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bandgie · 1 year ago

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After Everything

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

synopsis: You thought coming to terms with how you feel about Kai was going to be the hardest. But how he feels about you is a whole other animal itself.

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, PIV, no protection (bad), loss of virginity (m!), handjob, nipple play (f!), over stimulation (m!), cock warming (if you squint), slight mentions of pregnancy, emotions, insecurities, kinda angsty, possessive reader, happy ending, idk man

5.2 words (fuck im sorry)

If there was one thing you could count on Yeonjun for, it was his stubbornness. Ever since the little show you and Kai put on for him, he's been consistent in asking for a part two.

Yeonjun caught you in the cafeteria on campus. He’s wearing a flowy white button-down, sharp clavicle and lean arms on show. It would’ve been truly delightful to see him like this, but you just can't muster the ability to be attracted to him.

"Just one more time! One more, that's all I ask. You don't even have to fuck me. I'll even pay you..." You tune out Yeonjun's begging. It's a little difficult considering he's sitting right next to you, not letting you get a bite of your overcooked pizza in. But there's so many thoughts swirling in your head that it's not possible to pay attention anyway.

You’d done something you promised yourself you'd never do with Kai.

You went to his dorm.

Consistently.

Going to someone's place gives you an insight of who they are. He had a nice roommate, a decent space, and privacy. You told yourself it was convenient to have fun at a house rather than finding a secluded area.

Wanting that alone time meant something. You didn't want to tease him like this anymore, you didn't want someone to see how he could fall apart at the mere feel of your lips.

He was yours to tease, to touch. No one else should have the privilege of getting a taste of that, no matter how they beg.

"Are you even listening to me?" Yeonjun accuses.

It takes a couple of blinks for you to focus your attention on him. "If I said no, would you stop bothering me?" He laughs and crosses his legs, "Nope."

You sigh, giving up on your half eaten dinner. Yeonjun is quick to catch your annoyed expression, deciding to take another route.

"You like him huh?"

You turn your head to make eye contact, "Like who?" Yeonjun gives you a sly smile and shrugs, "You know who. I don't know why you're playing dumb."

"I'm not playing dumb," you say defensively. "You're the dumb one."

Yeonjun chuckles at your little outburst. "No you are. You're blowing me off for Kai. Blowing me off, I'm almost offended. Like, I know you've been distant, but it's not the 'I found someone better and I don't need you anymore' distant. It's the 'I'm head over heels for someone like a loyal dog' kinda distant."

"I'm not a dog!" You yell. A few nearby people look at you weirdly, but you shake them off.

"So you're loyal then," Yeonjun muses. He shrugs again and leans back when you don't say anything. "It's written all over your face babes. Puppy love. With Huening Kai no less, who would've thought. The very same boy you used to slap around, give swirlies in the toilet back in middle school, who you made eat my cum, may I remind you."

You wince at the memories, guilt eating at you from the distant past. You excused your actions by youthful stupidity, by the irrational joy you got when seeing his tears. Even now, you like tasting them. But hurting him isn't how you want to continue.

"Kai doesn't mean shit," you lie. It's so obvious though. You wouldn't believe it yourself. Yeonjun only makes you feel worse when he keeps smiling like an idiot.

"Oh, he doesn't mean shit?" He questions.

You meekly nod.

"Then it shouldn't matter that he's out with some girl then right?"

You sit up straighter and look wide-eyed at Yeonjun, "What?"

Yeonjun picks at his teeth like he's bored, but he has the most amused expression. "Just came back from a bar with Soobin before I saw you. Saw Kai and some chick there, she was chatting him up. Not that it matters though right?"

There's no time wasted when you grab your things. Your bag aggressively slings on your shoulder, almost hitting Yeonjun in the face. "What bar?"

"I thought you said he didn't mean shit?" He teases.

"For fucks sake Yeonjun what bar!"

Yeonjun glances uneasily at the onlookers giving you dirty looks, but you couldn't care less. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, the tightening in your chest. You think you might cry out of frustration if he keeps playing with you.

"I'll only tell you if you promise-"

"Yes!" You rise to your feet, seething. "You wanna see me get fucked? Done. Just tell me what bar."

Beomgyu's Bar is for college students only. The sun has barely begun to set, so there's not many people in the building. It doesn't take long to spot Kai's black hair peeking from one of the booths. He's with the same girl from the library you recognize. She obviously did her hair nicely, as if she wanted to impress him.

As if it was a date.

Anger boils in you, but you can't will yourself to move. Now that you're actually here, you don't know what to do. Should you go over there and make your presence known? Steal Kai away like last time? Should you just watch and see how things unfold?

That feeling of helplessness settles in your chest, and you feel the unfamiliar sting of tears in your eyes.

This was a dumb idea. You have no right being here, concerned about who Kai’s with. Not after how you've treated him, how you've talked down to him. Still, you can't stop staring at him from across the room.

Kai must feel your gaze because his head turns from the girl he's talking with to you instead. He recognizes you immediately even under the strobing lights. Your eyes widen at the attention, and you scramble for the exit.

He jumps to his feet to follow you instantly, ignoring how his companion tries to pull him back down by the sleeve.

"Where are you going?" She asks. "Do you wanna leave? We can go back to my place and-"

"I'm so sorry Anitta but I really need to do something," Kai doesn't even look her in the eyes. He focuses on freeing himself from her grip.

"Now? It can't wait?"

"No," He deadpans. "Can you please let go?"

"But Hyuka-"

"Don't call me that!" Kai surprises himself with the outburst. Not many people call him that nickname, only you've been consistent with the title since elementary. Strangely, it just sounds wrong when someone else says it.

The sternness in his voice makes Anitta loosen her grip just enough for Kai to run away. There's no protesting as Kai runs out of the bar, his goal set on finding you.

You left merely a minute ago, you shouldn't have gone far. Kai spots you in the parking lot, looking in your bag for your keys. He doesn't know why you were there, or what to say, but what he does know is that he needs to be with you.

Within a few long strides, Kai reaches you.

He doesn't need to say anything for you to know he's there, you can feel the warmth of his body behind you. With shaky breaths, you slowly turn to face him. You try to discreetly wipe your tears before you fully face him, sniffing.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" You hate yourself for being snarky, but what else are you supposed to do? Fall to your knees and ask for forgiveness? Tell him that you can actually be a decent human being despite the decade of torture?

Kai doesn't let your sarcastic words get to him - he’s used to them. Still, you can see a twinge of pain in his eyes. "You know that's not true," His voice is barely above a whisper. As if he might scare you away if he talks too loudly.

"Isn't it?" Your voice rises. You don’t share his concern for volume. "At a bar of all places! So what,you get a taste of pussy and think you can get it all?"

Kai looks like his eyes might bulge from their sockets at your crudeness. He shakes his head feverishly, "No! It's nothing like that. She offered to go out-"

You put your hand up, silencing him. "I don't wanna hear it. It's better to have a slut like me to learn how to fuck than go with a good girl. I made it really easy for you didn't I? Here I was, thinking I was being too much of a bitch to you when really-"

"Stop!" Kai finally raises his voice. Your voice dies in your throat. Never has Kai commanded, let alone yelled, at you. There's a certain determination in his eyes that you've never seen before. It makes your heart speed, your legs tremble.

"Stop calling yourself that," Kai speaks softer this time. "Calling yourself...names. I never even thought those things about you. Ever. I mean, I do think about you, but not like that."

Despite being angry a second ago, your chest flutters at his confession. "...You think about me?"

As if realizing what he said, Kai blushes. It takes a moment before he nods, eyes finding the asphalt beneath his feet. "Yes. A lot actually."

You're still hesitant about it though, "Because I'm a bitch to you?"

Kai's head snaps up and he shakes it again, "No! Not at all..." He trails off for a moment, as if reconsidering what he said. The pause makes your heart clench. You should have known. Years of bullying would always stick no matter how much you sucked his dick.

"Well, you are...mean to me," he confirms. "But it's more than that. I kind of want you to do that to me. It's weird, and I honestly think there's something wrong with me. I just wanna be your dog sometimes."

Now it's your eyes that widen, a small laugh escaping into the air.

Since being with Kai more, you've caught on that he tends to say outlandish things. You would pretend that it was stupid and make fun of him for it, but you've always thought it was cute.

"Sorry," he gives you a sideways smile. "But it's true. Whether you treat me like a cat or a dog, I just wanna be with you. Yes, you gave me a hard time growing up. And yes...a part of me is still scared of the next thing you'll have me do."

You open your mouth to reassure him that it won't happen again, but he beats you to it.

"But I'd do it. I'd do it again even if it meant brushing my teeth for hours. If it meant having to buy new underwear all the time because of the stains. None of it matters to me except you."

"Hyuka..." You can taste your tears on your lips. You don't deserve this, him. Yet here he is, using his shaky hands to wipe your tears.

"I'm serious. If you don't want me to see her again I won't. Just tell me what to do-"

"No," you choke back on your sobs. "Hyuka how can you still want me after everything I've done to you? I'm a horrible person. I've made you do horrible things. I've treated you horribly. Even now, I ruined your date and made it all about me."

Kai's warm touch is soothing to your wrecked state. You can hear cars pulling up and people walking. If they're watching you and Kai, he must not care to notice. His gentle grasp on you stays, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're not a horrible person, and you didn't ruin anything. I've been trying to find an excuse to leave anyway. You saved me if anything," Kai admits.

Your hands clasp over his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. You both stand in silence, letting your breathing even out. Kai is patient as ever, softly humming under his breath.

That's another habit you've picked up on. You can sometimes hear him sing in the shower, when he's choosing a movie to put on for background noise.

"Oh wow," Kai sounds in awe. You blink a few times to see him looking up, and you mimic his movement. The sun has nearly fully settled, giving the sky a beautiful blue hue.

"It's the blue hour," he says mindlessly. "Isn't it beautiful?."

Your gaze settles on Kai's features. His strong jawline, the little bump in his nose, his full bottom lip. "Yeah," you agree, eyes fixed to his face. "It is."

"Hyuka," you call him after a second. His eyes move away from the sight, but the look of awe never leaves as he looks at you. "I'm sorry." You can feel your tears build up again. "I know it's not enough, and I don't think there's anything I can do to make up for what I did. But I'm so sorry. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I was stupid, that I was drunk. But I can't, and I won't. I'm selfish, I'm mean, I'm messed up. There must be something wrong with me too because I still want you after everything."

"There's nothing wrong with you," he whispers. Kai tenderly kisses your tears away, licking his lips. "Or maybe there is, we can be messed up together."

You giggle at him, playfully smacking his chest. "That's such a loser thing to say."

Kai laughs with you, pearly whites glistening in the setting sun, "I was hoping you'd think I was a lover."

You shake your head, still keeping the smile on your face. "So now what?" You question. "Do we kiss or something?"

Kai only shrugs, "I'll do whatever you want to do."

"We should go back to my place," you reason quickly. "It's getting cold out here."

His lips are on yours the second you closed the door to your apartment. Kissing Kai is nothing like anything you've experienced before. He’s shaky, messy, uncoordinated, and you love every second of it. You wonder why you never kissed him before.

You lead him towards your room, both of you tripping and slipping off your shoes. Hushed giggles filled the air as you finally opened your bedroom door.

It’s then that Kai decides to have some decency, "You don't have roommates?"

His lips are swollen and flushed from kissing. Your eyes catch how his hair points in all directions from the previous makeout session in the car.

You roll your eyes and slam your door closed loudly. "What about it? Take off your pants and get on the bed."

Kai is quick to listen to your directions, fumbling with his belt as you lead him to the bed.

His hands tremble from anxiousness, struggling to unclasp himself. You take pity on him and sit him on the edge of the bed, falling to your knees.

"You don't need to rush, Hyuka," you soothingly tell him. Your hands run up and down his thighs, trying to get them to relax. "We can take things slow. Plus I've already seen your dick. A little too late to be shy about showing me that, hm?"

Kai gives you an apologetic smile and nods, "Yeah sorry." You hear him take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Once he's calmed down enough he looks down at you and nods again, a sign to keep going.

Carefully, you remove his belt and toss it on the ground. You maintain eye contact when you unbutton the top of his pants, moving down to lower his zipper. Kai keeps his eyes trained on yours, a habit you had taught him whenever you gave him head.

He lifts his hips upwards so you can pool his pants around his ankles. You eye the tent in his boxers, licking your bottom lip.

"This all for me?" You tease, using your hands to play with his waistband. When he doesn't answer, you pull back on the elastic on his underwear and let it go. The snap sound echoes in your room, and Kai jolts from the slight stinging sensation.

"Yes! Yes it's all for you." His voice is whiny, eager to be pleased.

Maybe you should go easier on him, you had a heart to heart with him less than an hour ago. Still, a part of you feels like you've been going too easy on him in the bedroom. Here he is, expecting pleasure from you the moment you bring him to your place.

You've made Kai quite the whore.

This is his first time fucking, and that knowledge alone makes you back off from your usual antics. With a smile on your face, you shimmer his boxers off. You can see his ears turn red when you coo at the sight of his hard cock.

"It's so hard. I can't believe it's like this when I haven't even touched you. Thought you'd get tired of me." You speak mindlessly.

"I always get like this when I think of you," Kai confesses in a small voice. Your chest blooms with butterflies, returning his blush. "And I'd never get tired of you," he quickly adds. "Never."

To show your gratitude for his words, you grasp his cock in one hand while you place your other hand on his thigh. You stroke him gently, moving to engulf his tip in skin before dragging it down. Kai hums gratefully and grips the sheets.

It doesn't take long to hear the slick from his pre-cum. Your whole body starts following his strokes as if you're riding him. Saliva starts to pool in your mouth from watching your hand get all the attention. Still, the emptiness in your throat isn't enough to stop. You love seeing his face twist in pleasure, the way his neck looks when his head is thrown back.

Unconsciously, you begin to bounce on air. You pussy clenches around nothing, dripping with arousal. You're neglecting yourself from what you crave, what you need. It's been a long time since your pussy has been stuffed. Excluding Kai's tongue and your fingers, there hasn't been much action going on. You couldn't picture yourself sleeping with anyone so long as you were seeing Kai.

Now you’ve been given his dick on a platter, his tip an angry red with bulging veins. Experimentally, you bring your hand upwards to rub the head of his cock. Kai writhes in overstimulation, his hips jerking backwards to escape your touch.

You hum, understanding. "Sensitive huh? You think you can take my pussy next?"

There's a little spark of panic in his eyes, but determination overpowers it. "I can take it." Kai fidgets with the blankets nervously, "I dunno if I'll be any good."

You take your hand off his length and rise to your feet. "You don't need to be good, Hyuka. Just lie there like a good boy and I'll do all the work." Your fingers grasp the hem on your shirt and you lift the material over your head.

Kai has seen your boobs before. You've let him place his dick between them and use it like a fleshlight. He never gets bored of the sight though, and his dick jumps again in excitement.

You throw the blouse in the same direction of his belt. Teasingly, you cup yourself and massage your breasts. "Your turn."

Kai hesitates in taking off his shirt, but seeing you playing with your tits encourages him to do so. He doesn't try to think about how you're staring at him as he tucks his arms in the holes and lifts the shirt over his head.

To praise him, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You take a few steps closer to Kai so his face is in your chest. He looks up at you as you place a nipple in his mouth, needing some type of stimulation. He obeys, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin.

His lips suck on your bud, moving his hands to wrap around your bare torso.

Kai's tongue flicks against your nipple, making you moan. He switches from one boob to the next, unsure of which one to pay attention to. Kai settles for taking his time on each one.

He notes how you whine when he sucks harshly, how you arch your back further into him when he captures your nipples between his teeth. Kai watches as your skin turns purple from his bruising, a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

Your legs begin to tremble from the feeling. You keep a grasp on the back of his head to keep him close. The desire between your legs grows stronger. Your patience wears thin as you start undoing your jeans.

Kai backs away to let you get fully undressed. He kicks his pants off from his ankles and helps you shimmy out of your underwear.

Both of you are completely nude, exposed. It's a whole new sense of vulnerability. Before, clothes were a way to establish power. You would keep Kai either mostly clothed or naked from down under. It gave you a sense of superiority over him, but that's the last thing, if at all, that you want to feel from him now.

Instead, you want to feel his body on yours. His hot skin kissing your own. You might always want to take charge in the bedroom, but you don't think you could ever look down on him ever again.

How did you ever do it in the first place?

You place yourself on his lap, pushing him down by his chest to lay him on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth slightly open to catch his breath. You shush quietly, an attempt to calm him down once again. "It's okay, Hyuka. I'm right here."

Some seconds pass before you place yourself above his hips. You hover over him, knees either side of his waist. Your hand reaches down to grab the base of his cock, angling it towards your entrance. Kai's hands are still fisting the sheets, but you tell him that it's okay to grab you instead.

He listens and takes ahold on your hips, sinking into the bed further.

To let Kai get used to the feeling, you run the tip on his cock over your pussy lips, letting your arousal gather. The warmth of your sexes makes both of you moan.

"It's so warm," he notices. You giggle and look up at him, "It's even warmer inside."

Rather than looking nervous, Kai smiles back at you expectantly.

You take that as a green light to take him in. Slowly, you push the head of his dick inside. The crown spreads you slightly, and you have to bite your bottom lip from moaning too loudly. Kai whimpers at the first feel of your pussy, his grip tightening on you for a second.

You sink on him a few more inches before moving back up, letting your cunt adjust to his size. There's slight pain on your part, but you're so wet that it's far too easy to slide back down. The ache only mixes with the pleasure each time you take him deeper.

Kai seems to appreciate you taking your time. His hips stay on the bed obediently, taking in the feeling of your walls gushing around him. It's not until you sit on him fully, your ass to his thighs, that he cries out. He swears he sees white from the tight pleasure, the way his cock fits snug in you.

Perfect.

With trembling thighs, you let yourself settle on Kai's girth. He's stretching you out fully, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach. The depth makes you twitch and squeeze around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You trail your hands upwards so they rest on his shoulders. "This okay?"

Kai opens his mouth only to moan in response. He's babbling nonsense, but he's nodding rapidly. You can make out a few yes's and a string of curses, making you laugh. Experimentally, you rock your hips on him. The movement makes him whimper, his hands falling further down to grip your ass.

You set the pace, lifting yourself a few inches up before dropping back down. The feel of his cock dragging inside of you sends shivers down your spine. There's nothing you wish more than to bury yourself deep in his cock, spasming around him. You think you could cum from just squeezing him, but Kai is practically drooling for how you're riding him.

It doesn't take long for the pace to pick up. Especially with how his fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass, itching to pick you up himself just to slam you back down. His hips start thrusting upwards to meet you halfway.

Your breasts bounce from the force, a series of moans leaving your lips from every thrust. Neither of you care about how loud your thrusts are, skin on skin. If anything, that sound mixed with the wet slapping spurns you on more. Kai picks his head up to watch where you both connect and his dick disappears inside you, imprinting the image into his mind .

