#funny how its mr juice and not anyone i actually care much about. but whatever

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ok im done drawjng for tonight but i will lrob finish it in the morning ^_^ it looks so good. definitely the best thing ive ever drawn in my life

[lovinkiri]

If The Roles Were Reversed || One

UA!Dabi x Reader

UA!Shigaraki x Reader

UA!Toga x Reader

UA!Twice x Reader

UA!Compress x Reader

Author's Thoughts: Okay so I was just thinking, what if the LOV were seniors in UA, and emotionally stable enough to not be villains, and ekvekbd

Warning: Swearing, Scratching, etc.

EVERYONE IS 18+

Touya Todoroki (Dabi)

People couldn't help but stare at the two of you. You knew it was because of your boyfriend though, who was used to the stares by now.

"What happened to him?"

"They really let guys like that in the hero course? Look at the scarred face."

"The whole course looks like a group of villians, I'm not surprised."

You went to speak out. I mean, it wasn't his fault his quirk was self destructive. Though he was taking courses in Quirk Control, the scars he'd gotten before enrolling in UA stuck.

But before you could utter a word, Dabi sighed and wrapped an arm around you, giving the gossips a look that could scare a pro.

"Don't worry about it, babe. It's alright. I just wish they'd say it to my ugly scarred face." He spoke loudly and sarcastically, raising his voice even more towards the end.

You huff and glare at the already scared freshmen. "I just wish they'd take a look in the mirror themselves."

And now they were scared and offended.

You look back to Dabi and sigh. "You know you're sexy, right Touya?" You raise an eyebrow, Dabi snickering at how serious the question was asked.

"Can't look that bad if I've got such a cute little thing on my arm." He smirked, watching as you immediately got flustered.

"Y-Yeah, c'mon." You pull him to class, Dabi chuckling.

Upon entering the classroom, he immediately looked to Shigaraki. "Hey, Crusty."

Shigaraki glared at the Dabi. "Morning, Crispy."

With Shigaraki, you let it slide. You knew this was their way of being friendly to each other. Then Toga came bounding over, hugging you from behind.

"Hi, Touya! Morning, Y/n!" She grinned. Dabi scoffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It's Dabi."

"You let Y/n call you Touya!"

"Are you Y/n?"

"No.."

"Okay then, Crazy."

"Crazy?!"

You laugh and smile. It was never boring, being with Dabi.

Tomura Shigaraki

"Tomura!"

He sighed and looked at you, drowning out the rest of the hero course. You walked over with your lunch and plopped down next to him, slapping his hand away from his neck. "You're scratching again. I know it's a bad habit but-"

Tomura rose an eyebrow, wondering what caused your silence. Then he followed your gaze to his hands.

Before he could speak, you broke out into a grin. "You got your new gloves! Now we can hold hands!"

Sighing once more, he shrugged. "I don't get why its such a big deal. You were more excited than I was."

He was lying. He was secretly just as excited. The thought of holding your hands, running his fingers through your hair, holding you without having to be careful of his fingers. He couldn't wait.

You kissed his cheek and laid your head against his shoulder. "Can we hold hands later?" You asked looking up at him with irresistible eyes.

"You don't have to ask, you know." He grumbled as he wrapped an arm around you. The rest of the hero course let out either genuine or sarcastic awww's.

"Its not fair. How did Shigaraki start dating before any of us?" Toga asked with a pout. Dabi snorted in laughter. "They like 'em crusty and flaky."

Tomura glared at him. "Better crusty than charred and burnt." He retaliated.

Dabi gave a lazy grin. "Oi, I'm not burnt. I'm crispy."

The entire table, not including Tomura, devolved into laughter. Tomura rolled his eyes, laying his cheek against the top of your head. "Idiots. They're all idiots."

You smiled. "Please. You love 'em."

"Tch. Whatever." He huffed.

Himiko Toga

You waited by the school gates patiently for Himiko. You knew she was probably getting some new upgrades to her hero costume, so you didn't mind.

"Y/n, Y/n!"

You turned and Himiko jumped into your arms. Thankfully, you were able to wrap your arms around her and steady yourself. This wasn't the first time so you had practice.

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around your neck. "Hey, your reflexes are getting better!" She pointed out.

You smiled and chuckled in at the remark. "Thank to you. You seem more excited than usual."

"Oh yeah! I got this awesome new upgrade." She said proudly. Pulling away from the embrace and instead holding your hand, she started to pull you along.

"Yeah? What is it?" You asked, tilting your head. Himiko proceeded to go into a detailed ramble about her upgrade, her free hand making exaggerated motions.

You couldn't help but admire how her eyes seemed got so much brighter. It was obvious she was excited to test it out.

Others who weren't used to seeing you guys around stared, but minded their business as you glared at them. You weren't gonna let anyone bring her down. Knowing people already whispered about how odd she seemed in the school hallways, you'd decided she didn't need to hear that outside of school too.

"And so it'll be easier to shift between forms!" She finished, looking at you, looking for your approval.

Kissing her cheek, you chuckled. "That sounds amazing. And it was your idea?" You grinned as she enthusiastically nodded. "Yeah! Of course, you inspired me! Remember last week when you said it'd been cool if I could switch between forms more freely?"

Your expression morphed into confusion. "Huh? That was a month ago."

She shrugged. "A week, a month, a year! It's all the same!"

Laughing softly, you nodded. "Sure, Himiko."

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Jin smiled as you pulled his mask on, trying to nuzzle into your hands.

"Jin- I can't get it on when you do that." You chuckled, a smile tugging at your own lips. "I don't see why you couldn't put your own mask you."

"Because I like it when you're near me! Stop asking questions." He responded, pulling you closer by your lower back.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you quickly pecked his lips before fully getting the mask on. "You a sweetheart, you know that?"

He nodded. "I know!" Then quickly shook his head. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Right. Well, be careful at training today. I think they're gonna make you fight Dabi." You warned. You knew Jin was strong but Dabi was something else. Losing usually made him fight harder. And sometimes, he lost himself.

"Oh please, that's nothing. Nothing but a death wish! He's still pissed at me for spilling juice on him at lunch today!" Your boyfriend began pacing, holding his head dramatically.

His head whipped to you as you started laughing. "Why are you laughing? Last time we sparred, I had to sleep with an ice pack on my ass! For a week! And he was sleepy!" He pressed, mocking betrayal once your laughter continued.

"I-I'm sorry, Jin! I'm just remembering that pillow you had yo sit on in class. You know, as to know irritate the burns on your butt." You covered your mouth to stifle anymore sounds of amusement.

Jin whined at the memory, placing his hand on his ass. "It's not funny, babe!"

You grinned and cleared your throat, taking a breathe. "Alright, alright. But you were just distracted that day. And the voices are a lot easier to ignore when your mask comes off in combat now, aren't they?"

Walking over, you gently placed your hand on his cheek. He immediately leaned into your touch, almost cat like. "It's so much easier to focus now. But it can be kinda difficult with you lookin so damn good while watching me!"

Jin leaned down, attempting to kiss you from under his a mask. You laughed and tried pulling away, hands on his chest. "J-Jin!"

"Oi, are you done yet? It's our turn Jin!"

Gulping nervously, Jin lifted his mask a bit to give you an actual kiss. You returned it, humming softly then pulled away. He shrugged. "In case I die."

Then there was an burst of heat. "Get over here, Jin!"

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress)

Atsuhiro smirked at the villian before him, twirling his cane ever so casually. "Tsk, tsk. You've got a flashy quirk, but there's no flare."

What was supposed to be a training retreat turned into a surprise attack. These villians never knew when to give up.

He quickly dodged another attack and gave a mocking hum, as if he were thinking. "Oh I know!" He hit his fist against his palm. "You're missing the element of surprise! You're completely predictable!"

Laughing as the villian the got angry, he shrugged. "Unlike me!" He dodged once more before shooting out a marble that you'd been compressed in for a while.

Once free, you launched an attack to the villiain. "Surprise!" You grinned as you foot connected into the villian's back, the impact sending him tumbling into a tree.

Atsuhiro caught you in his arms and you spread yours out. "I see, you haven't met my lovely assistant, have you?" Sitting youdown, the two of you prepared for another attack.

"Delaware Smash!" The villain cried out, running to the both of you, dodging Atsuhiro's efforts at compressing him.

You managed to dodge, but Atsuhiro wasn't so lucky, taking blow after blow before colliding into a tree.

"Hiro!" You yelled out, running towards him. It was when you held a hand out that you halted. "Now, now, Dear, worry not. It is not who's in trouble."

The villain's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That's when you noticed a marble rolling from compresses hand. It would seem the villain noticed to but it was too late.

Before anyone could react, Spinner was there dishing out attacks. Atsuhiro stood, leaning against the tree. Running over, you helped him to balance himself.

"You had Spinner this whole time?" You asked in surprise, eyes wide. He chuckled softly and gave a small bow. "As I said, the element of surprise is very important."

"Boss! The heroes are here!"

The villain glared at us, dodging Spinner and jumping from place to place. "This isn't over." He mumbled before bounding off.

Spinner went to go after him, but Atsuhiro had his cane in front of him in a second. "Let them be."

Spinner opened his mouth to protest but sighed and nodded.

You guys soon grouped up with the rest of the class, only to see Toga on the verge of tears.

"Himiko, what's wrong?" Spinner asked, you guys rushing over. Holding back a sob, she looked up.

"They kidnapped Shigaraki!"

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Idea: enemies to lovers w Fred or George, with smut???

oh HELL yeah that’s what i’m talking ab!!! i’ll be writing that soon thank u <33

UPDATE: I wrote it. Here!!

Pride and Prejudice

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, NSFW 18+ ONLY, smut (I’ll add a warning so you can skip it if you don’t want to read it): face fucking, oral (male and female receiving), grinding, unprotected sex (it’s not worth it irl pls use a condom <3)

Word Count: 4.2k

One could definitely say Y/N and Fred didn’t get along. It was always strange to both of them, considering that they were so similar, they got along with each other’s friends, but when it came to each other something just didn’t click. George figured they were too similar, Angelina thought they were just too competitive with each other, but neither Fred nor Y/N could really place why. They just didn’t like each other and did about anything they could to piss the other off.

It was always silly pranks, minor jokes, and constant bickering. The first time Fred had ever pranked Y/N was their first year at Hogwarts. Right as she was pulling a mandrake out of its pot, he slipped her earmuffs off, causing her to faint. Or, at least, this is how she remembered it. Little did he know, Y/N was just as fierce as he was and more than willing to get him back. He had successfully started a prank war. About a week after she had been embarrassed in front of her entire class, she decided revenge was a dish best served by house elves. She sweet-talked some of the house elves in the kitchens into charming his plate, so every time he tried to put food on it the food would disappear. The pranks went on, ranging from changing each other’s hair color, charming broomsticks to constantly knock them off, and stealing the other’s homework.

