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happy together (five x reader)

requested by : @asphodelshare​  -   omg would u be willing to do a five x reader harry potter au 🥺 like a collection of slytherin!five and ravenclaw!reader cute moments/little scenarios and everyone even the professors can’t deny their chemistry (dumbledore would be a shipper for sure) and just them being known as the badass, real smart, match made in wizard heaven couple 😫❤️

a/n : thank you so much this was so fun to do!! little bit of ooc five but obviously hes gonna be different in a different universe i think anyway. i loved this idea so much cus personally im a ravenclaw so it felt PERFECT but anyway thank u sm for this i hope u enjoy <33333

Everything started on the train. The train to Hogwarts, that is. You said a tender goodbye to your parents before stepping on to the train. You were so focused on waving goodbye to them that you had forgotten all about actually getting a seat, and they were filling up fast. Eventually, you got to this carriage that had only two other people in it, a boy and a girl. and you hesitantly slid the door open.

You cleared your throat. “Do you guys mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

“Of course not.” The girl flashed you a friendly smile and you hummed happily in response, taking your seat beside the window, sat next to the girl. Considering she had actually answered you; you felt a lot more comfortable sitting beside her than the boy, who merely shrugged one of his shoulders when you had asked.

His hair was carefully swiped over and looked as though it was made of silk. When she caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were a piercing blue, the kind that made you squirm under the stare of them. His face was chiseled kindly and he radiated with confidence. It seemed like he put no effort at all into his appearance, but at the same time, it seemed that he put every single effort he had into it. His demeanor seemed rather uppity, like he was too good to even respond to someone who had asked a simple question.

As you studied him, you watched his brows furrow in confusion and you lightly leaned over to read what he was writing down on the piece of paper in front of him.

“Three hundred and sixty-nine, point eight. (369.8)” You answered to the question he didn’t ask. He quickly snapped his head up to look at you and you sat back in your seat, offering him a small smile.

“What?” He spat, his eyes narrowing as he looked over you. You swallowed, moving uncomfortably in your space.

“I—I said, three hundred and sixty-nine point eight. (369.8). That’s the answer, isn’t it?” To your equation.”

His eyes widened in shock as they scanned back over the page he had scribbled over, biting the inside of his lip as you pulled out a book, reading it though you could feel his curious gaze on you.

 Then, there was the sorting ceremony. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which you knew you was your house anyway. The boy, whose name seemed to be Five, was sorted into Slytherin, and his eyes couldn’t seem to leave you as you tucked into your food.

The start of the year seemed to go on pretty similarly, Five continued to stare at you from afar or even from beside you in some lessons.

 One day, you were feeling particularly rubbish. Your head resonated with pain and the bags under your eyes could not be mistaken for anything other than complete exhaustion. When you sat beside Five for your transfiguration lesson, you had entirely expected him to make some snarky comment, or snicker at the rough sight of you, but instead he simply looked at you, offering a small smile, much like the one you had given him on the train on the first day.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

You smiled at that, nodding slightly, applying pressure to the centre of your forehead. “Yep. I’m okay.”

“You sure? I could try a spell to fix your headache if you want.” A cheeky smirk spread across his face and you giggled quietly.

“Hm, perhaps it would feel more pleasant than—”

“Mr Hargreeves, Miss L/N. Stop talking.” The teacher glared at the two of you from the front, and the entire class turned to stare at the two of you. A pink blush dusted over your cheeks and you swallowed.

“Sorry, Professor.” The two of you said in sync, keeping your heads down to get on with your work.

Just from that tiny interaction, you were pretty much inseparable from that moment on. The two of you had made a plan of the school, so that whenever you had lessons apart, you would pass each other in the corridors. You would make sure that you sat back to back in the Great Hall, so you could chat at every available opportunity. He would walk past you in potions and steal your ingredients. You would stay late in the library with each other, doing your homework and just talking. Quite quickly, the two of you were the top of every class you had, constantly battling for the very top spot.

 Then there was Christmas. You had planned to go home, but something came up and you simply just couldn’t get home. Your parents were devastated, as were you. But at least you got to spend it with your best friend. Five hadn’t gone home. He hadn’t said much about why and you were hesitant to ask, but you were still glad that you weren’t alone for Christmas.

You skipped into the Great Hall, where he was sat reading a book. When he heard footsteps he looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Y/N! I thought you were going home, what happened?”

“Something came up, and I couldn’t get home.” You shrugged and he frowned, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m sorry. I know how excited you were.”

“It’s alright. At least I’m not alone.” You flashed him a grin and he chuckled, returning your smile and you took a seat opposite him. “Why aren’t you going home, anyway?”

“Oh, I, uh… I don’t exactly have the best relationship with my family.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Y/N. It’s okay.” He laughed and you smiled. Your gaze turned downwards onto the table, where your fingers were picking regrettably at the skin around your nails. Five’s brows furrowed together, watching you curiously. “Are you alright?”

“I, uh… I got you something. For Christmas.” His widened slightly, as if he had never received a gift before. You could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of a tear in his eye, but he quickly blinked it away, a confused look on his face.

“Why?” His brows knit together in genuine confusion and you didn’t quite know how to respond.

“B—Because I wanted to.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” He scoffed at your words and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, why would—”

“Five.” Your stern face made his collapse and he sighed, his eyes turning soft.

“I’ve never been given a gift before. And I didn’t get you anything, I didn’t even think about it.” He admitted and your heart simply shattered for him.

“Five, I got you a gift because I wanted to give you one. You’re my best friend. I didn’t get you a gift because I wanted one in return.” You smiled and the edge of his lip turned up slightly. He faked a yawn, grabbing his books and standing.

“I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna get to bed. Goodnight.”

 Christmas morning, you made your way to the Slytherin common room, waiting outside like you said you would for Five. After a while of waiting, you sighed. You knew he wasn’t coming. Luckily, you had made chums with a fair few people in Slytherin house, and they gladly let you inside. A frown fell over your face when you saw Five sat by himself, staring into the roaring fire in the center of the common room.

“Five?” You said softly, and his head turned to you. You made your way over to him, sitting beside him. “If you don’t want it, I won’t give it to you. If it’s too weird.”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He sighed. “I don’t know what to do, what I’m supposed to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” You smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll give it to you, you can put it n your bed now, until later. You don’t have to open it in front of anyone else. Okay?” He nodded and you smiled. Handing him the parcel that you had neatly wrapped.

That night, Five stared at the present lingering on the edge of his bed with hesitance. His arm kept stretching out to then and then pulling itself back in again, but eventually he ripped off the paper, feeling awful that you had probably spent so long making it look nice, but he wasn’t too bothered. What lay inside the paper, however, had Five bubbling with excitement. There was a notebook, a book and a small envelope. The book was all about time travel, something Five had shown a frequent interest in. The notebook was completely blank, save from a little doodle that you had drawn in on the back of the cover. It was a doodle of the two of you, of him not being able to stop reading the book you bought him and you getting angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. He opened the envelope. Its contents contained a little letter you had wrote, explaining how grateful and happy you were being his best friend and taped to the back of the letter was a small polaroid photograph of both of you, that took not too long ago at all.

Five had not noticed the stray tears of appreciation falling down his face until one landed on the note he was holding, and he gasped, swiping his tears and blowing on the paper to dry it out. He didn’t know why, but he felt comfortable being vulnerable around you. He felt comfortable showing his emotions, he had felt it from the very first time you had met. Something in his heart told him you were a good person and you wouldn’t leave him.

 The next three years carried on the very same but what was different in your fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament. You planned on asking Five to the Yule Ball, or rather you hoped he would ask you, but when he did nothing of the sort, you decided to start dropping hints yourself.

“I got my dress for the Ball. Have you got your dress robes yet?”

“Y/N, I’m not going to the stupid ball!” He snapped, completely unnecessarily rudely. You sighed, clearing your books off of the desk before clutching them to your chest, walking back to your common room without a word. It was at that moment when a boy from your own house decided to ask you to the ball, and you gladly agreed, your heart burning with excitement that you would actually get to go. You would much rather go with Five though. Your heart fluttered when you imagined the two of you dressed up, holding hands while you danced together. Years of close friendship had led to you developing deep feelings for him. But regardless of how you felt about him, you were going to the ball, whether he was going to take you or not.

The night finally arrived, and you stood at the top of the stairs before the entrance to the Great Hall. You looked incredible. Five’s eyes landed on you in no time at all, an incredulous look slapped across his face. His jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes scanning every inch of you, his heart thumping vigorously. His face fell when he watched you call out to your date.

“Sorry, Y/N. I said I’d actually go with Allison.” Your date wandered off, hand in hand with another girl and you frowned, tears welling your eyes. Storming away, you swiped angrily at the tears falling from your eyes. All you wanted was a simple dance and a nice evening. Your head fell into your hands as you sat on the steps, hot tears steaming from your eyes. A soft voice called out from behind you and you quickly wiped away the tears on your face, plastering a smile in your face as you turned around.

“Five! I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, blinking away the new tears that formed in your eyes, glancing over his frame covered in his dress robes. “You look nice.”

“Y/N, I saw. Are you okay?” A deep sigh left your lips at Five’s words, and he came to sit beside you.

“Yep. I’m perfectly fine. Y’know, I didn’t even wanna go to the dance in the first place.”

“You don’t? Oh, well that’s too bad… I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go with me.” He gently took your hand in both of his, intertwining your fingers and your eyes lit up, receiving a smile from Five.

“Are you serious? I—I thought you didn’t want to—”

“I changed my mind.” He cleared his throat after a while, speaking in a whisper. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes locked with his as you tilted your head up to his, gently pressing your forehead against his. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips and slowly, his face was drawn closer to yours, the temptation and want too huge for him to bear. When his lips found yours, the two of you were in a complete heaven, your lips moving together so generously, at a gentle but steady pace. The hands came up to hold your cheeks, holding your face close to his, both of your hearts racing at a lightening speed while the world around you turned to slow motion.

 When the two of you finally announced to your friends that you were dating, you were met with a sea of ‘finally’s and ‘it’s about time’s. All you would do is chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to Five’s cheek and he smiled. You were happy. Five was happy. You were happy together.

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[angelbabyszn]

Heey!! Can u make an imagine that Oscar fell in love with a black Brazilian girl and she's an ballerina. Thank u!!!

Ballerina Beauty (Oscar X Reader)

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L/N: Last Name

S/F: Smoothie favor

"7, 8, 9, 10." said Ms. Ella, the ballerina teacher as the girls danced in front of the mirror in the dance studio and a soft bell rang.

"Oh! That's our time. Please practice the routine for our recital next Saturday night here in the auditorium. If you want to talk to me about adding something to the show, please talk to me by Friday at the end of our class. Have a good day my beautiful ballerinas!" said Ms. Ella as the group of ballerinas started to leave the community center, talk to each other, and call for a ride home.

Ms. Ella walks up to you where you were drinking water near the window at a corner of the dance studio.

"Ms. L/N, you did absolutely beautiful today. I see you practice on pointing your toes and doing more stretching." said Ms. Ella and you stopped drinking your water and looked at her with a smile.

"Thank you. I just love being able to do what I love, especially in Freeridge so thank you for making this program." you said happily.

"Awe, you're welcome sweetie. I believe you will be the best new ballerina out there and perform in front of thousands of people." said Ms. Ella and you smile with a blush.

It's been your dream to be a ballerina ever since you were little. You learned the basics as you grow up hoping you will be able to be the newest famous ballerina of this generation. Once you do, you hope your family stays alive and good for the future.

"I can't do this." said Monse exhausted and she flops on the floor next to you and Ms. Ella.

"Oh yes you can, sweetheart. You just have to try harder. Don't give up." said Ms. Ella with a smile and walked away.

You bend down to Monse and she turns her head to you with an annoyed face.

"I can't do this Y/N. I know I join this to make my dad happy but I can't do this bulls*it." said Monse sitting up. You gave her a furious face, making Monse completely regret what she just said. 

"Sorry Y/N. Didn't mean it like that." said Monse and you sat down next to her.

"You're fine. You’re not connecting with the music. You have to feel the music to be able to dance. You have to show emotions and expressions as you dance to show people the art of ballet. That's the beauty of it." you said with passion in your eyes.  

You turned back to Monse to see her with a blank face. 

“Um, I honestly miss whatever you just said cause I don’t care.” said Monse honestly, making you offended. 

"Well.” you said fake upset and you got up, crossed your arms against your chest, and looked away from her like you were mad. Monse giggle at your reaction. 

-

"Jamal! What do you mean your dad can't pick me up? We're cousins!" you shouted on the phone outside with your bag strap on your shoulder as you stand outside of the community center.

"Sorry Y/N. Dad's over here at his restaurant. It's busy right now. Me and Cesar are over here working our butts off." said Jamal in the staff changing room and Cesar opened the door to see Jamal on the phone.

"Dude. Need more help back here. Finish your talk with Y/N now." said Cesar while holding a tray full of food and walked back into the kitchen. 

"Got to go Y/N. I'll send somebody okay?" said Jamal quickly.

"Jamal! Wai-" you heard the phone call end sound meaning Jamal hung up on you.

You growled with aggravation and turned your head to the right to see a smoothie place a few blocks from the community center.

You did a small smile and started to walk down to the smoothie place to get something to drink and eat.

-

20 minutes later, you were walking back to the community center with your favorite smoothie and a cinnamon roll to wait for whoever Jamal sent you a ride. 

"You brought me a sweet snack, hyna?" 

You turned your body and you see the one and only Oscar "Spooky" Diaz with his signature smirk leaning against his memorable red car.

"Please don't tell me you're my ride." you said whining as you walked up to him.

"You got it ma. Thanks for the snack." said Spooky and  he took your cinnamon roll out of your hand and took a bite out of it straight up in your face. 

Your jaw dropped a bit offended because he just took your snack out of your hand you paid for and started eating it in your face. 

"Oh, you wish this was you? Cause I can make that happen-" you push his face back with your right hand and get inside the car.

Spooky grinned and shook his head of your silliness and he walked over and got in the driver side to start driving you home.

"You gonna tell me how Jamal got you to take me home?" you asked and took a sip of your smoothie.

"Lil Ricky. Familiar with him?" asked Spooky as he drove while taking another bite of your cinnamon roll.

"Who isn't? No need to tell the legendary story. Already know." you said, making Spooky glanced at you a moment and looked back on the road. 

"Nice to know somebody knows what's going on around here." said Spooky and he took a glance down at your bag between your feet to see one of your ballet slippers being halfway out.

"You dance?"

"Oh yeah. I got a show next Saturday." you said shyly and you quickly put your ballet slipper down in your bag and zipped your bag back up.

"You getting all shy around me now, Y/N?" asked Spooky with a grin on his face and you turned to him with a crazy face.

"Um no! I'm definitely not a shy person!" you said and you crossed your arms against your chest, making Spooky chuckled. 

"Why are you laughing?" you asked with an upset face.

"Nothing. I can't take you seriously. It's cute." said Spooky and you felt offended but not really because he just complimented you.

"Did Spooky just compliment me? I'm so touched." you said with a fake high voice with a huge smile on your face and your left hand on your heart. 

"I did not!" said Spooky, offending himself, making you laugh out loud.stopped the car in front of your house, making you surprised  because you didn’t know you were already here.

"I'll see you later, mamacita." said Spooky as he looked at you while you were getting out of the car with your bag on your shoulder and your half drunken smoothie in the other.

"Bye." you said and you shut the door. Spooky winks at you and drives away, making your heart skips a beat as you enter your house

-

"That wasn't it." you said and you stop dancing and start to walk around the dance studio.

It was Thursday and the community center was open to the public today so you came in early and started practicing the routine you've been working on for weeks.

You went over to your bag and checked the time. You sighed and leaned your back on the wall near the window.

You still couldn't figure out how the heck you still don't have this routine down when you have it for weeks.

"Hambre hermosa?"

You looked at the doorway to see Spooky coming up to you with a bag full of food in one hand and a smoothie in another.

"What are you doing here?" you asked as you walked up to him.

"Brought you food. I didn't see you walk out the house this morning so I figured you were here and probably haven't eaten anything yet." said Spooky and he walks over to the wall and sits down.

"Spooky, you should've had your shoes-" you started but noticed his shoes were off of his feet.

"Don't worry. I already did. I brought your favorite smoothie. S/F right?" said Spooky as he held the smoothie up to you. You walked up to him and took it.

"Yeah..." you said and you slowly sat down next to him on the wall between the food. 

You looked at him with Spooky already taking a bite of his burger. 

"Anything wrong?" asked Spooky after he swallowed his bite and looked at you with concern.

"No, it's just...I don't know. I just don't expect you to do any of this for me." you said as you were picking on your cup of fruit with your fork in your hand while staring at it.

"Y/N..." started Spooky and you looked back at him. Your heart skipped a beat once you saw his eyes sparkled in the sunlight from the window and staring intensely at you.

His stare wasn't scary to you, it felt like a whole different type of stare that makes you want to fall deep into his eyes and stare into them forever.

"Why wouldn't I? You're...special to me." said Spooky and you looked away and blushed. You never saw him like this at all and it was making you feel weird inside.

"I..." you started saying but couldn't say anything else. You couldn't see his face because you were afraid to look at him. You quickly ran out of the dance studio with your bag and regular shoes.

"Y/N!" shouted Spooky but you were long gone. You leave him with millions of thoughts in his mind wondering what he did wrong to make you run away from him.

-

"Okay my little darlings. That includes today's practice today. See you all on Wednesday." said Ms. Ella concluding Monday's practice.

You kinda limped to your bag and slowly sat down on the floor because you felt pain to your foot. You pull your right foot close to you and start to massage it after you took off your ballet slipper.

"Y/N? You okay?" asked Monse and you looked up to see Monse kinda concerned with her bag handing off her right shoulder.

"I'm fine. I think I need to take a few days off from dancing." you said with a warm smile to convince her you’re okay. 

"I hope you are okay. See you later." said Monse while waving goodbye. 

"See you soon." you said with a smile and Monse smiled back and walked away.

You took off your other ballet slipper and put on some flats you have in your bag to help your feet.

You got up and walked outside of the community center to wait for your mom to pick you up. You stopped walking once you came out to see Spooky talking to Ms. Ella. Frightened by this site, you quickly jog up to them.

"Oh Y/N, hello darling. Is it true that you are performing with this man right here this Saturday?" said Ms. Ella as she looked at you with a smile. You quickly turned your head to Spooky where he had his signature grin on your face. 

You just want to bang your head on the wall and forget everything happening right now. You couldn't believe Spooky right now. 

"Um...yes?" you said kinda uncertain but Ms. Ella smiled with a grin.

"Perfect! It would be great to have a handsome man like him in the show! It's going to be a big hit!" said Ms. Ella and walked away in happiness. 

You pulled Spooky to your level of height by grabbing the front of his black sleeveless shirt with a furious face.

"Why the h*ll you did that? You are going to embarrass both of us at that show!" you shouted angrily and shove him off along with letting go of his shirt.

"Come on maravillosa, it won't be that bad. I'm willing to learn some steps from you." said Spooky as he tried to get close to you but you backed away.

"Really? The leader of the Santos, the tough, rough, and aggressive dude who can't dance at all wants to learn some...ballet?" you said with a weird face and your arms crossed against your chest looking at him. 

"Come on, it would be fun. If we mess up, you can blame it on me." said Spooky and puts his hands up in the air showing in offense. 

