#and light would just shrug it off and try to cheer him up in subtle ways later

[lightwily]

I wanted to write a serious analysis post to prove that I have shit to say but I'm too tired so here's some hcs about their uni days before I log off for the night:

> light struggled with forming friendships prior to meeting wily. I think despite being affable, most people tended to like him on a surface level and as a result he never really felt understood or valued in any of his relationships (I also think he could be somewhere on the autism spectrum and masks whenever he's not working, but maybe I'm just projecting lol)

> light reached out to wily first, due to recognising their shared passion. I think part of the appeal could've also been in how wily didn't look up to light as obviously as everyone else, which, to light, made him more approachable

> wily was very averse to light's friendship initially. at this point, his chronic inferiority complex was in full swing, prompting him to pick out the "best" student in his course (light) and treat them as a rival. in his mind, light's attempts to befriend him were a form of mockery, an attempt to make the one person who saw through him fold. this was compounded by the fact that deep down, wily did in fact regard light with the same sort of reverence as everyone else, he just diluted it with bitter envy and hatred.

> eventually, wily accepted light's friendship on the internal grounds that it'd be easier for him to gain influence whilst working with light rather than against him

> wily spent the better part of this friendship (begrudgingly) (semi-consciously) pining; I like to think that he was extremely territorial of his friendship with light whilst simultaneously resenting his kindness; this, combined with feelings that ranged from "this guy isn't the worst... at least he understands what I'm getting at" (<- horrifically in love) to "someone needs to fucking kill this guy and it'll be ME" led to a lot of internal push-and-pull on his behalf. light was vaguely aware that something was up, but 1) didn't know how to broach the topic 2) figured wily would be able to sort it out himself. this would obviously bite him in the ass later, but in his defense I don't think wily would be open to the idea of an emotionally honest conversation even if light tried

[delphi-shield]

SAY IT BACK ↪ letting them leave without an ily

finishing up some smaller things from my wip folder before i buckle down and work on the big stuff again. here's this doofy little fluff piece.

characters included: chris redfield, leon kennedy, jill valentine, ada wong

content: fluff. just fluff. established relationship. mildly ooc behavior for the sake of fluff (also known as being in a relationship and acting stupid)

You found it on TikTok - or maybe it was Instagram, or Facebook - doesn't matter. One of the media conglomerates had given you a horrible idea about how to tease your loving, devoted partner.

It's simple - when they said 'I love you' before they left for work, you just wouldn't say it back. What could go wrong?

Chris Redfield ↪

Did not notice. Secure. In his lane. Unbothered. Probably not moisturized. (Get him a nice oil, fragrance free. He'll like it more if you massage it into his muscles for him, spend a little extra time smoothing along the curve of his spine, up and over the tightness of his shoulders.)

If you're at the point with Chris where he's saying “I love you” in place of a goodbye, he doesn't need to hear you say it back. He's confident in your relationship. Hearing it is just a nice bonus.

You're going to get your own feelings hurt here. Sent yourself into a spiral. Like, damn, does he not listen? Does he not care? What the fuck is his deal?

Chris is legitimately confused when you bring it up to him later. Doesn't get the point of the whole thing. “Why wouldn't you just say you love me?” Head cocked to the side, so puppy-like you can practically see the velvety ears flopping over.

Really doesn't do the whole social media thing. Even when you show him videos as an example, he's just shrugging. "I'm pretty sure those are skits, honey. No one really reacts like that."

If only he knew. Hey - at least now you know that Chris is perfectly content in your relationship and won't let anything silly like this bother him. It's just a sign to ramp up the pranks - more practical jokes, less subtle, harmless emotional manipulation.

That's what you thought, at least, but when Chris flips the light off that night and sidles up behind you in bed, strong arms slipping around your middle and tugging you back to him, his voice rumbles in your ear - "You gonna tell me you love me, or is this gonna be a problem?"

And Chris is really good at extracting confessions. How badly do you actually want to get some sleep tonight?

Jill Valentine ↪

Doesn't seem to have noticed that you ignored her. Walked right out the door without missing a step, didn't even glance back. Her car pulls out of the garage, her sunglasses on - she seems entirely unbothered.

Oh, she’s bothered.

Jill Valentine is Not Petty™️. And she does not pout when her partner doesn't say ‘I love you’ back. She's in a pissy mood at work for a completely unrelated reason. She's not returning your texts because she's busy at work, not because she's trying (and failing) to give you a taste of your own medicine.

She definitely doesn't carry that storm cloud all the way home with her, doesn't rain on your parade when you cheerfully announce that dinner's ready and on the table.

You're trying everything you can think of to cheer her up. Asking about work got you a noncommittal shrug. You'd offered to draw a bath for her - or (preferably) for the both of you, but she'd dismissed the idea, talking about how it would take up too much time.

She didn't have the heart to shrug you off when you started massaging her shoulders. Despite your silence in the morning, you were clearly intent on taking care of her. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just hadn't heard her.

Her palm presses against your cheek, turns you to face her. She searches your eyes for a moment, her gaze unreadable. "Thanks for dinner. I love you."

Nothing. Fucking nothing. "You're welcome."

Jill knows that look on your face, that shit-eating grin that you're trying to cover up by glancing down, by pretending to be flustered. Her hands grip your hips. She manhandles you into her lap, chair scraping against the floor to make room for the both of you.

"Okay - spill. What's up with you?"

Once you explain, she's not mad about the whole thing, not really. But you can't help but notice that she's been withholding kisses lately, and-- wait.

Fuck. Now she's turned the tables on you.

Leon Kennedy ↪

Keeps finding new and inventive ways to double back inside the house. He's not going to outright ask you what's up - that would make him look desperate, which he’s totally not. He’s definitely not concerned at all that you didn’t complete your morning ritual and send him out the door with an ‘I love you’. He’s a big boy - this isn’t high school, this is his very mature, very adult relationship.

Excuse number one: “Sorry, forgot my keys,” as he makes a show of dropping his keys out of his pocket, onto the living room floor. His eyes are on you when he reaches to grab them. Leon tosses them in his hand, making as much noise as he possibly can. “All right, love you.”

You hold strong. Still no ‘love you’ back. He’s gone for all of 60 seconds when he comes back with excuse number two: “Ah, damn, forgot my badge. I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached.”

His badge is attached to his belt. You can literally see it. When you point that out to him, he makes a show of being relieved, goes so far as to press a kiss to your temple, and says, “God, what would I do without you? Love ya. Have a good day.”

But you hold strong. Until excuse number three:

“Babe, have you seen my gun?”

You laugh, which only makes him laugh - and then he hits you with ‘no, seriously’ while he leans against the doorway, hip cocked. He’s got you figured out by now, knows that if he can make you laugh then you’re not doing this because you’re mad at him or anything. He can't even be mad when you explain it to him. He can only warn you:

"I'm gonna get you for this. Now, c'mon - say it."

Ada Wong ↪

I don't know why you would do this to her to be honest. She just said ‘I love you’. You should be marking your calendar and turning this into a holiday.

She doesn't say it often, at least not while you're conscious. Whether she presses her sentiments into your hair while you sleep against her, drooling against her collar bone, is up for debate. You have no hard evidence and she'll deny the allegations.

It simultaneously is and is not a big deal. She didn't say it because she craved the validation of having you repeat it to her. She said it because she meant it. There's so few concrete truths about herself that she can share with you, but that was one of them. Does it sting a little not to have it returned? Maybe.

She turns the moment over and over in her head, letting it haunt her. You had given her time, she thinks, why can't she give you yours? But your silence is a specter that tinges every moment. It creeps at the edges of every thought, it–

“Hey, you forgot your coffee.”

She turns to see you in the door of your apartment, hanging from the frame with one hand, her cup extended to her in the other. She clicks back to you in her stilettos, and your press a kiss to her cheek when she claims her drink. The guilt of it all ate at you before you could let her leave your sight. “Love you. Be safe.”

She'd spiraled before she even got down to the parking lot. Total loser in love.

[pucksandpower]

Head Over Heels

Charles Leclerc x Vasseur!Reader x Carlos Sainz

Summary: in which Charles and Carlos are head over heels for you and you’re still painfully oblivious despite their best efforts

Warnings: this is a poly fic, overwhelming amounts of fluff

“Hey, Y/N! You’ve got a delivery!”

You look up, confused, as one of the mechanics hands over a beautifully wrapped bouquet. The vibrant pink roses and lilies contrast strikingly against the red of the Ferrari motorhome.

“For me? Who’s it from?” You ask, genuinely puzzled.

The attached card is simple: For someone who lights up the track without even racing.

“Must be from a sponsor or someone thanking Dad,” you muse aloud, inhaling the fragrant bouquet.

Your father, Fred Vasseur, chuckles from a few steps away, “A sponsor, you think?”

You nod, genuinely convinced, “Who else?”

Charles, emerging from his cool-down session after practice, spots you with the flowers. His heart does a little jolt, hoping you’d recognize his gesture. “Those are beautiful,” he comments, trying to sound casual.

“They are, aren’t they?” You beam, holding them out to let him get a better look. “I think they’re from a sponsor or something. It’s a nice touch.”

A small, knowing smile tugs at Charles’ lips but he just nods. “Very thoughtful of them.”

Your father watches the exchange with an amused smirk, clearly catching on to Charles’ hidden intentions. He leans in to whisper to the Monegasque driver, “You sure you want to keep it anonymous, Leclerc?”

Charles shrugs but there’s a hint of red on his cheeks, “I thought it’d be more … romantic? But I didn’t think she would be this oblivious.”

Your father chuckles, patting Charles on the back, “Give it time, son.”

The day continues and you go about your tasks, occasionally stopping to admire the flowers, still clueless about their real origin. Everyone around seems to be sharing knowing glances and subtle nudges.

Carlos, having heard about Charles’ gesture, approaches you. “Heard you got a surprise today,” he comments playfully.

You nod, beaming, “Yeah, a pleasant one. It’s always nice to be appreciated, even if it’s indirectly.”

Charles, overhearing, sighs from a distance. “I need to up my game,” he murmurs to himself.

***

“Morning, Y/N! I brought you something.”

You glance up from your paperwork to find Carlos holding out a steaming cup of coffee and a beautifully wrapped pastry. You can’t help but smile, already salivating.

“Thanks, Carlos. This is such a treat! How do you always know where to find the best coffee and pastries?”

Carlos shrugs, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles, “Oh, you know. Just lucky, I guess.”

Your father watches the exchange from a distance, laughing softly. “Carlos sure seems to have a knack for pleasing your taste buds,” he teases as he approaches.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you reply, “He’s just being friendly, Dad. Everyone loves a good pastry, right?”

Your father just raises an eyebrow, sipping his own coffee, “If you say so.”

Carlos, seeing an opportunity, chimes in, “Actually, I’ve been exploring the local bakeries in each city. You know, trying to find the best treats.” He pauses for a second, cheeks reddening ever-so-slightly, “Glad you like them.”

It’s a small confession but enough to get a teasing cheer from some of the mechanics nearby. You just laugh, assuming it’s part of the team's usual banter. “You’re too dedicated, Carlos! Thanks for always thinking of me.”

Carlos chuckles, his eyes betraying a hint of something deeper, “Anything for a … friend.”

Later, as you’re engrossed in your work, Charles passes by, subtly observing the pastry and coffee by your side. He exchanges a brief, understanding look with Carlos.

“You know,” Charles says casually, taking a seat opposite you, “Carlos wakes up an hour early just to find these for you.”

You blink, surprised, “Really?”

Charles nods, smirking, “Ask anyone here. They’ve seen him race off, rain or shine.”

Your heart swells with appreciation. “I had no idea,” you whisper, truly touched.

Carlos, overhearing, intervenes with a chuckle, “Leclerc, stop making it sound so dramatic! I just … like to start my day with a good treat, that’s all."

You smile warmly, taking a sip of your coffee, “You’re such a good friend, Carlos. I’m lucky to have you looking out for me like this.”

Carlos nods, swallowing down a hint of disappointment, “Always, Y/N. Just looking out for a friend, right?”

Your father passing by, catches the tail end of the conversation. He winks at Carlos, teasing, “Oh, absolutely. Just a friend.”

Carlos shoots him a mock glare but there’s a smirk on his lips. “Exactly. Just doing what any good friend would do.”

You laugh, completely missing the underlying tension, “Well, here’s to more coffee-filled mornings. Thanks, friend.”

Carlos raises his cup in a mock toast, “To friendship.” But there’s a certain longing in his eyes, a silent hope that someday friendship might evolve into something more.

***

“Y/N, have you ever thought of getting behind the wheel?”

You glance up from your notes, finding Charles leaning against your desk, a mischievous glint in his eye. You laugh, “Of a race car? Surely you’re joking.”

He shrugs, an inviting smirk on his face, “Who better to teach you than a Ferrari driver?”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Are you offering?”

Charles nods. “Why not? It’ll be fun and maybe you’ll get a new appreciation for what we do.”

You consider it. “Alright, when?”

“How about after tomorrow’s practice session? The track will be free.”

Carlos, overhearing the conversation, interjects, “Planning some secret training without me?” His tone is playful but there’s an underlying hint of jealousy.

Charles grins, “Just thought I’d offer our friend here a little taste of the track life.”

You chuckle, “Don’t worry, Carlos. If I crash, I promise I’ll come to you for my second lesson.”

Carlos smirks, “I’ll hold you to that.”

The following day, after the practice session, you find yourself clad in a racing suit, helmet in hand, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. Charles approaches, looking much more confident than you feel.

“Ready?” He asks, voice full of anticipation.

You nod, gulping down your anxiety. “As I’ll ever be.”

The next hour is a blur of acceleration, sharp turns, and the roar of the engine. Charles proves to be a patient and encouraging teacher, guiding you through the intricacies of handling a race car. The adrenaline, the rush, and the sheer power of the machine are intoxicating.

At one point, as you glide around a particularly challenging curve, Charles whoops in delight from the passenger seat, “That’s it, Y/N! You’re a natural!”

Your laughter rings out, pure and genuine, “Maybe I’ve found my new calling.”

As the session comes to an end and the two of you climb out of the car, Carlos approaches, clapping. “Not bad for a rookie,” he teases.

You playfully shove him, “Thanks to my excellent instructor here.”

Charles laughs, ruffling your hair, “You were great, seriously.”

Carlos nods in agreement, “I guess I’ll be out of a job soon.”

You roll your eyes, “One lesson and suddenly I’m a pro? You flatter me. But seriously, this was amazing. Truly. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Charles grins, “Anytime. And remember, there’s always more to learn.”

Carlos smirks, “And more instructors available, just in case.”

You laugh, “I’ll keep that in mind. For now, let’s celebrate me not crashing the car!”

As you all head off, you link arms with Charles, “You know, for a moment there, I felt the thrill you must feel during races. Thanks for being such a good friend and showing me that world.”

Charles smiles softly, a pang of both happiness and a touch of disappointment at the word you used. “Of course. Anything for a friend.”

Carlos, observing from a distance, shares a knowing look with Charles. The message is clear: the race is far from over.

***

“Hey, Y/N. Can’t sleep?”

You’re startled to find Carlos waiting by the hotel lobby, a charming smile playing on his lips. The clock on the wall reads just past midnight.

You rub your eyes, yawning, “No, not really. Jet lag, I guess.”

Carlos gestures toward the entrance, “How about a midnight stroll? I know this beautiful spot nearby.”

You hesitate for a moment but then nod, intrigued. “Sure, why not? Lead the way.”

The two of you step out into the cool night to find the quiet city bathed in soft light. The silence is comfortable as you walk side by side.

As you amble along, you can’t help but wonder, “Why are you up so late?”

He glances at you, “Couldn’t sleep either. And I thought maybe you’d enjoy some company.”

You smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. “That’s really sweet of you.”

He points to a quiet park with a pond, its surface shimmering with the reflection of the moon. “Here we are. This place always helps me clear my head whenever we’re in town for a race.”

You settle on a bench and Carlos quickly sits beside you, shoulders brushing lightly.

The night unfolds with shared stories and laughter. Carlos opens up about his journey in racing, the challenges he’s faced, and the moments of triumph. You listen intently, feeling a newfound connection.

As the hours slip away, Carlos admits with a soft chuckle, “You know, I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Really? Why me?”

Carlos smiles, the moonlight illuminating his face. “Because you’re special. You’re different from anyone I’ve met on or off the circuit.”

A warm feeling washes over you. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

He turns toward you, his gaze intense, “Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say. Something I’ve been feeling for a while.”

But just as he’s about to speak, you yawn loudly, unable to hide your exhaustion any longer. “Sorry. I guess jet lag finally caught up with me.”

He chuckles, disappointment flickering in his eyes, “No worries. Let’s head back.”

When you reach the hotel entrance, Carlos bids you goodnight, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. “Get some rest. We’ll have a busy day tomorrow.”

You smile sleepily, giving him a friendly hug, “Thanks for the midnight adventure. It was nice.”

He holds you for a moment longer than usual before pulling away, “Anytime. Sweet dreams.”

***

“Another one? Seriously?”

You chuckle, pulling out a small folded note from your jacket pocket, the fifth one this week.

“The world’s fastest circuits are slow compared to how fast you make my heart beat.” You read aloud, your cheeks warming at the words.

Carlos, seated nearby, smirks, “Someone’s clearly smitten with you. Any idea who?”

You shrug, “I figured they’re just motivational notes from the team. You know, to keep spirits up.”

Charles joins in, trying to keep his face neutral, “They’re quite poetic for just team motivation, don’t you think?”

You ponder his words, tilting your head. “I guess? But who would be sending them?”

Carlos snorts, “Oh, come on! It’s so obvious.”

You shoot him a confused look, “It is?”

Carlos and Charles exchange a glance, silently communicating. Charles, deciding to have a bit of fun, teases, “Well, they’re definitely from someone who admires you. And since they’re always hidden in places only the team has access to, it’s likely from someone here.”

Carlos nods in agreement, “Sounds about right.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You guys are just trying to rile me up. It’s probably just one of the pit crew playing a prank.”

Charles, a touch defensive, says, “You might be surprised. Maybe you have a secret admirer closer than you think.”

Your father, passing by, overhears the conversation and chuckles, “It’s about time she figures it out.”

You stare, completely baffled, “Figures what out?”

He just winks, patting Charles on the shoulder, “Keep trying.”

Your day is filled with speculation and curious glances, with everyone seeming to be in on a secret that you aren’t privy to. The notes, while touching, become a source of playful teasing.

That evening, as you prepare for bed, you find another note tucked inside your notebook: Your passion and dedication make even the toughest races feel like victories.

You can’t help but smile. “Who are you?” You whisper to yourself.

Little do you know, just a few rooms away, Charles is scribbling down another note, his heart set on winning yours, one word at a time.

***

The night is electric, the post-race party in full swing, music thumping and lights reflecting off the crystal-clear waters of the pool.

“Y/N! Join us for a dance?”

You turn, finding Carlos standing there, his hand outstretched and a playful smile on his face.

You laugh, “You’ve seen me dance. You sure you want to take that risk?”

He chuckles, pulling you closer to the dance floor, “For you? Always.”

As the music shifts to a slower, more intimate tune, you feel a bit self-conscious. But Carlos guides you gracefully, making you feel as if you’re the only two people in the world.

“See? You’re a natural,” Carlos murmurs, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

You chuckle, “Or you’re just an excellent lead.”

Carlos smirks, “Could be both.”

Throughout the night you share more dances, both with Carlos and a few with Charles, who also proves to be quite the dancer. Each time you’re spun, dipped, or drawn close, there’s an electric charge, a connection that’s impossible to ignore.

“Enjoying yourself?” Charles asks during one dance, his voice soft and sincere.

You nod, “Very much so. It’s not every day I get to dance with Ferrari’s finest.”

Charles smirks, “Glad to be of service. You’re quite the dancer yourself, you know.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re just saying that.”

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I mean every word.”

Before you can process his statement, Carlos swoops in, teasing, “Mind if I cut in?”

Charles sighs, releasing you, “Go on but save the next one for me.”

Carlos, dancing you away, smirks, “He’s quite smitten with you.”

You laugh, “Oh, stop. We’re just friends.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that?”

You nod, “Absolutely.”

Carlos, holding you a bit closer, murmurs just low enough so only he can hear, “And he’s not the only one who’s smitten.” The hint of longing in his eyes remains hidden to you as the dance continues.

***

“Welcome to the local side of my home!” Charles exclaims with an open gesture, Monaco sprawling before you in all its glory.

You gaze around, taking in the sights of the city. “It’s beautiful. The tourist traps and casinos really don’t do it justice.”

He grins, obviously proud. “I thought you’d appreciate a personal tour. Ready?”

You nod enthusiastically, “Absolutely.”

Charles leads you through winding streets, each corner revealing another story, another memory. “This is where I had my first gelato,” he shares, pointing at a quaint little shop. “And over there,” he gestures to a narrow cobblestone lane, “is where I learned to ride a bike.”