Although, it seemed to be getting a lot worse in their sixth year. The pranks were getting to be a lot, the lack of teamwork during quidditch, the bickering. All of it was starting to get old to their friends. Finally, one day, everything exploded.

Fred had a great idea that morning for how he was going to fuck with Y/N that day. He had gotten his hands on some veritaserum the year before, and although their friends typically used it during truth or dare, he had decided it might be fun to give it to Y/N right before potions. So, as she turned to talk to Angelina, Fred slipped some into her juice. About fifteen minutes later, Y/N answered every question asked to her truthfully, and she knew there was a problem.

“Hey, Y/N, what time did you go to sleep last night?” Fred asked, testing to see if it had kicked in yet. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“I couldn’t fall asleep until like four because of Angelina’s snoring.” She quickly put a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“Y/N! That’s kind of rude.” Angelina lightly slapped Y/N’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” Y/N’s cheeks were flushed red. When they all sat down in potions, trouble started.

“Miss Y/L/N, what is the last ingredient meant to be added to liquid luck?”

“I’m sorry, professor, I don’t know the answer because I’m busy having a life.” The class, Snape included, fell entirely silent, Fred trying to hold back his laughter as to not give himself away.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor, Miss Y/L/N see me after class.”

“What, so you can mentally abuse me like you do your other students?”

“Fifty points, want to make it more?” Snape threatened, turning around. His cape flung across the front of the classroom, and before Y/N could make another comment about Snape, Angelina spoke.

“Y/N, what’s gotten into you today? That’s not funny.” Angelina whispered to Y/N.

“Angelina, it’s not meant to be funny, but even if it were, it would go over your head.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Aren’t you failing all of your classes right now? You spend so much time practicing quidditch, like sure we get it. You’re good, but maybe you’d be a little smarter if you paid attention in classes.” Once again, Y/N slammed her hand over her mouth. Fred started cackling, although neither Angelina nor George found it funny.

“What are you laughing about?” George asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, Y/N, are you sure that’s why she’s failing?” Fred snickered, ignoring George.

“Actually, Angelina, maybe if you spent less time ogling George you’d do better in this course. Or maybe it’s just because Snape actually is a terrible teacher, right professor? I mean, he doesn’t actually teach anything, all we do is read from the stupid text that’s older than Professor-I-don’t-wash-my-hair up there.” This time, Fred was laughing so hard that other people in the classroom started quietly laughing. Y/N and Angelina were both crying at this point. “I can’t stop, what’s wrong with me?” Snape, immediately understanding what was going on, sent both Fred and Y/N to their head of house.

“Mr. Weasley, do you understand that you drugged a student? This is a serious offense. We have a girl in tears in potions.” McGonagall lectured. Fred held back a smirk, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“It’s just veritaserum, she’s the one who said all of that mean stuff.”

“Yes, Mr. Weasley, but it’s also your fault. Frankly, the professors and I are quite tired of the pranking and joking between you two. We understand there’s some kind of rivalry here, but it’s gone too far this time. You humiliated a student and a professor during class. Both of you.” Y/N had tear tracks on her cheeks and almost started crying while being lectured.

“I think it’s time you two learn to get together. One month of detention. Immediately after classes, I want you both in my office. Every afternoon, weekends too. No more Hogsmeade trips this year.”

“Professor--”

“I don’t want to hear it. We’ll see if you can attend the yule ball in December when we get there.” Now Y/N was crying, upset that she might miss out on something everyone else would be able to go to.

--

“I can’t believe you drugged me.”

“Shut up, it’s literally just veritaserum.”

“Whatever, you prick, no one will talk to me anymore. Angelina’s my best friend, and she won’t even look at me.”

“Well, George won’t talk to me, either. So, whatever. We’re in it together.”

“Because of you, do you ever even think before you act?”

“I’m sorry, you’re speaking to me about thinking before I act? Couldn’t you have just not spoken?”

“Do you even know how veritaserum works? You dipshit.”

The two argued on opposite sides of McGonagall’s classroom, having been ordered to literally just sit there, eat dinner, and go to bed when they’re done. 

“What kind of detention is this anyway? No lines, no trophy polishing.”

“They’re just trying to get us to deal with each other. And stop pranking each other, probably.” Y/N glared at Fred, narrowing her eyes. He rolled his.

The next day at their second detention, they sat in silence for the majority of their time together. Y/N was just glad they weren’t arguing this time.

“Has Angelina spoken to you, yet?” Fred broke the silence about a half-hour before detention was over, and they could return to their common room to do homework before bed.

“No, has George spoken to you?” Y/N asked politely.

“No.” Fred deadpanned.

“Do you feel bad yet?” She smirked, staring at her hands.

“Yes, but not for you.” Y/N rolled her eyes at his response.

“Whatever, prick.”

“Look, we wouldn’t be in this boat if you hadn’t dyed my hair green last year.”

“Actually, we wouldn’t be in this boat if you hadn’t made my broom knock me off in the middle of the quidditch pitch. I had a concussion, you fucker.”

“Actually--”

“Oh my god, actually, I don’t care. Okay? Shut up.” Y/N snapped, finally turning to look at him. He looked over at her. Their eye contact was uncomfortable, challenging.

Finally, a week after their detentions started, Y/N decided to try civility.

“So...how was your day?” Y/N asked, picking at her nails.

“So we’re not arguing today? Are you playing a trick on me?”

“If you’re going to catch an attitude with me then forget it. I just haven’t spoken to anyone other than you for the past week. I figured we should at least have one positive conversation.” She rolled her eyes, turning in her chair to look over at him.

“My day was uneventful, thanks,” Fred answered, turning in his chair to look over at her. “...how was yours?”

“The same.”

“Lame.”

“I mean, yeah, obviously.”

“What homework do you have?”

“Potions still. I suppose Professor Oily wasn’t too happy with the truth on my mind.” Fred smirked at this answer.

“You have to admit, what you said to him was hilarious.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t give a shit about bullying him, I’m just upset Angelina’s still upset.”

“That’s fair, I didn’t mean to cause that. I’m sorry. I guess.” Fred apologized. “Don’t let that go to your head.” He added quickly, seeing a smile form on Y/N’s face.

“Have you ever apologized in your life before now.”

“Countless times, I just didn’t ever care enough to apologize to you.” He chided.

“Oh, so we are arguing today, then?”

“No, sorry. I just,” He paused, looking for the right words.

“Don’t like me?” Y/N assumed.

“That’s not even it, I guess. I don’t have a reason to dislike you.” Fred shrugged. It was weird because he only disliked her because she disliked him. 

“I know!! I only dislike you because you started the pranks when we were eleven.” Y/N spoke up excitedly.

“Did I?” Fred scrunched his face, trying to remember.

“Yeah, you took my earmuffs off when we were pulling mandrakes in herbology first year.” Y/N shrugged, now seeing that it wasn’t worth being so upset about.

“Oh, no, that was an accident. I was trying to make it cover your ears better, but I accidentally pulled it off.” Y/N froze, her eyes closing.

“Oh, Godric.” She facepalmed.

“What?” Fred asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You idiot!! If you had just told me that we wouldn’t be here.” She stood, stomping her foot.

“What does that mean?” Fred stood.

“I pranked you a week after that happened. I made all the food on your plate disappear.” Her hands were balled into fists at her side.

“See! I knew you started it.” He pointed accusingly at her.

“Only because you’re awful at communicating!” She pointed back.

“...So…this all started from a miscommunication?” He stared at the ground, realizing he had an enemy after all this time that could’ve been a friend.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, go home.” McGonagall flung the door open, excusing the two. The two grabbed their bags and left the classroom. On the walk back to the Gryffindor dorms, they spoke about how stupid they felt after all this time of hating each other for no reason. They worked on their homework together, having no one else to help them, and went to bed.

Saturday arrived, and the two arrived at the classroom together. After McGonagall left, they spoke of previous pranks that had actually been great ideas. They spoke about quidditch, classes, the Triwizard tournament. Eventually, they got back to talking about their lack of friends.

“I guess it’s probably worse for you, though, since George is your twin.” Y/N offered, a frown on her face.

“He’ll get over it. He always does, and I’ve tried apologizing a ton already. At this point, I think maybe they’re being a bit dramatic.”

“Or they’re planning something.”

“Like, revenge?”

“Maybe.” Y/N’s face scrunched in thought.

“Well, anyway, did you see McGonagall use Ron when she was teaching us how to dance.”

“Oh Godric, yeah I did. I was laughing so hard. Did you get to practice?”

“No, she told me to wait it out. You?”

“Same.” Y/N frowned, looking at her feet.

“Wanna practice together? In case we do get to go?”

“Who will even go with us? Even Slytherins won’t talk to me.”

“That’s a problem we’ll fix when we get there.” Fred stood up, getting closer to the sitting girl. She blushed when he held a hand out for her to grab. She grabbed it, standing up. She was able to fully realize how tall the twins were, never getting that close to either of them. Fred towered over her, making the dance a little awkward. They kept accidentally making eye contact, both just trying to peek at the other.

“Wait, no, I think you messed up that part.” Y/N stopped, staring at their feet.

“I thought it was right left left right?” He asked, looking at the top of her head until she looked up and made eye contact.

“I thought you’re supposed to switch off?” She furrowed her brow.

“Honestly, you probably paid more attention than I did.” He shrugged, his hands still holding hers.

“You’re right, I definitely pay more attention than you.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Fred laughed, gently pushing Y/N away.

“Aw, a little sensitive?” She asked, grabbing his hands and looking at the floor again.

“Never sensitive from you, darling.” He also stared at their feet, making sure the steps were right.

“Except for when I turned your hair green.” She looked up at him, he shook his head.

“Oh Merlin, okay, yeah. That one time, I cried, yeah.” She squeezed his hand to make sure he knew she was joking, and he squeezed back.

The two practiced dancing every day for a week. The following Saturday, Y/N brought a muggle music player (“What’s that?” “It’s called a walkman.” “Oh, weird.”) so they had something to listen to while they practiced, but they pretty much knew the steps by heart by then. They swayed, dancing to the music much closer than they had been the previous Saturday. Y/N rested her head against Fred’s lower chest.

“What’s your family like?” She asked, bored.

“Big.” He laughed.

“Well, duh.” She laughed, trying to take her hand out of his to hit his chest, but he held it tighter. She looked up at him, chin against his chest. “I mean, like, what are they like? What do they do, what do they enjoy, what are they passionate about?” She bombarded. He looked down at her, his heart fluttering.

“Ginny is a killer quidditch player, and she’s just so kind. She befriended this girl who doesn’t have any other friends just so she can stick up for her when she gets bullied. Ron doesn’t have any common sense, but he’s pretty smart. He’s really good at Wizard’s chess, and quidditch, too. I think he feels like he’s second-best a lot because of Harry, but neither of them can really help it. George is just me,”

“That’s not true. You guys are very different.”

“Mum can’t always tell us apart.”