"Oh h*ll yeah I will." you said and you walked back to the community center to wait for your mom until Spooky did a big whistle at you. 

"I'm your ride. Get in." said Spooky and he opened the passenger door for you. You rolled your eyes and then started to limp again but tried to walk normally so he won't get suspicious.

Like the person he is, Spooky noticed your walking ever since you came out of the community center. He closed the door once you got in and got in on the driver side of the car.

He started to drive and it was just silence between both of you for five minutes until Spooky glanced at you.

"What's with your foot?" asked Spooky and you looked from your phone to him where he was looking at the road.

"Nothing." 

"Yes there is. I know when you're lying Y/N." said Spooky and your face became weird as you looked at him.

"How the heck do you know? You study me? Wow, who knew?" you said and turned your head to look out of the window.

"I didn't study you. Just picked up a few things." said Spooky and he turned down another street.

"Mhmm. Creep." you said underneath your breath but he heard you and then stopped the car, making you surprised.

You look at Spooky to start complaining but stopped. You saw him starting straight with his hand gripping on the wheel hard.

"I'll be right back." said Spooky, not even looking at you and he got out of the car, slammed the door, and went into a building. You looked out to see you were at Dwayne's Joint BBQ. 

-

20 minutes later, Spooky came back out into the car with a bag full of food in one hand and a cinnamon roll in the other.

"We're going back to my house." said Spooky as he puts the food in the back and starts the car again.

"And why is that?" you asked as you looked at him.

"To help that foot." said Spooky as he backed up, turned his car around, and then drove out of the driveway.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the window. Spooky took a glance at you and grins at you without knowing.

-

A few minutes later, Spooky was washing his hands while you were drinking soda on his couch at his house.

"Let me see that foot of yours." said Spooky as he wipes his hands off with a paper towel and walks back next to you on the couch.

You hesitated as you were drinking until you stopped, slowly took off your flat shoe, and put your foot on your lap.

Spooky tools your foot into his hands and looks up at you. You gained a pink blush because you were nervous about what he was about to do now.

He did a small smile and started to rub your feet with cool healing lotion, making you lean back and relax slowly.

Spooky was glad to see your reaction. He knows how hard you work doing this dance routine for months.

"Spooky..why are you doing this?" you asked softly as you slowly sat up again and he looked up from your foot to you again.

"Why can I? You work so hard to make sure you got that routine down. You deserve it, hermosa." said Spooky and he grabbed your flat shoe, put it on your foot and he kissed your shoe while still staring into your eyes.

Your heart beats faster and faster as you stare into his eyes. You couldn't believe what Spooky did for you over these past few days.

He slowly puts your foot back down on the floor and gets closer to you.

"Come here." said Spooky and you slowly got closer to him. He put you on his lap and held you to your waist, making you blush even more in embarrassment.

"No need to get embarrassed. It's just me." said Spooky as he looks at you and he holds your chin with his left fingers to tilt it towards him.

"I just...never been this close to a guy before." you said softly and looked away from his eyes. You look back at him again a moment later to see a soft smile on his face.

"Well, consider me your first." said Spooky softly and he slowly leaned your head down and kissed you. 

You felt warmth and closure as you kissed his lips with yours. You eventually let him into your mouth once you got comfortable with him.

A minute later, both of you stopped and leaned your heads together with your eyes closed still underneath the spell of the kiss.

"Wow..." you said while opening your eyes to see him with a smirk on his face.

"Wow is right mami. You are just..." Spooky started saying as he was still staring at your lips wanting to remake that kiss again.

You kissed him again. This kiss was more passionate than before, making Spooky want more.Spooky looked up at you on his lap and started to stare into your eyes after the kiss.

 "I don't know what you're doing to me but...I've fallen for you Y/N L/N." said Spooky in bliss,

"I've fallen for you too, Spooky." you said and Spooky started to caress your right cheek with his right hand.

"Please...call me Oscar." said Spooky and you smile.

"Okay Oscar." you said and Oscar leans you down to him and he kisses you again passionately.

The next morning, Spooky came up with a nickname that you would love forever as long you are with him: Ballerina Beauty,

[zevlors-tail]

Ehi!how are you?I see your post and would love to be part of your match up ask!(Sorry for my english,I am Italian and I hope to be very clear..) ...

Matchup for tremendouswolfsaladranch! Sorry, it wouldn’t let me tag you for some reason, but here it is! Hope you like it! :) By the way, I understood your english and could read it all! No worries. <3 I’m SO sorry it took so long. ;w; Also, I didn’t have room to fit in some parts of the drabble, but I tried to stick to what you wanted as much as possible. I hope this was okay!

I match you with: Izuku Midoriya!

That gif tho

-Green Bean would be super shy around you but also very friendly. You’re both shy around each other, so there’s just lots of blushy moments and stuttering, but the attraction is there. He makes friends with everyone so easily and willingly, so of course he wants to be your friend too!

-You both became best friends pretty fast. You have your group of friends that you hang out with on a regular basis, but he’s also your best friend, and you see him quite often as well! Once you get more comfortable with each other, you start really having fun, and that’s when he realizes he is head over heels for you. He loves to watch you interact with all your friends and see how kind and outgoing and fun you are!

-Finds your quirk super fascinating! Especially considering how similar the consequences of it are to his own quirk. This boy deals with broken bones so much it’s not even funny. So if you ever get hurt, expect him to be there, checking you over, making sure it’s safe for him to take you to Recovery Girl. Because believe me, he definitely will. He’s been there himself tons of times; he knows the drill by now lol. He likes to study everyone’s quirk, and that includes yours. He would love for you to humor him by answering his questions about it!

-He understands if you need space when you’re upset. Izuku is a very understanding person in general, so he gets it, although it does hurt him to see you isolate yourself from him and everyone else. But the moment you come back to him apologizing and feeling guilty, he’ll be right there to tell you that it wasn’t your fault, that you can work on whatever is bothering you together and if he did something or said something wrong, he’s going to fix it, no doubt about it. He’s a good learner in all aspects, relationships included. 

-Overall you make a really good pair together. He loves you so much and takes you out on dates to places he thinks you’ll really enjoy in his free time. He’s such a sweetheart to you, and you can bet he’s going to spoil you rotten.

Fall Drabble: Fall Festival/Pumpkins

I went a little extra on this because I ran out of ideas on the Headcanons, so if it’s a bit longer than others, that’s why. Also, I LOVED your idea for this! SO CUTE.

“Wow, I can’t believe the amount of effort everyone put in to this festival. It turned out pretty neat!” Midoriya walked along beside you as you both marveled at all the activities going on around you. UA had really gotten into the Autumn Spirit this year, and each class had contributed to the festival by hosting a Fall themed activity or experience for the other students to enjoy. It ran all weekend long, each grade participating on a different day so that the other students in different grades could enjoy themselves. Today just so happened to be the upperclassman’s turn to show off their projects and events, so both you and Midoriya had set a few hours of the day aside to enjoy yourselves before you put in your own hard work for the other students tomorrow.

“Yeah, it’s all so cool! Fall is my favorite time of year. All the nice smells in the air, hot apple cider, all the warm colors everywhere...” You smiled to yourself as you recalled all of the reasons that you loved Autumn. “Especially the trees. All of the leaves are changing color, and soon the ground will be covered in beautiful hues of reds and oranges and yellows. I can’t wait to rake up a huge pile of them and jump into it!”

Izuku gave you an adoring look as you rambled on, his eyes glued to your happy face. Nothing made him happier than to see you happy. He wanted so badly to tell you how he really felt, but how could he? He didn’t want to ruin your friendship, not now that you two were so close. And he was just shy...and scared. What if you rejected him? What if you never spoke to him again? He didn’t think he could handle that, so for now, he was content to watch you from afar.

Luckily for him, you had other ideas.

“Hey, what’s that over there?” From a distance, there was a giant blur of orange, and you stared in curiosity as you got closer and closer to it, the giant blob of orange turning into much small blobs of orange instead.

“Looks like...a pumpkin patch! I think Mirio’s class came up with this one,” he explained to you.

Sure enough, the second Togata and his friends spotted you, they waved you over, and you were more than happy to oblige. You saw that your friends were there as well, picking out pumpkins of their own, and Mina happily welcomed you and Izuku into their small group.

You meandered through the haystacks and lines of pumpkins until you found the perfect one: spotless, symmetrically round, and a cute little stem poking out from the top. Not too big, not too small, but just your size and easy to pick up and hold. You nabbed it before anyone else could and made your way back to your group of friends.

“Guys, I found it! I found the perfect pumpkin!” You shouted in excitement as you halted to a stop in front of them. Most of them had their pumpkins picked out as well, including Izuku.

“You’re right, Y/N! That one’s totally flawless, unlike the one Midoriya picked out,” Mina snickered. 

Turning your attention to said boy, you saw him blush as he tried to defend himself and his interesting looking pumpkin. “I-It’s not that bad! I thought the bumps gave it some personality...” He mumbled the last part, indignant that everyone else wanted to judge his poor little pumpkin. Well, almost everyone else. Of course you would defend it with him!

“I think it’s cute,” you told him, a slight blush on your face as well. You took a closer look at the lopsided, gnarled, and bumpy orange thing in his hands. It was...probably? A pumpkin?

“Thank you, Y/N.” He gave everyone else a mock glare and a fake pout.

“I’m sure that pumpkin isn’t the only thing you think is cute, Y/N,” Mina teased you suddenly. “Didn’t you want to say something to Midoriya, here?” She nudged your side with her elbow and waggled her eyebrows at you.

Oh, right. The plan.

Beside you, Izuku tilted his head in confusion. “Did...you have something you wanted to tell me?”

“U-Um, I- Well...” You stumbled over your words, not quite sure how to say how you were feeling. Now that this was actually happening, it felt so much different than you thought it would. You were more nervous, quieter, more on edge and confused about what you should say.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two alone then! Good luck, Y/N!” Mina said in a sing-song voice. Finally she left you alone, and you stood there dumbfounded about what to say.

Sensing your distress, Midoriya grabbed your hand with his free one to bring you back to reality. “Hey, do you maybe want to get a caramel apple? We can sh-share it if you don’t mind...” he offered shyly.

Thankful for the distraction, you nodded your head and followed him to the caramel apple stand that was nearby, your pumpkins still in tow. You gave him a small “Thanks,” as he handed the sticky sweet treat to you, but only after taking a bite out of it himself. You both sat down on a bench for a moment to watch the people around you, laughs ringing out and smiles being shared between everyone. With your pumpkins now settled in your laps and both of your hands free again, Izuku returned his left hand to your right and slotted his fingers through yours. Maybe he didn’t know how to verbally confess his feelings, but he could show it through actions. You, on the other hand...

You took another bite of the apple and chewed on it thoughtfully before finally handing it back to him, watching as he took another bite himself. From across the way, you spotted Mina with a sly grin on her face giving you a thumbs up, and you gathered all the courage you could as you opened your mouth to speak.

“H-Hey...Izuku?”

“Hm?” His replied, his mouth still full of caramel apple and bits of nuts.

“I-I...Well, I really like you!” you blurted out. Izuku nearly choked on the apple, a cough resounding in his throat. “Are you okay!?”

“F-Fine...I’m fine!” he managed after he swallowed. “I feel the same way! I just...was too afraid to say it, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but now I don’t have to because I know you feel the same way, and that makes me really happy! But I just wish I could have said something sooner and-”

He was rambling again.

You boldly leaned over, both hands gripping him by the collar of his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss to shut him up. That seemed to do the trick, his eyes going blank in a split second while he internally freaked out. The both of you just sat there for a moment blushing, until you felt him squeeze your hand tight, and he slowly leaned in to return your kiss.

You could hear Mina in the distance hollering congrats at the both of you, and you just smiled at each other as Izuku held the caramel apple out to you.

“Want another bite?” He grinned.

I maybe might come back and clean this up later and add more to make it a small one shot who knows

[jaxl-road]

Scar Tissue chapter 1

Slash falls hard and fast for Guns N' Roses' new bassist. But Duff has some baggage in the way that they'll have to get past first...

Pairings: Slash/Duff, side Axl/Izzy

Warnings: Implied/discussed past abuse (non-explicit)

AN: Decided to post this properly here! You can also read on AO3   

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Slash knew he was fucked the moment Duff walked in for his audition.

It started when Steven set the audition up earlier in the week. The band had been looking for a bassist for awhile, various people filtering in and out of the spot but never fitting quite right. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the rest of the band, their drummer had been eyeing a particular bassist. Steven had seen the guy filling in for various bands on the strip, but he always ran off as soon as the show was over. One night, he finally managed to catch the bassist before he could disappear, quickly explaining the situation and convincing him to stop by and jam with Guns N Roses.

Axl had been twitchy ever since the drummer told them about the meeting, “We don’t even know this fucker. You should have talked to us first,” he ground out, arms crossed and pacing tensely.

Luckily, Izzy kept him from completely losing his shit. He wrapped his arms around the singer’s waist to still him, “Hey, worst-case scenario we don’t invite him back. We’re not committed to anything. And we do need a bassist. Steven saw an opportunity and took it.”

Slash and Steven looked at each other and exchanged fake gagging noises. Since they were both currently single, they often bonded over teasing Axl and Izzy about their relationship, the couple usually just rolling their eyes or flipping them off. Before Axl could start huffing at them, there was a knock at the door. They were meeting in a small studio they had snagged so they could practice somewhere other than the Hell House where the four musicians were currently living together.

“Sweet, he’s here!” Steven jogged over and opened the door, quickly standing aside to let the bassist walk in.

And yeah. Slash was fucked.

“Guys, this is Duff!”

Slash gave himself points for not being too blatantly obvious about it, but come on, no one should have legs that long and lean. The bassist was over six feet tall, seemingly towering over the rest of the band. He was skinny, too, his ripped up black clothing hanging off his frame, tattered jeans hanging low on his hips even with a studded belt holding them up. Shifting his hold on the bass case he carried, he flicked his long bleached hair out of his face, revealing a darker strand underneath the blonde waves.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” he raised a hand in greeting, bracelets and rings and black painted nails giving a quick wave while Slash struggled not to stare at the way dark eyeliner emphasized his bright hazel eyes.

Holy shit, he was fucking smitten.

Axl eyed Duff suspiciously as he placed his bass as well as a heavy looking backpack down to the side, “You play punk bands?” he asked, looking the bassist up and down, taking in his heavy punk aesthetic.

Duff shrugged, “I play anything, really. I started out doing mostly punk bands, but lately I’ve been hanging with more rock and metal dudes.”

The singer hummed noncommittally, “Well, let’s see what you can do then.” They spent some time talking Duff through a few of their songs before getting themselves set up to play. Slash had his fingers crossed that the music would help get his mind out of the gutter. But of course, he had no such luck.

Duff was good. It was more than just his playing, although the ease with which he picked up the songs was more than a little impressive, and he had no problem working with Steven to keep the beats. Duff’s presence just fit with the rest of them in a way no other bass player had managed. He matched their energy, and could move and dance to the songs without missing a beat, unlike Slash who managed to fumble twice after seeing Duff roll his hips against his bass. He had to duck his head to avoid Izzy’s knowing look.

By the time they made it through the selected songs, it was obvious Duff was different from the other bass players they’d worked with. Even Axl had loosened up enough to grin and compliment him on his playing.

“It shouldn’t take long to get you caught up on what we’ve got so far,” Izzy commented, lighting up a cigarette, “But I think it’s a good match. If you’re cool with it we can make it official,” he shrugged.

Grinning, Duff nodded, “Hell yeah, I’m down. Hopping between bands was getting kind of old.”

“Aw, I can’t believe we've convinced you to settle down! We’ve made an honest bassist out of you!” Steven laughed, throwing his arm around Duff’s shoulder, the bassist flinching just slightly, “Everyone here owes me a drink for bringing us all together,” the drummer declared.

The group chatted as they exited the building, Duff laughing and joking with them as if he’d always been there, while Slash very consciously didn’t stare at his ass.

As they loaded up Izzy’s piece-of-shit car, Steven turned to the bassist, "Where do you live, anyway? We can give you a ride if you want."

Slash both loved and hated the idea of having to press close to the other man in the cramped vehicle, but Duff shook his head, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one casually, "Nah, it’s fine. I'm couch surfing right now, and I’m not entirely sure what couch I’m on tonight,” he exhaled a stream of smoke with a wry grin.

There was a pause, as the rest of the band turned to look at him. Steven and Slash looked concerned, Izzy kept his face blank and neutral, and Axl had a look on his face that those close to him recognized to mean that his thoughts were being torn in two different directions.

Noticing the silence, Duff rolled his eyes, readjusting his backpack and bass on his shoulders as he took a few steps back, “Oh relax, it’s no big deal. Life’s just a bitch sometimes,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and began making long strides down the street.

Spinning to look at the others, Steven held his hands out in dismay, “Guys!” he hissed as he gestured wildly to the retreating figure.

Axl narrowed his eyes, his body tensing, but before he could turn the conversation into a fight, Izzy sighed, placing a gentle hand on the red-head’s arm. “Just… give us a second,” he nodded at Slash and Steven before guiding Axl a few feet away so they could talk in private.

“I mean, to be fair, our place is already pretty packed,” Slash pointed out.

“Oh please, we’re so used to living in squalor we probably wouldn’t even notice another person added to the mix,” Steven glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, grinning slowly, “Well. You would notice him,” he said teasingly.

Slash gaped, “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” he hoped if he sounded offended enough he could end this before it started.

But of course. No luck. Figured.

Steven laughed, “Oh please, you were practically drooling over him! I’ve only heard you make mistakes like you did today when you were piss drunk.”

“Maybe I’m drunk now,” Slash argued.

“Yes, you’re obviously wasted,” the drummer rolled his eyes, “Actually, maybe this was a bad idea. Will you be able to keep your hands to yourself if he’s around? We can’t have you scaring off our bassist the second we get him just cause you can’t keep it in your pants.”

“Oh shut up,” Slash mumbled, blushing. There was no point trying to deny it at this point, “I can be a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

At that moment, Izzy and Axl walked back over. “Alright, let’s go,” Izzy stated casually as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“What about Duff?” Steven questioned, a look of betrayal on his face.

But Izzy only raised an eyebrow at him, “He’s coming too. We just have to catch him first.”

Snapping their heads up, Slash and Steven realized that Duff was, in fact, gone. They hadn’t even noticed him disappear. Scrambling, the two quickly hopped into the backseat of the car, slamming the doors just as Izzy managed to get the pile of junk to finally start. Axl sat in the front seat with his arms crossed, and while he didn’t look happy, he didn’t look angry either, so still a win.

It only took three blocks before Izzy suddenly took a sharp, last second left turn, the occupants of the car tumbling to the side dramatically. They barely had time to right themselves before Izzy was slamming on the breaks, screeching to a halt and throwing his passengers forward in their seats.

Meanwhile, Duff nearly jumped out of his skin when a familiar car skidded to a stop beside him. He skittered back a few steps, eyes wide as he clutched his chest as if he could physically still his rapidly beating heart.

Rolling down the window, Izzy leaned out, “Hey. Hop in, you can crash with us.”

For a moment, the bassist just stared, blinking slowly, “...What?”

Steven rolled down his own window, leaning practically his entire upper body out, “Yeah! It’s not the most glamorous place, but we can squeeze in one more.”

“N-no, guys, seriously, I appreciate it, but it’s fine, really,” Duff another step back, trying to wave them off.