The sight alone makes Kia's balls tense. You're so warm, wet, and tight for him that he can feel his release getting closer. Thinking about finishing inside of you is beyond what Kai could have ever wished for. Making you his in any way possible, painting you in his skin in the most vulnerable way.

It's then that Kai realizes you both have missed a crucial step.

"Condom!" He chokes out. "C-condom. We didn't...we didn't..." Kai stutters from the power of his orgasm. It hits him so suddenly, his eyes sting from tears. It's embarrassing to cum so quickly, yet how could he not? You just feel too good.

If you heard Kai, you paid no attention to it. Instead, you help him ride out his high. You can feel his cum bury itself deep inside you, hoping to get you pregnant. He came a lot though, as expected from a virgin. Some of it slips out and drips down onto your bed. Not that you mind - it's kind of cute.

Your hips slow when Kai's moans settle down. He seems to like you rocking on him gently, milking him for every drop. Kai blinks up at you as a few tears fall, making you clench around him.

"I didn't mean to," he sobs. His hands trails up back to your waist as he cries. "I'm s-sorry. I really didn't-"

You shut him up by leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. His cries muffle, but he soon starts kissing you back. Kai presses you closer to him at your taste, finding solace in your touch. You pull away gently, watching how he chases after your lips blindly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Hyuka," you console. Your hands trail up and down his chest lovingly. "I wanted you to, I liked it."

"Y-You did?" he sniffs.

Nodding, you tell him, "I did. So you don't have to feel bad. We can take care of it in the morning." Kai nods at you, though his eyes still look unsure.

You decide that you won't have the opportunity to cum tonight, lifting yourself off him.

Kai's touch surprises you when he keeps you still on his softening cock. "But...you didn't..." He looks up at you shyly, pressing his cock deeper to get his point across.

You mewl at the feeling, tensing for a moment. "It's okay. We don't have to, I know you're tired."

Despite his sleepy eyes, Kai shakes his head. "I'm not. Use me. I can still be good for you."

Kai gently thrusts his hips upwards, not as deep but still enough to make a whole new warmth of gush leave your pussy. There's no way in hell you can deny yourself from pleasure any longer. Even if his dick isn't as hard, you can still use him, like he offered.

Kai hisses from how feverishly you begin to bounce on his cock. He's still so sensitive, but your need to cum outweighs the care for his own pain. He needs to see how you cum around his dick. Even if you rub him raw, fuck him for hours on end, the feeling of your cunt dripping with your cum around him is all he can think about.

Tears once again prick his eyes, and your hips rock faster upon seeing them. Kai's length is so hot and slippery in you, you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly. The warmth in your belly builds, chills covering your body.

Still being the obedient boy he is, Kai doesn't stop fucking up into you. Not even when the tears fall down his cheeks or the moans are tumbling uncontrollably from his lips again. You swear you see his eyes go crossed from the overstimulation, spurring you on further.

No matter how nice you'll be with Kai, no matter how much love you'll give him, seeing him cry will always be your favorite sight.

The building of heat in your stomach finally bursts, flooding your orgasm on Kai's cock. You twitch and moan when you cum, clenching harshly on Kia's abused dick. Kai rocks his hips against you to ride out your high, mimicking how you did for him.

You steady yourself on his shoulder before collapsing on him chest to chest. Both of you breathe raggedly, sweaty bodies mingling with each other. You both pay no mind, opting to stay still instead.

Nobody makes a move to pull Kai out of you. Not that you wanted to, it felt rather nice to have him inside.

Silence falls over you two as you steady your breaths. It's as though the world stopped moving. All you can feel is Kai's embrace as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle closer to him, planting a brief kiss on his chest.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, lifting your head up to see him.

Kaipeers up at you, looking thoughtful. "I feel...thirsty."

You adjust yourself so that you're supporting yourself on the palm of your hands, preparing to get up. "I can get some water-"

"No. You stay here, I can get it." Kai easily lifts you off his dick, both of you whining at the loss of contact. He sets you beside him and sits up, grabbing his clothes that he hastily puts on.

He gives you one last look before slipping out of your room. You take this brief time to collect your thoughts, your feelings.

Or so you try until your phone goes off. You sit up to search for the device on the floor, spotting it near your pants. You crawl off the bed, legs aching from being in one position for so long. Once the phone is in your hand, you climb back in bed and open your notification.

Yeonjun: i expect my compensation within the next few weeks

You groan, hating yourself for agreeing to his terms. There's no time to think about responding when Kai walks in with two glasses of water and a towel he must've found.

You shut your phone off and welcome your new lover back in bed. You'll have to worry about your promise to Yeonjun another time.

a/n: and thats a wrap! thank you so much for reading this little series and I hope you enjoyed it! I did *slightly* hint at an epilogue, but we'll see if I actually do it. huge thanks to @then-make-me for editing and revising!! this was defo a chore im sure! thank you so much!

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hyacintheros · 6 months ago

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Child of the Stars

|| (Regulus Black x Fem!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Word Count: 0.7k

P.S: A little blurb I was thinkin of c:

She brushes her nails on his scalp, massaging and scrubbing the soap in. Rinsing out the bubbles, she gives the nape of his neck a nice pull, loosening any tense muscles. His wife wrings out the water from his hair, applies conditioner, and leaves it in for a few minutes.

“Ow! What was that for!?” Regulus holds his cheek, trying to soothe the pinch. She looks at him, ready to beat him with the conditioner still in his hair. “D'you know what Sirius said? He told me he saw you getting ice cream with Draco! You guys went without me..” his wife pouts.

“Really? That's what you're upset over? You were at Lily's place! What was I supposed to do, not get him ice cream??” Regulus pouts back, thankful his wife isn't actually angry. Merlin knows what she'll do to his hair when angry, shuddering at the thought, praying for his precious hair currently in her hands.

She rinses out the conditioner, giving his scalp one final scrub before wrapping it up in a cute pink towel, one she bought to tease him about. “Would it make you feel better if we went out for ice cream?” He kisses her forehead in a means to make amends. She smiles at him, happy and bubbly for ice cream.

“D'you want help drying your hair?” The girl mumbles as she cleans up the huge bowl of water and products, doing this once a week for Regulus. They find that washing his hair is a nice bonding activity to wind down from the week, just basking in each other's presence.

“Could you help, please? My curls look nicer when you do them..” They move to the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed while he sits on the ground below her, head facing the other way. “Pass me the creme, darling,” he grabs the dark purple container, opening it for her and holding it up so she can dip her fingers into the product.

Regulus’ head falls gently onto her lap, breathing having evened out, too blissed out to stop himself from falling asleep. His wife chuckles softly, scrunching his hair gently and palming at his nape to help him feel better. She lets him sleep, putting a towel on her thighs to protect his hair.

—♡—

“I'm going to kick your shin if you don't get up from my lap.” Regulus chooses to ignore this threat, instead turning his head around to nuzzle it into her stomach, mumbling incoherent words. “Reggie! My feet are asleep, please!” He relents, just a little bit, standing up by and stretching his back.

“Old man,” his wife mumbles, also getting up to stretch. “You promised me ice cream, you know.” He pulls her in for a sleepy, discombobulated hug, shushing her. “Same place..?” He whispers into her hair, still physically in a different realm. She nods, giving a little kiss to his cheek where she pinched an hour before.

They both grab a coat, not in the mood to change as their coats cover them all the way to their ankles. “It's cold out and you still want ice cream? Truly a well oiled machine, you are” he snickers at her, apperating them to the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley.

Walking in, the smell of handmade waffle cones and sweet cream fill the air, temperature even colder inside. “Oh look, they've got a new flavour!” She points out to the glass divider, a swirly black ice cream with gold shimmers in it. The couple have been coming to the same ice cream shop for a decade, having tasted every flavour, new and old.

Regulus knows that look on his wife's face, having seen it a million times. Turning to the scooper, he says, “Could we get one Black Cherry Cheesecake scoop on a waffle.. and the new flavour- Child of the Stars? in a cup please.” He didn't see the name of the ice cream before, a bit ironic, he thinks.

Serving their ice creams, the boy behind the glass screen rings them up, “11 sickles please,” and Regulus pulls out his membership card, scanning it then paying for his tab. Grabbing the ice creams, they approach their signature table, one the couple have sat at almost every time they come.

Staring at his wife, he can't help but laugh at her expression, clearly confused by the flavour of her ice cream, not being able to place the actual taste. It's days like today that Regulus feels it was worth it, pushing through the hardest of what life had to offer, just to end up back in her arms.

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inbloomwriting · 1 year ago

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a kiss that I kept II Jamie Tartt

Plot: Jamie Tartt was 9 years old when he met the love of his life. He considers himself lucky to have met her at such a young age. He considers himself a damn fool for fucking it up later on though. Pairing: Jaime Tartt x female reader Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of Jamie's dad. Notes: Friends to idiots to lovers. Inspired by "Simple Song" by the Shins Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please

When I was just nine years old I swear that I dreamed Your face on a football field And a kiss that I kept Under my vest Apart from everything But the heart in my chest

There’s something cathartic about being back home in Manchester. Not as a footballer, just as Jamie. When he doesn’t have to be phenomenal, when he doesn’t have to perform and win. When he doesn’t have to try so damn hard to give his dad a reason to be proud of him.

Without those expectations and without the pressure, it feels good to be home. It’s a part of his childhood that is untouched by his father’s malice. It’s pure and joyful and precious.

He’s not Jamie Tartt, golden child and footballer extraordinaire. He’s cousin Jamie. He’s Jamie from down the road. He’s Georgie’s boy.

It’s been a while since he’s been back, been even longer since he’s seen any of his extended family but being back now, it feels like hardly any time has passed. Millie has always been his favorite cousin so when the envelope showed up in his mailbox, all fancy paper and swirly font, there was no hesitation in him. Nothing could keep him from attending her wedding.

She’s a beautiful bride, all flowy dress and flowers in her hair. It’s almost hard to believe she’s the same kid that used to run around the neighborhood with Jamie, getting into trouble wherever they could find it. But somewhere between chiffon and carnations that little girl still exists. He wonders if the little boy he used to be is still alive somewhere inside of him. He hopes he’s proud of who he grew up to be. Sometimes he doubts it.

His eyes wander across the room, the reception is in full swing, people are talking, laughing, celebrating. Love is radiating from every smile. Though Jamie doesn’t really care all too much about that if he’s being completely honest, he only cares about one particular smile.

And when he catches sight of her, leaning against the bar with a glass of champagne in hand, wearing a gorgeous powder pink dress and daisies in her hair, he’s certain his heart misses a beat.

It would be an understatement to call (Y/N) his best childhood friend. Friend was never a big enough word to describe what she meant to Jamie — what she still means to him.

Jamie Tartt was 9 years old when he met the love of his life. He considers himself lucky to have met her at such a young age. He considers himself a damn fool for fucking it up later on though.

“Are you planning on talking to me anytime soon or do you just want to stare at me all day, Tartt?”

She says it with the same sense of mischief she’s always held. Like a silent promise of adventure perpetually hidden in her words.

“I was going to — eventually.”

“Well, eventually is not good enough for me. I missed you, Jamie.”

It’s only when she pulls him into a hug that he realizes just how much that sentiment is reciprocated. The familiar scent of lavender and the feel of her body against his, it all brings up so many memories of times long gone. This, Jamie thinks, is as close to time travel as humans will ever get.

He is suddenly 9 years old, playing soccer on the field just down the road from his house. His football is old and slightly inflated and some of the hexagons are flaking off, just holding on by a single tread. His goal is no real goal and all but two plastic bottles functioning as make-believe goalposts.

The air smells like sunscreen and summer and dust and life is easy for a moment. He gets to do what he loves without having to prove anything to anyone. Football is just a game here, something to pass the time. It’s fun.

He does kicks and jumps and trick shots and it doesn’t matter if he messes up. He can fail without having to fear any repercussions. There is no one there to judge him for it. Failure is a byproduct of trying not a sign of weakness.

Just as he is about to line up another shot at the makeshift goal, he sees her across the football field. At 9 years old, Jamie doesn’t know a lot of things but he’s quite certain she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. For a moment he wonders if she’s a dream, an illusion. Then she steps closer, comes walking towards him with that bright smile of hers and the glimmer of excitement shining in her eyes.

“You’re really good,” she says. He’s heard that a few times before, it never mattered then because he wasn’t good enough, not to his father at least. It matters when this stranger says it though, because she’s pretty and because she has no reason to lie to him.

“Thanks. I’m Jamie.”

“You’re bleeding.”

His eyes follow to where she points at his right knee and sure enough, it’s scraped up, a drop of blood running down his leg.

“Does it hurt?”

Jamie shrugs as if to let her know that it’s not a big deal. It does sting quite a bit now that she pointed it out to him. He’s not gonna let her know that though, girls don’t like soft boys who whine about scraped knees.

“I have a plaster if you want one. So you don’t get any dirt in the wound.”

She doesn’t even wait for an answer, just rummages through her purse that’s shaped like a little poodle, and pulls out a plaster. Jamie holds out his hand though she doesn’t pay it any attention, just kneels down and softly, so fucking softly, put the plaster over his wound. It’s the first time he smells her lavender shampoo, the first time she smiles at him, and the first time she sends his heart racing.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

And his life has not been the same since.

“ I missed you too.”

It’s the truth. He missed her terribly. But sometimes it’s hard to reconcile who he is with who he used to be. Who he is now with the person she used to love.

“Could’ve fooled me, you don’t even answer my insta DMs, you ass.”

Even when she curses him out, she regards him with infinite affection.

The girl that put a plaster on his bleeding knee is now a whole woman, but the kindness is still the exact same. The softness she holds for him is still there.

“To be fair I hardly check those. They scare me, honestly.”

“At least your mum updates me on your life. She was always my favorite Tartt anyway.”

He loves how much she loves his mum and how much mum loves her. There is something so inexplicably comforting in knowing the people you love most share a bond.

“Think you’re her favorite too.”

“Oh yeah, I know I am.”

Her laughter rings through the air like the sweetest song he’s ever heard. It’s so awfully cheesy, his own thoughts almost make him barf. But she just has that effect on him.

“You look beautiful today, (Y/N).”

“Today?” she asks in mock offense and though he knows it’s really just a joke, he feels the need to explain himself.

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re always proper fit but that dress? You look like a fucking angel.”

The way she bites her lip slightly and bashfully averts her eyes for a second, is a success in his book.

She really does look gorgeous, a whole vision of perfection. The pink dress, the flowers — the necklace.

A shiny rose gold charm sparkles in the light, resting gently against her skin. Heart-shaped like his feelings for her. He knows the pendant opens up and he knows exactly what he’ll find if he were to open it.

His lips lift in an involuntary smirk.

“What’s that look for, Jam?”

“You still got the necklace.”

She places a gentle hand against her chest, against the heart-shaped charm.

“Obviously. I will never ever ever get rid of it. I love it. You stole this for me!”

He was 14 and stupid and head-over-heels in love. He still remembers the sticky heat of the summer clinging to his skin, the taste of watermelon on his tongue, and the thought of her on his mind.

They spent all day riding their bikes around town with nowhere to be and everywhere to go. It was a good day, a phenomenal day. She shared her ice cream cup with him and held his hand on the way back to their bikes. It was a phenomenal day and Jamie was not ready to let it end just yet. Not when he couldn’t stop thinking about the way her eyes lit up as she looked at that necklace in the shop window.

In retrospect, it was an extraordinarily dumb idea, one of his worst to date, but it made her smile. The way she smiled at him when he gave her the necklace that he stole for her, that made it all worth it. The yelling from mum and the being grounded and the having to pay back the money by working at the store for 3 whole months that summer.

Her smile made it all worth it.

“Mum was so mad at me that day.”

“Well, you did commit theft, so —”

“Worth it though. Made you smile.”

“Oh, Jam you— “

The nickname gives him shaky knees, the interruption by the DJ gives him a fucking headache.

“May all the unmarried ladies please report to the dance floor, it’s time for the bouquet toss.”

“That’s my queue, I guess. Save me a dance, Jamie Tartt.”

He will save her every damn dance in his life. They are all hers if she wants them.

She stands in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by a bunch of other women, a flicker of friendly competitiveness shining in her eyes. If she’s joining in on the bouquet toss, that means she’s not married, does that mean she’s single?

Of course, he could’ve asked mum, she knows for sure, but that would just open a whole different can of worms. You don’t ask your own mum if the girl you’ve been in love with since you were 9 years old, is single. You just don’t, no matter how badly you want to know.

The DJ starts playing Girls just wanna have fun, (Y/N) hated that song. “It’s awfully overplayed”, she said one time they were driving in his car, before changing the station.

She must still hate it judging by the grimace that falls over her face for a mere second before she catches herself and puts another polite smile back on her lips.

Millie stands before the group of women, back towards her friends, and bouquet raised in the air before counting down.

One

Two

Three

The flowers fly through the air and land in the hands of a girl whose name Jamie can’t recall but she’s definitely one of the bridesmaids. Chelsea? Cristy? Something like that. She looks elated, a guy leaning against the bar looks mortified.

(Y/N) seems thoroughly unbothered by it all as she strolls back across the dance floor toward Jamie.

“Do you want me to congratulate you or give you my condolences?”

She just laughs and shakes her head “It’s not like I have any suitors waiting for me to offer them my hand in marriage anyway.”

So she is single. Not that it matters or anything. It’s good to know though.

His eyes sweep across her face, then her hair, where one of the daisies is barely holding on and just about to fall off. Without giving it another thought, as if moving on autopilot, Jamie gingerly plucks the flower from her hair and places it behind her ear. There’s something about her that makes him want to be soft, that allows him to be soft.

“Almost lost one.”

“Thank you, Jamie.”

The tenderness in her words almost sends him to his knees. When you’re used to words being sharp and bitter it’s hard to accept when they are silky and delicate.

“You have the saddest eyes, Jam. What’s bothering you?”

There is a big long metaphorical list of all the things that rest so heavy on his heart. The pressure of having to be the best version of himself at all times. The feeling of failure always creeping up on him. The fear of messing up. The idea of not being good enough.

The reminder of what could’ve been and of all that isn’t.

He has a whole big list of things that make him sad — he doesn’t say any of that though. Just shrugs his shoulders in nonchalance.

“Don’t know what you mean, I’m chuffed. Doing fan-fucking-tastic.”

She can read him like a book, always could. Jamie doesn’t know why he even tries to fool her, it’s not going to work either way.

“I know that’s a lie,” (Y/N) scoffs then regards him with a look he can’t place. It’s a mix between pity and something else, something warm and comforting. “I’m not going to force you to talk to me about it. I’m aware we aren’t as close as we used to be but I just want you to know that I am always in your corner, Jamie. Always.”