“His nose is more hooked than yours, and your voices are different. Besides, he’s more soft-spoken, and he probably feels like Ron does with Harry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Second best to you. You have this ability to make a spotlight on yourself in any room you walk into. But that’s not something either of you can control. I think you’re just more extroverted.” Y/N shrugged, placing her cheek against his chest again. Fred stopped moving his feet suddenly. Y/N looked up, pressing her chin against his chest again. “I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

“No, you just...nailed it. No one’s ever done that before. George and I used to get into little spats because of it. Also, I don’t think anyone’s ever noticed our differences before.” He once again felt a flutter in his heart.

“I think Angelina has noticed too.” Y/N shrugged, trying to make a lesser deal of the issue.

“Maybe.” He smiled down at her, she smiled back softly.

“You know, we only have like a week and a half left together. What should we do? I feel like we’re experts on this dance.” Despite her words, they continued swaying softly.

“I don’t know. What do you like to do other than pranks and quidditch?” He asked, leaning down to rest his chin on top of her head.

“Read.” She shrugged.

“Bring a book tomorrow, read to me.” This time her heart jumped into her throat. Something about reading aloud to someone seemed intimate.

“Okay.” She smiled. 

So Y/N brought a book the next day. Her favorite muggle book, pride and prejudice. It didn’t take long for them to finish, Fred’s head in her lap, sprawled across the floor together.

“Why’s it so...old-timey?”

“It was written in the late 1700s.”

“They kind of remind me of us.”

“Why? Because they used to hate each other?”

“I guess.” He shrugged. He was hoping for a love story like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.

“What do we do now?” Y/N raked her fingers through his hair, his eyes closed at the feeling.

“Wanna make out?” He grinned without opening his eyes. She laughed.

“Stop it!” Y/N stopped her movements, still smiling. He opened his eyes and sat up, smiling.

“Stop what?” He asked, starting to tickle her sides. She laughed loudly, throwing her head back. He continued until she was lying on the floor. He was on top of her, straddling her. Finally, he stopped, and she opened her eyes, still smiling.

“Do you...would you want to go to the Yule ball with me? If we can go.” He asked, not moving from the position. She sat up on her forearms.

“I don’t see why not. We already know how to dance together.” She shrugged, trying to play nonchalant by looking at her nails.

“Y/N?” She looked up. “Can I kiss you?” Fred asked, looking somewhat sheepish for the first time ever. She offered a soft smile, grabbing his cheek and pulling him down to her face.

(warning: smut starts here)

The kiss started soft, sweet. Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest. Fred’s heart was in his throat. Eventually, she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth softly, causing Fred to moan. At the sound, she felt wetness pool in her panties. “Y/N, I think I’m falling in love with you.” He whispered against her lips.

“Maybe I’m falling for you, too, Freddie.” She whispered, pushing their lips back together. She pulled his hair softly, causing the noise again. Smiling slightly into the kiss, she grabbed his arm, flipping them over so she was straddling his waist.

“Woah,” He paused, lips swollen. “That was kinda hot.” She laughed, leaning down to kiss him again. She felt his hard member against her clothed heat. She ground her hips down onto his, causing a much deeper moan to arise from Fred’s throat. He brought one hand to her waist, the other holding the side of her face. His hand on her waist traveled down to squeeze her ass underneath her skirt. This time, she moaned, making him harder. His hands traveled to the bottom of her t-shirt, tugging on it. She pulled away.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, his face slightly pink. She nodded wordlessly, helping him pull it off of her. He took his own shirt off, sitting up to kiss her. He grabbed one side of her face, kissing her hard once again. He slowly moved, leaving pecks from her face to her neck, where he latched and started sucking, causing soft moans to come out of her mouth.

“Freddie,” She panted, eyes closed. He moaned at the sound of her voice, his rough hand on her wait moving to grab her breast above her bra. She reached behind her and took it off, pulling his hand back to her bare breast. He kneaded it, paying extra attention to her nipple. He latched his mouth onto her other nipple, rolling his tongue over it. She moaned softly.

“Don’t hold back, darling, we’re here for a while.” He encouraged, whispering against her breast. She softly pushed his chest encouraging him to lay down. She kissed down his chest to where his pants started, looking up through hooded eyelids to ask if she could take off his pants.

“I want you to face fuck me.” She whispered, he moaned at the thought alone. He helped her take his jeans off, pulling her face quickly towards his to kiss her once more. “You don’t have to, you know. I didn’t say that because I wanted to fuck you.”

“I know, Freddie. I want to do this.” She smiled, sitting up on her knees. “Now stand up.” She encouraged. When he stood in front of her, she grabbed his cock, licking a stripe down the bottom of it. She wrapped her lips around his tip, causing a guttural groan to arise from Fred’s throat. He collected her hair into his hand, and she grabbed onto his thigh to steady herself. He was gentle, pulling her head towards him slowly. Each time she made it back to his tip, she circled her tongue around the head, causing a deep groan. She started pushing her head faster, encouraging him to take control of her. He did, pulling her far deeper onto his cock, until she could feel him on her throat. He set the pace faster, pulling her head quickly back and forth on him. When she could feel his cock twitched she pulled away gently.

“I don’t want you to cum yet. I want you inside of me.”

“Are you trying to commit a murder today? You’re killing me with the way you speak.” He moaned, pulling her up by her cheek to kiss her once again. He sat her on a desk without pulling away, unzipping her skirt. He kissed her neck and down her chest as he pulled her skirt off. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, his face inches away from her cunt. As he kissed the inside of her knee and thigh he asked if what he was doing was okay, and she nodded, moaning. He pulled her panties off, latching his lips onto her clit quickly. He flicked his tongue quickly against the small bundle of nerves.

“Finger me.” She moaned out, her hands tangled in his hair. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. He started with one finger, curved up, keeping a steady pace. She whispered, asking for more, causing him to use two fingers to fuck her. Between his tongue and his fingers, she was unwinding quickly. He quickened his pace with both, causing her to moan his name. It wasn’t long before she had unwound completely, pulling his hair as she let out a string of curses. When she was finished, she pulled him up by his hair to her lips.

“Do you still want me to fuck you, baby?” She nodded in response, wrapping her legs around his hips. He teased her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. When she started whining, he pushed into her cunt slowly. They both breathed a sigh of relief after the build-up. Their foreheads rested together as he slowly fucked her. He moved his lips to her ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum for me, you know that?” He whispered, licking the shell of her ear, causing her to take a deep inhale. She grabbed the back of his neck pulling his lips back to her own.

“Freddie, I’m gonna need you to fuck me faster.” She said against his lips. He grinned into her kiss, fucking her faster. He reached down, using his thumb to rub her clit. She moaned, despite still being sensitive from the previous orgasm. The faster he rubbed her clit the faster she felt the build-up in her stomach. He was already well on his way to finishing, but at the rate he was going she would cum first. He latched onto her neck, gently sucking, pushing her over the edge quickly. “Freddie,” She moaned, throwing her head back, toes curling. He came soon after hearing her moan his name. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, both of their breathing starting to match again.

(smut ends)

“Well,” He spoke after a few minutes, leaving her body. “I can’t say this is what I expected out of detention.” He smirked, looking up at her. She smirked back, getting up to get dressed.

“I think detention just got a lot more fun, Darcy.” She referenced. He grinned.

“I like the way you think, Miss Bennett.”

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About two weeks later, they arrived at the Yule ball together. When they showed up hand in hand, many were surprised, but George and Angelina smirked at each other.

“I told you if we just left them alone long enough they’d end up together,” George stated.

“Well, you were right,” McGonagall stated, approaching the two youngsters. “And now my classroom has a smell to it.” Causing Angelina and George to break down with laughter.

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[thewoodlandqueen]

The Pevensies After Narnia

Summary: Returning home from Narnia was more difficult than any of the Pevensies could have ever imagined. 

Words: 2,236

A/N: Based off this post of mine

“You wouldn’t believe us if I told you, sir.” Peter said looking up at the Professor with a small smile.

The Professor smiled in return and tossed the ball back to Peter. “Try me.”

So they did. The Pevensies told the Professor about all of their adventures in Narnia and in return the Professor told them of his. That first week back from Narnia was a joyous time. Sharing stories with the Professor, having hot running water again, eating their favorite foods, listening to the radio, and using lights. The modern pleasures they had since forgotten were discovered for what felt like the first time all over again.

It wasn’t until a week later that Peter uttered the words no one dared to speak. “What about our people?” Lucy’s face fell and Edmund went still.

“They’re well taken care of.” Susan said smoothing her skirt and looking over at her older brother. “Mr. Tumnus, Oreius, and the Beavers are more than capable.”

“We never got to say goodbye.” Lucy said, her big blue eyes glossing over with tears.

“We didn’t even want to leave.” Edmund said, his voice back to a squeaky high-pitched child’s voice.

“Come now.” Susan said looking around at her sad siblings. “We should all be happy to be back. Besides the fact that we had our adventure at all is what matters.” She nodded satisfied with her answer.

Then so began Susan’s bitter quest to forget Narnia and accept the fact that she was back home. Out of all of the Pevensie children, Susan had the least difficult time adjusting to life back in England. She often scolded Peter for wanting to go back and said that he was a bad influence for Edmund and Lucy. Logically, to Susan, burying herself in a good book could be as great an adventure as her time in Narnia.

Peter on the other hand disagreed. He wanted nothing more than to return back to Narnia as High King. It wasn’t because he missed the power and attention, but because he missed helping people. Ever since he was little Peter had plans of being a Doctor because he wanted to help others. As High King of Narnia his guidance and wisdom stretched out over oceans. Now that he was back home as Peter Pevensie from Finchley, the most good he could do was keep up his studies and watch over his younger siblings.

Edmund missed Narnia just as much as Peter did, but he kept it more to himself. Chess comforted him since he spent many hours in Narnia poured over a board with Oreius. His voice was no longer deep and steady, and his sharp jawline was lost and in its place a smooth pudgy chin. Being a child again reminded him of how awful he used to be. It was this childlike form that he fought with Peter, teased Lucy, and so selfishly sold out his family to the White Witch.

Lucy was the only Pevensie who dared to try and reenter the Wardrobe. Many times she pulled open the wooden door and stepped inside in hopes of feeling the hot summer breeze rustle through her hair. She spent a lot of time with the Professor telling stories and begging to hear more of his. Her hope of returning was what kept her in high spirits. Though there were times when she would burst out in a fit of anger. She was a warrior, a queen, and not being able to reach the top cupboard for a teacup was beyond frustrating. It was times like these when Peter would step in and without a word grabbed the teacup and handed it to her with a smile.

In fact the whole family dynamic changed. Peter and Edmund had never been closer. They spent lots of time together playing chess or in the library and never fought once. Lucy relied heavily on her older brothers for protection and support. When she wasn’t tall enough, not strong enough, or considered too little to have input they stepped in on her behalf. Susan pulled away from the other three and preferred to pick up her life where she left off and remember Narnia as beautiful memories. It wasn’t that Susan didn’t love Narnia; she just felt the best way to move forward was to focus on the present. Someone in the family had to.

