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By Any Other Name
Harry/Draco (Explicit, 8.2k)
Draco would like to say that when Potter barged into his office at nine-thirty in the morning, locked the door, and demanded, âAre you in love with me?â, he sneered back and said something quite clever and cutting along the lines of please, Potter, I know weâre not trying to kill each other anymore but I have the good sense and, more importantly, standards not to throw myself at you or maybe at least I see your ego hasnât gotten any more tolerable since school. What he said in reality, though, was, âWhat? Iâwhat?â He tried again. âHave you gone completely mental?â
A botched love potion makes it so that everyone in Harry's vicinity is madly in love with himâeveryone except Draco, that is.
(Ft. an oblivious Harry, banter, mistaken assumptions, Weasley poetry, and a manic, pining Draco who doesn't even realise he's pining.)
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Summer Love
dbf!joel x f!reader
summary: You were the sweet, little, innocent girl that your father had raised perfectly. You went to church every Sunday and made sure to do all your college work before any free time for yourself. Your dad and you had a great relationship, talked about boys, college, friends. Anything. Sometimes your dad's best friend would come over on a warm, summer eve. You'd all sit outside and listen while he played the guitar, every time you were with him, you had a tingly feeling in your core. One night, he decides to do something very unexpected.
warnings: age gap, flirting, teasing, jealous!joel, pervy!joel?(just gonna put that in there incase) sexual tension, referring to pussy as 'she', description of what reader wears, manhandling, piv (wrap it up) oral f!receiving, fingering, clit slapping, joel's dirty mouth, thigh riding, joel not lasting, reader is on birth control, aftercare
authors note: so, I just wrote this little one shot expecting it to be just a drabble, but it is a bit longer than I expected and I'm kind of in love with these two and might turn it into another series đ what do you guys think I should do??
You laugh uncontrollably as your dad makes jokes about this boy at college that you've supposedly had a 'crush' on. "Dad stop!" You swat him on the shoulder as he walks into the kitchen. "Just sayin' sweetheart." He shrugs his shoulders and you roll your eyes.
"I don't like him dad, I didn't even say anything that would hint to that!" You hear a knock on the door and your dad walks over to it. "Yeah yeah." He opens it and immediately smiles.
"Hey man!" He opens his arms wide to the stranger you're not quite sure who it is yet. When he walks in, you're stomach immediately flips. Joel Miller.
He grins at you as you shyly smile. He walks through the door with his guitar, of course, and Tommy walks in too. "Hey uncle Tom!" You smile and give him a big hug. You've always loved Tommy. He's funny and will make a joke about almost anything. Where as Joel, he's a bit more cold.
"Hey yourself." He squeezes you tightly and spins you around. You giggle when he puts you back on the ground. You all make your way outside and onto the back porch. Joel sits in his usual spot, the rocking chair, and you sit next to him on the lounge couch that holds Tommy as well.
He strums the guitar once to see if its tuned and then he begins to play. The night breeze flows on your face as the music he plays fills your ears. "So how's college goin'? You look at Tommy and look at your dad. He has a big stupid grin on his face and you shake your head as a 'please don't' to your dad so he doesn't mention your so called 'crush.'
"I think it's goin' really good, isn't that right sweetheart?" You roll your eyes and give him a dirty look. "Oh what's this now?" Tommy leans forward as he's more interested in the conversation. Joel stops playing and your face turns a shade of pink.
"Do you wanna tell them hon, or should I?" You cup your face in your hands and run your fingers through your hair. "Oh my god dad, it's not that big of a deal okay? He asked me on a date once! Once!"
Tommy's grin only widens and Joel just looks angry. "Right sweetheart, and what'd you say hm?" You roll your eyes. "I said yes okay?"
Joel can feel his heart pounding in his ears. You? Going on a date? That's a no go.
"Ohhhh!" Tommy throws his arms in the air and sits up straight. "Well? Did you get laid with'em?" "Tommy!" He laughs as you slap his shoulder and sigh loudly.
"Joel, you alright over there? Looked like you'd seen a ghost brother." You turn to see Joel and your eyes widen in surprise. He looks furious and scared at the same time. How is that possible? And what's he mad about?
He clears his throat and rests his guitar against a pillar. "Yeah, m'fine." He stands up and steps over your legs. He stares down at you and that's for sure a sign he's not okay. "M'gonna get a drink, anyone want anythin'?" Tommy shakes his head but your dad asks for a beer. "I'll get my own." You stand up and walk over to him.
His nostrils flare as he sees you pass by him and into the house. You walk into the kitchen and grab the kettle. Filling it with water, you put it back on the stand and flick the switch to start it. You reach up and onto your tip-toes to reach your mug but its just to high. You try jumping but its no use. Just as you're about to turn around and ask Joel for help, he reaches his arm above yours and grabs the mug.
You mumble a quick 'thanks' as you grab your tea bag. "What's his name?" You turn your head to face him. "Who?" He looks at you as he cracks open a can of beer. "The guy you're datin'." You roll your eyes and lean against the counter.
"For the last time, I'm not dating him. We went on a date once and-" "Did you have sex with him?" The question stumbles you. Who the hell asks that? You look at Joel dumbfounded and he just raises his eyebrows. You gulp as you beg the kettle to hurry up so this conversation can end.
"Well" You pause as he stares at you. "Yes but it was only one time-" "Thanks darlin', that's all I wanted to know." He gives you a smile as he leaves you standing in the kitchen all alone. You run your hand through your hair. Grabbing your mug, you pour the boiling hot water and take it outside.
You sit down on the lounge chair and try avoiding his glare. The men talk for a while as you sit and sip your tea, just listening. You do wish Joel would play his guitar again. Something about the way his fingers move and how he strums the shallow instrument makes you tingle.
Something about him, Joel. Makes your heart jump out of your skin. He's always had an impact on you. His voice, his hands, his hair, his strong body. Just everything about him is perfect.
You yawn as the conversation comes to an end. "Think it's time we should head out." Your dad stands up and cracks his back. He grabs Tommy's hand and pulls him in tight for a hug. You stand awkwardly with Joel. All of a sudden, two strong shoulders are spinning you around and you fall head first into a strong chest.
He wraps his arms around your small frame as you try to wrap your arms around his. It's unexpected so you're not exactly sure what to do. He rests his head on yours and you breathe in his scent.
"Don't be gettin into much trouble darlin', don't wanna end up with the wrong people ya'know." He lets go of your body and you look up at him as you nod your head. He gives you a little grin and pats the top of your head. "See ya kiddo." He walks out, grabbing his guitar, and shakes your dads hand.
You stand there for a few moments. Trying to regain composure as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. The fuck does he think he is?
You clear your head and begin to walk inside. Closing the sliding door, you kick your shoes off and head upstairs. You take off your shirt and bra changing into your over-sized shirt and some shorts. You lie in bed and close your eyes. Dreaming of Joel.
When you wake up to the morning sun shining into your room, you think back to the day before and cringe at all the awkwardness. You pull back the sheets and get out of bed. You put some socks on before opening your door and heading downstairs.
Your dad is in the kitchen making breakfast and his coffee already. "Morning dad." He looks up and smiles at you. "Morning sweetie, I gotta head out to work, Joel's gonna be around to fix up the bathroom since the showers not working, see ya later okay? Love you!" And with that, he grabs his work bag and shuts the door.
Shit. You completely forgot the shower wasn't working. Oh well.
You walk into the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water and gulping it down before heading back upstairs. You go into your room and change into some booty shorts and a sweater, you put your hair up and into a high ponytail. You smile at yourself and head downstairs.
Its almost noon by the time Joel arrives. He knocks on the door and you immediately jump up to answer it. "Hey!" You smile up at him sweetly and he takes a deep breath. Seeing you in your little cute outfit makes his jeans get a little tighter.
He clears his throat and smiles down at you. "Hey there darlin', your dad in?" You shake your head and leave the door open for him to follow you in. He watches the way your hips shake as you walk back into the living room with those little shorts on, leaving much to the imagination.
"Nope, he left a few hours ago, just me and you Joel." You smile slyly at him and he groans. How is he supposed to contain himself when you're just looking too goddamn good?
He heads upstairs and straight for the bathroom. He sets his bag down and inspects the shower. He opens his bag up and gets straight to work.
Its been about an hour since Joel has been here. You decide to make him a little sandwich and bring him a glass of water since he must be hungry and thirsty because of how hard he is working.
You carry the plate and the glass upstairs and into the bathroom. "Here Joel, I brought you some-" Your face immediately turns red as you see his shirt soaked with sweat and his face shining with it. You can see the muscles in his arms and his back. You gulp when he looks at you and grins.
"Well that's very thoughtful of ya sugar." He backs out of the shower and heads towards you. He takes the plate from your hands and his fingers just glaze yours. You take a deep breath in when you smell his sweat and that rough musky smell of him.
He takes a bite of the sandwich and sips a drink of water. "H-How is it?" You stutter as you stare at his veiny neck. Watching the way his jaw moves as he takes another bite, swallowing down the bread.
"Great! Thanks s'much sweetheart." You nod your head as you stare at his mouth. The way his lips bite into the soft bread and how they form themselves around the rip of the cup just perfectly makes you want to devour him.
Once he's done the sandwich, he leans in close to your face and looks into your eyes. "Ya know, ya shouldn't really be interested in an old man like me sugar." Your eyes widen at his statement.
He knows he shouldn't be flirting with you, let alone do what he's about to do, but how could he resist your sweet little self?
"I, uh, I'm not sure what you mean Joel?" He grins as he grabs onto your waist and pulls you into him. He leans in close to your ear and his soft whispers of air tickle your neck.
"I can practically smell how wet ya are f'me darlin'." He leans back and looks down at your starstruck face. "Joel, that's not true-" He snakes his rough hand down the outside of your shorts and cups your mound.
"Really darlin'? Cause it sure does feel like she's drippin'" You moan as his hand stays where it is. Putting the slightest little pressure on your swollen bud. "Joel, please." He chuckles at your begging state.
"Oh no honey, you were just sayin' ya didn't want me." He teases as he sneaks a finger into your shorts, moving your panties to the side and pressing his bare finger to your clit. Your hands perch onto his strong arms as he rubs your clit. "There she is, there ya go." He praises you as his finger slides through your slit and collects your seeping arousal.
"Lets remove these, shall we?" With his free hand, he tugs your shorts and panties down. Leaving you there with just your sweater. His eyes turn a shade of black when he sees your bare cunt.
He licks his lips as he kneels down. You lean your back against the door and brace yourself for what's about to come.
He presses his nose into your pussy and you moan aloud. He breathes in your sweet scent and groans. "So good darlin', s'good."
He grabs onto your thighs and pulls one over his shoulder. He smashes his mouth onto your pussy and you arch your back. He licks a stripe from your clit to your weeping seam and sticks his tongue inside.
"Oh god Joel." He smirks against your core as you moan and try to grab onto something. Your hands make their way into his hair as you tug and pull. He groans against you which only sends vibrations flowing throughout your whole body. Making the sensation even better.
He removes one of his hands from your thighs and reaches up to grab onto your breast. Tweaking and poking at the nipple. You whimper as you feel your orgasm nearing.
He can feel it too. The shake of your thighs, the pulse of your cunt, the way your moans seem to be higher in pitch, oh he knows. He carries his tongue back up to your clit and flicks it back and forth, side to side. "J-Joel!" You moan when your orgasm hits you.
Arching your back as far as it can go. Grabbing onto Joel's hair and pulling it so hard it hurts. He drinks up every bit of arousal from your soaking cunt. "Such a good girl."
He stands up and grabs onto your waist. He looks down at your hazy expression and chuckles. You side eye him and groan. You begin to fix your hair and walk out of the bathroom but Joel's hand grabs onto your arm.
"Where do ya think you're goin'? I ain't finished with ya yet." He picks you up and throws you over his shoulders. You kick your legs and smack his back. "Joel! Put me down right now!" He shrugs his shoulders. "Alrighty darlin'." He throws you on the bed and chuckles.
You lie on your back as you death stare him. He crawls over you and gives you a confused look. "What! You told me to put ya down darlin' so that's what I did." You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.
"You're pathetic." He chuckles and shakes his head. He slowly leans his head down and combines his lips with yours. You groan as you taste yourself on his lips.
His hand flows down your body, tracing every curve and dip in your small frame. His hand meets your pussy once more and he inserts a finger. You arch your back and moan aloud. "Now, about that 'guy'" Your face freezes in shock. Why is he mentioning him now of all times?
He adds a second finger and you can't help but whimper. "How did he fuck you?" He continues his movements and it just feels to good to answer. He would never compare to Joel. "Darlin', ya gonna answer or?" You shake your head as you bite your lip.
"Right." He removes his hands and sits up on the bed. He moves to the edge and pats his thigh. You sit up and rest your arms behind you. "What?" He pats his thigh again. You get up, confused, and walk over to him.
You stand in front of Joel and stare down at him. "Remove your shirt." You do as you're told and take off your shirt and bra. He pats his thigh again and you hover over it. "Sit."
You lower your pussy onto his strong thigh and sigh when they make contact. His rough hands grab onto your waist and starts to move you back and forth. You grind on his thigh as his hands help maneuver you. You moan at the feeling and wrap your arms around his neck.
"There ya go sugar." He praises you as he removes his hands and undoes his button on his jeans. "Now, how did he fuck you" That goddamn question again. Why?
"Uh." You're not quite sure what to say. It was only one night and those are hard to remember.
"Well?" You shallow your eyebrows as an orgasm starts to near. "We made out first, a-and then-" You arch your back as his fingers start to prod at your clit. "Hm?" He looks down at you with a questioning look.
"H-He just layed me down on my back and fucked me like that. That's it Joel." You try your best to sound stern but the feeling only increases. He smirks and kisses your nose. "Great."
You moan and arch your back as you soak his denim jeans below you. He smiles when you breathe deeply and look up at him. He picks you up once more and lays you down on the bed.
He removes his shirt and jeans and crawls over your body. He removes his cock from his boxers and your mouth instantly waters at the sight. He grins as he sees your face and lines himself up with your entrance.
"Ya ready?" You nod your head in desperation as he pushes in. You moan at the intrusion and bite your lip. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly. He groans into your mouth as he feels your tight cunt adjusting to his size.
"So tight darlin.'" His lips hovering over yours as he begins to move his hips. His pelvis crushes your clit and you arch your back at the sensation.
He's not sure if he can last that long. Watching the way your back arches off the bed, your sweet little sounds you let out for him. He knew you didn't sound like this when you were with that other guy. He would never make you feel as good as Joel.
Feeling your tight little pussy pulse and squeeze his cock only made his orgasm unable to control. He tries to hold it but he's been on the edge for so long. Watching you come, making you come, that only turned him on more.
"Darlin'." He moans as you squeeze his cock once more. "I'm not gonna last long." You smirk at his submissive state and tug at his curls. His thrusts become sloppier and more messy as he thrusts in all the way. "Oh fuck baby-" He groans as he spills his hot seed into your weeping pussy.
He rests his head on your breasts as he regains himself. "M'sorry sweetheart." You look into his eyes with admiration as you admire his cute little state. You run your fingers through his hair and shush him.
He begins to get out of bed and head for the bathroom that he was fixing. He returns with a wash towel and some shorts for you. You thank him and give him a kiss on the lips as he begins to get dressed.
You throw the wash cloth in the hamper and put your shorts and sweater back on.
