizza delivery girl?” You asked. She looked at you and grinned mischievously.

“Your point?” She asked. Your friend sighed dreamily before continuing. “It’s moments like these that I’m so glad I’m pan.” She said with a grin. You couldn’t help snort before you two started to laugh at her words as you walked away from your class.

You two walked towards your car. You opened the door and dropped your bag at the back seat.

“You sure you can walk home? I don’t mind dropping you off at the apartment first.” You said.

“It’s fine. I’m a big girl, don’t worry!” You smiled.

“Alright.”

“Oh, by the way, I was thinking that we could go watch that movie tomorrow?” Your friend asked. You got in the car and smiled at her apologetically.

“Sorry. Can’t. I have work tomorrow. And every day this week.” Your friend groaned.

“Boring.” You chuckled in amusement.

“How about this weekend?” You asked. Your friend gave you a smug grin in response.

“Sorry. Can’t.” She said in a mocking tone. “Cause I’ve got a hot date on Saturday.” You snorted.

“Oh really? Who?” She sent you a knowing look and your jaw dropped. “No! Really? The pizza girl said yes?” She casually flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“What can I say? I have a way with the ladies.” You rolled your eyes before returning to the more important matters.

“Why did you just tell me this now? And also how did you ask? You have to tell me everything after you get back from the date! And remember, text me three flower emojis if you want me to get you out of there. Or, you know, if she end’s up being a madwoman and kidnaps you and you need to send me a non-suspicious text so that I can save your ass.” You said teasingly. She giggled in response before she bent down and gave you a small kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, mom.” She said sarcastically. You decided to play along.

“And be back home by eleven, young lady! No drinks or drugs, you hear?” You put on a mock-serious face.

“Yeah, yeah. Now go on and get to work!” She ushered you away with one final hug before you got into your car and drove off.

The familiar scent of coffee filled your nostrils as you entered the cafe. You had barely even set a foot into the door when you heard a voice from the cash register.

“Your four minutes late.” You heard your boss said gruffly. You glanced her way and smiled at her.

“Hello to you, too, Judy.” You responded. Judy rolled her eyes with a hidden grin.

Judy was basically an aunt to you. You two met in your freshman year when you were looking for a job when you found a little, hole-in-the-wall cafe with a help wanted sign. You were met with a tough-looking woman whose aesthetic was the exact opposite of the cute little cafe. Her hair was cut short with little, black, curls tied up by a red bandana. Her ears were covered in piercings as well as a stud on her nose while basically her entire body was inked. She reminded you of one of those punk, pin-up girls you saw on Tumblr and right then and there, you decided that you were going to get that job no matter what.

As you walked passed the cash register, Judy tossed you your apron that you caught with ease and tied it around your waist as you took her place at the cash register.

“It’s about damn time.” She muttered sarcastically.

“I apologize, Judy. It must have been so hard those four minutes, especially with the rush!” You said as you gestured to the small handful of people who was sipping away at their coffee. She affectionately punched your shoulder.

“So how was Mark today?” She asked, referring to one of your professors, as well as her husband.

“He didn’t spill anything on himself today.” Judy beamed in amusement.

“I’m so proud. Speak of the devil.” Her eyes brightened at the jingle of the door as her husband walked in. Your professor was, like the cafe, the exact opposite of Judy. While Judy was loud and in charge, he was shy and clumsy. He looked exactly like a stereotypical professor with his round-rimmed glasses and short, blond hair. Usually messy at the end of the day from running his hands through it so much. He was, what one could say, quietly handsome.

Unlike Professor Shiro- No! Nope! Again, He’s your teacher! You quickly, mentally, shook your head from your thoughts.

He was neither covered in piercings nor tattoos. (Although Judy said they have matching ones on their asses from when they were both shit-faced on their honeymoon. Just the thought of it made you snort silently.)

Judy walked around the cash register to welcome her husband with a small peck.

“Hey, babe.” She purred. Marks face immediately flushed red at the name.

“H-hey, Judy.” He glanced at you and waved. “Hey Y/N.” You waved back with a smile.

“Hey, Mark.” Judy turned to face you.