He has no doubt she means what she says but Jamie isn’t sure she really knows what she’s talking about. She knew him as a little kid, an awkward teenager, a misguided 20-year-old. She doesn’t know this new version of him. Bitter and a little lost — or maybe a lot.

Jamie isn’t sure this new him deserves her loyalty.

"There's something that does make me sad, actually."

"What's that?"

"The fact that I’ve not had a single slice of cake yet. That’s why I’m here, innit?”

“And I thought you were here to celebrate your cousin getting married.”

“Common misconception, really. I mean I am — but mostly it’s about the cake. Technically I’m on a diet but it's a wedding, that doesn’t count. We all know that.”

They both know he’s just talking out of his ass. Of course, he’s here for Millie. For the wedding and the family get together and all of it. And even a little for (Y/N). Because he really did miss her … so fucking badly.

“Oh well, let’s go get us some cake then. Can’t have you starving, not Jamie Tartt — the island’s top scorer.”

Jamie has done a lot of things in his life that he isn’t particularly proud of. He tries to see them all as learning opportunities, cautionary tales for a future him. Doesn’t mean he likes to think about them. Especially not his short but quite memorable stint on the dating show Lust conquers all. All the worst parts of him put on display for everyone to see and discuss and judge, every night at 8pm.

“You watched that then?”

“Uh, obviously?! What’s a best friend’s job if not to laugh about you while you make a fool of yourself on a dating reality tv show?”

It warms him from the inside out, to hear that she still considers him her best friend. He’s not sure he’s been very good at it in the last few years. Has barely talked to her. But then again, who makes the rules? Maybe some people are bound together so tightly from the very beginning that neither time nor distance can break them apart.

“I’ll have you know that I was number one on famous birthdays the day after I got eliminated from the show. So, who’s laughing now?”

“Were you? How long did that last?”

“Like a day, maybe 2. Then it went back to John Krasinsky, fucking wanker.”

“Aw babe, well you’ll always be my favorite person born on October 20th. “ she says as they both come to stand by the table decked out in cakes and other desserts. “ I do like the office though, hmm…”

"Oh, sod off. You’re breaking my fucking heart.”

He likes the way she hugs his arm in mock apology. She’s not sorry, in fact, she’s still laughing. It doesn’t matter if she’s laughing with or about him though. As long as there is a smile on her face, that’s good enough for him.

“Sorry. Can I make it up to you?”

Jamie nudges her shoulder with his, the way they always did when they were kids. That little boy that was so in love with her, he’s slowly but surely clawing his way to the surface again. Breaking free from Jamie’s ribcage where he has been kept hidden for such a long time now.

“Well, what about that cake then?”

The neon lights dip her in shades of blues and pinks and purples as she twirls on the dancefloor, weaving in and out of the crowd. Jamie is sure he’s seen this very moment in a dream of his before.

“Oh, you look so handsome, my baby. Are you having a good time?”

His mother’s voice cuts through his hazy daydreams as she plops down on the chair next to him. No matter how old he gets, Jamie doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of his mother’s affection. Her unshaken faith in him and her unwavering belief that he is a good man, after all.

“You’re my mum, you have to say that.”

“Absolutely not! Remember when you had that dangly earring? I told you right out you looked like a muppet.”

“Yeah you did,” he nods and takes a sip of his beer “Crushed me, honestly. Loved that earring. Thought I looked well cool.”

“Well, you know who didn’t hate it? (Y/N).”

That gets his attention. Eyebrows raised he takes his eyes off of the girl in question and turns fully towards his mother.

“How would she know? She didn’t see it.”

“Yes, she did. I showed her a picture when we had girls night.”

It's a nice image, his mum and (Y/N) having girls night. Sure, having them team up on him is terrifying, but he can't help but relish in the fact that his loves love each other so dearly.

"Girls night, huh? You ladies talk about me a lot then?"

"Are you joking?"

The way his mum raises her eyebrow is so familiar. It's the same damn expression he sees in himself all the time.

"That girl has been in love with you since you were kids. Of course, we talk about you a lot. You're all we talk about, Jamie. "

As a kid, Jamie always wondered what it felt like to put your finger straight into an electrical outlet. He never did it, obviously. But there was some strong curiosity there.

This is what it must feel like. Hearing his mother say that (Y/N) is in love with him, that's what it must feel like

Electric shocks straight to the heart.

“What?”

His mum just shakes her head, there’s that smile pulling at her lips. That typical mother's smile that tells you that they know you so much better than you know yourself.

“Come on now, Jamie. You know this is how she feels, everyone does. She adores you. Same way you adore her. That is how you feel, isn’t it?”

Of course, it is. She’s everything. She feels like an ocean being warmed by the sun. Warm and inviting and comforting. Beautiful. Tender. Soft.

“Don’t matter really, does it? We haven’t talked in so long. Doubt she even knows me well enough anymore.”

“She watches every match, goes to most of them if she can. She even bought that video game you’re on. Girl is almost as proud of you as I am. Look love, “ Mum rests a gentle hand on his arm. “I don’t know half the things that are bothering you right now but I do know that you’re struggling. I just want you to know that you are not a bad person, Jamie. The little boy you used to be deserved to be loved and so does the man you are now. You made bad choices but you still deserve love. We all make bad decisions sometimes. I know I made a lot of them when I was younger.”

“Hah, like having me.”

He passes it off as a joke but there’s a hint of truth swinging along. She was really young when she had him and while he knows she doesn’t resent him for it, he wonders if maybe her life would’ve turned out better had he not come along. Mum loves him unconditionally and she always makes sure he knows it so it’s a silly thing to think about really. It’s a fleeting thought and it really only shows itself when he’s already deep in his thoughts but when it does, it sends him spiraling.

The slap to the arm is not friendly or in good humor, that one is meant to sting.

“Don’t you ever say that again. You are my life, Jamie. I love you. Having you was the best decision I’ve ever made. You hear me?”

It’s dumb really, he knows Mum loves him. It’s always been them against the world (or well, them against dad, really). But sometimes his head gets so loud and fills itself with stupid thoughts.

“Yeah, of course. Sorry. I love you, mama.”

“Love you too, my baby boy. And I am so proud of everything you ever did, okay? Except maybe the earring.”

A chuckle falls from Jamie’s lips. “The earring was a bad idea, I got it.”

“Good. Now go dance with your girl, yeah? You two are driving me crazy.”

His girl. His girl wraps her arms around his neck when he walks up to her on the dancefloor. His girl looks up at him with the most radiant smile. His girl who feels like the sun and smells like lavender and wraps his heart in silk and sweet memories.

“Finally, thought I was going to have to drag you onto the dancefloor. You still owe me a dance.”

“Sorry. Not much of a slow dancer, yeah? I do know some great boy band choreographies though, and the cha-cha slide.”

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Coach made us learn a full N'sync routine for Doctor Sharon's going away party. She didn't show up but I was fucking ace. I’m sure Keeley has a video of it somewhere.”

She grants him a smile though it doesn't reach her eyes.

"How is Keeley? How are you guys?"

There's an edge to her words and if he didn't know better he'd call it jealousy. But that doesn't make sense … right?

There's no him and Keeley, at least not in the way she's asking about. There never will be. Keeley is one of his favorite people but her friendship means so much more than any fickle try on upholding a relationship doomed to fail. Jamie thinks there's something brave and mature about that realization.

"She's good. We're good. Friends I mean. Good friends."

"No more dating?"

"Nah she's dating one of my best friends. Hated it at first but they're kinda perfect for each other. It's a bit disgusting, really."

Those words manage to pull the smile all the way up to reach her eyes. It's magnificent. Spectacular. A laugh tumbles from her lips, a sound so sweet if he were to taste it, he's sure it would put the most delicious honey to shame.

"You know," Jamie speaks and pulls her closer as they absentmindedly sway along to the music " I never thanked you."

"For what?"

"For the phone call that one night."

It was just after Manchester had kicked him out. No one wanted to sign him. He had burned bridges with everyone who ever stood by him and gave him a chance and Jamie had never felt more lost and more alone.

He just needed someone. A piece of home. A reminder of the 9-year-old boy who loved football for the fun of it all. He needed her.

He hadn't expected her to pick up that night, he really didn’t deserve it. But she did. Of course, she did. She always did.

"You don't have to thank me for that, Jamie. You are you and I am me and I will always pick up the phone for you."

It's such a simple thought. The most basic of all concepts. You are you and I am me and there will always be a space for us in my life and yours.

"I just - I felt very alone and lost and I hated the person I was then. It was like I was some boat or something, stuck on a cliff. And then when I talked to you and you had my back anyway it was like all my fears that I told you about suddenly disappeared, you know? Like you sent me a wave, a flood and gave my boat a lift over the rocks. I know it sounds fucking silly but Ted has me reading all these books with the big words. Making me feel all smart and philosophical."

She's so gentle when she combs her fingers through his hair, tugging some strands back behind his ear. He will never grow tired of soft touches and even softer looks.

"Jamie, even if I didn't like the person you were then, I loved you anyway. I don't have to like you to love you. Loving someone means accepting that they make mistakes but giving them room to become the person you know they can be. You wanted to change for the better and honestly, I think you turned out pretty spectacular."

Jamie isn’t quite sure if he will ever grow used to receiving love in the form of comforting words and soft touches but he truly relishes in it, always.

"Do you wanna get out of here? Party is about to wind down anyway. Don't think anyone's gonna miss us."

The night feels heavy with possibility.

"Sure, Jam. Where do you wanna go?"

"Doesn't matter. Nowhere. Anywhere. As long as I'm with you."

The glimmer in her eyes tells him she has an idea.

The bench by the side of the field looks the exact same it did when he was a kid. Chipping red paint and rotting wood. Initials in permanent marker forever immortalizing past versions of whoever wrote them down. Time forever frozen.

Jamie is 9 years old again and he is also 11 and 13 and 16 and 25. It’s all the same. It’s all so different.

The field is no field anymore, it’s now a proper little football pitch with a goal on each side.

“What happened here then? That wasn’t there when we were little.”

(Y/N) strolls across the field, twirling in her dress illuminated by the moon and the streetlamps. She looks like something out of a movie. He’s sure if he was a smarter man, more poetic, he’d be writing songs about her, poems, books.

In that book Ted made him read, there’s this one line that Jamie suddenly remembers.

“She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance”

He thought those were just big words for saying some girl was well fit. He thinks he might get it now.

“Yeah well, some of us put together some money and convinced the neighborhood council to finally turn it into a proper pitch.”

“Some of you?"

“Mostly your mum, Simon, and I”

She meets his eyes across the field and his heart still does the same silly shimmy it did when he first saw her face.

“Why?”

“So another little 9-year-old kid gets to play with actual goals and doesn’t have to use plastic bottles.”

They did it for the kids, the community. But they mostly did it for him, for the child in his heart that never grew up. That is clinging to his insides and that only gets to live in his memories and in the hearts of the people he loves. The people that love him.

(Y/N) leans against one of the goalposts, a smile playing on her lips as Jamie strolls up to stand in front of her, hands buried in the pockets of his pants. His jacket is long forgotten on some chair back at the wedding venue.

“You know”, she says and lets her gaze drift upwards towards the sky. There is too much light to see the stars but Jamie thinks there’s still some kind of comfort knowing they are up there even when you can’t see them. The authors of the books Ted gives him, they’d have some flowery pretentious allegory to tell about all of this. He is no author, he's just a fool in love.

“This is where I had my very first kiss. Right here.”

Jamie wonders if she knows of the little electric shocks she sends straight to his heart when she lowers her head and looks straight at him while speaking those words.

It’s not news to him. Of course, it’s not.

He was there.

“Oh, was it?”

“Yup.”

“Hope the lad was alright.”

“He was perfect — for a twelve-year-old. I was also 12 though so I had nothing to compare, really.”

“What was he like? Lucky kid.”

“He had this really badly bleached blond hair. Tried to do it at home with a cheap box dye. Didn’t listen when I told him it was a bad idea.”

“I bet he looked fucking cool.”

“Had a bit of an ego, that one. Still does. Bit misplaced for someone who looked like Draco Malfoy.”

“You had a big fat crush on Draco Malfoy.”

“Yeah,” he doesn’t know when it happens. One moment they’re joking around, strolling down memory lane and the next her hand is in his hair, his hand on her waist, noses almost touching. “I did.”

“Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That was my first kiss too.”

There’s a flicker of surprise shining in her eyes.

“Huh? You said your first kiss was with Emma behind the playground.”

“Well I was lying, wasn’t I? Wanted you to think I’m cool and experienced.”

“We were 12 you dum dum. And I always thought you were cool.”

He was not cool at 12. No one is cool at 12. It still makes him weirdly proud to hear her say it. 12-year-old Jamie would be positively buzzing at that revelation.

“I um — Jamie, why did we never talk about it again? I know we were 12 and whatever but it meant something to me. Did it mean anything to you?”

Some memories, Jamie thinks, are meant to be shared. You want to tell everyone about them over and over again and it feels like you might burst if you don’t share them with others.

And then there are memories that are meant just for you. Beautiful places to escape to. So you keep them hidden in your chest, apart from everything else but your heart when they beat in sync. And they become part of you. And they keep you alive. That’s where he keeps this kiss. The first one. The only one that ever mattered.

“It means everything to me. But I — I wanted to keep that kiss to myself. That was mine and yours and I didn’t want anyone or anything to ruin that or turn it into something bitter and sad. “

“If I were to kiss you again, would you also want to keep that a secret?”

He shakes his head, his nose gently nudging her’s with the movement.

“Nah, I’d wanna scream it from the fucking rooftops.”

When she kisses him he is 9 years old again, seeing his future staring right back at him through the face of a little girl. He is 12 years old kissing her in the field, a kiss he’d kept with his heart ever since. He is 14 crying on the floor of her room the night he got back from the Amsterdam trip with his dad. He is 16 and a prick to everyone but her.

He is 25 and more in love than he’s ever been.

“50 fucking pence? Are you joking?”

“Nope. Dead serious.”

“That’s fucking mental.”

Her laughter echoes through the night as they walk down the familiar streets paved with countless memories. He#s holding her hand and he’s never felt more delighted about anything so simple.

“They still taste fucking great though.”

“They do, don’t they?”

Leave it to (Y/N) to continuously surprise him. As they started their walk back towards her house, she pulled two Cadbury Freddos from her sparkly purse. Jamie can almost feel the sun on his skin from all the walks they did to the corner shop during summer holidays to get some Freddos and a smarties pop-up ice.

“Don’t tell Roy I ate chocolate though, he’s gonna kick me ass.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

Her childhood home is coming into view just down the road and with it the end of this night. The door is a deep red color, he remembers (Y/N) helping her dad paint it when she was maybe 10 or 11 and her parents never seemed to have changed it since.

“Soooo what’s happening now?”

It feels a little silly to ask but Jamie has spent so much time keeping his questions inside of his head and not voicing them to her and he wonders just how much time he wasted because of that. Time he could’ve spent with (Y/N).

“I — I don’t know, Jamie. I want this to be. I want us to be, always did. Probably always will. But I don’t want you to choose me because being home pushed you into some kind of nostalgia-induced stupor or something. I want you to be sure about us. So, how about you sleep on it and tomorrow morning you pick me up for breakfast and we’ll talk? “

If he’s being entirely honest, he doesn’t want to talk. All he wants is to kiss her and then kiss her some more. To make up for every second that he wasted not telling her how he felt. But she is being rational and sensible as always and he has to respect that. Out of the two of them, she was always the reasonable one while Jamie did first and then thought about it later.

“Okay yeah. I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Goodnight, Jam.”

“Night, (Y/N). You look beautiful by the way, not sure I said it.”

“Thanks, you look very handsome too.”

There’s an I love you on the tip of his tongue and he so desperately wants to say it but when she places a kiss on his cheek and opens the red door, all his thoughts just slip from his mind.

“Bye, Jamie.”

“Bye.”

He stays stuck for a moment or two before his legs slowly carry him down the road. The night is inky black and the street lamps' horrid orange-hued light reflects against the asphalt.

So many times he’s walked down this exact road wondering what could be. Wondering how to show her how much he loved her. Wondering if someday, somehow they would end up together.

9-year-old Jamie knew she was his destiny from the moment their eyes met across the football field. What would he think seeing him now, walking away from all he ever wanted?

What’s that quote from that romcom the team watched together the other day?

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

The shiny black shoes he’s wearing are not meant for running. He figures that out as he turns on the spot and rushes back down the street toward the red door. There is no need for him to sleep on anything. He has never been more sure about anything in his life. Ever.

His heart is racing as he reaches the house, as he knocks on the door, and as he rings the doorbell — for good measure.

His heart stops when she opens the door, her dress gone and exchanged for a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

“Jamie? You forgot something?”

“I don’t need to sleep.”

“What?”

“I don’t need to sleep on it. I know what I want. I want us, I want you. Always did. Always will. You’re the only person I want to talk to when I feel shit and you’re the first person I want to tell when something good’s happened. I want to ride my bike with you the way we did when we were kids and eat freddos with you even if they’re 50 fucking pence now, which is insane. I want to go to weddings with you and dress up fancy and I want to sit on the couch and watch movies with you we’ve both seen a million times. I want you to make fun of my stupid earring and have you help me dye my hair and I want to kiss you and tell you how beautiful you are every single fucking day. I want everything and anything as long as it involves you. And I don’t need to sleep on it. I am sure.”

“Jamie?”

“Yeah?!”

“Kiss me!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

It feels right, to hold her and to kiss her. Like all his life has been leading up to this moment. To her soft lips on his and her hands in his hair and his hands on her waist.

And he thinks she might just feel the same. She doesn’t need to say it to let him know. She tells him with his tongue, with the gentle touch of her fingers against his skin, with her breath in his lungs.

He is 9 years old and also 12 and also 14 and 16 and 20 and 25. He is all those versions of himself and each of them was and is in love with (Y/N).

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x female reader #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt x fem!reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt imagines #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt oneshot

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chubbycelebs · 1 year ago

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The Factory of Fatties (Part 4)

The only boy left on tour now was original fat boy Charlie. He had resisted all the temptations that the other boys had fallen victim to but still enjoyed his trip to the factory. Even though he didn't turn into huge fat blueberries or got so fat he ripped out of his clothes or turned into a fat cream making machine, his body still reflected his enjoyable day. His belly was still full from all the sweet treats he'd eaten throughout the day and his tight shirt pulled tight across his big bloated gut, threatening to reveal his belly button if he were to eat anymore. As he followed Wonka down the hallway he couldn't help but think how sad it was now that the tour was coming to an end. He loved his time here and didn't want to leave.

Wonka and Charlie got to the end of the hallway where a big grand door stood. It was a rich wooden colour with swirly engravings on it making it look quite mystical. Wonka bent down and unlocked the door and pushed it open. Inside it was like any ordinary office but was full of colour. Wonka came in and put his hat on the table and leaned on the table facing Charlie. Charlie stood facing Wonka and for the first time started to take in what he looked like. He had very strong facial features which in combination worked well together on his face. His suit was tailored perfectly for his rather slim body and his hands whilst large were strong and dominating.