You stand up and scratch the back of your head. "So, maybe you should get going soon. I can just tell my dad you didn't finish it and you can fix it some other time?"
He stands up and puts his shirt on. He smirks as he sees what your trying to say. "Sure darlin', i'll come back and 'fix' your bathroom."
You roll your eyes and walk out of your room. Joel grabs his bag and tools from the bathroom and throws it over his shoulder. You walk him to the door and he walks out.
"I'll be back, don't be too desperate f'me now, I know you'll miss me. Oh and this." He points down to his jeans and your face turns pink. He's somehow hard again and you can't help but drool.
His thumb wipes your saliva from your mouth and gives you a smirk as he heads to his truck.
You close the door and lean against the back of it.
What have I just done?
part i part ii part iii
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Sleep well, amour Pt. 2
Parings: Alastor x reader
Summary: After falling asleep to his voice, you wake up and get confronted by Alastor. Later, you walk in on him sleeping.
Word count: 1523
Warnings: Mention of Alastor eating and k*lling a deer
part one
A/N: PART TWO IS HERE!!! I had SO many options wracking my brain on where to take this, but I picked this one! I hope you all enjoy it :â) let me know if you have any feedback, Iâd love to hear it. Also, Iâm currently working on all the requests I got :) as well as part 2 to that-no-good-first-man-on-earth
You wake up, blinking and looking around. Momentarily forgetting where you are.
Shit. You fell asleep in Alastorâs recording room. Thankfully, he isnât here right now.
Before you could get up, you notice a purple blanket on you. It seems to be the one that was on his coat hanger. Did Alastor put this on you..? The thought has you smiling and your cheeks reddening.
Alastorâs voice sure does have an effect on you. You look outside to see what time it is, but remember that itâs Hell and the sky is always the same shade of red. Youâre going to have to get used to that.
Getting up, you put the blanket back on the hanger and look around some more. It feels some-what intimate right now to be in his space when heâs not around. You wonder how long youâve been asleep for.
You walk over to his table and notice a red âplayâ button on his radio equipment and are tempted to press it. It surely wonât cause any harm to hear what he was talking about when you were asleep. You press it and listen.
âHaha! For any sinner, I know itâs a tempting question. But I-â The recording fast forwards. âNevertheless, I find it quite amusing that this technology box thinks he is on any sort of level to me! Call me crazy but the sinners have been taaallkinggg, and they think he sounds quite obsessed.â He laughs, knowing Vox is probably listening.
You smile at his voice and find it funny how he is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to his radio broadcasts. You know deep down he doesnât actually care about the whole situation with Vox, but itâs still funny how he entertains it.
Looking to your right, you see a mug that has âOh Deerâ written on it. There seems to be a bit of black coffee still left in the mug. The âdeerâ reference made you giggle. Youâve always wondered about his past and how exactly he is part deer anyhow. Oh well, Itâll reveal itself with time.
Youâre looking at all the other buttons on his equipment, wondering what they do, when all of a sudden you hear light footsteps on the other side of the door. Itâs most likely Alastor. Nobody would willingly go to his room without permission.
The door opens slowly and in steps Alastor. You notice how he opened the door quietly, to not make make much noise. As he still assumed you were asleep. You smiled at that.
He looks ahead and sees you, immediately smiling. âAh! My dear. Youâre awake!â He claps his hands together, his cane leaning on his side.
âHey Al. Um.. about what happened I-â You start.
âAh, ah! No need to explain yourself, sweetheart! Donât go giving yourself a headache.â He cuts in and laughs.
He looks down at you and says, âyou just find comfort in my voice, donât you?â He asks, with a smug smile.
Your eyes go wide and you stutter. Of course it wasnât the most secretive thing. Still, you didnât think he actually knew.
âU-um. Well..â You say.
He tilts his head to side as if saying, âGo onâŠâ
Thereâs really no getting out of this. Plus, you donât think Alastor would actually care. Heâd probably just find it funny.
âYeah, I do.â You admit. âI find comfort in your voice, of course I do! I just.. I donât know.â
You arenât sure what to say, itâs a tad embarrassing.
Alastor begins to laugh.
âI certainly could tell! I find it quite amusing if I do say so myself.â He says.
He definitely doesnât mind it, he has a soft spot for you. But heâs also a bit confused on why you even do. He knows his radio voice is unique, but nobody ever commented on it bringing them comfort. They usually scream and run away when they hear him. Youâve been there long enough to see him kill and do so many things that people describe as âhorrible, satanic, terrifyingâ but you still find comfort in him nevertheless? He thinks itâs absolutely adorable!
âAmusing?â You ask.
He nods and says, âAmusing, darling! I mean.. you know who I am, do you not?â He laughs and continues. âThough you still find comfort.. now thatâs an interesting fact, donât you think?â
You shy away, looking anywhere but him. Youâre comfortable around him, of course, but youâre a tiny but embarrassed of this whole situation. You know he is definitely loving his though.
He places a finger on your jaw and guides your head back to look at him.
âUh, uh, dear. Thereâs no need to feel shy! I never said it was a bad thing. Iâm truly honoured!â He says, smiling down at you.
You and him have been getting to know each other for a while now and youâve just been going deeply and deeply more interested in him. You almost laugh at yourself because you sometimes act as if you did when you alive, how you obsessed over fictional characters and âfan fiction.â
You look at him and say, âWell, thatâs good then.â You chuckle.
âMm, it is isnât it?â He says.
He thinks youâre absolutely pathetic, but in a good way. He wouldnât let anything hurt you, this new sensation is something he never wants to get rid of.
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Later that day, Charlie wanted you to pass a message on to Alastor about the hotel reservations. You knew he was in his room because he mentioned that if you needed him, heâd be in there having some dinner (aka, deer). Which he has in his half room half forest. You really wonder how on earth he even did that. The wonders of being a radio demon!
Youâre at his door, lightly knocking. You wait a few seconds but you donât hear anything from the other side.
âAl?â You question while knocking again.
âHm.â You think.
You arenât sure if you should go in or not. Sure, the thing Charlie told you about could wait but you also wanted to make sure he was okay. What if he.. choked or something? Youâre sure the radio demon could handle that but you just want to make sure.
âAl, Iâm coming in.. okay?â You say while knocking once more.
You slowly twist the knob and push the door open. Peaking in, you see him on the other side of the room, in a chair.
âAlastor, are you alr-â You stop yourself when you notice his eyes are closed.
Closing the door behind you, you walk up to him.
Heâs currently sitting in the chair, his arm on the table and his head resting on his hand. He looks so peaceful. His mouth isnât smiling and his face just looks so.. relaxed. Youâve never saw him like this before. He mumbles occasionally and his ears twitch every so often as he sleeps. You arenât sure how he finds this position comfortable, but you smile at it nonetheless.
You donât want to disturb him so you leave, now relaxed that you know heâs okay.
Right before you grab the knob of the door, you hear, âY/n?â
You whip your head back and you see him standing up, looking at you with his smile.
âDid you need something, dear?â He asks, as if he wasnât just dead asleep a second ago.
Of course, it makes sense he is a light sleeper.
âO-oh, no. Charlie just wanted me to tell you that the renovations went well and that the guys who inspect the place will be here tomorrow!â You say. âSorry if I disturbed you.â
âAhh, alright! And nonsense! You couldnât disturb me.â He says.
You look at him and smile.
âYou know, you could join me if you want! I was just resting and then going to have some dinner.â He offers.
You perk up but then remember that Husk assigned you a task of picking up crates of whiskey for the bar.
âShit, sorry. I canât. I have to go get more alcohol for the bar.â You say with a frown.
âMore? If I remember correctly, we just got new shipments in.. last week?â He says with a laugh. âThough Iâm not surprised we ran out again. Husker is a busy man. Well, my dear. Some other time, then!â
You notice him looking back into the forest, eyeing a deer.
âYeah, some other time.â You smile. âHave a good dinner, Alastor!â
He smiles back at you says, âOh I will.â He chuckles, his radio eyes making an appearance as he looks back the deer.
âYou have yourself a lovely day, sweetheart!â He says with a wave.
âYou too!â Waving back, you then open the door and leave. Once you leave you hear shrieking on the other side of the door, definitely the deer that Al was eyeing.
Youâre excited to have more encounters with him, and even take him up on the dinner offer! You remember him mentioning he wanted to introduce you to his friend, Rosie. Youâre looking forward to it.
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Don't Believe Everything You Read
Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2024!
Fandom:Â Bridgerton
Day Three Prompt: "I know you better."
Summary: A wannabe Whistledown is posting some awful rumors, but luckily for Anthony, his wife knows him well enough that she doesn't believe them.
Word Count: 1,247
Category: Angst, Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I sighed, tightening my hands on the book I was reading and trying to refocus on the words. I'd been having a nice, peaceful morning in Bridgerton house (a truly rare feat) until Eloise and Benedict had started some commotion near the door to the sitting room.
I'd married Anthony almost a year ago now, but I still hadn't learned how to block out his siblings quite as well as he did.
I managed to finish another paragraph before the commotion at the door distracted me again. I glanced at the pair out of the corner of my eye, and found them having a whispered argument, both glancing in my direction every few moments. I sighed. The rest of my story would have to wait until later.
Slowly and quietly, so as not to draw too much attention from the Bridgertons by the door, I makred my page in my book and set it down on the couch. I stood, drifting over toward Eloise and Benedict. Eloise had something in her hand, and it seemed to be the genesis of hers and Benedict's hushed argument. I got a little closer and recognized the shape and style of a scandal sheet.
Eloise and Benedict had gotten steadily more heated in their argument, and when Eloise flailed the paper in my direction, I snatched it out of her hand.
She and Benedict both whirled in my direction, but I'd made it halfway across the room before either of them got a chance to take the paper back.
"Don't read that!" Benedict shouted, chasing after me.
"You have a right to read it, but you might want a bit of a heads up first-"
I cut Eloise off by darting well out of their reach and reading one of the headlines of the scandal sheet.
Viscount Bridgerton Stepping Out On His New Wife?
I snorted and rolled my eyes. I quickly scanned the rest of the article, which went on to talk sensationally about all these rumors surrounding Anthony and a mysterious new mistress. Not a word of it was believable, of course, and at least one of the reports of Anthony strolling at night with a strange woman was just me, wearing new clothes the rest of the Ton hadn't seen yet. I barely made it to the end of the article before I started laughing.
I looked up to find Eloise and Benedict looking at me warily. I just shook my head.
"This is certainly no Lady Whistledown, is it?" The pair raised their eyebrows at me, still tensed like they were worried the laughter would turn to tears. I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, both of you. I know Anthony, I know this is ridiculous. Clearly whoever's writing this nonsense has too much free time on their hands. Or maybe not enough, since they couldn't come up with anything more realistic than this."
"So... you're not upset?" asked Eloise.
"No, El, I'm not. I know the man I married. This," I waved the paper around in my hand, "is just funny."
She and Benedict let out massive sighs as one.
"Well, that's certainly a relief," said Benedict. "I suppose Eloise and I were getting worked up for nothing."
"And likewise, you interrupted my reading for nothing," I said. "You're welcome to stay if you're quiet, but otherwise, I appreciate the laugh, but would appreciate more the return of my peaceful reading space."
"You have chosen the sitting room as your peaceful space," Benedict said. "That might not offer you the highest chance of remaining undisturbed."
"You make a fair point, but you also seemed to want to keep this scandal sheet from me completely, so I think today I can kick you out."
"Fair enough. Eloise?"
"I was supposed to meet Penelope before I found the scandal sheet with the mail. I'm already a bit late," she said with a wave over her shoulder as she headed out of the room. Benedict gave me a teasing bow, then followed his sister out of the room.
I sighed, then settled back in to my original place on the couch. I made it through another few pages before the door of the sitting room went flying open, the door making a loud bang as it slammed into the wall. I jumped and whirled around to find Anthony, looking like an absolute mess as he crossed the room in just a few strides before sliding to his knees before me. His hair stuck up at all angles and his clothes looked disheveled. He took my hands in his and started speaking before I could get a word out.
"My love, it's not true. Not a word of it. I love you, you must know that. I would absolutely never, ever go behind your back, would never even dream of spending time with anyone else-"
"Anthony, my god! Take a breath, what are you talking about?"
"I saw Eloise. She told me you'd read the scandal sheet sent out this morning. But you must know, it was a lie."
"Did you happen to wait for Eloise to tell you my reaction before you raced in here?"
"No. I worried... I didn't want to waste a moment before speaking with you. I promise, I would never do that to you. There's no one else and there never will be-"
"I know! Anthony, believe me, I know." I slid to the ground along with him, chest to chest as I kept his hands held tight in mine. "You think I'd believe some ridiculous wannabe Whistledown telling me you're a cheater? I know you better. I know you best. I know you would never do that to me, that I can trust you, no matter what. Even if Whistledown herself had reported it, I wouldn't have believed a word."
"...Truly?"
"Absolutely! We're rock solid, Anthony. I honestly wouldn't have married you if I didn't trust you."
He sighed, all the tension easing from his body as he slumped forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.
"I cannot tell you how relieved I am to hear that."
"I'm glad we got your worry cleared up quickly," I said. "Although, if you had paused to talk to Eloise for another moment, she could've told you I started laughing the minute I read those ridiculous reports."
Anthony picked his head up to look at me, pulling me closer to him as he did.
"I'm much happier to have heard it from you directly. Especially since it means I can do this."
He leaned in, a grin on his face, and kissed me. I ran my hands up his back and into his hair, but pulled away after just a moment. Anthony moved to follow me, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Anthony, we are in the sitting room! Anyone could walk in on us at any moment."
"Good. Then they'll know the rumors are just that, and that nothing could ever come between the two of us."
"Anthony."
"Fine. This is an easy fix as well."
With that, he stood, picking me up and carrying me out of the room. I laughed, not even bothering to mention my book that now lay forgotten on the sofa. Anthony and I had other plans for the rest of our morning, it seemed, and I couldn't say I minded them. Anthony and I were happier than I ever thought we could be, and nothing was going to interfere with that, especially not some ridiculous gossip rag.
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But Two Though?
Summary: In which you're so in love with your boyfriend that you see yourself starting a family with him and you obviously had to sing about it!
Track 10 of short n' sweet - juno
Quinn Hughes x Singer!reader
Warning: romantic themes, kissing, pet names, mentions of children, mentions of parenting, and mentions of sex.
A/N: even tho it's a singer reader this imagine also has AFAB!reader(cause of the song lmao) I still use they/them pronouns, no need to worry about that.
Juno is literally so good, and since I gave Nico bed chem, I just HAD to give quinn Juno! Hope you enjoy. And I had this fun idea of embarrassing Quinn when he's with his family on stage last night soooooo
You were estastic when you found out Quinn and his family would be at your concert tonight.
You brushed your hair for what felt like the hundredth time as you calmed your nerves.
Your manager later called you to get on stage, and you rushed there immediately. Your fans cheered as they saw you with your guitar.
"Hi everyone!" You waved to them all.
The crowd roared in excitement as they saw you and sang along to your many songs till the very last one. Little did they know that you had a little surprise.
You finished your last set, and when you didn't go off the stage like you normally would have, your fans grew in confusion but nonetheless enjoyed it.
"You didn't think the show was over, did you?" You chuckled teasingly. "I just have a little special song."