What the Pevensie’s weren’t prepared for is how their life experience would affect their interactions with others. Mrs. Mcready in particular. What had been fifteen years for them had only been about fifteen minutes for her. For the life of that poor woman she couldn’t figure out the sudden change in the children and why their behavior was so strange all of a sudden.

The first noticeable incident was when she scolded them for breaking the Professors window. “You children need to learn some respect for this house. The stain glass is priceless and now, a gaping hole in it and a dismantled suit of armor. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

Edmund was the first to step forward, the diplomat in him ever prevalent. “We’re sorry, it was only an accident. I suppose I should avoid playing cricket for a while.”

Peter not wanting Edmund to share in the fault alone spoke next. “It was my fault really, I pitched that nasty curve ball.”

Mrs. Mcready didn’t know what to say. This was the last thing she expected to hear. “Well then, see that it doesn’t happen again.” She nodded before walking off awkwardly.

A few days later a dear friend of the Professor stopped by. “Children!” She called upstairs. “Come say hello to our guest.” It only took a moment for all the children to materialize and come to greet the mystery guest. “This is the Professor’s friend Ms. Plummer. Say hello now.”

The four Pevensies all bowed to the visitor before exchanging an awkward look. “Lovely to meet you.” Lucy nodded at the silver haired woman.

“My, what polite children the Professor is housing.” Mrs. Plummer smiled.

Mrs. Mcready didn’t say anything, she was too alarmed at Lucy’s adult pleasantries. Perhaps it was just a fluke, or she had misheard her. It wasn’t until dinner a few days later when Lucy asked for the salt that it was confirmed that Lucy was talking ever so strangely.

“Mrs. Mcready would you be so kind as to pass me the salt?” Lucy said taking a sip of her pomegranate juice.

“My dear child where on earth did you learn to talk like that?” Mrs. Mcready said grabbing the saltshaker and passing it to Susan who in turn set it in front of Lucy. Lucy hadn’t spoken like this when she first arrived.

Lucy looked up from her drink startled. “Uh…I don’t know…” She said looking to her siblings in a panic.

“Lucy and I have been practicing etiquette for school.” Susan spoke up. “We’ve never been to a private school before and we want to make a good impression.” Mrs. Mcready nodded but still wasn’t convinced.

Dinners actually became a great source of confusion for Mrs. Mcready. The Professor started having dinner with the Pevensie children which was odd in its own since he had earlier proclaimed that he never wanted to be disturbed by the children. Now dinner was lively and full of a bunch of rubbish.

“Tell me again where the Beavers lived.” The Professor said raising his glass to the children.

“Oh they had the cutest little dam!” Lucy exclaimed.

“You could see the White Witch’s palace from it.” Edmund added.

“I still can’t believe you had the misfortune of going head to head with her.” The Professor shook his head. “She was something else even in the short time I knew her.”

“You have no idea.” Peter shook his head.

“Children!” Mrs. Mcready scolded. “Don’t encourage him.” She said hinting that the Professor may have been going crazy, which she surly believed.

The rest of that summer was rather strange. The children all grew very fond of quite obscure activities and under the Professor’s orders, Mrs. Mcready was supposed to see to it that they had a chance to participate.

“Mrs. Mcready?” Edmund asked one day while she was organizing books in the library.

“Hmmm?” She responded glancing over her shoulder.

“Might I take a trip down to the stables?” Edmund asked fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“The stables?” Mrs. Mcready asked setting down the books she was sorting and placing her hands on her hips. “Whatever for?”

“I wanted to see the horses.” Edmund said shyly. There was no easy way to tell anyone that he desperately missed his animal companion, Phillip. “I like them.”

Mrs. Mcready didn’t know what to say. Normally uncharacteristic of Edmund but with how strange all the children had been acting, this wasn’t that strange. “Alright then off you go.”

Edmund’s face lit up and he put down the book he was reading before dashing out the door. He spent many hours in the stables in the coming weeks before school started. He’d smile, pet the horses, and speak softly to them as he dreamed of riding his own horse into a mighty battle.

Edmund wasn’t the only one missing his Narnian opportunities. Susan actually missed having her bow. So when she asked Mrs. Mcready if they had one for her to use along with a target, they materialized a day later. Susan found comfort in the feeling of her bow releasing the arrow and sinking in deeply to the target. It grounded her, and when she was missing Narnia a little extra, it was an easy activity to lose herself in.

When the school year started things became even more difficult for the Pevensies. Susan and Lucy were to be sent to a different school than Peter and Edmund. So in other words, the first time the family was to be separated since their fifteen years in Narnia. The other thing was that all of the children felt as though they didn’t need school. In Narnia the children continued their studies in Narnian history, combat, battle strategies, agriculture, and an endless list of other incredibly useful subjects. So school seemed silly. Lucy hated it the most.

When she was at school, she felt so small. There were girls taller than her and stronger than her who made it known. The gossip bored Lucy because she was years in wisdom beyond her age and whose hair looked funny didn’t matter to her. She had been in battle, dined with Lords, made laws, and ruled an entire kingdom. The schoolyard was below Lucy and despite her protests, she was forced to be a child again even though she had known adulthood.

Susan didn’t struggle with this as much. She felt almost the same as before she went to Narnia. Susan had always been more mature for her age. She had to be. The war forced both her and Peter to grow up to take care of their younger siblings. At school she buried herself int books and her studies. To Susan, this was home and if she wanted to succeed, she needed to accept that.

Edmund, like Susan, accepted the fact that he was a kid again but, like Peter he missed Narnia dearly. He missed his horse. He missed his deep commanding voice settling disputes. He missed his life. Like the rest of his siblings he excelled in his studies and impressed all of his teachers. Somehow, just like Peter had taken care of Edmund, Edmund ended up taking care of Peter. The eldest Pevensie found himself in all sorts of disputes and comprisable situations.

Peter took it the hardest. He was High King. He felt like he abandoned his people and lost himself. This only got worse the longer the schoolyear went on. The first noticeable correction that needed to be made was Peter’s signature. After being handed an academic conduct contract to be signed Peter absent-mindedly began signing High King Peter. He had to stop himself short and in frustration tore the paper to shreds before asking for a new one. There would be nights when he would stand in front of the mirror and wonder who he had become. He missed his broad shoulders and sharp jawline. He grew angry, irritable, and frustrated. He missed his life.

All of the Pevensie children had been deeply changed by their time in Narnia.

By the time the school year was over and they returned back to the Professor for summer, something dark had taken root in all of them. Lucy regressed back to the little girl she had been before she had discovered Narnia. Edmund’s sass slowly crept back into his every conversation. Susan never spoke of Narnia but to scold her siblings for wishing their life away. Then there was Peter who was no longer a lost king, but a troubled teenage boy who got into fights and was labeled disobedient. The school year had worn them down and after being treated like a child again, that is what they all became.

That is until that faithful day at the train station next school year something magical happened. Then every happy feeling the Pevensies had locked away came flooding back and the past year of torture was left behind on the beach of Cair Paravel. They were home again.

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (4)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck right there- Oh my god please-” You moaned holding his hair. “You never had anyone eat your pussy like this before right?” he said eating deeper as you moaned and squirmed. “Only you baby, this pussy is only you-”

“Yo wake the fuck up, you making weird noises and shit.”

You sat up taking in a deep breath and inspected your surroundings. There stood a worried Angus with a mug in his hand. “I'm fine...” you said quite unconvincingly.

“You sure? I went to make you some tea and came back to you rolling around and groaning and shit, thought that strange netflix monster had come to you or sum.”

“The demogorgan-”

“Yeah that shit!” He sat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare?” he asked softly as he handed you the tea.

“Well not exactly...” You took the warm mug and took in a long swig of the warm goodness. It's not like you were just going to openly tell him ‘Oh no, I just had a dream about you eating me out and I loved every second of it.’ “Actually yeah, a nightmare.” you lied.

“I hate those, what was yours about?”

“I...a monster ate me alive and I couldn't stop it.”

Angus shook his head. “Damn mamas, I’m sorry. Those suck, I know its like 2 pm, but let’s eat some breakfast and try to forget about it.”

You nodded standing up and stretching “Thanks...for the tea.”

“Of course, don’t girls love tea? Ion know, I don't really be sleeping with girls that often.” He chuckled walking into the small kitchen.

“Tea is amazing!” You exclaimed, following him and sitting on the counter. “I love tea in all seasons, it has so many benefits.”

“Yeah? What’s some of them benefits.”

“Well green tea has amazing antioxidants, and is a more naturally caffeinated drink than coffee- with not as many negative results. But don't get me wrong, I really do love my coffee- anyway! Tea can help straighten and strengthen bones, brighten your smile, and help you lose weight!!”

“Oh wow.” He laughed “I didn't even care about all that tea shit, just wanted to hear your voice. But it was actually kinda interesting.”

“Yeah- and don't worry about a lack of my voice, I never shut up.”

“You right about that; but before you get all defensive, its aight. I like hearing you blab off about random stuff ion care about.”

You felt your face grow hot as you stifled a giggle that wanted to come out. “Thank you. I think I talk too much, but hey, can't really stop it y’know?” Angus nodded as he cracked 5 eggs into a pan. “You just be going off about stuff- actually you was sleep talking a little bit.”

Fuck.

“Yeah? What was I saying?” you asked innocently, hoping he didn't say what he was most definitely about to say.

“Well it was when you had that nightmare. Was the monster a cow or sum? Cuz you kept saying ‘Angus’ so like.” He turned to look at you “I figure it wasn’t me, but it was probably like...some beef monster.”

“Oh yeah, for sure a beef monster.”

“And that beef monster was eating you huh?”

You smoothly tucked your hair behind your ear and nodded with a sweet smile “Mhm.”

Angus gave you a quick up and down look before turning around and continuing to scramble the eggs. You had to change the current topic or you'd die of embarrassment, so you decided to bring up the topic of the show instead. “Do you know which scenes we’re filming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, no sex scenes until next week. Tomorrow they finna do you coming back and me reminiscing on the old times.”

“Okay cool. I have those lines down, pretty simple...” You mumbled.

“Yeah me too.”

A butcher knife couldn't even cut the tension in the room right now. Fuck, a chainsaw couldn't either.

“So like... I’m gonna go change and I'll be right back? Sound good?”

“You can wear summa my stuff. If you want- you don’t got to i'm just offering.”

“Oh that'd be great thanks! You know my trailer is just so far away!” You joked, knowing that it was only next door. You hopped off of the counter and followed him back into the room you two had just come out of.

“You just want one big shirt? Girls be doing that alot nowadays.”

“Yeah, thanks that'd be great...”