Slash shoved Steven over, leaning out the window beside him, “Dude, it’s totally cool. Besides, this way we have the whole band in one place.”

Duff shifted nervously, glancing away from them and looking thoroughly unconvinced. Finally, Axl sighed. Opening his door, he stood to look at Duff over the top of the car, “Look, you said you needed a couch to crash on, and we’re offering you ours. You don’t have to stay forever if you don’t want. I mean, we are pretty big assholes,” the singer smirked.

Despite his hesitation, Duff couldn’t help but laugh, “Fine, fine,” he finally gave in. “One night,” he insisted.

“Uh huh, sure,” Steven grinned as he and Slash shifted to make room for Duff and his things. The bassist’s knees were practically touching his chest as he folded himself into the backseat, his side pressed up against Slash, so close he could smell the smoke on his breath and see the little red marks where his lips were bitten raw. He shook his head quickly, letting his hair fall in front of his face to hide the blush he was sure was growing. Steven snickered knowingly, and Slash elbowed him roughly in the side as the car started moving again.

Their house wasn’t in the best part of town, to put it lightly, but that was part of the reason it was so cheap. It was small and dilapidated, the insulation was terrible, the paint was peeling, and the whole thing was falling apart inside and out. But it was home for the four boys, and if they had their way, hopefully it could be a home for Duff as well.

Walking in, they stepped over empty bottles and strewn clothing. Izzy grunted as he gestured vaguely at the house, and Steven laughed as he turned to Duff, “I think Izzy hit his quota of words for the day, but I’m pretty sure he’s saying make yourself at home,” he grinned as Izzy flipped him off.

Snaking an arm around the guitarist’s waist, Axl spoke next, “We’ve got three bedrooms. Izzy and I share a room, so Steven and Slash can flip a coin or something to figure out where you’ll be bunking,” he gestured at the two musicians as he and Izzy made their way to their own room.

Duff’s eyes widened a bit, turning to face his two potential roommates and throwing his hands up nervously, “No, no, it’s just for a night, remember? You guys don’t have to- I mean, I can just crash on the couch or something. Or, or I could…” His eyes darted around the room, as if searching for some corner where he could curl up out of the way.

It was weirdly endearing, and Slash smiled as he cut him off, “Hey, it’s no problem dude. And actually, my room is bigger than Steven’s anyway, so you can just share with me.”

“Are you sure? I-”

“Dude, seriously, it’s fine,” Slash insisted. Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Slash cut him off before he could say anything potentially incriminating, “Really.”

The bassist didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t argue anymore. Slash pointed him in the direction of his room so he could finally put his stuff down, and as he walked away, Steven pulled him aside to whisper at him, “Look, I know I was joking earlier, but seriously, please don’t scare Duff off. He’s a cool dude and a good bass player.”

Slash actually felt offended this time, shoving at Steven’s chest, “I am not going to scare him off!”

“I’m just saying!” the drummer raised his hands defensively, “I love you dude, but you’re one of the horniest guys on the planet.”

“Jesus fuck, I’m capable of being chill about it, asshole,” he growled, “I don’t climb on every person I think is fucking hot or whatever you think I’m gonna do.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” Steven had the good grace to look sincere in his apology, “I shouldn’t have worried.” Slash huffed, and Steven grinned teasingly, “Besides, we all know you’re too shy to actually make a move.”

“Hey!” Slash shoved him again, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, “How many times are you gonna insult me today?”

“Probably a couple more times,” Steven laughed.

At that moment, Duff walked out holding two bottles of vodka, one full and one half empty, “I figure since you’re letting me crash here the least I could do is share.”

“Hell yes!” Steven smiled widely, “Oh, you’re gonna fit right in.”

Duff laughed, and when he held out one of the bottles his shirt slipped down one shoulder, emphasizing his smooth, pale collar bones. Slash swallowed thickly. He meant what he told Steven; he could handle this.

He just might have to take a few more cold showers than usual.

[ticklybtswriter]

what you deserve

summary: you had been teasing your lers too much for their liking. one particular tactic to get the tickles you craved, though, proved to be a bit too effective.

request: Finally thought of a request: could you write a scenario where you've been teasing the boys a lot, like exposing your spots in front of them or mentioning how sensitive you are, until they get frustrated and gang up on you? Love your writing btw :)

warnings: nsfw-ish themes (not soft tickles at all skdfmlksdfm), bondage, being nearly naked but not entirely, kind of submissive/dominant if you look close, excessive use of princess because this is me we’re talking about there

author’s note: brought the brat out for this one, guys... i hate saying that because it means i’ve admitted defeat... but anyway, i’m really excited for this fic!! i’m always a fan of punishment tickles akmflskmdf ahhh

Let’s get one thing straight: you knew what you had done. You were well aware of the fact that you had been teasing them, probably past the point of no return. 

You had taken deliberate moves just so you could get them all in ler moods. You would show off your sides and stomach when on the couch, masking your teasing through a faked yawn and stretch. You’d also told them how sensitive your muscles were whenever you woke up, knowing that they were already aware of your nerves’ heightened state.

It seemed, though, that they had taken a page out of Taehyhung’s book. Whenever you were being bratty, he would stubbornly hold out on giving you tickles until you became a good little girl again. But for some reason, you wanted to push limits you never even neared before.

You were home alone, still deprived of your tickles. You were plotting new ways to get what you wanted, but you were drawing blanks. Well, you were until you were scrolling through a tickle blog on Tumblr and saw a picture of a girl showing off her bare tummy with a teasy caption beneath. 

The smirk on your face could’ve rivaled Namjoon’s had anyone seen it.

You took a few hundred photos of every sensitive spot. From your neck to your stomach to your socked feet. You were a bit hesitant to send them at first, but then you remembered that they were being the stubborn ones. After that, you had all the confidence needed to press that “send” button before a series of pictures were forwarded to your group chat with them.

They were in dance rehearsal so you didn’t expect to get a reply as quickly as you did. It was only from one person, Jin, someone who was pretty well-tempered when it came to your antics. However, the message conveyed anything but the typically serene Jin you knew.

It merely said: Oh you’re in for it tonight kitten.

You were buzzing with anticipation; giddy or fearful, you couldn’t quite tell yet. The text from Jin kept you on edge, especially since that was the only one you had gotten and it had seemed so definite. You questioned whether you’d taken it too far, but then you realized it meant you were getting what you wanted.

Thinking too far into the outcome of this wasn’t going to last long. You heard the jingling of keys from the front door. What put you off was how silent the men behind said door were. Usually, they’d be laughing or groaning about how exhausted they were, yet you didn’t hear anything.

The door swung open. The first person you saw was Hoseok, his eyes instantly connecting with yours. It was almost eerie how quickly he captured you with his hypnotic, dominant stance.

“Hello, princess!” He announced gleefully. “Did you enjoy your day?”

It was a trick question, you were sure of it. You weren’t sure what the trick was, but Hoseok was too cheerful to actually be that, even for Hoseok.

You didn’t get to answer before Jimin was standing beside him. He held up a photo of your thighs next to his head. “Oh, I’m sure she did, hyung. Didn’t you, princess? Putting your lers in the mood while they were working must’ve been so much fun for you, huh?”

Now you saw the trick to the question. “U-Um, well, you see-”

“What I see is a little brat who needs to be dealt with,” Jungkook made his way towards you. He picked you up by your legs, making sure to steady you over his shoulder. “And we’re not going to waste any time in doing that.”

Next to feeling totally helpless in Jungkook’s grasp, the worst part about your ascent up the stairs to your room was seeing the other six men smirking at you as they leisurely strolled after you and Jungkook. It was more flustering seeing them so calm then seeing them angry like you envisioned.

“U-Um, I’m sorry?” You whimpered to Namjoon who had been closest to you.

“Aww, it’s too late for apologies, baby girl,” You simply told you. “You made your lers unfocused during rehearsal today. For that, you need to be punished.”

Your face went bright red. The promise of your demise hung in the air, and everyone around you chuckled darkly at the wide-eyed stare you gave them when you finally realized how totally screwed you were.

You’d only ever been punished by them once, and truthfully, you couldn’t feel your diaphragm for a week. You had stayed curled in a ball for hours until Jimin and Taehyung had to coax you out of bed. It was so wonderful, yet so horrid at the same time with terribleness outweighing what was so pleasing about it.

Jungkook deposited you onto the bed. He was careful as to not hurt you but also put you down in a way that let you know he was in control.

“Arms up, baby,” He commanded. When you kept your hands firmly to your chest, he sighed. “Do you really want to play that game, darling? You know how impatient my hyungs can get, and we wouldn’t want to keep them waiting. After all, the longer they have to wait to get their hands on you, the meaner they’re going to be.”

A part of you wanted to resist, just to keep up that tough facade, but even you weren’t bratty enough to go against seven angry lets. You put your wrists together and above your head like he had instructed.

“There’s our good girl~” Taehyung cooed.

With all seven of them working together, they were able to get you out of most of your clothes save your undergarments and have your arms tied nice and tight above your head.

“Look at you all pretty and tied up~” Jin purred next to your ear.

“Where should we start?” Yoongi asked the room as he cracked his knuckles, something he knew drove you up a walk.

“I say...” Jimin started ever so softly trailing his fingers across your bare stomach. “We take this nice and slow.”

Another thing that drove you insane: when they all decided to warm you up with tickles by doing this. They were the tickles that were just barely there, the ones that weren’t enough to even get a giggle out of you. The point of this was to make you squirm, and you squirming was euphoric to them.

“P-Please, don’t t-t-tease me!”

“What’s that?” Hoseok asked mockingly. “Are you actually telling us not to tease you? After everything you’ve put us through these past few days?”

“The audacity!” Jin scoffed. He emphasized his point with a quick scribble to your side.

It came as a shock from the light tracing, forcing a squeak from your lips. “AH!”

“Making cute noises already, baby girl?” Namjoon question teasingly.

You shook your head, even though you knew it was futile. Whenever they heard a squeak or a rogue giggle that was cuter than the others, it was an incentive for them to thoroughly wreck you. You were aware of their new desire when Namjoon brought this up and they knew that you knew as well.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked you.

“No!”

“Good~”

That was when the merciless torture officially began.

It was evil, beyond that. Your nerve endings were alight with ticklish sensations as all seven of them began scratching away at your sensitive skin. Not a single pair of hands relented or slowed or even showed any sign of hesitation. Even the softest of lers had taken to make sure you were wrecked with rough tickles.

“Nohoho! I’m sohohorry!” You whined.

“Are you though?” Jungkook debated with you. He hit a very sensitive part on your hips, loving the reaction you were providing him. “Because by the smile on your face, I’d say you’re pretty proud of yourself!”

“No! Nohoho, I’m nohohot!”

Someone started leaving butterfly kisses across your neck. You squealed at the soft sensations.

“Ahhh, Jin-hyung, I think she likes that~” Yoongi drew the phrase out.

“How could she not? After all, she’s always talking about how soft my beautiful lips are!” He exclaimed before returning back to his torture against your neck.

You wanted to focus on shooing him from your neck with your chin, but you had to throw your head back in laughter when you felt Jimin and Taehyung really start to scratch away at the roles of your feet. God, Jimin even went straight for the kill with your toes on one foot while he directed Taehyung to the worst spots on your other.

“Nohoho fahahair! Plehehehease!”

“Princess, I think it’s time you stop with all this complaining and just laugh for us,” Hoseok commanded of you. “Anything that isn’t a cute little laugh? Well, you remember, don’t you?”

How could you forget? Last punishment you accidentally cried out “no!” and somehow there was a toothbrush vibrating in your belly button. The seven of them didn’t bring out tools often, but you were fearful of their unpredictability... or maybe you were also extremely in love with it. Either way, it gave you shivers just thinking about it.

You nodded and just continued laughing. That was all you could do.

Your back arched when Namjoon and Yoongi tasered your sides in perfect synchronization. They gave one another a proud grin while you bucked between them. Those assholes... those freaking amazing and ruthless assholes...

You couldn’t even process the onslaught of tickles from those two for too long before Jungkook was back with his terrible hip tickles. All the while Taehyung and Jimin were still tickling your feet with such vigor. Hoseok was tracing patterns into one underarm while Jin got with other, making sure to add his tickly neck kisses into the mix.

You were in pure bliss but experiencing pure torture all at the same time. Your laughter began to go silent. Tears were running down your face before you knew what was hitting you.

“Such pretty tears, princess~” Yoongi cooed. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, showing some affection in this time of ruthlessness.

“Noho- I- ple-hehe- You were struggling to get the words out. Thankfully there was some shred of compassion left in Namjoon.

“Here, let’s give her a break real quick,” Namjoon told the others.

They retracted their fingers from your shaking body after some time. You greedily gulped in as much air as your lungs would allow while some of the guys rubbed your skin comfortingly. Tae and Jimin cuddled up to your sides, rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Having fun?” Tae asked.

“Mehehean!” You simply told them.

“Sorry, princess,” Jimin gave you a joke-pout as he pushed your hair back. “But you deserve it after everything you did today.”

“Yeheheah, I’m sohorry about that...” You apologized genuinely when you came down from your tickle high.

Jin ruffled your hair. “It’s alright, baby. But you can’t do that kind of stuff while we’re working. Your adorable tickle spots are pretty distracting, you know. Makes us want to be mean to you, which you don’t want. Well, that’s what you say.”

“We’re about to get a lot meaner anyway,” Yoongi informed you as he got closer to your body. You could see the assortment of feathers he was twirling between his fingers as he approached. “Regardless of what you say.”

“W-Wait!” You stammered. “I-I-I thought i-it was done!”

“Oh, you thought that we were finished with you?” Namjoon asked with a quirked brow. “Baby girl, this is a punishment! Did you think you could get away with only a few minutes of tickling? And besides, I do beleive Hobi told you that you weren’t allowed to do anything other than laugh.”

“Sit tight,” Hoseok patted your stomach. “The night is still young, kitten~”

author’s note: i’m kind of tipsy but i finished this so i’m content!!

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And Now You Don’t. Ethan x m!MC

My Open Heart Ethan Ramsey x m!MC series:

When Push Comes To Shove (p. 1 & p. 2)

He Wasn’t Meant to Hear

Confess (+ the crew at Donahue’s)

Likeable (+Dolores)

Thinking Straight (+Dolores)

The Right Kind of Therapy

Now You See Me  (+Dr Banerji)

this one goes here (+Jenner)

Somebody’s Crush (+Elijah & Landry)

Summary: After accidentally learning about Dr Banerji, MC demands an explanation. The deal might involve a bribe (coffee), wine (at Ethan’s place) and other spilt secrets...

m!MC : Dr Cheng Lee

“...”

Cheng glanced at Dr Ramsey for what seemed like a hundredth time. The other just walked on, silently and scowling slightly at some thoughts of his own. The ones he wouldn’t care to share.

“It’s Dr Banerji, isn’t it?”

Dr Ramsey huffed.

“Oh, come on. I saw him,” persisted Cheng. “He suddenly retires, and now he’s admitted. Under a no name for no reason to make matters worse.”

Dr Ramsey shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not letting it go, are you, rookie?”

“Nope.”

“... should’ve known,” muttered Dr Ramsey.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” Dr Ramsey, finally, looked up and to his right at Cheng. “I am telling you everything, alright? But not here.”

Cheng blinked. Then nodded and had to push the glasses up his nose. He thought about it for a second and grinned, “So you’re not leading me on to get rid of me, huh?”

“Wha–“

“Well, you did yell at me to follow you–“

“Not yelled–“

“It was more like ordered, really.” Cheng shrugged. “I don’t mind that much, you’re frustrated. Just don’t take it out on other people that often.” Cheng met Dr Ramsey’s eyes, the other was watching him very closely, his own face unreadable. “Okay, you told me to follow you after my shift, then we left Edenbrook and have been walking for some time now. In silence. And you have that scary scowling face of yours that sends the nurses hiding behind their station.”

“Really?”

Cheng chuckled at the surprised expression. “Yeah.” He grimaced and pulled on the corners of his eyes. “This one, you know,” Cheng snarled in the most intimidating voice he could manage.

“No,” Dr Ramsey reached out– but snatched his hand away before his fingers grazed Cheng’s forearm. “Do they really hide?”

“So you are not debating the scowl?” Cheng laughed, and the heavy mood seemed to be lifting a bit. “But no, they’re too scared to hide. Probably ‘cause if you don’t find them, it would make you angrier.” He pointed his finger up. “Bu-u-ut, I’ve heard they do toss a coin who comes out to help you.”

Dr Ramsey... well, almost chuckled. Cheng grinned to himself and said nothing, yet he did hear the muffled sound escape. He readjusted his glasses to cover up that he knew, or his face would’ve betrayed it all.

“So where’re we...?” Cheng traced off because Dr Ramsey, suddenly, dashed into a cafe. “Hey!” He hurried after.

There was no line at the counter so Cheng reached Dr Ramsey already ordering. “... and an... espresso romano. To go, please.” Dr Ramsey stopped Cheng’s hand reaching for his own pocket before Cheng said anything, and shook his head.

The barista handed them two cups rather quickly, and they went outside.

“So it is a bribe?” Cheng smirked.

“No–“

“Too bad. Bribe accepted!” Cheng saluted his cup and took a careful sip. “Wow, that’s good.”

A smile tugged on the corner of Dr Ramey’s lips. It was hardly even there, and yet Cheng noticed before it melted away. “Thought you’d like it. They serve it better but I’d rather not talk about, Naveen,” he lowered his voice at the name, “inside.”

“So where are we going then?” Cheng tried once again. He wasn’t even hoping to hear an answer this time.

“My place. It’s safe to talk there.”

“Oh?” Cheng missed a step when an answer did come.

“Objections?”

“No. None.” Cheng raised his hands. “I got nothing to do anyway. But just you know,” he grinned and glanced around the empty station, "I’m good at keeping secrets.”

"So I’ve noticed.”

“Wha-at? I don’t have a secret!”

“Uh-huh.” Dr Ramsey stepped into the train.

“Hey!” Cheng dashed after him and was about to settle onto the seat by his side. The train started moving as he was sitting down, and that sent Cheng flying a little. “Sorry.” He bumped into Dr Ramsey’s knee, and glasses slipped down his nose. Cheng hurriedly plumped himself down and smiled sheepishly.

Dr Ramsey cleared his throat. “We need to take a few stations,” he explained calmly, and his expression remained blank. He didn’t even look at Cheng. Dr Ramsey actually looked anywhere around the carriage but at Cheng.

They reached their destination in silence. Cheng glanced around to take the neighbourhood in but couldn’t bring himself to comment on it. Or anything else.

Dr Ramsey opened the door to his flat and held it open.

“Erm, thanks?” Cheng lingered in the doorway a bit and eyed Dr Ramsey up and down. "Ow!”

“Woof!”

“Hey, there buddy,” Cheng laughed and patted Jenner linking at his face. “So I’m a decoy, huh? And I was wondering why were you holding that door for me.” He grinned back at Dr Ramsey while still scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Is he always like that?”

Dr Ramsey cleared his throat and, rather awkwardly, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Give Dr Lee space, Jenner,” he scolded the dog, and Jenner jumped back to stand on all paws, rather than have two on Cheng.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Cheng bent forward to pat Jenner on the head. “Jenner’s just being very friendly.” He was almost sure he heard Dr Ramsey mutter something under his breath.

