#don’t come into my asks accusing me of hating any player

[connormccafferyhater]

i love aliyah boston, i love caitlin clark, i love paige bueckers, i love angel reese, i love breanna stewart, i love nika muhl, i love a’ja wilson, i love napheesa collier, i love kk arnold, i love kahleah copper, i love brittney griner, i love kamilla cardoso, i love kate martin, i love dijonai carrington, i love juju watkins, i love sydney colson, i love jewell loyd, i love gabbie marshall, i love chennedy carter, i love kelsey plum, i love azzi fudd, i love liz kitley, i love courtney williams, i love cameron brink, i love rickea jackson, i love rhyne howard, i love allisha gray, i love kiki iriafen, i love molly davis, i love skylar diggins, i love arike ogunbowale, i love nalyssa smith, i love alyssa thomas, i love jacy sheldon, i love dewanna bonner, i love kelsey mitchell, i love erica wheeler, i love gabby williams, i love diamond deshields, i love alissa pili, i love sabrina ionescu, i love jonquel jones, i love aaliyah edwards

[look-me]

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

warnings: using of weed, idk what else

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au: please don't mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i'll probably won't correct any mistakes cuz i'm too lazy for it

(this story is shitty how can y'all read this 😭)

part 1

part 2

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It’s been a week since you kissed Abby, and the two of you haven’t talked at all. You’ve tried to ignore her whenever you could, but still, you didn’t want her to notice. For example, every time she replied to one of your Instagram stories, you would ‘respond’ by just liking her messages. You wanted to hang out with your usual friend group, but they got mad at you after seeing you leave with Abby that night. They accused you of being a fake friend, of stealing Abby from them—especially one friend of yours who, as you later found out, had a big crush on Abby since the first time she saw her.

“You can’t do that, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re my friend! Why would you do something like that to me?!”

Today, you’re hanging out with some other friends who came into town to see you after you explained what your ex-friends did and what happened with Abby after you left with her. They were shocked. They didn’t know Abby at all, but after you showed them some pictures of her, they just said,

“Y/N, she’s hot and all, but she’s a player. Don’t get attached. Just stay friends with her if you don’t want to cut her off entirely.” After that, they insisted you hang out with them to distract yourself from her.

Now, you and your friends are in a parking lot, vibing to the music blasting from the car speakers, while some other people give you and your group judgmental glances. Your friends are smoking and drinking, screaming their lungs out, singing along to the songs. While you’re laughing at their antics, you notice a girl with black curly hair, long red nails, makeup on, dressed all in black—tight top, tight pants. It’s Julia.

A long time ago, you had a little crush on her because she used to shower you with compliments, was always there for you, and every time you two hung out, it ended in a make-out session. But after you told her you were catching feelings, she started ghosting you, saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she had just gotten out of one. You later found out she was lying the whole time, and from that day forward, you started hating her.

-

"Hey," she says with that fake, innocent smile.

Fake ugly bitch.

Why does she have to ruin your moment right now?

"Hi," you mutter, not even looking her in the eyes as you sit on the ground.

"It's been a while."

"Yep," you reply, barely caring about what she says.

"Listen," she starts, her hand sliding onto your thigh, caressing it and moving up and down, dangerously close to your pussy.

You're about to push her away when—

"Hey chicas!" Manny calls out.

"Hey, Manny," she smiles, turning her head towards him.

"What are you two up to?"

"Oh, we're just talking and having fun."

"That kind of fun?" he asks with a smirk.

The girl laughs at Manny's joke and then says,

"I wish."

You whip your head to look at her, your expression dead serious and disgusted, silently screaming: Why the fuck would you say that?

"By the way, aren't you Mike's sister?" Manny asks.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" you respond, your voice clipped as you shoot him a serious and irritated look. It's not your fault you come off as mad, but Julia's presence is grating on your nerves right now.

"You know, he gives me things when my best friend can't," Manny says casually.

You roll your eyes, already tired of hearing that same old story. Every time someone says they know your brother, it's always because of the same damn reason-he's a dealer, and you're so over it.

"Okay," you reply, clearly done with the conversation.

"Okay, chicas, I'll leave you two alone now.

See you later," Manny says, heading off.

The second he's far enough away, you round on Julia.

"What the fuck was that? What's your problem?" you snap, roughly pushing her hand away from your thigh.

"Omg, Y/N! I was just joking," she protests.

"No, fuck you. You know what you did to me-treating me like I was your girlfriend, telling me l was yours, making out with me, and then saying you didn't want a relationship. You have serious fucking problems for saying that shit in front of him when I don't even know him. And you say it like it's nothing? Do you even realize how much that hurt me? Are you fucking stupid? Why are you even here anyway?"

You and Julia are in the middle of a heated argument, voices rising as you go back and forth. Your friends are still chilling with the music blasting, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you. Julia’s face is twisted with frustration, but you’re too fed up to care.

Meanwhile, Abby is at home, watching some random movie to pass the time when a notification pops up on her phone:

Manny - 2 new messages.

“Hey, pendeja”

“Wanna hang out when I’m done with some stuff?”

A new notification interrupts:

*NEW MESSAGES*

Manny: Do you know Mike’s sister?

“Isn’t she the girl you told me about? They look similar by your description.”

*image.*

Abby quickly taps on the notifications, her curiosity piqued. The image loads, and her stomach drops. It’s a picture of you and Julia, her hand resting way too high on your thigh. Abby stares at the image for a moment, her jaw tightening.

She replies instantly.

Abby: Where are you?

“In the usual parking lot we hang out at with Owen, Jordan, you know.”

“You still want to hang out?”

“Yeah, I’m picking up the others right now, be at your place in 10.”

“Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Manny pulls up at Abby’s house, and soon they’re walking through the parking lot. Abby’s eyes are scanning the crowd until she spots you, her expression darkening.

Manny heads your way, shouting, “Hey, told you I’d be back so—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees Julia kissing you, her lips pressed against yours as a soft moan escapes her. Abby freezes, her vision tunneling, anger flaring up inside her. Her fists clench as her heart pounds in her chest.

Just then, your friend Micheal calls out from the car, unknowingly saving you from the situation, “Y/N! Wanna try this drink? It’s fire!”

You push Julia away from you, wiping your mouth quickly, and stand up, turning to head toward Martin. But just as you reach for the drink, a hand snatches it away before you can grab it.

“You’re not drinking tonight,” a cold voice says.

You look up to see Abby standing in front of you, her blue eyes burning with barely-contained anger.

“Abby? What are you—“

“Shut your mouth and walk,” she snaps, throwing the drink aside before grabbing your arm. Her grip is firm, leaving no room for argument as she pulls you away from the group, forcing you to walk with her.

Your heart races as you glance back at your friends, then at Julia, but Abby doesn't care. She’s got you now, and there’s no escaping whatever comes next.

"Abby, stop."

"Manny, give me your car keys. I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure," he says, handing Abby the keys without asking any questions.

"Get in the car, Y/N."

"Abby, let me go."

She opens the car door and forces you inside. As she takes the driver's seat, you try to open the door, but she's already locked it.

"Abby, what's wrong with you? Open the fucking door!"

Abby doesn't respond. She starts the engine and speeds out of the parking lot.

"Abby, slow down!"

After twenty minutes of speeding, Abby pulls over in the middle of nowhere-no lights, no houses, just darkness all around.

"Fuck! Abigail!"

She turns on the interior light, and you look at her, scared of what might happen. You don't know if Abby is a violent person or not. Her eyes are filled with fury, and you can see she's seething with anger.

"We need to talk. Now."

"No, we don't."

"Oh yeah? So you think it's okay to ignore me and treat me like l'm a stranger?"

"Wha-"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N, and don't make any excuses. You're not even drunk."

The silence between you two grows heavier.

"Why did you stop talking to me after we kissed?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What do you mean?"

"Abby, you have a new girl with you every two seconds. You're always having sex or making out with them in a blink of an eye." You sigh before continuing, "I felt-and still feel-like a sex toy to you."

"You're not."

"Yeah, like I can really trust you on that," you say sarcastically, turning your face to the window. "I should've never told you about my feelings. We can't work together."

"Y/N-"

"I fucking hate you, Abby. I hate having feelings for someone who would probably just use me however she likes!" You spit out, facing her again.

"I've told you many times that I don't like how you talk to me. I'm serious, Y/N. Stop."

"Abby, seriously, fuck you."

At that, she grabs your neck, nearly choking you, and pulls you two inches away from her face.

"Oh yeah? Then who is that girl? And why was she kissing you and moaning into your mouth? Why was she almost touching your pussy moments before I showed up?"

After the last sentence, you try to understand how she could have seen that, and then you connect the dots. She’s Manny’s best friend. But how?

“How do you—”

“Manny sent me a picture.”

Fuck you, manny

“It’s none of your business who she is, and I didn’t try anything with her.”

“Then why didn’t you push her away from you?” Abby says, tightening her grip on your neck slightly.

“I was shocked. She caught me by surprise.”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she keeps her intense gaze fixed on you, trying to see if you’re lying.

“I was just trying to distract myself from you. Now you’re acting jealous, calling me yours, but are you mine?” you say

“What do you think?”

“You aren’t. I think we both know that, Abigail.”

Just then, your phone starts ringing with a photo of a curly haired woman —Julia — popping up.

Abby recognizes the girl and stares at you, clearly unimpressed by the timing.

“Don’t you even try to answer.”

You ignore her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hello? Love?” Julia says, and you remain silent.

Abby looks at you and whispers, “Love? Really?”

“Julia, what do you want?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw that girl taking you away from me while we were talking.”

As Julia continues talking, Abby starts giving you hickeys on your neck, causing you to moan intentionally. You’re so focused on the sensations that you stop listening to whatever Julia is saying.

“Are you okay, love?” Julia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Abby pulls her head away from your neck and grabs your phone from your hand. You try to fight her, but you know Abby is hundred times stronger than you.

“She’s busy right now,” Abby says before hanging up on Julia.

“Abby, what the fuck?”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, which contains a joint and a lighter.

You know where this is going to end.

Abby leans back in the driver’s seat and brings the joint to her lips, the tip flaring orange in the complete darkness. The only sound is the faint crackle of burning paper and herb as she takes a long drag. Smoke fills the air, swirling around her in lazy spirals, barely visible in the faint moonlight that seeps through the windows. The deep, earthy scent of cannabis mixes with the musty smell of the old car seats, creating an almost comforting atmosphere. Abby exhales slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth and nostrils, diffusing into the blackness outside. The silence is profound, with no hum of traffic or distant chatter, only the occasional rustle of wind through unseen trees. Her eyes are half-closed, her mind drifting as she stares out into the void, feeling an odd sense of peace in the isolation. She takes another drag, the glow from the joint briefly illuminating her fingers before once again merging with the surrounding darkness.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Abby remains silent.

“Are you really smoking while we’re arguing?”

Still.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Abigail. Let me go.”

As you say this, Abby rests the joint between her lips, freeing both of her hands.

Abby’s hands clutch the car’s armrest. With a sudden, rough motion, she yanks you toward her, forcing you onto her lap. You gasp, startled by Abby’s intensity as your bodies collide in the confined space of Manny’s motionless car. She removes one hand from your waist to grab the joint and exhale the smoke.

“I told you many times to stop calling me by my full name,” she says, gripping your neck and pulling you closer to her face.

“And I told you many times I’m not any of your bitches, Abigail.”

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, closing the distance between you until you’re just two inches apart.

“Too bad you made me mad,” she whispers.

You’re about to respond when her phone starts ringing. The caller ID shows ‘Manny.’

Abby rolls her eyes and throws away her joint as if it’s nothing.

“What do you want?”

“Abby, I need my car. Owen needs to grab something from home.”

“Fine.” She hangs up. Without missing a beat, she turns her head and locks her gaze with yours, her icy blue eyes filled with a silent warning.

“Don’t you even try to go back to her when we’re there again,” Abby says, her voice low but firm, every word laced with intensity.

You meet her stare, unimpressed. “You’re so annoying, Abby.”

With a sigh, you move to open the car door, slipping off Abby’s lap and sliding back into the passenger seat, feeling the shift in the air between you. Abby’s eyes never leave you, even as she shifts back into the driver’s seat, jaw tight, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if bracing for whatever comes next. As soon as you settle back into the passenger seat, Abby shifts the car into gear, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The tension in the air is thick, unspoken words hanging between you as you drive in silence. The dark, winding roads stretch out before you, the headlights cutting through the night, but neither of you says a word. Abby’s eyes flick over to you a few times, but she stays focused on the road. Her jaw is set, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. You lean against the window, your breath fogging up the glass slightly, arms crossed as the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires on the asphalt become the only sounds. Minutes pass, feeling like hours, until the familiar sight of the compound appears in the distance, its fortified walls and the glow of lights signaling you are back. The tension shifts, replaced by a looming sense of inevitability. The car rolls to a stop near the entrance where Manny and a few others are waiting, standing in the dim light as they speak amongst themselves. Abby kills the engine and sits there for a moment, staring straight ahead. “We’re here,” she mutters, her tone curt. You shoot her a sidelong glance but don’t say anything. You push open the door and step out, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stretch, shaking off the weight of the car ride. Manny notices you and gives a short wave, walking over with a grin on his face.

"Hey, took you guys long enough," he jokes, but he quickly notices the tension radiating from you and Abby.

Abby climbs out of the driver's seat, standing tall as she slams the door shut. Her eyes briefly meet yours, but she quickly turns to Manny. “We had some things to discuss about.” she says, her voice flat.

Manny raises a brow, sensing the atmosphere between you, but doesn’t press it. “Well, glad you're back. i’ll take owen at home home, we’ll be back in 10.”

After Manny finishes talking, you move to walk back to your friends when you feel pressure on your waist. It's Abby, her large, veiny hands gripping you firmly. She leans in, her voice low and steady.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, leave me alone," you reply, trying to pull away.

"Calm down, princess. I haven't even started with you yet," she whispers into your ear, smirking. Then, without warning, she presses a kiss against your neck, and it makes you freeze in place.

Abby lets you go, but she stays close, walking beside you with that familiar intensity. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby’s presence and immediately makes her way over. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm, pulling you away from the tension. Abby lets you go, her hand sliding off your waist as she begins walking next to you, her presence still heavy in the air.

"Come hereeee" she says, her voice light and carefree as she leads you toward the others. The music from the speakers pulses through the empty parking lot, and soon enough, you’re moving to the beat, your friend helping you shake off the tension as Abby watches from the sidelines, her gaze never leaving you. As the beat of the next song thumps through the speakers, your friend throws her head back, laughing. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, her laughter light and carefree.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had this much fun in so long,” she says, still giggling, her words slurring from all the excitement. You feel her happiness infectiously sinking in.

Abby Standing off to the side, arms crossed, her jaw clenched tight, she watches you with a growing intensity. The sight of you laughing, vibing, and lost in the moment with your friend pushes her to the edge. Her patience snaps, and she starts walking toward you, the determination in her stride cutting through the music. You can feel the weight of her presence approaching, the air around you thickening.

She's had enough.

When Abby reaches you, her large hand grips your arm—not harshly, but firm enough that you feel the seriousness behind it.

“We’re done here,” Abby says, her voice low and commanding. There’s a tension in her words that sends a chill down your spine. She’s barely keeping it together. Abby isn’t going to wait for an answer, and before you can think too hard about it, she’s pulling you away from the music, away from the carefree vibe, and into the shadowy edges of the parking lot. You open your mouth to protest, the frustration bubbling up inside you, but before you can say a word, Abby steps in close, towering over you, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of control and desire.

“Not even a word,” she interrupts, her voice low and unwavering. Her smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just wait till we get home,” she adds, her tone dripping with a promise that makes your pulse quicken. It’s the kind of tone that says it all:

I’m going to make you regret that.

You stand there, frozen, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull Abby has over you. your friends’s voice a distant hum as Abby’s presence overtakes everything. There’s no escape from the intensity in her eyes, and you know whatever is waiting for you at home is going to be something you won’t forget easily. After a moment of tense silence between you and Abby, Manny walks back over, catching sight of the two of you standing close, the tension still thick in the air. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything at first, sensing the shift.

“Oye chicas, you guys good?” he asks with a playful smile, his voice casual, but there’s a knowing edge to it. Manny has been around Abby long enough to pick up on her moods, and right now, he’s smart enough to stay out of it.

Abby barely glances his way, her hand still lingering on your arm. “Can you take us to my place?” she asks, her voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the undertone of command. It’s not really a request, and Manny knows it. He looks between the two of you, his gaze lingering on Abby for a beat longer. He doesn’t ask why or what’s going on—he doesn’t need to. Manny knows Abby better than almost anyone, and he can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in.

“Sí, claro,” he says with a nod, keeping it simple. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask the questions swirling in his mind. After all, Abby is his best friend, and if there’s one thing he’s learned over the years, it’s when to mind his own business. You steal a glance at Abby, her smirk still lingering, and your stomach tightens with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Manny leads the way to the car, and you can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you the whole time. Whatever’s coming, you’re not going to be able to avoid it. You slide into the backseat with Abby beside you, the car ride feeling heavier than it should. Manny stays quiet up front, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the engine as he drives, and you’re left wondering what’s going to happen when you finally get to Abby’s place.

-

who knows what is going to happen next👀

[babydollmarauders]

ONE BED — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “why are you awake right now?” with Luke

notes: i love writing for Luke so i’m so excited for the amount of celly blurb requests i have for him

if i had known that i would be stuck sharing a bed with the one guy i don’t get along with, i never would’ve come on this trip. i should’ve known not to trust Ethan with booking the airbnb, but i reluctantly gave him the benefit of the doubt, believing in him. but then we arrived and we realized that Ethan booked a place that had the space for him, Mackie, Dylan, and Mark and their girlfriends to share rooms, with only one room left over. the problem? there are two people left. me, and Luke. leaving us to have to share the room, and the bed.

now here i am, laid back to back with the guy i spend most of my time arguing with, with a pillow border between us. Luke fell asleep relatively quickly, because of course he did, but i lay wide awake, my mind running a million miles an hour, stuck on the fact that that i’m right next to the guy who hates my guts, but that i’m secretly head over heels for.

when my childhood best friend, Dylan, first introduced me to his roommates and friends from the UMich hockey team, i had instantly gained a crush on the tall curly haired defenseman. he was sweet, friendly, insanely talented on the ice, and incredibly attractive, what more could i want? but then around two weeks later, we were all hanging out at sophomore house, watching a hockey game and i happened to make a comment about how attractive one of the players was. my downfall? i hadn’t put two and two together and realized that the player was Luke’s brother. which in turn, started an argument between Luke and i; him accusing me of using him to get to his brother, and me insisting that i wasn’t aware he even had brothers, let alone been using him to get to them.

and that brings us to now. Luke still hates me, using any chance to argue and make me out to be a bad guy, and despite his obvious dislike of me, i still have an enormous crush on him. i toss and turn in the bed, trying to ignore the way my heart pounds from our close proximity. finally giving up, i settle for laying on my back, heaving out a deep sigh and grabbing my phone as i decide to scroll through instagram.