You chuckle, “Really? These streets seem a bit treacherous for a kid on a bike.”

He laughs, “Let’s just say there were a few scrapes and bruises.”

As you continue, Charles points out his favorite viewpoints, cafes, and even his childhood home. It’s an intimate glimpse into his world and you feel honored.

“You know,” you say, pausing to gaze out over the harbor, “it’s one thing to know someone as a colleague and it’s another to really know them. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Charles looks at you, genuine warmth in his eyes. “I wanted you to see where I come from, the place that shaped me. Who better to share it with than you?”

You smile, touched. The two of you continue, with Charles occasionally slipping his hand into yours, guiding you along.

Towards the end of the tour, you stop at a cozy café overlooking the sea. As you sip your drinks, Charles leans in, his tone serious. “Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

You look up, curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Before he can speak, his phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, Charles sighs. “It’s the team. I have to take this.”

You nod, understanding. “Go ahead.”

When Charles hangs up, he looks apologetic. “I’m so sorry. Duty calls.”

You smile, reassuringly, “It’s okay. Today was special. Thank you.”

Charles nods, hesitating for a moment, as if wanting to say more. Instead, he simply leans in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Until next time.”

***

“Oh, this doesn’t look good,” you mutter, noticing the looming dark clouds as you hurry through the paddock.

Before you can take another step, raindrops start to fall, quickly morphing into a torrential downpour. You’re caught in the middle, water soaking your clothes and making your paperwork soggy.

From a distance, Carlos notices your plight. “Y/N!” He calls out, already running towards you with an umbrella in hand.

By the time he reaches you, you’re thoroughly drenched, strands of hair stuck to your face. “Took a sudden shower, did we?” He teases, even as he huddles you under the umbrella.

You chuckle, shivering slightly, “It seems so. Thanks for the rescue.”

Carlos slips off his jacket and wraps it around you. The warmth of it, combined with his scent — a mix of cologne, fresh rain, and something uniquely Carlos — is comforting.

“You’re getting soaked!” You protest, noticing his wet shirt clinging to his toned body.

Carlos just shrugs, “You needed it more than I did.”

As the two of you find shelter from the storm, the tension between you is palpable. The rain has created a sudden intimacy and you’re both acutely aware of each other.

“Better?” Carlos asks, his voice softer than usual, noticing you inhaling the scent of his jacket.

You nod, cheeks heating up. “Yeah. Smells like ... well, you.”

He smirks, “Is that a good thing?”

You glance up, meeting his gaze, “Definitely.”

There’s a pause, a shared moment where neither of you needs to speak. The rain pattering outside creates a rhythmic backdrop to the charged atmosphere.

Carlos breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, “Y/N, I …”

You lean in, “Yes?”

Just then, a gust of wind blows the umbrella out of Carlos’ hand, startling the both of you. The sudden distraction breaks the intensity of the moment and you both laugh at the absurdity of it.

Carlos, trying to chase the runaway umbrella, calls out, “Rain check?”

You laugh, trying to calm your racing heartbeat, “Quite literally.”

***

“You won’t believe what Carlos did this time,” Antonio, one of the lead engineers, whispers to Paolo, a senior mechanic.

You’re nearby, checking the equipment for the upcoming practice session, but their hushed conversation catches your attention.

Paolo chuckles, “Can’t be crazier than what Charles tried last week.”

Antonio smirks, “Trust me, it’s right up there. Both of them, head over heels, and all for the same girl.”

Your curiosity piqued, you edge closer, feigning interest in a nearby tire. “Who is it?” You wonder internally, trying to think of any new female team members or journalists that might have caught their eye.

Paolo, clearly enjoying the gossip, leans in, “You think she has any idea?”

Antonio shakes his head, “Nope. She’s completely in the dark. It’s actually kind of adorable how clueless she is.”

You bite your lip, even more intrigued. “Who could it be?” You muse.

Deciding to join in the speculation, you casually approach, “Hey, what’s this I’m hearing about someone making our drivers lose their heads?”

Both men look up, surprised to see you so close. Antonio stammers, “Oh, hey Y/N. Just, um, some silly paddock rumors.”

Paolo, trying to divert the topic, adds, “You know how it is. People love making up stories.”

You nod, playing along, “Of course. But, come on, spill. Who’s the lucky girl? Anyone I know?”

Antonio and Paolo exchange glances, trying to gauge how much to reveal. Antonio finally speaks, “Let’s just say she’s someone who is always around but seems to be missing all the signs.”

You laugh, “Sounds like she’s got her head in the clouds. I can’t wait to find out who she is.”

Paolo grins, “Oh, it’ll come out eventually. These things always do.”

***

The meet-and-greet in Maranello is packed to the brim. Fans from all over the world have gathered to meet their favorite drivers and the team uniform you’re wearing means you’ve gathered a considerable crowd around you too.

As you sign autographs and chat with fans, you notice a group of them exchanging knowing glances and excited whispers.

“Y/N,” one brave fan begins, “we’ve got a question for you.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Sure, fire away.”

The fan clears their throat, “We’ve been following you and the drivers closely, and, well, we couldn’t help but notice something.”

You exchange a curious look with them, “Notice what?”

Another fan chimes in, “You see, Charles and Carlos, they ... they seem to be really close, you know, off the track.”

You nod, “Yeah, they’re good friends.”

A third fan interjects, ‘It’s more than that, though. We think they’re totally into someone.”

You chuckle, thinking they’re just indulging in the typical gossip. “Well, they are both very passionate about racing if that’s what you mean.”

The fans exchange disappointed glances. “She really doesn’t get it,” one of them whispers.

But they’re not giving up that easily. Another fan seems to have a plan. “Okay, Y/N, hypothetical scenario. What if these two drivers were in a race not for points but for something else?”

You’re intrigued, “What do you mean?”

The fan grins, “Imagine if they were trying to win someone’s heart and that someone is right here, oblivious to it all.”

You laugh, amused by their playful scenario. “That would be quite the competition.”

They exchange triumphant glances, “Exactly! So, who do you think this lucky person is?”

You shrug, genuinely not knowing who they’re referring to, “I have no idea. Probably some lucky girl out there.”

The fans let out an exaggerated groan, “She really has no clue.”

Another fan leans in, conspiratorial, “What if we told you that this lucky person is not some random girl but someone they work closely with?”

“What do you mean?”

The fans exchange sly grins, “We mean, what if the person they’re vying for is ... you?”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you laugh, thinking they’re just pulling your leg, “Me? That’s crazy. They’re just my friends.”

The fans share a look of exasperation and one of them sighs, “She’s hopeless.”

***

“Alright, everyone, gather around! Intervention time!” Your father announces, drawing you into the center of the group of staff that were gathered on the first floor of the Ferrari motorhome.

You look around, bewildered. “What’s going on?”

Paolo, chuckling, pats your shoulder, “You’ve got the observational skills of a goldfish.”

You pout, “Hey! I notice things.”

Antonio snorts, “Oh, really? Do you recall Monaco? During the team photo?”

You nod, confused, “Yeah, we were all there.”

Antonio grins, “Carlos was standing right next to you. Instead of giving a thumbs-up like everyone else, he made a heart sign with his hands right behind you. Literally, right behind your head.”

Eyes wide, you protest, “He did?”

Your father chimes in, “And remember in Silverstone? When you lost that bracelet your mother gave you?”

You nod, “Yes, I was devastated.”

He continues, “Charles spent the entire night searching for it. He found it at 3 am and then hand-delivered it to your room.”

Antonio adds, chuckling, “Wearing those ridiculous race car pajamas, I might add.”

You blink, processing the information, “I thought I just dropped it while getting dressed ...”

Paolo, shaking his head in amusement, recounts, “During the team BBQ, Carlos grilled those vegetarian sausages especially for you. Remember wondering why we had them?”

Your cheeks turn a shade redder, “I just thought he was being considerate for the vegetarians on the team.”

Your father laughs, “We don’t have any other vegetarians on the team, darling.”

Antonio recalls another incident, “In Spain, during that heatwave? Charles, out of nowhere, had a mini fan delivered to you. Said it was team equipment.”

You gasp, “That was him?”

Paolo, grinning, continues, “Ever wonder who leaves those freshly peeled oranges on your desk every race day? That’s Carlos’ handiwork.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “But … why?”

Your father steps forward, placing a comforting arm around you, “Sweetheart, it’s because they’re both completely smitten with you. And while it’s entertaining for us to watch, it’s also driving the entire team bonkers with every passing day that you don’t realize.”

You look around, taking in the nodding heads and amused expressions, “I ... I had no idea.”

Antonio chuckles, “Clearly.”

Paolo adds, “It’s like watching a rom-com unfold right before our eyes, only you seem to have missed the entire plot.”

You laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, “Okay, maybe I’ve been a bit oblivious.”

Your father smirks, “A bit oblivious? That’s like saying Ferrari is known for being a bit red.”

Antonio gives you a friendly pat on the back, “Welcome to the real race, Y/N. Buckle up.”

***

Carlos clears his throat, his usual confidence replaced with a rare nervousness, “Y/N, can we talk? Like, really talk?”

You drop what you’re doing, “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

Charles, appearing from the shadows, adds, “Actually, I’d like to be part of this conversation as well.”

You’re taken aback. “Alright, you both have my attention.”

Carlos begins, running his fingers through his hair, “You know, racing isn’t just about speed. It’s about timing, making the right move at the right moment.”

Charles nods in agreement, “Sometimes, you wait too long and the opportunity passes you by.”

You squint, trying to decipher their cryptic words, “Are we talking about racing or ...?”

Carlos exhales deeply, “This isn’t about racing. This is about ... us. You, me, Charles.”

Charles interjects, his gaze intense, “It’s about feelings. Ones that have been growing and evolving.”

You swallow, your heart pounding, “I think I know where this is going.”

Carlos, his voice laced with vulnerability, confesses, “Every time I do something hoping it will make you smile, every time I go out of my way just to be near you ... it’s not just because of friendship.”

Charles adds, “And every gesture, every moment we’ve shared, it’s been my way of trying to show you how I feel.”

Your eyes well up with emotion, “I ... I gained an inkling just recently but I still wasn’t sure.”

Carlos takes a deep breath, “We’re not just talking about individual feelings here. What we’re trying to say is we both care for you and we’ve discussed it. We both want to be with you and for the three of us to explore this ... together.”

Charles nods, “We want to navigate this track as a trio. If you’re willing.”

Carlos steps closer, his eyes searching yours, “We just needed you to know. Whatever you decide, we’ll respect it.”

Charles nods, “Just ... take your time. We’re here, no matter what.”

You take a deep breath, “I need some time to think, to process all of this.”

Carlos offers a soft smile, “Of course, Y/N. We understand.”

Charles gently places a hand on your shoulder, “We’ll wait, however long it takes. Your feelings matter to us. You matter to us.”

***

“Safety car deployed, safety car deployed!” The voice over the radio jolts you into high alert.

“What happened?” You ask anxiously, watching the large screen that displays the race.

Your father’s voice shakes slightly, “Multi-car collision at Turn 4. I can’t see which cars are involved yet.”

Your heart races, thinking of Charles and Carlos. “Please, let them be okay.”

Paolo, eyes glued to the live feed, mutters, “This looks bad.”

The images on the screen show plumes of smoke and debris scattered across the track. The safety car slows the procession of vehicles and you can see marshals running toward the crash site.

Suddenly, Charles comes on the radio, sounding strained but intact, “I’m okay but Carlos ... I can’t see Carlos.”

A weight settles in your stomach. Panic floods your veins. “Please, no.”

His race engineer’s voice cracks with urgency, “Carlos, if you can hear me please respond.”

What feels like hours pass but in reality it’s only seconds before Carlos’ shaky voice breaks through, “I’m here ... I’m okay. Got a bit shaken but I’m fine.”

You slump in relief, tears pricking your eyes. The reality of how precious life is and how quickly things can change hits you like a tidal wave.

Once the chaos subsides and both Charles and Carlos are confirmed safe, you rush out to the pits, needing to see them with your own eyes.

Charles, spotting you first, rushes over, his race suit smeared with dirt and sweat. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, the tension and relief palpable between you two.

Carlos joins, wrapping his arms around both of you, his breathing still slightly labored from the shock.

You pull away, tears streaming down your face, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

Carlos musters up a hint of a smirk, “Didn’t plan to, trust me.”

Charles adds softly, looking deep into your eyes, “It makes you realize what’s really important.”

You nod, your decision clear. The events of the day, combined with the confessions of the previous week, cement your feelings. “Life is short. Too short not to be with who you care about.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow, “Does that mean ...?”

You smile, nodding, “Yes. I want to be with both of you. We’ll figure it all out together.”

***

“France in winter is so enchanting,” Carlos muses as you all stroll through the snow-covered streets of your hometown, having flown there right after the end of the season.

You laugh, “You should see it in spring.”

Charles wraps one an arm around your waist and the other around Carlos, “With you as our guide, I’m sure every season is beautiful.”

The moment you all step into your family home, the familiar smell of your favorite dish wafts through the air. “Ah, maman’s coq au vin!” You exclaim.

Carlos looks intrigued, “What’s that?”

“It’s a traditional French chicken stew,” Charles explains, revealing his fondness for it too.

At the dinner table, your father raises a toast, “To family, old and new.” It’s a nod to Charles and Carlos, welcoming them into the fold.

Throughout the night, more wine is poured and stories are exchanged. Heading about your childhood misadventures makes Carlos chuckle and Charles smirk as your mother brings out the photo album no matter how much you beg her to save you the embarrassment.

Your grandmother pulls you aside and whispers, “It’s beautiful, cherie, how the heart can expand to make room for more love.”

***

Next stop: Monaco. Before you can even ring the doorbell to Charles’ family home, Lorenzo swings it open, his grin wide. “Ah! The infamous new trio. We’ve heard so much about you.”

You laugh, “All good things, I hope?”

Arthur, joining Lorenzo at the doorway, smirks, “Mostly just about how our dear Charles here can’t stop talking about you.”

Charles rolls his eyes, a hint of red tinting his cheeks. “Can we not start with the teasing five seconds in?”

Carlos chuckles, elbowing Charles lightly, “It’s what brothers are for, right?”

Lorenzo nods, winking at you, “Oh, absolutely. You should’ve seen Charles when he was younger. Always getting into mischief.”

Arthur, with a gleeful glint in his eyes, adds, “Remember that time with the go-kart?”

Charles groans, “Do we really have to bring that up now?”

“Oh, but now I’m curious.”

Lorenzo, not missing a beat, narrates, “Our dear Charles decided to modify his go-kart engine. Let’s just say it ended up in the neighbor’s pool.”

Carlos bursts into laughter, “I wish I’d seen that!”

At one point, when Charles steps out to take a call, Lorenzo leans in, “In all seriousness, we haven’t seen Charles this happy in a long time.”

Arthur nods in agreement, “Whatever you two are doing, keep it up. It’s good for him.”

***

The three of you touch down in Spain to ring in the New Year. The evening is filled with laughter, traditional music, and the tantalizing aroma of home-cooked meals. As midnight approached, Carlos’ mother brings out individual bowls filled with glistening grapes.

“You know about the Spanish tradition, right?” Carlos asks.

You shake your head.

Carlos explains, “At the stroke of midnight, for every chime of the clock, you eat a grape. Twelve chimes, twelve grapes. It’s said to bring good luck for the coming year.”

You chuckle, eyeing the bowl, “Sounds easy enough.”

It was not easy.

The first chime rings out and everyone pops a grape into their mouth. By the fourth chime, you’re struggling, laughter bubbling up around a mouthful of the fruit as you desperately try to keep up.

Charles, equally struggling, shoots you a wide-eyed look, grapes nearly falling out of his mouth.

Carlos, on the other hand, seems to have mastered the art, smoothly munching away, though his eyes reveal his suppressed laughter.

As the twelfth chime rings out, you finally manage to swallow the mouthful, gasping for breath air rounded by the hearty laughter of Carlos’ family.

Carlos’ father claps you and Charles on the back, “Well done! You two are practically Spanish now.”

You laugh, wiping away a tear, “I think I’ll need a few more years of practice.”

Carlos grins, wrapping an arm around you, “Don’t worry, we will have many more New Years for you to perfect it.”

***

The sun casts a golden hue on the beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. Your feet are buried in the soft sand and you lean back, enjoying the feeling of warmth on your skin.

Taking a moment to appreciate the surroundings, you sigh, “The view is so breathtaking.”

Charles, reclining beside you with sunglasses perched atop his head, follows your gaze. His eyes, however, are not on the horizon but on Carlos, who’s emerging from the water, droplets glistening on his toned body. Without missing a beat, Charles replies flirtatiously, “Yes, he definitely is.”

Carlos laughs as he approaches, water dripping from him, “You two are impossible.”

You smirk, “Well, can you blame him? You do look quite ... impressive."

Carlos, towel now draped around his neck, grins, “Is that so? Maybe I should spend more time at the beach then.”

Charles mock pouts, “And less time with your car?”

Carlos pretends to think about it, “Tough choice. But I think I can find a balance.”

***

“Look who’s back and glowing!” Paolo greets as the three of you walk into the paddock together for pre-season testing.

Antonio joins in the teasing, “Carlos, you’ve got that sun-kissed tan going on and Charles ... did you forget the sunscreen again?”

Charles laughs sheepishly, touching his slightly reddened nose, “Apparently, I just burn.”

Carlos smirks, “We tried but some people are just destined to be crispy.”

You laugh, nudging Carlos, “Don’t be mean. But … we did have that one day when he turned a shade that matched the Ferrari.”

***

“Here’s to the dream team!” Antonio raises his champagne flute, his eyes shimmering under the bright lights of the party.

Charles, holding his second-place trophy, grins, nudging Carlos who’s proudly holding his first-place one. “Feels pretty good to have another double podium, doesn’t it?”

Carlos laughs, “Only because I’m one step higher!”

“Hey! It was the other way around last weekend,” Charles pretends to sulk.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Children, children. Share your toys nicely.”

Paolo chimes in, “It’s not just about the podium finishes. The energy this season ... it’s been different, more vibrant.”

Charles takes a moment, his gaze flitting between Carlos and you. “Well, happiness does tend to have that effect.”

Carlos wraps an arm around you both, pulling you close. “I couldn’t have said it better.”

***

“You would think that after all these years, I’d have gotten the hang of it,” your father laments, eyeing the bowl of freshly washed grapes in front of him.

Carlos’ mother laughs, patting his arm, “You’ll do just fine this time, Fred. We’ve all been practicing.”

Charles smirks, glancing at his brothers, “Oh, trust me, they’ve turned it into a competitive sport. Last year, Lorenzo managed to eat an extra grape by mistake!”

Lorenzo rolls his eyes, “One time! And I blame Arthur for distracting me.”

“Okay, it’s almost time,” Carlos says. “Remember, the key is not to rush.”

You chuckle, “Says the man who’s been acing this since he was a kid.”

Carlos winks, “Natural talent.”

The clock begins to chime, marking the impending arrival of the New Year. Everyone takes their positions, holding their grapes, waiting for the signal.

As each chime rings out, laughter fills the room. The past mishaps with the grapes only make the current attempt all the more entertaining.

When the twelfth chime fades, everyone erupts in cheers. Even your father, much to his delight, has successfully completed it in time.

Charles wraps an arm around you, “Another year, another challenge conquered.”

Carlos steps up to kiss both of you, tasting distinctly of grape, “With many more to come.”

You smile, looking around at the blending of families, the fusion of traditions, and the love that fills the room. “I can’t wait to spend every New Year together with you for the rest of our lives.”

[pinkiipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu Miya x F! Reader Crack fic)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

---This is a repost from my previous acc Pinkipeachiikeen (one 'i' after pink, not two like my new one) Keeping up with two accounts was too much so I decided to merge it into my main (was formerly pansexualproblemchild) and keep the name for the most part

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

WC: 2090

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[switch-writer]

Could I request some lee and ler Lou Kang Headcanons please? Thank you💜

Liu Kang Tickle Headcanons <3

A/N: So. Fun fact; I haven’t played the new game 💀 However! I have played all the games before MK1, and have a decent understanding of his character (which is probably roughly the same) so I chose to take it on! Feel free to request more! I do like Liu Kang, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Do enjoy!

• Okay, right out of the gate, Liu Kang is likely a softie when it’s tickling. Very gentle with his tickles. He has a soft touch and usually of course likes being more gentle and soft with people, especially his lovely Katana.

• Although. Admittedly. Back in another timeline, him and Kung Lao would certainly happen to try and outdo one another, so their training would occasionally turn into something a little more… tickly fighting wise.

• However. Usually he’s more gentle unless asked to prove otherwise.

• His tickles also range in length, sometimes it’s a simple little quick tickle, sometimes it’s more like tickling you like you’re a child until you give in and tell him to knock it off.

• That being said, he makes whoever he’s tickling ask nicely for it to stop. Kung Lao used to fail miserably at that step since he had a tad more attitude back in the day.