— — —

“I’m so sorry…” Cheng reached out, hesitating, yet did put his hand on Dr Ramsey’s knee. The other breathed out sharply and flinched at the contact but didn’t shove his hand away. “You know I understand just how exactly you feel, right?”

Dr Ramsey didn’t answer for some time, and Cheng waited. “Yes. You… you watch somebody very important to you, somebody you care about melt away, and can do nothing to stop it… it is so… so.”

“Helpless?” Cheng suggested.

Dr Ramsey scowled for a second but nodded in the end. “Helpless. Useless.” He moved his glass and watched the remaining vine swirl.

Jenner let out a high pitched whine as he settled at Cheng’s feet and lowered his head on them.

“I’m here.” Cheng squeezed Dr Ramsey's knee lightly. "I know, it doesn’t mean much but just so that you absolutely and surely know it. I’m here, and I am right here for you.”

Cheng felt his glasses slowly slip down his nose. He scrunched it, somehow trying to push them up – his hands were occupied either way: one on Dr Ramsey’s knee, the other held a wine glass. He felt the other’s gaze on him, eyes slowly traced down every feature…

Cheng stared. It felt suddenly so unreal, as if the time has stopped. A smile teased on the corner of Dr Ramsey’s lips, he chuckled quietly and reached out. There was still in his eyes, and the dark circles under, but somehow it felt like his expression lightened. Cheng gulped. A warm fingertip grazed his nose, a mere second, and adjusted his glasses just right. Their eyes met–

“Sorry I–“ Dr Ramsey snatched his hand and cleared his throat. He even shifted to the side so that he would seat further away on the sofa. “Don’t know what came over me."

“Uh-huh.” Cheng glanced around, his eyes lingering on Jenner by his feet. He bent down, mostly to hide his face, and petted Jenner. “N-never mind. Erm. Alright, let’s do this!” Cheng exclaimed and jumped to his feet.

Jenner yelped and sprinted around him.

“Do… what?” Dr Ramsey frowned and placed his glass on the coffee table.

"Well, I assumed you'd have copies in here as well?"

Dr Ramsey raised his eyebrow.

“Dr Banerji files? Test results?” suggested Cheng. “I might not be that brilliant but sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can help. Let me have a go.”

“You would–“

“I want to help you,” interrupted Cheng. “So let me.”

Dr Ramsey didn’t move, he was studying Cheng’s face and very intensely. Cheng could actually feel as his eyes traced his every feature. Dr Ramsey’s resolve waved, and he sighed.

“I’ll help you research,” persisted Cheng and gestured around. “Here’s good, right? Nobody will know, and I will just swing by after my shifts.”

And Dr Ramsey nodded.

“Well,” Cheng added hurriedly. “Unless it’s Friday.” He saw the other flinch, and Cheng blurted out. “That is, I will come still. But at eight I leave for half an hour and call gran. I do it every week.” Cheng looked away, over Dr Ramsey’s shoulder and through the window at the night city lights. “She’s all I got. Worried about how I manage in the big city and all. We lived in a small town.”

“Oh. Sorry, I–“

“Never mind.” Cheng shook his head. “You do wonder about my parents, don’t you?” He bent forward and scratched Jenner behind the ears. “My father died when I was three. Got killed.”

Cheng fell silent and glanced at his empty wine glass. Seemed to follow his gaze, Dr Ramsey stood up and topped both glasses again.

“Thanks.” Cheng pulled on a weak smile. The corners of his lips quivered. It felt so fake Cheng huffed a laugh. “I need that.” He took a large gulp.

“And your mother?”

Cheng laughed again. A deeper, more eerie sound. Glanced at Dr Ramsey, then into his glass and drenched the wine. “She killed him,” Cheng whispered. “They say she was slipping into madness after giving birth to me. Gran grabbed me and ran for the States. That’s it. Ugh.”

Cheng dashed to his right but couldn’t keep on his feet and landed straight onto Dr Ramsey’s lap. The other flinched, caught him in his arms still, as Cheng effortlessly snatched the half-full wine glass from his hand and downed it as well.

“You know,” Cheng whispered. He didn’t move, Dr Ramsey’s arms still secure around him, “the worst part is that gran blames herself for that.” He felt that grip tighten. “Because she insisted father married my mother. Gran thought she would make a perfect wife, and see where it landed us... a mess.” And Cheng leaned into the embrace as well.

His forehead pressed firmly against Dr Ramsey’s shoulder.

— — —-

Dr Ethan Ramsey... had no idea what to do. Honestly, there were a few things that would leave him so utterly lost, and Dr Cheng Lee has recently moved up that list. The very same intern shifted on his lap and lay back. He was now halfway sitting, still right on his lap, back against the arm of the sofa and legs draped over Ethan’s.

Ethan froze. He felt... confused. And yet Cheng looked so comfortable, so peaceful compared to the pained look the memories brought him.

Ethan wouldn’t move. He flexed his fingers midair but couldn’t resist touching, titling Cheng to his chest, his arms wrapped safely around the smaller form. He felt... besotted. Now, that was bad. One hell of bad.

Ethan closed his eyes and breathed out. Jenner raised his head and rolled over to lie next to Ethan’s feet.

“Gran supports me,” Cheng mumbled, and Ethan flinched. He glanced at him, but Cheng didn’t seem to be awake. His chest was rising steadily, and it calmed Ethan at least the intern won’t remember it. Again.

Ethan groaned silently. It was even worse than that time at intense care! Then Cheng snuggled against him but now... Well, now he decided to drape himself all over Ethan’s lap!

“In anything. You know, I saw her... my mother. Father lying at her feet, blood all over the floor.” A muffled chuckle, more of a soft gasp, escaped his lips. “I was afraid of women till primary school. Then just of women of a very particular height and build. It got better from that, gran always had my back.”

Ethan sighed and gave in. His palms slid around the warm body, one settling on the lower of Cheng’s back. The other traced up to the side of Cheng’s face, fingertips barely grazing skin.

Cheng snuggled against Ethan’s chest, and the other held him even tighter.

“And now?” mumbled Cheng. “Well, I just don’t see myself in a relationship with one.”

Ethan had no idea what he was to do with that piece of information.

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A Little Push | Peter Kavinsky

Request: could i pls have peter k x reader where reader always roasts him/teases him and he just laughs along and its all good but there’s this one day where he’s in another state for wtvr reason (they talk like 25/8 lmao) and she calls him and just quietly says like “hey… i miss u” and his heart is just dying bcos she’s usually not that open with affection and all and he just loves her even more :’)) thank u i love ur work !!

A/N: thank you for the support, and your request! It was a challenge but as I always say I love a challenge, anyway sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy it!

words: 1473

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I ruffled Peter’s hair as I walked by him, taking my seat behind him with a grin on my lips, listening as he complained about his hair being even more messed up now.

“Relax its only English class who are you trying to impress Kavinsky?” I teased, leaning close to him, resting my chin on my hand.

“Ha ha very funny, I didn’t have time to do my hair alright? This is still my bed head so thank you for contributing to it.” He finished with a yawn and my heart swelled.

Peter was ridiculously cute and I hated him for it, because he knew it. He could play any girl like a fiddle, myself included, but instead of fawning over him like every other girl. I became his friend, treated him like any other guy, teased him, and became someone more than a love interest.

Even then, I still had the biggest crush on him.

/

“So what do you have for lunch?” Peter asked ‘curiously’, though already knowing the answer. I knew him well enough to know he was still hungry and this was just his way of asking if he could have some of mine.

“The best sandwich in town of course, same as every Friday.” I answered with a smile on my lips.

“I don’t get why you don’t let me drive you to school on Fridays, like I would drive you to the sandwich shop in the morning and to school, it’s no big deal.” He explained as I placed down a napkin, placing his side of the sandwich on it then sliding it over to him.

“I know but I just don’t want you to go out of your way for me. Really I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not, I mean you always half this with me, it’s the least I could do for you, but you won’t let me.” He shrugged, picking up the sandwich and taking a bite of it. Dramatically moaning at the taste making me laugh, “Fuck this is so good.” He spoke with his mouth full making me roll my eyes at his grossness.

“I love you.” He mumbled and my eyes widened, I didn’t know if he was talking to me or the sandwich (since he was eating it so intimately).

I smiled watching him happily eat, but soon the smile faded from my lips as I realised how deeply I felt for Peter, and that fact that he would never feel the same about me.

Apparently Peter noticed my change in mood and put down his glorious sandwich, while I was consumed in my thoughts. He moved closer to me, noticing the blank stare of my eyes as I became more depressed.

“Hey are you okay?” He questioned, placing his hand on my arm, pulling me away from my thoughts and I looked into his eyes.

There was so much concern and worry in them so I just faked a smile and laughed “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I tried lying through my teeth, even though I knew that Peter knew I was lying.

However, instead of insisting I tell him what was wrong, like he usually did, he shrugged and moved away from me, sitting further than he was before. And I felt hurt. Worried even. Did Peter finally grow tired of nature of closing myself off from people, and hiding my true feelings?

I frowned to myself all throughout lunch, as no other words were exchanged between the two of us, not even when it was time to say goodbye. Peter just left. He didn’t even look at me, let alone say anything. This was so unlike Peter, usually he would chase me to class just to give me a goodbye hug, but I guess he’s finally tired of me.

/

Finally walking out of school, I felt a little bit better. I was free to go home and sleep, or if I was wise, study. I had forgotten about my dilemma with Peter for the moment. That was until I watched him walked right past me, with Gen. A girl who truly took Peter for granted, even above me; I always told Peter that she was toxic and he deserved much better, and he would always agree but maybe he was going back to his old ways.

I regrettably stared as they walked to his car, he opened the door for her and I swear Gen held a smug smirk on her lips just for me; she knew I was staring and wanted to rub it in my face. She hated me because I stood against everything she did. I stopped her from bullying people like Lara Jean, put her in her place when she stuck her head in other people’s business and made sure she knew she wasn’t above anyone, especially Peter. I suppose now she was ecstatic that we were finally separated.

I looked at Peter and his eyes met mine, my heart stopped for a second, hope brimming inside me, but he quickly turned away and shook his head; slamming the passenger door of his car shut, making Gen jump, and me flinch.

/

I laid in my bed, reading a book, trying to distract myself from the aching hole inside me, I was missing something, or someone. Usually on a Friday night I was with Peter, either watching a movie, studying or just talking, but tonight, obviously, Peter wasn’t with me. He was with Gen.

I couldn’t blame him. Truly, I would only scold him for talking to Gen, that is if he ever talked to me again (so dramatic lol).

I missed him. He’s my Peter Kavinsky, and if I didn’t want to lose him I knew I had to tell him how I really felt about him.

I picked up my phone, not fighting the smile that tugged on my lips as I viewed my lock screen; it was Peter and I at the beach, he was sat behind me as we sat together watching the sunset on my birthday. He had surprised me with a trip to the beach, my all-time favourite place, and we stayed there for hours.

I wasn’t going to give up this boy without a fight. I had to call him.

Luckily for me he picked up after a couple of rings.

“Hello.” He answered with his naturally husky voice, and I froze, I had no idea what I was going to say, “Um hello Y/n?”

So I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth, “Hey… I miss you.”

The line went silent, and I assumed Peter had hung up on me, but what I didn’t know what that Peter was actually speechless, I had never done anything like this before i.e. tell him how I felt, so he had no idea what to do.

“Can I come over?” He asked quickly, not wanting to waste any time and I chuckled.

“Yes. Please do.”

/

I sat on my porch waiting for Peter to pull up and the second he did I jumped up, and he without even turning off his car, threw open his door and opened his arms to me, which I immediately jumped into. I wrapped myself around him and took in his presence.

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and cried onto his hoodie. He stroked my hair softly and continued to repeat that everything’s going be okay. I pulled away to stare into his hazel eyes and saw something I had never seen before, love maybe, and I knew I shouldn’t hold anything back anymore.

“I love you Peter, I have ever since I first met you. Even if you don’t return my feelings, I needed to tell you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Gosh for someone so bright, I can’t believe you never saw it.”

“Saw what?” I asked confused.

“The fact that I love you Y/N. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have stuck by you all these years, because you are the most difficult person to handle, but I am so madly in love with you that it didn’t matter, and I know I don’t belong anywhere else but right beside you. You just needed a little push to tell me how you really felt.” He smiled that perfect smile of his and I rolled my eyes, not liking that he played me like this but he was right, we both knew it.

“God I hate you.” I mumbled, moving my lips closer to his.

“I think you mean love.”

“No, I’m sure I meant hate.” I grinned and finally pressed my lips against his. Instantly feeling the fireworks, and I knew, like Peter said, I belonged right here, with him.

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Masterlist

Heyyyy thanks for reading this, just want to give a big shout out to my followers and anyone that shows me love, it means the world to me ♡ I’ve been getting a lot of requests and support about my writing and it makes me really happy...Meaning I’m working hard to write more Peter Kavinsky/Noah Centineo (coming soon) to make you guys happy 💖 I love you all so much, so don’t forget to request your little hearts out

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Red. [1]

Red (n.)

Red could signify the color of love, passion, determination, and strength. Red could also signify blood, fire, war, desire and energy. Red is an emotionally intense color.

Title: Red

Words: 4.7k

AU: Yandere/Obssessive relationship 

Characters: Jungkook x Reader. Hoseok x Reader. OT7.

Warnings: 17+ explicit language, angst!angst!angst!, slight implications of smut, some fluff and soft moments (super fucking sappy), noona kink (if you squint reaaaaally hard), yandere/obsessive relationship (this isnt a healthy relationship and i dont promote any of this), mentions of killing, hallucinations, has very descriptive angst!!

Summary: “After the things that happened, you decided to start anew. Everything was how you thought it would be; it was simple but perfect–until you saw your name on a black envelope. Out of curiosity, you opened it; and now, you wish you didn’t.”

LIST FOR RED

CHAPTER 1

You held your phone to your ear using your shoulder. You huffed as you tried to multi-task being on the phone, walking to class and carrying a shoulder bag, laptop, books and a cup of coffee in your arms. “Can you please just do it? I have to head back to Jimin’s because he left his wallet.”

“____, as much as I love you, I will not go to your brother’s house without you. You know the look he gives me for being with you already– and you want me to go there to drop off your boxes for you.” You chuckled as he rambled and emphasized on the task you requested him to do.

“Babe, that’s just how he looks at everyone, okay? And plus, you’re bigger than him. I remember having a man for a boyfriend not a baby.” you giggle as you teased him.

“For fucks sake, ____, Your brother is a fucking cop. He looks like he hates me and he is a licensed official who can put me behind bars for, I don’t know, laughing at you when you do some stupid shit” You laugh at this because you know you’re one hell of a klutz.

“I’ll give you a blowjob if you do it” You whispered into the phone, nonchalantly. As expected, there is a small pause until you heard a groan.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You owe me big time, baby girl.”

You ended the call and texted your brother saying that Jungkook is heading over to drop off your things for your parents.

—

Bro

[12:34] Y/N: yoon

[12:34] Y/N: Jk is heading over there to bring my stuff

[12:35] Y/N: u home right?

[12:37] Bro: Nah

[12:37] Bro: not home work called but Mina is home she shuld be awake

[12:38] Y/N: Mkay ill tell him

[12:40] Bro: 👍🏻

—

Jeon♡

[12:45] Y/N: Hes not home but Mina is

[12:47] Jeon♡: Ok yessssss

[12:47] Jeon♡: but im still expecting something 👀

[12:47] Y/N: fck outta here jeon and do what u gotta do

[12:47] Jeon♡: Damn ok live u

[12:47] Jeon♡: love*** ♥️♥️

[12:48] Y/N: 🥰 love you 2

—

You shoved your phone in your bag and walked to the library. The weather was really nice. it complimented how you were dressed up for today.

Thank God, it was just for today.

Your Art Club meeting is really gonna screw you up. You really hope you ace this meeting since you stayed up all night making the power point. You’re also drowning yourself in caffeine and hoping it doesn’t spill on your new blouse. The branded shirt costed you more than your monthly grocery; and it’s not like you find it a hassle to be stylish but it’s definitely something different. It’s way different than the go-to vans and a pair of jeans with the Uni’s hoodie. Oh how you wished that’s what you were wearing right now.

After the meeting, you walked up the steps and opened the door to the University’s library. You were greeted by Namjoon, who was on his way out.

“Hey, ____. What brings you here? It isn’t Thursday today, is it?” He asked you casually while checking his Gold Casio watch. Namjoon is used to your frequent visits to the library. After working in the library for 4 out of 5 years of his Uni life, he’s accustomed to seeing you on the same desk, at the second floor, by the window. Sometimes, you’re caught doing homework, checking out Literature books or books of Art History, or probably just reading a comic book or webtoon that Jungkook told you about.

“Oh no, It’s Tuesday but I just needed to catch up with some work” accidentally bumping your elbow to the door causing you to almost drop your books but luckily, Namjoon’s instincts were fast. You quietly thanked him. “I got math to do”

“Well then,” He turned and waved “Ms. Ryu is expecting me. Good luck with math”

“Alrightie, see ya”

You walked to your usual spot and placed your laptop on the desk. You opened it and typed in the password. You grinned at the screensaver.

Oh god, it never fails to make you smile.

It was a screenshotted picture of Jungkook with ice cream of his face on your second date. It was a funny memory if you recall what happened.

“Stopppp, you’re going too hard. I might fly up” You said giggling and holding on the seesaw like it meant your life depended on it. Technically, it kind of did.

“Okay okay, i’m sorry” he said laughing at how you looked.

Both of you continued using the seesaw while casually talking about nonsense like what if aliens came and decided to rule Earth or if there was a zombie apocalypse, what you would do.

“Now that I think about it, I would find it weird that there’s two grown adults using a seesaw and eating ice cream– BUT CUTE” saying it with emphasis.

“Your right, it’s not something you see everyday” He shrugged and laughed and went back to lick his ice cream.

“Yeah, you don’t see muscle pig tatted good looking e-boy eating ice cream while using a seesaw, everyday” You teasingly said.

“What was that?” He said looking at you. You knew that he heard because his ears were starting to turn red but it didn’t stop his lips altering to a smile hearing the compliment. It was probably even boosting his ego hearing that the girl he likes called him good looking. He knew that and he always, mentally, thanked his parents and the Man above for mixing his genes well.

“Huh?” biting your lip, smiling and trying not to laugh “Oh nothing” shaking your head. You took out your phone to take a snapchat video of him holding onto the seesaw with his ice cream cone on the other hand.

He urged you to repeat it, not because of what you said, but because of how the blush crept up your face as you said it. He noticed how red your cheeks has gotten and how you adorable it is to see you this flustered.

“Say it” he whined, exaggerating the act knowing that he was being recorded. He bounced a little hard on the seesaw which caused you to jump a little. He smirked at your shocked look.

“Hmm, You wanna play that game huh?” Still taking a video, you playfully copied what he did to you which caused him to jump a little forward and the ice cream on his hand, now on the ground. His chin and mouth covered in with the dessert and his black shirt having evidence of the incident.  

“Awwww Jungkook, I’m sorry” You cooed and pouting at him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of you as you walked towards him, zooming into his face. He had a fake pout and a slight smile. Putting your phone at the back of your pocket, you took the napkin from around your cone and started to wipe his chin.

“I’m so sowwyyy”

He stared at you mischievously. You glanced into his eyes and continued to wipe his chin. He pulled your wrist down and held the sides of your face and gave you a peck on the lips. You gasp at the sudden kiss but also the feeling of the sticky sugar treat around your mouth.