“why are you awake right now?” Luke’s voice startles me, causing me to drop my phone on my face. he huffs out a rude laugh at my misfortune.

“i couldn’t sleep.” i mutter back, picking my phone back up and rubbing my sore nose.

“so you choose to jostle the whole bed and wake me up too?” he retorts.

“i didn’t mean to wake you up.” i tell him. “it was an accident. i was trying to get comfortable, but i gave up.”

“well stop moving. i’m trying to sleep.” he huffs. i turn my head to look at him but all i see is the pillow border between us. not being able to see his reactions gives me a confidence boost, and before i can stop myself, i’m speaking again.

“Luke?” i whisper.

“what?” he grumbles.

“why do you hate me?” i ask, turning on my side to face the pillow border.

“what?” he repeats.

“why do you hate me?” i ask again. “i mean, i know you think i was using you to get to Jack, but—”

“i don’t think that.” he cuts me off. “i was being stupid when i accused you of that. you’ve been friends with Duke since you guys were five, you didn’t even know who i was until two weeks before that fight. i realize now, that you didn’t know Jack was my brother. i had a bad day that day and i took it out on you. i’m sorry.”

“then why do you still hate me?” i question.

“i don’t. i never did, really. i actually really like you. but i know you hate me, understandably, after what i did. and i’m not necessarily good at being the bigger person, so i just kept up with the fighting and sarcastic remarks.” he explains.

“i don’t hate you, Luke.” i whisper. “quite the opposite, actually.”

i hear shuffling from the other side of the bed before Luke’s hand comes up and pulls away the pillow between our heads, his face coming into view.

“what did you just say?” he asks.

“i don’t hate you?” i reply, confused.

“no, the second part.” my heart races as he asks me to repeat my confession.

“quite the opposite.” i mumble.

“but the opposite of hate is…” he trails off.

“love. okay maybe i don’t quite love you yet, but i definitely really like you.” i tell him.

“you like me? like, like like me?” i laugh at his words.

“well, we’re not in elementary school.” i giggle. “but yeah, Luke. i like like you.”

“even after i was an asshole to you?” he questions.

“even after you were an asshole to me.” i confirm. “i’ve seen the way you are with others, and were with me for two weeks. you’re kind, and gentle, and a total sweetheart. it doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty hot too.”

“hotter than Jack?” he jokes.

“yeah, Luke.” i laugh. “hotter than Jack.”

-

[scruffyssketchbook]

Hi.... Umm... How old was Lem when he started to be a breeder... Just asking because i think he was younger than Vay when he had Nego, right?... And how did Dusk and other Lem friends took It? Bad right or .. good??? I DONT know how somevee would feel about this...

Lem was very young! Very much younger than Vay was when he had Nego. Too young.

Pokémon trainers don’t care about ages when breeding pokemon sadly, and this is pretty normalized (only for Pokemon born in captivity). The trainer already planned to make him a breeder since before he hatched. And there was nothing any of the Pokémon could have done about it, as that’s just how the Pokémon games are. The trainers word is law. (Except if they were traded) Ofc, none of them took it well. And before any accusations towards me come, no I do not support or condone this stuff irl or anything. This is just a mimicry of how Pokémon Players play the Pokemon games with their digital creatures, as other things are in the comic.

(Ramble starts here)

When I was 13 and playing Pokemon Platinum (the game the characters are from) I wanted to breed eevees, so I put Harmony and Rick in the daycare and bred around 15 eevees including the main boys. Because they didn’t give me any girls, I forced Harmony to breed with Lem (cause he wasn’t going to evolve and I thought nothing of it) and their first egg was Dawn. In a comic I drew showing off the event, There was commentary on how wrong it was that this happened, but I kept Harmony and Lem in the daycare anyways cause I didn’t care. So when I made SSEC at 14, and based the comic around the events of my pokemon game and the previous comics I drew, this aspect stayed.

Ofc, now that I am an adult, I think that this and other messed up pokemon game stuff being in the comic is awful, and have made strides to remove it. I don’t particularly really care that this type of stuff is common in actual Pokemon games anymore, like yeah it’s in the world but I don’t like it and am uncomfortable with it so why is it still a thing? Like. It might be the game world, but it’s not the actual games I don’t have to follow all the rules plus it’s not like I am directly making commentary on the Pokémon games in SSEC. and I’m not stupid enough anymore to be delulu and think everything is fine because of XYZ convoluted plotline I made up or telling myself “the Pokemon world is actually pretty F’ed up, so ofc this stuff is here” or even still tell myself “Well I can’t change this at all cause it’s part of the lore” cause that is not the type of story I want to tell with the characters anymore. (I am not only talking about the Lem stuff, but other aspects of the comic as well) I spent the last 4 years since 2019 trying to fix all of the issues I saw with the comic, but at this point I am tired and don’t really want to. All of the redraws, the plot fixes and patches, it’s too much really. For what? I could just say “Oh yeah it’s like this because the pokemon world is F’ed up” and leave it like that, because that IS why all of this stuff is here, and messing with the original plots and trying to “fix” what I saw as issues just made things more weird and confusing. So I COULD keep it like it is, but like I don’t want to?? I don’t want to change the lore either, or have conflicting takes on different aspects of the world, or have plot lines that make no type of sense with the current canon because I wrote them when I was 14-15 and never took them out despite it being REALLY DUMB, or having to stick with things I hate because I have to keep up with the canon, but those are issues to me as well.

So many issues 😑

SSEC might seem nice on the surface to some people, there are thousands of pages of character development and lore writing that I have made, each of the main characters are super detailed and I can write full college leveled essays on each of the minute aspects of their personality, but its foundation is a mess and has weird things in it cause I wrote it when I was a child.

TLDR- 🙂 SSEC’s world is F’d up, yes I know.

And to conclude with Lem and his future, Roses are pretty flowers, don’t you think?

If any of you want me to talk to about Pokemon Ethics and how Pokemon in the games have no rights, I’d love to talk about it!!! It’s a very interesting topic to me!

[onward--upward]

Hi 🦀🦀 some Weird Asks for you: 18 (leaving it up to you to choose the passage), 25, 36 💞

HELLO BELOVED thank u!! 🦀🦀

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

i am going to take this opportunity to talk about my baby boy avery o'connor from steppin' into fate <3 <3

he has a bunch of spare toothbrushes in his bathroom for when friends stay over, in a variety of colours.

he hates beer (bold and controversial opinion for a hockey player.)

his crush on buck was sooooo obvious that it's a running joke on the Kings' social media. he is never ever escaping the obsessed-with-evan-buckley accusations

when he's a little more settled in the league and has a longer contract he goes out and adopts TWO dogs in the summer break. avery o'connor dog dad CONFIRMED

he absolutely goes out and gets a bf at some point i just haven't decided Whom or When

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice... what do you Know?

excellent question!!! the answer is Not A Whole Lot. I know.... terrible retail jobs? academia? oh!!! i know Hockey, but i've already written about that one!

i know Being Bisexual and Stupid, that's why i gravitate towards evan buckley <3

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Okay this is my favourite question ever!!! I decided to go with the opening to my beloved soulmate AU, stitch my soul, because it was the story that i wrote over the longest period of time so i was interested to go back and see how it changed.

passage and the rest of the answer is under the cut because i don't want to clog up people's dashes <3

from the finished version:

For a long time, the crook of Eddie’s arm read only Ev. For such a long time, even, that his parents sometimes asked him if he was sure it hadn't settled yet. Maybe he had missed the signs. “It could be an unusual name, Eddie,” his mom says one night, when he’s been fighting with Shannon, his girlfriend who isn’t his soulmate, his girlfriend that his parents have never liked very much at all. “Ev. You never know, these days, what people are naming their children.” 

“It hasn’t settled,” he’d insisted, because you were supposed to know, when it did. And he’d never felt the shift, the one that you always see in movies when the music swells and everything falls into a sharp focus. There was no click, in his chest, nothing coming together. It just felt… unfinished. 

Unsettled. 

There are lots of potential reasons that a mark might take a long time to settle into your soulmate’s name. They make it seem like everyone settles right around the time they reach adulthood, but Eddie’s done the research, and he knows that plenty of people don’t settle that early. The experts don’t seem to be able to agree on why it takes longer, for some people. There’s no definitive explanation. And Eddie has never needed one. 

Because Shannon shows up on his doorstep at his parents’ house with a positive pregnancy test, and he marries her in a church that his parents pick out, and he enlists in the army because he’s 21 and terrified and he doesn’t have many employable skills. The scrawled Ev on the inside of his forearm doesn’t matter much, in the end, when he’s out there learning to have steady hands and quick problem-solving skills, and practising how to remove a bullet from beneath somebody’s skin. It doesn’t matter much when he’s flying home to cut the umbilical cord and meet his son and then shipping back out to the dust and the sand before any of it really starts to feel real. And he has Shannon – brave, beautiful Shannon. She’s never been his soulmate, and he’s never been hers. But he loves her. And he has Christopher, now, and he loves him, too. And whoever his Ev is, he doubts they would want… all of this, even if he was going to drop everything for them. Which he’s not. So it doesn’t matter. Hasn’t mattered, really, for a long time. He’s not sixteen years old anymore, watching the v fade in, sharp and kind of clumsy, deep black against his skin. He’s not that same kid who was Googling one of those lists that filled in common names to fill out your letters, skimming through them all, breath caught in his throat. Ev is kind of an unusual combination, really – nothing like Adriana’s first two letters, which had come in four days apart, spelling out Ma against her calf, and narrowed absolutely nothing down. Turns out Ev is even rarer when you filter by common names for Eddie’s geographical location. The possibilities used to fill up his head. Eva. Eve. Evelyn. 

(Everett. Evan. Evander. He tried to read those ones and forget them, but they lingered just as much. He shoved them to the back of his brain, where they couldn’t quite see the light of day.) 

But he isn’t that kid anymore. So he forgets about his letters altogether, for a while. Afghanistan is all his brain has room for, these days, and every spare space left over is filled by Chris. His team brings up soulmates on occasion, the usual locker room ribbing, trying to keep things lighthearted. He listens to cheesy romantic stories from those who’ve already found their match, the whining from those who are unlucky in their search. When the questions turn Eddie’s way, he brushes them off, and they mostly let him be. Nobody wants unhappy stories. There are enough of those out here. 

Eddie puts Ev aside. 

Christopher gets diagnosed with CP, Shannon is more and more stressed out every time they manage to speak to each other. He sees men and women die beneath his hands, and he wakes up some days to gunfire, and there’s no room anywhere for the little letters on his skin.

now, because i tend to write a lot of my first drafts by hand in notebooks, i actually have the first verison of this! (and my handwriting actually looks nice in this one, yay <3)

when i first wrote this i don't think i really had any idea where i was going with things, i was just thinking: soulmates, eddie's past with shannon, how does that work? and i just kind of sat down and went for it lol.

a lot of this survived to the final version! but it's missing a lot of connective tissue -- it's a much shorter version of the same passage. also i think it's interesting how in the original version i had eddie refering to his soulmate with she/her pronouns, where in the actual fic he always uses they/them even in his own head. this version of eddie i think always knew that his soulmate would be a guy, but shoved that wayyyy down where he didn't have to think about it. but it's one of those things that you do still know, even if you pretend you don't, so i'm glad i took the she/her pronouns out.

anyways i'm actually surprised how cohesive this original version is! a lot of my notebook first drafts include a lot of crossed out lines and false starts, especially if i don't really know where the story is going.

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thank you my most beloved, i had wayyyy to much fun with these!!

here are the questions if anyone else wants to hear me ramble about writing <3

[nsfwhiphop]

(Second Draft Version) Incoming Text for Jessica ‘Simply Jess’ Marquez (@iamjessmarquez) and Chloë Sevigny (@chloessevigny):

Dear Jessica and Chloë,

Dialogue between Prince Angelo, Jessica, and Chloë:

Prince Angelo: “So, tell me, have you received any phone calls from my envious haters?”

Chloë: “Oh, plenty! They hate you so much it’s practically an obsession. I’m honestly tired of it. They don’t even realize how much they’re making you look good by going on and on.”

Jessica: “I know, right? They go out of their way to talk about you but can’t even prove anything real. It’s funny—they only make you look even better by failing to back up their wild theories.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly. I’m handsome, and my haters are, well...let’s just say not as blessed. Why else would they be so hung up on me? Only insecure people feel the need to prove something.”

Jessica: “They don’t get it—they’re giving you free publicity every time they go on about you to people who’ve never even met you. It’s like free ads! They think they’re slandering you, but all they’re really doing is making you look better.”

Prince Angelo: “It’s hilarious. My envious haters are so uneducated. If they understood what they were doing, they’d realize that their slander has given me billions in free advertising.”

Chloë: “You know, for a 5-minute Super Bowl ad in 2024, companies are paying around $70 million! A 30-second spot alone costs $7 million. Yet here you are, getting way more reach than that—for free—just from your haters’ non-stop talk.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly! I’ve let them slander me freely for the last 12 months, and it’s all worked in my favor. People expect proof of their accusations, but when they can’t provide any, they only boost my reputation. In the end, people aren’t stupid—they can see who’s in the wrong.”

Chloë: “They’re so clueless. Every time they slander you, they actually make you look even more respectable in people’s eyes. It just proves you’re smarter than all of them. They’ll eventually have to back up their accusations, and when they can’t, guess who comes out on top? The smartest prince they’ve ever known.”

Jessica: “They might be able to slander you, but can they prove anything? We’re all waiting. If they can’t show any proof, it’s checkmate for Prince Angelo, the ultimate chess player.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly. Checkmate, idiots!”

Jessica: “You know, it’s been a year since all this started in November 2023. I remember getting so many calls from people they’d convinced to think badly of you, but now? They still haven’t proven a single thing. You look more innocent than ever, and they’re the ones who look guilty.”

Prince Angelo: “Yep, they thought they were bringing me down, but they didn’t realize that I was letting them do it. I stayed silent, knowing they had nothing. And now, a year later—November 2024—where’s their proof? Nowhere. They’ve humiliated themselves, and I’ve enjoyed billions of dollars’ worth of free publicity, just like a Super Bowl ad. My envious haters never realized they were actually promoting me to powerful people around the world.”

Jessica: “Billions in free advertising? That’s a bank robbery if you ask me.”

Chloë: “Exactly! It’s like the perfect heist. They spent the whole year promoting you for free without even realizing it. You pulled off the smartest publicity stunt ever.”

Prince Angelo: “I feel like Bugs Bunny after outsmarting Sam! My envious haters are clueless. Every time they slander my name, they’re actually working for me. Now everyone knows my name, and I didn’t even have to lift a finger. They’ve been advertising for me all this time. It’s like I stole billions in publicity right under their noses.”

My envious haters wonder why I never seek revenge? Simple—I’ve stolen billions in free advertising through their slander. Their own words paid for my fame. So, who’s the smartest and who’s the dumbest? I think we know the answer.

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Dialogue Between Prince Angelo, Jessica, and Chloë:

In this dialogue, Prince Angelo speaks with Jessica and Chloë about the ironic benefit he's gained from his critics' constant attempts to defame him. Jessica and Chloë reveal that his critics' attempts to tarnish his reputation have actually increased his visibility, functioning like free, high-profile advertising. They discuss how critics’ baseless accusations have only bolstered Angelo's image, as their lack of proof leads people to see him more positively. Chloë compares the value of this unintended promotion to costly Super Bowl ads, suggesting that Angelo has received billions in publicity without spending a dime. Angelo celebrates his critics' failure, likening the scenario to a well-played chess game where he ends up victorious by simply allowing his detractors to undermine themselves.

Synopsis #2:

In this fictional dialogue, Prince Angelo converses with Jessica and Chloë about the unintended advantage he gains from his critics. Jessica and Chloë express their frustration with the constant calls they receive from people obsessed with criticizing Angelo. Ironically, they recognize that this slander only enhances his public image, functioning like free, high-profile advertising. Chloë highlights how the critics' accusations—unsupported by evidence—end up portraying Angelo positively, as others see through the baseless claims. They liken this to the value of a Super Bowl ad, suggesting that Angelo has saved billions in publicity costs thanks to his critics’ actions. Angelo describes this dynamic as a strategic game, in which his patience allows his critics to undermine themselves, proving him “the undisputed chess player” of the situation.

[varinastix]

people being irrational and nasty about ANY player is wrong and the fact people are trying to twist your responses is really frustrating. you’ve not said or done anything wrong so please know that. again, social media isn’t real life and unless people know the players personally (which for the vast majority of fans they don’t) it’s soooo unhealthy to have strong opinions against them in my view. a bit of kindness wouldn’t go amiss in the woso world. a few months ago I reported some accounts on twitter who were sending lucy death threats which is crazy to even have to say because how bizarre is that so it would be nice if tumblr could stay a nice place (and in my view you always try and keep things super nice here so thank you for that). l chat is a vile place and twitter can be too. the anon sending you repeated laura hate cannot be sane. hope you’re good and keep the fashion stuff coming (if you don’t mind!) as that’s my fave 😂

I really really appreciate this post. It is so kind and thoughtful of you, so thank you.

First off, I cannot get it around my head that people can be so disturbed so as to send a footballer, a woman for that matter, death threats on twitter. This is seriously unhinged behaviour and Lucy nor anyone else deserves it. You did good by reporting it. I think I go out of my way to avoid Twitter an TikTok and those kinds of places specifically because I can’t stand seeing hateful comments like that. Football and woso culture should be about fun and enjoyment and getting away from our daily troubles, not this kind of toxic crap.

I also wonder whether some of these Laura haters, or people defending their favourite player, whoever they are, are coming over from that stupid L Chat, which I have repeatedly said I don’t read and encourage everyone to stay away from, as it’s a hateful place, and they think I should know what’s going on there; whether it’s Keira’s fans or Lucy’s fans who hate Laura or whether someone called Lucy an Ogre (which by the way is a disgusting thing to say—I literally never even heard of it until today).

I don’t know about any of that stuff and I refuse to tolerate hate here and I won’t allow the same toxicity on this blog. Hate against anyone is bad. End of story.

Then there is one person whose asks I’ve never posted who is literally hating on Laura in my inbox and I think this person is really unwell. I’ve never replied to their asks yet and I won’t because they’re just not well mentally.