"Well then Charlie. It's just me and you now. All those other boys couldn't resist their temptations and will be here working for me forever now, not that it's against their will. They all seemed very pleased to be here now." Wonka placed his hand in between his legs almost rubbing past his crotch, like the idea of those fat men made him excited. Charlie's heart began to pump faster, not due to some random exercise or panic or anxiety but rather excitement. "I suppose I should get round to you then my dear boy." Wonka stood up and walked slowly around his desk, undoing his bow and unbuttoning his shirt. "You are the winner of the tour, much to everyone's surprise I mean we can see you've got a big appetite," he pointed to Charlie's belly "and they all thought that that belly would get you in trouble." Wonka pulled off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt. This revealed Wonka's rather surprisingly strong body. He had a strong chest a defined stomach all coated in a light layer of dark hair. "But I knew that I wanted that belly. Knew it would be rather suited in my hands rather then any others." Wonka started to make his way towards Charlie now with his shoes off and him unbuckling his belt. Charlie's heart started to race. Seeing Wonka like that was so sexy and exciting. "I knew that you could be a great help to me Charlie. That gut of yours" he placed a hand on his under belly, sneaking under his tight top, "its so stimulating. Its been driving me crazy from the moment I saw you this morning." Wonka pulled his trousers down, revealing he had no underwear on this whole tour. Charlie looked down and saw Wonka's big long and very hard member stood at full attention. Wonka was coming closer to Charlie until the tip pushed against Charlie's lower belly. Wonka grabbed Charlie's shirt and pulled it off. Wonka then started to lower him self, feeling every inch of Charlie's thick middle. When Wonka got to his knees, he pulled Charlie's trousers off and his tight pink underwear. He grabbed Charlie's much smaller but very hard dick. Charlie moaned almost instantly as Wonka began to rub his cock and grab his large buttocks. Wonka stood right up again. "Bend over my desk you big boy" he demanded giving his fatty cheeks a squeeze. Charlie did as he was told instantly. Wonka walked around to the front of the desk and pulled out a cake from a drawer. He placed it in front of the fat naked boy. "You are to eat this entire cake whilst I fuck you piggy. You are to eat the whole thing, only then will I finish. Then I have another treat whilst I finish you off." Wonka walked back around the desk and placed his body right behind Charlie's. Wonka leaned against Charlies soft body and slowly inserted his thick hard cock into Charlie's chubby hole. Charlie moaned so loud before Wonka pushed his head into the chocolate cake. Wonka was slowly speeding up pounding Charlie's chubby cheeks, his whole body rippling from the motion. Charlie was eating the cake as fast as he could mouthful after mouthful he was gulping down the rich moist cake. He could feel his already stuffed belly getting fuller and fuller. What he didn't realise was that he was getting fatter and fatter. The chocolate was so thick it filled his body with fat, taking his already 220 lbs body to around 250 lbs and growing. Wonka pumped harder hearing Charlie moan and groan as he stuffed his self full of Wonkas cake. As Charlie licked the plate clean, Wonka could feel Charlie's body come to a halt with its growth. Charlie, now around 300 lbs, was jiggling all over, his belly spilled over the desk, his moobs now even bigger, drooped over the desk too. His backside had doubled in size and Wonka was taking full advantage of it. He pumped harder and harder until he couldn't hold it in anymore. Wonka exploded inside his huge partner filling him further with his sweet cum. Charlie moaned as he felt his belly push even further out.

Wonka pushed everything off his desk and pushed Charlie onto it, still recovering from the intense fucking and fattening he'd just endured. Charlie sat on the table panting when Wonka pulled out a tube from the ceiling. He pushed it into Charlie's mouth and pressed a button. "You be a good piggy and guzzle this down for me wont you. The more you drink the better this will feel." Just then a sweet thick liquid came rushing down the pipe, filling Charlie's mouth. He began to gulp it down mouthful after mouthful. Wonka got to his knees again and put his mouth around Charlie's shrinking dick. He started playing with the tip with his tongue and then sucking on it gently. Charlie moaned as the liquid filled his belly pushing it out further and further to the point he could barely see Wonka going to town his cock. Wonka worked faster and faster on Charlie's cock feeling the mounting pressure build. He could also feel Charlie's belly grow bigger and bigger pushing against his head. His thighs also grew making it harder to reach his already small dick. As Charlie took one big gulp of the liquid and his belly surged forwards, he couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into Wonka's mouth. Wonka was taken aback by the amount of sweet cum that Charlie had produced but Wonka gulped back every drop. To Wonka's confusion he felt his belly fill up too with Charlie's cum. As Wonka stood up and Charlie started coming back around, now panting, Wonka noticed that Charlie's cum had given him a bit of a belly. Nothing like the whale that was sweating on his desks belly, but a round soft starter belly had formed. He poked it and rubbed his chest too, feeling the fat below his skin. Charlie, still sweating and out of breath, noticed this change in Wonka's body too. Charlie stood up and poked Wonka's belly.

"It wont be long until you join the rest of us fatties will it chubs" Charlie teased pushing his huge gut against Wonkas soft middle. Wonka looked at Charlie with a grin on his face.

"I've been waiting for someone all these years that make me feel comfortable and relaxed. It looks like I finally found the one." Wonka pulled Charlie closer and the two made out passionately for hours. They went between feeding each other and kissing each other both expanding accordingly.

Across the factory each boy had found exactly what they needed from the factory. The first boy Sam, now at least 1000 lbs had struck a deal with a worker. For every day he stuffs him self with food that he tastes tests, the worker will fuck him hard and wank him off. He began to enjoy his bigger size now, no longer worrying about his academics, he could just eat and fuck all he wants growing bigger without a worry.

The two berry boys Matt and Will were also enjoying their blue fat bodies. They both found out that they had a crush on each other and found the other very sexy. Whilst it took some time to get used to their new juicy round bodies, they quickly began to explore each others in great detail. They would fuck suck and cum all over each others bodies. Of course they were still filled with juice so every time they fucked they would begin to expand to the 10 foot blueberry fatties they once were, but they enjoyed playing with their huge expanded bodies, juicing each other and filling each other up. These two huge fat blue love birds had a long life of blueberry sex ahead of them and they couldn't wait.

Our milky friend Henry had gotten the life of his dreams. Now producing enough cream for the factory that no other cows were required, he had made many of the workers very proud. He had found success in his life, even if it was as a massively fat hairy milky man. He was proud of his body and the workers enjoyed it too (even a few of the workers indulged in his cream making them just as fat and creaming, giving Henry some company and some others to play with).

And this leaves our winner of the factory, Charlie. He now enjoyed a life with his growing boyfriend and owner of the Factory Mr Wonka. The two, both now growing bigger by the day, enjoyed looking after the other boys and making sure the factory was up and running. They also enjoyed their alone time, filled with stuffing and eating until they both can barely move. Charlie was a big boy entering the factory but now he had accepted his life as Mr Wonkas obese boyfriend. Mr Wonka had started this tour was a slim man without love, but through this tour had learned to let go and to love Charlie. He also learned how to let go of his slim body, now resembling a fat man who had a diet of chocolate and sweets. These two fat boys would enjoy their new bigger life together in the factory, and who knows, maybe they will open their doors again for a new batch of boys to explore and expand?

This is part 4 and the final part of this story. I hope you guys enjoyed these stories, I loved writing them for you. If anyone has suggestions for other stories you would like I would love to hear them. Thank you so much for the support on these stories its been amazing I have never had so much attention from a story before.

#fat #fat belly #fat men #fatty #male weight gain #men getting fatter #cute belly #full belly #fit to fat #fatboy

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years ago

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Hi. I hope you are doing well. I’m still completely in love with the Sabo x female reader you did for me a while back and grateful for being my first request ever. I was wonder if you could please do a fluffy angst of Sanji x Princess reader who is in a similar situation as Vivi with joining the strawhats trying to save her country. But she recognizes Sanji from when they were both children and met at a party/ball when he was still in Germa. She confronts him about it in private (nicely of course). He confesses to her. And she tells him about some issues that she has with Germa 66 (something his brothers have done to her and her country something like that I don’t know exactly) and that she understands him. If you want this end in romance or not, it does not matter to me. Whatever ending you pick for this will be amazing no matter what because everything you write is great! Thank you 💙

I'm doing quite well, thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed the sabo x reader fic. So this is more angsty than fluffy and doesn't end in romance. But that's because I've written a lot of fluff lately and needed a little hurt. I'm sorry.

Warnings: angst, fluff, blackmail, more angst

Word Count: 1500

Princess Vivi had told you about ‘the straw hat’ pirates, how they’d been the ones to save her country, how kind they were, how great they were. She was one of your closest friends, so when your own country had begun having problems, she was the one you’d turned to for comfort. So just like your friend, you disguised yourself and ran away. Unlike your dear friend, however, you weren’t searching for information you could use, you were searching for the straw hat crew. What she hadn’t told you, however, was the specifics of the crew itself. She’d told you about Luffy’s kindness and heart, how they were goofy and fun. The skilled green-haired swordsman, the navigator girl, Nami, and their weird little reindeer doctor. Told you about the ‘great’ Usopp, and the sweet, blond cook. But she hadn’t gone into particularly deep detail about them outside of what had happened while she was with them. Meaning that when you came face to face with the blond, you’d been shocked to say the least. You still remembered the party, remembered the blond haired boy with swirly eyebrows, but you’d been told years ago that he’d died. With Vivi’s recommendation of the crew, you easily told them about why you’d sought them out, begging for their help. Luffy had simply held out a hand for you, helping you off your knees and agreeing to help. You were Vivi’s friend and any friend of Vivi’s was a friend of theirs, apparently.

Approaching the blond, you rubbed your arm, did he still recognize you? You’d changed since then.

“Hey, Sanji.” you muttered, watching as the man turned around, giving you a big smile, hearts in his eyes.

“Y/n-swan! Is there anything I can get you?” he asked, swooning slightly. You sighed, looking at the ground.

“I… I suppose that depends.” you said, making the blond’s brow furrow as he looked at you.

“What is it? Is there something wrong? Did that dumb marimo bother you?! I swear if he-” you put a finger in front of his lips, not touching, but enough to silence him.

“Zoro hasn’t done anything. I was wondering about… I was wondering if a certain 7 year old blond boy from the North Blue remembered a little princess he tried to dance with.” you said nervously. Sanji swallowed hard as he nodded, the both of you just standing there for a moment.

“I’m a much better dancer these days. I won’t step on your feet this time.” he said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You were 7, I didn’t expect you to be a world class dancer. Even Ichiji stepped on my feet. Difference is, you stepped on my feet, Ichiji broke my toe.” you said with a small giggle as the blond grumbled. He’d always hated his brothers, knowing that his eldest brother had hurt you didn’t make things better.

“You know… you’re still just as beautiful as back then, no, actually, you’re more beautiful. You’ve grown into a wonderful young woman, ready to rule her country with the same love and compassion as her parents.” he said, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, enjoying his compliments.

“That’s if I can even save my country. Sanji, I… I want to save my people, but I… I don’t…” you looked away, trying to hold back the tears that gathered in your eyes. Feeling the blond’s hands on your cheeks, seeing the compassion in his eyes, you couldn’t help how the tears fell, the cook trying his best to wipe them away.

“Sanji, I need you to save my country. The only other way is if… your father offered to help… on the condition that I marry one of your brothers.” you said, shocking the boy. They were trying to force you into a marriage? He knew you’d save your country one way or another, you cared for your people, but if one of his brothers took the throne? No, he couldn’t let that happen to you or your people.

“Y/n, I love you far too much to ever let that happen. I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes.” he said, pulling you into a hug. Standing there, you tried to process what he’d just told you. He loved you? He couldn’t mean that he loved you like family, you didn’t know each other that well. Well… you didn’t think you knew him well enough for him to love you either, but maybe a crush.

Standing on the balcony, you looked down at your cheering people. They’d been saved, the country had been saved. The straw hats had been everything Vivi had said and more, their captain only wanting a feast in return, though his navigator certainly hadn’t turned down the monetary compensation you’d offered. Putting one of your typical dresses on, you headed downstairs. It was almost a little strange, wearing the beautiful gowns once more after wearing standard clothes for so long. Watching you walk down the stairs, Sanji swore you were a goddess. You had so much more womanly beauty to you these days, the cute little girl in a fluffy pink dress had turned into a beautiful and regal woman, yet both had his heart pounding. He’d had a crush on you since the first day he’d met you, one that had only grown as he’d kept in contact with you as children… at least, until his father had locked him away. His feelings had returned the moment he laid eyes on you, damn near passing out from how hard his heart tried to beat out of his chest. Hearing about how his family had planned to get you to marry one of them had only made him more determined to help you, he absolutely, positively would not allow one of his brothers to marry you! Besides, knowing Judge, the man probably just wanted to create the next generation of enhanced soldiers or some shit. He wondered if you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. As a child, dancing with a little girl, it had just been a crush. Writing to you before he’d been imprisoned, he’d had childish daydreams about you. He still thought of you from time to time as he grew up with Zeff, but he’d been more focused on other things. Seeing you again, the feelings returned in force. Strong enough to be more than just a crush, more than just fleeting daydreams, but he knew his time with you was coming to an end. He was a pirate, you were a princess, even if you felt that way about him, he would still have to leave.

This party was much more casual than the one you and Sanji had first met at, but to be fair, nobody wanted to try and get Luffy or Zoro into fancy clothing. The others were easy, but those two acted like feral wolves. Now, standing in front of Sanji, you once more took his hand as he led you onto the dance floor. It wasn’t the stumbling, clumsy movements of 2 young children, staring at your feet as you tried to not step on each other, a cute yet awkward dance that ended in stuttered apologies. This time, the blond had practically swept you off your feet as he pulled you close. Graceful movements as he led you in an elegant dance. His eyes not leaving yours for a second as he twirled you across the dance floor. A dance that had everyone in awe. When he’d been a part of Germa, he’d been a prince, born to a royal position, yet he’d never embodied royalty more now than ever. Ending the dance, Sanji smiled at you, brushing some hair out of your face.

“You’re a fantastic dance partner as always, Princess Y/n.” he said softly, kissing the back of your hand. It was his last night with you, he’d make it count.

Leaving you, Sanji couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye, he didn’t want to, he knew that if he did see you again, it wouldn’t be for quite some time, but it was time to go. At his request, Luffy agreed to leave without warning in the middle of the night, taking their reward and setting sail before anyone would know. He couldn’t see the look in your eyes as you watched him leave, couldn’t tell you that he had to go, couldn’t stand how, with one look from you, his heart would be split between staying and going. He knew you’d be angry with him, but he couldn’t stay. Sure enough, when you awoke the next morning, finding nothing more than a letter, you were furious. He’d said he cared about you, said he loved you, yet everything in the letter and the way he’d left said otherwise, leaving you heartbroken and angry. Maybe it would have been better to marry one of his brothers. At least then, you wouldn’t be heartbroken.

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concreteburialplot · 2 years ago

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Virality // 06*

06 - Whiplash*

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

cw: smut, alcohol, weed, fingering, drunken (consensual, protected) sex, kinda intense ruffilo 👀, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :) future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

VALLIE

Nicholas and I get Noah onto his feet and practically carry him to his room which thankfully is on the first floor. Since Nick and I are also pretty drunk we sort of just plop him on his messy bed and set some water and ibuprofen on his nightstand.

Even though I’m crossfaded, it doesn’t stop me from observing his room. It’s what you’d expect, posters everywhere, a gaming chair with two monitors, striped navy sheets, but he at least has a bed frame. It reeks of weed, cigarettes, and sweat. What throws me off the most is how filthy the room is – I never expect a man’s room to be immaculate, but this is a disaster. There’s trash everywhere, crumpled soda cans, glass bottles, empty cigarette boxes, ash everywhere. His bed is full of mess too, piled with game controllers, books, rolling trays, lighters, a laptop, an ipad, and that’s just from the brief glance at it. The disarray takes up half of his entire bed and he is left with a sliver of mattress.

Nicholas carefully closes the door behind us like Noah is a baby he doesn’t want to wake. The house is empty, no boys, no music, nothing. “Do you have any more weed?” I blurt out, I need something and maybe smoking would help reign in my intoxication. He gives me a funny look with peaked brows. “What!” I ask playfully, still feeling the swirly buzz of alcohol spinning on my tongue.

“You just didn’t strike me as a smoker.” Giving me a small smirk before rounding the table, “It’s in the living room.” He gestures across the house and I follow closely behind. He snatches a glass jar and a neon green plastic bong from the bookshelf next to the TV then sits down on the couch, placing both items on the coffee table. “Folio is the roller so, I hope you don’t mind a bong? I can get a pipe if you want, I’m sure I could find one-.”

“I can handle a bong, thank you.” I bite down on my bottom lip to hide the smile that begs to plaster itself across my face.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” The words seem to be edged with some hint of accusation, but I dismiss it as me just being a paranoid smoker. He packs the bowl with green carefully, making sure to pick out any stems or inconsistencies. Then, he hands me the piece and a lighter. “First hit.” Offering it towards me.

Sober me would definitely over-analyze the sanitation of this bong, seeing as it’s been shared amongst at least four men with I’m sure questionable guests – but I’m not sober, and I need this hit. Seamlessly, I press my lips to the thick black rim of the bong, use the lighter to sizzle the ground flower and inhale the opaque smoke. For a moment, I think I took it like a champ, until I completely exhaled and am consumed by a coughing fit. I shakily hand the bong back to Nicholas who’s laughing at me. “Dude, your face is so red right now. Are you good?”

“It’s just been a long time since I smoked from a bong.” I struggle to get out the words between coughs. I use a water bottle I’d stolen from the fridge to help ease the burning in my throat. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything fun, I haven’t even drank in months since I’ve been so busy managing the last stadium tour. I needed this night more than I thought.

He easily takes a hit, exhaling a thick white cloud above us. “I got you.” He states as he leans across the coffee table and reaches into a decorative wooden bowl, grabbing something that sounded like crumpled plastic. His hand opens to reveal a small hill of vibrant Jolly Ranchers, “These help with the coughing, don’t ask, they just do.” A kind smile tugs at the edges of his mouth.

“Thanks.” I mirror his smile and take a blue raspberry rancher. After unraveling it out of the wrapping, I place it on my tongue. Much to my surprise, it does help significantly. “Wow, that’s crazy how fast that works. My eyes were fucking watering.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies with a smug smirk as he picks out a cherry flavored one to eat.

The events from that first rainy day at my house repeated themselves because we were once again sitting criss cross in front of each other on the couch eating snacks. From the amount of giggles that filled the living room and the heavy slur in our voices, it is clear that we were insanely crossfaded. I thought smoking would help my drunkness, but it only amplified it.