“It’s date night tonight. You don’t mind watching the cafe by yourself, do you?”

“Judy, don’t you trust me?” Judy grinned.

“Not at all.” You laughed as you shooed them away.

“Go, I got this. Have fun on your date!”

“We will!” Mark replied as he laced his fingers with Judy’s. They both walked off with a giggle and you watched them happily, musing on how cute they were.

A few hours had passed and the sun was starting to set, bathing the cafe in a warm yellow light. One by one the customers would leave only to be replaced by a few more. You were staring off into space when you heard the familiar jingle of the bell. You quickly jumped up and welcomed the customer a little too enthusiastically.

“Good evening! Welcome to Espresso Yoursel-” You cut yourself off in shock at the person who had walked in. Professor Shiro took in the small cafe with interest before his eyes landed on you and flickered in recognition. He walked up to you with a smile.

“Good evening, Miss Y/N. I didn’t know you worked here. Although to be fair, I only found out about this place’s existence today.” You giggled nervously, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Haha, yup! What a coincidence. It’s a hole-in-the-wall but they have the best coffee in the city!” You said with forced enthusiasm and you cringed inwardly at your behavior. Professor Shiro grinned.

“I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He glanced up at the menu above your head for a few seconds before deciding on what he was going to order. A mischievous look flickered in his eyes before he spoke. “I think I’ll have an Americano, black.” You blinked rapidly a few times before you registered that he was speaking to you in Japanese.

“Uh, why are you speaking to me in Japanese, sir?” He shrugged.

“It’s good practice.” He replied. Continuing in Japanese. You raised an eyebrow in slight amusement before deciding to go along with it, forgetting your nervousness from before.

“And would you like sugar with that Americano?” You responded in Japanese.

“Sure, not a lot, though.” You picked up an empty coffee cup and a pen.

“And what name would you like to be called?”

“Shiro is fine. Do you think you can write that in kanji?” He asked with a challenging stare. You smirked.

“Of course I can.” You quickly wrote down his name and showed it to him. He nodded approvingly and you raised your chin in triumph. You quickly finished preparing his coffee and handed it to him. His fingers brushed a bit against yours and you jumped slightly at the contact.

“Thanks.” He took a small sip and his eyes widened in slight surprise. “Wow, you weren’t wrong! This is probably the best coffee I’ve ever had.” You smiled.

“Of course I am.” He chuckled lightly before handing you the money. He raised the coffee cup slightly.

“I will enjoy this.” He said before walking off to sit at one of the small tables, pulling out his laptop and working quietly. He stayed there for the rest of the evening and you couldn’t help but watch him work every once in a while.

A few weeks had passed since then, and Professor Shiro showed up every day, without fail. Ordering a single black Americano and spending the rest of the afternoon working at one of the tables, be it answering emails or grading papers. And every day, he had a small conversation with you in Japanese. He even insisted that you just call him Shiro, only outside of class, of course. It had gotten to the point where you looked forward to going to work, just so that you two could talk. After catching yourself staring at him for probably the tenth time, you sighed, defeated.

“Damn.” You muttered. “It’s only been a few weeks and you already have a crush. And on a professor, no less!” You noticed Professor Shiro look up and his gaze met yours. You nervously waved at him before diverting your attention to something else.

You later walked up to the door of your apartment, tired and in need of a shower. You opened the door to be met with the sounds of the TV. You walked into the living room and saw your friend sitting on the couch with a glass of wine while watching Rick and Morty. She glanced at you before returning her attention to the TV.

“Welcome back.” She said.

“Hey.” You muttered as you flopped down on the couch with a sigh. She paused the TV and looked at you.

“Something the matter?” She asked, concerned. You took the wine glass from her hand and finished the remaining contents before refilling it.

“No, I’m fine.” You took another sip of wine before continuing. “I think I have a crush on Professor Shirogane.” You glanced over at your friend. She was, unsurprisingly, gaping at your statement.

“I’m sorry, what?” She exclaimed. You sighed again.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t know how it happened I just found myself constantly thinking about him and looking forward to him coming over to Espresso Yourself and then I was like ‘fuck’.” She nodded sympathetically at your words.