I like to stay on tumblr, as you say, precisely because it can be a nice, kind, peaceful bubble. I post fashion stuff, cute teammate stuff. I don’t have hate in me. I only have anger towards some anons who send me hate and accuse me of terrible things. It’s uncalled for.

And yes my friend I will absolutely keep the fashion stuff coming! That’s the most fun for me.

🙌🏼🙌🏼

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Heaven Can Wait

It's late 1986, Eddie's body and soul are full of scars, but he carries on as he always has. He shoves everything down, cashes in all his falsely-accused-of-murder-and-nearly-dying sympathy points for a quiet graduation. The principal wants him gone and Eddie shares the sentiment, especially when some of Jason's clique still roam the high school halls. So he snatches his diploma, finds the first job possible outside of Hawkins and that's it. He still DMs for the Hellfire club, only at his and Wayne's new trailer, still plays with the Corroded Coffin and drowns his thoughts in loud music. He hasn't really addressed any of it, him dying and being brought back by Vecna as his servant, having his mind freed by the party, the memories that still haunt him. He's going through the motions, lives as well as he can.

Until he makes the mistake of playing a new song by one of his favorite bands when he's hanging out with Steve Harrington. They became reluctant acquaintances during that week in March, then friends through shared trauma. They both have trouble sleeping and often just lie in Eddie's bed and talk for hours, until dawn. Like today.

The tape Eddie has playing clicks and he unwillingly gets up to change the music. Then Eddie remembers that Gareth gave him a tape with "something really cool" and he thinks - why not? Turns out Steve enjoys some of his music too, and even when he doesn't, he understands Eddie's distaste for silence. So he inserts the tape into the player, presses play and returns to the bed, plops down next to Steve.

Eddie loves Iron Maiden, of course he does. There's a new track they played this year over in Europe and he hopes it will take his mind off everything. Instead of that, he gets a metaphorical punch in the gut. Nothing like a painfully repressed memory wrapped in his beloved music.

Can't understand what is happening to me, This isn't real, this is only a dream, But I never have felt, no I never have felt this way before, I'm looking down on my body below, I lie asleep in the midst of a dream, Is it now could it be that the angel of death has come for me? I can't believe that really my time has come, I don't feel ready, there's so much left undone, And it's my soul and I'm not gonna let it get away.

Fuck. His chest is unbearably tight and he's sure he's clenching his teeth so much his jaw will hurt soon. As if this isn't exactly what happened to him. What he told Dustin then, through bloodied lips. He might have reassured him, told him it's okay, asked him to take over his role as the protector of the lost boys and girls who needed a sanctuary, but he knew then as he knows now, painfully clear; he wasn't ready to die.

Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait til another day.

I have a lust for the Earth below And Hell itself is my only foe, 'Cause I've no fear of dying, I'll go when I'm good and ready, I snatch a glimpse of the light's eternal rays, I see a tunnel, I stand amazed, At all of the people standing there in front of me, Into the paths of rightness I'll be led, Is this the place where the living join the dead? I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare.

Steve is breathing heavily next to him and Eddie doesn't dare to look at him because if he turns his head, even slightly, the tears he's been holding in will make an appearance and he can't burden Steve with that. He hates it now, feels all of it, how much that week in March took from him. Even his comfort has thorns now, sharp and cruel.

Take my hand, I'll lead you to the promised land, Take my hand, I'll give you immortality, Eternal youth, I'll take you to the other side, To see the truth, the path for you is decided.

He chokes out a sob and quickly masks it with a cough, remembering Dustin holding his cold body, crying for Eddie to stay with him, and Eddie wanted to, wanted so badly. He felt like his body didn't belong to him anymore and he willed himself to stay inside it, failed. He wondered what awaits him, if he'd end up in hell and if it would be Chrissy, broken and maimed, dragging him there. But there was nothing and he didn't know what was worse.

He is getting deeper and deeper inside his head and doesn't know how to stop it. He doesn't want to remember but his brain decides that this is it, this is the best possible moment to drag this all up, see the rotten remains of his past self and come to terms with the fact he'll never be himself again, he'll never see his life as he used to.

But as he grips the sheets, there is a warm hand on his, squeezing and running calloused fingers over his own. Eddie's head turns without a single thought and his eyes fall on Steve, his face streaked with tears too but alive, so alive. They both have the dead eyes, empty eyes of someone who saw too much for several lifetimes, but now they're vibrant again and Eddie can't hold back, he reaches out with his other hand and strokes Steve's cheek. He needs just a tiny piece, a shard of that energy to keep, even if it's painful. They are both crying and it sucks, it's sad, unfair and frustrating, but they both feel something and that's a change from the usual emptiness. Hopefully for better.

My body tingles, I feel so strange, I feel so tired, I feel so drained, And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again, Is this in limbo or in Heaven or Hell? Maybe I'm going down there as well, I can't accept my soul will drift forever. I feel myself floating back down to Earth, So could this be the hour of my rebirth? Or have I died or will I wake from dreaming?

Steve tugs at Eddie's hand and he doesn't resist, rolls over so his face is buried in Steve's chest. There are fingers in his hair, stroking, massaging his scalp, and his own trace circles on Steve's back. It should be embarrassing, awkward, they should both be asking themselves what they're doing, but it doesn't seem to matter. The heaviness in Eddie's chest is finally leaving and is replaced by hope, hope that he might be fine. Steve understands him and he understands Steve. There's nothing more they need.

Their breathing is more even now, the shared warmth slowly dries their tears and Eddie feels at peace. "I'm getting sleepy," he mumbles over the music. "Is this okay?"

Steve pulls him closer and throws a blanket over both of them. His lips press gently into Eddie's forehead. "Yes. More than fine. See you in the morning, Eddie."

They will probably talk in the morning. They might do more than talk. But right now they don't care, not when the light is still on, they are both dressed, wrapped around each other and the voice from the player repeats what they knew in their darkest moments, what they kept repeating to themselves when they felt like giving up.

Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait til another day.

And it does.

[katyasrussianaccent]

i don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (corpse x reader)

Summary: Corpse suggests you flirt with each other to mess with the fans. What happens when you suddenly catch feelings?

Authors Note: This has been in my brain for so long so I decided to write it. May or may not write a part 2, im not sure. Lemme know what you think! My requests are open for fic/headcannons aswell 💖

It should have been simple.

Flirt, mess with the fans a little, sit back and relax.

It should have been simple.

You remember Corpse coming to you with the idea.

“Why would we do that?” you had asked, frowning at your phone screen. It had been another late night phone conversation with him; something that was starting to become a regular occurrence.

You pictured him shrug as he answered. “Fun?”

“Are you so bored you wanna make a fake relationship with me?”

“Not a relationship. Just do what we do now, but like, more.”

You had agreed before your brain had even registered it. On paper it was straightforward. You already flirted a little anyway, you were naturally a flirtatious person, and so was he. It made sense; or at least you had told yourself that it did. You knew the fans already shipped you together, you saw the things they tweeted as you occasionally lurked the ynhusband tag on Twitter. It was just innocent fun right? No-one was going to get hurt.

For a little while that was true. For a little while he called you baby and you called him darling and it meant nothing. Your face didn’t feel flush when he commented on your latest Instagram post and your heart didn’t do a little flip when he would call you just to see how you were. The phone conversations were your favourite; curled up in bed with the phone on your pillow, trading secrets into the night. He had suddenly become this constant in your life, this almost routine familiarity like brushing your teeth or going to get milk.

You weren’t sure what changed, when it had gone from being innocent fun to meaning something. It was like someone had flicked a switch, and Corpse was no longer a warm glow but this bright, blinding light that hurt your eyes to look at too long. It was almost cruel, the way you wanted something so unobtainable; the universe’s idea of a joke had no humour in it. The thing with Corpse was he was so unaware of the power he had. He was mysterious yes, but he was faceless among a sea of faces; of course people were drawn to him. And you were just another.

You started to pull away. You played different games with different people, you ignored his tweets. It was easier, if you never interacted with him, you could pretend there was nothing but shallow feelings instead of the crashing waves that threatened to pull you under. The fans had started to notice; your streams were filled with questions that you refused to answer.

“Where’s Corpse?” you read aloud as you scrolled down the chat. “Probably in his house? Go ask him.” Your tone was bitter even to you and you inwardly cringed. He hadn’t contacted you in 2 weeks, and while you were thankful, you were hurt by it. It was stupid and hypoctritical of you to be upset by something that was your own doing, and you weren’t sure what you had expected from him. He had other friends, other people to talk to, why would he have cared about you anyway?

Your phone lit up next to you, and you ignored the pang of disappointment at Rae’s picture flashing up.

Rae: Among Us???

You hesitated for a second. The likelihood of Corpse being there was high, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t say a thing to you, not on stream or in front of your friends. You could just ignore him, like you had been doing and it would be fine. You weren’t sure you believed yourself anymore.

“Guys, you want to watch me play Among Us? I’m not sure who’s playing, other than Rae.” You looked at the fast flowing stream of affirmatives and emojis. Guess you had to do it now. You opened up the game and joined the lobby.

“-yeah she looks really fucking cute,” you heard Corpse say as you logged in. You looked down at your outfit,; he definitely wasn’t talking about you in your oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You had been on stream for a few hours now; your eyeliner was smudged a little and any lipstick had worn off with the constant drinking and licking your lips. No, he definitely wasn’t talking about you.

“Hey guys,” you said tentatively, swallowing down the feeling of jealousy at Corpse’s previous words.

A chorus of greetings hit you, and you smiled at their enthusiasm. You had played with Rae, Sykunno and Toast a few times before, but Felix, Jack and Ash were new to you, though you knew of them.

“Hey Y/N,” Corpse said. You had hoped after 2 weeks he wouldn’t still affect you so much, but the way your stomach turned said otherwise.

“Hey Corpse,” you replied, hoping your tone was casual.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh yeah, I’ve been a bit busy I guess, how are you?” You looked down as you answered, picking at your nail polish. You glanced at the chat that was filled with messages.

corpsesbaby: You can always tell when someones lying coz they look down” llamadelrey: why is this so awkward lmao arent they friends??” simpsforrae: This is like is a breakup i swear

“I’ve been okay, thanks” Corpse answered, drawing your eyes off the chat and back to the game. You nodded as you muted your mic to go back to your stream.

“I hope I don’t get imposter, I always suck at that so much.” You watched as the screen counted down and the word IMPOSTER flashed up alongside Corpse’s name. “Guess I jinxed it guys.”

Great. Not only were you imposter, you were imposter with Corpse, which meant you would have to actually speak to him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

You both followed Rae as she walked up towards Greenhouse, and you cornered her while she did her task, killing her quickly.

“Everyone seemed to go right, so we should vent back towards cafeteria to avoid suspicion,” Corpse said.

“Okay,” you answered. You vented together, and you muted your mic to laugh. “This is kinda cosy guys.” You said to your chat. You briefly imagined what it would be like in real life to be so close to him.

You moved to Admin where Toast was doing his task. Before you could say a word, Corpse had already killed him and you both vented outside Cafeteria. “Fuck, that was so close,” you muttered, chuckling a little.

“Don’t worry, I got your back,” he replied, making your heart sing a little.

“Oh my hero,” you said, making a point of swooning to your chat, your voice high and airy. “How will I ever repay you?”

He chuckled, “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

You flushed at the suggestive tone he had taken, and you hoped it wasn’t noticeable but judging by the comments in your chat, it clearly had been. This was another issue you had with Corpse; he always made these type of comments with you and it was really annoying. You knew there was no chance he was being serious, and sometimes you wished he would stop it purely because it got your hopes up.

delilah: shes BLUSHING dreamofme: uWu yn uWu

You opened your mouth to respond when Dead Body Reported flashed up, bringing your thoughts back to the game.

“Toast and Rae are dead,” Sykuuno said. “I found Rae in Greenhouse and Toast in admin.”

“I was in balcony, I went there from the cafeteria,” you said confidently. You hated being Imposter, especially being teamed with Corpse, who was so good at the game, you had a lot of pressure to do well.

“I was in MedBay, I didn’t see you YN,” Ash accused.

“You only see if they enter through the left door. She entered through the other door,” Corpse answered for you.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asked.

“I was in Cafeteria,” Corpse replied.

“You could’ve vented YN,” Jack said.

“No I couldn’t have, if Ash was in MedBay, she would have seen me. Unless she wasn’t in MedBay,” you suggested, smirking to your cam as you muted. “It’s not going too bad I don’t think? Always feel like I’ve been arrested when I’m Imposter.”

“Little sus of you Ash to say you were in MedBay when you weren’t,” Corpse said. You gaped a little at how easy it was for him to manipulate the situation, it was almost scary.

Ash argued as the other players began to agree and discuss among themselves. You smiled in success at the text on the screen.

Ash has been ejected.

You split up this time, and while you hadn’t really spoken during the game, you kind of missed Corpse’s astronaut next to yours, and you said that to your chat. “Haha, our colours did look cute together, I agree.”

Any previous trepidation you had had disappeared as soon as you had heard his voice; and you realised how much you had missed him. You would simply just need to deal with your feelings; they would go away eventually anyway. You just hoped it wasn’t too late for you to start again with him.

You walked to MedBay with Skyunno, making small talk as you did.

“I’m glad to see you playing with us, it’s been a little while,” he said and you felt bad that you would have to kill him. As you turned towards him, ready to kill as he did his task, Jack walked in. You mouthed oops at the cam.

“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, suspicion in his voice.

“I was just saying how nice it was to have YN here,” Sykunno replied. You stood and faked your task, watching the green bar fill as you did. It would be too risky to kill here.

“Ah yeah, Corpse has been asking after you constantly,” Jack said. You blinked at the response, it had caught you off guard.

“Oh?” you replied simply. You mentally shrugged it off. Of course he would have asked about you, you were friends, that was all.

DEAD BODY REPORTED

“Felix was dead in Reactor,” Corpse announced. “Oh Corpse, you’re taking a risk here” you said to your chat.

“I was in MedBay with Jack and Sykunno,” you replied, smiling as they agreed. “Where were you Ash?”

She sighed sadly. “I was in Labs, but I was doing a task, I swear!” You all agreed quickly that Ash would be the next voted out.

“2 to go,” you said triumphantly. “I thought I was gonna drag Corpse down, but it’s going okay!”

The round started again and you could feel yourself getting tired. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much longer to finish the game.

You circled round Corpse a few times, hoping that he would understand your signal. Luckily he did, and you both vented to Decontamination where Skyunno and Jack were. The room had already started to emit steam, making it extremely easy for you both to vent unnoticed and kill them both.

You grinned at the Victory message that flashed up.

“Good game guys!” you said. The others congratulated you and Corpse on your win and you smiled at the sound of your names together. You had it bad.

“It was all YN,” Corpse said.

“Pfft you ssh being humble, it was all you,” you replied, taking your hair out of your ponytail and running your hand through it.

“Your hair looks nice,” Corpse commented and your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat a little quicker. How long had he been watching your stream?

“It’s bad to watch someone’s stream without telling them,” you replied, making a show of pouting for the camera.

He laughed a little. “What can I say, I’m a bad guy,” he said, singing the last words. You laughed at the sudden Billie Eilish.

“Guys, either play another game, or get a room,” Felix interrupted. You blushed a little and rolled your eyes, the chat going crazy from the corner of your eye.

“And that’s my cue to exit,” you said, yawning. “Bye guys, have a good night!” You wished everyone and your chat goodnight before closing the stream and leaning back in your chat. You couldn’t believe Corpse had been watching you. You hadn’t said anything too incriminating, but still.

You prepared for bed, settling back into the softness of your pillows as you grabbed your phone - a terrible habit you really needed to stop.

Corpse: Can I call you?

You gulped at the message that appeared on your screen, a gnawing feeling of nervous clung to your throat as you typed yes. His name came up almost instantaneously and your hand shook as you pressed to accept the call.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even while your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“It was nice playing with you again,” he commented.

You sat up a little as you held the phone against your ear. “Did you call me to tell me that?”

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

You sighed a little. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry - “

“You’re lying to me and I don’t know why,” he replied. You had never heard his voice like that before; so angry and hurt. You tapped your foot against your mattress as you thought what to say.

“I -”

“Did I do something?” he asked. You had been so selfish; blocking him out to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t thought about his feelings. He was more popular than you were, you had assumed he would be fine, that he wouldn’t care if you were around or not.

“No, you didn’t do anything, I swear -”

“Then what? Because I thought we were friends, close friends and then suddenly you pretty much disappear. But you’re still streaming with other people. It’s pretty shitty of you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked up, the sting of tears threatening to fall. “It was really shitty of me, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” he asked. “Please just tell me.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to say,” you replied softly.

“What do you want to say?”

You blinked, the anticipation of unspoken words caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow. The taste of them was bitter on your tongue. “I...I have feelings for you.”

There. You had said it. There was no taking it back now, and you felt like your heart was about to shatter with every single second of silence that passed. You could hear him swallow on the other end of the phone. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

You bit your lip, taking in the meaning of the question he had asked. It wasn’t something you had thought of, you hadn’t conceptualised your feelings for him, not put them in a box labelled love or anything. “I don’t know. I feel something for you. And it kinda sucks being your friend and having those feelings. So I pulled away.”

“Why does it suck?”

You laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t it? Feeling something for someone that doesn’t feel the same is fucking shitty.”

“I asked you to flirt with me YN -”

“Yeah, for fun,” you interrupted.

“No, I said for fun, but really I just wanted you to,” he replied. “I feel something for you too. How could I not? Has anything I’ve ever said to you sounded like it was just for fun?” You smiled at his response, your heart no longer on the fit of breaking, but suddenly doing flips and soaring through your chest, radiating warmth through your body.

“Oh,” you said, your brain was overloaded with thoughts, and was apparently no longer capable of coherent sentences.

“Oh? That’s a great response, thanks,” he teased, but you could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that, I don’t really know what to say honestly,” you replied.

“Well, baby, how about you say yes to a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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The five times James Potter asked you to marry him

(and the one time he meant it)

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Sexual content, swearing

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I saw this done with Fred somewhere but can’t remember who it was that wrote it, so thought I’d do the same with our boy James. There is also a lil bit of smutty goodness within this so please don’t read if this offends you or if you are underage! 

One

The first time James Potter asked you to marry him was when he first met you. 

Quidditch season had begun and Gryffindor vs Slytherin was the first game, enticing everyone to the stands to watch the two rival teams battle it out. James was aware of the new team members he was playing against, but blissfully unaware of how one of them was you. 

Their Gryffindor keeper had just saved a goal from your teammate, throwing the quaffle to James, only for it to be stolen from his grasp before he could blink. 

“What the-”

His eyes caught sight of your green quidditch robes as you zipped away, throwing the quaffle for another goal and succeeding as it soared through. The Slytherin stands erupted into cheers, but James could barely focus on it as he was too focused on you. 