Your fans gasped as the Hughes looked at Quinn for an answer that never came.
"I wrote this song but I'm like never gonna release it." You chuckled. "Might give it to sabs- Sabrina or something. She'll certainly know what to do with it."
Your fans cheered at the slip-up not nonetheless you continued.
"I can't say much about this song, but... it is different from my other songs, different from older and five seconds flat." You explained. You and Quinn were quite private about your relationship, so you didn't want to go overboard on the speech. "I don't know how to describe it, but it made me feel things I didn't even know I would ever feel. This song is called Juno, like the movie Enjoy."
Your fans cheered to your speech as you strung notes on your guitar.
"Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing, oh yeah you just get it." You sang. "Whole package babe, I like the way you fit god bless your dad genetics."
Your mind flashes to you and Quinn in bed, cuddling next to each other in the night. The love you two shared never fading only growing stronger after that night.
"Will this change something between us?" You asked, looking up at him.
"What? No, never. We're still us, you know that." He reassured you.
"Still us." You confirmed in his hold.
Quinn looked at you in confusion. He knew your songwriting, it was a shock that this song was more upbeat and not lyrical there was a hint of fun behind it.
"I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows," You hummed. "I might let you make me Juno."
He knew this song was about him, but how? Unless... Oh... oh
You saw Quinn as he interacted with J.T.'s kids and how easy it was to do so. It made your heart swell.
Natalie came up behind you. "You want one, don't you?"
You put a hand on your heart, currently not expecting it. "What?"
"A kid," She clarifies.
Your face flushed as you realized you have been caught. "I mean sure one day but it's too early."
"Well it doesn't help to try now, talk to him." She encouraged.
"Believe me, we've been trying." You chuckled dryly, Natalie on the other hand laughed loud.
"What's so funny?" Quinn was in front of you two now, holding one of the kids at his hip and you couldn't help but wonder... what if that was your kid?
"Oh nothing, Y/N just telling me what an amazing cook you are." Natalie winks at you as she takes her leave with her kid in tow.
Quinn eyed her suspiciously. "Okay... what were you two really talking about?"
"Exactly what she said, how you're a great cook, an amazing one." You lied through your teeth.
Quinn knew you were lying, if anything you was a much better cook than he was but he decided to let it slide and hugged you from behind the rest of the time.
You continued on with the song, getting out of your comfort zone more and more with each line. "Adore me, hold me and explore me, mark your territory tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one."
Luke hums. "This song is definitely was not what I expected."
Jack exclaims. "I'm sorry, did they just say what I think they just said? They just said they're horny on stage."
"You don't have to repeat it." Quinn mutters, his face getting flushed as the song came to a close.
Ellen looked at her son lovingly. "Been together five years and you still get shy when you hear a song they wrote about you."
"Let's not tease him too much he still has yet to ask the question." Jim joked.
"Dad," Quinn groaned.
"You can borrow my ring sweetie, the replica that is." Ellen offers.
"No mom it's not that..." Quinn trailed off.
Jack being the first one to realize, gasped aloud, and shook Luke back and forth. "You already have a ring!"
"I'm going to wait for them backstage." Quinn began to walk away.
"At this rate, we're gonna have to propose for him." Luke mutters, Ellen hit him on the head as a response as they followed Quinn.
When the rest of the family got there, you was already in Quinn's arms looking at him lovingly. They decided to go into their own conversations, letting you two talk alone.
"Did you like the song at the end?" Your voice began timid, the more you grew vulnerable.
Quinn hums. "Yeah, it was nice. Didn't know you wanted a kid with me."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you about that." You look away from his gaze but he quickly gets it back.
"I want to have kids with you too Y/N. If I wanted anyone to make me a father it would be you." Quinn admits.
"You really that?" You said hopefully.
"Of course I do, but I would want to do something first before we get started." He says.
You grow confused. "And what would that be honey?"
"I would like to marry you." Quinn says without hesitation.
Your eyes widened in size as you took in his words. "You want to marry me?"
"I don't have the ring with me right now and I love you too much to say just one speech but I do know that I see myself spending the rest of my life with you, if you'll have me." Quinn looks at you hopefully.
"I'll always want you Quinn, I would be glad to marry you." You caressed his cheek, his eyes closing at your touch.
"I love you guys but please do not make me an uncle tonight." Jack says.
You both glared at Jack who quickly back off, he mutters a sorry and says he'll meet them in the car, Luke joining him.
Once they're gone, Quinn looks at his parents with a shy smile. "We're getting married."
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Lonely Christmas
Lando Norris x Fem!Reader
summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)
warnings: Cursing & âCheatingâ
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âhey babe, I have an idea.â I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.
âOh no, this doesnât sound goodâ Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips
âmm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.â I said with the biggest smile Iâve ever smiled in my life.
âand how do you suppose we do that, hmm?â Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.
Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul âI think we should stage a twitter breakup,â I searched his face for some type of answer
âWhat? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?â He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so iâm sitting on his lower torso.
âAbsolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,â i plead but Lando looks unsure âIâll tell you what to say and all !â
âfine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my faceâ Lando knows Iâm insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.
âoh! fine!!â I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. âso iâm gonna tweet something to indicate that weâre breaking up but not actually saying anythingâ
âand how are you gonna do that-â I quickly interrupt him
âmake me cryâ i say nonchalantly
âwhat?â Landoâs face reads 50 shades of Stunned âno, I promised you and your family that the one thing iâd NEVER do to you is make you cry.â
Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesnât take much for me to cry and since Lando doesnât want to make me cry, Iâll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.
Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption
"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."
I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud
"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.
"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing
"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."
"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"
"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"
"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"
"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."
"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.
"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.
"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."
"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"
"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."
"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"
"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments
slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN
georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!
leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???
>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done
Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though đđ
LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!
CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??
CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in
LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?
"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling
"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"
"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple
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Stuck forever by the... glue? | t.n x fem!reader
summary: you and theodore are quite literally âstuck togetherâ
warnings: a few innuendos
a/n: so iâve been MIA for a little while but i hope this 4k piece makes up for it đŹđŹđŹ
âjust make it to fridayâ
âjust make it to fridayâ
âjust make it to fridayâ
These were the five simple words that played in your mind since the beginning of the week.
Maybe it was because your mother had been sending you a letter every day, reinforcing the importance of your success in any exam you are to partake in, or because your professors had seemed to be putting extra pressure on you at the moment, or maybe⊠just maybe it was because you were simply tired, that every day seemed to be getting harder.
Your friends werenât much help, it wasnât their fault, they just couldnât understand the pressure you had been going through over the past few weeks. You had unintentionally pushed them away.
Friday morning at last.
You had a little while to kill before your first lesson of the day and had decided on sitting in the courtyard.
You were walking towards your usual seat behind the large oak tree when you noticed
a rather peculiar looking sketchbook in its place
You picked it up, and opened the first page, and there in the neatest writing was the words; Property Of Theodore Nott
Great.
You were just admiring the pattern on the front of the book when a hand on your wrist startled you.
Looking up, in all his glory was Theodore Nott.
You didnât have a chance to fully clock him, when he snatched the book from your hands.
âDid you open the book?â he asked, seeming to be catching his breath
âWhat?â
âi said did you open the book?â he urged, louder this time.
âNo⊠Nott i didnâtâ you answered
âright⊠well your blouse is undoneâ he nodded towards your chest.
You gasped slightly pulling your fingers towards the buttons, you felt around for a second until he started laughing âi liedâ
âwhy do you have to be such a dickâ you groaned noticing he tried to change the subject away from his sketchbook
âi guess i was born that wayâ he shrugged, with a slight grin on his face âwhy do you have to be such a prat?â
âi guess i was born that wayâ you huffed before walking away from him
Seeing as you had only a few minutes before your lesson, you had decided on going a bit earlier.
Professor Flitwick's classroom was already half-full, the usual chatter filling the air as students settled into their seats.
After what felt like an eternity, Flitwick clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, today we're going to practice some partner work. Pair up and choose the most interesting charm you can think of, the winning pair will be free from the assignment i am giving out laterâ
You groaned inwardly. Partner work meant having to socialize, something you didn't feel up to after the morning's events. You stayed seated, hoping someone would approach you. Instead, you felt a presence next to your desk. Looking up, you saw Theodore standing there,
"Iâll partner with youâ he said taking the seat next to you
You blinked in surprise. Maybe he was trying to sabotage you in revenge of the morningâŠ. but seeing some of the other options for partners, he didnât seem so bad
"fine"
The two of you moved to an empty corner of the classroom, while you grabbed a study guide to charms.
âWeâre not using thatâ theodore laughed
âwell unless youâre secretly a charms dictionary iâm not sure what you think we should useâ
He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick grey book, labelled âA masters guide to charmsâ
âSorry Nott i didnât know you were a masterâ you mocked him bowing your head down
âyeah yeah funnyâ he rolled his eyes opening the first page to its contents
âhow about this one?â you asked pointing to a picture of a beautiful ocean
âno way i donât really want to drown todayâ
you glared at his reply
âletâs do thisâ he hummed
âno way, iâm not turning everything edibleâ
âboringâ he sighed
âlets do thisâ âweâll do thisâ
you both said at the same time pointing to a photo of a man appearing to be stuck to a tree.
After agreeing on the spell and practising it without wands for a little while, You decided you should try it out.
âi have a pencil and a sharpener. Try on themâ you said pulling both out your pocket and placing them infront of him
Stepping back you watched theodore perform the spell.
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ânothing happened?â you sighed
âi think i can see that myselfâ he grabbed the pencil and placed it closer to the sharpener
âletâs do it at the same time. That way it might be strongerâ you suggested and picked your wand up.
âoneâ you looked at him to ensure he was doing it correctly
âtwoâ he watched your hands to ensure you had placed your wand at the right pointâ
âThree!â Just as you both cast your charm, a sudden jolt sent your wands askew. You glanced up in surprise to see Fred and George Weasley barreling past.
"Watch it!" Theodore snapped, but it was too late.
The spell went haywire. You felt a strange pull on your hand and looked down to see your fingers stuck to Theodore's. His eyes widened as he tried to pull away, but your hands were firmly glued together.
"Fred! George!" you called after the twins, who had stopped and were now doubled over with laughter. "What did you do?"
"Nothing, love, it seems we just gave your charm a little nudge," Fred grinned, winking at you.
"we are very familiar with this charm" George added, chuckling.
"So you can fix this?" Theodore demanded, his usual cool demeanor slipping into frustration.
"Afraid not, mate. You'll have to wait it out," Fred said, still laughing. "The charm wears off in a 24 hours."
âEven if we performed it at the same time?â you asked
This seemed to make the twins laugh even harder
âletâs say an estimate of 48 hours thenâ
As the twins walked away, still laughing, you turned to Theodore. "This is your fault," you accused, trying to free your hand but only managing to make the bond tighter.
"My fault? You're the one who suggested we practice that spell," he shot back, though there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
âYou said it too!â you argued
âOkay stop pulling! itâs my hand too!â he said
"Well, now what?" you sighed, looking at your joined hands.
âwe need to find Hermione"
Theodore sighed "why?"
âbecause she is literally smarter than youâ
Navigating the crowded corridors of Hogwarts with your hand stuck to Theodore's was an exercise in patience.
Students cast curious glances your way, and whispers followed you down the halls. You kept your head down, focusing on getting to the Gryffindor common room as quickly as possible.
As you entered the common room, heads turned, and the chatter died down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting by the fireplace, deep in conversation. They looked up simultaneously, eyes widening at the sight of you and Theodore hand-in-hand.
"What in Merlin's name?" Ron blurted out, almost dropping the chess piece he was holding.
Hermione stood up, her brows knitting in confusion. "Whatâs happening?"
You cleared your throat. "We had a bit of a mishap in Charms. Fred and George decided to 'assist' our spell, and now we're stuck like this."
Harry snorted, trying to hide his laughter. "Of course it was Fred and George."
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Hermione approached, examining your joined hands. "Hmm, let me see," she muttered, pulling out her wand and waving it gently over your hands. "It's a strong charm. They must have amplified it somehow."
"Can you fix it?" you asked, desperation creeping into your voice.
Hermione bit her lip. "It might take a bit of time. This isn't a simple charm to reverse, especially if they boosted its strength. Let's sit down, and I'll see what I can do."
You and Theodore awkwardly made your way to a nearby table, still joined at the hand. Hermione began leafing through her Charms textbook, occasionally glancing up at your hands.
"Are you sure it wasn't intentional?" Harry teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Shut up, Potter," Theodore shot back, but there was no real malice in his voice.
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face. "Can you please just help us, Hermione?"
"Alright, alright," she said, waving her hand to shush the boys. "I think I found something. It says here that a reversal spell should work, but it needs to be performed perfectly, or it could make things worse."
"Perfectly?" you echoed, feeling a pang of anxiety. "And if it goes wrong?"
"Well, we might end up with more than just your hands stuck together," Hermione admitted. "But don't worry, I've got this."
âOkay iâm ready⊠letâs do itâ you breathed in
âWait⊠i canât do it now, i need some time to practise it. As i said, it could go very wrong of not performed perfectlyâ
you groaned and fell backwards onto the sofa.
Theodore glanced at the clock on the wall, then at you, his expression shifting to one of mild panic. "I have to cut our despair short. I have Quidditch practice now."
You blinked at him, still processing the absurdity of the situation. "Okay, go then."
He raised your joined hands, giving you a pointed look.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst into laughter. Ron clutched his side, gasping for breath. "Good luck at practice, mate!"
Harry smirked. "Maybe you can use the bonding time to strategize."
Theodore rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah itâs all fun and jokes now potter, but we have a match against you tomorrow."
Hermione cleared her throat, trying to stifle her giggles. "Alright, you two. Iâll need some time to figure this out. Why donât you⊠well, make the best of it?"
You groaned again, feeling the weight of the situation. "Great. Just fantastic."
Theodore tugged gently at your joined hands, pulling you toward the door. "Come on, i donât have all day."
As you approached the Slytherin locker room, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Theodore seemed to sense your apprehension.
"I need to get changed," he said leading you into the locker room. The room was empty, the rest of the team already on the pitch.
You looked around, feeling incredibly awkward. "Um, how are we going to do this?"
Theodore glanced at his Quidditch uniform hanging on a nearby hook, then back at you. "We'll have to cut the sleeve of my uniform."
You stared at him, unsure if he was serious. "Cut the sleeve? Are you sure?"
He nodded, his expression resigned. "It's the only way. Unless you have a better idea?"
You shook your head, feeling a bit guilty. "No, I guess not. Do you have scissors?"
Theodore rummaged through his locker, producing a pair of small, sharp scissors. He handed them to you, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your hands.
"Alright, hold still," you instructed, carefully cutting through the fabric of his shirt sleeve. The sound of the scissors slicing through the material was oddly loud in the quiet locker room.
Theodore watched you, his expression unreadable, but you could feel his gaze burning into you. His breath hitched slightly as you drew closer to his skin, "You're surprisingly good at this," he said
You glanced up at him, surprised. "Really? I feel like I'm ruining your shirt."
He shrugged, "It's just a shirt. Besides, you can sew it back together later, right?"
You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I can do that. Don't worry, I'll fix it."
With the sleeve cut, Theodore carefully slid his arm out of the shirt, keeping your joined hands steady. He then reached for his Quidditch uniform
"Now for the hard part," he said, looking at the uniform's sleeve.