“I understand. I felt the same about Pizza Girl. I gained five pounds just cause I kept ordering pizza in hopes that she would be the one to deliver them.”

“Why are you still calling her Pizza Girl, isn’t she your girlfriend?” She shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. It’s like a pet name now. Anyway, enough about me, what about you? What are you going to do?” You took another sip of wine.

“Deal with it, I guess.” Your friend huffed at your words.

“Come on, now, Y/N! You should go for it!”

“He’s my professor, F/N.”

“And?”

“And it’s… morally wrong!”

“Why? He’s only, like, three years older than you.”

“Yes, but he’s also in charge of my grades and if people found out that we were a thing, they might not only accuse me of sleeping with him to get straight A’s but that he’s taking bribes!”

“You could keep it a secret. Forbidden love is hot.” You immediately burst out laughing at her words, forgetting your stress for a bit.

“You’re… just-” You sighed fondly at your friend. “I love you.”

“I’m taken, sorry.” She said with a grin. You playfully smacked her on the shoulder before grabbing the remote and pressing play.

Months had passed since then and you were already nearing the end of the school year. The chilly weather was starting the lessen as spring arrived. You and Shiro had gotten closer since as you continued your “Japanese practice” and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for the man, despite trying not to. You were taken out of your thoughts when heard the doorbell jingle and you looked over with a smile as you saw Shiro walk in.

“Hey, Y/N. I’ll have the usual.” Shiro said as soon as he walked in.

“Sure thing.” You quickly prepared his coffee and handed it to him. He pulled out his wallet to pay but you laid a hand over his stopping him. He quickly looked down at your hands with a faint blush before looking up at you, confused. You smiled softly.

“On the house.”

“But-”

“Also this.” You interrupted as you pulled out a slice of chocolate cake from the dessert stand. “Happy birthday, Shiro.” He looked at the cake then back at you again even more confused.

“How did you know that it’s my birthday?” You shrugged.

“Mark told me.” His eye twitched slightly.

“Who’s Mark?”

“Oh, right. I meant Professor Hendricks.” His brows furrowed a bit and his jaw was slightly clenched.

“Why… why are you on a first-name basis with Professor Hendricks?” He asked. He felt oddly nervous for some reason and even a bit jealous, though he denied it.

“Cause his wife is my boss.” You responded as you gestured to Judy who was wiping down one of the tables. He looked over at Judy and his eyes widened surprise.

“That’s…”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Good for him.”

“Yeah.” He rolled his eyes at your repeated responses and you grinned back.

“Still, I feel like I should pay for this.”

“Nope, it’s on the house.” He sighed desperately.

“At least the coffee.”

“I said no- Hey, Judy!” You called out, reverting to English. She looked up from her cleaning and faced her attention towards you. You pointed at Shiro with your thumb. “Tell Shiro that the coffee and the cake are both on the house because it’s his birthday.” She shrugged and turned to Shiro.

“It’s on the house.” She then returned to cleaning and you grinned at him in triumph.

“Judy’s word is law around here.” Shiro sighed and pulled out his wallet again.

“I literally just said-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not paying for the coffee or the cake. It’s just a tip.” You rolled your eyes and relented letting him hand you the money. “I need to get going now, I have papers to grade. Thanks for the coffee and the cake.” He said as he quickly walked out the door.

“But you usually grade them here…” You called after him. But it was too late and he was already long gone. You glanced down at the money in your hand and your eyes widened in shock and you had to force yourself to suppress a smile. His tip consisted of the price for the coffee and the cake, as well as a few extra dollars. You rolled your eyes as you looked out the door where Shiro was once was. “Clever move, Shirogane.”

It was late. Your final customer had just walked out into the rainy night as you sighed, slightly disappointed. It was your turn to close up shop but you still had ten minutes till closing time so you decided to wait it out.

Shiro’s always here after school… did something happen? You thought. You immediately shook your head. Well, it’s not like he has to be here every day. You sighed softly. Still, it feels weird that he didn’t come today. You checked your watch and noticed that there were only three minutes left before you had to close. You decided to give up and sighed again in defeat. You started heading for the door when you heard a loud jingle of the bell. You quickly looked at the door to see Shiro, soaking wet from the rain and panting slightly. He took a few more deep breaths before he looked at you with a grin.