Shaking it off, James pushed himself to focus on the game again, more determined to score, yet when you somehow stole the quaffle away from him another time, he couldn’t help but laugh. 

Had Slytherin finally recruited a decent quidditch player?!

The sarcastic thought barely slipped through his mind before the quaffle vanished from his hands a third time. 

“Prongs!” Sirius flew up beside him, pointing his beater’s bat towards him in an accusing way, “stop giving her the bloody quaffle!”

James just rolled his eyes before flying off towards you with the intent to nick it back. 

Whilst you easily avoided a bludger that Sirius had hit towards you, James quickly pinched back the quaffle in the split second you were distracted. With a cheeky grin in your direction, he winked and flew towards the Slytherin goals. 

After that, it became more of a game between the two of you rather than the actual match. Stealing the quaffle back and forth had you both snickering at the other when they lost it. 

With the commentator suddenly breaking the information that the two seekers were in a battle to catch the snitch, James’ attention shifted for just a moment to watch, which was just long enough for you to steal the quaffle away once more, just as the game ended.

Noticing the quaffle no longer in his grip, his attention shot to you where you held up the ball with a grin, winking back at him. 

Despite the two of you messing around with each other the whole game, neither of you had said a word to the other. Breaking the silence between the two of you, James couldn’t help but laugh, despite the fact Gryffindor had just lost after Regulus Black had caught the snitch for Slytherin. 

“Marry me.” He grinned widely at you as you smiled back just as big. 

“Not today.” You snickered, winking at him once more before flying down to join your team. 

Sirius appeared beside his best mate with an odd expression on his face, having just witnessed the exchange. 

“Am I missing something?”

James just chuckled, but his gaze stayed on you, watching as you cheered along with you team at the win. He wasn’t aware of who you were before the game, but he was very aware of you now. 

Two

Despite the fact you were sorted in Slytherin, you didn’t get along with certain members of your house. The common room always seemed to be the hotspot for wannabe dark wizards who publicly shared their common views on blood status and who wasn’t worthy of studying magic. 

It was something you didn’t agree with and so avoided as much as you could. This was why you sought your refuge in one of the alcoves off the third floor corridor. It was quiet and you didn’t get nearly as distracted as you would if you had stayed in the common room, or even the library for that matter. 

Hearing a loud swear and then the sound of feet pounding down the corridor, you couldn’t help but be curious. Sticking your head out, you had to admit you weren’t surprised to see a panicked James Potter and Sirius Black running down the corridor towards you. 

The loud shout from behind them, which could only have come from Professor McGonagall, followed them as it echoed down the hall. 

The corridor came to a dead end and the two friends shared a look of dread. Before you knew what came over you, you stuck your head out and whispered to them.

“Psst,” their attention was immediately on you, “in here.”

Stepping out of your spot, the two boys clambered in as you walked down the corridor to come face to face with a furious Professor McGonagall. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” she controlled her anger as she questioned you, “have you seen Mr Potter or Mr Black come down here?”

“The two Gryffindors?” You inquired, your face void of anything that would give you away, “not down here, no, though judging from the noise and smell of chaos, I think they went that way.” 

Pointing down the direction of the opposite hall, the professor thanked you before turning and storming down it, turning the corner at the end and disappearing from sight.

With a snicker, you turned and headed back to find both James and Sirius with huge grins on their faces. 

“Oh, you’re not just a normal Slytherin are you?!” James gleamed, stepping forward, out of the hiding spot. 

“A normal Slytherin?!”

“Conniving, back stabbing, selfish.” Sirius listed off, “my entire family’s full of them, but you are different.”

“Glad I could break the Stereotype.” You shrugged a shoulder, before your attention shifted to James.��“What did you two do anyway which set off McGonagall like that?!”

The pair of Gryffindor’s looked slightly sheepish suddenly as if they were reluctant to say. 

“Uhhh, maybe because we set up a prank for some Slytherins’ to drop honey and feathers on them as they walked through the Great Hall, but McGonagall ended up walking through it instead.” James grimaced at the memory of how furious the teacher was. 

“Well that was stupid,” you snorted whilst grabbing your bag from the floor, “she obviously just vanished it. Next time you should definitely add a sticking charm so they can’t just magic it away. Oh and get the right target. As far as I’m concerned, the Slytherin’s that are the biggest dickheads are fair game, deal?”

“Marry me.” James gazed at you like you just discovered the stars.

With a small laugh and a roll of your eyes, your attention was quickly drawn to a piece of folded parchment on the ground which you were sure wasn’t yours.

“What’s this?” You questioned as you caught sight of the front. “Messers Moony, Wormta- hey!”

“Nothing!” Sirius said quickly, snatching it from your grip and tucking it away.

“Yeah because if it was nothing, you wouldn’t just rip it out of my hands now?!” You snickered, “you know if you really don’t want it to be read, you should put a password phrase on it to at least make it look like it’s nothing.”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea.” Sirius grinned, “you know, you’re not that bad.”

“So I’ve been told.” You laughed back at him, completely missing how James was grinning at you with utter wonder in his eyes.

Three

After inspiring the Gryffindor duo with both the prank idea and how to further the map, you didn’t expect that James and Sirius would rarely leave you alone. 

Because of this, you were introduced to Remus and Peter since both James and Sirius had determined you should be friends, especially when you could give them inside knowledge on which Slytherins to go after.  

You weren’t sure how to feel about it at first, but after a while it became natural to sit with the boys for breakfast or dinner. 

You also didn’t expect to see Amycus Carrow walk through the common room late one evening, mysteriously covered in honey and feathers after relaying a snide comment to you about your newfound friends.

The satisfaction you got from seeing Carrow try to explain there was obviously a sticking charm, preventing him from vanishing the sticky mess to his friends, was so much better than you could’ve imagined. You told the boys that very thing the next day. 

It also wasn’t long before James took the plunge and asked you out to Hogsmeade. 

The two of you had grown close despite your different houses, yet you both couldn’t deny there was a major attraction between you. (Something Sirius constantly commented on.)

Which was why you found yourself in the Three Broomsticks with James, laughing over butterbeers with story he told you.

“So then Remus enters the room to find it destroyed with Sirius handcuffed to his bed, naked, with only a pillow covering him. And you know what he said, like any other Tuesday? ‘I heard they’re serving Pie for dinner tonight’.”

“I’m telling you, those Ravenclaw girls are devious! Maybe even more so than us Slytherins!”

“Well if it’s any consolation, I would hate to get on your bad side.” James grinned at you, raising his glass.

“I’ll drink to that.” You snickered, clinking your glass with his. 

“Well well, I wouldn’t have expected to see you in here with this riffraff, Y/N.” A cold voice was heard from behind you. “Then again, you did always hang around with the wrong sort, a blood traitor no less.”

Turning around, your eyes met the steely blue ones of Lucius Malfoy. 

“Don’t call me by my first name like we’re friends, Malfoy. And for the record, at least I don’t associate myself with wannabe death eaters, like your friends.”

To further your point, your eyes flickered over to the group where Malfoy was originally sat, the group containing the Carrows, Mulciber and Snape.

Lucius’ expression was tight, yet both James and you could see the look of hate in his eyes. 

“You should leave.” James stood to match Lucius’ height as he rounded the table, effectively putting himself between the two of you. The two men stared each other down.

“And why should I?” Lucius questioned back, his voice cold. 

“Because it would be an absolute shame if anyone found out about your midnight visitor the other night. Right, Malfoy?” You questioned with a innocent look on your face. 

Standing up and linking your arm with James’, Lucius’ eyes snapped to you as you held his expression with a stern one of your own. 

“A Hufflepuff, wasn’t she? And a muggleborn no less. Which is weird because, aren’t you engaged to Narcissa Black? I wonder what her family would think, them being the ‘Noble House of Black’ and all?” 

Lucius looked furious, but you held his glare firmly, only for him to step back a few moments later, allowing a space for you to pass. Pulling James along with you, you headed towards the door with a spring in your step like you hadn’t just blackmailed one of the Slytherin prefects.  

“Ooh, can we go to Honeydukes? I need to stock up on chocolate frogs.”

James was stunned, captivated and slightly aroused. 

Watching you take on Malfoy like it was nothing more than a brain training activity, made him laugh in wonder as the two of you exited onto the street. 

You kept talking about the new limited edition sugar quills before you paused, realising James wasn’t really listening to you anymore. 

“Hey, you alright?”

“Marry me.”

With a grin, you just linked arms with him again, the two of you heading in the direction of the sweet shop, a growing list of sugary items to buy. 

Four

With a groan of pleasure, James pulled you tighter to him as you moaned out his name, your hands wound in his hair making it appear a lot messier than usual. 

The two of you had graduated Hogwarts only a few months ago, and after dating for just over two years, James asked you to move in with him once you finished school. 

The small flat the two of you shared was found in Diagon Alley, above the quidditch shop, which you wondered whether he had planned or not when he first suggested you view the place. Sirius and Remus had their own flat which the former had bought for the two with the money he had inherited from uncle, after being disowned from his family. 

Your small group of friends supported him the best you could, which included Sirius moving in with James and his parents for a while as they finished Hogwarts. Yet, when they entered the final months of their seventh year at school, Sirius insisted he would look for his own place, not wanting to intrude longer than he already had, not that the Potters’ would call him staying with them an intrusion of any kind. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” James gasped out as he quickened his pace, thrusting into you faster as you christened the different rooms. 

You had both started in your bedroom before moving to the living room, kitchen and then the bathroom, before ending up back in your room once more. 

His lips met your own as you pulled him by his neck closer to you, wrapping you legs around his waist tighter, effectively getting James to hit a spot deep within you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. 

Quickening his pace, James used his expert fingers to bring you closer to your brink, before you gasped out loudly, quickly reaching your climax. The feeling of you coming around him had James grunting out, thrusting harder to chase his own release. 

Gripping your headboard, he came with a groan, muttering your name over and over as he pulled you close to him, both of you basking in the bliss that came from the several orgasms you’d both experienced over the last few hours. 

“Marry me.” James murmured into you hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Maybe later.” You chuckled, exhaustion now hitting you hard as you both relaxed back in bed. “Too tired now.”

James snickered as he pulled a blanket over the two of you, finding a comfortable position as you curled up together, both utterly content within that perfect moment. 

Five

A lot had changed since you left Hogwarts and being inducted into the Order of the Phoenix was just one of them. 

Your closest friends were also recruited which both reassured you and terrified you. As much as you were glad that you were fighting on the right side of the war with the people you could trust with your life, if anything happened to any of them, you don’t know what you’d do. 

It was suppose to be a small mission, just quick enough to gain intel for the Order which was why Moody chose only a select few of you to complete it. 

James, Remus and you, accompanied by Lily Evans, who you had been properly introduced to in your seventh year, were the four chosen for the task. This of course had annoyed Sirius to no end as he hadn’t been picked and constantly moaned about it the few days prior. 

Accidentally setting off the taboo alarm, death eaters apparated before you causing the four of you to split into two’s, fighting back to back. 

Quickly hitting the three death eaters before you with a stunning spell, you turned and shot another ‘stupefy’ at one who had their wand aimed at Lily. She successfully took out a couple more as she was back to back with you, sharing a grin at how well both of your training had helped you.  

Glancing over at James unconsciously, you spotted one sneak up behind him as he was separated from Remus after one death eater blew up the floor beneath them. 

With the first spell that flew to mind, you aimed your wand at the advancing threat, shooting a bat bogey hex at them, just as their killing curse missed James by inches, only for him to be hit by a weak confundus charm.

You were certain your heart skipped several beats due to the stress and anxiety as you dropped to your knees next to him on the ground. His nose was obviously broken from one spell shot at him and a dazed expression was present on his face.

Taking his face in between your hands, you quickly got a good look at him to check for more injuries as Lily and Remus stunned the last of the attackers and started to round them up. 

“James, can you hear me?”

“Y/N,” he grinned widely, “what are you doing here?”

“Saving your arse from being killed.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile on your face at how dopey your boyfriend looked. 

“You always save my arse, I think you quite like my arse really.” James snickered loudly like he had just told a funny joke. “I think you might want to marry my arse. Ooh, I think you should really marry me though.”

You chuckled at him, quickly fixing his broken nose and helping him up. 

“It means you’ll have to actually propose to me then, with a proposal better than that, my love.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

James nodded, deep in thought before his eyes lifted to spot Remus and immediately he waved an arm to try get his attention.

“MOONY! I NEED YOUR HELP TO PROPOSE.”

Six

The truth was, as much as James joked about it, and as much as he said it within the span of meeting you, you did not expect it for one moment when he actually asked you to marry him. 

Saturday started off as any normal weekend would.

With the promise from Dumbledore to call only if it was an emergency, your group of friends was given the day off and so a plan was set in motion to have dinner at yours and James’ flat. Despite popular belief, James could actually cook very well and so insisted on whipping up a roast dinner for you all, shooing you out of the kitchen when you tried to help. 

Sitting around your dining table with your closest friends, you couldn’t have asked for a better day. It was the first in a while where everyone could relax slightly and take the time to enjoy themselves. 

Remus and you were in a discussion about a book he had recommended to you, when James entered the room with the meal, putting it in the centre of the table. Whilst Sirius was avidly denying James could cook, Lily and you snickered between you as you watched the boys interact with each other. 

The meal went by quickly, everyone enjoying their time together before Lily and you cleared the plates away as a compromise, after James cooked everything. 

You didn’t suspect anything going on until you reentered the room to find the boys in a hushed discussion, giant smiles on their faces, jumping away from each other after noticing you return. 

“Everything okay?” You asked slightly suspicious as the four boys shrugged off your concerns. 

“Yeah, absolutely perfect, wanna sit down?” Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the living room with the others following. 

“You’re acting weird, Siri.” 

“I am weird, honey, I was born into the House of Black.”

With a smile and narrowed eyes, you decided to ignore whatever secret it was the boys had, and focused on enjoying the time you had together.

It wasn’t until James stood and grabbed your hands, pulling you up from your seat, that you became slightly suspicious again. 

“Y/N, if you don’t mind, I’d like to say something to you and all our friends.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he brought you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your head. Wrapping your own arm around his waist in turn, you cuddled close to him, feeling absolutely content. 

“As we all know,” James began, catching the attention of the small group, “it had been an absolute shock for most of you hear today, that I can actually cook a meal and not poison anyone.”

A round of snickers passed around the group as James rolled his eyes at your reactions. 

“We also all know that me being able to cook, is far from the most shocking thing to happen to us all. The biggest shock, was of course, the Gryffindor quidditch team losing to Slytherin when this little minx showed up and stole the show!” 

“Here here!” Sirius agreed, lifting his glass of Firewhiskey in agreement.

“Another shock was also when I asked her on a date and she agreed, yet I think that was more Y/N’s mistake than anything.” James chuckled out, now looking slightly more nervous than he did before. “If we’re talking about biggest shocks throughout our relationship, her agreeing to move in with me was another, along with my shock when I discovered what she could do with her tongue-”

“James!”

“Ow! Okay, fine, no bedroom talk!”

The punch to his arm barely phased James’ smile though as he grinned at you so wholeheartedly, you think you might melt on the spot. 

“Anyway, one thing that probably isn’t a shock is the countless times I’ve mentioned my intentions to you. Which is why...”

James unravelled his arm from your waist as he quickly caught something thrown at him by Remus, before dropping to one knee in front of you.

You were sure your heart had stopped. 

“I’m now going to ask you again, legitimately this time.”

Opening up the small white box, a gorgeous diamond and ruby ring was readily positioned, shining up at you as your eyes flicked from the ring, to James and back repeatedly. 

“Y/N, I know I’ve said this before, but please, marry me?!”

Throwing your arms around his neck, you must’ve repeated the word ‘yes’ over and over again as James proceeded to kiss you, before slipping the ring on your finger. 

In that moment, surrounded by your closest friends and the man you loved more than anything, you felt the happiest you ever had and wished for nothing more than to live in that moment forever. 

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AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’’ you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

..

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

[yesimwriting]

Searing Starlight (chapter one)

SERIES SUMMARY: the most powerful inferni alive, raised to see herself as a god-in-the-making, the bastard of the barrel and his team, and a shadow summoner with a common goal. What could go wrong? The giant mass of darkness known as the shadow fold and y/n’s sense of humor. 

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Y/n is sent to hustle the Crow Club. Technically it’s not cheating, but Kaz Brekker isn’t the type to let people off on technicalities alone. Especially when the one that committed the offense could help him earn 1 million kruge. 

a/n just a little something based on the show bc IM OBSESSED :)) --I’m planning on making this a series so if you want to be tagged let me know :)

The candles flicker as Kenya's palm makes contact with my face. I used to cry after he hit me; I used to run to Anya’s room for comfort and my energy would became so irritated I snuffed out all the candles in the church. Now, I just stand there. You get punished worse for showing fear. Gods fear nothing, and that’s what he wants from us--to turn into Gods so that the heavens will owe him. 

“You risk us again and again!” 

The yelling is worse than the stinging of the slap. I make a point of keeping my palms flat; the candles of the room flicker as if feeling my restraint. “Watch yourself or the tidemaker you’re so fond of will feel my wrath instead of you. At least when I bruise his face it doesn’t cost me a night of revenue.” 

I want to point out that the men I trick in the pleasure district don’t care about bruises, but the reminder of Jace has me frozen in place. Jace is good. He doesn’t deserve this treatment. “It won’t happen again, Father Kenya.” 

He nods once, unsatisfied but growing bored. “Disappear from my sight before my flesh wins and I forget to show you mercy.” Kenya turns sharply, watching Anya’s stoic expression. “Anya--we’re in need of funding, take these coins and triple it by morning.” 

Anya’s lips part; I shake my head once, a subtle plea for her silence. “Father Kenya, y/n’s the most talented card player we have--if she comes with us we can bring five times what you’re going to give us.” 

The promise Anya makes is that of a fool, but I know I’m capable of it. People are easy to read when they’re drunk, they’re easy to trick and lie to. And drunk people exude the clearest energy, something about their bluffing is as tangible as fog to me. 

Kenya squeezes the drawstring bag between his violent fingers. He loathes me more than the others. He expects more from me. He’d lock me in the cellar if he could afford to. But he can’t--he knows what I’m capable of. 

“Go somewhere in the Barrel--somewhere that doesn’t ask questions if the money is good.” Kenya looks at me, the bruises on my arms and cheeks. “Clean yourself up beforehand.” 

I nod once, stomach rolling at the thought of going out and knotting at the thought of staying here. I keep my steps even as I approach Anya, grateful for the excuse to disappear behind the chapel’s doors. 

----

This club is louder than most, boisterous men drinking constantly, slurring their words and leaning over bars. I only smile when someone’s looking, tugging on the dress Anya picked for me subconsciously. 