It’s 2 am and the house is still dead silent except for us. We’re trying to keep it down and speak in whispers, but it always seems to fail. Our knees are practically overlapping as we hold a tub of fruity sherbet between us. Somewhere along the adventure of eating the sorbet, I became aware of his eyes on me. Any time I catch a glimpse of him blood rushes to my cheeks, so I try my best to avoid it. But then, it becomes another drunken game I want to win.

I place a bit of the cold sugary treat on my tongue, taking my time to fully clean off the spoon and pulling it from my mouth with a pop. His stare follows my every movement and lingers on my mouth. “Hm.” I hum, “Can you check if my tongue is still blue from the Jolly Rancher?” I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of that, but it feels like some sort of a power move.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” He answers, his voice lined in caution.

I lean forward, making sure to show off my low cut top and innocently stick my tongue out. His eyes widen slightly, “Yeah, still blue.” Before I can retract, he matches my energy, “What about mine? Still red?” He offers out his tongue just like I did.

I tug at my bottom lip with my eyes glued to his tongue thinking about what it would feel like to be under it. “Mhm, yep.” I nod. There’s stillness between us as our gazes shift between each other’s lips and eyes.

Our lips clash together, and it’s like a cage of butterflies locked in my stomach just unleashed throughout my entire body. Between the butterfly frenzy, the alcohol and the weed, my whole body is buzzing and on fire. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t care, everything feels so fuzzy and so good.

We mutually pull from the kiss, analyze each other’s eyes, then reconnect our lips again. Trembly hands find their ways into each other’s hair, pulling us closer. I can tell he’s holding back but I need more. My body’s moving faster than my mind, I don’t even have a moment to think before I practically throw the tub of ice cream onto the coffee table in order to deepen the kiss.

Every last bit of professionalism and restraint leaves my body when his large hands find my waist and pulls me closer. His tongue sweeps against my bottom lip and I oblige with entrance. Our tongues dance together at the same momentum that our bodies are reacting to each other. I draw away for just a moment, “I normally don’t do this with clients.” I breathe out hastily.

“I don’t do this with managers.” He shoots back immediately, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Do you want to stop?” But the hunger behind his silver eyes answers for me. He meets my lips again and pulls me into his lap, with my knees anchored at each side of him. My short skirt rides up my thighs, so it is just my panty-covered core against his strained jeans. I roll my hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He lets out a deep groan from the back of his neck, his hands gripping my hips hard as I move against him.

He detaches from my lips and soon finds my neck, beginning to suck at the sensitive skin below my ear. “Fuck.” I whine out quietly, still grinding against him.

“We should probably move to my room...” Nicholas mumbles with a reluctant urgency in his voice.

I think about it for a moment, but I know I’ll back out if I comply. If I agree I won’t follow through – which is the smarter idea but I’m not thinking with my brain right now. My head is drunk and hazy and all I can think about was him. “I don’t want to.” I answer under my breath.

“But if the others catch us –.”

“They won’t.” I briefly look around and take an oversized blanket off the back of the couch, draping around me, creating a small fort over us. “We can hide if we need to.”

He nods subtly and finds his way back onto my neck, my eyes flutter closed in ecstasy when his tongue begins drawing circles into the sensitive skin. He abruptly stops for a short second, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Whispering just below my ear.

“I know.” I reply in a hush. Neither one of us complies to our logic though. Nicholas leans back against a cushion behind him, bringing me down with him. “Do you want to stop?” I repeat.

“No.” He presses sloppy kisses across my neck to the other side. “I fucking need you.” His voice is deep and raspy and it sets my stomach ablaze.

I let out a whimper as his sucking on my skin intensifies. Any other sober version of me would be losing her mind about the inevitable hickies, but right now they’re making me tingle all over. Between my thighs there is a throbbing that is begging for him. My hand curls into his long hair and perhaps I need him just as ferociously. I grab his hand resting on my hip and guide it between my legs. He freezes below me, like touching me would get him in trouble. His grey eyes gaze up at me, they’re masking primal hunger with innocence. “Touch me.” I instruct in a whisper.

That’s all the convincing he needed and there is nothing hiding his desire anymore. His fingers easily slipped into my panties and ran two digits up my folds. I inhale sharply; the pleasure is almost too powerful when his fingers finally reach my clit. “You’re so fucking wet.” He breathes out gruffly, unmistakable need in his voice.

My own hand traces down his abdomen landing on the button and zipper of his jeans which I instantly undo and dip into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his already hard member. “You’re so fucking hard.” The sudden stimulation sends him into overdrive, bucking his hips up into my hand and a deep groan comes from deep in his chest.

His glimmering eyes search mine for something, but I can’t tell what it is, maybe permission? At first, I try to decipher the search but then I begin to notice the soft edges of his cheeks and the fullness of his lips, the perfect slope of nose. In this moment he looks just so… beautiful, in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it is the conglomerate of substances in my body that’s making me see him this way, like some sort of extra cushion to allow myself to sleep with him.

Suddenly, he uses his free hand to seize my jaw to meet his lips again. His hands roughly grab and grope me, his own professional and polite demeanor slipping from him. The pads of his fingertips teasingly roll against my clit before sliding down and slipping two fingers into me. I gasp sharply into the kiss when he hooks them right into my g-spot sending shock waves through my blood vessels. I collapse into his neck whimpering with each curl of his fingers. His free hand is firmly gripping onto my hip in a way that could easily command my entire body. With every passing moment I see a much different side from his normal calm and kind, right now he’s feral and rabid and looking at me like I’m the first meal he’s had in years.

I’ve slept with enough men to know when they’re giving their all, and I can tell he’s not. He has a loose grip on control, under any other circumstances, with any other man, I’d try to provoke him. But the intensity of his restraint almost scares me, it feels like observing a hungry shark from within the safety of a protective metal cage. His energy is circling me, hunting me, looking for my weak spot – but I know he won’t go for it, he just wants to see me squirm.

I spit into my hand before moving up and down on his veiny shaft and he lets out a low groan that sounds more like thunder rolling. His fingers dig into my hip bone so hard I can almost feel the blood rushing to form bruises. I wonder if he’s only like this because he’s drunk.

His cock is thick and long and pulsing in my hand; the more I jerk him the more I need him. As if we communicated telepathically, his hand squeezes the cheeks of my face forcing me to look into his eyes again, “I need you.” He demands, a bit louder than before.

“Yes. Me too.” I nod desperately, “Do you have a condom?”

He runs his tongue between his lips and points to a ceramic jar on the coffee table that he can’t reach. I lean over and just barely get it with the tips of my fingers, rolling it closer to the edge. I pull the interlocking lid off to find it full of condoms. I pick the first one I see, rip it open with my teeth then slide it down his length. The whole time he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. He pulls his fingers from me so I can align my entrance with his cock. I pump him slowly to tease but his nails digging into my thigh tells me he’s not patient. I let myself sink down onto him and he fills me wholly, completely, almost painfully, if I don’t keep myself suspended a bit. “Fuck.” I breathe out.

He hasn’t moved and the way he’s looking up at me feels like the calm before a storm. Unexpectedly, his hand snatches my jaw and the air slips from my windpipe as he brings me down to his lips, “You better start moving if you don’t want me to destroy you completely.” He growls lowly and I obey, beginning to rut my hips on him. We let out a long moan almost in unison and our lips meet again. One hand I tangle into his raven locks and the other goes down to find my pulsing clit.

The pace I’m keeping isn’t enough so I speed up like I’m trying to satisfy a hunger I can’t reach. Our tongues are intertwined and fighting for dominance but he’s winning. I tug at his hair and ride him faster to gain control. Both of his hands glide up my thighs and take hold of my hips, I don’t think much of it until he begins to ram into me from below. I crumble completely in his hands and fall into the curve of his neck letting out pathetic whimpers. He thrusts up rhythmically, reaching the deepest parts of me and setting fire to every cell in my body. His deep and raspy grunts fill my ears and only furthers the tingling that’s spreading over my skin. My fingers roll into my clit quicker with each passing second, “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come.” I warn, sensing my climax rapidly approaching.

“Come for me, baby, come all over my cock.” Nicholas grunts out sternly, sounding more like a command. His own breathy groans tell me he’s close too.

Bliss washes over me, bursting through every inch of my body and threatens to come out in screams. My hand grips his hair tightly while I bite down hard onto his shoulder to stifle the noises wanting to come out. His frenzied thrusts land into my sweet spot over and over and it’s too much for me to handle. The pleasure comes out in tears, spilling down my cheeks and onto his shirt that is crinkled underneath my piercing teeth. At my highest peak, he’s beginning to unravel with sloppy but hasty ruts into me until finally, he slams into me hard and goes rigid. I feel his cock twitch and throb inside me, spilling his seed into the condom. He lets out short, breathy groans while he rides out his orgasm.

Finally spent, I deflate and land on his chest. Our breathing is in sync with our chests rising and falling together. I expect that the following moments will be excruciatingly awkward, but he surprises me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into him. I breathe in deep and his woodsy cologne fills my nostrils, scaring away all the uncomfortable fears immediately. It’s comforting to have someone’s smell and warmth to hold onto, which is vastly different to my most recent hookups offered.

Contrary to the beast I just encountered moments ago, Nicholas is now gentle and delicate, like normal. It gives me a feeling similar to whiplash, how he could flip from playful and sweet to something quite the opposite. Just the thought spins an excitement in my tummy that I’ve never felt before.

We lay there for a while in silence, probably because we don’t know what to say or how this happened or how we got here. I clear my throat and lift myself up on my palms and wrap the blanket around me, suddenly feeling exposed. “Do you mind if I crash here? I definitely can’t drive.”

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He discretely takes care of the condom, tying it off and tucking it into the wrapper.

There are external worries about what this all means banging on the outside of my drunken head so, I need a distraction. I reach over for the bong and take a few consecutive short hits until it eases the growing anxiety of everything. I want to tell him how good it was, how good he made me feel, how I want to go again, but it seems forbidden to speak about. It shouldn’t be talked about.

“You can, um, sleep in my bed if you want. I can sleep out here.” He offers. “You done with that?” He tilts his head to the plastic in my hands.

“Oh, yeah.” I exhale milky smoke above us. “But um, I’m fine just sleeping out here? Do you have an extra charger?”

“Sure.” He answers and takes the bong from my hands. After a hit or two Nicholas gets up, picking up the trash and ash on the coffee table before leaving the room without a word. He returns with a spare duvet folded up topped with clothes and a charger. “Here you go.”

I take the stack and recognize the baggy shirt and joggers to be merch I didn’t see at their table. “Thank you.” I reply softly, averting my eyes away from him.

“You can keep ‘em. They’re just old unused merch.” He circles his fingertips into his temple and yawns, “Can I get you anything else?”

I shake my head, “No I’m good. I think I’m just gonna crash.” I can hear myself slipping back into my normal stiff work persona even through the weed.

He nods awkwardly, “Okay, well. I guess I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

I give him a tightlipped smile. “See you in the morning.”

He heads towards his room which happens to be just behind the couch. I press my palms into my eye sockets trying to make sense of what just happened. “Fuck.” I mumble then let out a long sigh. I decided that this is a tomorrow-me problem and that I need to get some sleep.

Being too lazy to get up, I change beneath the blanket we fucked under and assess my bedding situation. I decided that the thin duvet would make a better pillow than a cover. Once tucked in with the blanket we used as a fort, the same woodsy cologne fills my nose and oddly comforts me. I close my eyes in an attempt to ignore the scent and the feeling that accompanies it but it’s useless. My hands find the corner of the blanket, bunch it up into a little cushion, press it to my nose and inhale deeply. It smells like him, cozy and warm. A part of me wishes I’d let myself sleep in his bed, maybe even asked him to sleep in it with me. But I am anything but warm and cozy, I am frigid and stale. He wouldn’t want me chilling his bed anyway and I shouldn’t want to siphon off his warmth. I was right in that first meeting, this is already more than I bargained for.

Next Chapter -> 07 - Heartthrob Strategy

a/n: thank you so much if you took the time to read this! I'm extremely appreciative of those of you who are reblogging or commenting on previous chapters 🥺

lmk if you liked it 🖤

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zalrb · 1 year ago

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the summer i turned pretty ... review ... lord give me strength

I am already crying in frustration just looking at the recap, guys, this acting is BAD.

This is going to be a mean review. Like me and initiumseries watching Shadowhunters sober mean. You've been warned.

"Belly, I think about you. I do. You know I do." CAN YOU HAVE SOME EMOTION IN YOUR VOICE PLEASE?

"How am I supposed to jump into things with Jeremiah when a piece of my heart still beats for his brother." WHO. SPEAKS THIS WAY. WHO? Even in your most angsty, teenage-y, write bad poetry phase who SAYS that? YOU WRITE THAT IN YOUR JOURNAL OR YOUR BAD POETRY.

Y'all, this is JUST me reacting to the recap. I don't know if I can survive this.

Do I hate something more than Bridgerton? Is that possible?

I was about to be like is a voiceover necessary for this show but considering how horrible the acting is, they need the voiceover to communicate the emotions to the audience because the actors sure as hell aren't.

"Escaping to your dreams is easier than living with your memories" we don't need voiceover for everything though. Oh my god, I hate this show.

OK here is the thing with Conrad and Belly? is that it? She's trying way too hard to perform that giddy can't stop smiling, twirly feeling that it just looks like fidgeting because they don't ACTUALLY vibe

He looks like he's reaching for an emotion and she looks like Robert Pattinson on the set of Twilight, she's not even going to try, she's checked out

This is why I didn't want to do this review because I was like, it seems like anons love this show and I really, really, really won't. And of course there's nothing wrong with loving this show and loving this ship or whatever else ship there is, like do your thing absolutely, but like faaaaaaaam, this is BAD for me.

"You're it for me, Belly" jesus christ you're like 12.

"I don't want to hurt Jere" "Me neither!" Really? Because you seem PERFECTLY okay with doing so. HAHAHA is this going to be another edwina thing?

Y'all can't even SNEAK properly, like have any of them acted before this?

Like she keeps doing little head movements to show how giddy and swirly she's feeling

and I get it because that's what you do when you feel that way but if there was actual chemistry here, it would be natural

like even when they're "caught"

Dawson and Joey did that better (and I'm using them specifically because lou sent me an article I did not read that said this show was the best teen show since Dawson's Creek and I had to laugh)

like this is the this-is-really-funny-but-we're-nervous twirly behaviour and they vibe.

Like I should be getting this kind of energy

Are there any young dark-skinned boys on this show? What's going on?

I can't deal with the combination overacting and underacting.

It's summer, why is the guidance counsellor JUST having this conversation with her?

LMAO I don't know the circumstances because I didn't watch season 1 but for real Belly looks shitty here.

BUT I SHOULD BE GETTING DAWSON AND JOEY ANGST HERE, MAN. Like, it's clearly supposed to be that kind of scene because they say the same type of things that Dawson and Joey say to each other when he finds out about Pacey but Dawson and Joey are MESSY, it's DRAMA

I can't deal with the contained, neat, manufactured, non-emoting yet somehow over-acting yet somehow monotonous, sluggishly paced gen z teen dramas. I CAN'T DO IT.

I'm just wondering if that anon is reading this ... how is Conrad the best actor exactly?

Like no one is, but why him? "No matter what happens, we'll still be infinite" in the FLATTEST voice with the FLATTEST expression?

it's not Lucas confidence

or Stefan sincerity

or Seth desperation

or Chuck conviction

it's just this

hard. pass.

y'all it's been 15 minutes.

her brother's valedictorian speech is neither funny nor clever, I don't know if I can make it through an entire episode, this show makes me violent.

I'm skipping this speech.

Now I'm suddenly thinking of Rory's valedictorian speech, I don't remember it but I feel like rather than it being a speech to uplift her fellow graduates it was just about her and her life in Stars Hollow.

They're supposed to be SO CLOSE that they call each other family and EVERYONE IS SO AWKWARD and STIFF.

At the very least one of them should be painting the other's toenails or she should be stroking Belly's hair or SOMETHING to show that they're like family.

I'm tired of hearing extra being used because no one uses it properly but ANYWAY, moving on.

like I can't be expected to take this seriously

that's just like going THERE. THERE.

like I believe the excitement in her face more than I have believed ANYTHING ELSE that has happened so far but I mean ...

Like are you two siblings? Like what's going ON here, man.

He did not deserve to go viral.

Are the parents divorced or are they just devoid of looking like they know each other like everyone else on this show?

The mother's views on not promoting her book don't make sense, then she shouldn't have published it. Also how long ago did Susannah die? Like a year ago? Because it takes, at minimum, two years to traditionally publish a book, you have to write it, you have to do at the very least three rounds of edits with the editor then at least a couple of rounds with the copy editor then it needs to be formatted, then there's the cover, then there's sending ARCs to other authors for blurbs, then if there's an audiobook there' auditions for actors, like there's a whole process but anyway.

OK can we drop the whole "I don't snore" banter -- and I use that word so loosely -- is there nothing else to banter about?

They are so boring to listen to.

I don't know how it is in the States but if you're taking trig in the 11th grade/junior year then you chose to take trig so you would be good at trig.

"You know every time I think of him I still get this, like, pain in my chest" she said, dully.

Milo looks like wannabe Dylan O'Brien being wannabe Machine Gun Kelly

So. Boring. To listen to. It also doesn't help that Belly sucks at telling a story. Why do I care about the guy Katie was seeing? You barely seem to care ma'am.

YOU'RE MY SOBER DRIVER. Do cabs not exist here?

This blow up with her brother should be LOUD and PAINFUL, there should be SCREAMING and BASS in their voices

like i know they can't all be JAW but SOMETHING my GOD

BITCH WERE YOU?

For the way they're talking, she should be Buffy about Angel

she should be Willow about Oz

she should be Caroline about Tyler

those phone conversations should be kdrama shit

like this is ALL SO BLAND and I just want Belly to shut up, she's insufferable, man.

are you sure?

Oh thank god it's over.