“So the biggest shirt I got got some barbecue stains on it- ignore it. I just went off on some spicy wings the other day-”

You burst out laughing and sat on the bed “Gus it’s fine, gimme!” You pulled your shirt off and held out your hands. He turned back around to find you only in your bra and shorts.

“Yooooo-”

“Its fine, we have to be completely naked with each other next week. Titties are just titties.” You took the shirt out of his hands and put it on. After pulling off the shorts that you wore underneath the shirt; that was more like a dress- and folding them, you walked back into the kitchen and reclaimed your spot on the counter.

“Well I know one problem we won't have!” You stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, and what's that?”

“Drake was worried you wouldn't be able to ‘get it up’...but honestly, I don’t think it'll be too hard.”

“Why you think that?”

“Look down.”

Sure, Angus wouldn't let you live down the wet dream you had about him for quite a while, but you'd never let him live down the boner he got- just from seeing you in a bra.

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“So. Let's get to the real real.” Storm said pulling her knees up to her chest with a grin. “What the hell is going on with you and Angus?”

You, Storm and Daya were hanging in your trailer. You three were the only girls that didn't have scenes to film right now, Alexia, Barbie and the rest of the female cast were shooting night scenes. They had helped you set up the place to seem more homey, and now the newly formed trio you were a part of was in your bed with microwave popcorn, juicy juice, and twizzlers.

“Nothing Storm! Actually nothing I-”

“Nope, don't do that.” Z quickly cut you off. “Everyone can see it, it’s like what everyone on set talks about.”

“What?-”

“Plus, he talks about you too much, and you do the same with him! Earlier I said I wanted to pop some microwave popcorn and you started telling me about some conspiracy he told you about popcorn and microwaves, how they’re a secret way in for the government- like girl! Don't tell me you're so whipped that you're out here believing this stuff!”

“OKAY! Okay! I get it...look Gus is-”

“Gus?! You call him Gus?”

“Yeah?-”

“He literally hates that nickname with a passion. He gotta love you.” Storm chuckled grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Okay well Angus is cute. He’s sweet and funny and caring- BUT. I won’t let anything happen between us, it’s like...business. This field is acting- and I don't think it would be good for us to do anything more, especially during filming.”

Z sighed. “Falling for your costars is weird.”

“Yeah.” Storm chimed in. “Our girl Daya been there and done that...but it never really affected her acting. She's so talented that she could keep it hidden off screen and focus on her character. I mean I know you talented Y/N...but you not my big sis like Z, so I don't really know how you'd be able to deal with it yet. Drake already seemed a bit iffy about it because he could tell you two had a little something going, but the thing comforting him is y'all are talented. So he knows you can do it- I know you can too.”

“Yeah he sent us a letter about it...it's just hard. I can't lose this role, I've come so far.”

“I don't think you’ll lose it. I think you'll be fine. Just keep a business mindset when on set. What goes on off screen and behind closed doors is your business, girl. Drake or nobody can stop that- Jesus can't even stop that!”

You and Storm giggled at Zendaya’s last comment. “Yeah yeah yeah...okay I get it guys. I got this- period.”

“Period.”

“Period...So were you one of those girls that watched all the Fez scene compilations on Youtube and drooled?” Storm teased you.

“No!” You said firmly, knowing you were lying.

“Oh she definitely was.”

“I wasn't!”

“I just don't see it! Angus is just not attractive to me, he looks like one of those guys that stop you at the gas station with a ghetto ass group of friends- he rubs his hands together and then screams ‘Hey baby lemme get yo numbaaaa!!!!’“

In response, you practically fell over laughing “Stoppp no!”

The rest of the night was filled with giggles and whispers, and by 1 AM, you, Z, and Storm were all huddled up in your little twin trailer bed. They snored softly but you couldn't seem to sleep. Just as you were .1 seconds away from drifting off, your phone buzzed next to you.

Angus☁️: u uppppp

-oh wow yeah that's not the most fboy thing ever to send at 1:27 am

Angus☁️:  see all you had to say was yes you didn't have to do allat

-can i help you mr cloud

Angus☁️: what typa help you offering?

-whatever help you need.

Angus☁️: you finna have some more beef dreams tonight?

-you finna get a boner if you see me in my bra again?

Angus☁️: maybe.

-then i'll say maybe too.

Angus☁️: you're too much

-i know i am, did you film today?

Angus☁️: ye i had some scenes wit jacob

-wit

Angus☁️: leave me alone

-you texted me

-and wow you sound really mature rn not at all like a five year old

Angus☁️: if i was w you rn id make you regret that

-was that supposed to be a threat or a way to try to make me sext

Angus☁️: both

-you should go text all the hoes you have waiting for you at home

Angus☁️: im texting them at the same time

-boy...

Angus☁️: im plAyin

Angus☁️: only you :)

-getting soft???

Angus☁️: no and i wish this was instagram dms so i could unsend it fuck

-fuck

Angus☁️: thats another thing you was saying during your ‘nightmare’

-STOP NO I WAS NOT

Angus☁️: yeah i know you wasnt lmao i just like messing w you

-you can mess w me whenever you want to

Angus☁️: oh bet????

-goodnight angus

Angus☁️: nah i want you to tell me about me messing w you

Angus☁️: damn you really left

Angus☁️: thats wrong 

Angus☁️: doing me dirty

-GTS MY PHONE KEEPS GOING OFF

Angus☁️: then put it on silent?

-NO

Angus☁️: ill stop being annoying if you come over here

-i cant, im w z and storm too

Angus☁️: shit okay well it was worth a shot

-why, what was you planning to do

Angus☁️: cuddle

-its fr time for you to go bed, i think your sleepiness is making you too soft and taking the hood away

Angus☁️: goodnight

-goodnight

Angus☁️: gn

-gn

Angus☁️: night

-night

Angus☁️: GOODNIGHT

-OKAY GN

Angus☁️: STOP REPLYING

Angus☁️: night

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[painfullythickimagines]

Blind Side - Chapter 9

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Surrounded by piles of bridal photos and magazines, you sat at the dining room table, completely overwhelmed. You’d been looking at gowns of all styles, shapes, and colors for hours - mermaid and A-line, ivory and blush; there were simply too many options. This was usually when Thomas would swoop in, remarking how much he liked one of the options, and the decision was made. But you wanted the dress to be a surprise.

“Because this is the last wedding gown I’m ever going to wear, Mr. Hiddleston,” you said to the empty room. Suddenly remembering you had a lunch date with your fiancé, you looked down at your diamond encrusted watch to see that you were late. “Oh, shit.”

You dumped a few magazines into your oversized bag, slipping into a pair of matching Louboutin pumps. Heading out the door, you sent a text to Thomas as the elevator carried you downstairs.

{On my way!! Distracted by a pile of gowns.}

{I’m sure whatever you choose will look lovely on the floor of our honeymoon suite.}

You arrived at Thomas’s office, strutting through the door. As soon as you realized the reception area was completely empty, an idea occurred to you. You unbuttoned your silk top, baring your black lace bra. With your hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath in as you pushed the door wide open, striking a pose in the door frame.

“Hello, lover.”

It was only then that you noticed Thomas’s assistant sitting across the desk from him, getting redder by the second. You rushed to close your top as Thomas tried to hide his laughter.

“Are you speaking to me or Miss Trevor?” he spoke between giggles.

“Thomas, really!” you said as his assistant tried to squeeze past you in the doorway, desperate to leave the room. “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really! We were finished,” she said, closing the door in a hurry.

You turn to Thomas, whose head was still in his hands, trying to hide his laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“On the contrary, my love. You always make an impression,” he said, finally composing himself enough to stand and pull out a chair for you. “Actually, it was probably good that this happened.”

You couldn’t possibly fathom how anything even remotely positive could come from your own embarrassment. “Care to explain?”

“Well, Clara has always been a bit frightened of you.” A puzzled look fell over your face. “My assistant...” Thomas added. “You’ve been here how many times and you don’t even know her name?”

“Well! She’s so quiet. She practically runs away every time I’m here,” you said, motioning to what just happened in the doorway.

“Maybe she didn’t like your bra,” Thomas teased. “You know, she could probably help us out with some wedding planning. She’s truly remarkable when it comes to research. I could tell her what we’re looking for in a venue, and she could find it within the hour.”

“Really?” Your interest was piqued. Everything had been going to smoothly until you and Thomas started looking for a venue. It didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sure what you even wanted. “Do you think she would?”

“I don’t see why not. You don’t want to hire a wedding planner, so maybe this could be a solution. Just a little help when necessary.”

“I told you, Thomas, I’m not handing our day over to anyone. It’s what I’ve always done in the past, but I want to be more involved this time.” You weren’t a superstitious woman, but if three weddings coordinated by event planners had ended in divorce, you were willing to do the work yourself if it meant you and Thomas could live happily ever after. “I have to admit, I could use the help, though.”

“Why don’t you go to lunch together? I have some briefings to catch up on before my appointments this afternoon anyway. Get to know each other, talk about the wedding, see how it goes,” he said, reaching into his wallet.

“But I was looking forward to lunch with you,” you said, taking the credit card from Thomas’s grasp as you sat down on his lap. You took his curls between your fingers, expressing your displeasure with a firm tug.

“You better go before I have you right here on my desk,” said Thomas.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered into his ear before setting off for the door. Looking back, you saw Thomas licking his lips, watching your every move. You strolled to the door, swaying your hips along the way. With a wink and a kiss, you were gone.

You sat on your balcony, sipping a glass of merlot as you waited for Thomas to come home. You knew when you left that you’d be in for an interesting night - you had seen that look in his eyes only once before. It had been the start of your longest, most passionate sex to date. Just thinking about it got your heart racing.

{There in 5. Wait for me in the bedroom.}

You tipped your wine glass back as you walked into the apartment. You left the empty glass on the dining room table and undressed, leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. You sat stark naked on the bed as you heard Thomas’s keys in the door. After what felt like an eternity, Thomas sauntered into the bedroom, a glass of ice water in his hand. He placed it on the nightstand before he finally spoke.

“Would you like to try something new tonight?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied. In the time you’ve been together, Thomas has introduced you to a great number of things you’d never tried before. Indian food. Ice skating. Vibrating panties. The look in his eyes told you this was not the night to be timid.

Never breaking eye contact, Thomas slowly undid his tie. The room was silent save for the faint sound of fabric sliding against itself. Finally, he yanked the tie from around his collar, sending a whipping sound through the air, giving you goosebumps.

“Cover your eyes,” Thomas said, tossing the tie onto your lap. You pick it up, turning over in your hands as you contemplated complying. You could say no. Toss it onto the floor and let him spank you a few times for refusing. You always enjoyed that. What would happen if you put on the blindfold, you didn’t know - but you wanted to.