“Relax, y/n,” Anya hums, “Men don’t understand they’re being hustled when someone pretty is the one swindling them, and you look hot.” 

A particularly drunk man walks by slowly, eyes reflecting no shame as he blatantly rakes his gaze down my form. I shift uneasily. “That might be the problem.” 

She tilts her head back, gaze focusing on the crow marking etched into the back wall of the club. A very strange and consistent crow theme in here. “Maybe you should keep the dress on until you run into Jace.” 

The mention of Jace in that context leaves my face warm. “Wha--what?” Great. I’m sputtering. “Shut up!” 

She laughs easily, “I’m only teasing--he’d probably ta--” 

“Anya!” 

Again, her laugh is loud and bright. “Kidding!” Before I can scorch her, she nods her head towards a gambling table. “An open seat--go, you know Kenya’ll have our heads if we don’t multiply this,” she tosses me the drawstring bag, I catch it awkwardly, “By five.” 

There are a lot of things I’ve ruined--but I never mess up when it comes to gambling. We’re all entitled to our talents and mine are destruction and trickery. “I’ll have six times this amount before midnight.” 

A little cocky, but it’s well deserved. I stroll up to the table easily, comforted by the fact that Anya’s only a few feet away. 

“You’re playing this round?” 

I smile politely, used to this kind of hesitance. “I think I’d like to try it.” The mock-hesitance in my voice burns coming up, but the dumber I seem the faster I make up my money. The rest of the participants snicker. Expected. I’m going to enjoy taking their money. “I can pay if that’s the issue.”

The sound of me fishing through the small bag of golden coins silences the men at a table. The man closest to me, the one with smooth brown skin and a smile I imagine has convinced many people to play into sins for him, leans forward slightly. I let him peek at the coins, the more they want my money the more they’ll believe my lies. 

“How much to enter?” 

A tall man snorts. I fight back the urge to glare. 

“Three of those coins should do.” The boy next to me is decent enough to answer. I’ll steal from him least. “I’m Jesper.” 

I’ve been to enough clubs to know when a man is attempting to find company for the night. I hope the playful niceness I see in him is real. “Kamil.” My sister’s name is salt water on my tongue. 

The first game is easy enough to throw. The second, I have to work at a little more--their smugness is killing me. I pretend to be ready to step away from the table.

“Where are you going?” 

I shrug at the stranger. “I shouldn’t lose any more money, my father won’t be happy with me as it is.” 

The stranger leans forward, glancing at his chips. “We don’t want a girl like you in trouble at home--why don’t we up the stakes? You win this next hand, and you’ll win double what I did.” He pauses, eyeing my drawstring bag, “Of course--you’ll have to be willing to risk a matching sum.” 

Awful odds. “Deep odds,” Jesper mumbles, “Consider cutting your losses.”

Jesper is a better person than the other men here. I almost feel bad he’s going to be losing any money. “One more game won’t kill me,” I smile as politely as I can manage, “Besides--my luck could be about to change and I’d never know.” 

I hand the coins over to the dealer. I watch as the money is shuffled onto the center of the table, suppressing the grin of someone about to release her killshot. Ten minutes later, I’ve doubled what I’ve lost. The man who upped the bet is gaping, Jesper’s expression has shifted entirely, and everyone’s staring at me like I’ve shifted into another person entirely. 

“Wow--luck really does change quickly here.” I’ve hooked them. They’ll want to play again, to prove that my victory was a fluke. “Do you guys want to play again? It only seems fair I give you a chance to win back everything you just lost since you did the same for me.” 

Everyone’s quick to agree, but I’m quicker to win the second round. Some men look murderous, some look ready to play again, their egos incapable of handling defeat at my hands. 

“You came in with a surprising amount of coins,” Jesper muses, reaching over to pick up a piece of gold that rolled towards him, “I hate to accuse you of counterfeiting, but one has to wonder.” 

Typical. “I swear my money’s real.” 

“Real money can take a bullet…” Is he going to shoot it...in doors? Jesper tosses the coin easily, letting it flip in the air before taking out a pistol and shooting it dead center in a movement so casually fluid and deadly I’m taken back. 

The coin clatters onto the table, the bullet embedded into the precious metal. I eye it cautiously, beyond relieved that Kenya at least doesn’t lie. “T-told you.” 

His eyebrows narrow as he reholsters his pistol. “About that, I guess you did.” 

Jesper’s skepticism is a red flag. I need to get out of here before my winnings are taken from me and Kenya kills me or Jace for my failure. “I didn’t take you for such a sore loser.” 

Before Jesper can respond, something black raps against the table once. “What did I tell you about loud noises at the table?” 

Jesper’s gaze leaves mine immediately. “Sorry boss, just checking a swindler.” 

He--he knows. I blink twice, forcing surprise to color my features. “Swindler?” I look between him and the man he called his boss. “N--no, it was just--luck. I played a hand, I lost some money, I played again and I won some money. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” 

“You only started winning after the stakes were raised--I’ve seen that tactic before and it’s not appreciated here.” 

I swallow once, a pinch of dread making its way through my stomach. He had shot that coin with no hesitation--I didn’t even see him click off the safety. How dangerous is the man at my table? How dangerous is his boss? Everyone seemed to straighten at the sight of the stranger with the cane. 

“There was no tactic--it was a game.” 

The man I don’t know tears his gaze away from Jesper. “Someone like you shouldn’t even be here.” 

He has a point--my demeanor doesn’t exactly scream someone who frequents establishments at the Barrel during the night. “I’m only here to keep my friend out of trouble.” A fair enough response. “And I played a game and someone can’t handle a loss.”

“You should have seen her bluff, I’ve met professional thieves that lie less fluently than her.” 

At Jesper’s words, the stranger’s grip around his cane tightens. I imagine that beneath his gloves, the color of marred souls, his knuckles are white. “Who do you work for? Who sent a girl to invade my business?” 

Who do I work for? No one that has any business with him. “What?” How self absorbed can one man be? 

“If playing the fool didn’t get you through a card game--don’t think it will get you through this.” 

What? Before I can question him, Anya grabs my shoulder, pulling me so that there’s a safer distance between me and the man. 

“You’re an idiot,” her whisper is pointed, directed solely at me. “Of course you’d find trouble with Dirtyhands.” Did I hear that correctly? Dirtyhands--as in the Dirtyhands? I stare at her, eyes wide. How had I been so stupid? I should have recognized him from his gloves alone. Anya turns her head towards them. “We don’t want any trouble--forgive my friend, she’s not a spy she’s just an oblivious idiot.” 

“Rude.” 

She throws me a glare. “But she did win.” The money isn’t worth the trouble we’ll find trying to keep it but Kenya’s words follow us wherever we go. “We’ll take what we earned and never come back.” 

“I don’t concede often.” 

I reach for Anya’s arm, brushing her forearm in hopes of telling her things will be okay. Kaz Brekker may be feared, but we’re gods in the making. “Neither do we.”

He seems to want to play at an odd, power-filled standstill, but Anya and I are more desperate than him. Anya leans forward, ready to take the money from the table, but the unidentified man who upped the stakes earlier is quick to grab her forearm. 

“I don’t take losses, little girl.”

Anya. I can only imagine the horror she feels when a strange man touches her. Screw precaution. “Is that money worth burning for?” 

“Y/n.” Anya’s warning comes out low; Jesper raises an eyebrow. I guess being Kamil was short lived. 

“Excuse me?” 

The man will not intimidate me. Fear is a crutch men use to keep women in check. “You heard my question.” I hold up my hand, releasing enough energy to develop a flame in my palm. “And if your answer is ‘no’, I suggest you release my friend before your body is nothing more than a pile of ash your own mother wouldn’t even be able to identify.” 

The stranger blinks, touches the gun on his hip, and then releases Anya’s arm. 

“You can’t come into my club, hustle money away from my men, and walk away unscathed because you’re a grisha.” 

Words cannot express how badly I do not want to speak to Kaz Brekker at any point in my life. His grip on his cane is a silent warning--a threat. But what is a man’s threat to a girl that’s meant to be a god? “You can kill me but I’ll use my dying breath to burn this entire building.” I’ve publicly backed him into a corner--I’m insane. 

Dirtyhands opens his mouth to reply, anyone within earshot holding on for his next words. Anya yanks me back as the sound of something explosive interrupts the room. A bullet flies past directly where I was standing and strikes the wall behind me. Anya just saved my life. Someone just shot at me. 

“Y/n, do you think it’s--” 

“No.” It can’t be. There’s no way a soldier found me again. “It can’t be--we were--we’ve been careful--and Kenya said they wouldn’t look for me--that he purchased me fully.” 

A man is moving through the crowd. A blue kefta. No. No. 

Not here. Not now.

And why are they shooting at me? “Anya,” I breathe out as cautiously as possible, “Run and no matter what don’t turn around.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

Anya. Always the older sister. “They don’t want you--they want me.” 

“You’re not a real Sun Summoner--it’s suicide for you.” 

I don’t have the heart to tell Anya I don’t particularly care about my life. It’s never truly been mine anyway. “I’ll make it out.” 

“You’re an inferni, not a miracle worker.” 

My lips pull into an odd sort of grimace. The gentle kind one hopes is mistaken for a smile. “I thought we were meant to be gods.” 

“A god can’t do what they want from you.” She mumbles. “So you’re capable of producing more fire than most--it’s not the same as creating light. It doesn’t matter how many drugs they pump into you it’s--” 

I shake my head once, “Anya--go.” 

“They want you to play Sun Summoner.” Dirtyhand’s tone is too smooth to trust. I know when someone’s trying to sell dreams that don’t exist. “The way they’ll have you do it will cost you, but the way I’ll have you do it will be practically painless.”

Is he always this confusing? “What?” 

The question is an irritation, that’s apparent in the cold tint that takes over his practically blank expression. “I need a Sun Summoner for a business deal--and lucky for you I’m out of time.” 

“You don’t want to work with me.” 

“No,” his voice is dismissive, he didn’t understand I meant that as a warning, “But I need to have some form of mass light before sunrise.” 

“The man I’m indentured to will never go for it.” Proposing such an idea would leave me with a broken rib again. 

Dirtyhands nods once, a vague acknowledgement. “That’s not your problem.” I keep my jaw set, scanning at the crowd for a flash of that blue kefta. “After all, it wasn’t his problem when he hurt you.” 

I had been careful to hide the bruises. The reminders of my humanity. My weaknesses, my failures, written onto my skin in purple and blue ink. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I didn’t until I got that reaction.” I’ve never so quickly felt the need to loathe someone. “It was easy enough to assume--young girl, desperate for money, a grisha powerful enough to be hunted down.” 

Is that supposed to be some sort of consolation? “My freedom would never come so easily.” 

“It wouldn’t be freedom--you’d owe me more than you already do for the kruge scam.” 

I swallow before I can make the mistake of telling him I’d consider any escape from Kenya freedom. “Close enough.” 

The grisha’s closer now, the light blue kefta so easy to spot amongst a sea of darkness. “You’re running out of time.” 

“Can you get my friend out?” 

“Y/n.” She can be mad for the rest of her life if she wants. 

He nods his head once. “She’ll be out the back before anyone knows she was even here.” 

“And she can take the money I won.” Maybe the income will be enough to spare her from Kenya’s wrath. “That’s a dealbreaker.” 

Kaz Brekker hesitates. It’s such a normal pause I almost think it’s a trap. “If she takes it there will be no way out for you--you will do what I ask even if it endangers your life.” 

“Y/n, it’s not worth it.” 

I don’t look at Anya. “You have my word.” 

“Y/n, I’m not taking anything and I’m not leaving you.” 

I finally turn. “Don’t be a self-sacrificing idiot--it’s not in your nature and frankly it doesn’t suit you.” Acts of goodness towards me have always left me feeling raw. Too raw. Like I’m bleeding out. “Sorry, I just…” Anya’s eyes are soft. She knows. She always knows. “I’ll get through whatever it is he’s planning and I’ll come back.” I swallow once, nerve draining from my body slowly. “Take the money--Kenya will be angry enough as is.” 

Anya drops her gaze as she collects from the table. It takes me a moment longer than it should to recognize this is shameful for her. I consider telling her that she’s doing the right thing, but that would burn her heart more. 

“You’re my sister,” Anya’s voice is lower than it’s ever been, “I should have stopped him.” 

Her guilt hurts more than the bruises. “You were as hurt as me--you have nothing to feel guilty about.” 

This is already more emotion than we’re used to expressing when alone let alone around others. Anya stretches out an arm, squeezes my shoulder once, and then takes a step back. “I’ll see you again.” 

“Yes,” I nod once.

“Jesper, take the girl out the back.” Turning forward blankly, Kaz begins to speak to me, “Hide behind the bar--my wraith will find you and take you somewhere else.” 

“Y--you have a wraith?” And I thought Kenya was weird. He lets out a sigh. “Sorry. Not the time.” 

“Desperation leads to bad decisions.” 

Dramatic. “I agree.” 

His gaze falls on me, taking in my narrow-eyed glare. There’s a moment in which I think the left corner of his mouth twitches upwards, but then he turns his head again. A trick of the light. “Go before you’re found and I’m out the money I let your friend take.” 

Yes. I’m not exactly safe right now, but Kaz Brekker needs me for something. That means I will not be leaving this building. By force or willingly. 

Silently, I turn, melting into those in the crowd that are either oblivious or don’t care enough to react to the cat and mouse game I’m currently in. When I reach the bar, I’m quick to duck behind it, pressing my back against shelves of alcohol. 

[desyeuxdeluna]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚 ↠ 𝐊.𝐒𝐖

pairings: gryffindor!rowoon x gryffindor!female reader

wc: 7.6k

genre: hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au, angst, fluff, comedy.

warnings: none.

summary → “you thought you were supposed to hate kim seokwoo forever, that was until the pink potion got to you.”

taglist: @junjungsunwoo  @inseongsfoxybae @lovelyjungwoo98 @ariesserpent @jeonghannieangel @hanniihae410 @keoyaa97 @ksofthours

a/n: happy birthday to our best boy, rowoon💗 i worked so hard on this fic please appreciate my hard work by giving me feedback and reblogs so it reaches bigger audience. this is my way to celebrate our giant bear birthday, i hope you enjoy the fic, this is unedited, so please excuse me and tell me if there are any mistakes. thank you. 💖

The girl walked inside the Potions’ classroom, her eyes met black ones and gave a curt nod to Professor Snape who just looked ahead of him. She rolled her eyes and went to stand next to her friend, Nayeon. The Ravenclaw girl looked up and smiled when she saw her best friend arrive but frowned when she saw the scowl on her face.

“Hey, what happened? Why are you frowning like that?” Nayeon asked making you roll your eyes and glare at your professor who was too busy scolding some students.

“Have I told you how much I hate Snape?” you asked whispering and she chuckled nodding her head.

“Every day, where’s Chungha by the way?”

“She fell ill yesterday, she decided to stay out late during the Hogsmeade trip with Jennie, Chungha thought it was funny if she decided to dance in the rain, clearly it was miserable fail and she got sick. I tried to warn her but since when does she listen?” you explained shaking your head and Nayeon laughed softly.

You heard some squeals of the other girls from your class made you stop, you looked to see what it was all about and groaned internally when you saw the tall frame of the boy you hated so much, Kim Seokwoo. His face held a tiny smirk as he looked ahead of him and stood next to Juho and Sanghyuk at the table next to yours, when he caught your eye he glared causing you to glare even harder at him.

“The definition of if looks could kill.” Nayeon mumbled watching the two of you. She saw Snape coming towards your way and she nudged you with her elbow breaking the glaring contest between you and Seokwoo.

“I hope Sanghyuk blows his face up.” you hissed and Nayeon looked ahead of her used to you being like this when Seokwoo is around.

The class started as Snape told you to make some potions, and he was going to give points to the house that will make the potion right and succeed. He started the clock as it begins to count down. You were glad you were partnered up with Nayeon because she was a genius at Potions.

“What the hell are you doing, Seokwoo?”

You heard Sanghyuk curse the boy next to you, clearly, he was messing up and you smirked imagining how you were going to kick his ass and get the points by yourself. You copied what Nayeon was doing and some tricks you learnt over the year.

The clock ticked and Snape passed around the class to see who made the potions right. He stopped in front of you and looked at your potion and Nayeon’s potion, he gave no reaction skipping you and went to the table next to yours. You were fuming with rage as he held Seokwoo’s potion inspecting it and hummed in satisfaction saying.

“Looks like Mr. Kim managed to make the best potion. Three points to Gryffindor.”

Seokwoo smiled proudly looking at Sanghyuk as if he was saying ‘I told you so’. He caught your eye as he smiled in satisfaction at the fuming look in your eyes, he managed to win another competition between the two of you yet again.

No one knows the reason why you two hated each other’s guts, since day one you’d hated each other, no one knows if it was rivalry or hatred towards one another although both of you were Head Boy and Head Girl. It started when both of you got sorted into Gryffindor, everybody thought since you’re from the same house you wouldn’t fight, how wrong they were. You started fighting even more, your hatred growing with you as you grow, both trying to prove to the other that they’re better. It was 7th year, and you showed no sign of letting go of your rivalry.

“I hate him so much.” you said when you saw Seokwoo laughing and joking around with his friends at the Gryffindor’s table when you were having lunch. Chungha looked at you letting go of the chicken she was holding.

“Why do you hate him so much?” she asked genuinely, she never understood your hatred towards the tall Gryffindor, it seemed as if you two were born to hate each other for no reason.

You answered her question not taking your eyes off of him. “He’s rude, childish, cocky. I don’t even understand why girls look his way.”

“Maybe you should stop looking at him.” Chungha smirked taking a bite from her chicken.

Your eyes widened and before you could turn around, Seokwoo already caught you looking at him. He huffed when he saw you. “Take a picture Y/L/N, it will last longer.” he said and you smirked answering.

“I would but flash photography scares animals.”

Sanghyuk laughed loudly and Seokwoo glared at you, you just smiled teasingly taking a sip of your pumpkin juice. Seokwoo raised his wand as he made you spill juice all over your clothes. You gasped standing up trying to wipe your robes.

“What the hell, Seokwoo?!” you yelled glaring at him but he just ignored you and continued eating.

You huffed standing up and went to the doors of the Great Hall with Chungha by your side. You stopped walking and looked up and saw the pumpkins decorating the Great Hall for Halloween. You smirked and looked at Chungha who was shaking her head, you ignored her and turned to see if anyone is around, but you saw everyone was already busy. You raised your wand towards the chosen pumpkin and said.

“Melofors.”

You watched as the pumpkin fell on Seokwoo’s head causing him to yelp in pain and fall to the ground from the impact, you watched as Sanghyuk helped him up. Smiling in satisfaction, you left the Great Hall happy by the mischief you caused.