“It’s okay, now we’re even” He said laughing at you, with the little pout on your face.

You smile at the memory. It reminds you how lucky you got when meeting Jungkook because not only is he caring, smart and loving, he can also be a dickhead who doesn’t take people’s shit. The duality, right? But hey, with the exception of your brother, Yoongi. He kind of isn’t ashamed to admit to you that your brother is quite intimidating and, sometimes, scare him. You’re pretty sure your brother also enjoys seeing Jungkook shit his pants whenever he sees him. His career choice, of being a police officer just adds up to the thrill of it. Although, Jungkook could be a bit younger than you, it doesn’t stop Yoongi from being protective of you. But that’s only if he is judging based on façade. Besides, he’s known Jungkook for long enough to know that he’s a keeper.

The loud sound of a book falling by the computer area brought you back to reality. You sighed and took out your math handout and begin on working out the problems.

“Now back to this shit.” You muttered. You didn’t mind doing your assignments and homework but what really irked you is that your professor never collects it. It was just the usual. He gives out assignments, expects you to do them and then pop quiz at the end of the month.

Taking a break, you leaned back into the chair and took a sip of the ice coffee you brought. You looked around while stretching and cracked your joints. It sent you a wave of relief throughout your body after solving, for God knows how long, algebra equations. You checked your phone and realized you’ve been sitting down, doing your work for 47 mins.

You stared out the window enjoying the scenery of the field and the school’s garden. What caught your eye is a group walking to the parking lot, but in this group you saw someone who thought would be familiar. You tilted your head trying to identify this person. It made you move closer to the window and you sat there with your chin on your hand, squinting your eyes for better focus. It was as if you were burning holes into this person’s back. Ironically, It was like he felt the heat behind him and he turned around. He turned around to face who could be his friends. Seeing his face, it sent chills down your spine. Blinking and shaking your head, thinking that you could be hallucinating or day-dreaming. You looked up again and couldn’t make out who they were because their friends were blocking the one who you wanted to see. Your mind became blank once again and you looked at your ice coffee.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking you, you’re starting to make me see things” you thought.

You thought that it could be the coffee. It’s already your 4th cup for the day. Although, at this rate, you don’t know if your body is immune to it because you still feel sluggish as you did this morning. You hold your head with both hands, elbows on the table, feeling a slight headache. It’s like feeling all your brain cells dying because of the caffeine overdose. You decided to shake it off and continue doing your work.

You were startled when the chair in front of you and beside you was pulled open and there sat Jimin and Taehyung. Your hands placed on your chest, you swore you that you just let out a loud shriek causing people to look at your direction.

“What the fu– don’t just randomly do that you shitheads” You whisper-yelled. You try to recover from the sudden appearance of the playful couple.

“We saw you here, hope you don’t mind we come and join you on your little study sesh”

“Not at all” You said “Oh yeah, here,” You searched in your bag for the thick leather wallet and handed it to him “Good thing you came”

"Thought you would be in class?” You asked while he shoves his wallet at the back of his pocket

“Well we finished early, Mr. Xing said he’s gonna call off for the day”

“Yeah, Poor man, been coughing all day and couldn’t sound out a syllable”

“What’s up, ____. Looking like you were shitting bricks before we gave you reason to shit bricks. What is that?” He came closer to check the assignment I was doing and to his dismay, it was math.

“Oou, well, that explains, but you good?”

“Yeah, head hurts and was thinking ‘bout some things” you mumbled.

“Well, you gotta stop overthinking, it gives you wrinkles. ‘N you know what they say about wrinkles~ they’re a sign of old age~”

“Wow, Thanks Tae” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the two. You stayed in the library with Jimin and Taehyung talking and doing assignments and projects.

Now, you are found in Jimin’s car, releasing stress by singing your souls out to 2000s R&B. You insisted that you walk but, of course, he didn’t take no for an answer.

You were born in Daegu but your family moved to Seoul when you and Yoongi were very young. A few years ago, you decided to move in with your brother and his wife. Despite being born in the area, you felt out of place until you met Jimin and Taehyung. They were your the first set of friends that you met when you moved to Daegu. It was an easy friendship because not only that they attended DAU, Daegu Arts University, you three have the same Art History class. You’re not gonna lie but you might have had the slightest crush on Jimin during first year of Uni–that was until you find out the two were together. Hey, it didn’t hurt though, the two were like soulmates.

Checking your phone, you saw time was only 4:27 PM. You sighed realizing that you’ll have the apartment to yourself until Jungkook comes home, from his shift at the tattoo parlour, later tonight.

He was already working there when you met him. He moved away from Busan to pursue his dream in music. He asked his parents if he could move to Daegu and attend DAU. Of course, it took a toll on his parents but they let him do what he wanted. The best thing they could do was support their son on his dream; He aced a job at a tattoo parlour and he has little shows at the bars downtown, all while he was studying. He realized that it gave him satisfaction and he, secretly, took a break from school–which now, it led to him being a full-time worker at the well-known tattoo parlour. He finds that it’s nothing different if he would have finished; seeing that he didn’t need to be a college graduate to get his job. Despite those circumstances, his creativity and love for Art and Music gets him paid; and that’s what matters to him and you–that he’s happy.

“Alright,” You shut the door and tapped on the trunk “thanks boys, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, bye, _____. Sleep well tonight, You look too sleep deprived”

“I will, drive safe, text me when you’re home”

You walked up the stairs and reached your apartment. You entered the code of the door’s lock and the door makes sound, signaling you that the doors open. You entered, taking off your shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack. Walking towards the living room, you put your bag on the ground next to the counter which separates the living room and kitchen. Plopping down on the couch, you sighed in relief of the feeling being home and laying at the soft surface. You focused on listening to the humming of the air conditioner and then you felt your eyelids becoming heavy with every tick of the clock.  

You were awoken by the smell of food and it made you realize how hungry you were; smelling the food definitely made your stomach growl that you felt the strong vibrations. You sat up and looked around and adjusted your vision to the light. You turned around and saw Jungkook’s back. You stood up and quickly stretched and walked towards him. As you approached him, he turned around and noticed your sleepy figure about to engulf him, which was intended to be a back hug.

“Hi sleepy” He says. He placed the spoon and tupperware on the counter, hugged you back in return and left a kiss on your temple. You hummed and just hugged him tighter. Inhaling his scent of body soap and aftershave.

“Mina gave me some food when I went over there; She said you should try it and gave us a lot of it” You hummed in response.

“What is it?” Your voice husky from sleeping

“It’s a chicken stew. C’mon, get ready we’ll have dinner in a few, I’m already making rice”

“I wanna stay like this still” Your hold became tighter and he just rubbed your back. Your hunger was replaced by the feeling of ease and comfort in his embrace. You moved your face from his chest and faced him with your eyes closed and smiled at him.

“Don’t forget your little promise, baby.” He said while placing kisses all over your face. His hands sliding up and down your back and moved to grope your ass, giving it a little slap. Your eyes opened and fake disappointment washed over you.

“I really thought it was going to be a sweet moment, Jeon. You really had-” He cut you with a peck on the lips.“-to say that.” He chuckled.

“C’mon, Noona, I can be really sweet.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh my god, you’re really fucking lucky I’m a sub or else, i would have-” You cut yourself off and you smirked at him.

“Hm, feisty now, isn’t she?” You remove yourself from him and grab a cup to drink a glass of water.

“I’m sorry, JK. I’m exhausted today. I promise, on date night, okay?”

“Something happened today? I saw how busted you look on the couch when I came home– didn’t wanna wake you until I finished heating up the food” Now it was his turn to hug you first. He sat on the stool and pulled you by your shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist. He stared at you with his doe eyes until you finished drinking and placing the glass on the counter.

“Just a club meeting but I didn’t sleep last night. I had to finish the powerpoint and afterwards, I went to the library to finish off somethin’. Jimin and Tae was with me though, no worries. They dropped me home too so.” You sighed and look at him.

“That was the meeting you were talking about right? How was it? How’d it go?” He asked

“Remember the man I told you about?” He hummed in response “Well, he seemed really impressed with my presentation and the art display we made and he spoke about visiting again,” You began playing with the long strands of his fluffy, wavy hair “He said that he’ll think about doing a workshop, all expenses paid, for learning art techniques and maybe even visiting the national museum”

“I’m proud of you, ____. I know you worked hard for that. You know, being the Co-President of the Art Club.” He gushes as he rubbed circle with his thumb on your waist.

“Oh my– stop, let me get changed” You tapped his chest and leaned forward to peck his nose. 

You walked out the kitchen and headed to the bedroom and stripped to your underwear. You grabbed a towel heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. You gargled with some mouthwash and change into some boy shorts and Jungkook’s oversized sweatshirt.  

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“____, the table’s ready!”

“Coming, coming!”

You skipped to the kitchen and sat on the high stool opposite of Jungkook’s. You both ate dinner and shoving the last chunk of carrot into your mouth, you stacked the dishes and placed them in the sink.

“Are you scheduled to play tonight?” You asked turned your head to him as you washed the utensils.

“Yeah, Hyung said to meet at the subway. I’ll probably head out at around 30 35 mins from now?” He said questioningly, turning to look at the wall clock. It was currently 7:50 PM.

“Yup, in 30 mins or so– oh and please don’t wait up for me again. Am not sure when I’m coming but I’ll come home before it hits 1, okay?” He informs you while he removes his top and heads to the bathroom.

A little story of Jungkook and Seokjin’s relationship, Seokjin is Jungkook’s good friend who helped him move to Daegu. Jungkook and Seokjin were pretty much like roommates before you came into the picture. Besides being roommates, the pair were performers at the local bar.

That’s also how you met Jungkook. You saw him and Seokjin performing a ballad when you were with your group of friends. Eunbi, your close friend and also Seokjin’s girlfriend, introduced you to them that same night. You thought he was very attractive–like duh, who wouldn’t? You both talked and got to know some things about each other and it led to both of you exchanging numbers, texting often, meeting up for coffee or lunch. Several months later, that’s when he decided to ask you to make it official. You would visit their apartment often; it can be whenever they practiced ballads and their self-composed songs or you guys decide to have a movie night with Seokjin and Eunbi. For others, it may sound like the relationship was rushed for deciding to live together 1 year and 3 months into the relationship. It didn’t feel wrong though–as cliche as it sounds. You felt that this new start was something just like you imagined it would be.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Jungkook bent down to grab his bag that was next to you and to kiss your forehead.

“I’m heading out.” He slings the big black backpack on and walked towards the door. He stood by the front of the door struggling to put on his sneakers. “Sleep early my love” he sang stretching out each syllable. You giggled at the soft curse he did when he nearly stumbled over the slippers behind him.

“Take care,” You turned your head to look at him and to surprise you noticed his outfit.  “Oh my.. Please tell me you have a light shirt in your bag. You really gotta stop wearing all black. It’s too dark outside kook. Trust me, I’ll really buy you some twinkle toes” You said worriedly, remembering the incident that almost happened a few days ago. Stupid driver + Late night + Boyfriend in dark clothing + Walking = Not a good combination.

“Don’t worry, _____. Look, I got the shoes with the light reflectors. It’s not twinkle toes but it’s something” He smugly said with hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Okay, love you, text me if anything. Go sleep early for real, it’s an order”

“Love you too” You said sending him a flying kiss, to which he pretended to catch and smack on his cheek before he closed the door.

You decided to get ready for bed. You turned off the lights in the living room, kitchen and the mini hallway. You walked in the bathroom to do your skin care and brush your teeth. You walked in the bedroom while using your phone, checking for updates on your social media. Peeling the covers open, you laid down and tucked yourself in. You set an early alarm for the next day and put your phone down. You stared at the wall, deep in thought. You were reminded of the familiar face you saw when you were at the library. Yes, it’s been almost roughly 5 years but sometimes you can’t help but remember the painful memories. It was still vivid to you. You rubbed your face with your hands.

“I can’t believe you would do something like that. Do you not trust me?”

“___, What the fuck are you talking about? I trust you! Why are yo-” You scoffed.

“What do you mean, what the fuck I’m talking about, you know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about.” You turned to face him.

“____.” He calmly looks at you and held your arm but you pulled away.

“Why the fuck would you send threats to my classmate? I told you we were just doing a project and it’s not like we were alone… I don’t even know him that well for you to accuse me of something”

“I didn’t even accuse you of anything, ___. Stop saying shit right now.” He rolled his eyes and turned away from you. You looked at him is disbelief.

“So texting someone like ‘hey, im ___’s boyfriend, and i need you to back tf away from her. I see the way you look at her’ blah blah blah and ‘if not, i know where you live and i swear ill torture tf outta you’ is not a threat? You’re already accusing me and someone else for doing something we didn’t do” He noticed your rage and turned around and walked towards you.

“___, It’s not like that, i prom-” You cut him off

“And you pulled a knife on him…” You say softly.

“W-what? H-how… What are you saying right now, ___. You sound stupid” There was a pregnant pause until you couldn’t hold back a hiccup. Your tears running down your face.

“I saw you. In the parking lot. After you dropped me off, I was gonna run after you when I saw that I left my bottle behind and there you were…” You looked up at him with glossy eyes

“There was my fucking boyfriend with a knife on my classma–” You jokingly said, with enthusiasm, as you turned around waving your arms towards your boyfriend as if you were talking to an audience. You nervously chuckled at the situation. You were in disbelief that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You choked back the sob.  

That night was when you realized your boyfriend was fucking crazy. He was out of his mind. It was just like what those movies would talk about when the lead character has a girlfriend and she’s literally crazy; doing anything to get his attention. Except it was the opposite, it was him and definitely not you. What scares you the most is that, it happened, not twice, but more than 5 times. It’s not like how the movie depicts it to be anymore. It’s reality and much more scarier than that. He doesn’t know but you know he’s the one who stares at you from across the room of where you sat. You know, that he’s the reason why some people don’t talk to you the way they used to. It was all because of him your life started to feel like a living hell.

You shook the memories away. You checked your phone. 9:39 PM.

“That’s the past” You muttered to yourself.

“That’s way in the past, ___. You’re here now, Almost 5 years. You’re just hallucinating this again” You sighed. You reached to the nightstand and drank some water. You opened the voice recording app on your phone and clicked on the file that Jungkook made.

He knows about your story. He knows about everything. He knows why you moved and why you decided to change your life; and you loved how supportive he was of it. You can’t stress enough how thankful you are to be with someone like Jungkook.

File: a_lullaby_for_my_someone.mp3

“Hi, _____” His clear voice filling the quiet room “,I know you aren’t sleeping right now–and that explains why you turned to this recording, Ha. Anyways, That’s why I made this very special lullaby for you. Here’s my rendition to our song…”

And that’s when he started strumming the guitar.

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

You placed your phone on his side of the bed and hugged a pillow. Finally adjusting your sleeping position, you closed your eyes and your previous thoughts were pushed aside as you focus on your boyfriend’s singing

Squeeze me oh so tight

Show me that you love me too

Your breathing becoming slower and free from panic

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won’t you kiss me once, baby

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love

[lilchangbinnie]

Ooohhh. A messy meet, kinda like a cute meet, but messy. Strangers to lovers maybe "did u seriously just say that out loud?" Lee Minho?? 💟💟

The aroma of waffle cones hit your nostrils as soon as you swing the glass door open. Even though you could clearly see people from the outside, you didn’t really notice how long the line was to order until you actually walked in. The pretty place was already little to begin with, having only three circular tables by the glass walls. So you’d be standing there for a while before you even got to order.

In the mean time, you occupied yourself on your phone while the line moved slowly. At some point you were closer to ordering and decided to take a look at the options so you had an idea of what you wanted when your turn came. There was a variety of flavor, toppings, combinations, absolutely everything. And when you say everything, you mean everything.

Even the sizings on the cups were presented to have certain names instead of your normal small, medium, large. Well in this case, they weren’t names but phrases like “like it”, “love it” and “gotta have it”. You found them extremely inconvenient and stupid. It felt weird having to say such phrases while referring to the food you’re ordering but it was your first time there so you just assumed thats how things worked.

The feeling doubled as you got closer to the front and it tripled as you saw the workers upfront. They were all men, but not just men, handsome men. Each of them looked like they were celebrities, instagram famous or something similar.

But there was one in particular that caught your eye. He had a cap on but you could still the blueberry colored hair peaking from it, he had a few piercings adorning his ears and his little smile he gave to the people he was serving really topped it all off. Suddenly you found yourself praying to the Gods above to please oh please not let him take your order. Having to talk to such a cute guy was hard as it is, put having to make a ridiculous order on top and you were done.

While you raced through your thoughts trying to figure out a plan B just incase, the person in front of you had order and it was your turn. In that moment the blue haired boy walked away from the cash register and looked back at the line, eyes locking with yours. You were fucked.

He walked over, putting new gloves on to make your ice cream and he looked up with a warm smile.

“Hello! Welcome to Freeztone, what would you like to order this afternoon?” he said not too enthusiastic to seem fake but not monotone enough to seem like he hated his job.

“Um, h-hello...” you said as your mind suddenly went in a blank state as soon as his full attention was on you. After what felt like a minute but was probably 5 seconds, he hummed signaling you to continue.

You took a deep breath and went for it. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

“Oh, sorry. I’ll get a... like it of birthday cake with sprinkles as toppings.”

There was a fat silence for a few seconds where the guy just stared at you with his expression now completely blank. Then in a second, he broke with soft laughter holding his chest with his gloved hand. You would immediately feel like dropping dead right then and there of it wasn’t for his cute laugh distracting you.

“Did you seriously just say that out loud?” he attempted to ask in between giggles.

Just kill me please, you thought. You could feel your cheeks firing up.

“I mean, that’s what the sizing chart says right? I said it right.” you say, trying to mask your current state of embarrassment but thanks to your cheeks, you couldn’t really hide much.

He stopped laughing but a sloppy grin remained as he seemed to examine your face. Your cheeks were firing up even more.

“That chart is pretty old now, we just keep it up for the aesthetic.”

“...”

“Is it your first time coming here?”

You nodded your head and he ahhh’d, understanding the situation.

“I hope this misunderstanding didn’t turn your first time into a bad experience. Other than that, I understood what you meant but I recommend for future visits, just say the normal sizing because my coworkers are all clowns and would possibly embarrass you.”

You thought about how you were already embarrassed but in reality he wasn’t being mean or purposely laughing at you. You appreciated that and also the fact that even with a jam packed store, he took a bit of time to explain the terms to use next time.

After he made your childish and sugary concoction, he walked to the cash register to charge your order. You already knew an approximate of how much it would cost but what you didn’t expect is for the total cost to be less than 5 dollars. You looked at him bewildered by the price but he didn’t meet your glaze.

“Wait, did you put it my order right? I’m sure it was at least six or something...”

He chuckled lightly lifting his glaze from the cash register to you. He smiled and said “It’s your first time here so i’ll got you a little newcomers discount. Also you pretty much made my day with your order, so yeah.”

You opened your mouth to reply then closed it not knowing what to reply. You wanted to tell him that you’d pay the full price but he didn’t seem to be bothered by reducing a few dollars from your purchase so you let it go.