“I still have…” He glanced down at his watch then back up to you with a charming smile. “two minutes, right?” You stared at him in stunned silence for a few seconds before you burst out laughing.

“Yeah. Yeah, you still have time. The usual, right?” You asked as you walked towards the coffee machine. You heard him snort from behind.

“Obviously.” You smiled to yourself in response while you continued to make him a cup of coffee. Not long after, you handed it to him with a grin.

“I must say, I’m surprised. For a second there I thought you were gonna be a no-show.” He rolled his eyes as he took the cup from your hand.

“Meetings.” He explained. “Ran late.” He took a sip of his coffee. A confused look appeared on his face. He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is this decaf?” He asked.

“It’s nearly midnight, Shiro. Plus, we need to start working on your caffeine addiction.” You added playfully.

“I have nothing of the sort.” He said as he continued to drink. You leaned over the counter and rested your chin on your head.

“Says the man who ran in the pouring rain late at night just to get his daily cup of coffee.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“That's just because I’m a loyal customer to Espresso Yourself. And for your information, I drove here. It’s just that the parking lot is very far away from here.” You giggled softly.

“The fact that you said that Espresso Yourself with a straight face makes me want loose respect for you.” He chuckled in response before downing the last bits of his coffee and pulling out his wallet to pay.

“Well, thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you next week in class?” He asked. You smiled as you put the money in the register.

“You know it.” You replied. He grinned. He started to head for the door before he stopped abruptly and turned around hesitantly.

“You said that F/N was out of town for the week, right?”

“Yeah, she’s coming back tomorrow.”

“Isn’t she using your car?”

“Yup.” You replied. He looked back out into the rain before looking back at you.

“Do you… need a ride home?” He asked. You shook your head politely, trying to ignore your skipped heartbeat.

“I’m good, thanks. I’ll just call an Ub-” You were cut off short by the shriek of lightning. You jumped slightly in surprise. It took you a second to register that the lights were off as well. “Christ.” You muttered, reverting to English.

You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You walked over to the light switch and tried to turn it on a few times, confirming your thoughts. You sighed in annoyance before a thought immediately popped into your head. “Oh shit.” You said before you dashed for the door. You tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge.

“Are we locked in?” You heard Shiro ask from behind. You sighed again and rested your forehead against the door in defeat.

“Yup. These doors lock electronically.” You looked at your phone screen only to see it fade out along with the flashlight. “Aaaaand my phone just died. Great.” You turned to look back at Shiro. “Can I borrow yours?” He shrugged apologetically.

“I left it in the car.”

“Well, then I guess we’re stuck here for the time being.” You walked towards the lounging area and flopped down on one of the couches. Shiro soon followed and sat down next to you.

You both sat in silence, the only sounds that were heard were the heavy raindrops that fell against the building and the occasional clap of thunder. You fiddled with the hem of your apron, keeping your hands busy as you tried to distract yourself from the man who was sitting only a few inches away from you on the small couch. Shiro clicked his tongue a few times awkwardly before finally deciding to speak up.

“So… how long do you think the storm will last?” You continued to fiddle with your apron.

“Uh, I’m not sure.” You heard Shiro let out a sigh.

“Right.” You both fell silent, unsure of how to keep the conversation going.

Why is this so awkward? You mentally groaned. Things were fine a few minutes ago. “So, um…” You spoke up after a few more minutes of silence. “Why did you decide to be a professor?”

“Why?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I mean… you’re young, you graduated college yourself not too long ago. What made you decide that you wanted to teach?”

“Oh, well… to be honest, it’s because of my father.”

“Your father?” He nodded.

“My father was a professor. He went to Japan to teach English and that’s where he met my mother.” You stayed silent, listening to his words. “When she told him that she was pregnant, however, he immediately left. Turns out, he was having an affair with my mother while he had his own family back in Sweden.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You said. He shrugged.