In the Quidditch field, red and gold capes of the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew around trying to stop the attacks coming from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Juho, the captain and the Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team cursed loudly when he was late to stop the Quaffle from entering the hoop.

“Why the hell haven’t Y/N caught the snitch yet? We are losing!” Seokwoo yelled cursing when a Bludger was about to hit him and he hit it with his bat towards the other team.

“They’re throwing the Bludgers at us like crazy!” Chungha yelled throwing the Quaffle into the hop only to be blocked by the Keeper.

“Seokwoo hyung watch out!” Chanhee, another Gryffindor Beater yelled as Seokwoo turned around and saw the Bludger heading his way and managed to dodge it.

You were suffering to say the least, Taeyang, the Hufflepuff seeker kept pushing you trying to get to the Golden Snitch first, not just that you had another Beater trying to knock you off your broom.

“Bloody hell.” Seokwoo muttered as he saw Chanhee falling off his broom because he was hit by the Bludger. He caught the sight of you and yelled loudly, “Y/L/N do something useful and catch the Snitch!” he yelled angrily.

You heard him loud and clear and dashed towards the Golden Snitch, you were unaware of the Bludger heading towards you as it hit you in the side causing you to yell in pain and knocked you off your broom. You fell from the sky and landed with a loud thud, Taeyang using this to his advantage and managed to catch the Golden Snitch.

Madam Hooch whistled declaring the match was over, you close your eyes feeling defeated, you heard footsteps running towards you and you saw the yellow orbs of Madam Hooch looking at you in concern.

“Y/L/N? Are you okay?” she asked and you managed to sit up despite the pain in your side and nodded. You were lucky you weren’t that high when you fell from the sky, but your side hurt.

“Let’s get you to Madam Pomfrey to make sure you’re okay.” she said and helped you up but you stopped her.

“Please check on Chanhee, he fell from a high place,” you said and Chungha flew down helping you stand up, Madam Hooch went to make sure every player was okay.

“You okay?” Chungha asked softly as she helped you stand on your feet. You took a deep breath looking at the ground.

“Yeah,” you said huffing glaring at the floor, “We are already the last place and now it’s all worse because I didn’t catch the Snitch.” you said feeling yourself becoming more angrier.

“Don’t get angry, you’re injured.” she said and you winced in pain when you took a step.

“The audacity Kim Seokwoo had, he was able to yell at me but not preventing the Bludger from hitting me. I could kill him.” you hissed and your best friend rubbed your arm up and down and said.

“Stop this now, let’s go make sure you’re okay first, then kill him later if you want.”

***

Seokwoo entered the Gryffindor Common Room and saw you sitting on the loveseat with Chungha and Chanhee who had his arm in a cast, Juho standing next to the fireplace thinking of god knows what, and Sanghyuk sitting on the floor with a defeated look on his face. He was seeing red and seeing you glaring at him like this made him even more furious.

“This is all your fault!” Seokwoo started and Sanghyuk rolled his eyes knowing that there was a fight about to break out again between the two of you.

You looked up at the Head Boy glaring at him angrily standing up, the height difference was intimidating but that wasn’t going to make you back down easily.

“Wow, some nerves you have,” you started looking at him in the eyes with a cold look, “First, you didn’t do your job as a Beater to protect us from the Bludgers, second you accuse me of being the reason why we lost when you saw how I was hit by the Bludger when I was close to catching it and yet you didn’t anything about it. You really are an asshole.” you yelled.

Seokwoo was quick to defend himself, “Really?! You keep on accusing me every time we lose a match saying it was all because of me because I wasn’t able to protect you! When the truth is you don’t want to admit you’re just the worst Seeker to ever exist!” he yelled back and you gasped glaring at him ready to hex his ass.

“Who are you calling a bad Seeker?! Did you forget that I’m the reason why win every match?! Because I keep on practising even when you all leave?! If anything you’re the worst Quidditch player! And the worst Head Boy too!” you yelled.

“You’re just a brat and cannot accept the truth! You’re also a bad Head Girl!” he yelled.

Before you could say anything again a loud voice roared through the Common Room causing everyone to shut up.

“Enough!”

Juho turned around glaring at the two of you, you turned around and saw how angry he was and got scared, sure Juho was nice and all but Quidditch was his life and he hated whenever he lost.

“Can’t the two of you just shut up and let go of your ego for one freaking second?” Juho said his eyes darting between you and Seokwoo. “You both are the reason why we lost.”

You looked at him ready to argue but the look on his face made it impossible for you to even look in his eyes without getting scared.

“Seokwoo, you didn’t do your job as Beater, the Bludgers just kept on coming at us nonstop, and you didn’t help Y/N when the Bludger was heading her way.” Juho said and Seokwoo looked at the ground glaring.

“Y/N, you didn’t do your job as a Seeker, you had many chances to win and end the game but you wasted all of them, and you cannot throw your failure at Seokwoo. You didn’t train well either, and you were spacing out when I tried to tell you this you dismissed me.” Juho said looking at you with a disapproving look.

You looked anywhere but him, it’s not like he was lying, you know you barged about being the best Seeker because your father is a Quidditch player and he trained you too, he is a Seeker, the best Seeker in the world according to the Wizarding World. You thought you already had the talent and didn’t need to practise hard, but now you know you were wrong.

As for Seokwoo, he didn’t dare to argue, he just stared at the floor glaring at his feet. He knows what he did wrong, he is always busy trying to prove that he is better than you that he didn’t realise that he was already losing himself to the point where he didn’t think about anything but beating you.

Reality hit you like a truck, you looked up at the same moment Seokwoo did, you stared at each other for the first time not glaring, but it looked like you were having a conversation through your eyes. You didn’t realise that you both were too caught up in your rivalry that you didn’t notice you were bringing your house and your housemates down. You both weren’t really a good fit for being the Head Boy and the Head Girl, you didn’t deserve these titles, you messed up and it came to the conclusion that you were dragging your house down, you were already in the last place. The reputation of the House of Gryffindor is being ruined by both you and Seokwoo, you should be held accountable for this.

Juho took a breath trying to calm himself down, he didn’t want this to get ugly but he has to, as the Captain of the Quidditch Team he had to do it.

“If you two, don’t think about the team before yourselves, and didn’t stop being irrational and irresponsible, I will have to do nothing but kick the both of you out of the team, I don’t care you are the Head Boy and Head Girl, and that’s my final decision.”

With that being said, Juho left to go to his dorm.

The Common Room was dead silent, no one dared to move an inch, they were speechless by Juho’s words but they were glad he did that because for the first time Kim Seokwoo and Y/N Y/L/N, were in the same room and without fighting.

The following week was strange, there were no fights between you and Seokwoo, you didn’t even dare to look at each other, even during practice. You just practised alone and left without talking to anyone, even Chungha, your best friend.

Your days consisted of waking up going to classes, then in the lunch break, you stay alone far away then after classes are done your stay in the library studying when it’s bedtime you go to the dorm you share with Chungha and three other girls and sleep. When you have Quidditch practice, you stay away from everybody practising on your own pushing yourself past your limits.

Seokwoo was the same, he tried to avoid you as much as he can, he even stayed away from you in classes, for example, Potions. Your places were too close, he ditched Sanghyuk and Juho and went and partnered up with some of his Ravenclaw friends. And during Quidditch practice, not one Bludger got close to the team. He was determined to earn back the trust of his house.

Everyone wasn’t used to this behaviour and thought it was so strange and felt kind of scared, but they were glad you weren’t fighting anymore. Especially during times when you both were present in the same room, you never spoke a word, just listened intently giving your comments individually without speaking directly to the other. It was better this way. You both just worked hard to get back Gryffindor on the competition by earning points for the house and practising hard for the next Quidditch match with Slytherin.

***

It was time for the match against Slytherin, you stood next to Juho as he began revising the plan for you. You were determined to prove that you deserved the title of being a good Seeker, and you already had your mind made up that you weren’t going to miss any chances.

The same goes for Seokwoo, he was focusing on every word Juho was saying, he didn’t want Slytherin to win, they wouldn’t let it go, they would boast about it any chance they got. He refused to be a joke for the Slytherin’s.

Everyone took their position on their brooms, you locked eyes with Chungha and she nodded assuring you, you smiled back and waited for Madam Hooch to release the Quaffle. She released the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch first, your eyes followed the Snitch as it flew around you promising to catch it. The Quaffle got realised and Madam Hooch whistled declaring the game started.

Juho caught the Quaffle throwing it to Chungha who caught zooming towards the Slytherin hop, and with all her might she threw it scoring 10 points for Gryffindor.

Chungha managed to score another 10 points, and Sanghyuk scored 10 points making Gryffindor ahead by 30 points. The Slytherin’s were getting nervous about how the match was going, they knew their match with the Hufflepuff’s was a disaster, they assumed they were going to win this match too, but it seemed like Gryffindor finally woke up.

Seokwoo saw a Beater following Sanghyuk, his grip on his bat tightened as he hit the Bludger with all his might towards the Slytherin Beater causing him to fall to the ground. That was a little brutal he had to admit, but if Sanghyuk goes down it was going to be over.

You heard a whizzing sound and you turned your head quickly seeing the Golden Snitch flying in front of you, your eyes widened as you flew towards it but it was fast, your movement causing the Slytherin Seeker to come after you.

“Started without me, Y/L/N?”

You turned your head and saw Lim Sejun, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and the Seeker smirking at you. Ever since fifth year, he has had an obsession with annoying you, thus causing you to dislike him strongly.

You ignored his words zooming towards the Golden Snitch, Sejun flew next to you and kept pushing you with his shoulder almost making you fall down. You hissed flying around the audience trying to catch the Golden Snitch and end the game. You heard a loud thud and turned to see Sejun on the ground groaning, you looked up and saw Chanhee raising his hands up in defence.

“Chungha noona told me to do it!”

You laughed, happy that the Snitch was all yours to catch. A Slytherin Beater saw his Captain falling to the ground and he growled, he saw the Bludger coming towards him, he hit it hard with his bat causing it to fly towards you.

You reached your hand out to catch the Golden Snitch, you were so close but from the corner of your eye, you saw the Bludger heading your way. You gasped but before you could dodge, Seokwoo appeared in front of you, hitting the Bludger with his bat causing it to hit the Slytherin Beaters who threw it at you.

You turned around quickly reaching your hand out flying towards the Golden Snitch, finally managing to catch it. You cheered happily as you flew to the ground holding it up. Madam Hooch whistled declaring loudly.

“Gryffindor wins!”

***

“Good job, Y/N! You were shining!” Nayeon said happily giving you a hug, you laughed hugging her back.

“Thanks, Nayeon, I’m glad we won.” you said taking a big sip from your butterbeer.

Juho thought it was a good idea to celebrate today’s victory, especially that Slytherin walked out with zero points, that was a big win for Gryffindor. Everyone invited their friends from the other houses to come and celebrate the win in the Gryffindor common room.

You sat on the loveseat and watched as Chungha played a Muggle song and danced to it with the other people. You smiled shaking your head and went to refill your cup.

“Good job, Y/L/N.”

A deep voice said from next to you, you turned around and was met by the tall boy that saved you from the Bludger in today’s match, Seokwoo.

“Thanks, you did an amazing job too.” you said and he gave you a small smile shaking his head.

“Not really, you’re the star tonight. You’re the true champion you caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor is now second place in the House Cup Competition.” Seokwoo said and you smiled happy with the news.

“I wouldn’t be the champion today if it weren’t for you, you saved me when the Bludger was heading my way.” you smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you.” he said and took a sip from his cup, he looked at you apologetically. “Listen, I’m sorry, all these years we have been fighting over the smallest things, but it didn’t matter as much back then. Now, the two of us are the Heads of this house and we were bringing our house down, that was very selfish. I’m sorry.” he apologised, you could see he was sincere with his apology, you smiled shaking your head.

“Don’t apologise, I am too was selfish and immature, I’m always the one that starts these stupid fights, I had too much pride to admit that I was wrong and foolish. Gryffindor comes first, I’m so sorry for being a pain in your neck all these years, Seokwoo.” you said looking at him in the eyes to show him that you meant every word you said.

Seokwoo smiled at how much you matured, it took you both a week to realise that you two were always fighting for nothing.

“Now I see why Dumbledore chose you to be the Head Girl of Gryffindor. No offence, but at first I thought he was joking, I hated you back then because I thought you were arrogant and wasn’t fit to be Head Girl.” he admitted and you smiled shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it, because trust me I thought of the same thing when I learnt that he chose you to be a Head Boy.” you said laughing softly.

“Whoa, we hated each other guts so much, didn’t we?” he said and you nodded. “I’m glad Juho knocked some sense into us.” Seokwoo said smiling at you.

“Me too, I still cannot believe I’m talking with you right now without a fight breaking out.” you said and he chuckled nodding his head agreeing with you.

“Let’s not fight again,” Seokwoo said, “We don’t want Gryffindor to be a joke, this is our last year at Hogwarts, let’s spend the rest of it peacefully.” he said holding his hand out for you to shake.

You smiled shaking his hand agreeing to his words, “Absolutely, I like the sound of that a lot.”

And you stuck to your words, a whole month passed peacefully. You didn’t fight anymore, you actually helped each other a lot with the house, you could sit in the same room and have a long discussion about what’s best for Gryffindor without fighting. He was smart and you were impressed by that, you never gave him the chance to see how he thinks, he amazed you in the presentation McGonagall held and every Head Boy and Girl of each house was there, he managed to impress all of you.

Seokwoo also saw a new side of you he has never seen, sure you still weren’t the best of friends, but he could sense that you don’t hate him anymore. You and him studied sometimes in the library and you helped him with the subjects he had difficulties with, he was charmed by your intelligence, you were the brightest witch of their year. You were truly the winning card of the house, you earned Gryffindor points at every chance you got in classes, not only in classes but in Quidditch too.

Not only this, but Seokwoo saw a gentle side of you whenever you went to Hagrid’s hut to help him with the animals there. You were kind to everyone, every time someone picked on the first-year students, you would stand up for them against the bullies. Seokwoo didn’t understand how could his hatred blind him this much, you were an amazing person, and beautiful both inside and out.

“Hey, Seokwoo,” he turned around and saw you looking at him with a small smile, “Don’t forget today, you and I are handing in the ideas of the students to Professor McGonagall.” you said and he nodded smiling, a signal that he still remembers.

You left with Chungha to the dorms while Seokwoo kept watching you as you disappeared from his sight with a fond smile of his face he wasn’t aware of, but it didn’t go unnoticed by his mischievous friend, Sanghyuk.

“You have a crush on Y/L/N?”

Seokwoo turned around almost giving his head a whiplash from how fast he looked at his friend. He shook his head furiously to prove his point, but his blushed cheeks betrayed him.

“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t like Y/N!” Seokwoo said looking everywhere but Sanghyuk.

Sanghyuk smirked and said, “That’s a shame, I heard from Chungha that Y/N got drunk one day and admitted that she has feelings for you.”

Seokwoo smiled widely happy with the news he just heard, proving his friend’s theory blindly. “Really?! Did she tell you this? Y/N has feelings for me?”

“So you do have feelings for her.” Sanghyuk smirked causing the taller boy to lose his smile realising he fell into his friend’s trap.

Seokwoo kept opening and closing his mouth trying to say anything but he couldn’t, he just sighed defeated with an annoyed look taking over his handsome features and said.

“No I don’t, now leave it.”

You sat in the DADA class with professor Rakepick, it was a class you shared with the Slytherin’s. You were annoyed to say the least, especially when Lim Sejun was sitting behind you. He kept on whispering rubbish next to your ear to distract you, and you fought the argue to turn around and smack him.

Seokwoo watched how Sejun kept annoying you, noting how hard you were gripping your desk to restrain yourself from turning around and hexing him. He hated Sejun, he hated how he gets on his nerves with the smallest action.

Finally class was over and you left quickly before Sejun could open his mouth and earn you detention. But that couldn’t possibly happen because being the annoying person he is, he grabbed your arm yanking you back towards him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you screeched yanking your arm back glaring at him, but he just smirked.

“Calm down Y/L/N, I just wanted to ask you something,” he chuckled enjoying your suffering, “I want to take you out on a date, how does that sound?”

You chuckled humourlessly not surprised with his offer at all, “No.”

You were about to walk away again but he stopped in front of you, determined on his offer, you huffed feeling irritated and you could sense were losing patience.

Seokwoo watched from behind how insistent Sejun were to take you out on a date, although you said no, he still couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy he felt just because Sejun asked you out. So, he marched up to him.

“Run off, Lim, Y/N already said no, stop being an annoying git.” Seokwoo said as he stood next to you.

Sejun turned his head towards the taller boy, he was surprised to say the least, seeing the two of you together was a rare sight to him, he heard of how your rivalry had died down, he didn’t believe it at first, but now seeing him standing up for you, he knew it was true.

“So the rumours are true, you two have finally made up, ugh, I’m so happy for you!” Sejun said sarcasm dripping from his tone causing you to roll your eyes, but Seokwoo didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Thank you, no please if you excuse us, we already have plans. Let’s go, Y/N.” Seokwoo said taking your hand in his.

You felt your heart race at the sensation you felt for the very first time, you felt something like a spark run through your body from the feeling of Seokwoo’s hand on yours, you could tell he felt it too because he gripped your hand tighter as if to test the feeling. You were about to walk but Sejun said something that made you stop.

“Are you dating now? So it was a sexual tension all along?”

Seokwoo tensed when he heard these words visibly reacting to Sejun who smirked knowing he managed to get under his skin. You could feel something bad about to happen, you know how Seokwoo doesn’t usually give a reaction to anyone who bothers him but looks like Sejun succeeded in doing so. He turned around to look at Sejun glaring at him.

“Woo, he isn’t worth it, let’s just go, please.” you begged trying to stop him from walking to Sejun who was still holding a smirk on his lips.

Your pleadings fell deaf on Seokwoo’s ears as he walked up to him, he stood glaring at him and Sejun didn’t move, Seokwoo gave him a cold smile before throwing a punch at Sejun’s jaw.

You gasped as a fight between the two broke out, you didn’t know what to do, you were afraid that a teacher might come and give Seokwoo detention, maybe taking away the points you scored for Gryffindor. Thankfully, Juho who stayed behind to speak with Professor Rakepick came running when he saw his friend on the ground beating the living hell out of Sejun.

Seokwoo was seeing red, Sejun managed to land a few punches on his nose and his cheekbones. Seokwoo was gripped from behind by Juho, he watched Sejun’s friends pull from under him and scurried away before they get detention.

“What in Merlin’s beard were you thinking?! Did you want to be given detention this bad?!” Juho exclaimed looking at his best friend in disbelief.