You repeated the process, cutting the sleeve of the uniform with as much precision as you could muster. The fabric was tougher, but you managed to make a clean cut. Theodore slipped into the uniform, and you couldn't help but admire how the green and silver suited him. His muscles flexed under the tight fabric, and for a moment, you found it hard to look away.
He smirked teasingly "stop checking me out."
You rolled your eyes, your face flushing. "youâre insufferable⊠iâm trying to make sure the sleeve fits right," you retorted.
The reality of your situation hit you again as you exited the locker room, your hands still firmly stuck together. Navigating the hallways and the field together was awkward, to say the least.
As you approached the Quidditch pitch, the rest of the Slytherin team was already in mid-practice, flying through the air, tossing Quaffles, and practicing their Beater drills.
The sight of you and Theodore hand-in-hand drew immediate attention.
Draco was the first to approach, a sly grin on his face. "whats happening here?" he laughed, "Nott, I didn't know you needed a babysitter for practice."
Theodore shot his friend a warning look. "Shut up, Draco."
Draco chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. âi thought you guys hated each other? when did you make it official?â he laughed louder this time
"You are the only one laughing" theodore said chuckling at him
âi feel sorry for youâ draco said towards you âanyway, letâs continue with practiseâ
You did your best to stay out of the way,
draco had allowed you and theo to simply sit in the stands while someone threw a bludger at him to try and hit.
he clearly didnât try hard enough as you got hit in your head twice.
A few of the players couldn't resist taking jabs at you and Theodore as they ran past.
"Hey, Nott, maybe she can be our good luck charm!" one of them called out, laughing.
"Or a distraction for the other team!" another added, snickering.
You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the comments.
âtheyâre all stupidâ theodore would say
Finally, one player took it too far.
"Hey, Nott, why don't you just sleep with her already? Maybe that'll break the spell!"
Theodore stopped dead in his tracks, his face flushing with anger. "That's enough!"
a few members of the team fell silent, taken aback by his outburst. The player who made the remark, Marcus Flint, sneered. "What's the matter, Nott? Can't take a joke?"
Theodore scoffed. "Shut up you tosser, yes, she is a girl, but she didnât ask to be surrounded by you idiots, so the least you can do is respect her"
You could feel the tension radiating off him, and it was clear that his patience had reached its limit. Flint opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, you stepped forward.
"Itâs okay," you said, "We didn't ask for this to happen, but we're dealing with it. So if you're done acting like children, maybe you can focus on your practise."
"Alright, enough," Draco said, his tone firm. "letâs end here today yeah, letâs just hope today was enough to get us our win tomorrowâ
As the Quidditch practice ended, the players dispersed, heading towards the locker room.
"I can't go in there," you said, tugging on Theodore's hand to stop him from entering. "I don't want to see anyone...you know, changing."
Theodore paused "Fine, we'll wait out here until they're done."
You both sat on the bench outside the locker room, Silence hung heavily between you, neither of you wanting to break it. Finally, Theodore spoke.
âyou should of punched flint, no one wouldâve of said anythingâ
âwell, iâm not one to start fights, that would make me recklessâ you sighed
Theodoreâs smirk widened. âwell you did suggest we do this spellâ he lifted up your hands âtogether, thatâs pretty reckless.â
âOh, please,â you retorted, turning to face him. âLike you didnât push for it too. That âIâm a master of charmsâ act? Such a joke.â
Theodoreâs eyes narrowed, and he leaned in slightly. âwell youâre always whining about how hard life is. If youâre so tired, maybe you shouldâve stayed in bed instead of trying to impress everyone.â
âImpress everyone?â you shot back, your faces inches apart. âNice try, but your house is all about being superior, right?â
âWell, if weâre talking about superiority,â Theodore said, his breath warm against your face, âmaybe you should look at your own house, the loudest bunch of show-offs.â
âLoud?â you challenged, your fingers brushing against his arm. âAt least weâre not sneaky and backstabbing. Iâd rather be loud than be a two-faced snake.â
Theodoreâs eyes flashed. âBetter sneaky than a blabbering idiot. At least I donât go around pretending to be perfect.â
âPerfect?â you scoffed, leaning in so close that your lips nearly brushed his. âYou think youâre so high and mighty. Well, youâre not.â
âYeah?â Theodoreâs voice dropped to a low murmur as he leaned even closer. âMaybe Iâm just tired of you acting like youâve got it all together.â
âYou mean like youâre tired of being a pompous jerk?â you spat, âIâm tired of your attitude.â
Your faces were so close now. Just as it seemed like something might actually happen, Theodore suddenly pulled back.
âHonestly, canât we just have one conversation without it turning into a drama?â Theodore said, crossing his arms and turning slightly away from you.
âOh, so now youâre the expert on handling disagreements?â you retorted,
âWell, youâre not exactly making it easy to like you,â Theodore snapped, turning towards you for the tenth time. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre a completeââ you began, but your words were cut off as Theodoreâs lips almost touched yours again.
you both sat back
âLetâs just get this charm sorted and go our separate ways.â
You nodded, your jaw clenched.
âyour blouse is openâ he said staring at the pitch
âyeah nice tryâ
âiâm not jokingâ he urged
you discreetly looked down to see that your two buttons were, in fact undone.
you slowly dragged your hand towards your top, pulling theodoreâs hand with it.
Your fingers failed to do the button with his hand in the way.
âNott, please flatten your handâ you said lowly
he cleared his throat âif i flatten it⊠it would be on your chestâ
you breathed out and closed your eyes slowly, before flattening his hand yourself.
Theodore shifted, his hand still pressed awkwardly against your chest. His eyes met yours, and for a brief, unsettling moment, the anger seemed to dissolve into something else.
âYouâre such a...â Theodore started
âDonât start,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
âYou make me feel... things I donât want to deal with.â
After visiting Hermione, who delivered the disappointing news that you and Theodore might be stuck like this for another day, the reality of the situation set in. The idea of spending an entire night with your hands stuck to Theodore's was less than appealing.
After agreeing on it, you both reluctantly made your way to the Astronomy tower. The tension was high, and you could feel every small touch between youâwhether it was Theodore adjusting his position or the slight bump of your hands against each other.
âI guess we should figure out where weâre going to sleep,â Theodore said
âRight,â you replied, trying to sound collected despite the discomfort. âDo you have any suggestions?â
Theodore shrugged, glancing around the tower as if searching for an escape route. âWe could just sit here until morning?â
You sighed, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up with you. âFine. Just... letâs try to make this as bearable as possible.â
You both found a quiet corner of the tower and made yourselves as comfortable as you could, given the circumstances.
âSo,â Theodore began after a moment of silence, âsince weâre stuck together, we might as well talk.â
âTalk?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âWhat could we possibly have to talk about?â
âPlenty,â Theodore said with a shrug. âWeâve been arguing nonstop. Maybe itâs time we actually had a proper conversation.â
You considered this for a moment. âAlright, fine. What do you want to talk about?â
âLetâs start with why you always act like the world is out to get you,â Theodore said, leaning back against the wall.
You stared at him, taken aback by the question. âWhat makes you think I act that way?â
âYou always seem so stressed and ready to snap,â Theodore explained. âItâs like youâve got this cloud hanging over you.â
âmaybe i doâ
A brief silence followed, during which you both seemed to be lost in thought.
âSo,â Theodore said, breaking the silence, âwhat annoys you the most about meâ
You laughed slightly. âYour carelessness.â
Theodore chuckled softly. âi care about a lot of things actuallyâ
âyeah? like whatâ
he stared at you in a comfortable silence, leaving that question unanswered
You smiled faintly
As the evening wore on, you both found it increasingly difficult to ignore the closeness of your situation. The moonlight made even the smallest touches feel more significant.
Eventually, you both fell asleep, leaning against each other for support.
You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. âOh, this is just perfect,â you groaned, pushing yourself up and realizing just how tangled up you were. âWe need to get to our dormitories and change. Itâs almost time for the Quidditch match.â
You glanced around the tower, feeling the urgency of the situation. Theodore sat up, still a bit dazed, and ran a hand through his messy hair. âThen we need to find hermioneâ
You both maneuvered to stand up, your hands still firmly attached. It was a delicate balance, trying not to trip over each other as you made your way out of the Astronomy Tower.
The corridors of Hogwarts were quieter at this hour, but you still drew curious glances from early-rising students who whispered and pointed as you and Theodore hurried by.
Once you got to your dorm you instructed theo to turn around while you changed.
after you had gotten ready you both sprinted to the locker room and sighed in relief at hermione waiting there you.
You both lifted your hands infront of her ready to be freed
âi canât perform the spellâ
âwhat?â
âitâs too dangerous, i even consulted with mcgonagall, she said that we will just have to wait it outâ
You sighed, feeling frustration âItâs okay, Hermione. Thank you for trying.â
Hermione gave you both a sympathetic smile. âIâll head to the stands and watch the match. Good luckâ
As Hermione walked away, you turned to Theodore, âIâm really sorry about this, Theo. I know how much this match means to you.â
He looked at you, his eyes softening. âItâs okay. Weâll have to try and manage.â
The tension between you seemed to dissolve slightly as you both stood there
The Quidditch match was about to start, and with the stands starting to fill up, you found yourselves standing closer than you had all day. The space between you seemed to shrink and In a moment of impulsive decision, Theodore leaned in, and before either of you could second-guess, your lips met his.
When the kiss ended, you pulled back slightly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. You noticed, with a jolt, that Theodoreâs hands were now resting comfortably on your waist. The realization hit you, and you looked at him in surprise. âTheo⊠your hands are on my waist.â
Theodore blinked, confusion crossing his face, before it dawned on him. âWaitââ he started, looking at your hands which were now free.
You both stared at each other, âI guess we really did have to kiss to break the spell,â you joked with a light laugh.
Theodore chuckled and a genuine smile lit up his face. âI suppose so.â
âWell,â Theodore said, âIâd better get changed before the match starts. Iâm sure the teamâs been waiting for me.â
âyeahâ you said, smiling slightly. âgood luck.â
he quickly leaned forward to kiss you one last time before fake saluting you with a smile on his face and turning towards the locker room.
âwait theodoreâ
he turned around
âyour buttons undoneâ you pointed to his trousers
#harry potter#hogwarts#fanfic#x reader#slytherin#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#theo nott#theodore nott x you#blaise zabini#hermione granger#draco malfoy#pansy parkinson#fluff
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Welcome to the Dollhouse
Summary: Y/n is down on their luck making financial ends meet. When a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity forces them into a bargain that can't refuse. Now, they find themselves at a party searching for a partner but the person they get is someone they'd never expect.
Notes: Male Reader, Dubious Contracts, Financial Struggles, Idol Jay, Enhypen exists, Fake names, Kissing
Wordcount: 6.9k
Itâs funny to think about how much money can buy. Many people say it canât buy happiness, love, or fulfillment. But when push comes to shove. Money makes the world go roundâŠ
Being in college was all you wanted. A chance to get an education that was enough to get you away from the boring life that awaited you if you decided to miss out. Moving to a big city, far away from your parents wasnât even the hard part. It was paying for college⊠You managed to land a decent scholarship, as long as you did your school work and did some volunteering to make the school look good then youâd be safe to coast through without any worries. Or that was the case. In your second semester of freshman year, one picture put you dead in the water.
It was your first party. No parents to worry about what time youâd be back. Friends watch you in case things get too crazy. And a cute guy who invited you. A frat boy.By the end of the night, videos of you drinking online circulated. And being a year under the drinking age wasnât a good look either. The school tore away your scholarship, you were lucky they didnât expel you. You didnât have the heart to tell your parents what happened, so you had to find a way to pay for school alone. You looked for private loans, but most wouldnât accept you without a guarantor, someone to pay them back if you couldnât. And working odd jobs wouldnât earn you enough money before the next semester. Thatâs where The Dollhouse entered the picture.Â
This was the sixth bank youâd visited. You were desperate. Waiting for the subway, you were approached by a man in a long black coat. He was older than you, but not by much, his early thirties max. He wore a black shirt and pants, with black hair to match. He was almost like a shadow⊠if shadows were handsome men. âExcuse me, you dropped this!â He exclaimed as he rushed over to you. He had your phone in his hand, ready to offer it to you.
You mustâve dropped it at the bank. âThank you so much! Iâd be dead without this.â
âYou should be more careful! You never know what kind of people youâll meet. Stranger Danger and all that.â
You giggled. He sounded like your Dad saying that. âArenât you a stranger?â
He tilted his head to the side, pondering your point. âI suppose so. You can call me Seo-jun.â
âIâm y/n. Sorry for making you chase me here, and thanks again for bringing me my phone.â
He shook his head. âItâs no problem. I have to go this way for work anyway.â
âWhat kind of job do you have?â
âIâm sorta like a manager. I help connect people looking for work with clients looking for workers.â Seo-jun smiled wryly. âBut right now, business is down. Some workers quit recently, and our clients want more new faces.â
You felt a pang in your stomach. Youâd been cutting out meals to save money and your job was still only paying minimum wage. Considering you had a bit of free time, you took a chance. âI could lend a hand. I could use the money, and you did help me. Itâs only fair that I return the favor.â
Seo-junâs smile faded a bit. âUm⊠Youâre a nice kid. But I donât think our work is good for you.â
Originally you were offering just to be nice, but now your interest was piqued. âW-Why not?âÂ
âDonât be like that. You look like a hard worker, but itâs not ordinary work. The paychecks are nice, but Iâd hate to see such a good kid like you work there.â
âHow well does it pay?â
âThatâs beside the pointââ
âHow much does it pay!?â You demanded.
âDepending on your client. After fees from management, Iâve seen some workers make over $4,000 in less than a week of work.â Seo-jun sighed.
4k in a week could set you up for the entire semester before the end of the summer, and then some! âTake me to work with you! Please!â Seo-jun tried not to look you in the eye, but you gripped his arm and refused to let go. âThen youâll have to walk with me there. Iâll just talk to your boss.â
âWoah, woah. Iâll take you there, just donât make a scene. People are staring,â He whispered, trying to peel you off him.
Thankfully it wasnât too far of a train ride. You spent it wondering what kind of work theyâd had you do. You werenât well-dressed, having sold off most of your nice clothing. Maybe if there were uniforms, then your clothes wouldnât be much of a problem. Seo-jun was silent for most of the ride, texting someone. His face was dark, which made his face stand out more. He wasnât just pretty, he was extremely handsome. His black hair settled on his forehead and dipped slightly past his eyebrow making him even more attractive. The type of look no one could get enough of. And a few of the girls on the train agreed with you, from how they stared.
Seo-jun guided you off the train after another five stops. You walked a few blocks, turned a corner, and approached a black building wedged between two pale ones. Before knocking, Seo-jun looked at you. âAre you sure?â
You nodded. âI think I can handle it.â You were a bit nervous. There werenât many people on this street, and the building was tall and imposing in the quiet neighborhood.