• Nonetheless, Liu Kang is very gentle, and he’s also someone who’s fond of getting little smiles from people with a slight tickle, or tickling someone silly to cheer them up.

• He used to tickle others as a child to cheer them up, especially playful silly wrestling, so it just became a prominent habit. He didn’t ever want to lose that silly nature, even if he matured. After all, the world is too serious to simply discard it.

• He also likes showing affection that way. It’s how you know he’s comfortable with someone.

• Despite all this, he may not do it the most often, but there’s always those happenstances where he knows a more lighthearted touch is needed. A gentle touch. Or rather a tickly touch.

• But since he’s taken the role of a god of fire and such, he has redirected most of his focus. He has more worries with going mad or keeping balance, even if he is still learning.

• Kitana has used his very same gentle tracing tickles or soft tickles to take his mind off the worries of the responsibilities.

• With that being said, when he’s tickled, he’s much more of a soft giggler. He has his moments where he’ll burst into laughs, but it’s always very light sounding soft laughter. Although, occasionally you’ll get some squeaks.

• His hair constantly will fall and slip onto his face, mostly because he’ll shake his head a lot. And perhaps hide his face using his longer hair.

• Kitana will often has to brush his hair out of his face, which will get a shy giggle and smile from him before she even tries to tickle him again.

• He’ll wiggle from side to side a lot, and will not hold still, he can’t help but wiggle a tad. If he’s teased about it, his face will probably flush a little and he’ll give a shrug with that shy smile and say something like, ‘that’s just how I am.’ Or something. He has no true shame about it, just a little flustering.

• If he expects someone is planning to try and sneak up on him to goof around by tickling him, he’ll often have a little smile and keep watching whoever it is out of the corner on their eye, and act all subtle as he’ll walk off to dodge it, or move out of reach.

• He’d also probably say something around the lines of ‘Yohou have some nerve to do that’ after someone tickles him, but he does enjoy the feeling of normalcy he gets from the silly action.

• His sweet spots would probably be his navel/tummy, along with under his arms. Although, a honorable mention would be his knees.

• His armpit has a little dip in it where he’ll certainly let out a slightly high pitched noise which is either a little squeal or a squeak. It’s the further you’ll get away from that soft laughter because his pitch goes up. Although, his navel probably will make him squeak a far amount when you wiggle your finger into it.

• Although, he certainly wouldn’t have a preference, to him, it’s a silly action that brings some joy and normalcy to the chaos of the realms. It’s a enjoyable moment. A soft moment.

Hopefully this was a enjoyable read! Thank you for the request!

[missluckycharms]

L ♡ V E US ON TOUR.

Harry AU: Famous!Harry in a poly relationship.

Main Masterlist.

Harry AU’s Masterlist.

Summary: Harry just played his first show back in Las Vegas, his two girls were behind the scenes watching on with the rest of the crew. When Harry walks off stage and an after party is held, Izzy and Joey find it hard to keep their hands off their rockstar boyfriend in public.

Warnings: Threesome, Daddy kink, praise kink, use of the name “bunny” rough sex, use of sex toys, slight mean Dom!Harry, power kink, choking, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex, slight voyeurism kink, slight exhibitionism kink, strong language, dirty talk, consumption of alcohol, dry humping, slight car sex, cockwarming, anal sex, anal play, masturbation, squirting.

Izzy and Joey are original characters, their hair colour and eye colour may be discussed throughout.

A/N: this one shot is dedicated to touching.

Word count: 6.5K of pure filth, enjoyyy.

Vegas.

It’s the first show of Harry’s tour, the show that kicks off the whole tour itself and it’s finally here. He’s been waiting a whole year for this, the constant wondering if it’ll go ahead and the fans worried sick if Harry will go ahead with any part of his tour or not, but low and behold, he’s here and in front of them all.

In a sparkly dark pink fringe sleeveless jacket and high waisted hot pink flares — and he’s shirtless underneath the jacket, making the crowd go wild the second he stepped out and the butterfly tattoo greeted them all before he even could. He’s on fire, his whole body filled with electricity and adrenaline before he even stepped out. Of course he was nervous, but he soon projected his nerves into excitement and oh boy did it pay off.

The crew are backstage watching it all on a screen, everyone in the same room all focused on the one screen as they cheer and sing along with Harry, his face never fading from a smile and his usual dance moves back out in the world for everyone to see, he just looks like he was made for the stage and no one can say he isn’t — the man was born to be a rockstar, everyone knows it.

Vegas is the hot spot for everything glitz and glammer, everywhere you go you’ll see someone dressed up like a disco ball, the lights of the city around them illuminating them as they walk, it’s something Harry always loved, he loved being done up and visible for everyone to see, he loved when someone would complement his outfit and he sure as hell loved when his girls complemented him on his looks. Joey and Izzy had no idea what their boyfriend was going to wear, Harry being very specific on not letting them see until he’s on stage which meant the last hour and a half before he went on stage, the girls weren’t allowed wish him luck or see him — it drove them crazy but they loved the end result.

The two of them are secretly excited, awaiting the arrival of their boyfriend off stage, the rest of the crew already packing up his dressing room and all camera equipment that was brought, the girls are sat on the sofa, nearly squealing in excitement but they can’t show it — they try to look uninterested as Harry walks in, but on the inside all three of them know what they’re thinking, subtle looks and a wink from Harry confirmed what they were all thinking; they wanted to jump one another’s bones.

“Great show mate!”

“What a show H! Well done!”

“You were on fire man! Everyone loved it!”

The complements were flying about, but Harry shrugged them off, speaking with some of the crew as they organised an after party, but his eyes kept wandering to his two girls helping pack up equipment, their eyes finding him as he smiles widely before hugging the person firing complements at him.

“Great show, missed seeing you up there; we all did” Izzy is the first to speak to the rockstar, her hands holding a bag filled with makeup from when she applied it to him before he was taken into the outfit room, her smile wide as Harry bends down to hug her, no one suspecting a thing but Joey is stood on the sidelines, watching on and she smiles at them both when she hears Harry’s small whisper.

“Thank you baby bunny, means a lot” his voice is low, quickly pulling away as Izzy smiles before nodding at Joey to follow her, both girls carrying bags to pack into the tour bus outside the stadium, leaving Harry backstage with his band, all of them popping open a bottle of champagne — Sarah being the one to pop it open, after months of pregnancy and minding a new baby, this was her first night to let loose and have some fun.

“He’s something else isn’t he? Like a fucking sex god, tits out and humping his mic stand? Fuck me, the things I want to do to him” Joey whispers to Izzy who just agrees, her face flushing red as her girlfriend whispers into her ear, the pair smiling as they pass more crew on the way to the tour buses.

“You have a naughty mouth Jo” she says as they step up to the bus, the under carriage of it already open as they poke their heads in, placing down the bags.

“Is that so? Wanna see what this naughty mouth can do?” She teases Izzy, the small girl already nearly passing out over how naughty Joey can be, even if someone might hear her speak pure filth into her girlfriends ear — but Izzy loves it, she also loves when Harry does it too, she’s got two ears for a reason.

“After party is being held at a strip club! Got the whole place to ourselves!” Harry announces as everyone walks back into the green room, his tall figure stood up on the coffee table as everyone around him cheers, Sarah the loudest as Mitch smiles fondly at her, loving how excited she is to have a fun night out after months of being focused on their bundle of joy, it’s safe to say Mitch is the sober one tonight and Sarah will be drinking for the two of them.

“Careful now Styles! Don’t go too crazy, we’re leaving for night two tomorrow!” Jeff says with a laugh, a champagne glass of his own being held up as Harry shrugs looking at him, holding a glass himself as they both laugh at one another before downing the contents of the glass.

“Alright! To the taxis!” Harry shouts herding everyone out the door, Joey and Izzy the last to leave but they’re soon pulled back by two strong arms, the pair laughing as Harry pulls them into the green room, the place now empty as he wraps his arms around both of them and kisses them both together, and then giving a few seconds to kiss each one of them individually, both of them getting the same amount of love from him.

“Gotta keep it low key tonight m’bunnies, think you can do that for daddy?” He asks lowly, the pair immediately smiling and nodding — he’s in his Dom headspace, they knew he would be over how much power he had over the thousands of people who would drop to their knees for the man in a second.

“I can hold off for an hour or two, but if you get dragged into a bathroom stall, don’t get angry, Daddy” Joey says batting her eye lashes at him, he immediately grabs her face and kisses her messily, his other hand on Izzy’s face before he pulls away and smiles into the kiss with her, Izzy’s kiss is more delicate and soft while Joey pulls back Izzy’s hair watching on as they kiss.

“See you soon, Daddy” Izzy’s voice is low as she whispers, kissing his chest before her and Joey make their way outside to the taxis that are waiting, Harry trailing behind saying his thank yous to the stadium crew before hopping into a taxi, all of their eyes lighting up when they realise it’s only the three of them in the last taxi — hopefully no one asks why.

Harry immediately asks the driver to pull the patrician up, and before it’s even fully shut Harry is already pulling Izzy into his lap and Joey is kissing him while Izzy trails her soft plump lips down his jaw and neck, licking at his sweat covered skin as her hips grind down onto him slowly, her small whimpers causing him to pull away from Joey and lean his head back in the seat, watching as Izzy looks at him with doe eyes. Joey loves watching them, Izzy’s soft submissive headspace slipping quickly as Harry comforts her, holds her against him and speaks to her softly, coaxing her through their dry humping.

“Like our own little baby bunny, isn’t she Jo?” He asks as Joey rests her head against his, one arm on Izzy’s hip and Harry’s on the other as they help her reach her high, her small whimpers and her face contorting in pleasure as she jumps on him like a bunny, Harry loving how she looks and always calling her his bunny over how she jumps on him at every given moment — Joey is more like a wild bunny, always wanting to take risks while Izzy tends to be more delicate and tamed.

“Come on baby bunny, we’re almost there, don’t you wanna cum on Daddy’s lap before we get in? Leave a mess for everyone to see?” Harry says as Joey starts to tweak Izzy’s nipples through her dress, her head nodding as she bites down on her lip, her hips picking up movements as Harry groans under her, his cock harder than ever.

“M’gonna cum Daddy” she whines out, crashing down onto his chest, her face smushed against his pecs as her teeth latch onto his necklace, biting down on the silver as Harry bucks his hips up to meet hers, their moans low as Joey kisses down Harry’s jaw and neck, their lips meeting before Izzy whines out looking for Harry’s lips.

“Be patient Iz, you have daddy’s cock, think Jo deserves my lips, yeah? She isn’t getting her pretty clit rubbed is she?” He asks talking down to Izzy, her eyes glazed over as she looks at him with a smile, her body feeling like jelly and her high immediately hitting her when she sees Harry slip this tongue into Joey’s mouth, their moans loud as Izzy falls apart on top of him, her cum leaking out onto his hot pink pants as Harry holds onto her, his fingers bruising her hips as he feels his crotch being soaked with Izzy’s release.

“Tha’s a good girl, there we go baby bunny” he says softly to her, kissing her head and face as she cuddles up into him, her legs shaking around him as she comes down from her high, Joey rubbing circles on her back with her palm as they comfort her, like always.

They soon arrive at the strip club, the two girls getting out first and running in before the paps show up, when it takes Harry a few minutes to get in, the bright flashes when the doors open signal that they have already found them all, Harry immediately letting out a heavy sigh as he walks in, everyone around him already drinking as the dancers welcome him in, their hands all over him as he smiles looking around for his girls. He spots them speaking with a very tipsy Sarah and a smiling Mitch who looks entertained by whatever story Sarah is telling.

He’s walking around proudly, the dull lighting in the club not showing the stain on his crotch, but he knows it’s there and he wears it proudly around as he talks to everyone, dancers walking around and swinging on poles as everyone enjoys the small after party — usually they would go ham but due to the world being so strict lately, it was best they rented out the entire club, even if it is for only ten people.

“Jo, where’s Daddy?” Izzy whispers to the tall girl, the pair of them over by the bar as they seclude themselves for a few minutes while ordering drinks, her voice low as Joey bends down a little to hear her words.

“Oh baby love, are you still subby?” She asks noticing how closed off she still is, her arms covering the small amount of skin on her stomach showing through her dress as she nods slowly, her eyes glazed over and her blinks slow as Joey observes her with a small pout.

“Want me to get daddy? Need to have a cuddle with him in the back room?” She asks her softly, pushing some of her hair from her face as Izzy nods her head, her body up against the bar as she looks out into the dark club, trying to get a glimpse of Harry but everyone is so tall, she can barely see over them all.

“Wait here Iz okay? I’ll get daddy, don’t move” she warns her, Joey walking away holding her drink, smiling at everyone as she goes, Izzy immediately turning around to the bar, her back to everyone as she sips on her vodka and lemonade — winching at the taste, she hates alcohol while she’s subby, she prefers just lemonade on its own with her usual twisty straw and those little umbrellas Harry always adds in.

“Hey baby bunny, you okay?” Her body jumps at the feeling of his arm on her shoulder, her body turning to see Harry smiling down at her, glass of whiskey in his hand and his sparkly outfit shining under all the neon lights passing them by.

“Need a cuddle daddy” she says softly, her lips in a pout as she clutches onto the drink, Harry immediately registering that she’s still subby, his stomach aching that he can’t just take her in his arms here and cuddle her for as long as she needs, he would love to do it, but he’s scared.

“Come on baby, let’s go out the back, no one is around back there” he says kissing her head while looking around, no one taking notice as his figure blocks the smaller one in front of him, the pair of them immediately racing to the back room of the club, the security guard not making eye contact as he tries not to register that Harry Styles is currently taking a girl into the back room — fans all over would love to know this information, but he’s silenced by an NDA, all of them are who work here.

“D’ya just need a cuddle? Or do you need to feel full baby bunny?” He asks her shutting the door, the lock broken as he sighs noticing it, he hopes no one walks in right now. He dims the lights as Izzy sits down on the plush red sofa, the stage in the middle of the room empty as the thump of the music outside radiates off the walls.

“Need to feel full daddy, please” she says quietly, immediately jumping into his lap when he nods her to come over. She smiles as he looks at her with a soft smile, their eyes locking on one another’s as she straddles him.

“Just need to take out my cock baby, need help taking down your panties?” He asks when his hand comes between them, his ringed fingers fiddling with the zip and button as Izzy shakes her head, taking off her own soaked panties and handing them to Harry — he loves collecting their underwear like trophies, he usually washes them and brings them on tour when the pair can’t make the shows with him — last tour, his suitcase was filled with lace panties, it’s safe to say Harry had multiple Skype sessions with his girls when the rest of the crew partied.

“Hop on bunny, need to fill your belly don’t I?” He asks as she nods with a giggle, her bottom lip between her teeth as she sinks down on him, both of their mouths hung open at the initial feel of her walls swallowing him up into her, her hips slightly grinding down to get comfy which causes him to moan out a little before they’re both relaxed and comfortable.

“Can feel you in my belly daddy, feels nice and warm” she says softly, her head on his chest as her eyes look up at him, his own eyes on her as he smiles pecking her head, his hand leaving her hip to grab his whiskey glass and sip on it every now and then as they cuddle against one another.

“That’s good bunny, just want you to be happy” he says quietly, her eyes shutting as she rests against him, her mind becoming less foggy as she starts to come back to her normal head space, her body feeling more normal and her blinks becoming normal as Harry watches on, like she’s a butterfly appearing from a cocoon.

“Are ya coming back to me? Yeah?” He asks when she nods, her body sitting up straight and looking at him properly now, her cheeks flushed pink and her lips kissing his, her normal self coming back as she bursts out laughing against his lips. He laughs back, offering her a sip of his whiskey which leads to her downing the rest of the liquid as she wiggles her eyebrows at him.

“You’re a minx you know that” he laughs out when she grinds her hips down onto him, her smile wide as he moans out at the feeling, his cock getting harder the more she grinds down.

“Not here bunny, want you both on my cock later” he pants out which causes her to kiss his lips with a nod, her lips roaming his chest as he kisses her head softly, trying his hardest not to buck up into her and pound her senseless back there.

They spend a few more minutes together until they both agree to leave, Izzy walking out first and then Harry walking out five minutes after, Mitch immediately running over to him and asking where he was, Izzy now speaking with Joey again as they sip on vodka and lemonades laughing and joking along with Sarah who’s having a blast, she’s tucking dollar bills into strippers underwear’s and dancing along with them with a vodka cranberry in her hand.

They were all having a blast.

—

“Our boyfriend is a rockstar!” Izzy sings out walking into the hotel room, Harry’s pink fringe vest on her torso as Joey sings along with her, Harry equally as drunk as his girls following them in with a laugh, completely shirtless as Izzy stole the vest from him in the taxi.

“Tastes like straaaawberries! Ooo free wine!” Izzy says excitedly looking at a complementary bottle of wine in a ice bucket on the dresser, a small note thanking Harry for booking in which Izzy ignores and takes the bottle out.

She turns around to see Joey already on Harry’s lap, the pair making out as Izzy pops open the wine bottle with a giggle, her mouth instantly wrapping around the neck as she drinks back a gulp before heading over to her babies. She kneels on the bed beside Harry, the wine bottle clutched in her hand as he pulls away to look at her, Joey kissing down his neck as Izzy pour some wine down his throat, Joey licking up whatever drips down his chest as Izzy watches on with her bottom lip between her teeth.

Harry nods for Izzy to tip her head back, she obeys and sits with her hands on her lap, head tilted back and mouth open as she looks up at Harry excitedly. He leans over, one hand gripping Joey’s hip as the other grips Izzy’s jaw, holding her mouth open as he slowly dribbles the wine into her mouth, her tongue out flat as he nearly passes out at the sight before him, red wine dripping down her chest and staining his vest slightly — its a filthy sight.

“Such pretty little bunnies for daddy aren’t you? Hmm?” He asks his two girls, Izzy swallowing back the wine as Joey smiles at him, her tattooed arm wrapped around his neck as he holds her close to him on his lap.

“Jo gets your cock first daddy, since I got it back at the club” Izzy says sweetly, her mouth wrapped around the bottle of wine again as she sips it back, spilling some down her chest as Harry smiles at her, loving how she doesn’t mind that Harry gets to fuck Joey first.

“So sweet bunny aren’t ya? Say thank you Jo” he says looking at Joey now, kissing down her neck as she smiles, head turning to a smiling and giggling Izzy.

“Thanks Iz, been waiting for daddy’s cock all night long” she says eyes now back on Harry who’s drinking in the sight of her, her sparkly blue dress riding up her thighs as Izzy watches on in her pink sparkly dress and Harry’s vest.

“Been gaggin’ for it bunny haven’t ya? Probably soaked your panties through thinking about it” he says kissing her neck and licking up her sweat as she pulls his head from her chest, looking dead in his eyes with a smile.

“What panties?” She says with a smirk, that was all Harry needed before he’s flipping them over, pinning Joey underneath him and attaching their lips in a hard messy and rushed kiss, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as Izzy lays next to Joey, pulling Harry’s hair from his face and pulling the straps of Joey’s dress down for her.

“Playing a dangerous game tonight bunny, not wearing any panties to my show? Probably dripping down your leg all night, deserves punishment don’t you think? Anyone could of saw daddy’s pretty pussy” he says with a moan into her ear, Joey’s body squirming under him as he kisses down her now bare body, Izzy also worshipping her, sucking on her nipples as Joey enjoys the attention.

“What do you think her punishment should be Iz? Ten spanks, maybe fifteen? Twenty?” He says with a evil smirk, looking at Izzy who’s suckling on Joey’s nipple and tweaking the other in her hand, she pops off and looks up at him with a smile.

“Fifteen daddy, then I get the last five” she says through pants, her body on fire as she watches Harry curse into the air at her words, his cock ready to explode in his pants due to how riled up his two girls have gotten him since they saw him after the show — even at that, he was hard on stage singing the songs he wrote for them.

“You two are gonna kill me one day, two whores I have don’t i?” He says as Joey smirks at the world, Izzy slight hesitant about it but when Harry rubs her cheek with his palm she softens up again and nods along with Joey.

“Come on then bunny, lay across my lap” he says tapping Joey’s cheek before she’s up and laid across his lap, her face smushed against his thigh as her feet hang off the other, her ass in the air as Harry squeezes both cheeks with his palms, watching as it jiggles when he takes his hands away.

Izzy is between his thighs, her face near Joey’s as they kiss one another, Izzy’s palms cupping her face as Joey moans into the kiss, Harry turning his initial rings around to make sure her ass gets marked with his name, his cock on fire as he drinks in the sight of Joey naked across his lap while Izzy dressed in his clothing kisses her on her knees — it’s a fucking sight Harry wants to take a photo of, pop it in his wallet and never forget this moment.

“Count after each one, you know that already though, right bunny?” He asks as she nods obsessively her lips still on Izzy’s which causes him to wrap his hand around her throat, pulling her away from Izzy and turning her head so their eyes lock contact.