You payed and he handed your order. Before walking off he gave you the receipt and waved goodbye. You waved back and let out a deep sigh as soon as you stepped out of the store. You were about to crumble up the receipt on your hand and throw it in the nearest trash bin but you didn’t. A small smile blossomed in your face as you read,

“I’d really like it if I saw you again xxx-xxx-xxxx”

[studentdirectorajay]

Tis’ The Season For Crushing Pt. 2

pairing: ajay x f!MC (Valentina)

summary: Ajay and MC had drifted apart after the end of rehearsals, only to be brought together once again by the magic of the holidays.

tags: @tuesday-storm @spiffing-choices-unicorn (anyone else lemme know if u wanna be tagged. part one link will be added later)

Parked on the couch, Ajay found himself truly relaxing for the first time in months. He hadn't realised how tired school had made him, until on the first day of break he had parked his butt on the couch for about forty eight hours and felt zero inclination to move. And, he didn't even feel bad about it at all.

Ajay himself wasn't one for the holiday spirit, but he certainly enjoyed curling up in front of the TV watching some corny movies. Corny romance movies that satisfied the secret romantic within him. At one point he had fallen asleep, and scenes from all the movies he had watched were all blended together with him and Valentina at the center. He even remembered feeling a blurry kiss, and then he woke up, feeling warm and sweaty and his stomach a pit of longing.

Luckily, Erin would call just a day later, telling him the time, day and location for the snowball fight.

The wide expanse of Highland Park was coated with a deep layer of fresh, sparkling snow that had fallen overnight. As Ajay settled his car into a free parking space, he noticed Valentina standing on the sidewalk alone, looking positively tiny, bundled up to her nose in a long, stylish white coat and a thick baby blue scarf with matching hat and mittens. Ajay pulled on his own black gloves before sliding out of his car. His eyes met hers, and he breathed in sharply seeing her eyes light up. Valentina bounded over, and without thinking Ajay opened his arms, bracing himself as she pounced on him. It had been a while since they'd shared a hug and Ajay almost had forgotten just how good it felt.

"Ajay you're here!" Valentina squealed. Ajay smirked down at the girl, giving her a small pat on the head.

"I sure am. I couldn't miss the chance to pelt you with a snowball or two. Better than staying in doing nothing, right?"

Valentina nodded, looking serious. "Right!" She grinned and fake saluted. "And I'm glad I'll get the chance to pelt you with a few snowballs of my own!"

"Hah! I'd like to see you try. I--"

"Hey you two!" Erin walked up to Valentina and Ajay, seeming to have come from out of thin air. "Both of you got here before everyone else; just like you used to do during rehearsal."

"So how long is this supposed to last?" Ajay asked, folding his arms over his chest. 

Valentina elbowed him gently."Don't tell me you have work to do!" Then she looked at Erin. "I'm hoping this lasts until we all drop dead of hypothermia!" Valenitna couldn’t help but cackle loudly.

"Only you could make macabre jokes cute and not disturbing somehow. Right Ajay?" Erin’s tone was quick and light, and she jutted her chin in Ajay’s direction. Immediately, he shot a glare over towards Erin. He was hoping she would leave the teasing alone for today but he should've known better.

Erin clapped her hands together. "Alright so what about this, since we're the first ones here, we can get gather our snowballs and give a surprise ambush on the others. What do y'all say?"

Ajay and Valentina looked at each other, smiling at the same time.

It was only a short while before Erin, Ajay and Valentina were joined by several of the other theatre kids. At first, everyone stuck to their mini teams, but soon it was looking like every man for themself. Ajay tossed snowball after snowball at Valentina, delighting in the funny expressions and noises she made when she got hit. He had been ignoring everyone else in fact, at least until he got pelted by a random flurry of loosely mishappen snowballs, courtesy of Natalie and Clint.

Just for a moment, Ajay turned his back, until he heard a piercing scream from Valentina. He whirled around, alarmed, because that sounded nothing like her little yelps of glee. He saw her knocked down onto her butt, her hands wiping at her face. Ajay rushed over, almost slipping, and he gently lifted Valentina up by her elbows. She lowered her hands and gazed up at Ajay, dazed. Her nose and much of the right side of her face looked quite red.

"Valentina, are you okay?" He asked. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and came over, looking kind of anxious. Natalie rushed forward, almost falling.

"Oh my god Valentina! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Her big eyes looked about full to the brim with tears. "I didn't meant to hit you hard, or like, at all really! Oh my god I'm sorry!"

"It's okay," Valentina said slowly. "I'm fine. I think I just want to sit the rest of the fight out though."

"I'll sit with you." Ajay was still holding her close to him, searching her face. He loosened his grip and Valentina  spun around to go and stand beside him. The two walked all the way to the front gate, before leaning against it just staring at each other quietly.

"So..." Valentina’s eyes darted over to the ongoing fight.

"So...?"

"It's cold." Valentina's cheeks puffed up as she held her breath for a while. Ajay gently placed his hands on each side of her face, rubbing a little. The two kept their eyes focused elsewhere, but Ajay kept gently rubbing. After a while, he dropped his hands.

"Better?"

"A little." Looking at her closer, Ajay saw that she looked tired and a bit less spirited than she had been a few short hours ago. That snowball must've knocked more than just the wind from her lungs. And yet, even with her energy sapped she looked so cute, her big sleepy eyes gazing up at the blank white sky.

"Earth to Valentina... I was wondering..." His words caught in his throat as she looked at him, smiling softly.

"Hmm?"

"Hot chocolate?"

"What?"

"Wanna get out of here and grab some... hot chocolate?" The small silence between them felt endless.

"And just leave everyone behind?" Valentina grabbed his hand. "Sure! Let's go!"

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Ajay chuckled as he watched Valentina sit upright and her hands tightened around her cup.

"No, it's not that. Actually I was just going to say... Today was great. It sucks that we haven't hung out lately as much as we used to." Awkwardly, he rubbed at the back of his neck. Valentina gazed at him softly, looking just tiniest bit sad for a moment before her expression brightened. Like flipping a switch. An expression so subtle, that nonetheless captured Ajay's heart and held it hostage.

"Well... It doesn't have to be that way! I'm always up for hanging out you know--I'm not exactly popular so my calender's always open. Ooh, how about we hang out again this weekend? That would be fun! Oh but what would we do--"

"Oho okay, slow down there eager beaver. I'd love to hang out with you though."

[earthsmightiestcuties]

Do u mind doin a #40 w Steve Rogers x Reader. Where he's mind controlled on a mission so she has to find a way to snap him out if it before he kills her. Would rlly love it if you did❤️❤️❤️ understand if u don't tho thnx

This was quite fun to write! I also got a bit carried away but hey it turned out great! Excuse any mistakes it’s quite late here so I might have missed a few while editing!  #40 “Become a hero they said, it would be fun they said.” Prompt List

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting

Word Count: 1.6k (1,666 to be exact!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Everyone remember the plan?” Steve spoke into the coms

“Kick ass get what we need and bounce.” You replied to him with a grin

The Avengers were sent to infiltrate a Hydra base that SHIELD was keeping an eye on. They were building a mind control device that could control anybody. Now you can see how that was a very bad thing and the fun part? It was designed to look like a regular phone that way it didn’t raise suspicion. Nobody was sure how it worked so it was imperative that it’s taken from them. The team was closing in on its location making you and Steve get ready for the drop. You were paired up on this mission because Fury said you two had good chemistry. Which was true, you worked better with Steve then you did with any other Avenger. Even outside missions, you two were almost inseparable

“And don’t get controlled, which should be common sense.” Tony’s voice spoke through

“So then don’t let them control you Stark. Then again if any of us would it’d be you” You replied as you put on your parachute

“You wound me, princess.” He faked hurt and you opened the doors

“Meet you down there Cap!” You ignored Tony and jumped from the aircraft.

It was a long fall but nothing you haven’t done before. You’ve been on many missions for SHEILD that required you to jump from thousands of feet in the air. It was a smooth landing and you disposed of the parachute in some nearby bush. Steve landed a few feet in front of you, wasting no time you two started heading toward the base. Tony, Thor, Hulk, Clint, and Natasha would act as a distraction as you and Steve went in and stole the device. Surprisingly the plan was actually going pretty smoothly so far, you ran into a few agents on your way in but took care of them quickly. Fury said the device was in the center of the facility which meant you had to act quickly. The only problem was there were many different rooms.

“We have to split up, keep in contact. I’ll take the left.” Steve instructed you

“I’ll take the left, good luck!” You called and ran off in that direction

There were many rooms and you had no idea where to start. Anyone of these could hold the stupid device. Hydra was a pain in your ass and you wish it would just disappear, but if it were to do that now it would raise suspicion. It felt like hours since you’ve been searching rooms and each time you came up with nothing. It was really starting to piss you off even the team outside were getting antsy. Steve had been quiet for a few minutes, but you brushed it off as him being too busy to reply.

“Steve, did you find it?” You asked into your com and waited for a reply but got nothing.

“Steve? Why aren’t you answering?”

“Looking for this?” A new voice sounded behind you

You whip around to see one of Hyrda’s agents holding up the phone. Straightening up and took a defensive stance, ready to defend yourself. The man smirked as he played with the device in his hand slowly tossing it up and down like it didn’t cost millions of dollars. Why wasn’t he attacking or calling anyone to his location? He caught you, an Avenger, in their hideout. You clicked a button on your wrist bracelet signaling to Steve that you were in trouble and waited for him to join you. Until he got there you decided to stall the man.

“It wasn’t easy to make so you won’t be taking it. How sad for you.”

“And you’re not leaving with it.” You said and got ready to fight

“Oh, dear I believe I am. Captain kill her!” He shouted

Your eyes widen as you hear a whizzing noise coming at you. Ducking you watched as Steve’s shield flew over your head making it embed in the wall in front of you. The agent ran off and you turned around just in time to meet Steve’s fist. His fist made contact with your cheek making you fall to the side. Pain rippled through your face, and you felt blood pool into your mouth; but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. You needed to snap Steve out of his mind control and get that damn phone. Flipping around you kicked him in the chest making him stumble a bit giving you the chance to run off. Looking over your shoulder you saw Steve grab his shield and chase after you.

“Tony, we found the device! An agent ran off with it he’s planning to leave!” You shouted into the coms as you tried to think of a way to snap Steve out of it. Damn it you could really use Wanda at the moment, but she stayed at the compound with Vision.

“I’m on it, you and Capsicle need to get to the jet.”

“That might be a bit tough.” You panted and looked behind you to see Steve was gone

“Why?”

“Steve-“

You were about to reply to Tony when Steve hit you from the side with his shield in front of him. The impact made you fly into the closest wall and break a bit on impact. Gasping you hit the floor with a thud and tried to catch your breath, he was using his full strength on you. If he kept up, you weren’t making it out of this mission alive; and kill you was his mission. You didn’t have any superpowers, you were a great fighter and as smart as Stark; it’s what helped you get into SHIELD and the Avengers. So, having a super soldier punt you across the room like a football at full strength did not feel good, plus none of your hits would hurt him. Groaning you stood from the floor using the wall for support. You definitely had a few broken ribs and at least a fractured arm, you had blood running on the side of your head making you add possible head fracture to the list. You watched as Steve ran at you barely giving you time to dodge him making a sharp pain course through your leg. Honestly, you didn’t know how you were dodging him, he was faster than you were, especially at this moment. Must have been the adrenaline pumping through your veins that kept you moving.

“Become a hero they said, it will be fun they said.” You muttered sarcastically to yourself as you lean on a nearby desk

“(Y/n)! What’s wrong with Steve? What’s going on?!” Tony sounded panicked as he spoke

“I’m coming to your position,” Natasha said making you panic

“No don’t! They used the device on Steve, he could kill you if you come near.” You rushed out and threw the computer on the desk at Steve as he charged you again.

“He’ll kill you if we don’t help,” Thor added

“That is his mission, just stick to the plan. I’ll think of something I promise. Holy shit!” You yelled as he swept your legs out from under you.

“Sorry (Y/n) but this has to be done. It’s for the good of the world.” Steve said in a cold voice making a pang of fear grip your heart

“Steve you gotta snap out of it, your stronger than this.” You panted exhausted and in pain as he stood over you

“I’m right where I want to be.” He said and lifted the shield over his head

You had to act fast if he brought his shield down you were as good as dead. Frantically you looked around for something to use, anything to snap him out of his trance. Then it hit you, something he’d never expect, and it might just work. It would be like scaring the hiccups out of someone. Just as he brought his arms down you kicked his knee making him stumble and lose his stance. You kicked his chest once again but this time he fell backward. Steve dropped his shield and fell into a sitting position, leaping off the floor you moved forward so you were chest to chest with the super soldier. Before he got the chance to do anything you planted your lips on his and closed your eyes. Both of you stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity before you felt hands cup your cheeks and felt him kiss you back. It was soft and slow making butterflies erupt in your stomach, but it also held a deeper meaning. You two had never kissed before, but there was an unspoken thing between you and everyone could see it. Slowly you pulled away from Steve, but he didn’t let you get very far. You opened your eyes to see him staring back at you with a blank look and it scared you.

“Steve?” You whispered hoping he was back to normal

“I’m so sorry (Y/n).” He said and ran his thumb over the bruise on your cheek

“Thank god.” You let out a sigh of relief and laid your forehead on his

“(Y/n) I-“

“Save it till we get back to the compound. Tony, did you get it?”

“I got it, is Steve back to normal?”

“Yeah, he’s back we’ll meet you at the jet. Looks like it’s your lucky day Captain.” You gave him a small smile and pulled away from him

“Why’s that?” He asked pulling a smile of his own

“You dear sir get the honor of carrying me to the jet.” You nodded as you started to lose consciousness

“Come on let’s get you out of here,” Steve said and stood up with you in his arms

“Thank you for not killing me.” You muttered as you lay your head on his chest

“Thank you for not giving me the chance.”

[stylessemantics]

I O U

In which Harry’s sort of babysitting his cousin at a party, but y/n is right there making his self-control dissolve, so at the end of the night, Harry guesses he owes y/n an orgasm. 

Enjoy!

-  I O U  -

Everything was too loud. 

The music, the people, the urges. 

It was a crazy night and Harry couldn’t say everything had sank in just yet. 

He had downed a few drinks upon arriving at the place, and talked to some friends while at it, without paying them much attention. He had other things in mind, the biggest one was how was he getting away with hiding the biggest hard-on of his life from everyone. Well, everyone except y/n . She was there, giving him a look that let him know she knew. 

Of course she did. She had caused it. 

They hadn’t seen each other in a while but she never failed to make him hot under the collar – and it didn’t help that all Harry could think of was the last time they saw each other, during which y/n was between his legs – and before he could act and convince her of a quickie in one of the rooms of the house, his cousin had interrupted him. Only Harry had this bad of a luck. His cousin was a freshman and this was his first party, so he immediately tried to impress people by drinking and being loud and trying way too hard, and Harry needed to step in before he did something incredibly stupid.

He rolled his eyes at his pain, sighing in exasperation. Any longer and he would burst, he was ready to go home and jack off or something. Anything other than being there sipping cheap beer and acting like he cared if his cousin got drunk off his ass – except Harry cared, a little, enough to not want anything bad to actually happen to him.

But thankfully, y/n seemed just as hung up on the last time they saw each other as Harry, because after a long, painfully slow fifteen minutes after their first attempt at a conversation – read: flirting – was interrupted, she walked over and started talking to him. Lips grazing his ear with how close she got to say her part, making shivers run down Harry’s spine. He would be caught dead before he admitted it, but y/n was his favourite. He didn’t do “dating” or anything of the sorts, instead having fun with whichever girl he could and wanted to, but, Lord had y/n charmed him. She probably was a witch, making him want no one else but her giving him pleasure, and he craved to give it back to her too.  “So, you were saying?” she said, loud enough to be over the music, but not so that she was actually screaming in his ear, keeping some sex-appeal to her actions. Harry smirked.  “I’m not sure. Refresh my mind” “hmmm, something about how good I felt?” Harry’s eyebrows arched. He’d said that. He’d said it loud and clear that she had taken him expertly, riled him up and brought him to a climax faster than he could control. “Maybe we could do that again?” “Now, now, y/n... Someone’s a little horny I see...” “Yeah... you” she bit back with a smirk that sent his cheeky flirty one to the trash. She was clever, fast on her toes, ready with a comeback before anyone had a chance to reply. Harry liked that. The wits she had about her made her incredibly alluring, to the point where Harry was sure he would crawl behind her if she asked so. 

Some different song blasted through the speakers and two of y/n’s friends came rushing with excited grins and squeals, asking her to go dance. Y/N agreed with a youthful smile, handing Harry her almost empty cup. Before she turned around to sway to the makeshift dance floor – just a furniture-clear space where everyone else was dancing – she pressed her lips to the edge of his jaw, where she knew Harry would cave, and she whispered the words Harry wanted to hear. “Upstairs. Ten minutes.”

Harry’s knee bounced the first seven minutes. He wasn’t sure whether he should replay the image that was y/n riding him a week ago, to keep his erection, or if he should let it go, knowing well enough that y/n would give him another one – and a little more – in three minutes. He watched his cousin be silly and dance and drink, and he rolled his eyes chuckling at the skinny lad’s antics. At least the dude was having harmless fun. Will he be embarrassed the following morning when someone shows him the video of how awfully he danced, and how Jenny Stevens had turned his drunk self down? Yes, he would, but Harry figured – and hoped – his cousin would also learn a lot from that video and this whole experience, so he ignored it. Everyone had that awkward freshman year story, this was it for his cousin, and who was Harry to take it away from him?

At the nine minute mark, he got up from the couch where he had stationed himself after y/n left him. He saw her silhouette walk up the stairs and he knew. He tapped his friend Niall on the shoulder. “Hey, man, look after Austin for a bit, yeah?” “What? I’m no babysitter” Harry rolled his eyes annoyed and continued to scream to Niall’s face. Someone had turned the music up, and by bloody Jesus, Harry wanted to know if they were going deaf already.  “Just check up on him a bit, he won’t get in trouble, he’s too awkward” “Where are you going?” Harry blanked, letting out an exhausted sigh to gain time. “Christ, Ni... I’m... Gonna get a drink and some food? And I need a wee if you need to know” Niall was the one to roll his eyes this time, waving his hand at Harry as if saying ‘fine, go away’ and returning his attention to his drink and the conversation around him. 

Finally. Harry thought while climbing up the stairs. Fucking finally. He saw y/n by the end of the hall, and when she saw him she gave him a smirk and entered the room closest to her. Harry rushed behind her, blood coursing through his veins at high speeds.

She pressed her mouth to his when he walked inside, not even allowing him to close the door proper behind him. Harry moaned against her lips, taking hold of her hips and pressing her closer to his frame, turning them around to trap her between a wall and his chest, and reaching over to close and lock the door, engulfing them in darkness. In their hurry they had walked into a small bathroom and Harry turned on the light, wanting to see y/n’s pretty face when he brought her to her climax in a bit.  “Hmm, you’re such a bad influence, y/n” He said between kisses and licks and gropes. “Why’s that?” “Making me leave my drunk little cousin for your pleasure.” He tsk-ed after pulling apart. Eyeing her with a hungry stare and a deep smirk. “Naughty, very naughty” “Well, you didn’t have to agree” she teased playfully, tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting the weight of his frame over her again, and the fabric off his body. “Oh, but I did. How could I refuse your horny pout?” y/n gasped, faking offense, as if she didn’t have the horniest pout when she talked to him. Harry chuckled, allowing his shirt to be removed over his head and wrapping y/n’s legs around his hips, making sure to sink his once-more growing member, to her centre.  “I guess we’re both at fault then” she whispered to his lips, barely touching hers to his hungry mouth, and with that she bit down on his lower lip, hands roaming down his body to unclasp his pants and snake her hand under the fabric to touch him. Immediately making him jump and shiver. 