Seo-jun knocked on the door. It cracked open, and a big man with tattoos peeked through the crack. Once he registered who was at the door, it closed again before opening completely. Seo-jun said nothing as he entered the building, and you closely followed behind him. The large man shut the door behind you. Now you saw him completely, he looked more like an NFL player. He could easily throw you around if he wanted to. Seo-jun didnât pay the man any mind, walking forward as he passed several doors. Each had a sign on it. Most said open and a few said occupied. The doors were closed and looked pretty heavy. It was so quiet, you could only hear the sounds of your footsteps on the tile. Seo-Jun led you to an office at the end of the hallway, putting in a key from his pocket and unlocking it. He sat down behind the desk, which was covered with papers.Â
âCome in and take a seat, y/n.âÂ
You sat down in the chair in front of the desk. The room had a red velvet wall, and pictures of models. Or at least, they seemed like models. All of them were men in their early twenties, each was different but handsome. You even saw one that looked like Seo-Jun.
âIs that you?â You pointed at the photo.
Seo-Jun didnât look. âNot anymore. That was a long time ago.â You raised an eyebrow. He looked almost the same in the photo as in front of you. But maybe it wasnât the best time to push him to spill more.Â
âWhy are you looking for money?â Seo-Jun questioned.
âCollege. Itâs expensive, ya know?â
He scoffed. âYeah. I know. Donât you have parents, or any other family who can help?â
You shook your head. âThatâs not an option.â Thinking about your family left a bitter taste in your mouth. Theyâd be so disappointed if they knew how bad things had gotten.
He pursed his lips like he understood the feeling. âHow much money do you need?â
âIdeally, enough for school.â
âGive me a number.â
âItâs about $10k a semester. More if I live on campus.â
âOkay, and when schoolâs not in session, do you have a place to live? Around here, specifically.â You shook your head. You caught yourself about to talk about your family home, but maybe it was best not to⊠Seo-Jun typed a few things on a calculator on his phone, opened a laptop, and waited for it to start. âOkay. If you start working with us, it's like this. Weâll give you the money and other necessities you need, and you have to work off that amount.â
âYouâll give me the money?â
âIâll have you log into your student account, and Iâll pay your semester in advance now. But thatâs only if you accept our offer.â
âOf course!â
Seo-Jun sighed. âPlease hear me completely before you decide.â He straightened his back as he pulled the laptop closer to him. He typed a few things before turning the computer around, and showing you the screen. It was a camera feed. âThis is what we do.â
You watched closely. It looked like a guy your age was in a room with another person. They were talking. You were about to look away, shrugging it off before you saw the boy kneel on the ground. He was doing something to the older manâs pants. You leaned in to see, but the camera wasnât clear enough.
âWhat is this?â
âThis is the job. Be a partner for your clients, whatever that means for them. Then theyâll pay you for the service.â Seo-Junâs jaw went slack. âLike I said, this isnât an ordinary job. But if you take it, weâll take care of you. Youâll have a home and meals, and weâll keep our end of the bargain and pay for school.â
You sat back in your chair as the reality of the offer landed on you. Being hired, partner⊠A fancy way to say, prostitute. Was this really the only way?
âI know that you donât want to pressure your family with your financial situation. And Iâll be honest, we didnât bump into each other by mistake.â Seo-Jun pulled your phone out of his pocket.
You didnât even realize youâd dropped itâŠ
âYou didnât drop it. I stole it. I needed an excuse to talk to you, and for you to trust me. I know youâve been looking for loans, but canât get any.â Seo-Jun leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. âWe need workers, and you need our help. Or⊠does your sweet mother wanna hear about your scholarship?â
A cold sweat ran down your neck. Youâd walked right into a cage and didnât even realize it. âWhat scholarship?â You gulped.
âThe one you lost. Itâs a shame. How one mistake can ruin everything for you, isnât it?â Seo-Jun put a video on the laptop, the same one that ruined your chances of living a normal college life. âWe can make it so the video never sees the light of day again, as a bonus for signing with us. You wonât have to worry about mommy seeing it, or knowing how you lost your scholarship. Youâll have school paid for, and have time to study. All you need to do is be a worker.â Seo-Jun pulled a piece of paper from a stack on his desk, a pre-printed contract, with your name at the top. âYou can read through it if youâd like. Everything I promised is in there.â
Seo-Jun placed the paper on the desk, sliding it toward you, with a pen on top.
âHow can you do this to people?â You mumbled.
âItâs never easy. I did try to give you a warning, but you insisted.â
âThat was before I knew this!â You wanted to throw the paper at him and storm out, but your legs were glued to the seat. This was a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
âIâll also mention. Any extra âgiftsâ you get from your clients will be yours to keep. Frequently, we get high-profile clients who love to have specific partners they visit. And they bring them gifts every time they visit; from clothes and jewelry to cars and even buildings.â Seo-Jun stood from his seat, walking around the desk to lean on it close to you. âItâs a good deal. Fair and transparent. If youâre lucky, youâll be out fast. And your identity is completely concealed within our walls. No one will ever know you worked here unless we want them to know.â He picked up your hand and the pen, placing them together. âSo, whatâs the call?â
Your jaw was so tight, you struggled to speak, âC-Can I sleep on this?âÂ
âNo. Once you walk out the door, the offerâs gone.â He said flatly.
The pressure was too much. You couldnât think of anything. There was no real way out, and this was too good of an offer to pass. Even if you refused, how could you afford the new semester? You sighed heavily before moving the pen to the paper, slowly signing your name. The red ink flowed on the paper, drying into a deep crimson like you were using your blood to sign.
âExcellent. As of today, youâre a part of the Dollhouse.â Seo-Jun snatched the paper off the desk, folding it and tucking it into his back pocket. âHereâs this back,â He handed your phone back to you. âOne more thing, if you violate our contract or try to run. Weâll drag your ass back here faster than you can blink. If not then your parents will have to pay off the loan.â
Your head hung. Guilt sat on your shoulder as you leaned back in the chair. This was your fate nowâŠ
Seo-Jun handed you a card. âYouâll go back to your dorm. When you do, call this number and answer whatever questions they ask. Weâll have to come by in about a week for measurements.â
âWhat measurements?â
âWe need your body measurements to advertise you. And weâll have to dress you, give you a nice haircut, and dress you up. Which, the Dollhouse will pay for. This will add to your debt, naturally.â
âI-I donât want it then!â
âIf you donât look nice, no one will ask for you. If not, then you wonât make any money. If you make us no money, youâll be stuck in our arrangement for a while.â Seo-Jun frowned. âI donât enjoy this, so letâs make this as easy as possible. Thereâs an event next week where new clients can meet our workers clandestinely. Itâs like a mixer, speed-dating. Thatâs your best way to get a high-roller on your account to support you.â
You rolled your eyes. âThis is so stupid. Why would anyone pick me anyway?â
Seo-Jun glared at you. âDo not talk about yourself like that. If you start looking down on yourself, clients can tell you donât value yourself. If you can value yourself, how can you value them?â
Seo-Jun sent you back on your way, giving you directions back home. The ride back home felt like hours. All you could do was try not to cry. You tried so hard to come to the city to be someone different than how you couldâve been back home, but it wasnât supposed to be like this. You got back to your dorm. It was dark and quiet, just like that building. You were lucky enough not to have any roommates. No one to hear you cry yourself to sleepâŠ
In the morning, you woke up as your phone rang. You rolled over, ignoring the call. But it rang, again and again. After the fourth phone call in a row, you looked at it. It was an unknown number.
You answered cautiously. âH-Hello?â
âY/n? Have you lost your mind?â Seo-Jun said, with disappointment in his tone.
âHow did you get this number?â
âI stole your phone. I knew I had to get your number too. Just in case you ran off.â He sighed. âI thought you did for a moment. That wouldâve been a lot of trouble for the both of us⊠Why didnât you call me when you got home?â
Youâd completely forgotten about calling the number on the card. âSorry. It slipped my mind.â
âLetâs get rid of that habit. Being forgetful isnât cute. Some clients will call you at different times of the day and donât take kindly to being ignored. Youâve got a job thatâs busier than full-time. Itâs 24/7.â
âWell, what do you want, Seo-Jun?â
âWhen weâre talking business, please call me Mr. Seo-Jun.â
You groaned but knew he wasnât joking. âWhat do you want, Mr. Seo-Jun?â
âI need you to tell me your school login. I want to see your schedule for classes and pay your bill.â You told him without any fuss. You were too tired to give a damn anymore. âThereâs a good boy. Now, you can go back to the rest of your week. Iâll keep in touch.â
Seo-Jun hung up before you could answer him. It was Wednesday, meaning your classes started later in the day. You took your time showering and picking out clothes. It was thirty minutes before class when you went to the bus stop. Like clockwork, your friend, Eun, waited for you to arrive.
Eun was a friend you made during the first semester of college. He was 5â9â and goofy, often laughing at his jokes like a comedy club. He probably heard a laugh track in his head when he told jokes. He usually dressed in bright-colored shirts, denim jeans, and a big smile. He was also there for you when youâd gone through the frat party fiasco. Most of your âfriendsâ had ditched you, throwing you under the bus for drinking to save their necks. But Eun was the only one who stayed by your side.
Eun waved at you as you walked toward him. âGood morning!â
âMorning, Eun.â
He studied your face for a moment. âYeesh, what happened? You look like you had a rough sleep.â
âThanks, buddy. You always know just what to sayâŠâ You sighed as you looked up at the sky.
âI wasnât trying to be funny. Seriously dude, are you okay?â
You nodded. âIâm fine.â
âIf youâre sure⊠then, youâll wanna hear about how Enhypen are coming to the area to perform.â
Your eyes bulged. âEnhypenâs coming here!? No fucking way, when!?â
âThe news dropped this morning. Theyâre holding a small concert on campus around next week!âÂ
Your stomach churned. Next week!? Thatâs when the mixer was supposed to be. Maybe you could ask Seo-Jun for a day off to attend the concertâŠ
Eun saw your smile drop. âHey, dude, seriously. Whatâs going on? Normally youâre super excited about this kind of stuff.â
âI am. Iâve got some stuff happening next week, so I hope they donât overlap.â You prayed that it would be some swift joke that would pass you byâŠ
The next few days passed, and you kept a close eye on your phone. Not a single call or text from your new boss. Or would your owner be the right word? You checked your school login a few days ago, and your school bill for the next semester was already paid in advance. It was good to know Seo-Jun was a man of his word. But it also meant that everything else heâd said would pass too. It wasnât until Monday that you got some news.Â
The Enhypen concert was on a Friday. Which made sense, students would stay on campus all the time. So why not have a concert that night? However, your morning was disturbed by a call. You answered it immediately.
âHello?â
âGood job answering the first time. Youâre learning.â You could hear the smirk on his face.
âLetâs get to the part where you tell me what you want.â
âTo the point it is. The date of the mixer is set to be this Friday night, itâll be pretty late so get your homework done in time.â
You rolled your eyes. âLike you care about my schoolwork.â
âOf course I do. Iâm the one paying for it.â
âWhat time exactly is the mixer?â
âWhy?â Seo-Jun questioned.
âWell, thereâs a concert happening on campus and I wanted to goââ
Seo-Jun sucked his teeth. âNo. Youâre expected to be here before sunset so we can get you ready. Tardiness will only put the whole team behind schedule, and some clientâs time is precious.â
âButââ
âBe here. Friday. After class. Bye.â Seo-Jun hung up without another word.
You huffed a heavy sigh as you texted Eun that you wouldnât attend the concert. Naturally, he was concerned about why and questioned you, but you lied about having a family matter to attend to. He promised to take videos for you at least. It left you feeling like a dog on a leash. Any time Seo-Jun pulled on it, you had no choice but to follow his orders. In the days before the mixer, he asked you more questions about the style of clothes youâd enjoy, strengths, weaknesses, talents, quirks, birthmarks, anything you hated, and even your allergies.
On Friday, after your last class. There was a black SUV waiting outside your dorm. Walking past the suspicious car, the window rolled down. âJust going to ignore me?â Seo-Junâs voice whistled out. You turned to see him sitting in the back seat. âGet in. Time for fitting.â
âI just got home. Donât I get to change or something?â
âDoes it matter? Youâd just be changing just to change again. Youâll have time to relax while waiting for the mixer to start.â You got in the car, tossing your backpack in. The car was nice. You didnât recognize the driver.Â
Seo-Jun handed you a folder. âDoes everything in here look right?â
You opened it. It was almost like a resume, all about you. From an approximate height and weight to even an ethnicity check. âHow did you guess my ethnicity? I didnât tell you that.â
He shrugged. âThe internet is a scary place. If youâve put it somewhere online before, it's on the dark web.â They closed the folder and tucked it into a briefcase. âSo, let me explain the mixer a bit. Generally, it's an event for our workers to meet new clients. But also for some of our clients to show off to their rich buddies and convince them to invest in our services. Be presentable, flexible, and obedient to earn attention.â Out of the briefcase, Seo-Jun produced pictures of young men pandering to their clients. âNow, we never call our clients âclientsâ to their face. Theyâre our partners. And youâll need a persona. Something thatâs already similar to who you are so you donât need to act too much. Some like them feisty, others like our boys a little more submissive.â
âHow do I come up with one?â
âDonât, just be you and they will. Once youâve got one, then stick to it. The savior types might be your best bet, so maybe youâll get them with a sort of damsel persona.â
âSavior types?â
âThe ones who get off on the fact theyâre helping you. Like theyâre the only ones who ever could, so you need them to save you.â
There was so much nuance to this⊠It made your head hurt just thinking about it.Â
Seo-Jun studied your expression. âItâs your first one, so donât worry about standing out. Youâll be standing with the newbies, like a puppy in an adoption bin. All the newbies are workers without a regular client, so theyâre a bit cutthroat when someone gets close.â
âAnything else?â You sighed as you scrolled through your phone.
Seo-Jun leaned forward and snatched it, putting it inside his briefcase.âAlso, you can't use phones. Youâll be engaged the whole time, so we canât risk distractions. And we canât let you take any photos of anyone.âÂ
You grumbled as you looked out of the heavily tinted windows. The rest of the car ride was silent, even the car didnât make much noise. After the car ride, you were escorted into the Dollhouse. Upstairs were the living quarters for all the âDollsâ as Seo-Jun called them. You were now one of the Dolls of his house. Each doll was awarded their room. Some got to move out if their clients bought them a place to stay, but they werenât allowed to leave the city without permission. And, each doll had a name. Something theyâd go by. Your new name, Minsu, means Elegant and Beautiful according to Seo-Jun.Â
âOkay. From now on, anytime youâre in the dollhouse or with a client, youâll be called Minsu. Clients can pay to change their name. But it's how we can identify you without exposing your identity.â Seo-Jun elaborated, âWeâve had issues in the past of clients who get too attached to their dolls and tried to approach someoneâs family to ask permission to marry their song. Which, of course, we dealt with before disaster struck.â
Minsu⊠Youâre new name. Nothing was yours anymore. Your body, time, and now name wasnât even yours.
âLetâs practice.â Seo-Jun cleared his throat. âMinsu, how are you?â
You hesitated for a moment before speaking. âIâm fine⊠Mr. Seo-Jun.â
âGood job. You even remembered Mr.â He smiled. Seo-Jun put your backpack in your room. It was a simple room, with a bed, desk, and wardrobe. It was bare. âYou can decorate it with what you want, it's all yours. But if your client gives you a gift, Iâd recommend making a space for it. They notice this kind of stuff.â
You looked around the room. The floor was hardwood, cold, and slightly creaky. You werenât given much time to settle before Seo-Jun took you to the next floor. âThis is the dressing room. We dress the dolls here in outfits when they have to attend events. We also have makeup available, if you donât know how to use it we can teach you. You are expected to wear makeup, shave, and keep your body healthy while in our care.â There were two older women there. It was the first time youâd seen women in the dollhouse so far.