“Words, use em” he says sternly, Joey getting wetter by his tone as Izzy rests her head on his thigh, cuddling into it as she heard his harsh tone, she isn’t scared, she just hopes he doesn’t use it towards her tonight, he can get carried away sometimes, but he always catches himself before he’s too far gone.

“Sorry daddy” she says as he nods, happy with her words before he lets her face fall again, her eyes meeting Izzy’s as they rest on his thigh together, Izzy’s knees on the floor as Harry squeezes Joey’s ass before bringing his hand back and landing a harsh spank to the flesh, leaving behind hot red prints in the shape of his hand and also his initials.

“One” she whimpers out with a smile, feeling Harry’s palms rub her cheeks before he sends another one, and then another before tears are streaming down her face, her smile wider than ever by the time they reach fifteen.

“Only whores smile after getting spanked” he says grabbing Joey by her throat, helping her turn around until she’s straddling him, he opens his mouth and spits harshly into Joey’s that’s open and waiting for it all, she smiles as he chokes her, hand tight around her neck as he commands her to swallow, the feeling of it going down against Harry’s palm sends him into a frenzy.

“You gonna fuck the bratiness out of me daddy?” She asks as he smirks up at her, his eyes darkening as he feels Izzy rub his thighs from where she’s kneeling on the floor, her small touches making sure Harry and Joey know she’s still there.

“Not just gonna fuck the bratiness out of you bunny, also gonna fuck you stupid, get you cock drunk” he says which causes her to launch forward and connect their lips, her hands tangling in his hair as the hand he had around her neck buries into the back of her hair, his other hand intertwined with Izzy’s as she kisses his rings individually, smiling to herself when he runs his thumb over her lips, letting her know he’s still aware of her.

Harry’s soon stripped bare, his trousers and boxers on the ground as he pins Joey under him, his arms around her head as he hovers over her, the pair kissing harshly as Izzy grabs two condoms from his bag, kneeling back down on the bed and tapping him lightly on the shoulder, presenting one condom to him like it’s a gift, this causes him to smile widely, leaning down to catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“Thank you baby bunny, wanna help me put it on?” He asks as she nods shyly, he kisses her again before she looks at his cock and then back up at him, he nods his head as she wraps her lips around the head, causing Harry to curse under his breath and gather her hair up into his hands out of her way.

“Atta girl, get daddy’s cock nice and wet for him” he praises her through moans, his eyes shifting from Izzy to Joey who has her hand on her clit, fingers rubbing herself as she watches Izzy suck him off, his moans and the sounds of her mouth around him getting her wetter and wetter, her lip trapped between her teeth fo stifle her moans.

She notices Harry is watching her, which causes her to smile and circle her clit faster. Harry moans out watching her and then looking down at Izzy who’s sucking him, her hand around whatever she can’t fit as she lets out small whimpers over how big he is in her mouth. Harry doesn’t say a word, Joey watching as he plunges two fingers into her, curling them up to hit her spot which causes Joey to scream out a moan, Izzy immediately shutting her eyes and moaning around Harry at the sound.

“Not so smart now are you, bunny?” He asks Joey teasingly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she rubs her clit while Harry fingers her hard and fast, Harry’s own moans coming out as Izzy takes him all the way down her throat, causing him to buck his hips a little before she’s coming off his cock with a cough, spit connecting her to the tip as she strokes him, trying to catch her breath again.

“Okay baby bunny? Need a rest?” He asks Izzy softly, while his fingers plunge in and out of Joey’s cunt making her moan loudly and her legs shake when he hits the spot every single time he thrusts his fingers in.

“Want you to fuck her now daddy, please” she whines out, Harry smiling at her before they both turn to see Joey gripping onto the sheets, her eyes rolled back in her head as tears stream from her eyes over the pleasure.

“She looks so pretty right now, doesn’t she Iz?” He asks her, the pair in awe as they watch on as Joey finally lets go, her release hitting her and her legs shaking, thighs clenching around Harry’s hand as he fingers her through her first orgasm of the night.

“Why don’t you get your special little toy while daddy puts this on, hmm?” He asks Izzy, watching as she nods kissing his cheek before scampering off the bed towards their separate bag that’s filled with toys, blankets over them in case anyone opens it by accident, but buried under there are all kinds of toys; whips, chains, collars, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, many tubes of lube and cleaning supplies, they always wash their toys after every use.

She grabs her own vibrator, small light blue bullet. As she’s walking back over she sees Joey’s legs around Harry’s waist, his hips moving slowly as they whisper and kiss one another, building up to Harry fucking her hard like she loves. Izzy sits back down, head beside Joey’s so she can also look up at Harry, his eyes now on them both as he kisses each one slowly.

“Play with yourself while I fuck Jo, wanna see you cum all by yourself baby bunny” he says softly to Izzy, who nods in agreement immediately stripping herself off and getting back onto the bed laying beside Joey, Harry already speeding up his thrusts causing Joey to turn her head and catch Izzy’s lips in a kiss, Harry soon joining as they all lick into one another’s mouths carelessly, Harry fucking into Joey while Izzy turns on the vibrator, rubbing it up between her folds to get it wet.

“Fuck me, you feel amazing bunny, such a good pussy, s’my pussy isn’t it?” He asks Joey who’s moaning loudly under him, her hands in his hair and her legs around his waist as he thrusts into her mercilessly.

“Yes daddy! It’s your pussy, fuck! Right there!” She screams out, causing Harry to go faster as he flicks his eyes to watch Izzy, her eyes on him as she circles the buzzing bullet over her clit, small moans leaving her lips as Joey kisses down Harry’s neck, moaning into his skin.

“That’s it Iz, make yourself cum for daddy. Want you to cum before Joey okay? Soak the fucking sheets and you’ll get my cock baby bunny” he says as Izzy moans out at his words, her eyes hooded as she watches him fuck into Joey repeatedly, the whole room filled with sounds of buzzing, skin slapping and moaning from the party of three.

“Fuck her faster Daddy!” Izzy shouts out when Joey turns to look at her, smiling at her and kissing her softly as Harry picks up his page, Izzy and Joey now moaning in sync as they kiss one another.

“Look so good under me bunnies, like fucking works of art - shit!” He moans out, a low groan coming from his chest when he feels Joey clenching around him, her body shaking again as her hands grab onto his curls, pulling him down to meet hers and Izzy’s lips as they all moan and kiss one another, tongues all over the place as they all feel like they’re on cloud nine together.

“Daddy?” Izzy asks through pants, Harry lifting his head at the sound, his eyes hooded and his mouth slight parted as Joey moans into the skin of his neck, her nails clawing down his back as Izzy whimpers at the feeling of the vibrator on her clit.

“Yes baby bunny? Everything okay? What’s your colour sweetheart?” He asks, the three of them having a traffic light method set up for sex along with safe words but the traffic light method is always used; Green means go, yellow means we need to take a break and red means stop with no question or hesitation.

“Green. Could you do something different with me, when you’re done with Jo?” She asks softly, her hand taking the vibrator away and letting it buzz on her inner thigh as she speaks to Harry who’s now slowing his thrusts to listen to her, Joey looking at her also with a smile waiting patiently for her to say what she needs to say.

“What do you want daddy to do?” He says smiling at her, her own smile mirroring his as she looks down at herself shyly, her cheeks blushing as she avoids eye contact, mustering up the courage to ask.

“None of that Iz, tell daddy what you want, you know he’ll do anything to make us feel good” Joey says lifting Izzy’s chin up to meet their eyes again, Harry still thrusting into Joey slowly as they both nod for Izzy to speak up.

“I want you to fuck my ass while I fuck Jo with another one of our special toys” she says quietly, the pair nearly moaning loudly when they hear her suggestion, Harry immediately grabbing her face and mushing his lips with hers and moaning into her mouth at the thought of it happening.

“That sound so hot Iz, fuck, what made you think of that?” Joey asks as Harry pounds into her, his body on fire from what is about to happen soon and also from how good Joey feels around him, Izzy placing the bullet back on her clit again with a loud moan.

“Saw some videos online, wanted to get more experienced like you two” she says as they both smile at her, leaning down to shower her in kisses all over her face as she giggles through her moans, her heart swelling up with love as they acknowledge her words.

It’s not long before Joey is falling apart, Izzy falling apart a few seconds before as she soaks the sheets, her moans loud as Joey releases around Harry, her head thrown back as Harry rides her through it, Izzy panting beside them as she calms herself down, small giggles leaving her lips as she catches her breath.

Joey grabs Izzy’s strap on for her, Harry already positioning Izzy on her hands and knees, ass in the air as he whispers sweet nothings into her ear as they wait for Joey to return with the lube and the other condom. Both of their giggles filling the room as Joey smiles to herself, gathering everything up and coming back to the bed, Izzy immediately kneeling up so Joey can help her into the harness, Harry securing the buckles around her waist and under her thighs, the pair leaving small kisses on her skin as they go.

“Alright baby bunny, you ready for me to open you up?” Harry asks her, kneeding her ass cheeks in his hands as she nods, bending over so she’s hovering over Joey laying back down on the bed on her back, their smiles wide as Izzy kisses all over Joey’s face as Harry opens up a bottle of lube behind her, dribbling some down onto her tightest hole before coating his fingers in it also.

“Looking forward to it Iz? Haven’t gotten fucked in your pretty ass in awhile huh?” Joey asks as Izzy nods, both of them smiling remembering the time Harry fucked Izzy in the ass per her request, Joey being tied up to the bed and being made watch as a punishment for touching herself when Harry and Izzy went out to get coffee for the three of them.

“Keep looking at me, what’s your colour?” Joey asks as Harry looks over Izzy’s shoulder, waiting for her reply as he enters one lube coated finger into her, her face contorted in slight pain as she feels it enter her.

“Green, please keep going daddy” she pants out, leaning over her shoulder to look for his lips, the second his lips touches hers is when she relaxes, allowing him to fully enter a finger in as she moans against his lips.

“There we go Iz, look so pretty with your sparkly cock between your legs” Joey says looking down at the dildo between them both, Izzy looking down at her with her mouth agape and Harry kissing down her neck to comfort her as he enters in another finger.

Soon enough there’s a chorus of moans in the room, Izzy thrusting into Joey and Harry thrusting into Izzy as they all moan for one another, praises being sang around the room as they hold onto whatever they can, Joey’s hands around Izzy’s neck as Harry lightly holds Izzy’s hair in his hand, his chest flush to her back as they all make one another feel good.

“Such a good girl baby bunny, fucking Jo so good, look at her, falling apart under you” Harry praises Izzy with a kiss to her shoulder blade, the girl immediately thrusting faster at the sound of his praise which has Joey seeing stars below her, holding onto her hips now with a bruising grip, Harry’s hand also on Izzy’s hip as she gets sandwiched between the two of them deliciously.

“M’gonna cum Iz, don’t you dare fucking stop” Joey moans out, grabbing Izzy’s face and kissing her hard, the two girls moaning into one another’s mouths as Harry moans loudly behind Izzy, his own release bubbling in his stomach when he sees izzy dripping down onto the sheets under them all, her cunt begging to be played with — so he does, he begins rubbing circles on her clit which causes izzy to scream out.

“Fuck Daddy! Yes, yes!” She moans loudly, her hips pounding into Joey as Harry’s follow the same rhythm, both Joey and Harry rolling their eyes back into their skull in pleasure when they hear Izzy curse, it’s like a trigger for their orgasms.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Please!” Izzy says through whines, her hands at either side of Joey’s head, Joey meeting Izzy’s thrusts as Harry curses loudly behind her, nearly falling apart when he sees Joey letting go, her moans loud as it triggers Izzy’s release and then when Izzy squirts onto the sheets for the second time tonight with a scream and a yell, it triggers Harry’s release.

“Bloody fucking hell! You’re both making daddy come so hard bunnies, so fucking hard” Harry moans out as the girls relax, Harry’s hips sloppy as he milks himself for all he’s got into the condom, his body aching but so worth it over what just happened.

“Happy love on tour day bunnies” Harry says breathlessly, they all laugh out as Harry rolls to lay beside them, Izzy still on top of Joey as they calm down and regain their breaths and strength from what they just did.

“Our boyfriends a rockstar!” Izzy sings out again, her voice hoarse and her laugh loud as she lays against Joey’s breast, her face smushed against the soft flesh as Harry leans over to kiss them both.

“I love you both, so fucking much”

[dragonologist-in-the-making]

Paper Rings

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Summary: On his first ride to Hogwarts, James befriended the girl who was obsessed with shiny things. Over their schooling together, their friendship turned into so much more.

A/N: lmao I suck at summaries. Also I’m back sorry for the random hiatus (and sorry that posting will almost definitely not be consistent after this either). I had this idea months ago, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Paper Rings, and I only just got around to writing it asdfghjkl. Still obsessed with James though rip me I just want someone to love me like this.

Warnings: Mentions of eating (briefly), otherwise just a lot of fluff.

Wordcount: 4k (wow)

...

Little James Potter waved goodbye to his parents as the train took off from the platform, nervous about his first journey to the infamous Hogwarts, but excited to discover all the great things his parents had told him for himself. First though: finding a carriage.

Trying not to show his nerves, he wandered along the corridor, peeping into the carriages to see if there was one he could join. For the most part, he found them all too full, too loud to juggle his nerves, or the students too old and intimidating. The days would come where James would rule the corridors of the castle, but the eleven year old boy on the train was just hoping to make a friend he could share this new adventure with.

As fate would have it, he found just that and so much more. In a carriage to herself sat a young girl, his age, her face turned away from him looking out the window. The only thing he could see was a petite sparkling bow, sitting neatly in her (y/h/c) hair.

Without thinking about it, he knocked gently on the compartment door, sliding it open as she turned to look at him inquisitively. Her (y/e/c) eye’s glittered as her lips pulled into a smile, creating a complete sense of comfort for James to ask. “Do you mind if I sit?” She nodded eagerly, gathering up a few books she had dumped on the opposite seat and dropping them into her lap. “I’m James.” He smiled.

“(y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a short while, listening to the laughs of older students, friends reuniting after a summer apart, and watching the landscape whip by them out the window.

“I like your bow, by the way.” James spoke up, feeling glad he did when an excited smile broke across her face, looking as if he’d told her she’d won the lottery.

“Thank you! I love the way it sparkles.” She said, gently pulling it from her hair and twisting it in the sunlight, showing how rainbows danced in the glitter and were thrown across their compartment. Satisfied, she used it to clip back the hair that was now falling into her face, and their conversation moved on, following each and every thought they were having, becoming fast friends. James didn’t think the journey could get any better until two boys showed up at their door and asked if they could join them, setting everlasting friendships in stone.

As the train pulled up to Hogwarts, any nervousness James had been feeling was gone. Instead, the only thought he had was that he couldn’t be more glad he sat in the compartment of the girl with the sparkling bow.

…

Their first year passed in a blur, and the Marauders spent the majority of it in each other’s company, laughing their days away.

Now, summer had come and gone, and their second year at Hogwarts was in full swing. They walked into their charms class together, laughing about a joke Sirius had made at James’ expense. (y/n) sat next to the curly-haired boy at their desk, as Remus Sirius and Peter sat at the one adjacent to them.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t make the team last year! No first year has made a house team in like 80 years! I’m telling you though, I’ll make it on this year, and I’ll be the best chaser this school has ever seen.” James protested, huffing as he put his textbook in the middle of the table for him and (y/n) to share. She laughed at him softly, hand patting his shoulder as the other boys got lost in their own conversation.

“I know you will, Jamie. And I’ll be there cheering you on every step of the way.” His cheeks redenned at her words, but luckily their attention was turned away by Professor Flitwick.

“Now students, the charm I’ll be teaching you today is more of a fun one to start off the year than anything you’ll likely need in your everyday lives. As always, I don’t expect you to create chaos by using these charms” – he turned his gaze to a particular group of students at this point who were all busily looking elsewhere – “but simply to enlighten yourselves and to show you what magic can do. So, the charm we’ll be learning today is how to make things glitter.”

James heard an almost inaudible gasp next to him, and he could feel the excitement radiating off (y/n). He chuckled, expecting nothing less; he’d known her for a year now, and if it wasn’t the bow in her hair there was always something shiny on her at any given time.

Flitwick talked about the details of the charm, how it could be applied subtly, only giving a faint sheen, or how it could be made much more obvious. Finally, he gave them the charm and told everyone to repeat after him. “Now, like I said, just because this is a fun charm doesn’t mean it’s an easy one, and I don’t expect you to get it on your first attempt. Just keep repeating the charm and-oh!” He broke off suddenly, just as James’ vision went hazy. Once he’d focused, he saw he was surrounded by a cloud of individual glitter specs floating around them, almost as if they were in their own galaxy. His gaze shifted to its centre, shining most brilliantly of all as her proud and excited smile dazzled him, making him forget entirely they were still in their charms classroom.

“Well done Miss (y/n)!” Flitwick’s voice broke through their bubble, and slowly each star seemed to fade out of existence, until they were back in their regular old classroom, thirty pairs of eyes trained on them. “You certainly felt the spirit of the charm and went above and beyond. 10 points to (y/h). Now, if you could help Mr Potter whilst we all get back to it!”

Chatter burst out the classroom almost immediately, partners working together trying to enchant an object of theirs to take on the glittery effect. Sirius turned to her, rolling his eyes half-heartedly.

“Becoming a teachers pet now are we, (y/l/n)?” She rolled her eyes back, waving her wand to produce a cloud of glitter that settled in Sirius’ hair, contrasting sharply against its darkness.

“It’s sparklesSirius, what did you expect? Now c’mon, this is the one lesson I won’t let you not do the work in. Make some glittery greatness and I’ll bake you all some cookies when I next steal James’ cloak to go to the kitchens.” With those words, the three boys turned their entire focus to the task at hand, while James still seemed slightly awestruck next to her. “You alright, J?”

“That was amazing (y/n/n). I had no idea you could do that.”

“Well I guess you can’t know until you try.” She shrugged, picking up her quill and placing it in front of him. “Charm my quill.”

“Why me? You could just do it yourself.” James asked, confused why she didn’t do it herself since she was clearly more than capable. Once again, she shrugged, looking into his eyes as she uttered the words so nonchalantly that would stick with him for years to come.

“Well, Flitwick said you needed to practise. Plus, it’ll mean more to me if every time I look at my quill I know that you’re the reason it’s shining.”

Within a heartbeat, James had uttered the incantation and a subtle shimmer had settled over the feather, imperceptible until it was moved and caught the light. The smile he saw when he looked over at (y/n) made him vow to himself that as long as he was around, she would never have an ordinary quill again.

True to his word, every time she brought out a new quill, he was quick to snatch it from her and place the simple charm on it. It became an unspoken promise between the two of them, and every time James saw that sparkle from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

. . .

True to her word, (y/n) was there for all of James’ games, cheering him on from the side of the pitch, always the first to reach him when the game was over. High or low, win or lose, she was always there to remind him that he had played amazingly, and that she was proud of him.

After one such game in their fourth year, Gryffindor narrowly losing to Slytherin, she was at his side so quickly that he would have thought she had apparated if he knew this wasn’t possible. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, feeling the slight shaking of his shoulders. “Oh, James.” She quickly ushered him off the pitch before he attracted eyes, assuring him that Sirius and Remus would collect his things from the changing room and bring them back to his dorm. Once they reached his dorm, she sent him to shower, promising that she would be there for him once he was back.

Sure enough, he came out of the shower in fresh clothes and damp hair, and she was still on his bed, patiently waiting for him. She held her hand out to him, a silent invitation, and as soon as he took it she pulled him to her side and once again enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Jamie.” She whispered, squeezing him momentarily before drawing back and looking into his glassy eyes.

“Shouldn’t be.” He murmured, avoiding her gaze. “We lost.”

“And yet you scored more goals than anyone else the entire game.” She pointed out, sincerity lacing her voice. “It’s just because the snitch is worth a stupid amount of points, honestly the game has a lot of flaws.” James smiled weakly, they often had these debates about Quidditch and it always ended in some silly way.

“I did hit Malfoy in the head with a Quaffle.” He admitted, and (y/n) could see the weight falling off his shoulders.

“The highlight of all our years.” She laughed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a little box. “I got you something.” She handed it to him, and he pushed it back to her, head shaking, doubt returned.

“No I didn’t do anything to deserve it. Keep it.”

“We already had this argument and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She shoved the box into his hands and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for him to open it.

Reluctantly, he pulled the lid off the box to reveal a snitch, the snitch he normally kept on his person at all times, now shining with a slight iridescence. James looked up at her, thankful but a little confused at the present.