Carefully, you tie the fabric around your head, knotting it tightly in the back. You listened closely for any clues as to what would come next.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed. You leaned back on your elbows, scooting yourself to the center of the bed. You lay on your back, perfectly still, unsure of what to expect next. Just then, you felt Thomas brush his hand against your thigh. He gently massaged every muscle in each of your legs, the stress of the day slowly melting away. Finally, to your relief, his fingers slipped between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” said Thomas in a low growl. You did as you were told, sliding your heels across the satin sheets. “Bend your knees. I want to see all of you.”

Your damp skin was cold as your lips spread apart. There was no hiding your desire any longer. Unable to see anything but darkness, your other senses were hyper-aware. The cold air breezing across your center, the subtle scent of Thomas’s cologne, the soft padding of his footsteps to the nightstand to take a drink. Your breath clutched in your chest as you heard him climb onto the bed. You felt the weight of his body pressing into the mattress, yet not so much as a single breath on your skin.

His arms wrap around your thighs as he settles in on his elbows. It took you a moment to comprehend what happened next - a freezing cold surface passed over your labia, sending ice through your veins. Thomas let the cube slide from between his lips onto the top of your mound. You try to wiggle it away, but Thomas was holding you perfectly still. Droplets melted from your warmth, sliding into the folds of your center. That’s when he started to blow - as if the ice-cold water wasn’t chilling enough on its own. Your pearl tingled; your legs quivered.

“Thomas...” you gasped.

His long tongue flickered over your center before replying. “Yes?”

“I’m going to get you back for this,” you said.

“I’m counting on it.” Your words were like fuel on his fire. His appetite was ravenous; he lapped up your desire, savoring the sweet juices. He squeezed tight on your curves every time you let out a moan, leaving marks wherever he touched. He wanted you to wake up tomorrow knowing exactly who you belonged to.

“Thomas, please...” you begged for your release. Every time he felt you approaching climax, he stopped. The past hour was absolute torture - and you were loving every minute of it.

“Not now, darling,” he said, pulling the tie from your face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

Thomas got to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the floor. You watch as he undoes his belt, then the button on his pants. He finally reaches the zipper, his solid erection eager to escape. He tried wriggling out of his trousers, but his anticipation got the better of him.

“Oh, fuck it,” he said as he leaned over your body, pressing himself into you. You gasped for air as if you’d been held underwater, finally free. He filled you, consumed you, made you feel whole. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure spread through your body - but Thomas took your chin in his hand, directing you to face him straight on.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

You did as you were told, not daring to break eye contact for even a moment. He wrapped his arms around your knees, holding you tight as he thrusted hard and slow. You moaned every time he slammed into you, crying out for more as he took his time sliding back out. Then, with a quick jerk of his hips, he’d slam right back in.

Your body writhed with agony. Your hands were everywhere - through your hair, cupping your breasts, tugging on the sheets. Thomas himself was just out of reach, slick with sweat, his curls clinging to his forehead. He looked around, finding the tie he had tossed to the side. He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he tied them tightly to the headboard.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He kissed your forehead as his pace evened out; he moved to your lips, demanding deep, slow kisses as he swirled his hips into yours. You knew exactly what he wanted; you opened your mouth to him, taking in his warm, slick tongue. You were tempted to bite it, but that was no way to earn your finish.

He kissed longer and deeper as he felt your walls tightening around him. You moaned beneath the pressure of his lips, longing to break free. Finally, your pleasure peaked, your legs shaking against Thomas’s bare, slick torso. He finally pulled away from the kiss, wanting to watch as you come undone - as you screamed his name. You twist and tremble beneath him, warm satisfaction spreading from your curled toes to your limp wrists.

“You’re a very good girl,” Thomas said as he kissed your forehead, still inside you. He released you from the headboard, and not a moment too soon.

“You’re a very bad boy,” you said. You pushed him onto his back, ready to take back your power. Thomas watched as you got to your knees between his legs; you looked directly into his eyes as you took him into your mouth, and this time it was he who didn’t dare look away.

You cover every inch of him, engulfing his length in the warmth of your mouth. A deep, growling moan escaped his throat as he quickly reached the point of no return. His fists closed around the loose sheets, and while you briefly consider denying him his finish, you know he earned it. He always did.

You didn’t leave a trace of his essence behind. You kiss a sweet, slow trail up Thomas’s body, finding your place by his side. You lie next to each other, staring up at the ceiling as your bodies come down from their highs. You looked over at Thomas, watching his chest rise and fall. You glanced further up to see his deep blue eyes staring back at you.

“You’re going to be an incredible wife.”

💖

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[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Wicked-Chuck Bass Imagine

Requested-No

Warnings: sensuality

Y/F/I: Your First Initial

    His lips trailed down the side of my neck, making goosebumps appear in every place his mouth touched. My breathing had become extremely bated and I was only able to make little gasping noises as my head rest against the buttery soft leather headrest of the limo backseat. He’d raised the partition between us and the driver what felt like ages ago to give us some privacy. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer to him as his mouth continued its journey down to the junction between my neck and shoulder. It was so hot-----his actions and the backseat. I could hardly breathe but I did not want him to stop. 

   “Chuck,” I muttered. 

   Chuck looked up at me with those sinful dark eyes. “Shh, he doesn’t deserve to hear the noises you make.” 

   Chuck’s voice itself was an aphrodisiac and my mouth fell open to respond, but he took advantage of that and kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth. His technique was so much better than all the other boys I’d ever Frenched. There was no saliva or darting around. Slowly, Chuck pulled away to kiss my jawbone, his hand slipping to the hem of my cobalt satin Alexander Wang dress. 

   Rrrriiiing! Rrrrriiiiing!

   I jolted awake, tugging the silk sleep mask off my face, and turning to glare at the sterling silver alarm clock that was set on my nightstand. This always happened just when it was getting good. I silenced the alarm and sunk deeper into my Swiss mattress. No longer was I in the backseat of a sleek limosine, but in my spacious bedroom that had a perfect view of Central Park. The lavender painted walls were decorated with large black and white photographs of my travels with my parents as well as a small Lichtenstein that one of my uncles had given me for my birthday. A large Swarovski crystal chandelier was suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room, each crystal catching the sunlight pouring in from the French windows. 

    My place in the Upper East Side was a peculiar one, but I had earned it since my father owned more than half of Wall Street and my mother ruled the Upper East Side debutante scene with an iron fist. Socially, however, I was in a strange spot considering my best friends were Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen. I’d known them since preschool and they were practically sisters to me, but when it came to falling into certain roles, theirs came more naturally. Blair was the smart, ambitious one and Serena was beautiful, wild, party girl. Then there was me, Y/N Y/L/N, falling somewhere in the middle. I was almost as elegant as Blair, but I loved going out with Serena. Also, I always had a line or a comeback whenever the opportunity presented itself, but I didn’t think that was worth being labeled the funny friend. Another crucial difference between me and my gorgeous best friends was they both had boyfriends and I didn’t. Of course, I had kissed boys and tried dating but I’d never had a real relationship. Blair and Serena had both tried setting me up, but it never worked out because their boys were never who I wanted because who I wanted would have shocked everyone: Chuck Bass. 

   Somehow, the fact that I never had a boyfriend translated into me being the innocent one just because I didn’t hook up all the time or have someone to regularly hook up with. Sure, I hadn’t gone all the way like Serena and Blair had but I never went out with anyone I liked enough to give it up to. So, everyone would be surprised if they all knew that I, the sweet and funny friend of Blair and Serena, had it really bad for Chuck. I was well aware of his reputation and how he slept with every girl he could get his hands on, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about the way he looked at me----it was as though he was saying that he was going to have any and every way he could without saying a word. Plus, his confidence was incredibly attractive, along with the fact that he was so good looking. Of course, I never made a move on him and we only stuck to flirtations at parties and school, but I would have dirty dreams about him often and it was getting terribly difficult to brush them off. 

    I sighed, forcing myself out of bed and into the real world. Mother had instilled it in me that everyone must look presentable at meal time and the only exception was when someone was sick. So, I took thirty minutes to brush my teeth, wash my face, shower, moisturize, get dressed, and do my hair and makeup. When I went downstairs, I was surprised to see Serena standing in the foyer, laughing with Mother. Usually, Mother and I had breakfast together since Father was gone by the crack of dawn and I would meet Serena and the girls at Constance or the Met.

   “Good morning,” I said as I slowly approached them.

   They both turned towards me and Mother smiled softly. “Good morning, look who came to surprise you.” 

   “Did you miss me that much that you had to see me first thing in the morning?” I teased.

  “Yes, I can’t resist your charms,” Serena teased before hugging me.

   Mother glanced at her silver Cartier watch. “Well, I really must be off----Margaret is so cross whenever someone is late.” She kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you after school.” 

  “Of course.”

   “Actually, Mrs. Y/L/N, could Y/N come over to my house? I have a bio test coming up and she’s so much better at science than I am.” Serena’s blue eyes widened with her plea.

   “Of course, I see nothing wrong with that, just let me know if you are sleeping over or coming home,” Mother said.

   “Yes, definitely.”

    When Mother left, I turned to Serena. “You don’t have a bio test coming up, what’s this really about?”

   “I’d rather talk to you about it after you have breakfast.” 

   I wanted to argue, but relented: I did get cranky when I didn’t have food. So, we sat at the dining room table and Ursula, the housekeeper, served us bowls of fruit, oatmeal, eggs benedict, turkey bacon, coffee, and orange juice. Everything was delicious that I almost forgot Serena had something to talk to me about. 

   “So, why did we lie to my mother?” I asked once Ursula went back into the kitchen.

   Serena smiled mischievously. “Tonight, there’s going to be a suite party at the Palace and everyone’s going: Blair, Nate, Kati, Isabel, Hazel...”

   “Chuck,” I added. 

   “Well, he is the unfortunate reason that this party is happening and we can’t miss it.”

   “Won’t his head implode if you bring Dan?” 

   Serena straightened up. “No, but would that be such a bad thing if it does?” 

   She laughed, but I couldn’t bring myself to. “Why are you always saying stuff like that about Chuck?”

   “Because he’s disgusting.”

   “I mean, I know he can be, but I think he’s gotten better this year.”

   “Why are you defending him?” 

   I hesitated. Another reason----the most important one----as to why I couldn’t tell Blair or Serena about my feelings for Chuck was they couldn’t stand him. Chuck had tried to force himself on Serena last year and while that had disgusted me for a while, he seemed to have changed a lot. While he and Blair still played with people from time to time, he was nice when I talked to him alone. And while Blair tolerated Chuck, she declared she could never date him and that he was incapable of being faithful. However, he was always good at a party. If either of my friends found out about Chuck, I’d lose them forever and if keeping them meant that I only flirted with Chuck and had secret dirty dreams about him, then so be it. 

   “We’re all friends, aren’t we?” 

    Even if he didn’t personally invite me to this party. 

    “You and Blair might be friends with him, but I’m not. Besides, all he’s good for is parties and messing with people.” 

    “Whatever, we should get to school.” 