âThis is Jill and Mary. Theyâre the main doll caretakers and your beauticians. They make you beautiful on the inside and out for our clients. They also help with cooking and cleaning, so please treat them kindly.â
You nodded to them shyly.
Mary cracked a smile. Her caramel brown skin had glitter around her eyes, and her smile was so white even the crayon wouldnât be able to keep up. Her clothes were simple but chic like she was about to walk a runway. Jill was white, her most notable feature was her colorful hair. Her tattoos, where they could be seen, were amazingly detailed. She had a snake slithering up her throat, ready to bite her chin.
Seo-Jun cleared his throat. âIntroduce yourself.â
âO-Oh! Iâm y/n.â
Seo-Jun chuckled. âNot that name, remember?â
âI have to use my fake name with other workers too?â
Seo-Jun frowned. âItâs not fake. Itâs your name. Itâs just a second one to the one youâre born with. And yes, anonymity is our friend here. So use the name that you were given, please.â
You turned to the women, who were smiling expectantly. âHi⊠Iâm Minsu. I guess.â
Mary spoke first, âYouâll get used to it. Itâs a transitory period right now so just take it slow.â Jill nodded in agreement. âNow, youâre here for fitting, right?â You could tell Mary had a slight English accent, but she was suppressing it.
âIâll leave it to you. Minsuâs a very good boy, he wonât cause any trouble,â Seo-Jun said as he left you with the two women. Mary and Jill were thorough, each taking a side of your body and measuring you. The length of your arms, legs, waist size, and even your bust.Â
âSo, this will be your first mixer, no?â Mary asked.
You nodded.
âAre we looking for something more cute or sexy with the concept here, Mary?â Jill asked.
âLetâs ask him.âÂ
Mary looked at you, waiting for you to answer. âUm⊠I guess cute?â
Jill booed at you. âYouâve got a sexy frame already. We can crop a top, get you loose-fitting shorts, and give you something cozy yet sexy.â
âJill, letâs respect him here. Minsu doesnât want that. Plus, heâd look way better in leather and sheer. I already know what youâre thinking. That just wonât work.â
Jill and Mary started holding up pieces over you, arguing about what to give you. Slowly they moved away from the cute vibe youâd asked for⊠By the end, you had a sheer shirt, black leather pants, with a leather belt around your waist, not your pants, and a gray denim jacket. You were given some silver accessories, rings, and necklaces to try on.Â
Youâd never worn anything so⊠revealing. Without your jacket or the design on the front of the shirt, youâd be shirtless. The black sheet was see-through; you could see your stomach in the mirror, and your belt only pulled attention to it. The belt was odd. It was above your pants, so make your waist smaller, so the loops used for belts were altered to move up for the belt to slide through and keep your pants up.
âMinsu, you look great!â Jill exclaimed.Â
Mary nodded in agreement. âJill was right, your body suits a sexier concept anyway. Just keep the jacket on if youâre feeling modest. But if you want to get attention, take it off halfway through the party. Pretend it's warm or something!â
The pair squealed like young girls, rambling about ways to appeal to potential clients. But you were just tired and hungry. âSo, when can I eat?â
âOh, you havenât eaten?â Jill frowned.
âWeâll get you something light. We donât want to bloat you too much, since you have the belt on. Thereâs food at the mixer but remember not to stuff your face.â Mary said as she stepped away.
âWhy not?â
âWell, what if a client wants to take you home? Youâll want your body to look its best if you have to perform.â Jill squealed. You hadnât thought of that. What if someone does show an interest in you? And they want something physical from you⊠Would you be able to go through with it?
Mary returned with a sliced apple. âThis should hold you over for now. The mixer will be soon. We still have to do your hair and makeup. So sit, Itâs alright if you doze off, weâll take good care of you.â You listened, sitting in a studio chair as they started working, one on your hair and the other on your makeup. Like magic, you passed out almost immediately in the chair. When you opened your eyes, theyâd just finished their last touches.
âWelcome back, Sleeping Beauty. You look amazing!â You looked into the mirror in front of you. Your eyebrows had been brushed. Your shawling and nose had never been more prominent. And your hair had a shine that you could only really get from a hair salon.
âThank you⊠This is great.â You mumbled as you looked over yourself.
The pair smiled triumphantly. âIt's all a part of the job! So go knock them out! Seo-Jun will be here any minute to take you to the mixer.âÂ
They started cleaning as you left the room, going back to your room. There was a mirror on your desk. You used it to study yourself more. Their work was impeccable, with model-quality makeup in such a short time. The alone time youâd found was spoiled quickly with a knock at the door. You answered it to see Seo-Jun waiting.
âLetâs go. Leave your backpack, you can get it later.â
You put the mirror back on your desk and followed Seo-Jun out the door. The venue for the mixer was toward the downtown area in a hotel, one of the large classy ballrooms. There were waitstaff walking with finger food. Many young men, all fashionably dressed, stood around talking to each other. It was intimidating seeing some of them. They could easily be actors and models on the front of magazines⊠Then there was you, the college kid who wasnât in the same league as them.
Seo-Jun led you to an empty table. âOkay, youâll sit here. If anyone comes to you, talk to them respectfully but in a friendly manner. Youâre the only doll from our house, all these other ones wonât know you. Remember, Minsu, nothing about your personal life. Or theirs. Keep everything hidden, and tell only what you need to.â
You nodded nervously. âWhat are you going to do?â
âIâm going to try and point you out to a few people.â Seo-Jun turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm. He was all youâd known for the last week. And now he was leaving you alone at a table at this huge party. âIf you want to be a baby, do that to clients. But with me donât be a baby, Iâll be watching the whole time. Nothing will happen to you.â He pulled his hand away and walked off, talking to a few men in suits.
The mixer began shortly after. Men started slowly filling the room, all dressed in formal clothes, from suits or high-end outfits. Not one paid you any mind. You were relieved that no one was interested in you. You occasionally looked around the room, searching for Seo-Jun with little luck. The first hour was a panic fest, silently hoping no one would sit at your table and talk to you. In the second hour, some clients found who they liked talking to and stuck to certain areas. Some dolls had almost seven men around them at any time. In the third hour, some dolls left with their partners.Â
Thankfully, not one person seemed interested in you. Youâd been sitting so long that your legs started to fall asleep. Youâd tried your best to eat any time the servers walked past you with a plate, but the buffet at the other end of the room was almost calling you. Cautiously, looking over your shoulders, you stood and made your way over. Walking like you knew what to do, or like you belonged. The table was full of interesting foods youâd never tried. Mostly seafood and assorted fruits. You took a plate and started stacking it with whatever seemed the yummiest, which was one of everything!
It wasnât until you reached the end that you realized how much youâd grabbed. It wouldnât all fit on your plate. If you tried walking back to your seat, youâd drop something⊠You turned, slowly toward your table when you bumped into someone, keeping the damage under control. You donât drop your food!Â
The person in front of you let out a heavy sigh. You looked forward, a huge spot on their shirt from where youâd bumped into them.
âHoly shit, Iâm so sorry!â You exclaimed.
He shook his head. âItâs alright, you didnât mean to.â
You put your plate down on a nearby table. You slid the sleeve of your jacket down, making it slide off your shoulder, as you rubbed the spot. It didnât look like it was going to clean neatly. âIâm really sorry. I can take it and get it washed?â You suggested as you looked at the manâs face.
You realized he was extremely familiarâlike celebrity familiar. He had a middle part with long dark hair that draped his eyes. His jawline was sharp, and his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.Â
âDo I know you?â You asked.
âUh, no. We donât know each other.â The man assured.
The spot wasnât getting any better and some people were starting to stare. âHow about you take my jacket for now?â You slid off your jacket, showing off your top completely to the room.
âOh, IâThatâs not necessary.â The man said, looking away from you. âJust put your jacket back on.â
âI insist! I ruined your shirt!â More people started staring, and whispering.Â
âFine! Iâll take it, just give it!â He snatched the jacket from you, pulling it over himself as he looked down. His long hair covered his face as he looked around.Â
âDo you have a table? You can sit with me, and we can talk about getting your shirt cleaned.â
The man nodded again. âFine, just take me away from here.â
You took him to your table in the corner of the room, where youâd spent the last three hours alone. Many more people were watching you this time than when youâd left. Maybe Jill was right about your shirt⊠It made you a little self-conscious with so much staring. You pulled out a chair for the man and sat next to him.
âIâm y-Minsu! Itâs nice to meet you.â You put your hand out.
âAre things always like this?âÂ
You shrugged. âThis is my first time here, so I donât really know.â
The man looked around the room, acknowledging the looks. âWell⊠Thatâs nice.â
You sat awkwardly as you looked at him. You noticed Seo-Jun behind him, toward the other end of the room, motioning something to you. Talk to him?
âSo, Mister? What brings you here?â You asked,
âYou donât need to call me that. My nameâs Jay. I⊠came here for something stupid and I donât think I shouldâve come.â
You smiled at him. âYou sound like someone made you come here. I didnât want to be here either. I was so worried that someone would talk to me, but it turns out that no one would even pay attention to me.â
âWhyâs that?â
âI just⊠donât think this is my sort of party. And Iâm not very good at meeting new people. Iâm only here because I have to.â
Jay nodded. âI get that. I really only came because my members teased me about not meeting any new people.â
âMembers?â
Jayâs eyes flickered to you. âY-Yeah. Iâm a part of a group. Iâm a performer.â
âWhoa! Do you make music? Iâd love to listen to it.â
Jay smirked. âItâs not me who makes the music. But I dabble.â
âI donât have my phone. Tell me your band, and Iâll try to remember it.â
Jay leaned close to you to whisper, âIâm a member of Enhypen.â
You blinked. The words echoed in your brain before you looked at the man again. Thatâs where youâd seen him! He was Jay from Enhypen, and he was talking to you. âO-Oh, yeah Iâve heard of that group before.â
âOh? Are you a fan?â Jay smiled. âItâs always nice to meet a fan.â
âIâm not trying to be weird. I am a fan, but if you wanna forget about it or talk to someone elseââ
âNo. Youâre funny. And I think it would be better to spend time with a fan.â Jay slipped your jacket off and placed it over your shoulders. âI think this suits you better than me, by the way.â Your heart was fluttering a mile a minute. Jay said he wanted to spend time with you and even draped a jacket over your shoulders. Eun would be foaming at the mouth at this point.
âCould I ask why youâre at an all-guy mixer?â
âYou can, but then Iâd ask you the same question.â
âToucheâŠâ You chuckled awkwardly. âWell, Iâm here for another hour. So we can chat⊠or whatever.â
Jay smirked. âWould you wanna talk somewhere else?â
You nodded. âIâm cool with that. It beats talking here, with all the staring.â
âThen letâs roll,â Jay said as he stood. You followed him as he led you out of the room. You spotted Seo-Jun who gave you a thumbs-up as you passed by. Jay took you to a room in the hotel. It had an amazing view since it was on a higher floor.
âJay, check this out! Itâs so high!â You cheered.
âSo, uh. Iâm kind of awkward at this since Iâve never done it. I donât have any preferences or anything. Iâd be okay to start and see how it goes.â Jay said.
You turned around to see Jay sitting on the bed in the room. âWhat?â
âIsnât this the part where we⊠do stuff?â Jay raised an eyebrow.
Your face went warm. You hadnât thought about the context of things until now. Jay was at a party to meet a partner to spend the night with⊠and heâd chosen you. And like an idiot you accepted thinking he just wanted to talk.
âI-IâŠâ
âIs it more of a, I tell you what to do?â Jay stood, walking toward you. âIâm new to this whole thing, so Iâd appreciate it if you could help me.â
You couldnât form the words you wanted. All of the thoughts in your mind couldnât fit the situation in front of you. âI-Iâm new too,â was all that you could muster.
âWell, that works for the both of us then. We can figure it out togetherâŠâ Jay approached you until the both of you were at the window. Your back against it, he leaned his arm on the glass near your head. âLetâs just go slow.âÂ
Jayâs tone was calm and empathetic as if he were as worried as you were. He slid his free hand behind your neck and kissed you softly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you placed your hands against his chest, letting him move as he pleased. It was a peck at first. Just a touch, a test. Then Jay leaned in again for a kiss, your lips meeting for longer. His nose brushed yours as he started to move his lips experimentally to find what he likedâŠ
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Summary: anon request - "can you write a smut for johnnie guilbert??"
Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, arguing, hair pulling, pet names (dirty and cute), oral (m rec), unprotected rough makeup sex, filth
Word count: 2.6k | not edited
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Johnnie has been working on editing his and Jake's video all day.
You think, no. You knew he forgot about them.
It wouldn't be as big of a deal if this was only the first time, maybe even the second or third - But it wasn't.
Over the last few weeks, you've had to either cancel or forget about plans because of Johnnie putting majority of his time into his computer screen rather than you.
You didn't really talk to anyone about it, or say anything to Johnnie, mainly because this is his job and you didn't think you had any room to bitch.
You checked your phone, sighing at the time - twenty minutes past reservation.
You used to remind him, then after the thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth time, you decided that he should be able to put down the computer for an hour or two on his own, so you decided to just let things go.
You never really blamed him, sometimes it was because he actually had deadlines to make, or a video he and Jake were doing ran long.
But when that wasn't the case, you used yourself as an excuse - not feeling well, didn't sleep good the night before, something simple yet believable.
You rise up from the couch, walking towards Johnnie's room. You pass Jake in the hallway and he makes a joke you're in no mood for, "Fix your face, you look pissed."
His laughter is silenced when you roll your eyes, "I am."
"Uh oh."Â Jake puts his hands on his hips, shifting his weight onto his right leg, "What did Johnnie do?"
You shake your head and cross your arms, looking away from him because you didn't want him to see the frustrated tears in your eyes.
"Am I going to hear yelling?" He asks and you nod, laughing slightly, "Probably."
"Shit." He sighs, "Well if you need backup, just yell- ooh. We should have a code word."
You stare at him, trying not to laugh as he taps his chin, "Hippopotamus."
"Hippop- Jake. Really?" You laugh and he shrugs, "Well yeah, if you just scream hippopotamus, that will for sure throw him off even more, then I can come in with an open can of whoop ass."
He moves his hands in front of him, a serious look on his face that you just cannot take serious, "Okay. I don't think I'll need it, but I appreciate the support."
You pat his shoulder, watching him walk away before taking a deep breath, returning to what you were originally doing.
You stop in front of Johnnie's door, composing yourself so you don't go in, already lit like a fire cracker.
You know twice before opening the door, "Hey."
Johnnie has his headphones on, so he probably didn't hear you. You walk in, closing the door behind you. You walk over to him, gently tapping him on the shoulder.
"Jesus fu-" he jumps and looks up at you, "Jesus Christ, babe." He sighs, "Scared the fucking shit out of me."
"Sorry." You smile slightly and sit on the bed, "Whatcha doin'?"
He pulls his headphones down around his neck, "Just working on getting this video out."
You nod, "Cool. Cool.â
You look around his room, picking at your nails as you try and figure out how to calmly start the conversation.
"What's wrong?" Johnnie asks turning his chair towards you. You look over at him and shrug, "We just.." you laugh slightly, "It's not really funny, but we missed our dinner reservation."
He looks in the corner of his computer, "Oh fuck. I'm sorry." He looks up, "Why didn't you tell me?"