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thepringlesofblood · 2 years ago

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The Ravening War Heroforges

so I’ve made over 100 guys in Heroforge, and dimension 20 uses Heroforge as a tool when making their minis. this means that I’ll be going along watching and see our boy Raphaniel and go “oh shit that’s my favorite Tunica Skirt from the ancient Roman update!”

i decided to put this weird talent to (good??) use for any folks out there looking to make their own minis/fanart/whatever, and made Heroforge builds of our PCs, using all the pieces I recognized, or their closest equivalent. where I couldn’t find footage of certain angles, I went off the character art.

disclaimer: dimension 20 uses a LOT of resources other than Heroforge to make their spectacular minis (e.g. paint!). this isn’t a ‘aha i’m bootlegging the minis 1:1’ situation - there’s a lot of cool stuff on these gorgeous lil guys that isn’t in Heroforge, which I’ll try to note next to each one. these are approximations of potential base models, not exact copies - all kudos and respect to Shane Brockaway and the other amazing miniature artists on dimension 20 for their exceptional work on the minis this season!

let’s rock n roll!

a few things that are different on every build

color (obvs) - I still colored in each guy, mostly based on character art, but obviously the minis are painted (beautifully!)

food stuff - generally, any sort of food-y features (Deli’s toasty Leia buns, Raphaniel’s big ol radish head) are going to not be in Heroforge, for obvious reasons - I still tried to approximate the vibe, but our radish man is simply not going to be as wrinkly as we want him to be

poses - I put each guy in what I think the base pose was, but advanced posing is not an exact science. also, it takes a really really long time. mad props to the crew for some of these excellent poses!

faces - it’s really really hard to tell what face base they might’ve used on the minis. I chose primarily based on vibes and my best guesses. this means sometimes the face changes b/w different versions of the same character. it is what it is baby! also obvs the minis don’t have specific eye color so I went off the art.

Let’s start with the first battle!

Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (link)

Main differences

his big wrinkly radish head. he’s rocking the zuko season 1 haircut for now, and I tried to give him some subtle decal wrinkles. I tried just making his head bigger, but it made the face bigger too - think bobblehead, not megamind - so not the look we’re going for.

his crozier (the only hoe on Heroforge is me *badum tssssh*)

whatever is going around his neck on his chest - it’s all round and pretty and I do not recognize it. used a cowl instead.

the end of his beard - it looks all like roots and is very cool. I put what I think the starting beard was, but I can’t recreate those spindly lil roots w/out some serious clipping

Skald Colin Provolone (link)

Main difference

I’m not 100% certain those are his gloves. the ones on the mini are so much thicker! hmmmmm

I’m sorry about the beard situation. the mini itself has painted-on scruff so I just did a decal, but I’m aware it is. not necessarily as good a look up close.

Thane Delissandro Katzon (link)

Main differences

those gorgeous slices of rye. the crown thing on top of em isn’t in HF either. I used some swirly horns to approximate, though i was considering earmuffs. they looked too silly for me tho lol.

the toothpick - Detriter, as we now know it is called. I used a javelin and put a lil blue decal at the end to represent the frillies.

the shield - couldn’t find one with those random spikes of bone (nice one d20 crew!), so I used a scutum, a Roman shield of about the same size and shape, bc hey, he’s also Ceresian, which is based on Rome.

Lady Amangeaux Epiceé du Peche (link)

Main differences

the d20 crew has hair magic that I do not. also some sort of cute flower behind her ear, which I approximated with a broken off horn posed weird to look like a rose.

Karna Solara (link)

Main differences

the chili pepper hood w stem. I finagled a horn up there but it just aint the same.

the hair. idk what the d20 crew does to make HF show hair after a hood has been equipped but they crushed it.

2nd battle!

Archdeacon Raphaniel Charlock (link)

(i have this pic on my computer named “poor little meow meow raphaniel”)

this pose is a work of art unto itself. I can only hope to get in the vague aura of it.

same as before mostly - the hoe, the beard, and the big ol radish head. you can’t really see the mystery chestpiece anymore.

his head got so much bigger and saggier I felt like I had to give him something, so I upped the head size a few notches and gave him a little flesh beret with a couple of limp “leaves” coming out of it

you don’t really see it from the front, but there’s a shot where you can see the back of the mini and he has a lil book on his shoulders. iconic.

Sir Colin Provolone (link)

Main differences

I probably could’ve made him grimier, but I prioritized face scars. I figure since becoming a knight maybe he’s cleaned up a bit

it is surprisingly hard to get a heroforge person to frown or look sad

shhhhh dont look at the shoulder pauldrons too closely they’re fine its fine

fun fact: the undershirt that looked most mini-accurate was the pajama shirt. colin out here wearing PJs under his armor, who is doing it like him?

update: relistening to ep 1, I forgot we actually get a description of the Fontina banner (”a dotted mountain atop an island”)! so for funsies I gave him a lil banner on his back and attempted to recreate it, using the Dairy Islands banner as a background. go thru the link to check it out, I don’t want to attach yet another image to this monster of a post.

Warlord Delissandro Katzon (link)

Main differences

still those toasty slices o rye.

that glove. folks, that glove dealt me psychic damage, because it was on the very edge of my memory but I couldn’t quite grasp it, until I realized they probably added the spikes afterwards. also, I used the ol’ robot hand trick to make it look like he has like a metal gauntlet attached to it. (you replace one hand with an artificial robot hand in the prosthetics/amputation menu)

the decals I used to give him rye bread arms continue onto his chest more that they should (which you couldn’t see when he was wearing a breastplate) c’est la vie.

I couldn’t embed spiky things on the frilly part of Detriter like Lou said in the episode :/ they weren’t on the mini anyway at least

this pose is wild. I think I found the original pose they based it on, but I could very well be wrong. applause to the d20 crew for the sick look!

Amangeaux (link)

Main differences

she still has the flower in her mini, but now it’s on top of her bun - a good look! Alas, no hat options matched, and my mediocre posing-a-horn-weird-until-it-clips-through-the-head skills were not up to the task, so for the moment this HF build remains flowerless.

In her opening shot of the battle (which I included) you can see a big ol’ crossbow on her back, but it is removed in other shots (presumably, it is a separate piece they moved out of the way when she wasn’t using it). so, I did not include it.

fun fact: the rapier the mini is using is much thicker that how the rapier looks on HF. why? Bc most of the older HF sword designs are thicker, so I think they spliced the basket handle of the new rapier with the blade of an older sword, to make it more sturdy for play. or maybe I’m just misjudging blade-to-handle ratio - I’ve never actually 3d-printed any of my HF guys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Skald Karna Solara (link)

Main differences

the scar - in the character art it’s one straight streak, but on the mini it looks like there might be more (it’s hard to get zoomed in enough to tell). I compromised with one main dark one, and then a lighter, more subtle one going the other way.

the way her burning hand is blackened as the fire rages around it...poetic cinema. transcendent. I used a splatter decal to approximate but seriously it looks so dope on the mini - look!

that’s all for now, lmk if any of the links dont work or anything. can’t wait for the finale this week!

#d20 #d20 spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #trw #trw spoilers #the ravening war spoilers #the ravening war #heroforge #art #fanart #original post

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COMING IN 2ND… AARIN!!! boy oh boy my love of supernatural entities is surely not warping my bias here!!! they seem really cool honestly, even besides the whole angel thing. like woah…. you don’t wanna be a tool used for destruction? too bad! you’re gonna be used to burn down a house! lmao!!!! also i absolutely love aarin’s design. their scars(?) are so fucking cool i love the swirlies. auuygghh so normal about angel guys….. so so normal……….

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, IN 1ST PLACE…. ZURIEL!!! LET ME JUST SAY ITS DESIGN IS SO SO SO SO COOL I CANT GET OVER IT IT JUST LOOKS SO AWESOME. I love the gradients on the claws and the shape of the halo. once again, surely my bias and love for supernatural creatures is in no way warping my opinion!! it’s my favorite. also rare but appreciated and loved it/it’s pronouns representation.

#others ocs #oc #ocs #oc rating #crep rambling #friend’s ocs #AUGH I NEED TO READ ABOUT YOUR GUYS.#THEY SEEM SO NEAT.#RAAAAHHH #tw religion #full on jumpscare sorry

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ejsandfarkleslovebot · 5 months ago

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BIG TIME CONCERT - part two, final part, chapter fifteen

"Welcome to the Rocquewoods." Kelly says to Jennifer, Katie, and the boys as they walk into the recording studio that only had camping cots in there. "It's not much, but…Well, it's not much."

"And it's only temporary." Gustavo reassures them. "Until you guys rock the concert in four days and Big Time Rush gets some big time investors."

"Then we go on tour," Kelly added.

Andi chimes in with saying, "And get your album released."

"Then I get my studio and my mansion back." Gustavo smiled.

"This'll be fine." Jennifer nervously smiles as she went to go sit on one of the cots. "We can do this. And see how positive I'm remaining?"

Kendall sheepishly smiles at her and does the okay gesture with his hand. "But before we do anything, we need to find James and get rehearsals started." Gustavo said.

Kendall points at him. "Got it; We'll go straight to the Palm Woods so I can see Jo." Before anyone could say anything, he quickly leaves the room.

Logan nervously laughs. "What he really mean is, maybe somebody at the Palm Woods has seen Camille-I mean James." Logan was quick to leave the room after he said that.

"This looks like a job for…" Carlos opens his button up shirt again to reveal his superhero costume. "My still-unnamed superhero."

Andi facepalms and winces when he goes to jump as if he could fly and then falls on the floor face first. Andi looks at Gustavo and Kelly. "Don't worry, I'll go with him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

Kelly smiles. "Thank you."

When she gets to the Palm Woods the boys tell her that apparently James is living in their old apartment so that's where they're currently at now. Kendall pressed the doorbell and each of them jump back when a loud gong noise is heard. A few seconds later a butler opened the door.

"May I help you?"

Andi furrows her eyebrows, sharing a confused look with the boys before looking back at the butler. "Uh, we were told that James lives here. Can we see him?"

The butler gestures for the four of them to walk in. "Do come in."

"We shall come in." Logan said and leads the four of them inside. Andi's eyes grow wide at seeing how completely different the apartment looked. There were a lot of things she didn't like about this apartment now. No swirly slide, no dome air hockey table, and there was a big picture of James on the wall.

"This is our old apartment?" Kendall asked in disbelief.

"Looks like it's just James' apartment now." Andi said, a small pout on her lips. She missed their old apartment. It was a lot more fun and colorful and now it was just boring and dull. She hated the new color scheme of the place.

The four of them turn around to the kitchen when they hear someone speak only to realize that two sushi chefs were offering them sushi. Logan points at the sushi chefs with wide eyes. "Those are sushi chefs."

Carlos gasps, pointing at the stairs that replaced the swirly slide. "What happened to swirly?"

"Something terrible." Andi replied with a frown, shaking her head. She hated the new changes in the apartment.

A few seconds later James walks down the stairs. "Hey, what are you guys doing here?" He asked and for a moment it sounded like he was actually happy to see them. "I mean…" He then changed the tone of his voice. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked again, this time sounding bored and annoyed.

Andi rolls her eyes and she steps forward, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but Kendall had quickly grabbed her hand to pull her back, causing her to huff in annoyance. She wanted to yell at James and knock some sense into him, but she knew that she couldn't because they needed him and yelling at him wasn't going to make him change his mind. She took a deep breath to calm down, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach when Kendall had grabbed her hand and ignoring how she missed the warmth of his hand when he pulled away.

"Big Time Rush is back together." Kendall explained with a smile.

"Yes, so, let's get dressed and go." Logan ushered.

"Yeah," Carlos points at the stairs. "And what happened to swirly?" He frowned.

"James, you guys gotta get back to Rocque Records to get ready for the concert that's gonna happen soon." Andi chimes in. She crosses her arms, trying not to think about Kendall or the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach when he had grabbed her hand. She needed to focus and not be distracted. "Your band needs you, James."

"Yeah! No." James corrects himself. "You see, Hawk signed me to a three-record deal, modified the crib to fit my new personal style, and gave me…Sebastian!"

Sebastian then walks over to them, carrying hot towels rolled up neatly on a tray. "Hot towels, lady and gentlemen?"

Andi raises her eyes at him and looks over at James with disbelief. "So you rather have all of this stuff then your band and your friends? Wow, I'm so glad to know where your priorities lie, James." She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. She noticed James' composure falter for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

Andi didn't take a hot towel, but Carlos, Kendall, and Logan took a hot towel and each screamed at how hot they were. They fall to the ground, quickly getting the hot towels off before they stand up.

She rolls her eyes at them and shakes her head at them. "Idiots."

James points at Carlos, Kendall, and Logan. "As I recall, you were the ones who told me to get real and move on, so I did."

Sebastian appears beside James, holding a megaphone. "Megaphone for emphasis, sir?"

"Ooh, yeah." James smiles, taking the megaphone from him. He then faces Andi, Carlos, Kendall, and Logan with the megaphone. "I rock!"

They wince at how loud it was and James hands the megaphone back to Sebastian who goes puts it away. "James, I was mad, okay? We shouldn't have broken up the band." Kendall said. "But we've always promised that since we were peewee hockey players that we would stick together."

James nods. "Ooh, and you've never broken a promise?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

Andi glances at Carlos, Kendall, and James with confusion when they each look like they did something awful. Logan looks at Kendall and Carlos while he cringes. "We might be horrible people."

Kendall turns to Logan, sending him a reassuring look. "But we'll fix it. But first, we need to fix the band." He looks at James apologetically ."James, we're sorry. Now, let's go."

Andi and the three boys go to leave, but stop when they hear Hawk speak. "He's not going anywhere because he's got everything he needs here." They turn back around to see Hawk and his assistant walk down the stairs.

Andi's blood boils at seeing Hawk. "What the heck is he doing here hanging out at your apartment? Kinda creepy and weird." She commented, crossing her arms and glaring at Hawk.

Hawk and his assistant walk over to stand beside James and Hawk puts a hand on his shoulder. "Right, James?"

Andi's eyes grow wide when Sebastian comes back over with a tray full of toys and money. "Some toys or money, sir?" James smiled and picked up the Rubik cube.

Sebastian nods. "Excellent choice."

James looks at Carlos, Kendall, and Logan, shrugging his shoulders. "You guys told me to move on, so…I did."

"And now, my assistant Rebecca will show you the door." Hawk said, gesturing to the blonde haired girl beside him. And before the group knew it they were tossed out.

"What do you mean James isn't coming back?" Gustavo asked once Andi and the boys got back to Rocque Records.

"He got a three-record deal." Kendall replied.

Carlos nods. "And his own Sebastian."

"I could get you a three-record deal and a Sebastian." Gustavo said to the boys. He turns to look at Kelly with confusion. "What's a Sebastian?"

"Gustavo, we're eating PB&J on box furniture." Logan spoke, pointing at the table made of boxes and all of the other box furniture that they made.

Gustavo hits his hands on the table. "You just have to nail this concert!"

"What concert?" Katie asks from her place on a box chair. "There's no Big Time Rush without James."

Andi points at her in a sing of agreement. "Yeah, I agree. It's not the same without him."

"Then we'll find a new James." Kendall suggested. He looks at Carlos and Logan. "If he thinks he can do without us, then we can do without him.

"He's right: Bands do replace members all the time." Kelly chimed in.

Then everyone lists off bands that replaced members like The Rolling Stones and Destiny's Child. Carlos, Kendall, and Logan stand up with a determined expression on their faces. "Let's get a new James."

"Okay, guys." Kelly smiles. "Time to find a new James."

After they put an ad out that they were holding auditions, quite of few people signed up for it. The first one had the looks, but his voice was way off key. And after that one it just went down hill. They were each starting to lose hope they would find a new band member. But then the last one that came in was perfect. He had the looks, the singing voice, and he could even back flip.

Gustavo stands up and points at him. "Welcome to Big Time Rush!"

"Yes!" The boy cheers while Andi, Kelly, and the boys clap for him. "I'm so excited. I must now tell my dark overlord, Zorblok."

Andi furrows her eyebrows as he faces the floor with his arms outstretched. The more he speaks, the more Andi, Kelly, Gustavo, and the boys regret letting him into Big Time Rush. "Lord Zorblok, the time of prophecy is upon us."

He then spins and dramatically jumps at some of the boxes near the back wall and falls to the floor. "Maybe we can't replace James." Kendall realized and the others nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Big Time Rush is now a trio." Gustavo suggested.

Andi, Gustavo, Kelly, Jennifer, and Katie were now in the sound system room, watching Carlos, Kendall, and Logan try to practice the song. It was all completely different without James being there. Andi wished that he would just show up so things can go back to normal.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Gustavo yells. The music and the boy's singing stopped. "Need I remind you that we have a concert in two days? And I put everything on the line for you, and you stink!"

"Yeah, well, the choreography is completely different with just the three of us." Logan pointed out.

Kendall looks at Gustavo with a determined expression. "Look, don't worry. We'll figure this out. Have we ever let you down?"

Andi looks at Gustavo with confusion when he starts laughing. Gustavo looks at her, Kelly, Katie, and Jennifer with furrowed eyebrows. "Have they ever let me down?"

The four of them shake their heads in response. "That's not the point." Gustavo turns back to the boys as he stands up. "The point is, James is not coming back. Now, I don't care what you sing, but look like you're enjoying it, or I will destroy all of you!"

A smile tugs on Andi's face when he starts singing the 'oh, you're such a turd' song. That was the song he sang on the day that changed his and the boy's lives forever. Carlos and Logan even joins Kendall on singing the song. Andi glances at her mom when she speaks. "Well, they do seem to be enjoying it."

Andi nods and chuckles lightly. She looks at Gustavo with an amused smile. "You did say you didn't care what they sang."

Andi's eyes grow wide and she looks over at the open doors of the room when she heard familiar singing. She was surprised yet happy to see James standing there. Andi grinned while Carlos, Kendall, and Logan excitedly pointed at James.

Katie raises her arms up in the air with a grin on her face "I'm gonna be rich!" After seeing the looks she got she lowers her arms and quickly adds, "I mean…Horary for friendship!"

The three boys go over to James and Andi chuckles when Carlos picks him up. Carlos puts James back down and smiles. "Big Time Rush is back together-Woo!"

"Yeah," James wraps an arm around Carlos, gesturing to the three of them. "I felt bad knowing how much you all missed me."

"And you're not gonna miss the cool pad, the hot towels, and Sebastian?" Logan asked him.

"Yes, no, and yes." James replied.

Kendall chuckles. "Well, don't sweat it because once we nail the concert we're gonna go back to the Palm Woods and get out own Sebastian, right?" He questioned, glancing at Gustavo who now stood in the recording studio with the boys along with Andi, Kelly, Katie, and Jennifer.

Gustavo just looks at him with furrowed eyebrows and Kelly looks over at him with furrowed eyebrows. "And what about Hawk?"

Gustavo points at the boys. "We'll talk about your Sebastian later," He looks at Kelly. "And we got bigger problems than Hawk," He looks back at the boys. "As in the concert is in two days and we haven't sold a single ticket and all the posters are now wrong!" He exclaimed, pointing at the poster they made that only has Carlos, Kendall, and Logan on it.

"Don't worry." Jennifer smiles, unrolling one of Katie's posters she held to show everyone that had the four boys on it. "Katie will donate her posters."

Katie looks at her with offense as she puts a hand on her hip and shakes her head. "No, I won't."

"Katie, donate them!" Jennifer exclaimed out of frustration and Katie agreed immediately.

Katie leaves the room and a few seconds later she comes back wearing a Big Time Rush t-shirt and hat. "But I get concession space for my hats and t-shirts."