    The ride over was calm save for Serena’s irritatingly big smile as she texted back and forth with Dan. The light in her eyes was identical to the look Blair had whenever she looked at Nate. They both really loved their boyfriends and both couples looked so perfect in their own ways. I wanted that so badly, but the person I wanted it with was forbidden. 

     I fished a Camel out of my Balenciaga and lit it. Serena’s eyes widened in surprise as I lowered the backseat window, letting in the fresh autumn air. 

     “I thought you quit,” she said.

     “Does any true New Yorker ever quit smoking? Besides, Abraham doesn’t mind, do you?” I gestured to my family’s driver who was sitting in the front seat.

     “Not personally, but I wish you would quit for you own sake. Lung cancer is not a joke,” the older man said.

    “Thank you, Abraham,” Serena said.

    “Oh shush.” 

    We arrived at Constance before I knew it, just as Blair and her minions walked at the front gates. 

    “Will you need me to pick you up after school, Y/N?” Abraham asked.

    “No, I will be going home with Serena today.”

    “Very well.” 

     As soon as I got out of the car, I walked with Serena over to Blair and the other girls. I could barely stand Kati and Isabel, but Hazel and Penelope were nearly insufferable. They were all yes girls to Blair, which I was suppose was why she liked them. The only one I could tolerate was Jenny Humphrey. Everyone else thought she was a naive little girl from Brooklyn but there was so much else to her. 

    “Smoking still, Y/F/I?” Blair asked.

    “It helps me relax,” I said, blowing some smoke out of the side of my mouth.

    “And that is exactly why she’s going to the Palace party with us tonight,” Serean said, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. 

     “Of course!” Blair grabbed my hand. “Obviously, it wouldn’t be a real party without you.”

   “Just be careful, Gossip Girl is always watching,” Kati teased.

    I took another drag, “Well screw her, if I want to get drunk and flash some people, I will.”  

   “Y/N!” Blair exclaimed, but the large smile on her face suggested that she understood the joke.

    “I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”

    Chuck’s voice was enough to make my heart skip a beat, but i was practiced enough in acting cool and flirtatious in our interactions that it was something of a second nature to me. However, when I turned to face him, I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot little girl with a crush. 

     “Who says you’ll get to see that?” I teased.

     “I always get what I want.” 

     I took another drag to calm myself down. 

    “Hello, Chuck,” Serena said in a bored tone. 

     “Serena,” he replied, only glancing in her direction. “I’m guessing you’ll be bringing Lonely Boy tonight?” 

    “Do you have a problem with that?” 

    The look he gave her was answer enough and Blair stepped forward. “Calm down, do you need me to bring anything?” 

   “If you want to steal a couple of bottles from your parents’ liquor cabinet, I won’t be mad. Nate should take something from the Captain, too.” 

   “I’ll let him know.” 

   “Good.” Chuck glanced at the minions. “I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

   Then, he tossed me a quick glance before walking over to the St. Jude’s side of the school. There weren’t enough cigarettes in the world to slow my heartbeat. I hated how he had this effect on me, but loved it so much at the same time. He knew neither Blair nor Serena particularly liked him, which was why he found it so entertaining to flirt with me in front of them. If only it was sincere.

    Finally, the time had come for my friends and I to get ready for the party. The suite party dress code was pretty standard: elegant but slinky. Serena and I spent an hour each trying to pick out the perfect outfit from Serena’s closet. Of course, we sent Blair pictures to get her input and approval. We all agreed on a short silver tiered Monique Lhullier dress for Serena and a tea-length burgundy Nili Lotan silk slip dress for me. Then, there was the hair and makeup which took even longer for us to decide on since Simon, Serena’s hair stylist, and Bernie, her makeup artist, also ahd to have their input. Finally, we went with a subtle glam look on Serena complete with silver eyeshadow, nude lipstick, and big curls. For me, it was Old Hollywood inspired with minimal makeup except for a bold lip that matched my dress and a low bun with a few stylish pieces framing my face. We both slipped on some heels before meeting Dan in the foyer. He was dressed well in a black button down, dark jeans, and boots. If he wasn’t from Brooklyn, the other guys would have considered him cool.

   “You look beautiful,” Dan said, before kissing Serena.

   “Thanks.”  

   He glanced at me. “You don’t look bad either, Y/L/N.”

   “Thanks, Humphrey, and you almost pass for an Upper East Sider.”

    “Really?”

    “Yes, and if you would stop brooding, you’d fit right in.” 

    They both chuckled and Serena and I grabbed our coats. The Palace was a short cab ride from the van der Woodsen’s place. In fact, it was too short for me to have a quick smoke before we got there. I’d been to parties before and more hotel parties than I could count, but there was something different about tonight and I didn’t know what it was. 

    Before I knew it, we were walking into Chuck’s private penthouse suite. It was larger than any other room in the Palace, complete with a king bed, sheepskin carpet, Andy Warhols on the walls, balcony, a ridiculously large bathroom, and unlimited bottle service. The loud Pitbull song helped me calm down a little as I shrugged off my coat and dropped it at the pile of coats not far from the door. Kati and Isabel were already dancing, Penelope was making out with one of Nate’s lacrosse friends, Jenny was sipping something while talking ot another one of Nate’s lacrosse friends, Blair and Nate were talking off to the side, and Chuck was lying on the bed as Hazel seemed to be flirting with him.

    “Welcome to a classic Upper East Side suite party,” I whispered to Dan.

    “It’s like a smaller version of The Great Gatsby,” he muttered.

    Serena laughed. “Let’s get drinks!”

    “Please!” 

    We found the makeshift bar, which was really several ice buckets with bottles of vodka, champage, wine, and whiskey set in each of them near the balcony along with some mixers and olives. Serena made Dan and I martinis and poured some champagne for herself.

    “Cheers!” 

   We clinked glasses and started drinking.

   “It’s about time you guys showed up!” Nate yelled over the music.

   I hugged my good guy friend and smiled. “Sorry, we can’t all be prompt to everything like Blair.”

   “Hey!” She jokingly swatted at me. 

   Nate and Dan hugged and got into a conversation about lacrosse that was practically begging for me, Blair, and Serena to go off on our own. As we all talked, I couldn’t help but glance in Chuck’s direction. He and Hazel were still flirting, making me feel furious and sad at the same time. No one knew that I liked Chuck but that didn’t give her the right to be all over him. Did she even really like him? 

   “Y/N?” Blair asked.

   I blinked and looked at her. “What?”

  “Are you really considering Harvard? I thought you wanted to go to Yale with me,” she said.

  “I would love to, B, but Harvard’s the best for law.”

  “Is it? Because several presidents have gone to Yale----”

  “And Harvard,” Serena argued.

  “Are you on her side?” 

  “I’m not on anyone’s side, I’m just saying that past presidents have gone to both,” she said.

   In fifth grade, Blair made me promise that I would go to Yale with her. A couple weeks ago, I had talked to the guidance counselor about Yale and she explained that Harvard was a better prospect for a student in my standing. That was the most recent time I talked about Harvard and I had no idea how Blair would have found out about that. While I wanted to stay with best friend, I also wanted to be the best lawyer.

   “Let’s stop talking about school and dance.” 

   I downed the rest of my drink and made Blair dance with me. She resisted at first but after some cheering from Serena, she gave in. It was just like old times with us twirling each other around and dancing as well as we could. At one point, Serena spun me around in a way that when I stopped, made me look at Chuck. He was staring right at me, his eyes completely clear even though he was drinking. It felt like he could stare right into my soul and I took advantage of that. I turned to Blair, sipped some of her vodka, and began swaying my hips to the rhythm, complete with running my hand through my hair. I didn’t even have to look at Chuck to know he was seething with lust.

   When a calmer song came on, we wandered back over to Nate and Dan and got more drinks.

   “Nice moves, Y/N,” Nate said.

   “Hey,” Blair slapped his chest.

   “It’s fine, Nate, she’s just mad because I’m the better dancer,” I teased and poured myself some champagne. 

   “I don’t know, Serena looked pretty good,” Dan said.

   Serena grinned and kissed him, making me and Blair fake gag in jest. After a couple more drinks, both couples found space to dance. All I could do was sip my champagne and stare on in envy. If I didn’t like Chuck, I could have what they have so easily. I wasn’t vain, but I knew that I was “hot” in my own way and had offers before but none of them were from Chuck. When I looked at him again, Hazel was nibbling his ear and he mumbled something to her. 

   I downed the champagne and poured another for myself and then another. After the fourth, I decided champagne wasn’t forcing my feelings down enough and stepped outside for a smoke. The city looked so beautiful from up here, like a postcard picture. I walked off to the side, grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from my clutch, and lit it. As I smoked, my mind became hazy but clear at the same time. On the one hand, I knew that my feelings for Chuck were real but on the other, I had no idea how to deal with them. I couldn’t end up alone forever because I harbored these feelings for him, it just wasn’t healthy. 

   “It’s kind of sad to smoke alone,” Chuck said.

   He stood a couple feet away from me, hands in the pockets of his black Armani pants. The black velvet smoking jacket he wore would have made him look like Hugh Hefner if he didn’t have that smoldering look on his face. 

    “I’m supposed to be quitting.” I extended the pack towards him and he took one. I tried lighting it for him but my nerves mixed with the alcohol caused me to fumble. I cursed under my breath as I tried to get it.

   Finally, Chuck put one of his hands over mine and pushed his thumb against mine to start the lighter. When the bright flame appeared, he leaned forward and lit his cigarette. It took everything I had not to gape at him as he pulled away. 

   “Thanks.” I dropped both items back in my clutch.

   “I think that’s the first time I ever heard you swear.” 

   “Ladies aren’t supposed to swear.”

    “But it was sexy on you.” 

   I shook my head and turned away. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

   “Why not? It’s true, you are incredibly sexy, Y/N.”    “If you say that any louder, Hazel will push me over this railing.” 

   Then, Chuck smirked. “You’re jealous.”

   “What would I have to be jealous of? She obviously wants you.” 

   The words came out harsher than I meant them to, but the alcohol had made me bolder. 

   Chuck took another drag. “Many women want me.” 

   “And there’s that famous Bass humility.” I took a long drag and exhaled it into the night.

   Chuck stepped closer to me. “Why are you so snippy with me? You’re usually playing drinking games at this time.” 

   “I wanted a smoke, sue me.” I sighed. “Shouldn’t you be inside entertaining?” 

  “They can live without me for a second.” He took off his jacket, revealing a fitted black shirt, and drapped it around my shoulders. “Here, you must be freezing but I guess you can’t feel it because of the drinks.” 

   “But you’ll be cold too.”

   “It’s fine, besides, a gentleman always gives a lady his jacket.” 

   “You think I’m a lady?” 

   “I think you’re much more than that.” His hand cupped one side of my face. “You’re incredibly witty, smart, kind, stylish, and beautiful.”

    I blinked. “Beautiful?” 