“I’ve actually been saving it for when you lose a game. Which has been hard because that’s hardly ever.” She broke off to give him a playful glare along with her words, quickly broken by her soft smile. “I know you play with the snitch when you have a lot on your mind, and when you start to doubt yourself. I wanted to remind you that you’re incredible and you should believe that yourself. So, when you see the snitch and you see it sparkle, you’ll think of me, and you’ll remember how great you are.” He was speechless, and in the silent air, she did what the two of them did best, and started to nervously babble. “Well, that’s assuming you think of me when you see sparkles, and quite frankly after all this time I’d be slightly offended if you didn’t-oof” her rambling stopped when James tackled her into a hug, knocking them both back onto the bed.

“Thank you.” Was all he said, but she could hear the emotion behind each word, everything he was trying to communicate. All she did was hold him tighter.

It was then that Sirius and Remus walked into the dorm, carrying all of James’ equipment from the game, causing James and (y/n) to jump away from each other. Blushes arose on both their faces, not that the other would have noticed, each too busy looking at opposite walls of the dorm. Sirius and Remus exchanged a knowing look, but decided to let it slide, knowing there was an inevitability to it anyway.

…

Once again, (y/n) was boarding the Hogwarts express for another year of school. She knew this year would be a stressful one, with their OWL exams coming up, but she also knew that as long as she had her boys by her side, she would be absolutely fine.

Speaking of her friends, she was currently walking along the train trying to find them. She knew that Lily and Remus were prefects now so they’d be at the front of the train, but she was struggling to find anyone else. Eventually, she found James, sitting in a carriage by himself, absentmindedly watching the view. She chuckled to herself at the situation, the reverse of their meeting all those years ago.

She slid the door open, catching his attention and his ever-so-addictive smile. “Got room for an old pal?” She asked, sitting next to him when he patted the seat, his hand enveloping hers as soon as she had, a silent communication. I missed you.

“I was starting to think you’d gotten cool and forgotten about me.” He joked, nudging her playfully.

“Piss off Potter, I was always cooler than you.” She teased back, glad to see that nothing had changed despite their time apart. It never did, they were always James and (y/n), inseparable no matter how hard anyone tried. “Where is everyone?”

“Lils and Moony are doing prefect duties, and Sirius enlisted Peter’s help to try and sneak into their carriage and get the insider information.” He rolled his eyes light-heartedly, forming air quotes around Sirius’ words as (y/n) laughed, eyes closing in amusement. “What’s that on your eyes?” James suddenly asked, stopping her laughter short as she tried to figure out what he meant.

“Oh!” She remembered. “I went to see Lils in the holidays and she was showing me this glitter eyeliner that muggles wear! Why, do you not like it?” She suddenly felt self-conscious, wondering if it really was too much despite Lily’s reassurances. It was a subtle white, but still, it was glitter on her face.

“The opposite!” James was quick to answer, rushing so much to not hurt her feelings that he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying. “I think you look really beautiful (y/n/n), with or without the makeup. Besides, the glitter brings out your eyes.”

At this point, they were both blushing furiously, and James was still holding her hand, neither of them willing to let go. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile to herself, and remembered to thank Lily for the recommendation the second they were in the dorm together that evening.

…

James climbed the last step into the astronomy tower, seeing (y/n) leaning against the railing already, gazing into the night sky, a blanket and an array of snacks out on the floor behind her.

It was a ritual they’d started who knows when, a chance to wind down and escape the chaos of everyday life, to enjoy each other’s company and to feast away on whatever snacks they had managed to stow away for these evenings. Tonight’s selection looked to consist mostly of cauldron cakes and chocolate frogs, with the occasional sugar quill hidden amongst the rest. “Heavy on the sugar tonight, I see.” He broke the silence teasingly, settling himself so that he was sat at (y/n)’s feet, still able to see the clear night sky above them.

“If I don’t consume my own bodyweight in sugar I think I’ll pass out I’m that exhausted.” She commented back, sinking down next to him. Automatically, his arm wound around her shoulder, pulling her into his side and resting his chin on top of her head. There weren’t words to describe the feeling of pure content as she melted into him, completely at ease.

She reached out and grabbed a chocolate frog, unwrapping it and handing the card to James with a sigh upon seeing it was one already in her collection. She bit into the chocolate, her gaze on the night sky as his was unable to break away from her, the way she settled so peacefully against him.

“The stars sparkle too, you know.” She broke the silence, voice quiet but still holding its signature melodic tone. James finally broke away from looking at her, joining her eyeline and looking at the constellations above them. Even though he wasn’t taking astronomy as a NEWT, spending so much time in the tower with (y/n) as she mapped the sky meant he knew precisely what he was looking at, and traced the constellations with his eyes.

“You know, six years of friendship and I don’t think I ever asked you why you like shiny things so much. I always just accepted it as a part of who you are.” A smile graced her face as she unconsciously twiddled her fingers.

“Don’t laugh.” She warned, and he solemnly shook his head. “I think there’s something so entrancing, so beautiful about them. I think it serves as a reminder that even the most seemingly dull thing,” she picked up another chocolate frog box at this point, waving her wand to create a light sparkle over it, “is wonderfully brilliant if you just remember to look at it in the right way. It’s a lesson we should all carry with us, and I try to remember it whenever I can. Everything is beautiful if you give it a chance.” The sparkles on the box faded in the moonlight, as (y/n) finally looked up at James, only to find him already staring back at her.

Body thinking quicker than brain, seeing her (y/e/c) eyes glimmering up at him, James leant down and pressed his lips to hers. She stifled a gasp, quickly moving her lips back against his as her hand wound gently around the back of his neck. He poured all of his admiration into the kiss, everything he had been feeling for her since he didn’t even know when, feeling his heart soar to be here with her in that moment.

Eventually, they broke away for air, and a breathy laugh fell from (y/n)’s lips, blush rising on her cheeks as she turned her face away. James reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers and gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ve been drawn to you since the day I saw you in that train carriage. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, your soul. I didn’t even realise the outside matched until we came back from that summer you spent with Lily. But god, every day since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I like you, (y/n/n). I really like you.”

Around them, a shimmering cloud exploded simultaneous to a wide grin spreading across (y/n)’s face. It was their own galaxy, just like all that time ago in the charms lesson, but she was still in the centre, still giddy with excitement. “I like you too, Jamie.” Her smile turned a little sheepish. “And sorry, I think my emotions got a little out of control.” The star-like sparkles slowly dissipated around them until there was nothing left, and this time it was (y/n) who leaned up to James, connecting their lips one more time.

“You taste like chocolate.”

“I’m sure that must be awful for you, Potter”. Nothing had changed, and yet nothing would be the same either.

…

James was sat on the floor of his dorm, textbooks open in front of him, although this late in the day he was struggling to pay any attention to them. What he was focused on instead was his girlfriend, tucked into the alcove of the windowsill, absentmindedly writing away on a piece of parchment.

Her (y/h/c) hair was in plaits down her back, and in the candlelight the silver threads that James had helped her braid in this morning were casting light across the room that shifted with every little shake of her head or shrug of her shoulders.

“You’re staring again, Jamie.” She chastised, although the humour was clear in her voice. He pushed himself up from the floor with an exaggerated groan, making his way over to her and pulling her gently into his chest, pressing a soft kiss into her hair.

“Can’t help it love, you’re an actual angel.” He didn’t see it but he knew she’d be rolling her eyes as she buried her face in his chest to hide the blush that was forming on her cheeks.

“Stop being so cheesy.”

“As if you don’t love it.” She pressed a kiss into his chest, resting her head against him as she went back to her writing. He tried not to pry, but he couldn’t help but catch notice of his name and his interest piqued. “Who are you writing to?”

“Euphemia.” She replied nonchalantly, not pausing her actions as he took a step away, face scrunched in confusion.

“My mother?” she paused at this, looking up at him with false exasperation.

“Do you know many other Euphemias?” She deadpanned. He shrugged, admitting her fair point, moving back to her side where she immediately snuggled back into his warmth.

“How long have you been writing to my mum?” She paused for a second, contemplating.

“Since the start of term I think. She sent an owl, I responded, we haven’t really stopped talking since. Oh, I’m coming over for Christmas by the way, she invited me. Said it wouldn’t be Christmas without the whole family there” (y/n) looked up at him, flashing a mischievous grin, expecting him to whine childishly like he normally would, complaining that he was supposed to ask her. Instead, looking more solemn than she’d seen him in a long time, he crushed her against him, holding her so tightly before he leant down and connected their lips. The kiss was bruising, but it was packed with adoration, and it left (y/n) slightly breathless. He broke away, leaning his forehead against hers as she tried to catch her breath back. “What was that for?”

“I love you. So much. You’re absolutely perfect, and I swear, I can’t wait until the day I can put a ring on that finger and make it official, make you a Potter for real. I promise, it’s going to be the most sparkling, dazzling gem you’ve ever seen. It’ll shine just as brightly as you, and it’ll always remind you that you’re beautiful, in every way, and just how much I love you.” Her hand had come to rest on his cheek, smiling throughout his little speech, parchment cast aside and forgotten about at this point.

“Don’t be silly, James.” She laughed, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I love shiny things, yes, but I don’t need one to be reminded of how amazing you are, or how much I love you. Hell, you could ask me to marry you with a paper ring and I’d still say yes in a heartbeat. I’m saying yes to you, to a life. You don’t need to win me over with some ridiculously expensive piece of jewellery.” He nodded slightly, pecking her lips before moving back to where he had been sat on the floor.

(y/n) picked her parchment back up, continuing on to the letter she had been writing to Euphemia Potter, unable to help themselves from planning the Christmas festivities despite it being early November.

Deep in concentration, she startled slightly as she noticed movement coming from the corner of her eye. She looked to the side to see her boyfriend once again, although this time he was knelt before her, holding up a piece of parchment that he had hastily fashioned into a ring, coupled with a sheepish smile.

Laughing merrily, she hopped down from the windowsill, pulling him up by his jumper and kissing him passionately as she slid the piece of paper onto her finger, looking forward to the day when they were older, when they could promise this for real, knowing that they had the rest of their lives ahead of them to love each other unconditionally.

When James first stepped on that Hogwarts train, he was hoping to find a friend he could share every moment with for the next seven years. He had found that in her, a best friend, now a lover, for seven years but for so much longer. The girl with the sparkling bow turned out to be his soulmate, and he sent a prayer of thanks to the stars every day.

[seijorhi]

Unprofessional

as promised, the MSBY manager AU 💕 

MSBY Black Jackals x female reader

TW non-con, smut, gang-bang, nsfw(ish)

You second guess yourself, now that the Captain’s right here in front of you, fidgeting in your seat like a little kid sent to the principal’s office.

In all fairness, you were the one to ask him to come in early, figuring that it’d be easier to say what you needed to before everyone else arrived, rather than having it eat away at you while you waited for practice to end.

Yet under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, you wonder whether you should have just let it slide. At least for a few more weeks. Taking a formal complaint to the higher ups was a step too far, and you hadn’t wanted to bother the coaches this close to the start of the season for something so… trivial. Meian seemed like the better choice. He’d listen to you and be able to help; you trust the Captain and you know the team does, too. If he told them to back off, they would, you’re almost positive. But now that he’s here, there’s this nagging feeling of-

A hand touches your shoulder, and you flinch at the sudden contact, jerking back to the present. 

“Hey,” he says, a slight frown marring his features. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me - don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately.”

There’s nothing but concern in his eyes - no judgement, or irritation, and something inside of you eases just a fraction. This is Meian, right from the moment you signed onto the team - granted, only a few months ago - he’s done his utmost to make sure you’ve felt welcomed and part of the team.

You take a breath, offering him a small, tight smile. “I-it’s um, some of the guys- well a few, I guess…” your fingers twist in your lap, and Meian squeezes your shoulder lightly in response. 

“Miya hitting on you, right? Getting a little outta hand?” he surmises. 

And for a split second, you’re surprised. But really maybe you shouldn’t be. Miya’s the one who’s overt about it, drawling stupid, cheesy pickup lines whenever you walk in, slinging an arm around your side and dragging you close, all the winks and the innuendos about as subtle as a tank.

Of course Meian noticed, but that’s just how Atsumu is. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it because nobody but you seems to mind. And maybe, if that’s all that it was, you’d be able to grin and bear it, but it’s not. 

“Yes and… no.”

His brows draw together. “No?”

Taking another deep breath, you begin to tell him everything. Miya’s incessant flirting, all the hugs and touches that fell just the wrong side of what you considered professional. They’re a tactile team, with one notable exception, and you understand that, but the way Bokuto, Hinata and Miya feel comfortable just grabbing you and dragging you around, interrupting you in the middle of whatever task you’re doing to make you pay attention to them is a little alarming. 

And then there was the incident last week, when Inunaki had caught you smiling at your phone during their cooldown and called you on it, which drew the attention of the rest of the team - only to have Bokuto snatch it out of your hands and start reading through your messages. Of course, Meian was there for that, putting a stop to it only when the wing-spiker had started reading them aloud, much to your mortification.

But he hadn’t been there two afternoons later, when an old friend of yours had swung by to pick you up and you’d had to deal with half the team glaring daggers at him over your shoulder like a pack of overprotective mother hens.

Even Sakusa, who usually kept his nose out of the others’ nonsense, stood off to the side with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, glowering at your friend until you both disappeared from sight.

The texts that blew up your phone in the hours that followed crossed so many lines, it honestly scared you a little. 

Meian doesn’t say a word as you talk, the words flowing easier the more you tell him. It’s not that anything they’re doing is wrong per se. They’re not hurting you, and you think that aside from Miya, the team’s attitude is coming from a good place - some protective, irritating big brother kind of thing. 

There’s nothing wrong with it, except the fact that you don’t want any part of it. You’re a professional and this is a job - a new one, an important one. If you ever want anybody to take your dreams of coaching a pro team seriously you cannot have so much as a whisper of anything less than absolute professionalism. God forbid, if rumours start spreading that you were sleeping with somebody on the team you can pretty much kiss your dreams goodbye. 

At the end of it, Meian’s chin is resting on his fist, faint dissatisfaction pinching at his face, and for a moment, you’re worried that he’s about to chew you out for wasting his time - you know he’s stressed with the start of the season only days away - but he only sighs, leaning back in his seat and shaking his head.

“Thank you for telling me, I’ll talk to them.”

And it’s like this huge weight just falls off your shoulders and suddenly you can breathe easy. “Thanks, really,” you tell him, and the smile on your face is genuine this time.

“Anytime.”

—

You don’t know when he finds the time to pull them all aside, but the next morning when you walk into the gym and Bokuto catches sight of you, golden eyes widening in delight, he starts to bound towards you-

“Bokuto.”

-and stops mid-stride, face falling like a kicked puppy. His shoulders slump, glancing over his shoulder at the Captain, watching the both of you through narrowed eyes.

He doesn’t say another word to the wing-spiker, turning back around to continue his conversation with Adriah - something about tightening up their blocks before the game against the Adlers - and despite the fact you can see half the team’s attention drawn towards you both, none of them say a word either. 

It’s strange, compared to the last few weeks, it’s suddenly like you’re a ghost. They thank you when you pass them their towels and bottles, and for once Hinata sits still when you help him tape up his ankle, though his eyes still follow your every movement with unnerving focus.

They’re polite and respectful, but unless you’re directly addressing them or they need something, it’s like you don’t exist. 

Even Atsumu manages to keep his comments to himself when it comes time for the team to stretch out, though judging from the scowl on his face whenever he glances towards the Captain, he’s not particularly thrilled about it. 

There’s one more day before game day, and they’ve got bigger things to worry about, but for you it’s like you can suddenly breathe easy. You don’t have to tiptoe around your own discomfort, you can just do your job and help them. It’s not that you hate them, not even Atsumu - though he does grate on your nerves at times - you just can’t afford to let them fuck this up for you.

They’re your team, and you’ll help them and you’ll stand on the sidelines and cheer and support them until you’re red in the face. You’ll celebrate with them and commiserate if they lose, but there has to be a line. 

And maybe finally they’re realising that.

Meian sends you home while the others head off to the showers with a clap on your shoulder. “Go home. Today’s been long enough, and you need your rest. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

You don’t fight him on it, already feeling the exhaustion creeping through your body. 

But after months in this job, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to find that by the time you’ve had a quick catch-up with the coaches about tomorrow’s training, changed and gathered up your things, you find yourself falling into step with Sakusa, freshly showered and also on his way out. 

Dark eyes find yours, but he doesn’t say a word - at least until the two of you reach the big double doors at the gym’s entrance. “Do you need a lift home?”

It’s rare of him to offer, but you suppose that it’s later than you’d normally leave, the sun already disappearing beneath the horizon. Nevertheless, you shake your head, “No, it’s only a ten minute walk, I’ll be okay,” you say. And almost as an afterthought you smile and add, “Thank you, though.”

He regards you silently for a moment, but simply shrugs his shoulders, “Fine.”

Sakusa turns to leave, heading off to the carpark when a sudden thought strikes you, and before you can think better of it, you call out to him, “Your lineshots were incredible today, by the way. You played well. And please don’t forget we’ve got an early start tomorrow!”

It’s a pointless statement, on both counts. Sakusa doesn’t crave praise the way some of his teammates do, and you can imagine how little it means coming from you of all people. He’s also the most punctual, usually the first in, preferring to get stretched and warmed up before the rest of the team arrived. But the change in plans was kind of last minute and a reminder never hurts.

Sakusa pauses mid-stride, glancing back at you once more over his shoulder. “I know,” he says, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you swear there’s something different in his eyes as he stares back at you. Not angry per se, but… you can’t quite put a finger on it. It’s odd, you think, out of character for the usually aloof spiker. “Captain told us.”

—

It’s still dark when you arrive at the gym, and the lights are all off, not a soul in sight. That in itself doesn’t strike you as odd though, checking your phone you see that there’s still twenty or so minutes until you were all supposed to meet, but you would have thought that the coaches at least would’ve been here, or Sakusa maybe, if not Meian.

“Mornin’ princess,” a familiar voice drawls, and you jump a little at the sudden weight of his arm draping over your shoulders.

Atsumu’s smile is far too wide and upbeat considering it’s only a little after six in the morning. You’re used to a dead-stare, don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-had-caffeine Atsumu, and it’s almost startling enough to make you forget the arm he has around you.

Either that, or you’re just bewildered that he’s actually arrived early for once in his life.

“You’re awfully chipper,” you mutter, trying to shove his arm off of you as you walk in tandem towards the gym. It’s a pointless endeavour - he replaces it a moment later, tugging you closer. “And early. Do you normally do this the day before the season starts, or can we expect to see you bright and early every morning for training?”

The corner of his lip quirks into a lazy smirk, and Atsumu laughs, “Nah, I’m actually late. All the others are already here.”

You’re halfway through fishing for the keys when he just pushes the door open, and you falter. “Wait- they’re here already?” you glance inside, and the lights are all still off and there’s not a soul in sight, but- “I thought Meian said we were meeting at 6:30.”

There’s something in the way that his smirk widens that’s almost unsettling, but he’s already pushing you forward, flicking on the lights as you pass.

“Oh, he did.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, but it’s too early and you’re too tired to try and decipher Atsumu’s cryptic bullshit. He already has you on edge with how close he’s got you - you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nose. “Fine, whatever. Just- just put your stuff away, grab the others if they’re here and I’ll see you on the court in a few minutes.”

You try to shrug off his arm, but his grip only tightens, “Nope,” he says, firmly steering the both of you in the direction of the locker room.

“Miya,” you start, squeezing your eyes shut. You can already feel the beginnings of a headache taking root in your skull, but Atsumu just chuckles lightly, patting your shoulder. 

“Relax, wouldja? Jeeze, yer so tense!” 

With no other sound but the eerie echoing of your footsteps across the linoleum floors, his laugh is too loud, too grating. It sets you on edge, and you have to bite back a scowl of your own and remind yourself that you only have to put up with him a little longer - just until Meian gets here. Unperturbed by your silent irritation, Atsumu continues, “We know how hard you’ve been working lately. We came in early to say thank you, y’know, for everythin’ ya do for us.”

And for one split second, regret fills you, snuffing out the spark of irritation simmering through your veins. Here you are, seconds away from slapping the setter when he is - for the first time in his life - actually trying to do something nice for you. You sigh quietly, smoothing your expression over as he slows down and pulls you to a stop.

He lets you slide out from under his arm, your back to the locker room door, moving so that he’s standing directly in front of you. You open your mouth to speak, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but once again, Atsumu beats you to it. “Yer the best manager we’ve ever had.” He takes your hand in his, twining long fingers with yours and steps closer.

Too close.

“Atsu-”

“We really do care about you - love ya, even -  which is why it kinda felt like a kick in the balls when the Cap came and told us ya wanted some space. Said we were bein’ too ‘overbearing’ and ‘inappropriate’, just cause we want ya nice and close.” Dark eyes harden, “It hurt us, baby. You gotta realise that.”

The grip he has on your hand is painfully tight, but you don’t have a moment to focus on that. Not as Atsumu sweeps forward to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours. Hungry. Demanding. A tongue snaking between your lips, melding with your own.