“I… well I planned to become a professor so that I could meet him and just… ask him why.” He sighed. “I had found out that he recently became the dean of a university in Sweden. I applied for the job and got accepted… but… I just couldn’t do it. I was a coward.”

“No, you weren’t.” You immediately replied. He looked at you, a little shocked at the forcefulness of your words. “It’s not your fault that you couldn’t. The real coward in this story is him. He left you and your mother because he couldn't handle his responsibilities. He doesn’t deserve your time or energy. And the fact that you even considered giving it to him makes you brave.” Shiro smiled gratefully at your words.

“Thanks, Y/N.” You smiled back at him and nodded.

Suddenly, ripping you from your thoughts, another abrupt shriek of lighting occurred, temporarily illuminating the cafe in a blinding white light, causing you and Shiro to both jump instinctively closer to each other. You both felt each other’s hands brush against the other and quickly pulled away.

“A-ah, sorry about that,” He stuttered.

“It’s fine…” You mumbled, hating the loss of warmth that you felt when you pulled away. You both continued to sit in silence, though neither of you moved back to your original positions. If you leaned slightly, you could feel Shiro’s warmth radiate off of his body. Your mind was spinning with multiple questions at what had just happened. What you did know, however, was that it felt strangely right to hold his hand. That you wanted to do it again. Before you even realized it, you were inching your hand closer to his and landed softly on top of his hand. He flinched slightly at the contact and you finally realized what you had done.

“I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking. I-” You weren’t able to finish your sentence when you felt Shiro grab on to your hand as well and squeeze it slightly when you tried to pull away. You hesitantly looked down at your connected hands before looking up to be met with Shiro’s gaze. His face only a few centimeters away from yours. You stared back at him silently, unsure of what to do. His hot breath tickled your skin as he drew himself closer, resting his free hand against your cheek.

“I… um…” He trailed off. He glanced down at your lips for a split second before sighing. “Ah, to hell with it.” He muttered before planting his lips against yours. You were stunned still for a second before leaning into the kiss. You reached your arms up to wrap it around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Your mind was blank except for the only phrase that repeated in your head.

‘Holy shit.’

Shiro wrapped his free arm around your waist, bringing you closer to the point where you were basically sitting on his lap as he parted your lips with his tongue and tangled it with yours. You let out a soft moan that was swallowed by his kisses. He trailed his lips down to your jaw, then your neck, before returning them to your moth. You both didn’t even realize that the lights had come back on until you eventually parted for a breath.

The cafe lights woke you from your haze and you looked down and realized what position you were in. You quickly got off of his lap and smoothed down your apron.

“Oh my god, this is insane! We shouldn’t have done this! You’re my professor! This- we… I-” Shiro stood up and faced you, lightly placing his thumb over your lips. You looked up at him, your face flushed and your breathing still ragged from your previous activities.

“Do you… do you regret it?” He asked. You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. You saw the anxiety in his eyes and you sighed.

“…No… no, I don’t.” You averted your gaze from his. “But you’re my professor and I’m your student. If people found out…” You trailed off.

“Who cares about what they say?” He placed his hand underneath your chin and directed your face so that you were facing him. His face was also heavily flushed. “I… I care about you, Y/N. A lot. I… I think that - I know that - I’m falling for you. Hard.” You gasped silently at his words as you felt your heart expand with joy. “You were the first friend that I made here. Every day I come here, hoping that you have a shift, just so that I can talk to you. And when you don’t I get disappointed. And when I walk into class and I see you sitting there, I immediately feel better. At first, I wanted to ignore these feelings because, as you said, you’re my student. But I… I want to be with you.”

“… We could get caught. You could get fired.” You whispered. He smiled as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” Finally, you smiled as well as you both leaned in for another, gentler kiss. You both regretfully parted from each other before Shiro reached down for your hand. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” You smiled again and nodded, both of you heading out the door hand in hand.

A/N: Yup... so anyway I’m back-ish? I have some other fics that I’m done with but I’m gonna upload them every two weeks just so that it’s spaced out and I won’t stress lol. Again, I’m sorry for making you wait a year @yasaeng-hwa and like I know that this was a college au thing but there’s barely any mention of college haha it’s mostly a coffee shop au. So again, apologies.

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