“I couldn’t help it, he just angered me greatly.” Seokwoo muttered his nostrils flaring in anger.

“You know how he is, you shouldn’t have let him get under your skin.” you said softly and he looked at you his anger slowly dying down. “You know how he is, you gave him the reaction he desperately wanted.” you explained and he took a deep breath trying to compose his posture.

He knew you were right, he shouldn’t have let him get into his head, but he couldn’t help it, he shook his head trying to distract himself and said.

“Come on, let’s go before any teacher sees us and get ourselves in detention.”

***

You sat in your dorm narrating what happened between Seokwoo and Sejun to Chungha who listened closely to you, you kept on talking until she cut you off loudly saying.

“He has a crush on you!”

You looked at her weirdly laughing nervously, “What are you talking about? That’s not true!” you said feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Chungha smirked crawling to your bed putting her hands over both of your shoulders, “Y/N, sweetheart,” she started and you groaned, “Seokwoo likes you, aside from the fact that you’re blind and can’t see this, see what he did to Sejun because he disrespected you! He defended you.” she exclaimed and you rolled your eyes.

“Uhm, just because he defended me doesn’t mean he likes me, that’s nonsense!” you said opening your book to read causing Chungha to scoff.

“You’re blind.”

The door knocked and Chungha opened it to see who was it, you heard her talking to someone before the door closes again and she returned with a box of chocolate in her hands and she had a smug smile on her face.

“An anonymous sent this to you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as she placed the chocolate in front of you, you saw a card attached to it and read it aloud.

“I hope you like the chocolates.”

“You can’t tell me this isn’t Seokwoo. That’s totally him, he is so cliché and it sounds like him.” Chungha said causing you to give her a pointed look that shut her up immediately.

You opened the box taking one of the chocolates in your mouth, it tasted heavenly, Chungha was about to take one but you slapped her hand and she winced.

“Those are mine.” you said taking the box hugging it close to you and she looked at you shocked.

“I’m your friend!” she exclaimed and you smirked taking another chocolate throwing it in your mouth.

“Still not gonna share with you.”

***

The next day, Seokwoo walked into the Great Hall with a smile, he has finally gathered the courage and was going to ask you on a date, Christmas Break was almost coming and he wanted you to be his girlfriend by that time. Juho and Sanghyuk encouraged him into taking that step, they knew he would never do it by himself and needed a little push.

He caught the sight of you, you had your back facing him, you were talking to someone but he couldn’t see their face clearly. He picked up his pace walking over to you, that’s when he saw the person you were talking to was none other than Lim Sejun. His blood was boiling, he was about to tell him off but you turned around with a love-struck smile on your face.

“Seokwoo! Nice for you to finally join us!” you said enthusiastically your smile was wide that it creeped him out.

Seokwoo turned around and saw Chungha looking at you with a look of disbelief on her face. He locked eyes with Sejun who was smiling calmly at him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seokwoo smiled despite everything, “You want to go to the library with me?” he asked.

“Sure! But only if Sejun comes too,” you said hugging Sejun’s arm who laughed.

Seokwoo blinked not believing what you were doing, what the hell was wrong with you? Yesterday you hated him and now suddenly you were friends?

“What the hell Y/N?” he said through gritted teeth and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is it? Can he not come too?” you asked pouting which made Seokwoo’s blood boil even more.

“Y/N, yesterday he was disrespecting you! For god’s sake I fought him because of this!” Seokwoo exclaimed and you stood up coming to Sejun’s defence.

“He apologised and I forgave him! He said he was doing this because he liked me and didn’t know how to express his feelings, we are together now!” you exclaimed and Seokwoo stared at you in disbelief.

His heart broke when he heard those words leaving your mouth, he couldn’t believe his eyes and ears, you were with Sejun? When you were supposed to be with him? Sejun bullied you throughout the years and you forgave him easily? You hated Sejun, how is this even possible?

He looked at Sejun glaring who stood up next to you, “What games are you playing, Lim? What did you do?” Seokwoo demanded and Sejun just sighed.

“I’m not playing any games, I love her,” Sejun said and Seokwoo shook his head refusing to fall for his lies he was about to say something but you cut him off by saying.

“I love you too, Sejun.”

Seokwoo turned to look at you heartbroken, no, he couldn’t let you see him weak, he regained his composure and glared at you his face hard like how it used to be when the two of you hated each other and mumbled before walking away.

“I trusted you.”

The rest of the week was hectic, you were stuck like glue to Sejun, refusing to leave his side, you didn’t talk to anyone at all, you even stopped talking to Chungha and Nayeon, your eyes were set only on Sejun, your mind only consisted of him, he consumed you. You couldn’t believe he was all yours and had the same feelings towards you.

As for Seokwoo, he stopped talking to you, Juho and Sanghyuk didn’t know what happened and why you were with Sejun, but he couldn’t answer, because he didn’t know what happened to you. His broken heart was trying to mend itself but it was hard, every time he saw you with Sejun it broke him even more. He was miserable and drowned himself in the Quidditch Practice, Studying, and his Head Boy duties.

Chungha sat by the Black Lake doing her homework for Potions, she heard your giggle and she looked up seeing you and Sejun joking around. She made a disgusted face turning to look at the book in front of her.

“Why do you look like a wounded puppy?”

She heard a voice, she looked up and saw her Slytherin friend, Jennie, looking at her concerned and sat down on the grass next to her.

“That dumbass.” Chungha muttered glaring at you, Jennie turned to her side and saw you with Sejun.

“The potion hadn’t worn off?” Jennie asked and Chungha turned around looking at her friend puzzled.

“What potion?” Chungha asked, Jennie looked at Chungha with a judging look, not believing how stupid she were for not seeing this.

“Are you seriously this stupid? This is the effect of Amortentia! Sejun was talking about giving Y/N this since last week but I didn’t think he was serious, well until I saw her today.” Jennie explained and Chungha looked at her wide-eyed.

It was true, this was all the effects of Amortentia, how could she not see this? How could she not think of it? Ever since you at the chocolates ـــ the chocolates.

“The chocolates she ate! They had Amortentia!” Chungha said as she stood up running away not caring that she left all her things behind with Jennie.

She ran all the way to the Great Hall, she entered it and her eyes scanned the Gryffindor table where she saw Seokwoo sitting with Juho as they talked about something. She skipped to them almost tripping over her robes.

“Seokwoo!” she yelled and Seokwoo jumped in his seat alarmed by her loud voice. He looked at her startled putting his hand over his heart.

“Oh my God Chungha! What the hell is wrong with you?! You scared me!” he hissed.

“No time for this, you have to come with me now! There’s something you need to know!” she said and he furrowed his eyebrows looking at her puzzled.

“What is this?” Juho asked confused as ever.

“It’s Y/N,” she said and Seokwoo looked at her his eyes wide expecting to hear the worst news of his life. “Last week, she received a box of chocolates from anonymous, I thought it was from you, but turns out it was from Sejun.” she explained and Juho caught onto what was happening.

“The chocolates had Amortentia.” he said and Seokwoo looked at him finally understanding what was wrong with you.

“That explains all of her strange behaviour, that’s why she’s so obsessed with Sejun, I didn’t know he would step that low. I’m going to murder him.” Seokwoo hissed but was stopped by Chungha who shook her head.

“There’s no time for this, we have to tell McGonagall about this, Y/N must take the antidote.” Chungha said and Seokwoo sighed.

“How do we even get her away from Sejun?” he asked and Chungha smirked already having a plan in her head.

“Leave it up to me.”

You followed Chungha blindly whining about how much you missed Sejun, she almost turned around and punched you in the throat for how annoying you were, but she maintained herself remembering that it wasn’t you but it was the love potion. She stopped in front of the door of McGonagall’s office knocking on the door before hearing her professor give her permission to enter.

When McGonagall saw you with Chungha she looked at Seokwoo who was standing next to her anxiously. She emptied the antidote in a goblet and stood up, holding the goblet in her hands, she stopped in front of you.

“Why are we here? Where’s Sejun?” you asked confused and Seokwoo rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his chest his eyes shining with jealousy.

“He’ll be here any moment now, here drink this you must be thirsty.” McGonagall said handing you the goblet.

You looked at it weirdly before taking it from her hand gulping it down your throat. You felt weird, the world was spinning and you felt lightheaded, you almost fell but Chungha caught you in time. She knew the effect of the Amortentia was wearing off.

You gained your composure once again standing up steadily, you looked around in confusion not remembering why you were at McGonagall’s office. You saw Seokwoo standing there looking at you concerned and you felt nervous thinking of the worst scenarios.

“May I ask why am I here? What happened?” you asked and McGonagall gave a small smile.

“You were under a love potion, we gave you the antidote, how do you feel, Y/L/N?” she asked and you looked at her shocked. Did someone give you a love potion?

“I feel alright, but, who gave me the love potion? And how did I take it?” you asked and Chungha wrapped her arms around your shoulder.

“The chocolates you received had Amortentia.” she answered and you whipped your head towards Seokwoo looking at him angrily.

“You gave me those chocolates?!”

“No of course I didn’t! They were from Lim Sejun.” Seokwoo spoke defending himself.

“I’m gonna kill him.” you hissed but McGonagall stopped you looking at you pointedly.

“Now that would be useless, the Headmaster heard of what happened, and he demanded that 100 points taken from Slytherin on the behalf of Sejun, aside from that, he earned himself detention for the rest of the year.” McGonagall explained and you looked at her shocked but happy with the news.

“That means Gryffindor is in 1st place now?” you asked and she smiled nodding.

You let out a joyous laugh hugging Chungha, Seokwoo grinned happily, McGonagall dismissed you and you left with Chungha and Seokwoo to go the Great Hall together. Chungha told you all of the embarrassing things you did and said whilst being under the love potion causing you to almost throw up disgusted by your acts.

“Please stop, this is embarrassing!” you said in agony and Chungha laughed. Seokwoo looked at Chungha who understood his look and excused herself leaving you two alone.

You didn’t know what to do or say to him, he must be annoyed and you feel like you ruined your friendship all of this thanks to Sejun. You looked at Seokwoo who was looking everywhere but you and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he looked at you confused.

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because I have a feeling that I ruined our friendship, and honestly, I don’t want us to be enemies again.” you said and he smiled softly shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry.” he assured and you smiled relieved.

You two stayed quiet for a few moments before Seokwoo looked at you finally letting all his feelings out.

“You know? I was going to ask you on a date that day.” he confessed and you looked at him, not believing your ears. He was blushing slightly but continued. “I wanted to ask you out for so long but I was scared of the rejection, but it’s not my fault that you’re just amazing and it’s hard not to like you. Everything about you is just perfect.” he said looking into your eyes.

You smiled when you heard his words, now you were sure that Chungha wasn’t imagining things when she told you that Seokwoo likes you. You caught feelings for him too, but you were scared because you didn’t want to be the talk of Hogwarts and have people assume that your rivalry was just sexual tension. Maybe it was, but either way, you would never admit it.

“Seokwoo, I don’t know what to say, you’re an amazing person, your love, kindness and selflessness drowned me into you, I tried to push these feelings away because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I like you, Kim Seokwoo.” you confessed looking into his eyes.

He smiled looking breathless, he brought you closer to him leaning down to kiss your lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss, it held all of your emotions, you could feel him smiling against your lips. You didn’t want to pull away, but you also needed to breathe.

“I like you too, Y/N. You don’t understand how delighted I am to hear you say this.” he said smiling pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I will take you to Hogsmeade tomorrow, how does this sound?” he asked and you pecked his lips smiling.

“Perfect.”

[katsukiibby]

Argument after Argument

warnings - angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, breeding, shower sex, established relationship

another stupid argument, over what ? forgetting to pick up grocery. if it weren’t for the highschool reunion the two of you were attending tonight, you’d be at home sleeping at a distance from each other in your shared king sized bed.

at first, tsukishima didn’t even want to be in the same room as you. it took a lot of convincing but he eventually agreed just to shut you up.

he looked nice, really really nice. you couldn’t help but think he did this on purpose. he would usually never dress this nice for a silly gathering. then again, you gave him the same treatment. you dressed your absolute best, not even caring if you where over dressed.

you were expecting more of an reaction. he barley glanced at you and gave you a simple ‘you look nice’. when he saw the way you scoffed and huffed out your nose when you saw him, he was satisfied. all he wanted was an reaction.

“are you ready yet ?” he rushed you. you simply rolled your eyes and walked out the door.

you hated when it got like this. both of you had too much pride to admit that the other is right or to apologize.

you waited for him to open the car door like he always does. he doesn’t seem like the type but after 4 years together, you’ve realized he does small romantic acts instead of verbal romance. the little things he did made you so happy, it put a soft smile on your face thinking about it.

that was all washed away when he walked up to the car and got into the driver’s seat, leaving you standing outside of the car. “are you getting in or what ?” he spat. his tone was so harsh.

the drive was silent. thick tension sat in the air. you were turned towards the window and he was focused on the road. you thanked god when you pulled up to the school. you’re hoping you can loosen up tonight.

you both walked in and were instantly met by old friends. from what you heard, your old bestfriend, shoyo hinata became a volleyball player for a pro team. you were extremely devastated that you didn’t keep in touch but nows the chance to reconnect.

just as you were serving yourself a drink you hear a familiar voice. “hi ______ !”

it’s was tadashi. you never really talked to him at school, in fact you recall properly meeting him a bit after you and tsukishima got together back in college. “hey tadashi, it’s good to see you !” you brought him into a hug. “u-uh you too !” he replied with a small blush on his face. “kei should be around here somewhere.” you told him. he nodded and walked off, telling you to enjoy yourself and blah blah blah.

about 4 cups of rum punch later, you were having the time of your life. shoyo showed up an hour ago so the two of you were catching up. (well it was mostly you rambling about your day to day life while you were pretty drunk.)

you hadn’t seen tsukishima this whole time, and honestly you didn’t mind, you needed a break from him. the gathering was coming to an end and you were far from sober. you knew how to handle yourself, so it wasn’t like you were embarrassing yourself or anything, but you definitely needed help from shoyo with walking.

“let’s go find tsukishima and get you home.” he said as he put your arm around his shoulder to help you balance. “just use my phone and call him.” you slurred out.

he got your phone and attempted to open it with your old password from your first year of high school. a small smile appeared on his face when it worked.

he went to contacts and searched for tsukishima. he called him and handed you the phone.

“______ where are you ? it’s time to go.”

“hey kei, im outside the cafeteria.”

“ok im coming.” he scoffed

“thank yo-” he hung up before you could finish. you started frowning and shoyo noticed.

“everything will be fine ______” he said rubbing your back. you didn’t want to cry. you didn’t want to waste your tears on a petty disagreement. you got up and hugged shoyo, thanking him.

right on cue, tsukishima pulled up just in time to see you hugging hinata. he honked and told you to get in the car. you said your goodbyes to shoyo and got in the car. once again, awkward silence.

“so did you have a good time ?” you tried to break the tension. “it was fine. and you ? seems like you had your fair share of fun” he responded in a judging tone.

“yeah i did. it was nice to reconnect.” you said, trying to not have a snarky response. “seems like you did more than reconnect.” he said lowly. you looked at him confused “what do you mean by that.”

“well you were practically throwing yourself at hinata.” he said with a scoff.

your eyes widened in disbelief. did he just accuse you of ‘throwing yourself’ at your best friend.

“how was i “throwing myself at him” ?! we were literally just talking the whole time !”

“i saw how you were touching him, hugging him, laughing at everything he said. surely he wasn’t that funny.” he chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road.

“are you that fucking insecure ? god, i wasn’t touching him in any way and i was hugging him because he felt bad for me. the way you were talking to me was so fucking harsh.” your voice began to shake, not from sadness but anger.

“all i said was that i was coming to pick you up. how’s that harsh ?” he raised his voice.

“you hung up before i could even get two fucking words out.” you yelled.

“it’s not that big of a deal.” he rolled his eyes

“yeah but this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.”

“you’re always so mad for no reason.” he responded

you didn’t say anything after that. you both just sat in silence until you arrived home.

after arriving home, you both went up to your room. it was completely silent and the air was full of anger and tension.

you got in the shower, you had to cool off. argument after argument. you were afraid for what was next. tears started to well up in your eyes and next thing you knew they were falling.

he could here your soft sobs over the shower water falling. he didn’t mean to react that way. he was just so angry. he was angry at himself for letting this get so big. he was angry because you could leave him at any moment.

it startled you when he walked into the bathroom. “are you ok ?” he asked softly. it was silent for only a second until you replied with mhm.

“i-i’m sorry.” he said lowly. that was something he very rarely says so you were pretty speechless.

it took a few seconds for you to respond “i’m sorry too.” with a small voice.

“i just don’t want to lose you.” he continued with a shaky voice. “you’re not gonna lose me kei, we just need to.. work things out.” you replied. you heard a soft ok before the door opened.

“wait..” you said loud enough for him to hear. “can you come in here.. with me ?” you asked nervously.

“are you sure ?” he confirmed carefully. an ‘mhm’ can be heard over the noise from the shower.

he slowly undressed, already somewhat turned on from your request. you two haven’t been intimate in weeks due to the arguing. a few kisses here and there but nothing more. just being able to see your body again was making him excited.

he peeled the shower curtains back an stepped in, already admiring your body. you on the other hand took no time to begin to pull him to your height to kiss him. passionate and hungry for more. he tasted so sweet. his lips felt so soft, and his tongue was so warm as he slowly slipped it in your mouth.

he walked forward until your back hit the wall. he was holding your cheek so softly, kissing you so softly, as if. he was afraid he’d break you. he never wants to hurt you the way he did tonight. he wants to be more careful with what he says and does.

he began to trail kisses down your neck. he was teasing you. he knew the exact spot you loved oh-so much, but he’s going anywhere but there.

as soon as he made contact with the skin in between your ear and collarbone, you whimpered. oh god, he missed the way you’d whimper for him. he missed how your body aches for him in the most obvious ways.

you trace your hand down his chest, to his stomach, to his dick and you began to jerk him off. oh how he loved when you’d jerk him off. when you two first got together he refused to jerk himself off because “you do it better”.

he groaned against your neck. you loved that sound. the sound of him struggling to catch his breath, all because of you.

“sh-shit i’m about to cum.” he said slack jawed. “go ahead.” you breathed out.

after a few more pumps, he moaned out loud, releasing his cum for you and only you.

he caught his breath for a second and began to kiss you briefly before turning you around so that the front of your body is pressed against the wall.

he aligned his cock to your pussy, that was already dripping wet. he slowly entered, causing you to let out a dragged moan. he went painfully slow “please kei, f-faster” you whined.

he obeyed as he picked up the pace. his mouth was to your ear, so just hearing his moans were pushing you over.

he slid in and out quickly, causing you to struggle to stand. he took notice and held you up by wrapping his arm around your waist.

a line of swears were heard along with water hitting the two of you and skin slapping.