There it was again, that delicate hand with a gentle, sensual touch Harry was missing deep down. Harry made it his mission to scatter kisses around her neck, leaving little marks here and there. Her dress was riding up her thighs and he made sure to smack and grip the supple skin that showed.  “Where do you want me, Harry” she whispered to his ear. He was going to faint. The music from downstairs was muffled, fading away in his trance, as if it wasn’t as loud as he knew it was, but he could feel his heart beat almost in sync with the fast song, y/n was driving him insane. All of his senses were clogged with her, and here she was, being such an nice obedient girl, wanting to pleasure him. He sighed content, how could he ever want more? 

See?, he thinks, this was the stupid sorcery she pulled on him that had him whipped against his will. 

“I want me down your throat, love” he said, placing her feet back down and tugging at her hair, making her chin tilt up, granting him space to finish sucking a dark purple mark at the base of her throat, where all of him would be running down through in a matter of minutes. 

Harry loved that Y/N was funny, she was considerate, she was gorgeous, she was nice, and she was currently on her knees, proving she was also very, very naughty, just how Harry liked her. She finished undoing his pants, obediently tugging away until he was freed from the confines of his tight briefs and resting on the curve of her cupid’s bow. Y/n moved her hair back, off her shoulders, and placed her hands on his thighs, squeezing lightly. Her tongue poked out, licking her lips and making her pretty mouth glisten right before she opened wide, letting his weighty shaft drop on her bottom lip, ready for Harry to guide himself in. 

He did with shaky breaths, a moan caught in the middle of his throat, only coming out when she closed her mouth around him and sucked. Her fingers tapped at his skin, running up and down his legs and towards his V-line, tickling him and making his eyes roll to the back of his head when her tongue circled around him, filling him with absolute pleasure. 

“Fuck” he sighed. Her mouth was working wonders around his cock, had him panting in seconds as she bobbed her head up and down slowly, dragging out his bliss. Harry tugged at her hair, making her moan. The look on her face was everything Harry needed. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks red. She was enjoying it just as much as Harry and he could tell. He could tell by the way there was a smile hidden in her features even as she sucked and licked. He could tell by her small moans and how she was taking her time, savoring him.

Arms extended over her frame, hands placed flat on the wall supporting him, he looked down at her when she let him go with a pop. Gorgeous face and wet lips, a string of cum connecting her to the reddened head as her hands massaged him, squeezing the right amount. God, she was so good at this. She didn’t just suck him off, she gave him a whole show. She licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the top.

“Oh, look at you, y/n... So pretty like that, with my cock in your mouth” Harry wiped his thumb across her lip, the way she looked so innocent glancing up at him, made shivers run down his spine. “Go on, pet...” she slid him inside again, engulfing him in warmth. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours” and he started moving his hips back and forth, taking a hold of her hair as he fucked her mouth properly, making sure to touch the back of her throat with each thrust. Y/N edged him on with moans and pinching the skin on his legs. 

The movements quickened after Harry took control, searching for his bubbling climax. He had been horny for her all night now, and finally here he was, making her gag on his length, a sight for sore eyes. 

As he felt his orgasm slowly take over him, he pulled himself from her begging lips, her chin coming forth in search for more, she wanted him weighting down her tongue some more, but Harry tsk-ed, keeping her at a distance by her hair, his free hand grabbing his glistening member as he pumped slowly. Just cause he wanted to cum down her throat didn’t mean he would do it without full permission, and even though he knew that she wanted it, he just enjoyed the look on her face when she begged for him, so he thought he’d make her beg a little.  “Harry!” y/n exclaimed when he wouldn’t let her continue. “Where do you want me, love?” it was his time to ask, but the smirk on his face let her know he already knew the answer.  “Here–” She opened up wide – “please, Harry” “You sure?” he teased, and she whined for a response, nails digging into his skin as she tried to get him back inside her, not wanting to give up the taste, eyebrows furrowed in a cute pout, resembling a kid throwing a tantrum and Harry chuckled. “Fine” and with a tight hold of her chin he pushed himself back in, making sure to make her gag as he sank his hips and drove himself deeper and deeper. He kept his strong hold around her face which helped him make her keep her lips closed tight around him, he thrusted a couple more times, taking advantage of the smugness “You better take all of it... Not a drop gone to waste, y/n” he muttered between pants and short intakes of air as his orgasm took over him, making him cum in thick streams, all expertly swallowed by y/n. His mouth dropped open in pleasure, neck arched back as he groaned. Y/N whined against his cock, tip of her nose brushing his pubes with how deep he was inside her, reveling in the taste of him.

He pulled out of her, leaving y/n to gag and gasp as she regained her breath, but she quickly drove forward, licking the head of his manhood for any forgotten drop. 

Just how he ordered, she took all of it. 

“Good girl...” all y/n could do was smile at his fucked out face, sweaty curls stuck to his forehead, framing his face and making him look younger and alive. His red cheeks were decorated with his dimples as he smiled down at her. “Now, what am I gonna do with you?” he smirked. It was her turn, and Harry would gladly sink his red cheeks between her legs if she so desired. At least while he recovered. She had sucked him dry, but he wasn’t leaving without being inside her in another way, so he needed a moment to regain strength and then he’d fuck her proper, but in the meantime, he was down to play and he knew she was too. 

All they got to do was kiss as they slowly switched positions, Harry slowly dropping down her body, sensually taking his time and taking liberal bites here and there, making sure she was on the edge. Little gasps and moans left her mouth and those were Harry’s favourite. As his knees started to bend and his hands reached under her dress, fingers hooked to remove her underwear, there was a frantic series of knocks on the door that jolted them out of their trance. Suddenly they were back at a party, fucking in a tiny bathroom as music blasted from downstairs. Harry cursed under his breath when he recognized the voice on the other side. “Harry! You in there, mate?” It was Niall. “Shit, shit” Harry mumbled, laughing, the fact that they were about to get caught causing them both to explode in giggles. but the tone of his friend’s voice was laced with some panic, and immediately after noticing, Harry worried too. 

Throwing his shirt on and quickly buckling his pants, he pulled himself up. Y/n readjusted her dress as she hid behind the door, trying to make herself as small as she could.  “Damn it Niall, I’m coming!” Harry said when the blonde one kept knocking like a maniac. Y/N almost giggled. Technically he came already. Harry opened the door. “Jesus, Harry, how long do ya wee for?” y/n had to bite her hand to keep from laughing out loud again, the thrill of almost getting caught giving her the giggles. Well he did use his dick, but not for what his friend thought.  “Fuck off, mate” “Been looking for ya! Austin got in a fight” “What?! What the fuck Niall, I thought you were looking after him?!” “It happened fast! I wasn’t looking! Next thing I know Austin’s got Matt’s fist on his face” Harry grunts, annoyed and angry. With shaky hands he scatters, readjusting his pants and shirt, ready to bust out of the room and follow Niall. Surely the chants downstairs sounded like some fight was going on and Harry was going to have to break it up and take his intoxicated cousin home. More embarrassing stories for Austin to remember for the rest of his life. Before he walked out, he made sure Niall wasn’t looking when he reached behind the door and grabbed y/n’s hand. “I’m so sorry” he mouthed to her. “Harry, come on!” they both heard Niall scream down the hall. Y/N winked at Harry with a smile and a nod, assuring him it was okay before he took off, leaving her in the poorly lit bathroom with the biggest case of blue balls ever. She understood, after all Harry was sort of babysitting and she did take him away from it to give him a blowjob and hopefully get something back, but she was now left to calm herself down. 

Overall, her own climax would have to wait. On one hand she could always go home and pleasure herself later, despite it not being as good as she knew Harry could be. She was, sadly, horny for Harry, and not for anyone else or even her own fingers. 

On the other hand... her phone vibrated just a few minutes later, as she was about to leave the small restroom, more calm and collected. She checked it.

From: Stylesss I O U ;)

Y/N smiled. He definitely did, and she would hold him to that promise. She knew Harry was a man of his word.

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Smooches, Iv. xo

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Dad!Magnus Bane*Similar but saved

Requested by anonymous:

Hi will u do angst magnus bane + child!reader where he accidentally stumble upon a child who is about to be killed by her dad? He rescued n bring reader home, trying to figure out if the child is a warlock. The child didnt speak at all n unnaturally calm even when about to be killed. Her dad is calling the child abomination which remind him of his own painful past. He decided to adopt the child

Also the title is a work in progress so if you’ve got any  ideas for the title tell me please because I hate this title.

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Part 2 (Raphael Santiago x Reader)

(Set in the 1900’s when he first came to New York) As Magnus walked through the streets of busy New York he noticed how different it was then England. The air was thicker and the people busier. People pushed and shoved past the magical man, only muttering under their breaths about his ‘eccentric’ clothes and different skin. As it was late however more and more people left the street although they were certainly not empty. As Magnus walked passed a side street he heard a  bang as if someone had slammed a door. Ever so curious the warlock entered the side street slowly. “You little piece of crap!” he heard a man yell. Magnus sped up but stayed unnoticed by the other two people. A deranged looking man shoved a small child of around nine years old against a wall. The child was silent, looking their father directly in the eyes which only seemed to madden him. “You’re an abomination. A heretic. What even are you-you little freak?” The man shoved the child harder into the wall when he was met by silence. “Answer me! Cat got your tongue? Oh no that’s right, your just useless.” The man reached behind him and the nine-year-old didn’t react while Magnus was trying his hardest not too. Magnus clenched his jaw, thinking of his own stepdad. What had the child done to deserve this? The man pulled out something Magnus could not make out before he heard it. The man shot his revolver at the child from two metres away. Before he could even react the child did themselves. They hurtled their arms round in a circular formation and shot a ball of magic at the bullet. “You little bitch!” The man went to reload his revolver to aim at the calm child. By this time Magnus was ready. “I wouldn’t recommend doing that.” “Why not? Who are you?” the man turned the revolver to face the shadows which the warlock stepped out of. Magnus let his cat eyes show to the mundane who cowered back before going right back to his normal self. “You’re one of them! You freak of nature, you-“ Before the man could continue Magnus had shot a spell at them, knocking them back into a wall. The revolver went flying out of his hand and to the feet of the silent child. Magnus held the man against the wall with magic while he struggled. He couldn’t use magic to kill him. The clave would know and that isn’t what he wants them to think of New York’s new warlock. The child seemed to sense this as they appeared at Magnus’s elbow holding the revolver. “Sweetheart, put that down. It's not safe.” The child's face stayed blank as they raised the gun. “Go on then. Kill me like you killed her!” the man cried, face bright red. “Kill me like you killed your mother. You abo-“ before he could finish his sentence a gunshot cut him off. The man slumped against the wall as blood began to pour out his chest. Magnus let go of him and turned to the child. They weren’t even shaking. “Are you ok sweetheart? What’s your name?” Magnus crouched down and turned them away from the scene. The child shook their head. “I promise I won't bite.” The child merely shook their head. This time though he got a glimpse of something. Snake eyes. “I want to help. I understand what you're going through.” This time Magnus stared into snake eyes with his cat ones. The child stepped back and pulled something from their pocket, a battered notebook and a pencil worn down to the nub. They flipped the pages and held it out to Magnus. He took a few moments to read the almost illegible writing. “(Y/N), is that your name?” they nodded yes. “Very well.” Magnus stood up straight as he felt people were coming. He held out his hand to the little one who took it with a straight face. “Follow me.” Magnus began to walk slowly so his new accomplish didn’t trip though he quickly realised he needed as they were essentially pulling him along. Magnus quickened his step to meet the children. As it was late and he didn’t want to cause this child more trouble he signalled a coach. He helped the small child in before telling the man where to go. As always the man was wary of the man of a different race but that soon changed as he flashed his golden rings encrusted with jewels. Magnus entered the coach and sat across from the child. “Have you ever ridden in a coach before?” Magnus asked with a soft smile. They shook their head no. “Do you like it?” After a moment of no reaction, the child grinned and nodded their head yes, excitedly. “I always like the sound of the horses pulling it. It's relaxing.” The child nodded but pointed to the curtains covering the window. “The curtains? Is that what you like?” The child nodded and took Magnus’s hand before placing it against the soft fabric. “Soft,” he commented before looking back at (Y/N). “is that why you like them?” The child nodded bashfully. The pair fell into a comfortable silence. Magnus stared at (Y/N) who had moved to sit next to the window as to look out beyond the curtains. He couldn’t help but feel for them. They had just had to kill their ‘father’ and by the sounds of things their mother. They were taking it surprisingly well. But he knew they weren’t really. No one would be able to be ok with murdering their parents. Well, maybe that guy but still. The memories of his own stepfather filled his mind. He didn’t even realise he was crying until he felt a small hand wipe away his tears with a torn handkerchief. “Thank you but I’m fine.” The child cocked their head to the side and shook their head no. “It's fine. Truly .” he didn’t know whether (Y/N) could say something back or not but they chose not to further their conversation. Soon enough though the coach pulled up to his apartment complex. He stepped out and helped (Y/N) down before saying ‘thank you’ to the man and paying him, with a tip of course. As the coach pulled away a hand grabbed Magnus’s. He was slightly surprised but considering (Y/N) didn’t even look at him he didn’t mind. “Sorry, we’re right up to the top.” Magnus brought (Y/N) up to his apartment and led them inside. He lit the fire and guided them to sit on the sofa. “How old are you anyway?” Magnus turned to see (Y/N) counting on their fingers. After a moment they held up 9 with slight confusion on their face. “Nine?” they nodded their head. Magnus watched the child look around his apartment, marvelling at his antiques. That was until they accidentally knocked a hundred-year-old vase down at which point he stood up. (Y/N) looked panicked at the broken vase and began to pick up the pieces. “There's no need darling. You’ll cut yourself.” Magnus walked over and went to take the pieces from them. When he grabbed their wrist in order to take the pieces magic shot out their hand and hit Magnus. “Ow!” Magnus held his nose that felt like it had been punched. The child stood up and ran before Magnus had a chance to stop them. They ran down the corridor into one of his guest rooms. Magnus soon followed after quickly waving his hand in order to fix the vase. He knocked lightly on the door. When he got no response he opened it and walked into the unlit room. He waved his hand and the gas lamp turned on. He saw the child under the covers hiding. Although he could tell they were pretending to sleep he kissed their forehead, turned the light out and left.

The next morning Magnus woke and got dressed. As he went to check on (Y/N) he noticed they were gone. Panicked, he grabbed the notebook they had left behind and began to track them. He ended up being lead to a small marketplace filled with working class people. Not that that was a bad thing, just that he definitely stood out. As he weaved his way through the crowds, glad he didn't carry much money due to pickpocketers he’d already felt trying to empty his pockets, he searched for the new warlock. He came across a small stall with an older lady selling flowers. Next, to the lady, he saw (Y/N). “(Y/N)! Why did you leave?” Magnus crouched down next to the child and hugged them. After a moment they hugged back. After hearing someone clear their throat he looked up to the lady. He stood up quickly and held out his hand. “Magnus Bane.” “Rosemary Goldstein.” She said softly. “No need to worry Mr Bane. I'm not going to report you.” She glanced down to (Y/N).  “Can you look after the stall little one. I’ll be back in a moment.” They nodded their head so Rosemary lead him aside. She glanced around before speaking. “I’m assuming you know of their… condition?” Magnus nodded and flashed his eyes. “Ah, makes sense. Well, they aren’t from the best of homes and they just found their father dead. Can you believe it?” Magnus made a face of fake sorrow. “Mmm,” she hummed. “Well I would but cant looks after them. I already have two of my own and I fear I’m coming down with something. I know I'm being bold but since you already seem to care for (Y/N), would you consider taking them in?” Magnus looked to the little one playing with flowers and guarding the stall. He knew what they were going through and he vowed to help downworlders a long time ago and they’d be no different. Ok maybe slightly different as he was hopefully about to be a father. “I’d be honoured.” Rosemary clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh thank Merlin! Just a warning though, I don’t think they can talk.” “I've noticed.” Magnus grimaced at their misfortune. “All I hope is they chose not to and one day we’ll hear their beautiful voice.” The pair walked back over to (Y/N). “Darling,” (Y/N) turned. “how would you like to stay with Mr Bane?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in confusion before pointing to Magnus. “Yes honey, him.” They nodded their head. “Excellent.” And it was. From that day forward (Y/N) had a family. They lived with Magnus and visited the Goldstien’s weakly when the daughters were back from school. Although they never did talk, (Y/N)’s and Magnus’s bond was as strong as any parent-child relationship. Maybe stronger.

[holdmekhh]

Happiest Girl In The World

Artist/Person : Yang HongWon/Young B

Group/Crew : Dickids Crew

Genre : Angst/Fluff(?)

Word Count : 1877

Requested : GIRL YOU ARE THE BOMB 👅 Do you do Young B from DICKIDS Crew? If yes can you do something angsty? (he's a minor so...) PRETTY PLS

A/N: I’m sorry that it took so long, and that it sucks, but I was extremely busy and unmotivated/I had major writers block. I hope you enjoy~~

"Are you fucking listening to yourself?" I hissed, eyes squinted as I stared at the heated boy across the room. It was just us, the others deciding to get up and go into another room when they saw our conversation escalating. They weren't used to this, to the arguments that went on between me and their friend- my boyfriend."Did you think, even for a second, that what you did could have possibly hurt me? Or was I just slip your mind?" My voice was low, tone sharp and firm. The anger that was boiling within was only getting worse as time went on, as he decided that this would be the perfect time to not speak. A frustrated sigh left my lips, tongue darting out to wet them. I ran a hand through my hair, letting my eyes slip shut. Sharp inhale, shaky exhale. My lips were quivering, eyes squeezing together tightly before opening back up with tears coating my lashes and waterline. "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you...just... not care?" He shrugged, looking down at his shoes with a blank face. I stiffened, watching him closely. "Do you want us to break up?" I waited for his answer, stomach churning with nervousness and fear. But then, he gave a soft nod and my stomach dropped. It took a few seconds for me to comprehend what was happening, and that this wasn't just some dream that I'd wake up from. A tear fell, then another, and another, and they kept falling while I stared at him with widened eyes. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of just standing there, I started nodding as I wiped my tears with my sleeve. "O-Okay..." I cleared my throat as I started grabbing my things and stuffing it into my backpack "Um...uh...I'll drop your things off here...you can drop my things off..whenever, I guess." My voice was soft, like a whisper, and shaky. After I was done packing up, I went to open the door, immediately coming face-to-face with the shocked expressions of the rest of the crew. I gave a weak smile before brushing past them. "Noona.." I heard the soft voice of Geonah, but I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I did they'd know just how broken I was. 

~

My grin was wide, eyes crinkled up happily. Laughs were passing through my lips, albeit they were just as fake as my smiles but I was trying. I was trying to be happy. Trying to move on. But, when you fall that hard for someone, it's just as hard getting up.

"Yah! I was gonna eat that!" I whined as I watched Bryn chewed on the fried corn dog. A grin was on her face as she pulled the stick from my hand and took another bite. "You should've been paying attention~" She chuckled, ruffling my hair with her free hand. "But- fuck." My eyes widened as I stared past the older female. "What? Y/N, what's wrong?" She turned looking around before her eyes landed on who I was looking at. Along the rest of the boys, was HongWon, making their way towards us. "Shit, I forgot they were coming..." She slowly turned her head to me with an apologetic look on her face. I smiled, waving away her worry. "I'll be okay. Let's just have fun." I gave a soft smile, looking down at my hands that were now wrapped around my cup. 