You scoff, raising your brows as you lower your voice, "I shouldn't have to."
"What? Sorry. I didn't quite hear you clearly." Johnnie closes his lap top and sets it on the desk.
You roll your eyes, lying back with a groan, "I'm not arguing with you Johnnie."
"I'm sorry, I must missed the part where I said we were?" He takes his headphones from around his neck, setting them on top of his closed computer.
You sit up, letting out a sigh, "I said, I shouldn't have to tell you when we have plans, Johnnie." You let your hands fall into your lap with a slap, "I let it go for a while, only because I didn't think I have a right to be mad, but you constantly editing and this or that is effecting us."
"So what.. are you saying?" He stares at you with a solid look, "You're going to leave? All because I'm doing my fucking job?"
"No." Your words come out louder than you intended, "I never fucking said I was leaving, Johnnie. All I said was that I shouldn't have to fucking remind you time and time again that we have plans for us. You and me. Boyfriend and fucking girlfriend!"
"Other than right now, name one fucking time me doing this made us miss out on something." He motions for you to take the floor and you sigh.
"Sam and Colby were throwing a party, I told them you had a deadline to make so we wouldn't make it. Tara was throwing a party, I told her I didn't feel good because you stayed up all night and half the day working on a video. Last week we missed out on dinner, again, because you didn't pay attention to the time. Two weeks ago, Jake wanted us to go with him to one of his other friend's parties, but you decided to get on and stream. Do you want me to keep going?" You raise your brows and lean forward slightly, "Because I can."
Johnnie laughs, "So.. you're telling me that you couldn't just come to me an hour or so before and tell me to get off? You're just blaming me for every time you missed out on going when you could have just gone yourself?"
"You want me to go to dinner, for two.. alone?" You tilt your head back, "You are being so unbelievable right now."
You stand up and Johnnie's eyes follow you. Your hands go to your hips as you pace back and forth, "I'm trying to get you to understand that I want- I need time with you, too Johnnie."
"You get time with me, y/n. I don't understand why you're so worked up over me d-"
"Because it's all you fucking do Johnnie. You're always filming a video. Editing a video. Uploading a video. Something with a stupid video." You turn to face him, "I want to go out to dinner, enjoy time with just us. Do you think I want to go to parties alone? It's no fun when I don't have you there."
He sighs, looking down, "So.." he looks up at you, "You waited until it was what, twenty minutes or so after our reservation time to come in here and make a huge scene that could have been avoided?"
You laugh, mouth dropped open as you stare at him, "Are you ever going to actually listen to what I'm saying or am I just wasting my breath being a broken record?"
"I am listening, you're just not getting what I'm saying, y/n."
"No. Trust me. I get it. Loud and clear." You motion to his computer, "I'll just leave you to it then."
You turn to walk towards the door, reaching to open it but Johnnie's hand stops you, "Don't."
"Don't what? Leave so I can sit here in silence while you continue to do what got us here in the first place?" You turn your head to look at him and he shakes his head, "No."
He grabs your wrist, pulling you towards the bed, "Were done talking about this."
"No.. I don't think we a-"
He cuts you off with his lips on yours. His hands pull your waist into him, "We're done talking for right now."
"You can't ju-"
"Don't run your mouth anymore, and I won't run mine anymore." He kisses down your neck, "We can talk after we get all of this frustration out."
A smile creeps into your lips, even though you're still mad. But, no worries. Johnnie will take care of that for you right away.
"Fine." You give in, sitting down on the bed. You pull him with you, his body hovering over yours, "Shut me up."
He smirks, tilting his head, "Gladly." He sits up on his knees, taking off his shirt. His hands move to his belt and you sit up to replace his hands with your own.
You glance up at him as you undo his jeans, biting your lip as you anticipate what's about to happen.
He nods towards the floor and you pull your legs out from in between his and move, dropping to the floor as he stands up.
He pushes his jeans down, and you move over to him, pulling down his boxers before he sits down on the edge of the bed.
He leans back, holding his weight up with his hands as he watches you move in between his legs. He sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your hand around his cock.
His eyes following you as you lean in, sticking your tongue out to lap at the head of it. He groans lowly, balling up the blanket in his fists, "Fuck."
You work him into your mouth, coating him with your spit as his jaw hangs slack, "That's it."
You lift your head, moving your hand up and down to coat him fully before leaning back in to bob your head up and down.
His eyes flutter shut as a moan escapes quietly.
You look up at him, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock as you tilt your head back.
"All the way in, babe." Johnnie places a hand on the back of your head, gently nudging you to come back for more.
You lick your lips, leaning in to take his cock back into your mouth. You bob your head, working further and further down, until you can feel him in your throat.
He groans, stroking the back of your head as you hold yourself there. You squeeze your eyes shut, digging your nails into his thighs before you pop back off, glancing up at him before going back in.
You lift your head, bobbing your head slowly as your tongue flattens against his cock.
"Fuck. Why didn't we just do this first.." He gasps as you sink your head all the way onto him, groaning as bucks his hips slightly, "Fuck okay. Okay."
He lifts your head, cupping your cheeks as he nods to the bed, "Get undressed then lay down."
You move to your feet quickly, pulling your shirt over your head before fumbling to undo your pants. You kick them off, getting ready to climb onto the bed when Johnnie stops you.
"Ah, ah. Panties too, sweetheart."
You nod, pushing them down and kicking them off before finally climbing onto the bed. You turn, facing him as you sit down.
He moves up in front of you, leaning in to kiss your neck. He pushes your body back as he moves his over yours.
He kisses down your chest and over to your boob, taking your nipple between his teeth. You gasp as he bites down, hands moving to his hair to mess it up more, "J-Johnnie.."
You whine, slightly moving your hips, "Please."
He kisses back up, to your lips, moving to lay beside you. He rolls you over so you're laying on your side, hand sliding under your thigh to lift up your leg.
You bite your lip as his hand slides down your body, stopping at your clit to rub small circles onto it.
You arch your back away from his chest, "P-please."
He rests his chin against your head as he slides his fingers down to dip them inside of you, âWe donât need to argue.â His voice is light, quiet, âWe should always just fuck it out..â
He slowly moves his fingers in and out, âAnd then talk. Doesnât that sound much better?â
You nod, âY-yeah. So much better.â
âThat my girl.â He kisses your head and moves his hand to grab his cock, rubbing it against your pussy a few times before slowly slipping in, âFuck.â
His arm slides over your waist, hold you to him as he pushes in. You tilt your head back and his lips meet your neck, sucking a spot which earns an even louder moan from you.
âFuck..â you breathe out, âJohnnie..â
He groans lowly, tightening his grip as he starts to thrust. Your foot rests on his leg as you keep your leg raised, moaning with each of his thrusts.
You lay your hand on his arm, digging your nails in as his thrusts grow harder.
âF-fuck.â You whimper, âKeep going.â
He moans, digging his fingers into your skin, âYou feel so fucking good.â He pulls you closer to him as you push your hips back, dragging your nails down his arm , âYes, yes, yes!â
He pushed your body forward, sitting up and getting on his knees behind you. He pulls your hips up, quickly placing his cock back into you.
Your cheek rests against the bed as you moan, pulling the blanket as his thrusts go right back to being rough.
Your eyes roll back, a string of moans leaving your lips in a constant loudness.
You yelp out as his hand makes contact with your ass with a hard smack. He brings his leg up, giving his cock a new angle that drives you absolutely crazy.
âSuch a good fucking girl.â He groans out as he tilts his head back. He brushes his hair from his face before reaching up to grab a handful of your hair.
You tilt your head back, lifting your self up onto your elbows, âF-fuck. Fuck.â
âWait for me, baby.â Johnnie moans, âAlmost there.â
He tugs your hair, pushing his cock all the way, pausing for a second before continuing to thrust, âShit.â
He lets go of your hair, gripping your hips. You moan, trying hard not to cum like he wants. You push your hips back, whining out as he makes it harder, âP-please.â
Johnnieâs thrusts grow sloppy, âCum for me.â
Not even the end of his words and youâve already let go, becoming a whimpering, moaning mess under him as you squeeze his cock repeatedly.
A few seconds later, he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your lover back and ass.
âFuck.â He strokes himself a few times before falling back and sitting down. You lay down, trying to control your breathing and he lays a hand on your thigh, âIâm sorry for not listening to you.â
âIâm sorry for coming off bitchy.â You laugh slightly, âI was just..â you pause for a second and sigh, âI let my frustration get the best of me.â
âI donât blame you. I havenât been fully with us lately, and I promise that..â he taps your leg with each word, â..right now, you have my attention whenever you want it.â
You turn your head to look at him, âYou promise?â You hold out your pinky and he smiles as he wraps his around yours, âI promise.â
As Johnnie gets up to get something to wipe off with, Jake yells from the other side of door, ây/n? Do you need a hippopotamus?â
Johnnie looks at you super confused and you canât help but laugh, âIâll explain then.â
.·:*š â š*:·.
This is my first ever Johnnie one shot, so please let me know how you liked it! Iâm interested to hear what you have to say!
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Warnings: Sex, Smut, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Funny
Summary: It gets both steamy and funny when you manage to rile up Sanemi. And the man really has a short fuse. Modern AU.
A/N: For all you MHA fans, you are welcome to replace Sanemi with aged-up Bakugo. I can almost hear his voice in Sanemi's lines.
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The afternoon was going well until you made the fatal decision to go to the arcade. It was ages since you both last been and the silly in you wanted to try if it was as much fun as you remembered it to be. At first, Sanemi was enjoying himself but very soon things went south. You were winning, time after time, beginner luck at first, but when your winning streak continued, he was no longer able to contain his frustration.
âThis shit is rigged. How the fuck can you be winning all the time?â
You laughed impulsively.
âSeriously Nemi, how can it be rigged? Do you think I am in cahoots with the owner?â
Your grin became vicious and you lowered your voice into a conspiratorial whisper while leaning closer to him.
âMaybe I slept with him to get ahead?â You followed this with a wink.
He was not amused. He glared at you pursing his lips and continued the game.
âFuck. How do you do it?â He almost growled out after losing yet again.
You shrugged and gave him an innocent but triumphant smile, and even did a little victory dance. AndâŠyou shouldnât have.
âEnough! We are going. This was not a good idea and I am not coming back here again.â
You giggled and put your hand into his as you began walking out of the noisy arcade.
The cool evening air and your mild hand softened his mood and by the time you came back home, he was seemingly fine. But, once on the sofa, his eyes flared up in vicious intent.
âLetâs play Battlefield. I bet you canât beat me there.â
It was his favourite online shooter that you only played a handful of times. You did not take to it and, to be honest, you weren't interested in gaming that much anyway.
âYeah, whatever. But donât you just want to watch a movie and cuddle?â You asked with a flirtatious smile.
âWe can do that later.â He was already pulling out the controllers and logging in to the online portal.
He passed you the controller and a few moments later you were moving through a village in the middle of a desert, first-person view of your surroundings, trying to avoid or shoot the enemy. For each time Sanemi got shot and revived, you stayed alive and kicking. When you quickly glanced at him, his jaw was tensed and his eyes had that half-insane focused look in them.
âNemi, you are taking this far too seriously.â
âThis is serious.â He barked out, which caused you to burst out laughing.
He paused the game and looked at you. A long, drawn-out, crazy stare. âIf looks could killâ was probably the best description of what was being projected from his light-purple pupils.
âRelax, babe.â You put your hand on his thigh and began riding up to his groin. âLet me help you.â
You cooed and started rubbing him through his jeans, the bulge slowly growing from your treatment. He was alternating staring at you and down at your hand.
âDo you really think I am some primitive gorilla that can be pacified with sex?â He was seething with increasing irritation.
âNo, of course not, I donât think that. Why would I?â You cocked your head and smiled, biting your lip while continuing to rub his now quite prominent hardness.
âFuck you.â
âYes, fuck me, Nemi⊠â
This was followed by a moment of silence after which he suddenly growled quietly and flipped you over on your stomach.
âAlright, I will fuck you. But donât say you didnât ask for it. Because I donât intend on holding back.â
You bit your lip in anticipation. You liked it when he was rough, but it would probably piss him off even more to know that right now you wanted him to be exactly that, heavy-handed. So instead, you just lay still, tiny, pinching, shivers running down your spine as his hands touched your ass and began pulling up your skirt.Â
His hand disappeared momentarily, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sent even more electricity up your spine. He grunted as you could hear him get up and pull down his trousers. And then he was back at you, slapping your ass repeatedly, you moaning in response.
âNow, bitch, I will show you who is boss here.â He rubbed you to excessive wetness and began pressing his cock into you, without much consideration for positioning himself properly. He was too eager to be tough.
âNemi, thatâs my other hole. You need to reposition.â
âArgh! You donât need to tell me what to do. I know what I am doing.â
He shifted and slammed into you, missing your opening entirely and burrowing himself into the sofa. He was so consumed with the combination of rage and arousal that he managed to give the sofa a few hard thrusts.
âBabe, you are not inside.â
âStop talking. I know I am not.â
âShould I assist you? In finding the hole? Itâs like pinball, you know..â You giggled. You could not help yourself to make the arcade allusion, because his reactions were simply too entertaining.
âDo you think Iâm funny, huh? Letâs see if you think this is funny then.â
This time around, he pumped his fingers into your pussy, positioned himself correctly, and slammed into you causing you to gasp.
 âHow do you like this?â
âI like it.â
His bare teeth were now grazing up your back and finished up on the side of your neck, the proximity of his warm, strong body causing you to clench a little extra. His breath was near your mouth and he hissed in a raspy voice:
âBrace yourself, fuckdoll.â You loved it when he called you that.
He kept his proximity to you and started to hammer his hips into the softness of your ass. You were a little shaken as his pace increased. Your breath started to sync with his thrusts, but he kept it up so fast you were left gasping for air. He pushed deeper and harder until you were whimpering from his force.
He then pushed the whole length of his cock into you, and you could feel the head pushing at your cervix. The pain and pleasure sent shivers throughout your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably now, and you could feel your pussy start to gush. He continued his thrusting as if you weren't even there. Your knees were about to buckle, but he pulled you up again by the waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, and started his relentless thrusting once again.
You could barely breathe, and you were starting to see stars, the only sounds you could hear were your own heartbeat, his ragged breathing, and the sound of his cock driving into your soaked pussy. You started to lose consciousness, your vision narrowing to a point.
âNemi, Iâm coming.â You whimpered out as the familiar feeling of needing to pee was turning into a full-blown climax accompanied by your pussy gushing like a fountain.
As you slipped into a blissful abyss, his cock finally erupted and released the thick, white cum that had been building up. It coated your womb and dripped out onto the sofa. His breathing started to slow down, and he released his grip on your waist. Your legs gave out, and you slumped forward, resting your head on the soft cushions.
He grabbed his sweatshirt off the floor and cleaned himself and your leaking pussy. He then pulled you upright and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder. You placed a hand on his head and caressed his hair.
âAre you calm again now, my dear?â You whispered into his ear.
âI was never agitated. What are you implying? That I lost control?â Irritation was beginning to simmer up in him again. You let out a giggle. You could feel him tense up behind you, and his hands went for your throat. You tried to get away, but his grip tightened.
'What's so funny, hmm?'
You struggled to get out a few words. 'Nemi...please.' You begged.
'Please what, slut?' He replied, his grip getting tighter.