    “Yes, so much so that I think you’re too good for this city.” 

    I couldn’t believe it, this couldn’t be real, and all I could do was shake my head. “You’re drunk.”

    “I’m not.”

    And that was when all the liquor came boiling up into one movement. I leaned forward and kissed him. He had been so sweet and sexy and bold that I couldn’t resist. The best part was when he kissed back with as much passion as me. If I didn’t have a lit cigarette in my hand, I would have thrown my arms around him, but I resisted. Slowly, I pulled away.

    “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

    “I would’ve if you hadn’t,” he whispered. 

     I tossed the cigarette and kissed him again and he pulled me closer to him as we began to make out. The heat between us was unreal and it was even better than any dream I ever had. Nothing could have ruined it. 

      “Y/N---” I pulled away to see Jenny staring at us in shock. 

      Except that. 

[iainwrites]

Love At First Sight

A “Dresden: Year Zero” story.  The hardest part?  Realising I couldn’t work Elwood Blues into it and make The Blues Brothers canon crossover (he’s on a Mission from Gahwd.  Just, you know, a different one than the Knights).  Anyways.  

               “For the last time, Nick, you don’t need to do this.  Hell, you can’t do this.”

               “As my last order as your boss, Harry: shut up. You’ve done good work and you’re finally getting your licence.  Even after that… thing with the interview.”

               We’ve been bickering like that the whole drive from Ragged Angel Investigations, me trying to convince Nick that he didn’t have the means to buy a car and him being pigheaded and ignoring everything I said. He keeps insisting that since I have my own private investigator license and will be doing work on my own, I need to have my own car and this would be his graduation present.  He means well and this is completely altruistic and yadda yadda yadda.  He’s never been in this for the money, he says, so why not throw it around for the people who he can actually stand.

               The points he makes are actually pretty good, though.  Like how I’m a little hard on his car.  On everyone’s cars, really, so having to take care of my own may help with my occasional bouts of driver’s rage.  And how I can’t really expect to bum a drive off everyone I know, especially when that number is depressingly low.  And that I’ve never really gotten an anything present from anyone for my entire adult life (which he knows, thanks to a night of drinking that has rendered our memories very spotty), so I’m probably due for something relatively nice.  

At some point, I stop complaining.  Nick, never one for long drawn out silences, tries fiddling with the radio, knowing that as long as I had to ride shotgun, he’ll never get anything more than the repetitive squeal of static.  Not that that is any different than what you hear on the radio most days.  He gives up, just like he always does, and grumbles how he can’t wait to hear something other than all the things falling off his jalopy.  I just take it all in sage like silence.

“So you staying in Chicago, Harry?” Nick grunts into the quiet of the car. Like I said, not one for silence.

I shrug.  “Not sure, but it’s not like anything is holding me down here.  Rent on the apartment can be dropped whenever, as long as I’m good for the back rent with Mrs. Spunkelcrief.  No family, barely any friends, and there’s always some other city or town that needs helping.  The only person who’d really care is my probation officer, and to be quite frank, screw ‘em.”  

“Careful with that, Harry.  You don’t want to go pissing off the people who could lock you away.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Well, if you knew him, you’d say the same thing.”

“Doesn’t matter.  People like us, working for the law, we’re all in the same boat,” he tells me.  “You think I got up in Davis’s case when he came down to the office about that Astor girl?  He was doing his job; he wasn’t there to screw me over, or because he had it in for me.  Your parole guy may be a hardass, but he’s just doing what his bosses tell him to do.”

Yeah.  It’s not Morgan’s fault that the Council has a standing “Kill Dresden to death if he acts funny” order on my person.  He would be so much nicer if I was just one of the guy’s.  Right.  And Bob’s a suave British gentleman who is completely chivalrous around women.  I keep this biting appraisal of the world in my head, regardless.  I respect Nick and can see where he’s coming from, but as far as he knows, I’m just a regular guy on probation.  He’s got an inkling that there’s more than meets the eye, thanks to the whole troll incident, but I can’t out and tell him about the magical side of the world without incurring the Council’s wrath.  

So I just grit my teeth and mutter, “I guess.  Maybe he’s actually nice and fluffy on the inside.  Like a wolf.”  It seems to make Nick think that I’m still capable of learning something, because he grins, and starts humming something off key to fill the void.

After another couple of minutes, Nick pulls into the lot of his mechanic. From all accounts, Mike is like the Horse Whisperer, a bokor and Frankenstein (not the Monster, the Doctor) all rolled into one tiny, greasy man.  We shake hands and I get a jolt of magic off of him, which sends my brain into hypothetical overdrive.  Magic users like me are hard on any forms of modern technology, but the Council has been getting reports of what they can only call technomancers.  If you were to hear them, these people are barely talented enough to turn water into soup, but they have a certain affinity for machines. Well, Mike, you’re secret’s safe with me.

“Nick did me a solid during the divorce, so you’re getting it good today, Stretch,” he tells me, after I’m pointed towards something that doesn’t look like a midlife crisis.  “Wander the lot for as long as you need and come back whenever you find something. We’ll haggle it down to something worthwhile and Nick can finally stop asking about cutting holes in the floor for space.”  He gets a bottle cap to the back of the head for that, but doesn’t seem to mind.  

He and Nick make their way back to the garage to chat and get their hands dirty on some other rig on the lift, while I move my legs towards whatever’s oldest. Heh.  Sounds like my old dancing job.

I walk aimlessly for a while, taking what he has on the lot.  A couple of old Camry’s, a few relatively new BMW’s, an Omni that’s seen better days, if not years.  Nothing really jumping out at me, but I guess even without thinking about it, I’ve been thinking about what kind of car I needed.  Like I said, wizards are hard on modern technology, and if I wanted to drive something reliably, it needed to be older than the Merlin.  

The deeper into the lot I go, the further in the past I find myself.  I start to pass by cars that were made around the same time I was (always a fun thing to think about), and then start to see things my Dad would have driven when he was my age.  They’re all beat to Hell or look like they’re on their last legs, but I start to feel comfortable.  The older the technology, the more wizard friendly it usually is.  The fewer electronic parts that could blow out, the longer it’ll run with one of us behind the wheel.  That’s why Ebenezer still drives that ’37 pickup; not because it’s the best thing on the road, but because it’ll stay on the road.  Actually using something like that as a private investigator in Chicago seems a little… okay, a LOT stupid, but that’s what I’m aiming for, but the ideas there.

After a while, I start to tune things out, letting my feet carry me around the lot while my brain takes in at its own speed.  Funny thing is, the less attention I pay, the more I start to move around the same group of cars.  I’ve been involved with magic long enough to know that repeated, unconscious acts are typically things you should pay attention to, and my soon to be new investigative license will tell me to always trust a hunch.  So I bring myself out of my daze and start to look.  Not Look, mind you, because you never know what you may happen to see, but to see what I’ve been circling around.

If I had to date them (and I’m definitely not a car guy in any sense of the word), I’d put this particular block of cars around the 1950’s.  Most of them look thoroughly ragged and rusted, but that could be put down to how long they’ve been sitting in the lot and that they’re almost half a century old.  The main suspects are a couple of jeeps that wouldn’t look out of place on the set of M*A*S*H, but buried somewhere close the middle are a small knot of bubble tops that catch my eye.

Volkswagen bugs, all of the same age, all in different stages of disrepair. Some have doors, but the roofs have been torn off; some have roofs, but the bodies look like they were used in a giant’s soccer game.  Each one features a different faded color; each one shares the same color of rust liberally scattered around the frame.  Some are bare on the inside; some have seats that look like they’ve been home to animals since before I was born.

But something in my brain looks past all of that.  Like its putting together a puzzle, it takes all of the Beetles apart and puts them back together again, making something patchwork, but whole.  I couldn’t explain to you why or how I started doing this; it just happened.  A gangly guy like me folding myself into a clown car like that.  A car that, despite being the right age to be minimally affected by wizardly whims, would probably still need to be in the shop one every few months.  No matter the logic I put into it, though, or the thought of other cars on the lot that I passed by, my mind keeps coming back to that group of Beetles.

“What’d you find out here, Stretch?” Mike asks, trundling along through the wreckage, almost as if he owned the place.

I shrug and nod towards the Beetles.  “Just these old wrecks.  Funny thing is, I keep coming back to them, no matter how unsexy they are.”

Mike grins and sucks on his teeth.  “Sounds like me and the old lady.”  He says that, but rubs the band on his ring finger with practised habit. “Yeah, these Beetles have been out here for a while, but they just won’t die.  Sometimes, for a kick, I see what cars still have juice in them, and those things turn over every single time.”

“Reliable, then?”

“Reliable, stubborn.  A little of A, a little of B.  You take care of it and nothing short of an explosion will keep one off the road. And even then, you could probably Frankenstein something out of it.”

I stare at the knot of metal in the lot for a long moment, then say (surprising even myself), “Yeah.

“Yeah, Stretch?” Mike asks.  He knows what I’m thinking, but gives me a chance to revaluate things before making the final call.

“Yeah, Mike.  Find the best one out of the pile, Frankenstein it and I’ll pay you.  Or Nick will.  Someone will pay you for pulling that kind of miracle off.”

Mike grins, sucks on his teeth again, then stares into the pile himself. I catch him out of the corner of my eye, his gaze getting unfocused and his hands tapping on thin air, almost like he’s playing an invisible piano.  When he snaps out of it, I get a quick jolt, like a static shock, only this one goes a little deeper than skin.  Whether he realizes it or not, Mike has some talent and seems to be able to use it.  A technomancer wizard, in a day and age where we’re supposedly the bane of computer chips and radio signals.  Evolution works in mysterious ways.

“Alright then.  You’ll have to ride with Nick for a while longer while I get that beauty up and running again, you understand?” he asks me.

I shrug my shoulders.  “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and the Big Guy took seven.  Take all the time you need.  I won’t be going anywhere.”

And really, I won’t.  Like I said, as I was wandering around the lot, I let my brain move at its own pace. In between car hunting, I started to realize that I’m not going to be leaving Chicago.  Not right away, at least.  The incident with the troll made me realize that the dark side of the magical community has a foot hold in this city.  Its probably no different in any other major city, but the difference is: I know about it.  I can’t just up and leave when I know there’s work to be done.  It won’t be pretty, it won’t be easy and I’ll probably get my knuckles rapped (or have my head in a noose) because of it, but its something that I can do to help people.  

So look out, beasties of Chicago; Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is here. When you hear the roar (okay, weak chugging) of my car, crawl back to your holes.  When my extra long shadow crosses your path, shake in your boots. And if you make me draw wood (shut up, you know what I mean), you’d better make peace with whatever higher power cares about you.  

If there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who’re you gonna call? Wait.  Crap.  Those guys in New York have that covered.  And I don’t even have an office yet, let alone a phone.  Or a paycheck to get one of those.  Ah well.  It’ll work out.

Probably.

Maybe.

It could happen.