I felt the presence of the boys, making me lift my head up. Only, I immediately made eye contact with a wide eyed Hongwon. Forcing a smile onto my lips, I gave a small wave before breaking eye contact. "Y/N!" Geonah grinned, pushing through the rest of the boys to pull me into a hug. Standing up, I wrapped my arms around him with a chuckle. I was shorter than him, not that it was surprising when I was shorter than almost everyone I'd met, so him bending to bury his face in my hair was something that still made me giggle. Pulling away, I waved to the rest of the boys, "How's everyone been?" I smiled. 

We'd all began walking around, Geonah and Ran sticking at my sides as we joked. "So, when's your flight?" Ran asked as we were waiting for the subway to come. "Two days. But it's like early in the morning, at like 3 or some shit." I replied, scrolling through my phone. "Wait, where are you going?" I heard Seryoung ask softly as he leaned against me. "Oh, I'm going to the US for a bit. Just for a week or two." I muttered, looking up from the small screen in my hands as the train pulled to stop. Walking forward, we all entered and sat down. And of course, I ended up seated right next to Hongwon, I felt him stiffen as I sat down but ignored it the best I could. "Why?" "I just wanna go and chill for a bit. My dad has to go for work anyway, so why not." I shrugged, chuckling as a pout formed on his lips. "You can stay, and we could all just go to Jeju or something." A few of the others nodded, "A road trip would be nice. We could even go camping." Taehyeon muttered, glancing up from his phone. "Come on. Please~" I chuckled at Geonah whining leaning on my shoulder. Nodding, I muttered a soft agreement before pulling out my phone and canceling it with my dad.

~

Our hair was whipping around as we sped down the highway, music blasting as we sung along. The sky was dark, city lights brightening up the early morning sky. The dashboard clock flashed 03:45am, yet here we were speeding down the partially empty highway towards the mountains. "I can't believe we're finally doing this." I chuckled, leaning back into the window. My bare face was flushed from the onslaught of cold air hitting it. Looking over, I caught sight of a sleeping HongWon, and my heart clenched. We ended up seated right next to each other, again. But, overtime we'd forget about what happened and would lean into one another. Or, he'd wrap an arm around me as we all laughed and grinned. But, then something would click and one of us would pull away, looking at each other with shaky gazes before gulping and turning away. A sigh fell from my lips, "What happened to us..." I muttered, before reaching back and pulling out a blanket to lay over him. When I was done covering him, I stopped to focus on his face. Then I looked away, looking up and making eye contact with Geonah. His eyebrows were pulled together and a frown was carved into his face, but I shook my head as I reached over and smoothed out the crease. "I'm fine." I smiled softly before leaned back, and turning to gaze out the window. Sticking my head back out of it, I shut my eyes and breathed softly, opening them back and gazing at the lights that blurred by. All the while, I didn't realize that HongWon had opened his eyes to stare at me.

When we'd finally arrived at the base of the mountain, after making countless stops for food and restrooms, we'd gotten out and stretched. The clocks flashed 09:59am, making us sigh. "Let's set up the tents, I want to sleep more." There was a chorus of exhausted agreements, as everyone grabbed the tents and walked over to the area in front of the van. TaeHyeon parked in a clearing deep in the trees, close to a small lake, and somewhat close to civilization.

Once all of the tents were set up, and everyone was cozy and sleeping, I left from mine and walked towards the body of water. Sitting down and sighing, I closed my eyes and listened. The way that water flowed like a soft lullaby, and the birds chirped happily as they played in the distance. The way the wind whistled in the softest way, brushing past the trees to make them sway in their own little dance. The soft footsteps that neared, almost as if they were hesitant. I knew who it was as soon as he sat down, staying just as silent as I was and not distract me, but his nervous energy had already done it. Fluttering my eyes open, I stared out at the water for, what felt like, a few minutes before turning to look at him. He was already looking at me. "Yes?" My voice was as soft as ever, my eyes shaky as I tried to hold back my emotions. We hadn't been alone in such a long time, and just that thought was taking a toll on me. "I'm sorry..." He muttered as he looked away, his voice raspy and quiet. "For hurting you so much..." I furrowed my eyebrows before looking forward. "It's okay." I simply stated, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "I understand why you broke up with me..." His head whipped towards me. "W-what? What do you mean?" "Well, if you stopped loving me, I wouldn't have wanted you to fake it. I want you to be happy, whether it is or is not with me, because I love you." I muttered, a soft smile pulling onto my lips as I turned to look at him. But, it fell as soon as I saw the unshed tears lining his glossy eyes. "HongWon, what's wron-" "You thought I stopped loving you?" I was taken back by his question, but gave a soft nod anyway. Shaking his head, "That's not why I ended us..." His voice was heavy, but the tears had gone away. "Then why?" "Because-" I stared at him, waiting for him to tell me his reason, but when he did my mind went blank. "Ever since High School Rapper, I've been busy. I got signed, and was even busier. I didn't have time to be with you, and when I did have the time, all we did was argue. I kept making you cry, from being angry and sad, and I just didn't want you to be unhappy. I didn't want to be selfish, so I broke up with you so that you could go and be happy without be weighing you down." My eyes were wide and my lips were parted, my mind went completely blank but the only thing that I wanted to do was crash my body into his. And I did. I threw myself onto him with a hug, my face buried in his neck as I silently cried into him. His arms were wrapped around me tightly, his hand stroking my hair. "I'm sorry..." Pulling back, I shook my head. "No, you thought it was the right thing to do, that's what matters." Leaning forward I pecked his lips, causing both of us to smile. "God, I missed you." He mumbled, kissing me again and pulling me into another hug. " I missed you, too. But, don't ever think that you don't make me happy, because of you I've been happiest."

[gryffvndors]

oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You're so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

When you were twelve, your grandfather died.

(Sometimes you still hear his voice, late at night, when your window is open a crack and the wind is whistling against the glass, making the tree branches outside of your room shake. You sit up straight, eyes wide, clutching your duvet in your fists. You usually come to the conclusion you were dreaming in your half-asleep state of mind and drift back off, only to recall nothing the following morning.)

You don’t remember much; while you weren’t exactly too young, you moreso blocked the memories from your mind. You do remember holding your mother as she wept into your shirt, face blank, eyes cast to the ground. You remember sneaking around your house in the middle of the night, creeping upon the pinprick of light that casted out from behind the door of your father’s study. Putting your eye against the crack between the floor and the wood, you only saw pacing feet. You remember your grandmother frequenting your house many times, usually around dinner, when she would join you. Just you - your mother would not leave her bed, your father would not leave his office. She smiled at you with glassy eyes and tearstained cheeks, slipping you a piece of candy after you were refused a bowl of ice cream. Not so much refused, actually - just ignored, for your mother would not leave the pile of blankets she called home and your father would not answer the door.

It was a rough time. The rough period lasted for a good few months, until your father threw a few cardboard boxes in your room and grunted, “Pack up your things. We’re leaving.”

Days later, you stood in front of one of the largest houses you’d ever seen. Your father, holding hands with your mother for the first time in years, smiled and laid a hand on your shoulder.

“This is our new home,” he’d announced. “When your grandfather died-”

You coughed, scowling at the brick driveway.

“-your mother inherited the house from him. He handed me the business. We’re rich now. Go, choose your bedroom.”

You chose the bedroom with the most windows. The house was dark inside, curtains drawn and candles lit. You traveled down the many hallways and didn’t stop until you found at least two windows.

That summer, as you explored the neighborhood (mostly just trees and a long, winding paved road that no cars ever drove down), lonely, you finally came upon another mansion, this one even bigger than your own. There was a boy outside, staring at the ground with a frown. You approached him tentatively. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, frown twisting into an even deeper scowl.

“Who are you?” He called, voice laced with authority and scorn. When you said your name, he scoffed. “You aren’t one of us. Go away. We don’t want your kind here.”

You planted your hands on your hips, brows raises. “My… kind?”

“Yes. Go away.”

“What if I don’t want to? I’m not on your property. Therefore, I have a right to be here,” you smirked triumphantly, chin raised. The boy muttered something under his breath.

“Your kind is so annoying. Just get out of here.” He looked behind him, towards the door. When he looked back, his expression was one of concern. “My parents don’t like me talking to you people. If they catch me, we’ll both be in trouble. Save both of our arses and go back home. Where do you live, anyway?”

You pointed behind you. “Some mansion back there.”

He smiled then. Well, more of a smirk than a smile, but you were just glad he wasn’t upset anymore. It had been weeks since you talked to people your own age. Even if he was rude, he was still your age.

“So you’re rich, then?”

You shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t really care about money.”

“Don’t care about money? How could you not care about money?”

“I just don’t. There are more important things in the world. Like… chocolate,” you grinned, leaning against the nearest tree. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your shorts. “I have loads at my house. Would you like some?” He seemed vaguely intrigued, but unsure. You added, “I know you’re not supposed to talk with… my ‘kind’,” you made air quotes, “but I will keep my lips sealed if you keep yours sealed.”

The boy finally muttered, “Fine. But I am only coming because I want chocolate.” He climbed over the fence and followed you back to your mansion. Halfway there, you asked him his name. Grumbling, he said, “I’m Draco Malfoy.”

He disappeared during the school year but, without fail, he always showed up over the summer. When you asked him about his school, all he said was that he went to some boarding school in Scotland. You didn’t “bond” over summers, really, but before you knew it, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. You didn’t kiss him until you were fifteen, cheeks rosy from running around in the woods. It was a spur of the moment thing - you weren’t surprised when he left immediately, not showing up for a week. When he saw you, though, he pushed you up against a tree and pressed his lips against your neck, muttering something about how disappointed his parents would be. You only grinned and said, “Well, I find it very entertaining to disappoint my parents, don’t you?” He pulled away and rolled his eyes, but kissed you again anyway.

The summer of the year you were sixteen, you snuck him inside your bedroom for the night. He snuck back out before dawn, pressing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling a goodbye. You faked being asleep.

When he was seventeen, he told you he could do magic. He told you about his world, why his parents would be so disappointed, who he was. Instead of yelling at him for being crazy, like he thought you would, you kissed him hard and tangled your hands in his hair, laughing at the word “muggle”. He changed a simple wildflower to a bird with a wave of his wand, then changed the bird to a bouquet of roses. You teased him for being so sappy. When you got home, you stuck the roses in a vase of water and left them on your nightstand.

The thing with falling in love is that it’s like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, holding onto invisible railings. All of a sudden, the railing is gone, and you’re lurching over the side, falling, falling, twisting in midair - until you finally hit the ground, a broken body in the broken world you live in. It’s opening your mouth to take a breath, but your lungs suddenly fail, the only thing you inhale being smoke and ash and the smog that hangs in the horizon. It’s opening your heart, your most vulnerable place, your secrets, and leaving it out in the open, the only security blanket your hopes and words asking for nobody to harm it. It’s crazy. It’s wild. It’s when you can’t sleep at night, can’t eat in the morning, can’t think ever.

The night Draco tells you about his magic, you sneak him into your room again. This isn’t the second time, this isn’t the last time - but something is different. Something is… more intimate, really. It’s like you’ve opened the floodgates and a whole wave of emotions come, not caring about the destruction it leaves in its wake.

Falling in love is being completely and utterly at the disposal of the soul before you.

And you can’t do anything about it.

“So you’re leaving in a week?” You ask, mouth dry. Draco nods, his fingers laced in his lap. His hair is messy, shirt untucked, which is rare for him, the proper git he is. Your hand itches at your side to smooth out the blond. “Oh. Well, you’ll be back soon.”

“A year,” he laughs humorlessly, looking anywhere but your face. You sigh, dropping onto the ground. The dry leaves crack and snap under the weight of your body. You rest a hand on his shoulder. He still refuses to look at you.

You wish this is easier. This… isn’t easy. This is harder than anything you’ve done before. Deep in your mind, deep, deep down, you know this is the right thing to do. He has a right to know. He… has a say in this. But that doesn’t tell the nerves eating at your stomach to stop chewing, or your frantically beating heart to slow down a bit, it’s okay. It will be okay. It has to be okay. He… is nice.

He’s actually kind of a prick, but he means well.

You clear your throat. A second later, you hear yourself saying, “I have to talk to you about something.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“This is… important,” you take a deep breath. “Very, very important. This is the most important thing we have ever talked about.”

Draco looks at you then, an amused expression on his face. “Most important? What, do I not exist? What about the fact that I’m a bloody wizard?”

You swallow. It feels like there’s something in your throat. You realize it’s the words you’re about to say - you have to force them down, keep calm, keep the situation under control. This is not the time for word vomit. This is the time for collected speaking. This is the time for-

“I’m pregnant,” you blurt.

Fuck.

Draco whips around. His slate eyes are wide, lips parted. You hear him say, “You’re what?!”

“You’re the only person I shag. So.” Out of the corner of your eye (you’re staring at the ground so hard, your vision is blurring), Draco is tugging at his blond hair. You think you might want to do that, too. Instead, you keep your hands balled at your side. “So,” you repeat. “So. It’s. It’s yours.”

“Oh my - fuck, Merlin, fuck,” he drops off the log he was previously sitting on to your side. His hands find yours, fingers fitting into the crevices you feel that, well, they were meant to. It’s like a puzzle, really, and in your mind, it works. This jigsaw the two of you make, anyway. Like, you’re kind of a bitch and he’s kind of a dick, so it works. And you’re pretty emotionally numb and. Well. His family situation is so bad he might as well be.

“Yeah,” you laugh shakily. This isn’t funny. You don’t know why you’re laughing, so you do it again. “Yeah. I. Um. I am. For, like, two months. I thought I was just gaining weight. And my. Uh. Period has always been kinda irregular, so. I took a test.”

“And you’re…”

“Yeah,” you nod. You can’t look into his eyes. You can’t look at his face, or you might burst into tears. “Yeah, yeah. There’s a fucking baby is my stomach. Well. Uterus, really, but, uh. Somewhere down there.”

Draco is deadly silent for a good few minutes. You are, too. You don’t speak. You wait for him to say something, anything. Finally, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulls you into his side.

“Fuck.”

That’s all he says. You think you agree.

You nod, “Yeah. Um, I,” you wipe at your eyes, sniffing. “I don’t want to have a baby. I’m only seventeen.”

“Then don’t. Isn’t there a… procedure? A muggle procedure?”

“I don’t wanna do that either. I’m gonna have the baby, but. I’m scared,” you’re whispering now, and despite your wishes, tears are falling down your cheeks, landing on your lap. “And you can’t even be with me, so.” Draco ducks his head. The ends of his hair tickles your cheek. You lean your head against his. “Please say something.”

“Did you tell your parents?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m more worried about yours.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll try.”

The next day, you meet outside. His face is expressionless. You know him too well - his eyes speak wonders. They’re broken, like shattered glass, a longing deep inside of them. It’s like looking into a well and seeing something shiny at the bottom, something you want, but can never get without falling in and never being able to get out.

“I can’t speak to you anymore.”

You freeze. In your mind, gears whirl, ice freezes over, your stomach drops. You choke out a, “Wh-what?”

Draco swallows, “I told my parents. If you cannot get rid of… it,” he snaps, “then fine. But you cannot talk to me. Ever again. I am going to my last year of school, then I am becoming an Auror.”

“Draco-”

“I must leave now. Goodbye.”

Your knees shake as you force yourself to stand, to watch him walk away. You wait until he’s gone to cry, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. When you get back to your house, eyes bloodshot, lips red, you tell your parents. It takes you an hour to convince your dad not to go to his house and tell off his father.

“It won’t work,” you cry, holding onto his shirt. “They’re… different. I made a mistake, talking to him. Now I’m paying for it.”

Your mother whispers, “Do you love him? Did you love him?”

When you nod, she wraps you in her arms and lets you weep into her shirt. You get a mysterious sense of deja vu. Your father locks himself in his office for only a day. When he comes out, he hugs you, whispering how everything will be okay.

For your last year of school, you go to a special school with pregnant teens. Your grandmother moves into a spare room once she learns of the news, unjudging and supportive. You grow bigger and bigger, stomach inflating, until you have to get new clothes. As soon as you can, you find out that the child inside of you is a girl.

(You were hoping for a girl. You love girls.)

You’re due in late February. When December rolls around, you’re already sick of everything. It’s hard to sleep on your stomach and you can’t wear your favorite sweater and you’re so irritable, it makes your grandmother laugh.

“When I was pregnant with your mother, I craved salty pretzels and I dipped them in Earl Grey,” she says, handing you a mug and a bag of crisps. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she craved salty chips and ate them with green tea.”

“I want chocolate.”

She produces a bag of chocolate, as well. “Anything for my beautiful granddaughter.”

A week to Christmas, you’re sitting on the sofa in the den, remote in one hand, chocolate in the other. Somebody knocks on the door. Your grandmother is in the kitchen with your father, mother out in the garden; you roll yourself to your feet (it’s the only way you can get up now) and lug your body to the front door.

When you open it, you hate yourself for feeling excited at the image of Draco Malfoy.

You open and close your mouth a few times, much like a fish. When you finally get your bearings, you try to say, “What are you doing here?!” It comes out a whisper.

Draco frowns, looking at your stomach. His gaze is hopeful, awestruck, amazed. “I…” he takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. “I had to see you again.”

You scowl, clutching the chocolate and doorknob tightly. “I thought you couldn’t talk to me for the rest of your life,” you pause. “Wait, why aren’t you in school?”

“I came home for the holidays. So I could see you,” he sighs, casting his eyes to the ground. “And that’s what they told me to say. They… made me tell you that.”

You cross your arms. “I thought as much.”

“I really care about you,” says Draco. “And… the baby. It’s-”

“She,” you interject.

“Sh-she?” He murmurs. “I’m going to have a daughter?”

You nod. When you find your voice, you whisper, “If you’ll take her.”

“Of - of course,” he bites his lip. “And… you. I will take you. Please. I… frankly, I don’t give a damn about what my parents say. They’ve always looked down on muggles, and that’s the way I was taught to be, but… obviously, that didn’t go down well.”

“Obviously.”

“And… I am about to finish school. I am taking my N.E.W.T.s and then becoming a potion’s master, or an Auror, or something. I’ll decide that… later. You already know about magic. We could… move in together. If you’d like,” he says hurriedly. “Look, I know I said terrible things. I am kind of a prat. I-”

“I love you,” you dig your nails into your palms. “And I have for a. A while. So. I do want to be with you. Because I love you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love you, too. So much.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Please. Take me back.”

You shrug. “Okay. Sure. But I’m naming her, because you ditched me for, like, five months.”

Draco snorts. “Deal.”

“Okay. Cool. I love you, I guess. My show is on, are you coming inside and meeting my family and watching it with me, or are you going back home?”

He turns to look behind him. When he faces you again, he’s smiling. “I’ll come inside.”

“Good answer. It’s a bloody amazing show.”

You lace your fingers together and lead Draco through the house. “Just a warning,” you add, “my parents will probably dislike you at first. You kinda left me, your baby mum, in the dust. But my grandmum will love you to death. You’re hot.”

“She’ll love me… because I’m hot?”

“Also you’re a dick. For some reason, she loves mean, attractive people,” you turn to beam at him. “I mean, she loves me the most, after all.”