His arm snakes behind you to open the door, and for a moment you’re stumbling backwards into the dark-

Only it’s not dark, not as the blinding fluorescent lights flicker on around you, and you’re not stumbling, not as you collide with a warm, muscular chest and strong arms find your middle to steady you. 

“You took too long,” Bokuto whines, and you’re yanked from Atsumu’s hold and spun, barely having a second to register the gleaming golden eyes before he’s dragging you into a needy kiss of his own.

Dizzy, lightheaded, your heart thumping erratically, you can’t think straight as his hot, wet mouth moves against yours. Greedy fingers grope and squeeze at your body - utterly frozen in shock, pliant under his touch. 

“Aw, quit yer whining, Bokkun,” the blonde growls as Bokuto finally pulls back enough to grant you a few precious gulps of air, gazing at you with a kind of love sick adoration that makes your stomach clench. 

A scoff sounds behind Bokuto, “A bit rich, coming from you, Miya. The two of you just are as bad as each other.”

It’s then that you realise the three of you aren’t alone. Wide eyed, on the edge of hyperventilating, you glance over your shoulder to find two pairs of eyes watching; russet eyes blown wide, enraptured, and swirling black depths, narrowed and glaring over at the blonde. 

Hinata and Sakusa.

It doesn’t feel real. Even with everything they’ve done so far, their possessive behaviour, their smothering affection - even the kisses, it feels like a fever dream. 

Even as Atsumu’s fingers are tugging your jacket off and Bokuto drags you forward, you can’t bring yourself to accept it, to properly fight back against it.

(Not that it would make a difference. They’re professional athletes, and there’s four of them against one of you.)

When your eyes fill with tears, Hinata’s there to brush them away, smiling down at you as he shrugs his own shirt off. “Don’t cry, angel. We’re gonna make you feel amazing, just wait!”

His words don’t fill you with ease. They can’t, not when he has that manic excitement bleeding through his expression - the same one you know he gets when he’s lost in the game, flying across the court like the laws of physics don’t apply to him. 

Hands are on you everywhere, teasing and exploring, too many to keep track of. Your clothes are pulled off, tossed aside and discarded without a second thought, and theirs follow suit. Fingers are tweaking your nipples and palming at your breasts, smoothing over the curve of your ass and trailing between your legs to play with your clit. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, ain’tcha? Our pretty girl, gonna be such a good little cockwhore for us.”

There’s lips against yours, at your neck, trailing down the column of your throat with a pleased hum. And between the kisses, you think that you’re crying, pleading for them to stop and let you go, but nobody listens as you’re manhandled onto one of the benches.

Your legs refuse to obey you, trembling as you try to kick out and wriggle away, only for rough hands to find your hips and drag you back. “C’mon, baby. Be good for us, you’ve already made us wait so long.”

Somebody smacks your ass and you jolt, crying out, only for a hand to soothe over the welt, another squeezing at your hip in a mockery of reassurance. “Don’t make us have to hurt ya, sweetheart.”

It’s easier, you think, to just close your eyes tight and pray that any second now, you’ll wake up in your bed to the blaring of your alarm. But the moment they flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as fingers dig into your thighs, warm breath ghosting across your sex, a low voice whispers in your ear, “Look at me.”

And you have no choice but to obey, forcing your eyes open to find Sakusa standing to your side, stroking his cock. It’s pretty, you distantly think, and you suppose that it suits him. Well groomed, long but not terribly thick with a slight curve, flushed pink at the tip and glistening with the pre-cum beading at his slit. His other hand comes to rest on your cheek, cupping it with a gentleness that feels out of place, considering the hunger burning in the black depths of his irises. 

He doesn’t say another word as he coaxes your mouth open and guides your head forward to take his cock into your mouth, but the low moan that escapes him as your lips wrap around his length makes you shiver. 

Sakusa isn’t gentle as he fucks your mouth, his thumb stroking your cheek as fresh tears well, but it’s hard to focus on that alone when Hinata’s face disappears between your legs, his tongue laving at your cunt, eager for a taste of you.

It doesn’t take long for the other two to join, and you’re manoeuvred between them, forced to sit on Bokuto’s lap, his thick cock stretching you out while Hinata sits between your legs, diligently slurping at your folds, sucking at your clit, one fist wrapped around his own length, lazily pumping it. Sakusa continues to use your mouth to get himself off, uttering backhanded praise between instructions, hissing in pleasure when he hits the back of your throat and you choke around him, while Atsumu has one hand playing with your tits, the other gripping yours, forcing you to jerk him off. 

It’s too much for your brain to take. 

Your sobs and whimpers, already muffled thanks to the cock in your mouth, are lost to the symphony of grunts and moans, lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin. There’s too many hands touching you, too much pain fused with unwanted pleasure, overwhelming you as heat and panic and terror build up inside of you, and it feels like there’s an inferno burning beneath your skin, and you can’t breathe and you just want it all to stop, you want to wake up, and-

Suddenly, the door to the locker room snaps open, and all five of you freeze in place as the Captain stops dead in his tracks and eyes the scene before him. 

There’s no possible way for Meian to misconstrue it, not with everything you told him. Not with your face flushed and teary, your eyes glazed over and all but broken from the sick, twisted debasement his teammates have subjected you to. You’re naked, your body littered in love-bites and bruises, spread out before him like a feast.

And still, your eyes meet his, silently pleading for him to say something and stop this.

Meian takes a single step forward and a muffled whine leaves your lips as the cock inside of you twitches insistently. Sakusa draws his hips back, pulling himself free from your mouth, and despite the burn in the back of your throat, you swallow and try to speak.

“Please.” It’s little more than a squeak, hoarse and choked, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. 

The Captain barely acknowledges that you’ve spoken at all, his attention fixated instead on your body; the way your pussy’s clenching around the base of Bokuto’s length, the tremor of your thighs under Hinata’s rough hands, the way your tits rise and fall with every quickened breath, your lips, swollen and beautifully fucked, glistening with spit before finally, those dark eyes meet yours once more.

And slowly, a grin breaks across his face. “You’d better hurry it up, the others aren’t too far off.”

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had not slept in three nights, and his Lineage was not happy about it.

Ahsoka and Anakin watched with narrowed eyes from a balcony as the Jedi Master mingled with the crowd, smiling softly at anyone who engaged his attention, keeping close to the side of Chancellor Palpatine and Vice Chair Mas Amedda.

For a man who was running on very little sleep and hardly any sustenance, Obi-Wan was managing to maintain the image of the perfect Jedi — civil, humble, charming, wise. Power concealed just below the surface.

Every so often, Palpatine would draw the Jedi deeper into some conversation or other, or pat him on the shoulder in a strangely paternal fashion.

“Why does he keep doing that?” Ahsoka hissed to her Master. “Master Kenobi hates strangers touching him!”

“The Chancellor isn’t a stranger,” Anakin said defensively. But he watched again as Palpatine settled a hand on his former Master’s arm and saw the slight tension creasing Obi-Wan’s forehead, and had to concede that Obi-Wan was feeling uncomfortable. “But yeah. I don’t think the Chancellor knows, he wouldn’t do it if he did. He’s probably just too used to working with me instead. We’re more like friends.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. “And would he have let you go home by now? We were supposed to be able to leave almost two hours ago.”

Anakin sighed. He leaned on the railing, absentmindedly picking at a carved design in the metal with his mech hand, creating a small clicking noise. He scanned the room again, searching for unlikely threats, and then returned his gaze to his Master and his friend, still penned in the center of a colorful crowd all waiting for attention. To see and be seen. Vultures.

Obi-Wan had more patience for this sort of thing, it was true, but it was apparent to those who knew him well — to Anakin — that he was run ragged. That every new face turning in his direction, awed and pettily delighted by meeting both the Supreme Chancellor and a High Jedi General, was another weight on his shoulders.

Anakin glanced over at his Padawan. Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she saw the look in his eyes.

“How do you wanna do this?” she asked, tapping her fingers excitedly on the banister. “I know you like explosions, but if you set something off, Master Obi-Wan will definitely have to flee with the Chancellor to safety and then he’ll be gone for ages.”

“You’re right, Snips,” Anakin said, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He ruffled his hair proudly, ignoring Ahsoka’s eye roll, and said, “So I’ll take a leaf from Obi-Wan’s book. I’ll just go right down there and use my words.”

Anakin beamed.

Ahsoka looked as if she suddenly preferred an explosion.

-

“Yes, hi, hello, excuse me, coming through, yep, pardon me, just walking here,” Anakin threw scattered, inane apologies in every direction as he plowed a path right through the entire gala.

Ahsoka trailed in his wake, smiling awkwardly at the people who scattered with startled looks and scowling ferociously at those who dared look cross.

Obi-Wan spotted them first. He was deep in conversation with a representative from the Core, but his blue eyes flickered to them briefly and his smile became slightly taut; he raised one of his hands in what might have passed for a wave but was, to his Padawans, a clear signal to turn around.

Anakin disregarded this subtle warning immediately.

He strolled directly up to Obi-Wan, bowed slightly, and put a hand on the Master’s shoulder, smiling blindingly at the representative. “Good evening. I’m afraid it’s time for Master Kenobi to depart. The Jedi thank you for your time.”

The representative raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Palpatine, on the other hand, suddenly popped up right beside them, a wide smile on his grandfatherly face. “Anakin, Knight Skywalker, how good to see you! I thought you’d gone home hours ago, why, surely you need your rest after that last campaign.”

Anakin kept a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Ahsoka shifted to stand behind them, smiling a little too widely, the points of her teeth glinting, at anyone who looked at them askance.

“We had quite the victory,” Anakin agreed. He preened slightly. But — “And you’re right, Chancellor, we do need our rest. General Kenobi has served very well, and we’re all eager to rest and prepare for our next deployment.”

Palpatine’s smile widened still further. “Ah, yes. General Kenobi is an incredible public servant, he’s such a delight to have at events such as these.”

This time it was Anakin who tensed slightly. Ahsoka sidled up surreptitiously and linked her arm with Master Obi-Wan’s, flanking him between them, drawn up as tall as she could make herself.

Anakin looked intently at Palpatine, trying to communicate to his friend that now was not the time for politics. He’d thought this would be easy, but the Chancellor seemed determined to keep Kenobi with him all evening. The crowd had begun to disperse, realizing they weren’t going to be receiving any attention for awhile, but they milled about nearby, clearly listening in.

“I—” Obi-Wan began, but Anakin decided to risk his Master’s wrath and just cut him right off.

“And he and I are always happy to be invited by such gracious hosts!” he blurted out quickly. “But sadly, we will have to wait for another invitation before we get the chance to enjoy one another’s company. We really do have to be going.”

Palpatine studied him for a moment.

Go on, Anakin urged him silently. Please. Come on. You know we want to leave.

The silence dragged.

“Master Kenobi,” Palpatine said warmly, turning to Obi-Wan, and Anakin felt a wave of relief. “What do you say? Shall we… let you out of your duties for the sake of your valiant friends?”

Oh, what the fuck?

It had the ring of a joke but was worded like a trap. And Anakin could see, in slow-motion, the flicker of resignation and bitterness deep in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, just behind the friendly smile, and knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something about it.

Anakin let out a loud laugh and clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulder again. “Sorry, everyone. We’re on a time crunch, we have to get back in time for dessert.”

Ahsoka laughed, too, and clung a little tighter to Obi-Wan’s arm.

Obi-Wan looked somewhere between confused and horror struck.

Palpatine’s smile froze.

Anakin chuckled and waved at the surrounding crowd, shrugging in a you-know-how-it-is sort of way. “Hey, he promised us milkshakes. General I may be, but I still demand my old Master fulfill his promises of unhealthy desserts.”

“Hey, I think out of everyone, I deserve milkshakes the most!” Ahsoka interjected, her tone teasing.

A few of the politicians shot her amused smiles. Ordinarily she would have bristled, but in this instance she just shot them knowing, conspiratorial looks, like a child deliberately making mischief. There was a ripple of laughter.

“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “I think I definitely took out the most droids.”

“Riiiight,” said Ashoka. “After I took out the battlement. By myself.”

They ribbed back and forth. The gala was eating it up, their faces amused and indulgent, intrigued by the display of youthful frivolity and friendship the Jedi were giving them. Obi-Wan was still pinned between them, rooted helplessly to the spot.

Anakin looked back at the Chancellor, expecting a smile.

Instead he got a blank expression — which quickly turned into a loud bark of laughter and a grandfatherly grin. He clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd and said, “Oh, I believe our brave Hero and his friends have earned themselves a night out for something as innocent and delightful as milkshakes, don’t you say?”

The crowd laughed and nodded; there was scattered applause, and it was done.

Anakin winked at the Chancellor and then turned on the spot, he and Ahsoka striding out the room with Obi-Wan trapped in the middle, waving and bowing at anyone who smiled in their direction.

The three of them escaped out of the ballroom, down the flight of stairs, and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the landing platform, where their ship was waiting in the semi-darkness of the Coruscant night.

Anakin and Ahsoka turned at the same time to look at Obi-Wan, each of them still holding on to one of the Master’s arms.

There was a long silence.

Obi-Wan stared tiredly down at the speeder for a very long time.

Anakin looked at his Padawan nervously.

But then Obi-Wan’s lips twitched beneath his beard, and then he chuckled, and then he burst into uproarious laughter. The sound was infectious; relieved and excited, the other two clung to him and laughed, all of them half-leaning on the railing, cackling like idiots.

They laughed until they ran out of breath, and then laughed a little more.

After a long while, Obi-Wan disentangled his arms from their controlling grips but immediately settled them back, one on Anakin’s shoulder and the other resting on Ahsoka’s back. “I think,” he said, “I promised you milkshakes. Dex’s?”

“Oh, I definitely remember you saying that!” Ahsoka said. “Dex’s is great.”

“Yeah, and you also definitely said you’d pay,” Anakin wheedled.

“No,” Obi-Wan said firmly.

“Awww. Worth a shot,” Anakin whispered to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled. “I said I’d pay for Ahsoka’s. You, my Knighted former Padawan, can pay for your own dessert.”

Ahsoka cheered. Anakin groaned. They strolled off into the night, ambling without haste or urgency or fear, connected by light touches of the hands and arms, and by something deeper and unseen and familial.

There would be time for the war and politics later.

Right now, they were late for dessert.

fin

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For Whom The Bell Tolls | Corinthian x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x Lead Singer!Reader

Meet at a concert :)

summary: You're not expecting to meet someone so handsome when you're on tour with one of your favourite bands, but then again, just about anything can happen.

tws: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of murder/violence, talk of biting

It was kind of scary, being on tour with one of your favourite bands, a band you had been listening to for years and who you had admired for so long; you wanted to make a good impression, and you hoped that your band would be just as good as they were. But still, you were nervous as you heard the crowd cheer and as you prepared the play the last song of your set before the headliners came out; you had started the set with a cover of Metallica's 'For Whom The Bell Tolls', and you were going to end with a cover of the headliner's 'Coat of Arms'. Fuck, you were shaking as you looked at the crowd and heard the instrumental introduction to the song. But still, you gathered yourself, and you grabbed the microphone.

"At dawn envoy arrives, morning of October twenty eight, no-day proven by deed, descendants of Sparta, Athens, and Crete, look north, ready to fight, enemies charge from the hills, to arms facing defeat, there’s no surrender, there’s no retreat - time after time, force their enemies back to the line! Call to arms, banners fly in the wind, for the glory of Hellas, coat of arms reading “Freedom or Death”, blood of king Leonidas! Air raid pounding the land, bombers are flying both day and night, endure six days of rain dropped by invaders bombraid in vain, strike hard the tables have turned, drive them back over the hills - at arms just like before, soldiers, civilians, Hellas at war, by their own hand forced the enemy out of their land!"

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins when you headed off, shaking like a damn dog as you made your way out to the bar; thankfully, bands that played didn't get charged, and as you grabbed your Stoli on the rocks, you felt like you could finally relax.

But that's when you saw him.

Tall and blonde, he leaned against the wall as he sipped on a glass of whisky, and you figured that there would be no harm in at least making conversation as you made your way over and cleared your throat. "Hi."

"Hi," he seemed to perk up as he looked at you, thick sunglasses ablaze with the lights as he smiled. "If I'm not mistaken, you were just up on the stage."

You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck as you shrugged. "Uh, yeah... yeah, that was my band."

"You were great," he told you, a certain sincerity in his voice that made you swallow thickly. "I don't think I've ever heard a decent cover of Sabaton songs... until now."

"You think so?" You asked, lighting up a little as you dared to grin.

He nodded, smiling back as he didn't even try to be subtle about checking you out. "I know so... I've definitely not heard it from a guy as handsome as you, either... why don't you stay with me a while? We can watch Sabaton's set together."

You practically jumped at the chance as you downed your drink and nodded eagerly. "Sure. I'd uh, that'd be great... I'm (y/n), by the way."

"Corinthian," he told you with a hum. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh, you too," you chuckled, more than nervous as you realised just how fucking handsome this guy was. Tall, blonde, wearing a Sabaton t-shirt that you could tell without looking was their Red Baron design - just like the hoodie you had in the green room. The hoodie you had had for years. You shook your head.

"Don't be nervous," Corinthian purred. "I don't bite, unless you ask me to."

If he was honest, Corinthian would have been more than happy to bite you if you wanted him to; as he looked at you, he didn't feel the urge to kill like he did around other mortals, he didn't feel the urge to tear you apart and to take your eyes. He just wanted to pin you against the nearest wall and make you moan his name, wondering if it would sound as good as when you sang; he just wanted to bite you and to make you his if you would let him. He smiled at the thought, running his tongue along his bottom lip and hardly able to ignore the way you looked at him.

"What if I did ask you to, though?" You asked quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.

"I'd tell you we should probably find somewhere more private," he replied, "and I'd make sure that I gave you everything you want."

You swallowed thickly. "After Sabaton's set... would you be able to bite me?"

"Gladly."

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[alltooreid]

I Think He Knows

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute pining fluff fic

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.

“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”

“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”

You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.

“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.

“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”

She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”

“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”

You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”

“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.

“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”

“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”

“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”

She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”

You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”

Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.

“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”

“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.

“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.

“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”

“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.

“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”

JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.

“So am I not invited to the party?”

“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “

“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”

“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly. 

Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.

“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”

“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”

“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”

“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.

“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you. 

“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”

“Shut it Morgan.”

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it. 

It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.

“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”

“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”

“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.

“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”

This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.

“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”

“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”

“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.

“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”

Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”

“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”

“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”

“You’re on Y/N/N.”

7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”

You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Have you told him?”

You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”

“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”

You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.

“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”

He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”

You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”

He paled, “And do what?”

“We’re going on our first date.”

He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed. 

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory. 

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him. 

You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at. 

“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”

You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”

You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”

He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”

“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”

So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.

His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book. 

After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.

He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours. 

At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10. 

She could definitely spare a couple of minutes. 

“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”

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[esperata]

Since its Pride month I’m sharing this chapter from an old fic I did where some rogues attend the street party. Just some soft hattercrow really, a dash of harlivy, and a hint of riddlebird if you know what to look for.

The Pride festival was a particularly special event in the Gotham calendar. Whether the citizens realized it or not, it was the only occasion all the Rogues had a tacit agreement not to disrupt. Other holidays were fair game, and some were even considered the prerogative of certain individuals, yet Pride was for all and therefore off limits.

This was the first year Jervis had actually attended though. A small group of Arkhamites were currently blending into the crowd in a way they would never achieve any other day.

Harley was extravagant, even by her usual standards, yet all the same she didn’t stand out from the crowd. Her hair was dyed a variety of shades of pink and her outfit seemed to consist of ribbons and strips of fabric from every colour of the rainbow. Next to her Ivy looked positively conservative in a purple and pink striped t-shirt with a lighter pink striped mini skirt, topped off with a plain white belt.

For some unaccountable reason Edward was collecting up cocktail umbrellas from discarded drinks, all in multifarious colours. He was wearing a distinctive jacket of lurid pink paired with a pair of royal blue pants all combined with a rich purple shirt, none of which seemed to tone at all.

Jervis himself was trying to be both subtle and obvious, an attempt which he was aware was impossible. But let it not be said he couldn’t believe in impossible things! His suit was a light blue and underneath he wore a bright pink shirt. The look was completed by a striking white tie. Already he’d received a few cheerful compliments that immensely buoyed his spirits.

Not quite so much as the feeling of a thin hand slipping into his.

He cast an undeniably fond look at his boyfriend. Jonathan’s anxiety was palpable but calmed as he shifted closer and met Jervis’ gaze. Out of all of them, he stood out the most with his subdued choice of clothes, only wearing a scarf and pin to indicate his membership to the community.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked lowly.

“Do you know, I am? Thank you for bringing me my dear.”

Jonathan ducked his head in the delightful manner he had and shrugged dismissively.

“It wasn’t my idea to come,” he pointed out.

“No,” Jervis agreed, casting a glance to their companions who were throwing themselves into the festivities. “But you came with me nonetheless. I appreciate that.”