Gustavo nods. "Deal." He looks at Kelly and asks, "Kelly, what money do we have left in the budget for street team advertising and local tv spots?"

Kelly then gets some stuff out of her pocket. "We got five bucks and a punch card for one free Schmetzel Pretzel." Gustavo's eyes grow wide when she said that and he groaned.

Andi cringes. "Yeah, that won't help at all."

Kendall gestures to himself, the boys, and Andi. "We'll go back to the Palm Woods and get some street team volunteers."

"And I think I may know a way we can get some free tv spots." Logan chimed in.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Gustavo questions. "I can't sell this band to investors if we don't sell out the concert." He gestures for the five teens to leave as he shouts, "Go! Go! Go! Go! Get out of here!"

After putting on some Big Time Rush shirts and getting some volunteers from the Palm Woods to help out everyone teams up to go put up posters or hand up flyers around L.A. Andi got teamed up with Carlos and James, Jo and Kendall teamed up, Camille and Logan were a team, and even Guitar Dude and Lightening helped them out with handing flyers. Camille and Logan even found ways to get on the news with some other people from the Palm Woods to advertise Big Time Rush's first concert.

They finally got to the point where the concert is sold out. At the music box everyone was setting up to get ready for the concert that night. Andi now wore a black cut off shoulder dress that stopped just above her knees. For her shoes she decided on wearing ankle high black colored boots.

"Okay, all that is left to do is-Oh, right, the concert." Gustavo stated.

"Gustavo," Kendall started.

"Have we ever let you down?" The four boys finished Kendall's question.

Gustavo takes off his sunglasses. "I'll let you know after tonight. Now, get your butts to your dressing room and get ready to rock this place for your fans and for my big investors."

It's almost time for the concert and Andi nor Kelly could find the boys. Andi was starting to worry that something bad happened to them. She knew that they would never be late to something this important on purpose.

"We can't find them anywhere!" Kelly shouted, rushing up to a frantic looking Gustavo along with Andi.

"Oh, what are the words I'm looking for?" Gustavo pretends to think and then looks at Andi and Kelly with a glare. "Oh, yeah. Where are they?!"

"We don't know!" Andi replied in the same tone he used, waving her arms around dramatically.

"Gustavo!"

The three of them look over at the investors that came to watch the concert. Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly looked at them with nervous smiles before looking back at each other again.

"Don't worry." Kelly assures both of them. "The concert doesn't start for 20 minutes. They have never let you down. They will be here."

Andi's eyes grow wide when her mom grabs a fistful of Gustavo's shirt, pulling him over to her she freaks out while he is the one finally calm. "Just stay calm!"

"Mom," Andi chuckles nervously and pulls her mom off of Gustavo. She looks at Kelly with a small smile. "Maybe you need to be the one to calm down."

Kelly takes a deep breath and nods. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

Andi nervously bites her lower lip, peeking out at the chanting crowd from behind the curtain along with her mom and Gustavo. The concert is supposed to be starting now and the boys were still nowhere to be found. No matter how many times she tried calling each of them or no matter how many times she texted them she got no reply which just made her more worried.

"Don't panic." Kelly tells the both of them. "Bands go on late all the time. It's a rock and roll tradition."

"Right," Gustavo nods. "We'll just stall them and keep the curtain down."

Andi's eyes widen and she takes a step back off to the side so she's hidden when the curtain suddenly goes up. The crowd stopped cheering automatically when they saw the boys weren't on the stage. She looked at her mom with panic at seeing she was hanging onto the curtain. With Gustavo's help Kelly got back on the floor and the three of them turn around to look at the one who pulled the curtain up.

An angered expression forms on Andi's face when she saw it was Hawk. "Gustavo, did you not want the curtain open?" Hawk asked, pointing at the rope he just pulled.

Gustavo glares at him. "Hawk, I should have known it was you." He went over to Hawk but was stopped by Rebecca who was in a fighting stance.

"You know my assistant, Rebecca." Hawk gestured to the blonde-haired girl and moves to stand beside her.

"Aww, the crowd stopped cheering." Hawk notices. Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly look back at the crowd and Andi noticed that the investors looked like they were getting antsy to leave which was not good. The three of them look back at Hawk when he speaks again. "This is the part where I laugh evilly."

"Telling us when you laugh isn't an evil thing to do." Andi comments, rolling her eyes. "It's weird." She muttered.

Hawk ignores her comment and laughs evilly. At the end of his laugh, he raises his arms up like a hawk would raise their wings and lets out a caw. While she nods, Andi points at him. "Yeah, that's weird, too."

Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly grew more worried and nervous as the crowd boos and no boys have arrived. Gustavo was nervously pacing, and Kelly was biting her nails. Andi watched nervously when everyone started to leave, hoping that the boys would show up soon.

"Oh, look, all the people leaving." Hawk pointed out.

"Thanks for stating the obvious." Andi sarcastically comments, glaring right back at Hawk when he glared at her. She looks at her mom and Gustavo. "They're gonna be here soon, guys. I know they are." She hoped she was right about that.

"Oh," Gustavo shakes his head. "This can't be happening. They've never let me down."

"And they won't." Andi quickly says, looking at him with a reassuring smile. She wasn't for sure if she was reassuring herself or him. "They'll be here. I know they will."

Hawk smirks at Gustavo. "And this is the part where you faint."

Gustavo angrily points at him and just as he goes about to faint the boys quickly rush over and catch him just in time. A relieved smile tugs on Andi's lips. "You guys made it! I knew it." She was so relieved. She didn't have to worry anymore.

"Sorry we're late, Gustavo." Kendall apologized. His gaze landed on Andi, taken aback by how beautiful she looked dressed up. She was always beautiful, but tonight, he felt like his heart was beating even faster than usual.

"Where were you guys?" Andi asked them, blushing at the way Kendall was staring at her. She could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She was surprised that she could even form words with the way Kendall was looking at her. She had to tear her eyes away from him, knowing she wouldn't be able to function if she continued to stare.

She glances back at Logan when he replies to her. "We got a little tied up." He, Carlos, Kendall, and James looked at Hawk and Rebecca with a glare. She assumed the two had something to do with it.

"Oh," Carlos looks out at the crowd, noticing everyone leaving. "The people are leaving."

"We're gonna need some microphones." James smiled.

Kelly walks back over to them, handing each of the boys a microphone. "Do something!" Hawk demanded, glaring at Rebecca. Rebecca turned to them in a fighting stance.

Andi, Gustavo, and the boys step to the side when Sebastian walks over. Andi knowingly smiles when she saw Sebastian held hot towels. "Hot towel, sir?" Sebastian questioned. He then threw one at Rebecca and Hawk causing them to scream and fall.

"Hit it!" Gustavo exclaimed.

"Good luck, boys!" Andi called out with a grin, fist bumping each of the boys when they went past her. Her face flushed when Kendall suddenly kissed her cheek and whispered a quick 'you look amazing' to her.

Her hand slowly moved up to touch the spot where Kendall kissed her and she could feel her heart thumping against her chest. She watched with a big smile as the boys went onto the stage and the crowd cheers. She felt butterflies in her stomach when Kendall looked at her, flashing her a charming smile. She could never get tired of that smile.

The band started playing which made the crowd come back and start cheering again. The boys quickly ran onto stage, making the crowd cheer louder.

Andi grins when she notices the investors were quick to come back just before Kendall starts singing the song 'Famous'. The concert becomes a big success. Katie and Mrs. Knight ended up selling a lot of merchandise and halfway through the concert the investors rushed up to Andi, Gustavo, and Kelly wanting to sign the boys to a record deal.

Griffin then steps in front of the other investors. "Three-record deal, a worldwide tour, and immediate release of their album."

Andi's eyes grow wide and she looks at Gustavo, wondering what he would say. Gustavo points at him. "My mansion back, my studio fully restocked, the dogs want something called a Sebastian, and Andi gets to be their opening act."

Andi looks at him with surprise when he mentions that. She smiles widely and hugs him tightly, surprising him. He awkwardly pats her back and looks at Griffin. Griffin smiles, pointing at Gustavo. "Done."

A grin tugs on Andi's lips and she forces herself to not do a little happy dance right then and there. Kelly points at Griffin, looking at him with a glare. "And I want you to go straight back to that studio and write 100 times, 'I will never do this to Big Time Rush again'." Griffin looked at her for a few seconds, acting like he wanted to argue, but then quickly left after the other investors left.

Andi pulled away from Gustavo and when they were gone, Andi does a little happy dance and cheered along with her mom. At the end of the performance, Andi chuckled when a group of girls got on stage and started chasing the boys. She was beyond relieved the boys were back as a band and the fact that she was now the boys opening act was even better. She couldn't wait for her first gig with the boys.

#bigtimerush #andi #kendall #james #logan #carlos #gustaov #kelly #katie #jennifer #rocquerecords #band #music #singing #concert #griffin #songwriter #hawk #rebecca

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I'd you've discussed it before, I missed it. So no pressure if you don't want to rehash, but ... Can I get your general thoughts on Elder Maxson? Your opinion of him/headcanons you might have?

He's such a complex character imo, and lately he's been living rent free in my head.

Yeah, absolutely! I’ve previously given him a lot of shit and I make fun of him often (we all know What He Did) but he is actually a really complex and fascinating character.

I actually feel really sorry for Arthur Maxson. The poor kid never had a chance to be well-adjusted or have a normal life. Arthur is the last living descendant of the man who founded the Brotherhood of Steel, and he comes along at a time when the Brotherhood is heavily struggling for relevance. In the west, they’re strictly and dogmatically isolationist, and you end up with groups like the Mojave chapter fading into obscurity in a bunker. In the east, you’ve got Owyn Lyons, who makes a stand for what he believes in (altruism), gets his entire chapter disowned, and loses half of his soldiers because they disagree (the Outcasts from FO3.)

Meanwhile, Arthur carries the blood and the name of the one person EVERYONE in the Brotherhood believes in. When we meet him in FO3, Squire Arthur Maxson is a smart, shy, gentle 10-year-old boy who’s been sent eastward away from his parents both to protect him and to “make him stronger” (his parents die while he’s away.) He had no friends his own age and no friends at all, actually (except for Liberty Prime-- a journal entry mentions a scribe chasing Arthur out of the lab and scolding him for trying to befriend a machine.) He hero-worships Sentinel Sarah Lyons, but he’s too young and clumsy to follow her out into the field. Everybody treats him like a small soldier or a messiah, no matter how he tries to downplay his lineage and claim to be a normal boy. This literal child spends his entire life being told he’s special and mighty with a “soul forged from eternal steel.”

The pressure and the expectations eventually start to push him into embracing his “destiny.” By 12, he’s improved his combat skills enough to kill two raiders on patrol. By 13, he single-handedly kills a deathclaw (and earns his face scar.) By 15 he’s taking out important super mutant leaders. And by 16, he’s so hardcore that the West Coast BoS gets back in touch with the East and names Arthur Elder. At the age normal teenage boys are socializing with peers or having friends or letting their brains finish developing, Arthur Maxson is the goddamn supreme commander of a military force. And the East Coast BoS actually thrives under him, becoming more powerful and relevant than they’ve ever been. And this is how we go from the shy, quiet squire to the charismatic, highly-beloved (MOTHERFUCKING 20-YEARS-OLD) Elder Arthur Maxson in FO4.

I wouldn’t say that FO4!Arthur buys into his own hype. Despite how he’s been treated his whole life, he doesn’t believe that he is a god or a messiah. But he does believe literally every single word of the BoS codex. He does believe that they are saving humanity and doing what’s best for the future. He has been living as the legend people expected of him for years now, and is determined to continue down that path.

I think in his own twisted way, Arthur actually does care about the people of the Commonwealth, as he claims to. But it’s in the same way that a king cares about his subjects. He knows what’s best for them and doesn’t really care to seek their input before doing what he likes. Though he genuinely does believe the Institute is evil and he genuinely wants to protect the world from their menace, he also comes to the Commonwealth because he wants to lead his own glorious war of liberation, the way Owyn Lyons did in the Capital.

Also, for all people claim the BoS were “ruined” by Arthur in FO4, keep in mind that

A. Lyons’ BoS and their charity and altruism were actually outliers- most of the BoS are a bunch of isolationist asswipes (see: the entire West Coast branch) B. The BoS hating non-human races is the norm, not the exception C. Arthur has actually fairly smoothly integrated BoS traditions with Lyons’ more fair and altruistic beliefs (which he grew up with.) He clearly maintains a lot of respect for the Lyons family (even if the current BoS party line is to denigrate them in favor of praising Arthur.)

Here are some things that Arthur has commanded of his BoS that make them the kinder, gentler version of the faction, and also just some general nice things he’s done as Elder:

Civilians are ordered to be treated fairly. BoS soldiers are not permitted to harm them (except in self defense) and any and all tech they possess is to be traded for fairly with food and medicine. If they refuse to trade, they are left alone.

BoS soldiers are to defend civilians and initiate proactive strikes on super mutants, feral ghouls, Institute synths, and other threats. BoS vertibird crews are to protect caravans from above.

BoS soldiers are to be monitored for mental health concerns as well as physical. Arthur explicitly orders Cade to treat all mental conditions the same way he would treat an injury.

He shows deep personal concern for his staff and crew. This is notable in the terminal entries re: Ingram, where Arthur is apologetic for denying her field duty-- and when she disobeys him and goes to Mass Fusion anyway, all he does for punishment is to write her a sternly worded letter.

Arthur Maxson is a cold, brutal, unflinching military dictator with a god complex. He is a lonely, frightened child carrying the weight of the world and desperately trying to prove himself. He’s a compassionate, charismatic leader. He’s a terrifying enemy. He’s an idealistic liberator who wants to protect humanity. He’s a dogmatic bigot who thinks evolving his views is showing weakness. He’s all of these at the same time. He could only get the wide and varied fandom reception he does by having this many facets of his personality, and by being one of the most complicated characters in the game.

And okay, I’ll say it: his beard and his jacket are pretty sexy.

#fallout 4 #arthur maxson #gg answers #i pick on him but honestly maxson is really interesting #he's just mean to my boy so i want to give him a swirly #he's a great and complex ally/antagonist and they did an amazing job with him #fallout meta

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angelplummie · 3 years ago

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BULLY IWA X F!READER

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dark content (proceed with caution), fluff???????? Idk man

a/n: hi guys i’m very ill rn so if this is shit don’t hate me i’m like delirious with something idk what but i am not feeling great LMAO but yeah keep in mind that (instead of doing homework) i wrote this in my ill person haze 😍 also it’s actually terrible how toxic this relationship is in correlation to how much i want it. where’s my mentally ill girlies !? we too can have a relationship as abusive as this hold on my angels 👼🏻/j anyways reblogs appreciated as usual 💞💞

warnings: INCREDIBLY toxic relationship, male that doesn’t know how to deal with emotions (same old same old), very suggestive stuff, dubcon (she’s into it but it isn’t crystal clear just wanted to disclose that), threats, misogynistic language, bullying obvi, mentions of violence, feelings of isolation, not valuing yourself enough girl,

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Iwaizumi is a menace, a bully that scrimps off oikawas school wide fame to pick on you undetected.

Try to tell people what he does? who are people gonna believe? you? or golden boys right hand man?

He’ll pour coffee over you, make you eat food off the ground when he knocks it out of your hand, steal your most important school books from your bag that he’ll only give back if you humiliate yourself and start telling people that you two are dating, only for him to deny it and convince everyone that you’re just some delusional girl that’s obsessed with him. He’ll hit you at will, large palm leaving a sting on your cheek. You don’t ever have to do anything, just finds it funny when you gasp and your eyes go all buggy and wide. There’s been times where he really did a number on you, but those were rare, so you could tell your mum that it was just an accident. He was strategic like that.

Slowly, the things he wanted you to do escalated, becoming more and more extreme.

He doesn’t just dump your lunch trays anymore, but makes you strip to your underwear in the boys toilet and sit there for the whole of lunch, the boys that walk in scoffing in shock and disgust, “Is she really that desperate?”

He doesn’t just pull your hair anymore, but asks the teachers to sit with you because you’d been ‘helping him study’ only to shove his fingers inside you and whisper in your ear how disgusting and filthy and worthless you are, all while class continues, “you like it don’t you? Stop squirming, you don’t have to pretend. I already know how nasty you are.”

He doesn’t just threaten to give you a swirlie anymore, but makes you hump his school shoes until you cum by the dumpsters behind the school. “You’re disgusting, I didn’t think you would actually cum, i was only gonna make you do it for a while until you started complaining. Maybe the rumours are true, maybe you do have crush on me.”

No matter how much you denied it, you knew it was true, he knew it was true. Despite the things he put you through, you could never seem to shake the butterflies that came every time he stalked over to you, evil grin on his handsome face. Because, even with everything he’d done, he still chose you to torment, he didn’t even look at any other girls. Just at you.

That was only part of what made you like him. What it really was was sometimes, after making you fulfil his demands, he would do something incredibly out of pocket, like cup your face gently with his big hands, or kiss you on the forehead. You didn’t understand it one bit, but that didn’t mean your heart didn’t race and didn’t think about it for the rest of the week.

If this was how he wanted to give you attention, then so be it. You could do the nasty stuff if it meant he was sweet to you sometimes, you knew he cared about you really.

Until you didn’t.

Oikawa was one of the only other people that knew about the weird relationship you two had, and one day, while walking behind them after school, you learned something you’d rather not have.

“What’s going on between you and that weird girl, Iwa-chan? Do you like her or something? You never seem to leave her alone.”

Your stomach jolted, they were talking about you. You were important enough that Oikawa felt the need to bring you up! Iwaizumi thought of you when you weren’t there!

Your pulse quickened and you tried to get as close as possible to hear what Iwaizumi had to say.

“What?” he barked back, gruff voice making you jump slightly, “You’re more delusional than she is, she’s just fun to play with. She’s so pathetic , she does anything I tell her, I don’t even have to threaten her anymore. She’s so in love with me it’s kinda repulsive, but I just do it ‘cause it’s funny. She means nothing to me.”

Oikawa said something too, but you weren’t really listening. You slowed down a bit, letting them get further ahead of you.

She means nothing to me.

Your face was red hot, and you stared at your feet the whole way home. Your eyes were glossy when you said hi to your mum and took off your shoes. You made your way up to your bed room, hardly holding in your sobs. As soon as you shut your bedroom door, you sank to the ground, ugly crying and curling in on yourself.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he was just playing with you, of course he just found it funny.

It was funny, he could do anything to you and you’d still try to please him. You think of all the times he’s beat you up, of all the times he’s made you embarrass yourself, of every time he did something sweet to you.

That was all part of it.

Of course he didn’t really like you, why would he? He could get whoever he wanted, there’s no way he would pick someone like you, a pathetic loser kid that’s stupid enough to think she has anyone.