“i love you, kei. i love you. i love you.” you repeated as you felt yourself reaching your high. that absolutely pushed tsukishima over. he moaned loudly in you ear as his pace slowed down.

he milked his cock in you, and you took all of it happily. “i love you too, _____” he replied out of breath.

“let’s finish the shower.” you said with a weary smile.

[ghostlywritten]

If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Thirteen

James Potter x OC

A/N: This is more of a short interlude to explain James' thought on everything and a quick pre-taste on Cec's state of mind. I hope, you enjoy. Thank you for all your reviews and thoughts on it.

Words: 2k

Prologue  Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

James Potter was restless. He was giddy, he was elated, he was happy. The love of his life had said 'yes' to him! Or would have said 'yes' to him! Same difference. His brown eyes stared wide and awake at burgundy red canopy of his bed. He couldn't find any sleep within him. Not with the amazing revelation that he had discovered no longer than a few hours ago. Or was it only an hour ago?

He had lost any sense of time.

'It did not get me to say yes back then, but...'

'If I had known this side of you before, I might have agreed.'

'To- you know.'

'To going out with me', James thought, smiling as his heart burst in happiness. 'It worked exactly as I had planned. No, as Sirius had planned.' He remembered the party back then, when he tried the new tactic of 'being civil' and Sirius had suggested to take it up a notch. 'He was right all along.' The messy-haired boy turned his head towards the bed, where his best mate's form was sleeping peacefully and jumped up, promptly throwing himself on him.

"What-where-who?!" Sirius spluttered, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. James couldn't even think about how disgusting that was as he took his head and started planting multiple kisses wherever he could reach. "Oi Prongs, what-"

"Pads, you are the bestest mate any mate could ever ask for," James said word for word between every kiss. Sirius laughed, a smile reaching his eyes as he noticed how happy his brother in all but blood was.

"Of course I am," he boasted, "What made you finally realise it though?" James dropped himself down next to him, facing him with a blissful sigh. "Did you dream about me saving your life or something?"

"Yeah, something like that," James grinned, his eyes lit up and Sirius' smile widened, appreciating how infectious his good mood was. "You won't believe what happened today."

"Have you finally realised that I'm the better Quidditch player than you and are here to congratulate me?" Sirius guessed jokingly.

"Wha- no! Be sirius!" Sirius opened his mouth. "No, don't go there!"

"Wow," the grey-eyed boy chuckled, "you won't even let me do my signature joke. This must be big."

"It is," James looked at him with wide excited eyes, "You won't believe what Lily said to me today!"

Sirius blinked at him. "Evans?"

"Yes, Lily Evans," James replied impatiently, wondering if his best mate got hit on the head whilst Sirius wondered when the last time had been that he had mentioned her. "We talked today after studying and she literally told me that she would say 'yes' to me asking her out!"

Sirius' mouth opened but he was speechless. "What?" he cleared his throat, feeling dread creep up on him.

James giggled - actually giggled - in delight. "She said, if she had known this side of me that I've been showing her lately she would have said 'yes', Sirius! How bloody amazing is that!"

"Yeah, really amazing," Sirius said half-heartedly before looking at his mate grinning to himself in bliss, "But I mean, it doesn't matter anymore anyways, right?"

"Why? What do you mean?" James asked him confused and Sirius stared at him as if he were crazy. "Because you are with Cec now? You know, your girlfriend?!"

James' smile faded as he thought of his current girlfriend. "Yeah, Cec is the only hindrance right now. Lily will surely say yes when I'm not taken anymore."

Sirius stared at him in disbelief. "So, you're just gonna disregard her like that? Throw her away now that the red-head has finally decided to pay attention to you?"

James furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand why you are so surprised. This was the plan all along. Your plan, Pads." Sirius' heart dropped as he realised what his mate meant. 'I'm just saying that if you want this new tactic to work and make it actually believable you will have to go out with someone else. You know, make her see what she is missing and what she could have had…make her come to you.' "I thought you would be happy about this," James continued to ramble, feeling his elation deflate the more he thought about Cec himself. 'She will understand.'

"That- bloody hell, James," Sirius said, frustration clear in his voice, "I only said that so you would finally get your head out of Evan's ass and move on."

James frowned. "How would that have happened with that plan in mind?"

"I don't know, I thought you would bloody forget about the plan," Sirius sat, sitting up as he got more agitated, "Hell, I forgot about it long ago." James raised himself up as well, opening his mouth but his best mate cut him off, "I didn't think you would go along with the relationship for so long just for the slightest possibility that Evans would say yes to you. You were freaking together for almost a year."

"Eight months," James corrected, causing him to roll his eyes, "And of course, I didn't forget about the plan. It was the reason why I got together with Cec in the first place."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were faking it this whole time."

"I wasn't faking it!" Sirius raised an eyebrow and James shook his head, confused why that had been his immediate reaction to the accusation, "I mean, I wasn't really faking it. I like Cec, but as a friend."

Sirius snorted, "Sure, your snogging sessions in every corner in this school was just friendly."

"That was just...practice-"

"Sure, it was."

"-for when I'm finally with Lily."

"James, you sound like a real dick right now," Sirius said deadpanned. James sighed frustrated, all the happiness gone. "I don't get it. You were all for it at first. Even came up with the bloody plan." He stilled as he watched his grey eyes flash with guilt and calmed down. "What changed your mind now?"

"Just...Cec is a great girl. And she made you great, too," Sirius said simply and he shot him a surprised look, "She made you reflect on everything more, think more about your future and what you're gonna do. We all started talking more about serious stuff and not just about who we are going to prank next."

"We didn't only do that!" James protested and Sirius sighed tiredly, "No, of course not. But most of the time."

James stayed quiet for a thoughtful second before remarked, "She is a good listener."

"And good with advices," Sirius added.

"And good in comforting."

"Definitely."

"And good in lightening up the mood...conversations are always easy with her," James continued and Sirius watched him silently as he noted his chocolate brown eyes glaze over as he remembered all the times with her, "Even silences are comfortable with her. And she is a bloody good Quidditch player. I bet you my life that the Montrose Magpies will recruit her some day...," James trailed off, her smiling face clear in his mind, "...yeah, she is great friend." Sirius groaned, hitting his face with his palm.

"What?" James asked, blinking.

"How can you still consider her with all the things you've just listed?" Sirius said exasperated.

"Sirius, I would bloody say all that about you as well," James countered back, causing his grey eyes to soften, "Except for the thing with the Montrose Magpies. You are not that good of a Quidditch player." Sirius scoffed, punching his arm lightly and they chuckled quietly together. "But you see what I mean. I consider Cec as a friend, a very good friend."

Sirius sighed in defeat. "And Lily," James continued, a besotted smile gracing his features, "She's just the light of my life. She is so beautiful and smart and always knows what to say. And she is funny-"

"Alright, alright. I get it," Sirius cut him off, dreading his long-ass speeches about Evans that he had not missed at all in the past months. "So, what are you gonna do now?"

"Well, explain everything to Cec, break up and then ask Lily out. Duh."

"She's so going to hate you for this," Sirius remarked. 'And me, too,' he thought, feeling his heart clench at the thought.

"Who? Lily?"

"No, Cec."

"No," James declined easily, settling back on the mattress with his arms behind his head, "She might get angry, but she will understand." 'She will.' "She always understands me."

"If you say so," Sirius said doubtfully, lying down next to him.

James listened to the breaths of his friends in the silent night, thoughts racing through his mind. Of all the times they had sat together in front of the fireplace in the common room, talking for hours on end. Of the dates they had in Hogsmeade, in the kitchens, anywhere on the Hogwarts grounds. Of her warm and loving gaze only directed at him, making him feel at peace and appreciated. Yeah...she will understand.

...

I sat, staring blankly into the darkness. It was probably way past midnight, maybe even the early morning. Or maybe just an hour had passed since I was hit with the crushing revelation.

I had lost any sense of time.

'It was just an act.'

'We look like we are besotted with each other.'

'James, you dumb asshole,' I thought numbly, only just realising the tears that had welled up and spilled over my cheeks, now that I was engulfed in darkness. I sniffed. 'You stupid, bloody asshole.'

Taking a shuddering breath I thought back on every single moment, wondering if there had been any sign - just a little one - that could have warned me. The sudden interest in me perhaps? I mean, I had been suspicious in his sudden disregard in Lily, but somewhere along the line I had let myself fall into the trap and started dating him. 'I should have persisted more. Maybe he would have told me of this blasted plan and spared me of what I'm feeling right now.' I closed my eyes, pressing a hand against my chest in hopes that it would somehow shield the hurting, beating organ from feeling any pain. An overwhelming pain that was starting to constrict my throat.

Opening my eyes, I desperately looked for any kind of distraction, seeing only a bed, dark tall walls and a few windows in the wish room Sirius had shown me not long ago.

'Sirius!' I bit the inside of my cheek as another painful wave hit me. Had he known about James' plan to use my oblivious self for his own selfish reasons, regardless of what would happen to me?

They were best friends, I would be surprised if he hadn't known.

A whimper escaped me as I staggered up and trudged towards the bed, dropping myself on it and curling up into the ball as tight as I could.

How life-changing a few seconds could be..

[mydogisveryadorbs]

crush | jj maybank

summary: jj has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember

warnings: cursing, mentions of smut (if you squint), tiny bit of angst, SOFT JJ, fluff, fluff, fluff

masterlist :)

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JJ Maybank is was a player.

This is a well-known fact on both sides of the island.

You knew of way too many girls, pogues, kooks, and tourons alike, that had tried their shot at him. All hoping that they could magically change his bad-boy exterior and that he would suddenly transform into the dating type.

It wasn't uncommon that you had girls come into the shop, crying to you about how JJ Maybank didn't text them back and proceeding to buy a bunch of sweets to comfort themselves. 

Your family-owned Kildare Bakery, home of the best cupcakes the Outer Banks had to offer. You had grown up helping your parents out in the bakery and once you turned 16 they finally made you an official paid employee.

You worked behind the register and for the most part, you loved it. It was really interesting to meet new people, especially tourons visiting from out of state. 

However, there were moments where you didn't enjoy your job and this was definitely one of them.

A girl who looked to be about your age had walked into the store a few minutes ago, looking sad, but you didn't say anything. You simply asked if she needed any help and all of a sudden she was breaking out into a fit of sobs, reaching across the counter to pull you into a hug. You awkwardly patted her back, “Umm, you okay?”

“T-there was this boy,” she hiccuped and you immediately knew exactly where this was going. “I met him at a party last night and we h-hooked up and it was like really good, but when I asked him for his number he wouldn't even give it to me.”

You tried to hold back your eye roll but you couldn't help it. “Let me guess, his name was JJ,” you say, his name sounding slightly bitter on your tongue.

The girl finally pulled away from you, wiping her puffy eyes. “You know him,” she asked in confusion.

You nod. “Yes. Don't worry though, you'll find a much better guy and you will forget about JJ in no time,” you say in an attempt to comfort her.

She narrows her eyes. “Wait, you've hooked up with him too,” the girl asks.

You can't help but laugh. “Absolutely not, I just get a lot of his previous hookups in here,” you explain, gesturing to the display case. “I typically recommend the double chocolate cupcake to girls who've had their heart broken by JJ Maybank.”

The girl continues to look at you in confusion, but nods at your suggestion. You grab a chocolate cupcake and quickly box it up wanting to get her and all of her emotions out of here as quickly as you could. 

“That'll be $2.34,” you say, and the girl quickly pulls out a ten. You hand her her change and her cupcake. “Have a nice day.”

Unbeknownst to you, JJ Maybank himself watches the interaction from outside of the bakery.

He can't help the way his heart feels when he sees you comfort the crying girl who he vaguely remembers from the boneyard last night. 

Pope nudges his rib cage with his elbow. “Seriously, JJ,” Pope says, clearly annoyed by the blonde boy. “You brought me all the way down here just so you could stare at the girl you've had a crush on for years.”

JJ rolls his eyes, trying to cover up the blush forming on his cheeks. “I don't have a crush on her,” he says in an attempt to convince his friend. “I just think she's nice to look at.”

This was a complete and utter lie. Despite growing up in Kildare, you weren't very well known on the island, most people didn't pay you a second glance. You didn't really partake in the typical shenanigans of the teens on this island, and you always felt invisible to your peers. 

But JJ saw you.

He had seen you every day in gym class Freshman year, every day in biology sophomore year, and every day he didn't skip in English junior year. And now that summer had rolled around, he couldn't help but come to the bakery just so he could see you more. JJ not only thought you were a living, breathing angel, but he also adored the way you were always so sweet and kind to everyone you met. How could he not have a crush on a girl like you? You were like a cold that he couldn't shake, not that he ever wanted to. But in his mind, a girl like you would never go for a guy like him.

Watching you talk to one of his hookups made him oddly guilty. He knew he shouldn't, but hooking up with random girls was the only way he could think to take his mind off you. Clearly, that didn't work, because here he was, yet again, staring at you through a window.

“Dude, you're so whipped,” Pope said with an eye roll. “Just go talk to her.”

JJ’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Pope scoffed. “You're telling me you've never even talked to the girl?” he asks incredulously. “JJ, bro, you're a goner.”

“You say that like it's easy,” the blonde says, dramatically gesturing his arms.

With another eye roll, Pope puts both hands on the other boy's shoulders. “Okay here's what you do,” he says and JJ listens intently. “Walk inside the store, go up to the counter, and you fucking talk to her.”

JJ pulls away. “Dude no way,” he exclaims.

“Okay fine,” Pope says. “If you go in there and talk to her, I'll give you all my delivery tips for a whole week.”

JJ looks at him. “A week,” he asks unconvinced.

“Fine. Two weeks.” They shake on it and JJ prepares himself to go inside.

The idea of even talking to you makes his stomach queasy. God, Pope is right, he is whipped.

After a few minutes, JJ tells his friend that he is ready and Pope pats him on the back before pushing him towards the entrance encouragingly.

You looked up to the door when you heard the bell ring, signaling someone entering. You were shocked to see the same boy you had been talking about moments ago. You make eye contact with his big blue eyes, getting entranced for a second. Pushing away your negative impression of the boy, you offer him a sweet smile.

JJ looks down at your lips, then back up to your eyes and without a word. You wonder why he isn't moving further into the shop, but before you can ask what is wrong, he turns around and walks right out the door.

Once outside, Pope comforts the boy with a laugh, telling him “next time” and they walk away from the shop leaving you utterly confused.

The next day, JJ drags John B, Pope, and Kiara along with him to the bakery, telling them that he needs “extra support”. 

“C’mon man,” John B says with a shrug. “(Y/N) is way too nice to shoot you down,” he adds jokingly.

Kiara elbows him in the stomach. “Don't listen to him, JJ,” she says, shooting John B a glare. “Just be yourself.”

JJ nods, feeling confident as he walks through the bakery doors, but the second he sees your radiant smile all his courage flies out the window and he quickly walks back out the door.

This cycle goes on for three more days. JJ walks in, sees you, and leaves. You are becoming annoyed with the boy's actions, wondering if he is playing some sort of stupid prank on you.

It is Friday night, a few minutes before the bakery closes, and JJ decides that enough is enough. He needs to talk to you and he needs to do it now.

You are wiping down the display cases when you hear the bell ring.

When you turn around, you see JJ. Before he can say anything you glare at him. “Are you kidding me,” you say, sassily. JJ didn't even know you had a sassy bone in your body. “You've come in here every day this week and you look at me and then walk out,” you lecture him, “Seriously, just order something.”

“I-I,” JJ stutters but he can't get a word out in his shocked state.

Closing your eyes you try to regain your composure. “I'm sorry,” you say, your voice softening already feeling guilty about raising your voice at him. “I didn't mean to lash out on you.”

JJ shakes his head, softly smiling at your kindness. “No it's me who should be sorry,” he says remorsefully. “I probably confused you so much. I just- I think you're really beautiful.”

His words shock you. JJ Maybank thinks you are beautiful? You didn't even know he knew you existed before today. This had to be a prank.

You softly pout at him. “That's not very funny, JJ,” you say, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“It's not funny to play me like that.”

JJ frowns at your accusation, heartbreaking slightly. “I'm being honest, (Y/N). You are really pretty.”

You narrow your eyes. “I'm not sleeping with you just because you called me beautiful,” you say.

The blonde boy blushes hard. Clearly, you knew of his reputation, and he hated himself for it. “I don't want to sleep with you. Well I mean, I do, but- shit,” JJ cuts his rambling short, noticing the scowl on your face. “What I meant to say is that I want to take you on a real date, and hold your hand, and kiss you goodnight n’shit.”

To say you're shocked is an understatement. “How do I know this isn't some elaborate joke,” you ask him warily.

“It isn't, I promise,” JJ says honestly, but the look on your face doesn't change. “Last year in English you sat in the second row, three seats from the left and you got A’s on all your papers because you are a good writer. In Mr. Hills biology class you fell asleep almost every day and you would always drool a little bit on your notes. In gym class Freshman year you hit my friend John B in the face with a basketball and you didn't stop apologizing for like three weeks. Trust me (Y/N), I've had a crush on you for a long time.”

By the time JJ finishes his speech, your jaw has dropped. You didn't think anyone at that school even knew your name, let alone JJ Maybank. 

“I-I honestly don't know what to say,” you tell him. “You have a crush on me? You, JJ Maybank, the one guy I told myself I would never fall for?”

You didn't know it, but every word that falls from your mouth is like a knife to JJ’s heart. 

“But I couldn't help myself,” you add, causing JJ to perk up a little bit. “I get girls in here all the time whose hearts you broke, but still, I see you living your best life with your friends and I can't help but want that with you.”

“Go out with me,” JJ says with a mouth splitting grin on his face, “Please. You can wear something nice and I'll bring you flowers pick you up and take you out to a fancy restaurant.”

You can't help but laugh at his outburst. JJ is pretty sure that his heart stops at the sound and he wants nothing more than to make you laugh every day for the rest of his life.

“I'm a simple girl, JJ,” you say sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “You don't have to spend a bunch of money on me.”

“You're worth every pen-” you cut the boy off by holding your hand up.

“How about you grab some pizza and I'll grab some dessert and you can pick me up and take me to a picnic on the beach,” you suggest.

JJ looks at you and nods his head like an obedient puppy. 

“Okay, it's settled. Now get out of the bakery so I can close up,” you say with a giggle, playfully shooing him away.

The blonde quickly moves to leave. “I'll pick you up at 6?” he asks sweetly from the doorway.

You nod. “I like pepperoni,” you call out with a chuckle as he backs out of the door, a big smile on his face.

JJ Maybank has a crush on you.

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