He pulled Jonathan’s hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss there. It was risky since the man hated public displays of affection even more than he hated being out in society, yet it was rewarded with a pleased smile. Apparently he felt it concealed enough by the party around them.

“If you want to leave at any time,” Jervis reminded him softly. “You only have to say.”

Jonathan paused briefly to cast his eyes over the scene around them.

“I don’t,” he answered slowly. “Its… nice. It feels like belonging.”

Jervis squeezed his hand tighter.

“You’ll always belong Jonathan. You belong with me just as I belong with you.”

“You say the most ridiculous things sometimes.” Despite his words, Jonathan let go of his hand and wrapped his arm about the shorter man’s shoulders.

For a few minutes they simply watched the dancing crowds and soaked up the warmth of each other’s presence and Jervis thought the conversation over. Then Jonathan licked his lips and spoke again.

“Do you promise Jervis? Always?”

Jervis turned to him and looked up into his worried gaze.

“I promise my dearest. Always.”

And with that Jonathan swept downwards to steal a kiss, uncaring if anyone saw them. Because it was a sight they would just have to get used to.

[kimnjss]

unconscious confession | jhs

⤑  series: heartbreaker

⤑ pairing: stoner!hoseok x cheerleader!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! 

⤑ rating: pg13

⤑ word count: 3.4 // unedited

⤑ warnings: use of recreational drugs..!!

⤑ A/N: hiiii! thanks to everyone who has been reading along so far and giving me feedback with each and every update !! i really appreciate it honestly it’s a really big motivator for me. sooo i hope you like this part as well, don’t forget to let me know what you think . and also it’s this hoseok walking around lmao .

OCTOBER 3RD, 2020 | 19:26

Hoseok showed up to the game while the players were still practicing and you and the rest of the squad were in the middle of stretches. He looks effortlessly handsome from the quick glimpse you get before he's slumping down onto the metal. Focus on tucking each crumble of weed into the paper, but he'd occasionally steal glances at you on the field.

And your eyes meet each and every time. He played into the casual feel he wanted to set for tonight, an oversized pale yellow shirt underneath his light denim jacket. The pants he wears matches the jean of his jacket but are covered in rips, hair being held back by a headband. You've never noticed it before, but staring at him from the field when you really should be stretching had you realizing how well he carried himself. All of the time.

Thankfully, you're able to keep focus while you're actually cheering. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that rises in your chest at the sight of him cheering for you (it's not for the players on the field who are losing, badly). He even waves cutely at you as you're being thrown in the air and you consider ruining your form to wave back. But decide against it, Jimin would throw a fit.

His attention is on you from kickoff through overtime, taking the steps two at a time as the players line up to congratulate the winning team. “Ooh. Here comes your biggest fan,” Jimin points out from beside you, slightly breathless from the back-to-back routines.

You're gulping down mouthfuls of water, so you actually don't see when Hoseok makes his way over to you. Not until Jimin's words are registering and your head is whipping around to catch the wide smile on his pretty face. He doesn't hesitate to drop his arm over your shoulders, easily tucking your body into his side.

Instantly, you're engulfed in the familiar scent of him. The subtle stench of weed masked by his sweet cologne. You've never been around a guy who smelt as sweet as Hoseok always did, used to the overpowering stink of AXE body spray, but you're convinced he's never purchased a bottle. 

He's offering a quick nod of acknowledgment to Jimin, which is met with a halfhearted wave as he leans down to tie his laces. “You were pretty cool cheering,” He tries to be nonchalant with his compliment, eyes focused on the sky as he talks. Which is pointless, you already caught the way he had been cheering from the crowd.

“'Pretty cool', that's it?” There's a playful smirk on your lips that he finds way more inciting than he should. But, he's determined to keep his cool in front of you so all he does is lift his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Yeah, pretty cool.” He repeats in the same tone as before.

You don't even bother to mask the snicker that sneaks past your lips. “I put my leg behind my head it was just 'pretty cool'? Maybe you need an up-close demonstration?” It's the one that you use that catches him off guard, highlighting the meaning behind your suggestion.

He stumbles slightly, eyes widening slightly. That was obviously something he's thought about before... respectfully. This wasn't the first time he's seen what your body could do and it never failed to get his mind wandering. Of course, he's thought if he had the chance to sleep with you, would you pull out the same tricks you do on the field. Who wouldn't wonder that with someone they were pursuing? 

But, the fact that you were mentioning it. Hinting at it like you were planning for exactly that to happen, that was a whole different ballpark. And it's obvious from the slightly dazed look in his eye, that you can't help but laugh at. Pulling him from his thoughts with the sound of your laugh.

“You're funny,” You say through your laughter, which he's quickly catching on to – soft chuckles leaving his lips.

He leads you all the way to the locker rooms, where he waits outside for you to change out of your uniform and into the sweater and jeans you had picked out for your date. Compliment at the edge of his tongue the moment you're stepping out, arm dropping back down around your shoulder.

While the two of you walk to his car, he fills you in on the hilarious thing Jeongguk did that morning. And you laugh along with him. Like an actual laugh, not one of those forced ones to boost his ego. He's animated as he speaks, gesturing wide and goofy voices tagged as his friend's voices.

You're a few steps from his car when he's rushing ahead of you, pulling the car door open before dramatically gesturing to it. “M'lady,” He says as you pass him and you know he's just kidding, but your heart skips a beat.

There's got to be something wrong with you, you're sure of it. You've been on tons of dates in the past and here you were all warm and fuzzy inside and the date has barely started. It was comforting being around Hoseok, though. As if you've always known him, you hardly had to do any thinking when you texted and it was no different in person.

You can't help but wonder if it felt like that for him too. A connection like that can't just go unnoticed, right? Or maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “Will you tell me now where we're going?” You're asking as he's settling into the space beside you, tugging his seatbelt around his waist.

“I won't tell you until we're there.” You had spent the entire night before trying to guess where he was taking you, which was no use. The shrug emoji was a favorite of his you were quickly realizing. “It's really cool, though. You're gonna like it,” He says with a grin.

If that was supposed to ease your curious mind, it does the exact opposite. A place he was sure you were going to like? How would he know? Talked for seven days straight, but that's only one week. Do you really know what someone likes after one week?

Hoseok's quiet the entire car ride, a small smile playing on his lips as he drives. You're too busy striking out possible date locations to make any conversation, so the soft sound of his music is the only noise that fills the car. He's humming along to the beat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, hair being swept by the wind. He's something out of a movie, it's hard to really focus on anything else.

Ten whole minutes pass of you shamelessly admiring his profile before he's shoving the car into park. “We're here,” Arms stretched out in front of him and your eyes squint, figuring you're missing something. “Where's here?” You're asking when you can't find the answer for yourself.

Hoseok lets out a small laugh, hand reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. “You gotta get out to see it,” He's at your door seconds later, pulling it open and offering his hand out to you. Which you take, allowing him to pull you from the warmth and into the night wind. With his fingers laced with yours, he leads you away from the car.

You were standing on a cliff and the closer you get to the edge, the prettier it gets. Lights from the city below twinkling, but it looks so quiet. “You can see everything up here,” His fingers are still laced with yours, forgotten between you. “Right. I like to come here sometimes and just look,” Even with the endless conversation the two of you shared throughout the week, there were still quite a few things you didn't know about him.

Like the fact that he had a spot or the reason, he felt like he needed one in the first place. “How come you wanted to have our date here?” Aren't spots supposed to be private? Wouldn't showing you where he goes to 'just look', take away from that?

All at once, he's becoming all too aware with the warmth of your hand in his. The small tingle he feels throughout his palm that he had done a good job at ignoring up until now. It's the reason he's wiggling his fingers from your grasp and shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans.

He's plopping down on the rock with a thud, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like bringing you here. So I did.” He's trying to be cool and you're not too sure why. There's a code in his words that isn't at all hard to read. He wanted to bring you here, let you in on a piece of him and no matter how nonchalant he tried to act about it, that's what it was.

So you're lowering yourself to sit beside him. From his pocket, he's pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and tucking it between his lips. He's quick with lighting it, taking his time with inhaling. “I don't really go on dates like that, you know. I mean, I do... but I don't. When I take girls out, it's like a gratuity, you know? But, I like talking to you and I wanted to show you something cool too. So I brought you here,”

His free hand rests on the ground behind you, inadvertently pulling your body closer to his. “Do you like it?” There's a bit of hopefulness in his voice that's hard to miss.

You're smiling brightly up at him, nodding your head to rid him of any confusion. “I like it. It's really pretty. Thank you for showing it to me,” Just your smile was enough to have the flutter starting up in his chest, but the way you talked to him? He'd turn into a blubbering fool if he wasn't careful.

He extends his hand, wordlessly offering the smoke out to you. And you're assuming that he just wants you to hold it for a second, so you pluck it from his fingers. And wait. He's snorting out a laugh at the patient look on your face. “You gonna hit it or...?”

“Oh! Uhm... no?” He's quick with pulling it from your fingers at the rejection, no desire to waste anything. “Why not? Are you like a good girl or something?” He teases, words coming through a cloud of smoke.

You're letting out a scoff, eyes rolling at his words. “No. I'm an athlete. My body is my most important instrument. Which includes my lungs,” He's bursting out laughing at the snootiness hidden in your tone. A loud laugh contagious laugh that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.

“Well, excuse me,” He speaks through your dying laughter.

With his arm resting behind you, you're naturally leaning into his side. The calm of the night and having him so close has a warm feeling settling in your chest, so much so that it's hard to contain the smile that has spread onto your features. Sitting in comfortable silence and watching the city below and it doesn't feel weird.

Content with just being around him and that's something you've never felt before. Whether or not he was feeling it too was lost on you, his focus on moving the blunt to and from his lips, a cloud of smoke forming above your heads.

“You see that greenish building?” You're pointing a little ways ahead of you. He has to lean forward and squint to see what you're referring to but nods once he spots it. “That's my middle school,” Punctuating your words with a grin up at him.

His fingers move to flick his scraps into the window, his body moving closer to you now that his focus wasn't split. “What was Middle School Yn like?” His free hand fidgets with the pebbles on the other side of his body, the other resting over your shoulder.

“Middle School Yn?” You repeat with a laugh, head tilting to the side as you're brought back to what you were like in middle school. Nothing like how you've turned out. “She was... different?” You're laughing again, planning on leaving it at that.

But, he's got this expectant look on his face, waiting for you to go on. So you do. “I kept to myself mostly, didn't have many friends. Not nearly as confident as I am now. I read a lot and did my homework. That's it,” He doesn't seem shocked or even surprised by the fact that you weren't always this popular magazine cut-out creation of yourself.

He doesn't even bat an eye, simply nodding at your words. “So you were a little nerdy?” His words don't come out in the rude unconvinced way that you've heard before when showing your past yearbooks. It's more like he's trying to get an image of what you looked like back than despite anything else.

“You could say that,” He's nodding, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Cute. Middle School me would've had the biggest crush on you.” Hoseok speaks as if it's just another fact like his words don't have a flutter shooting through your chest.

And with how sure he was that you two would've hit it off in middle school, you can't help but become curious. “What were you like back then?” You try to picture what a younger version of him would look like. How he'd act. Probably still cool, unbothered by most things that would usually send kids into a rage.

Your imagination doesn't get too far before he's answering. “I was a bit of a hothead... always wanted to fight someone. I was sensitive and emotional, so I argued a lot with whoever. I had a ton of friends, though. But looking, they were probably just afraid of not being my friend.” He laughs so you offer up a small giggle.

Your hand had been mindlessly resting on his thigh before, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric of his jeans as he speaks. “So why do you think you'd have a crush on me?” From the way he described himself, it seemed like you two wouldn't even sit by each other – let alone be close enough that he'd develop a crush.

He's shrugging at your words, an action that you've quickly realized is his favorite. A way to give off nonchalance, but looking close enough it's not hard to detect the light blush that dusts over his cheeks. “You said you were quiet. I think I would've liked being around you. Listening to you talk... like now,” His arm drops from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, using his grip to pull you closer to him.

“Think if I met you then or now, I'd still be into the way you smile... or the pretty way you roll your eyes when you're trying to act annoyed. And yeah, just you.” His hand reaches for yours in his lap, loosely twisting your fingers with his. “Any version of me would like you,” It's so soft, you're not sure if that last part was meant for you to hear.

His eyes are focused out in front of you, not even slightly looking like someone that just confessed. So you ignore it, summing it up as a slip of the tongue. You don't comment, but that doesn't stop the butterflies from taking over your stomach.

All at once, you're being met with the undeniable urge to kiss him. Just to see what it feels like. Throw out the self-proclaimed challenge you set for yourself because Arya was probably wrong. You've spent the entire night with the guy, he cheered you on from the crowd, brought you to his spot, and now this... unconscious confession. The fact that he liked you was on his mind so much that he was saying it without even realizing it.

You found it extremely hard to think someone like that would have the wrap sheet he was given. Or, maybe he did in the past... but with you it was different. Why else would he take you here, invite you into his space and talk to you the way that he has if it wasn't anything different? Right?

Right.

So before you can talk yourself out of it, you're tilting your head to the side to face him. “It's pretty here, huh?” Voice much softer now, you've taken control of the fiddling of fingers. Twisting yours around him and occasionally brushing your nails against his skin. It's subtle enough to be taken lightly but just enough to leave his skin tingling.

He's quick to pick up on your change of demeanor, brows raising in slight surprise, but he doesn't say anything. In fact, he's following your lead, leaning his body in closer to yours. “Mhm. Quiet too, nobody really comes over here,” His fingers tug at the belt loops in your jeans, tongue pushing out to wet his lips.

“That's good,” Your breath brushes against his lips as you speak, eyes dropping to his lips. He doesn't say anything else, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp just so he can spread his palm on the side of your neck. And then his lips are crashing down onto yours, hand holding your head in place.

Hoseok kisses you slowly at first, mouth molding with yours. But it's not long before he's brushing his tongue over your lips, testing the waters before he's plunging in. Fingers pressed into his jeans, you try to keep your head from spinning as his tongue pushes against yours. He tastes earthy... but a little sweet. It's intoxicating.

With two hands planted firmly on your hips, he's easily lifting you onto his lap. The movement so fast it's forcing you to break the kiss, a squealed laugh breaking the kiss. Which he meets with a wide grin, reaching to push your hair from your face. Slowly, he drags the tips of his fingers over your jawline, until he's holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I really like your lips,” He says through a groan, leaning in to cover your mouth with his once more. Hands dropping to cover the curve of your ass, pushing your body further up on his lap so your hips collide. You can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your thigh and it takes everything in you not to grind your hips forward.

The feeling of his cool hands slipping underneath your sweater has a shiver running down your spine. Body reacting to the way his fingers climb up your skin, grazing over the underwire of your bra. His teeth tug at your lower lip and you feel the twitch of his cock hardening as his hands slide underneath.

Your slow with pulling back, not fully wanting to pull away – but knowing if you didn't stop now you wouldn't be able to convince yourself later on. It's cute, though, the way his lips chase yours as you put distance between the two of you. When he's not tasting the peach of your lip gloss, his eyes flutter open.

Two large hands resting over your breasts, cheeks matching the color of his eyes. “You don't want to?” He looks genuinely confused, like someone not wanting to sleep with him right away was some foreign concept. Still, he's pulling his hands from the inside of your shirt, resting them behind him.

“Not yet,” He nods, glossy lips spreading into a smile. “Okay,” He leans up to press a reassuring kiss to your nose before he's sliding you off of his lap. And then, without missing a beat he's saying. “I bet I can name more constellations than you,” Completely wiping away any possibility of an awkward moment rising.

Challenging you with a smirk on his face and the comfortable atmosphere you had been in before is quickly returning. “Yeah, okay.” He's stretched out on the ground so he can look at the sky properly and you're quick to lower yourself beside him.

And just like that, you're pointing out clusters of stars, laughing at the ridiculous names that you come up with. Your head pressed to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. You don't even notice as the hours tick by.

— you’re just his type. so it’s no surprise when all of his time and effort goes into making you his. though, they’ve always said… you only want it because you can’t have it.

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Misunderstanding

Characters: Steve McGarrett X Reader, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Kono Kalakaua

Word Count:1092

Warnings: Angst, Light teasing, fluff

A/n: This was a Requested by @camillyb​, #11 off the angst list of the prompt list I posted a little while ago. Prompt will be Bolded in story.

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You were trying to find a couple of files for a past case. You had looked up to see Steve and Chin talking in the main area. The longer you have been with Five-0 the more you started liking Steve. He’s a great guy, but you don’t know how he feels about you. You know that you should be an adult and tell him but if he doesn’t feel the same. That would just hurt you too much, there was also the fact that he is your boss.

You don’t know how long you had been staring at him when Danny walks up behind you.

“Would you stop staring at your boyfriend? It’s starting to get creepy.” Danny whispered into your ear, causing you to jump a little.

“Damn It Danny! He’s not my boyfriend, and I wasn’t staring.” You turned back to the filing cabinet.

“Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.” He looked over to Steve who was talking to Chin. “How about we call him over and ask him?

“He would say the same thing. We are not dating.”

“Okay.” You thought he would drop it, but you were so wrong. He moved into the doorway and started yelling. “STEVE! Your Girlfr…”

You moved your hand over his mouth as quick as you could. You looked over to see Steve and Chin staring at you. You smiled at them before quickly pulling him back into your office and closing the door.

“Can you shut up for once in your life?” Your hand still covering his mouth. “He’s going to hear you.”

“Mhmmh hhmhhh.” He mumbles into your hand, before licking your palm to get you to move it.

“EWW! Danny why would you do that?” You wiped your palm onto your jeans.

He just shrugged. You just rolled your eyes at him, then went back to going through your files.

“Don’t you have something better to do, like paperwork or sitting at your desk that’s all the way over there.” You pointed down the hall towards his office.

“Nope, I’m all done.” He had a large grin on his face.

“I hate you.”

“Aww, I love you too.” Doing a small head tilt.

Steve was watching the interaction between you and Danny. He couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy go through him. You and Danny have been talking a lot since you had joined. It was only a matter of time before the two of you got together.

“I wonder what that was all about.” Chin looked from the two of you to Steve, only to see his jaw tighten.

“They are probably trying to hide the fact that they are dating.”

“Why would Danny call your name then.”

“I don’t know.” He turned and walked to his office; his hands were balled up into fists.

Chin watched as Steve as he walked away. “How wrong you are Steve.” He said and chuckled to himself.

You watch as he walked past your office, you wondered why he was upset. You closed the cabinet and set down the files you had pulled out. You walked around Danny and out your office. You walked down towards his office and knocked on the door. He looked up from his desk and waved for you to come in.

“What’s up Y/n?” He was avoiding making any kind of eye contact with you.

“Are you alright?” You came and stood in front of his desk.

“I’m fine.” He finally looked up at you, you could see a mix of pain and anger in his eyes.

“Are you sure because you don’t seem fine?”

“Yeah.” He even put on a fake smile, but you weren’t convinced.

“Ok, well if you wanna talk about it my door is always open.” You walked back to the door but before you could even push the door open, his words stopped you.

“Are you and Danny together?”

“Wha… What?” You turned around to look at him.

“Are you and Danny dating?”

“You think… You think that we are.” You pointed out toward the other offices. You were stunned that he would ask you that. “Is that what this is about?”

Steve got up and came around his desk, he stopped in front of you.

“Since you didn’t answer my question, I’m going to assume that’s a yes.” You could hear the sound of disappointment in his voice.

“You know what happens when you assume, right?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What’s that?”

“You make an Ass out of U and Me.” You used one hand to point from him back to you.

“Yeah, well what’s one more instance.” He turned to walk back to walk back to his desk. You grabbed his bicep to make him stop.

“Hey, I’m sorry okay. That’s just something my mom would always say. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” You looked into his eyes to try to find some kind of emotion, but you didn’t find any. “No.”

“No what?”

“No, Danny and I are not together.” You saw him perk up slightly. “Now can you tell me why you are so upset about this?”

“I’m not upset about this. It’s just…” He scratched the back of his head trying to find the right words.

“Just what?” You have never seen him so flustered.

“Here’s the thing Y/n, I like you a lot. I just, I guess what I really want to say is…” You could see the internal battle that he was having. “I just…”

“Steve, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Yes.”

The both of you just smiled at each other. Next thing you guys hear was cheering coming from outside his office. You turn to see Danny, Chin, Kono hollering and hi-fiving each other. You opened the door, walking out with Steve right behind you.

“What’s going on out here?” You just looked around at everyone.

“It took you guys long enough.” Kono was the first to answer.

“What? You all knew?” Steve looked around at everyone.

“How could we not. I was more than obvious.” Danny walked closer to the two of you. “You guys aren’t very subtle at all.”

“I’m surprised that Y/n was the one to ask Steve out.” Chin teased.

“She’s intimidating.” Steve quickly defended himself.