You didn’t have anyone. There was no one that liked you, that loved you, that wanted to be your friend. You were entirely alone.

You chest heaved as your crying became more hysterical, struggling to catch your breath.

You could hardly bear this, but you would. You had to regain any shred of dignity you could. The only reason you had done that to your reputation and put aside your pride was because you thought Iwaizumi would like you better for it. But now you knew the truth, you could start behaving like a human being again, and not his dog.

Iwaizumi was pissed. First, Oikawa takes the last of his leftover ongiri that he had been looking forward to all morning, and now, you were ignoring him.

Whenever you see him in the halls, you’d normally freeze and wait for him to walk over to you, but this time, you just closed your locker and went to your lesson.

Instead of how you’d normally let him copy your work in lessons, you put your pencil case beside your book and hunched over the paper, blocking his view.

And then, when he tried to reach under your skirt, you crossed you legs and turned them away from him.

And this carried on. For the rest of the week.

He didn’t know what your problem was, he hadn’t been any meaner than usual lately, he couldn’t think of anything he’d done that was ‘too much’, whatever that was anymore. He kinda thought he’d tested you enough, if you were willing to put up with what he’d already done, then nothing would push you away. He guesses he was wrong, but he couldn’t think of anything particularly atrocious, and he was stewing for days on end.

And, while he hated to admit it, he was a tiny, so small it’s hardly even there bit worried about you. He didn’t want you to stop wanting him, ever. Because, truth be told, he did like you. He had liked you since middle school, but he didn’t know what to do with that, so he dealt with it in the only way he knew. Of course, he did like the power rush he got when you did what he told you, and it was also a perk that he could make you act out all his fantasies, the kinda stuff he would stroke himself to later. You seemed happy with the arrangement too, so what had changed?

It wasn’t until final bell went on Friday that he decided he was sick of the silent treatment. He cornered you in an empty hallway after all the other kids had cleared out.

“What’s your problem?” he said, voice gruff as ever as he glared at your dead expression. Weren’t you supposed to be cowering like normal? He had his hands on either side of your head, you should be scared. You know he likes it when you’re scared, so what’s with this cool exterior?

“What?” you said, hardly even opening your mouth to reply to him.

He huffed, you were really trying him.

“You know exactly what. Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not ignoring you,” You mutter.

He brings his hands up to your face and squishes your cheeks together, bringing your face closer to his.

“Don’t lie to me. What is it? Was I too mean? Did i hurt your feewings?” he made a pouty face and held your face tighter.

“What is it? Tell me or else everyone will find out about how you ran up to me after last period and begged to suck my cock, ok?”

He couldn’t believe he had to use a threat to get you to do something again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He was trying his best to not appear angry, at least not more than usual, he didn’t want you to know that you were getting to him. But you were. He hated you acting different, he wanted the eager-to-please little puppy he had before. You were pathetic, but you were pathetically his, and he didn’t like this disobedient side of you.

“What do you care anyway?” you mumbled under your breath, gaze cast downwards. You wish he would just leave you alone now that you knew, it didn’t feel special anymore. You were just an easy target, that’s all.

His frown intensified and his head tilted to the side.

“What was that bitch?”

You huffed, and for the first time in your life, you raised your voice at him.

“I said why do you care anyway? I thought I meant nothing to you! If I mean so little to you then why don’t you just leave me alone?”

He blinked, confusion spread across his face.

What the hell were you talking about?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You faltered, surprised by your own outburst. You were lucky he was too busy trying to figure out what you meant to realise that you had talked back to him.

“Last week, when you were leaving school, talking to Oikawa... I was behind you and, I couldn’t help but hear what you said...” Your voice got progressively quieter, resolve deflating.

Why are you telling him this?

He doesn’t care if he upset you, he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care.

While you wanted to sink into to the floor and never be seen again, the cogs in Iwaizumi head were working double time to figure what the fuck your talking about.

Last week? What could you have heard that would make you avoid him? I mean, they had touched on you, but.... Oh.

“Oh that?” He said curtly, pulling away from you and straightening up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked to the side.

“You’re really stupid enough to believe that?”

Your head jerked up. What?

“What do you mean?” your voice was very soft, but not as upset as before.

“You thought I was telling the truth? Well, you would, wouldn’t you? You’re denser than fuckin’ lead.”

“Iwaizumi, I-I don’t understand.”

You peered at him with wide eyes, subconsciously falling back into your old ways, resolve to ignore him cracking in the wake of hope. Hope that you aren’t completely and utterly alone, that someone, in anyway, wants you.

He revelled in the way you looked up at him, he had been starved of it all week. He hated how much he needed you, but there was nothing to be done about it.

“I didn’t... You know that I... I just...”

He growled in frustration.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He yelled, but you weren’t scared.

“You don’t mean nothing to me ok?”

The only sounds to be heard was the distance chatter of students and the whistle of the breeze. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

He was staring at you with wild eyes, waiting for a response, embarrassed and frustrated beyond belief. Did he actually just tell you he cared about you? He was a fucking weirdo and he knew it.

You were staring at him, the corners of you mouth twitched. Did he actually just tell you he cared about you? You must have died and gone to heaven.

“Well?” he tried to sound commanding, but his voice cracked, “Will you stop acting like a baby and pay- just stop avoiding me ok?”

You nodded frantically.

“pfft.”

He turned around to walk away, sure Oikawa was flooding his phone with messages asking him were he was. He couldn’t seem to care, holding himself a little taller. His heart was racing in his chest. He loved that look on your face, even if it made him sick. To see you so desperate for him again, it made him lightheaded. But before he could get far, he felt a featherlight touch on his shoulder, and he turned around, met with your doe eyes, he nearly melted.

“Iwaizumi, can I ask something of you?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t object, so you proceeded.

“Can you, uh... Would you give me a hug?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at you, distaste evident in the quirk of his lips and the way he clenched his jaw. Uh oh, maybe you were asking too much.

“I-I promise I won’t tell anyone, you know I wouldn’t! You-you know what, forget it, I shouldn’t have-“

But you were cut off when he roughly took your arm and pulled you into him, big arms wrapping tight around you. Your arms folded, pushed up against his chest, and you cling to the material of his blazer. You could smell his cologne, he smelt heavenly. You shamelessly nuzzled further into his chest, you would get what you could now that he had told you that he cared about you.

The glare never left Iwaizumi’s face, scowling into the empty hall as he hugged you tighter. You were so soft, and you melted into him so nicely. He wanted to punch something.

“You’re so needy. Stop asking me to do shit, you slut,” he breathed, and he rested his chin on you me head, smelled your hair. It smelt like apple shampoo. He would have to remember that.

You stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until he abruptly pushed you off him.

“If you tell anyone-“

“I won’t!” you beamed at him, picking up your bag and walking away.

He wanted to scream watching you leave. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he like a normal girl? Why did he have to like a weirdo like you?

Grunting, he picked up his bag and stomped away, glad you didn’t notice his raging hard on.

He would think about this later.

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panandinpain0 · 3 years ago

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I see you do hp X readers do you think you could do Neville X Ravenclaw M! Reader where the reader helps with potions or something :))

Letter Exchange

Part Two

AAAA YES- I love this idea and I love Neville 😭😭

Requested by: Anon

Neville Longbottom x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Both Neville and the reader are in their... idk, (coming up with this right now)... 5th year? It doesn't really follow the OG plot so... yeah.

Oh, and it might not be very in-character, but I tried my best.

OH ONE LAST THING- This insinuates Hermione x Pansy because I cherish my headcanons.

I hope you like it!

(Y/N) walked up to the castle after attending Care of Magical Creatures, deciding to use his free hour to read in the Great Hall. The library was always too crowded this time of day, meaning Madame Pince was extra irritated. So basically an altogether bad situation that (Y/N) wanted to avoid.

He walked into the slightly crowded (though quieter than the library) Hall, making his way towards his table. (Y/N) took off his blue and silver scarf, setting it on the table with his bag before sitting down on the bench. He pulled out a book that his Gryffindor friend, Hermione, had recommended him. It was just for leisure reading, which he was enjoying. Just as he opened to the previously marked page, said Gryffindor friend sat down in front of him.

"Oh, (Y/N), you will not believe what just happened in potions! Snape threatened to use Neville's potion on his toad, Trevor! We all know Neville isn't skilled in potions, so I had to step in to help and got points taken from Gryffindor for 'Speaking out of turn'! Snape is a vile man. Poor Neville," Hermione ranted as she pulled out several course books and blank pieces of parchment. (Y/N) assumed she had been assigned an essay or two.

"Are Neville and Trevor alright?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. He'd never really talked to Neville, but he seemed sweet and definitely didn't deserve Snape's wrath.

"Trevor is, I'm not sure about Neville, though," she answered, dipping her quill in her ink pot.

(Y/N) thought for a moment before pulling a parchment from his own bag, along with a quill and ink. He wrote a letter to Neville and slipped it into an envelope he had. He wrote Neville's name in swirly cursive on the front and slid it over to Hermione, which made her look up from her work.

"What's this?" she asked, picking up the paper and reading the name.

"I was wondering if you could deliver that to Neville the next time you see him?"

"Sure. You have lovely penmanship, by the way," she complimented as she slipped it into her bag.

"Thank you, it took practice." (Y/N) chuckled and returned to his book.

...

Later that night Hermione returned to her common room after splitting off from (Y/N), the two having walked together until they had to part ways. The portrait opened after she gave it the password and she climbed in, searching the filled room for Harry and Ron. She spotted them easily enough, and Neville was conveniently sitting with them.

Hermione approached them as she removed her scarf and put it in her bag, trading it for the letter.

"Hello, boys. Here, Neville, my friend asked me to give this to you," she explained as she held the letter out towards Neville. He seemed surprised as he took it, blinking when he saw his name.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen my name written this pretty. Who's your friend?" Neville asked as he traced the letters gently with his finger.

"(Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw."

"Oh, (L/N)! He seems like a nice chap," Ron commented, Harry smiling and nodding in agreement.

"Quiet, though," Harry added.

"Hmm, not really," Hermione disagreed. "You just don't notice him."

Harry and Ron shrugged and the trio walked away, leaving Neville with his letter. He opened it and saw the same handwriting as his name. It was neat yet swirly cursive.

It read:

"Dear Neville,

You probably don't know me, but I'm (Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw. I think we had herbology last year together. You were bloody brilliant in it.

Neville flushed at the compliment, lucky no one was watching him as he read it.

I was talking with Hermione and she told me what happened in potions. Is Trevor okay? I hope he is. I'm also worried for you, Snape can be cruel and you seem to be one of his favorite targets.

Neville flushed deeper- from both embarrassment and endearment. No one payed this much attention to him, much less send him a letter asking how Trevor was and expressing worry for himself.

I would like to help, if you'll let me. I'm almost top of my class in potions and can help you learn. Tutor you, if you will. You can either write back a response or find me. I frequent the library and Quidditch field often, so that's most likely where you'll find me.

Sincerely,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. I'm serious about herbology, I could learn a thing or two from you."

Neville just blinked down at the paper he held. The cute Ravenclaw boy just offered to tutor him in potions and noticed his skill in herbology.

He decided he wasn't brave enough to talk to him in person, knowing he would turn into an embarrassing, red, blubbering mess. So he'd write him back.

Neville walked up to his dorm and sat down at the desk he and his dormmates shared. Pulling out a quill and parchment he wrote:

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾

ᴹʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

Neville bit his lip, his face and ears growing red from nerve's.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ. ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ.

ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᴴᵉʳᵐⁱᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃ�� ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ��ᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘᵗᵒʳ ᵐᵉ! ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ?

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵀʳᵘˡʸ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ?"

Neville cast a quick spell to dry the ink, luckily without pulling a Seamus and setting it on fire, and slipped it into an envelope identical to the one (Y/N) sent, seeing as they were the school issued ones. He scribbled (Y/N)'s name over it messily and ran back down to the common room, hoping one of the girl's- or even Hermione herself- were there to receive the message to deliver the letter.

There were still a handful of people in the common room, including Lavender Brown.

"Excuse me, Lavender?" Neville asked, approaching her with the letter nervously clasped in his sweaty hands.

"Neville?" Lavender responded, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Can you give this to Hermione? And please tell her to give it to... the Ravenclaw," Neville asked timidly, not using (Y/N)'s real name so that it wouldn't be traced back to him. The last thing Neville wanted was for (Y/N) to get teased for talking to him.

"Uhm... odd request, but alright. Goodnight, Neville."

"Goodnight, Lavender."

Lavender walked up the stairs to the girl's dorms and Neville prayed that Lavender "Gossip" Brown wouldn't be interested in opening it. Now that he thought about it, maybe he should've waited to give it to Hermione himself the next day. Well, it was too late now.

Riddled with anxiety about the letter, Neville fell into an uneasy sleep. All thoughts went back to the letter that he had safely stored in his case at the end of his bed.

...

"Boo!"

Hermione gasped with wide eyes and held a hand to her chest, her surprised look morphing into a glare.

(Y/N), on the other hand, found the reaction rather amusing.

"You better watch your back, (L/N)," Hermione warned, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I always do, Granger." (Y/N) winked at her teasingly.

"Oh, by the way, Neville wrote you back." She turned tot he bookshelf in front of her and avoided eye contact as she pretended to browse.

"He did?! Where is it?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you after what you just pulled."

"Please, Hermione! I'll do anything!" (Y/N) dramatically fell to his knees as she loudly whispered, (they were still in a library, he's no animal). His hands clasped in front of his face as he pleadingly looked up at Hermione.

"...Anything?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically, looking scared.

"Anything, like... giving me your secret list of muggle book recommendations that you've never let me see?" Hermione smirked as she raised a brow down at him.

(Y/N) hung his head and slowly stood up, revealing his defeated frown.

"Fine," he sighe dout.

"Yes!" Hermione hissed and jumped up and down. The only reason Madame Pince hadn't gotten after them yet was because they were her favorite students, and this was a rare occasion, them being slightly loud. "The letter is in my bag."

(Y/N) quickly walked over to the chair with Hermione's bag hanging off of it, finding the letter easily. He smiled as he saw Neville's nearly unintelligible scrawl spelling his name.

"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked smugly, sitting down with the book she had successfully found.

"Isn't his handwriting adorable?" His cheesy smile broadened as he flipped the envelope for Hermione to see, sitting down across from her.

"I wouldn't say adorable, exactly Unreadable is a better word..." Hermione grimaced.

"Oh, hush," (Y/N) scolded as he gently opened the envelope, unfolding the paper and letting his eyes fall on the first words. "He even apologizes for it!" he gushed to the frizzy haired girl across from him, who responded with no more than an unimpressed look.

After reading the letter, (Y/N) quickly got the supplies out to respond, taking time to make his handwriting just as pretty as last time.

"Can you-"

"Give this to Neville? I'm not going to be an errand girl-"

"Come on, Hermione. Don't you want that list?" (Y/N) wiggled his eyebrows, trying to convince Hermione to keep exchanging the letters for them.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, but took the letter anyways.

"Thank you~" (Y/N) sugarcoated it but Hermione wasn't complaining.

"Get met hat list and it's no problem."

...

Neville sought Hermione out this time, eager for a response.

"Hermione, did you get anything from (L/N)?" he asked, not even trying to hide his interest.

"You're in luck." Hermione smiled and handed Neville the letter. She knew her closest friend (outside of Harry and Ron) was falling in love with the Gryffindor boy, and she was thrilled it was being reciprocated.

Neville ran up to the dorm, glad it was empty, and opened the letter carefully, as not to damage it.

"Dear Neville,

I'm glad to hear back from you! I am also glad to hear that Trevor remains unharmed.

On the topic of tutoring; you needn't repay me. I am happy to tutor you free of charge. I wouldn't mind hearing about herbology, though. Maybe after our first session we could sit together at lunch and you could tell me about your plants? Only if you'd like to, of course.

Love,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. Meet me in the library on Thursday during free hour before lunch? ♥"

Not only had he signed off with "Love", he added a heart at the end. Neville was probably reading too much into it but that didn't stop his heart from racing and his face from heating up. This man was perfect, Neville was sure of it.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᵀʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ, ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ. ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ. ♥"

Both the heart and the word "Love" seemed hesitant, the lines shaky and the ink faint. Neville wasn't used to being this bold but it felt right. With (Y/N) it felt right.

Neville gave it to Hermione and thanked her after she assured him she'd deliver it the next day.

...

(Y/N) stood by the "potions" shelf, which was coincidentally nearest to the door. He didn't want Neville to walk in, not see him, and assume he'd been pranked.

"(L/N)?" his hesitant voice asked, catching (Y/N)'s attention.

"Neville! Please, call me (Y/N)."

He held out a hand and Neville shook it, both dazed by the comforting feeling it had brought them both.

"Would you like to take a seat? I've collected some books that I think would be helpful."

Neville, was was still trying to shake out of the effect (Y/N)'s voice had on him, nodded and sat down at a nearby table.

"T-thanks," Neville stuttered as he pulled out parchments to take notes on. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

"It's no problem. Now, if you just tell me where you have the most trouble we can start there." He flashed Neville a reassuring smile, making Neville return it with a more timid one.

...

Soon enough the hour was coming to an end, making (Y/N) sigh in disappointment as he looked away from the clock.

"It seems that lunch time is approaching." He stood and went to check out the books they had studied for Neville, leaving him to scramble his notes together and stand up.

"Can I take you up on your offer?" Neville asked as Madame Pince handed (Y/N) the books. He looked Neville with a kind, but confused stare, seemingly not remembering.

"To, uh... to sit together at lunch and talk about herbology..."

A look of understanding swept across (Y/N)'s face, making a smile appear as he held out the books.

"Of course! Would you like to sit at the Ravenclaw table or your own?"

"Ravenclaw." He didn't need his friends hounding him about the cute boy he was sitting with.

Neville reached out to take the books and their fingers brushed, shivers running up Neville's back while the tips of (Y/N)'s ears turned the faintest shade of red.

"Let's get going, shall we?" (Y/N) gestured to the door, letting Neville take the lead.

...

"Neville has another letter for you," Hermione revealed, the mischievous look on her face putting (Y/N) on edge.

"Really?!" They hadn't spoken since the day before at lunch, when they scheduled the next session for the same time the following week.

"What're you so excited for?"

"Don't be daft, Hermione."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to confess how you feel about Pansy, but we can't all get what we want."

"So you do like Neville!"

"Did you just admit to liking Pansy?"

"What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid the paper over to (Y/N), trying to calm the red in her cheeks. He eagerly opened it, excited to add to his growing collection of letters.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵒᵒⁿ.

ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ. ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ."

(Y/N) whipped around and saw a blushing Neville, who seemed amused. Suddenly (Y/N) realized that Neville had heard the whole conversation.

Now it was his turn to be flustered.

End

Like I said, kinda out of character for Neville, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless.

I hope you liked it!

-Author Max <3

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

Take less, more kisses, cutie.

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