Everyone gave him a confused look. You turned to Steve and hugged him.

“Aww, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be less scary.” You were trying to hold back a laugh.

“That’s all I ask.”

Everyone just started laughing.

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Ju Haknyeon - Teach Me [Requested]

Request: Reader is experienced/bad girl and Haknyeon is innocent and wants to learn about sex. They meet at bible study.

virgin! Haknyeon x mean girl! reader

Warnings: corruption kink, losing virginity, underage sex, unprotected sex, mild humiliation, slight dubcon

Thanks for the request love, I hope you enjoy!💕 Also goes without saying, don't manipulate/coerce someone into doing sexual things if they're not ready or comfortable yet okay? The bad girl reader trope was requested 😅

Haknyeon is willing to learn, and who would make a better teacher than his crush, you?

You blink blearily, barely registering the pastor's teachings, and subtly stifle a yawn. You look around the room to find some sort of distraction and a certain boy catches your eye. Haknyeon is furiously scribbling in his notes, listening intently to the pastor. You scoff slightly at how earnest he looks, catching his attention. He glances over to you, meeting your eye and flushes pink as he shoots you a shy smile, before going back to scribble in his notebook. How cute.

Finally, the pastor dismisses your class, and you're the first one out the door. A patter of footsteps sounds behind you and Haknyeon appears, slightly out of breath. "Hey!" he beams, still rather pink in his cheeks. You nod curtly at him and continue walking. "Mind if I walk you home?" he chirps, still ever so cheerful despite your disinterest. You give a non-committal shrug, and he takes that as a yes, falling into step with you, babbling about everything, from what happened during class, to what he's going to have for lunch. You're barely listening, but you're watching him. Everyone at Sunday school (and your high school friends) knew he had a massive crush on you since middle school, but he was never very subtle about it to begin with.

High cheekbones, golden skin, sparkly clear eyes and full pink lips. He wasn't really your type, far too naive and innocent, but you suppose he was rather cute. Your eyes travel downwards, and nearly bulge out of their sockets. The dorky boy you knew as a pre-teen was barely recognizable. Instead, he'd grown much taller, shoulders broad and fuck, thick thighs and perky ass flaunted in his tight blue jeans. His white button-up was clinging to his broad frame, his strong biceps peeking through the translucent sleeves. You feel your heart skip a beat as you take it all in, wondering when exactly he changed and why you hadn't noticed it sooner.

"We're here! I hope you have a great day, I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Haknyeon grins, and you snap out of your shameless staring. You finally decide to humor him, and give him one of your most dazzling smiles. You brush your hand against his arm, and Haknyeon shivers, breath hitching as your fingertips graze against his skin, blushing an even deeper red. You thank him for walking you home, and shut the front door with a final wink, leaving Haknyeon speechless on your doorstep. You spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about how attractive he suddenly seems to you, hand slipping under your waistband, fingering yourself as your imagination went wild, picturing yourself underneath him and more. You hadn't gotten laid in a while, and now you've decided on your target; the cutie from Sunday School.

The next day at school you decide to mess with him a little. You linger at his desk to make small talk, his usual chatty and confident demeanor suddenly faltering now that you're giving him your full attention, keeping eye contact throughout the whole conversation. You continue this through the week, getting bolder each time. You'd plop into the seat next to him at lunch, you'd lean just a little too close to him when you talk, you'd walk home together, hands accidentally brushing against each other's. You enjoyed the way he gets all nervous and riled up just for you, sparking a new interest in the boy. All the boys you've been with before have been the popular jock type, typically dominant in bed. Haknyeon seemed like a nice change, the goofy but good-natured kid that everyone liked; meek, submissive and eager to please, just for you. You can't wait to play with him.

Friday afternoon finally rolls around and your grand plan is about to fall into place. Your friends shake their head wearily when you told them what you were going to do, but they're used to it by now. You catch him after school, which was easy considering he was waiting patiently for you, like a little puppy outside your classroom. You hook your arm around his and head home together like you have all week, and yet another round of pink dusts his cheeks when you touch him. You're almost home when you exclaim "Ah! I forgot to ask if I could borrow your notes for bible study! I wasn't paying attention at all last week, and I don't wanna get in trouble the next lesson," pouting cutely.

Haknyeon lights up, enthusiastically offering to let you copy his notes. "You can have mine! But they're at home, do you wanna come over?" He gushes, pausing when he realizes what he said. "O-or I could, uhh, send you the pictures of my notes tonight?" He stammers, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. You beam at him, like he's your hero, clutching his arm. "I'd love to come over, Haki! Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," you croon, secretly enjoying the way Haknyeon turns crimson at the new nickname and skinship. You detour to his house and he leads you up to his bedroom, the empty house rather quiet except for the idle chat from the two of you.

He stands awkwardly as you enter his room, movie posters lining the walls and his books neatly arranged. "Would you like a soda? Cookies maybe? Make yourself at home, sit wherever you like! I'll go get my notebook," he rambles. You plop onto the edge of his bed, making yourself comfortable, patting the space next to you. "No need for that, Haki, thank you," you smile sweetly at him. He nods and starts looking around for his bible study notes, finally picking up the cute orange spiral notebook he always carries to bible study classes. He turns around, triumphantly holding the book, and promptly drops it when he sees what you're doing.

"W-what are you doing?" He whispers, his voice failing him as he gawks at you unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your lacy black bra. "Nothing, sweetie, why don't you come over here. Leave the book," you smile at him, beckoning him over with a crooked finger. Haknyeon walks over to you in a trance, his eyes never leaving your chest. He sits next to you as you take your blouse off and chuck it on the floor, pushing your chest out for him to take a good long look. You're gorgeous and you know it, and Haknyeon definitely thinks so. He gulps audibly and seems to snap out of it for a second. "Are you warm? I-i'll go turn on the AC!" he tries to get up but you pull him back down and into a fiery kiss.

He lets out a surprised squeak that quickly turns into a moan, eyss fluttering shut as you move your lips passionately against his, tongue licking into his parted lips. His hands are balled into clammy fists, not knowing where to put them. Blood is thundering through his veins; he can't believe his first kiss is with someone he'd been in love with for so long. His eyes remain shut as you pull away, wiping the spit from your lips, appreciating the dreamy look on his face. If he gets this much pleasure from a mere kiss, then you can't wait to see what happens later.

You caress his thighs with your hand, and he opens his eyes. Your fingertips dance across the muscles in his leg, hovering dangerously close to the tent in his pants. Haknyeon gasps, understanding what you're about to do, clutching your hand before it could wander any further. "N-no, we shouldn't be doing this..." he trails off in a terrified whisper. You turn cold immediately, feigning disappointment, and Haknyeon feels stabs of guilt when he shouldn't. "You don't like me anymore, Haki?" you pout, trying your best to sound hurt. His eyes turn round as saucers and he holds your hands close to his heart, his heartbeat thrumming beneath your touch. "No no! I still really like you, it's just... we're not supposed to do this until we get married right?" The sincerity in his voice and actions almost makes you give up the act and leave the boy alone. Almost.

You carress his cheek and give him your best puppy eyes. "But we're going to get married one day, so it shouldn't matter anyway, right?" you bat your eyelashes at him, watching his eyes light up at the mention of marriage. You almost scoff at his naivety but you have to keep up the act. His sweet innocence is making you wetter by the minute and you'll be damned if you screw up the opportunity to play with your new toy. "Please, Haki? I really like you..." your trembling lips and puppy eyes have him crumbling, his resolve and devotion to his Lord ebbing away in the face of temptation that is you, the girl of his dreams.

Haknyeon gulps and after a painstakingly long pause, he nods slowly. "Okay... but, do you know how?" Puzzled, you tilt your head. "How..?"

"I've never done this before," he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. "Silly boy, I'll teach you everything you want to know." He gasps when you dig the heel of your palm into his bulge. "Aah, it feels weird. Good, but weird." he whispers, shutting his eyes. "Never touched yourself before, baby?"

"N-no..."

"Really? Never jerked off thinking about me at night?" you tease, now slowly rubbing his growing bulge through his pants, causing him to tremble. He shakes his head shyly, soft moans falling from his lips. You unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free and your mouth waters at the sight. Thick, veiny, decently long and twitching with precum. "Fuck, baby look at you. Such a pretty cock. Am I the first girl to see it?" you trail a finger up his shaft and he bucks his hips, already too sensitive. He nods furiously and you giggle, finally grasping the base of his cock. "What an honor."

You slowly drag your fist up and down his shaft, and he lets out a lewd moan, throwing his head back. You kiss his neck and decide to grab his hand, making him close it into a fist around his length. You wrap your hand around his and guide it up and down just as you've been doing. "Open your eyes and watch, Haki. This is how you jack off, yknow, when I'm not there to help you," you smirk, twisting your wrist every so often. His bottom lip quivers as he jerks himself, slowly gaining confidence to take over and stroke himself faster, moaning loudly as you switch to playing with his balls instead, carressing and massaging them.

Haknyeon cums unexpectedly, some of it spilling onto his shirt, all over his hands and some on yours too. You dip your fingers in his cum and suck on them, making sure he's watching the way your tongue laps eagerly at the sticky fluid. He's panting so harshly he might pass out, so you hold him close, his face resting on the plushness of your breasts as you stroke his hair. A few moments pass and his heart rate steadies, and he plants a grateful kiss on your lips, before shyly rubbing his neck, an awkward question on his tongue. You sense it, and you convince him to ask. "So how do girls... masturbate then?" He mumbles. You laugh sofrly at his question, spreading your legs wide so he can see how wet your panties have gotten.

You take your panties and skirt off and start playing with yourself, middle finger toying with your clit before dipping into your folds. "I always pretend it's your cock inside me instead of my fingers, Haki, but I have to make do with what I've got." you drawl. You can't miss the way Haknyeon's eyes follow the movements of your fingers, rubbing yourself desperately pinching and flicking your swollen clit, moaning shamelessly just to rile him up. Indeed, he's hard again, cock standing proud against his soft tummy. "I'm really close baby, but I don't wanna cum without you," you whine. He licks his lips, his voice hoarse with excitement. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me."

He wastes no time scrambling over to you, pressing his tip into your folds. You gasp, nails scratching at his arms at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck, fuck, wait baby you c-can't stick it all in at once- aaAHH!" you squirm as you feel every inch of his thick cock stretching you out, thrashing beneath him in a mix of pleasure and pain. Haknyeon hovers above you panting, gripping your hips as he slowly bottoms out, your walls clenching deliciously around him. You can feel your skin start to bruise with how hard he's pressing into your flesh, but you like it. "Mmmhh, you're so big, baby, stretching out my cunt like that. Gonna fuck me good? I'll teach you how, baby, don't worry," you smirk once you've adjusted to his size. He starts thrusting shallowly, and even that is toe-curling pleasure, the drag of his cock against your walls like ecstasy. He picks up speed with your encouragement, neither of you going to last long. He fucks you harder and faster, the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass like music to your ears.

"F-fuck you're already so good at this, a natural, huh, baby? You learn s-so quickly, fucking me so good like the little - ah - fucktoy you are. How does my p-pussy feel after dreaming about it for so long?" your words stilted by the force of his thrusts. He sobs, actually grateful that he gets to have a taste of your pussy after loving you from afar for so long. "So good, you feel amazing, ahhh, thank you my love," he mewls as he pummels into you. "Make me cum first, Haki," you command. He nods shakily, biting his lip with the effort of staving off his orgasm that it's starting to bleed. You cum all over his cock screaming, almost forcing it out with how hard your pussy tightens. He whines, pulling out and roughly jerking himself off, shooting spurts of cum on your tummy, emptying his balls with a loud groan.

He collapses onto you, exhausted but grateful. Your head is spinning from (surprisingly) the best orgasm you've ever had, and your legs feel like jelly. At least you're looking forward to the pretty finger-shaped marks on your legs and hips to remind you of the fun you had today. Haknyeon is almost falling asleep on top of you so you push him away before he suffocates you. He grins dreamily at you, his eyes glassed over and looking thoroughly fucked out, euphoric that he lost his precious virginity to his first love. He looks so sweet and grateful that you almost feel bad for saying everything you had said to get him tl fuck you. Again, almost. You press another soft kiss to his lips and watch as his eyes flutter shut, a dopey smile on his lips as he falls asleep. You quickly clean up and get dressed, snatching up his orange notebook and sneaking out before his family got home, wincing at the soreness in your lower region.

Sunday comes around and you return Haknyeon his bible study notes with a wink, and he smiles brightly at you, completely forgiving you for leaving him to wake up alone, sweaty and covered in cum two days ago. He walks you home again after class, and again the next day after school, and the next day and the next. As much as you don't see a real future with Haknyeon, you decide to roll with it and keep him happy, as long as it promised you earth-shattering orgasms in the form of after school 'study sessions' or bathroom quickies during lunch.

~

Haknyeon knows. He knows you never truly liked him the way he loves you. He knows you're just using him for a good time, but he thinks, no, he hopes, that if he lets you do whatever you want with him, that maybe, just maybe, you'll start to like him too.

A/N: I think I got too carried away with this one too, sorry 😅 poor bb Haki ❤

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Chocolate

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 1.8k 

Summary: Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings for George thinking it is actually Fred she’s talking to.

Warning: mentions of alcohol

A/N: I’m having way too much fun writing again, any feedback is always welcomed and if you have any ideas for future one shots let me know :)

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The Gryffindor common room floor feels like it’s about to take flight with the vibrations from the multiple speakers set up around the room. The Gryffindor quidditch team had won the first game of the year against Slytherin so of course celebrations were in order.

You found herself in the middle of the makeshift dance floor with Alicia and Angelina dancing and singing, no screaming to the music. You jump up on the nearby table taking a big swig of some fire whiskey. You start to swing your hips to the music and continue yelling the lyrics to your favourite song which just started playing. You hear a few people below whistling and cheering you on.

“Yeah! Go Y/N! Woo!” You think it was Angelina calling out, acting as your hype woman.

As the song comes to an end you jump off the table feeling like a rock star. As your feet make contact with the floor you stumble. Your legs seem to give way, maybe it was because of the way you landed but it was most likely because of the amount of alcohol running through your system, you fell to the floor.

“Woah Y/N are you okay?” Alicia was immediately by your side helping you up. You couldn’t control the giggles escaping from your mouth.

“M’ fine babe just need ‘nother drink” your words mixing into each other.

Alicia shakes her head at your drunken state, “I think you need to slow down love. C’mon, come sit down while I get you some water” Alicia guides you over to the couches on the corner of the common room, looking for a free one which isn’t occupied by a couple making out, she spots George sitting alone, perfect she thinks, a mischief glint in her eyes.

“Hey, do you mind watching this one for a minute?” Alicia practically pushes you onto the couch and you might as well be sitting on George’s lap with how close you are to him. The redhead just laughs and nods his head at Alicia who disappears back through the crowd.

The thing with being drunk is your vision tends to get blurry which is exactly what had happened to you, your surroundings becoming fuzzy. Fred and George can be tough to tell apart on a good day so add

some alcohol into the mix and some might find it near impossible. You always prided yourself on the ability to tell the 2 twins apart, noticing subtle differences in their appearance and the way they spoke which helped you realise which one was which. Although the butterflies George never failed to give you when he was in the same room as you, helped you in telling who was who. However right now in this moment you were absolutely certain the redhead sitting next to you was Fred, oh how wrong you were.

“Havin’ a good night then little one?” George says, placing an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to steady your swaying body, maybe using that as an excuse to be close to you.

“Oh loads” you yell over the thumping music, “my foot is kinda sore though, actually ya know what might fix that?” George is too entertained by your drunken rambling to answer. “I think some chocolate will help, don’t ya think chocolate just fixes everything, maybe chocolate has somethin’ magical in it. Don’t you think chocolate is just delicious?” you hiccup, George nods amused.

Your eyes widen as you’re reminded of something “Oh Freddie, I think I know why I love chocolate so much” George doesn’t think he heard you right, did you just call him Fred? He goes to correct you, but you keep talking.

“Chocolate tastes so warm and sweet, it reminds me of Georges eyes, his eyes are so warm and sweet to look at” you say almost dreamingly, George shuts his mouth pretty quickly. “George has the prettiest eyes. I mean he’s got the prettiest everything. His face is like, like it was crafted by angels. And he’s so funny, everything he says makes me smile, I like him so much Freddie.”

George thinks he must be dreaming, surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. You feel your eyes growing heavier by the second, resting your head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Freddie, promise me you won’t tell George, I couldn’t take it if he doesn’t like me back.” You say curling into his side.

George doesn’t know what to say, part of him wants to tell you that he isn’t actually Fred, that he’s George and he does like you back but the other part of him kind of feels embarrassed he didn’t say anything sooner, so he opts for:

“I’m sure he likes you too.” He doesn’t think you heard it though, judging from the light snores coming from your mouth.

At that point Alicia is back in front of them, thanking George for watching you while she was gone, with a little struggle she is walking you back to your dorm.

~~~

The next morning George is sitting with Lee and Fred in the great hall, spilling everything Y/N said last night.

“I knew she liked you!” Lee exclaims, “like she’s always staring at you during class.”

Fred chuckles “maybe she thought she was staring at me.”

George shoves him in the chest, shaking his head. The tall boy is nervous to see you today. He isn’t sure what he is going to say, George knows he needs to tell you that he feels the same way but a part of him is worried you didn’t actually mean what you said. You were very drunk and drunk people tend to say some random stuff. He doesn’t have much time to dwell over it because he spots you and Angelina walking into the great hall. Your hair is a little crazy, obviously quickly been thrown in a bun and you clearly are sporting a killer hangover but he still thinks you look divine.

“Surprised to see you up so early Y/N, you were very intoxicated last night” Lee laughs as you and Angelina sit down.

You groan, rubbing your eyes “I’m surprised too, I feel like a zombie and my ankle hurts.”

Fred laughs loudly after sending a wink Angelina’s way, “that’s probably from when you jumped off the table after your little dance performance. You went tumbling down. It was hilarious” George whacks his twin over the head, eyeing you slightly as you put some toast on your plate.

“Merlin, I don’t remember that or anything from last night to be honest. It’s all so fuzzy” you mumble as you take a large bite of your toast.

George feels his heart drop a little, although last night you hadn’t realised it was actually him you were talking to, he thought it would be easier to confess his feelings if you actually remember last night, now he was too scared.

~~~

Later that day you and Angelina are back in your dorm room laying on your bed with Alicia talking about previous night.

“What even happened last night? The last thing I remember is dancing and that’s it” you laugh as you flick through a magazine.

“So you don’t remember chatting to George on the couch before passing out? You can thank me for that Y/N, I had the brilliant idea of having George look after you while I went to fetch you some water” Alicia grins.

Alicia and Angelina were the only ones who knew of your major crush on the tall sweet redhead. Many times, they have tried to convince you to just tell George how you feel and even try to meddle themselves.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember if you said anything embarrassing to the boy.

“Huh, are you sure it was George? I swear I was chatting to Fred last night” you chuckle remembering some of your conversation.

Alicia shook her head, “nope it was definitely George, I know that for a fact because when I left to get your water, I passed Fred and Angelina making out” Alicia elbows Angelina’s side who is blushing profusely.

You shrug your shoulders, “well me and George then were having a pretty weird conversation about chocolate actually. I thought it would heal my sore ankle” the girls all giggle as you continue, “it was very random we were talking about chocolate and then…” your voice fades into silence as you remember how that conversation went.

Alicia and Angelina are confused as you leap of the bed and start running out the door, “wait what happened?” you hear Angelina yell as you run out of the room.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you need to find George. You are beyond embarrassed that you basically confessed your love to George, the whole conversation becoming clearer and clearer in your brain. But you are unsure if you had dreamt the reply Fred, no George had given you as you drifted off to sleep on that couch.

You enter the common room, scanning for a particular redhead who you find sitting on the couch with Fred and Lee. You run up to the group, out of breath.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” you blurt out, feeling very, very nervous.

George break eye contact from whatever he was originally looking at and meets your eyes which are desperately searching for a response “what?” he squeaks out.

Fred and Lee share a look at each other and move from the couch, figuring out that the pair need some privacy although they do continue listening to the conversation from the other end of the common room.

“Last night. On the couch. I told you that I liked you, well, I said I liked George because I thought I was talking to Fred. And then you said ‘I’m sure he likes you too’ so do you? Like me?” you feel like your heart is going to explode and you are well aware of the multiple pairs of eyes staring at yours and Georges exchange which is making you extra scared of the potential rejection.

George nods, not really confident enough to speak right now. What you do next surprises him. If he wasn’t already sitting down, he might have fallen over with the force of you leaping towards him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. George immediately grips your waist and kisses you back. You can hear some people cheering in the background which makes you smile into the kiss.

You pull away slightly breathless, “that’s good then,” George chuckles and you hear Fred from somewhere behind you say rather loudly to Lee.

“Imagine if she kissed the wrong twin.”

“Shut up Fred” You and George say simultaneously.