Your head was going fuzzy again, but his grip was not tight enough to make you black out. He was not a monster, after all, and besides, you did enjoy it, your juices running down your leg from his grip on your delicate flesh. You felt his cock growing stiff again. He really was insatiable. He let go of your throat and turned you around. He sat down on the sofa and pulled you into his lap.
'Now, we need to get a few things straight, doll. If I am going to continue to put with you, then you are going to need to understand that I am the one in control here, do you understand?' This was his usual way of asserting himself, that never really worked on you other than make your pussy drip.
âJust like you were in control of the game controllers just a moment ago?â You giggled while grabbing his cock and lowering your full weight onto him.
He could no longer keep up the tough façade, the cracks showing by a playful spark appearing in his eyes. He laughed through closed lips and shrugged.
âYeahâŠjust like that. Well, I guess we both know that you are the boss here, my kitten.â He groaned as you began riding him. And this was the beginning of a long, adrenaline-fueled night filled with sensual and passionate sex. Lesson learned? Annoying Sanemi was well worth it.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Hope I can make you laugh with this oldie but goodie. Imagine Bakugo instead of Nemi đ
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Summary: A request from an anon- Secret relation between R and Melissa, Ava flirting with reader until Melissa breaks and threatens to take a Edith houghton to her
WC: ~3.9k
Not edited in the slightest and written in a depressive era lol enjoy
Itâs funny the way the world works out for you. It always has been, and it probably always will be. So when Melissa Schemmenti, the known regular at one of the bars youâre also a regular at, comes sauntering up to you after a long day of searching for jobs and interviewing with what seems to be no such luck- well, you think maybe the universe really was looking out for you.
And that was months ago. Now, you and that hot, tough on the outside but soft on the inside, teacher have been together since that night. Itâs⊠itâs something special. You thank whatever high power there is out there for bringing her to you on that one night when you really needed someone.
The thing that the universe hasnât done in your favor? Given you a job. UntilâŠ
âBabe!â Melissa calls you as youâre leaving one of the schools youâve been subbing at.
You smile at her voice. You always do. âHey. Whatâs up?â
âWeâre still on for dinner tonight?â
âOf course we are,â you chuckle softly. âI would never give up the opportunity to see my beautiful woman. That isnât why you called though, is it?â
âNo,â she admits. âI was just talking with my principal, and she said that they are for sure hiring a new second grade teacher over the summer. Do you want me to throw your name into the ring and put a good word in for you?â
âHow about you let me go so I can drive to your place, and we can talk about it over dinner?â you suggest. âAnd you drive safe too?â
âYou know I never drive safe unless I have you in my car- precious cargo,â she teases you softly. âBut okay. Iâll see you in a bit, mi amore.â
That night, the two of you chat about the position opening up at her school. As it turns out, the position is for another second grade teacher, and if you were to get the job, your room would be right next to hers.Â
âI donât know,â you sigh softly as you lay your head down in her lap. âI just⊠I want to get the job on my own terms, not be a shoo in because I have the worldâs hottest teacher in my corner.â
âThat would be you, mi amore,â she says quietly as she weaves her fingers through your hair. âBut thatâs fine. I do think you should apply though. You would be a great addition to the team, and you would get to be on my team and balance out Janine with all of her energy.â
âYou know I have just as much energy sometimes,â you chuckle as you reach for the television remote.Â
âYeah,â your girlfriend laughs. âBut I find it endearing with you.â
âBecause weâre dating.â
âBecause Iâm in love with you.â
You end up applying for the job, and when you go in, itâs quite easy to see how the redhead has maintained working here for so long. Itâs a rundown school where she can make a difference- she refuses to burn out for the sake of the children. And youâll refuse to burn out for the sake of the children right with her if you end up getting hired here.
The secretary leads you back to the conference room where there sits a panel. Itâs clear who the principal is, but then soon either side of her are two women. One who you know from Melissaâs stories is Barbara Howard, and the other is⊠Itâs Melissa herself. It takes everything in you to not chastise her for being a part of your interview, or for at least not giving you a warning- especially after you had spoken with her on the phone earlier that morning about how nervous you were for the interview. Youâll have to save that for after your interview.
âWell, hello there,â Avaâs eyes rake you up and down. âPrincipal Coleman, and this is Barbara Howard and Melissa Schemmenti- two of Abbottâs finest teachers. Although, you may just join Red in the running for hottest teacher here.â
If this were not a professional setting, you would quip that you could never stand a chance up against your girlfriend, but youâre interviewing, and you know nobody at work knows of her relation to you. So you press your lips together in a fine line and reach out to shake each of their hands. While you meet both Avaâs and Barbaraâs eyes, it is much harder for you to look at those green eyes you usually love to see.
The interview is- well, itâs somewhat of a joke. Barbara and Melissa ask you the more sensible questions about classroom management, behavior plans, and lessons, while the principal asks you what your favorite reality tv show is and how you would survive on a deserted island if you needed to. Nevertheless, they all seem impressed with your responses, both to the professional and unprofessional questions that were thrown your way.
Youâre told to stay out in the hall for a few minutes while they deliberate, and youâre dying to know whatâs being said about you in the conference room youâre hovering outside of. It takes all of five minutes before youâre being called back into the room by Melissa herself, who is nothing if not professional.
âI have one more question for you,â the principal states seriously. You nod and smile nervously. âWhen are you able to start?â
âA-are you offering me the position?â you ask, eyebrows raised in surprised. You thought for sure they would be asking to see a demo lesson or something of the sort.
âHell yeah we are,â Ava grins. âAbbott could use a hottie like you.â
Because youâre so busy shaking the principalâs hand and accepting the position, you miss the glare that your girlfriend sends her boss. Youâre stuck there for a bit signing papers before youâre shown to your classroom by Barbara and Melissa- Ava claiming sheâs trying to catch up on her newest reality television show. They end up giving you a tour of the school before handing you the curriculum binder and seeing you out.
âWeâll see you for development week, dear,â the kindergarten teacher smiles at you. âWeâre very excited for you to join our team.â
Melissa just nods, hellbent on keeping up her tough South Philly girl act. You smile at them as you head out of the building. As soon as youâre in your car, you text your girlfriend.
What the hell? Why didnât you tell me you were going to be in my interview this morning?
Weâll talk when I come over, okay? Her response is almost immediate. Itâs quickly followed by a, Congratulations, mi amore.
As soon as she pulls up to your townhouse, youâre standing outside on your front stoop with your arms folding over your chest as you stare her down. She comes running up your steps and pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple, then your cheek, then your nose, and then finally your lips. For as annoyed as you are with her, you do end up kissing her back.
âLissa,â you say sternly.
âIâm so proud of you for getting the position,â she tells you as she rests her forehead against yours.
âThank you,â you smile softly. But then your face drops again. âWhy didnât you tell me that you were going to be in my interview?â
She leads you back into your house and kicks off her shoes before sighing. âI didnât know that I was going to be in your interview. It was supposed to be Janine, but she got sick and called out last minute. Someone from the second grade team had to be there, and by the time Ava had called me, I knew you were already in a tizzy, and I didnât want to stress you out any more than you already were.â
You bring her into the kitchen where you already have some of the ingredients out for dinner, along with a bottle of champagne. âI just⊠I wasnât expecting to see you there. It threw me off, and all of my words and thoughts got all jumbled up in my head while I tried to keep my eyes off of my insanely hot girlfriend.â
âTrust me when I tell you that you were fine,â the redhead promises you as she makes her way over to pop the bottle. âThe idiot before you⊠Iâm pretty sure he literally wandered in from off the street.â
âDid they only offer me the position because weâre-â you got to ask, but she cuts you off.
âThey donât know weâre together,â Melissa tells you. âYou did not get offered the position because weâre dating. You got the position because you are a wonderful teacher, and Barbara pushed for you.â
âYou had nothing to do with it?â you raise a brow.
âI stayed pretty quiet while they were talking,â your girlfriend says. âI even made sure I threw in a comment about how I wouldnât learn your name until I was certain you were going to stay. They have no idea.â
You smile at her. âThen, a celebratory dinner weâll be having⊠and thenâŠâ
Green eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief in them. âWhat?â
âAnd then, I want to be your dessert.â
Melissaâs eyes go wide, and she nods eagerly. âIf thatâs what you want, you know Iâm always more than happy to make that happen⊠Might even have to go in for seconds after todayâs accomplishment.â
The rest of summer passes in a warm haze. Itâs filled with love, lazy days, and excitement as you plan for the upcoming school year with your girlfriend. But the days of lazing out at a pool or staying inside and binge watching your shows to beat the heat are quickly coming to an end. Melissa and you still havenât talked about how youâre going to interact with each other at the school- especially now that the two of you have moved in together.
âHun?â you call from the bedroom as you put on makeup for dinner tonight. Itâs your last hurrah before the two of you really have to start focusing on the school year.
âWhat?â Melissaâs voice floats into the room as she waits for you downstairs.
When you donât respond in hopes that she just comes into the room, she sighs and gets to her feet. She appears in the doorway a few seconds later, a soft look in her eyes as she watches you ready yourself.
âWhatâs up, mi amore?â she asks as she makes her way over to you. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, and she presses a gentle kiss to your hair before resting her chin on your shoulder.
âYou know what I just realized?â
âWhat?â
âWe never discussed how we were going to act at school.â
âShit.â
Dinner is spent discussing that the two of you will have to work together due to the fact that youâre both on the second grade team, but your relationship at school will stay professional. You know that you can stay professional, but itâs going to be interesting to see the hard ass persona that Melissa likes to put on in front of her coworkers as opposed to the sweet and kindhearted woman that you know at home. Itâs going to be jarring for sure- at least to start until it isnât so suspicious that she likes the newbie. Once thatâs squared away, the two of you enjoy a dinner that doesnât revolve around lesson planning or any talks of school.
Development week is upon you, and you almost wish that you wouldâve decided to just go into this job being out with Melissa, but you understand where sheâs coming from with not telling HR that the two of you are together- at least not yet. And you genuinely do not want some sort of rumor to start that the only reason you got the position is because youâre dating one of the âscarierâ teachers in the school. So, while you wish you were driving in with your girlfriend while she recites affirmations to you, you instead have to settle for driving in by yourself. You pull in next to her car, but sheâs already inside- you know this much.
Itâs weird when you head into the staff lounge. Youâre so used to her making you coffee in the mornings, but today you have to fend for yourself. And while everyone else is cordial with you, your girlfriend is standoffish and cold, calling you by the wrong name on purpose and telling her coworkers sheâll bother to learn your name once youâve proven that you arenât just going to up and leave the first time things get hard for you (you catch the sympathetic glance she throws your way as sheâs heading out with her friends for the meeting).Â
Most of development week ends up being your principal just flirting with you and your girlfriend being as hostile as she is with other new hires. At night, once the two of you settle in together, she promises you that she loves you more than anything and she apologizes for her behavior and attitude towards you at school.
âI didnât realize this was what I would be walking into at school,â you chuckle as she massages your back gently. âBut I have to admit, seeing you like that⊠damn itâs hot.â
âYou always think Iâm hot,â she rolls her eyes as she begins to work on a new tense spot right by your shoulder.
âWell, Iâm not wrong for that,â you half chuckle, half groan. âBut I always get to see sweet soft Lissa, and at school youâre a total badass.â
âIâm a total badass in front of literally everyone except for you,â she tells you as she kisses the slope of your neck. âI donât know why, but you melt me like butter.â
âWell, ainât I lucky then?â
âIâd say Iâm the lucky one,â she throws right back at you.
Your days at your new job continue on like that, and so do your nights. During the day, Melissa is nothing but a bitch to you and offering you apologetic glances when she can. And at home, your girlfriend is the sweetest woman, even more sweet than usual because she feels so guilty that she canât treat you like the amazing woman that you are in your place of work.
But that changes when the kids start their school year. Because your classrooms are right next to each other, she has a front row seat to see just how talented you are when it comes to working with your kids. She observes how much effort you put into their daily routines, how you explicitly state your expectations and hold them to it, and how you manage behaviors within your classroom, all while still getting them settled in for the school year.
Itâs at lunch on the first day that she softens up on you just the slightest bit. Youâre sitting at one of the tables by yourself when she and Barbara comes strolling in.
âAh, Y/N, dear,â the kindergarten teacher smiles at you. âHow is your first day with the kids going?â
You break out into a grin. âHonestly? Iâm loving it. These kids, while they all have their challenges, like any kids, are absolutely precious. I already have a handful of drawings sitting on my desk to be hung up on the bulletin board behind my desk.â
âThatâs great to hear,â Barb tells you as she pulls her lunch out of the fridge.
âWow, newbie,â Melissaâs eyes sparkle just enough that you can tell. âBetter than I expected.â
âAnd how did you expect my first day to go?â you challenge her to act. She had told you this morning in bed that she knew you were going to be just what Abbott needs, but could she play it off that she thought you were going to crash and burn now?
The redhead shrugs. âMost newbies run out of here with their middle fingers up and crying.â
âWell, that wonât be me. Thank you very much Miss Schemmenti,â you shrug as you take a bite of your salad (the one that she had prepared for you last night).
âGood,â is all she huffs out as she sits down to eat her own lunch. âAbbott needs some stability.â
That night at home, itâs an early night. The first days, and even the first weeks, of school are utterly exhausting.
âI meant what I said when most people leave with their middle fingers up and crying,â Melissa sighs as she lays her head on your chest. âBut you, my dear? I never had a doubt in my mind that you would be the perfect addition to the Abbott team. And I saw how great you were with your kids today. Theyâre lucky to have you.â
âJust as your little eagles are lucky to have you,â you chuckle softly as you begin to run your fingers through her hair.
Slowly, Melissaâs tougher than nails demeanor shifts. She begins to treat you like she treats Janine, although it is different. But thatâs because the two of you are hiding a relationship, unlike with Janine. Itâs nice. And at home, sheâs still as loving as ever and even still apologizing for not treating you the way she should at school.
âWhen are we going to tell them that weâre together?â you ask casually as youâre looking over the weekly plans.
She hums. âWhenever youâre ready.â
âI just donât want anyone to think that I only got the job because weâre dating and you were in my interview. I know you said that Barb was the one who pushed for me, butâŠâ
âIf you want to wait a bit, we can.â
Youâve settled into teaching at Abbott quite nicely. Your coworkers love you, Melissa has only continued to soften up at you at school, even calling you by your real name now. You have to say, you love this job. Itâs the best job that youâve had in quite some time, and that includes when you worked in more affluent areas. These kids just⊠get it. The staff is like an odd, dysfunctional family. And you get to see your girlfriend at work everyday. Itâs almost perfect.
The reason it isnât perfect? Your boss, Ava Coleman, flirts with you constantly. She finds reason to be in your room more often than not, and whenever youâre all having lunch, thereâs some excuse for her to end up in the staff room with you.
Melissa, of course, is well aware that your principal is constantly trying to hit on you. You let most of her comments roll off of you, but some just have you shaking your head at the things she insinuates.
âAva,â you finally sigh one day after seeing the absolute death glare that Melissa is sending her way. Oh, if looks could kill. âQuit flirting with me.â
âAnd why would I do that, boo?â
âBecause youâre in a relationship,â you roll your eyes as her own eyes scan over you.
The woman shrugs. âAnd? Itâs open.â
âAnd I have a girlfriend who I know for a fact would not, and does not like the fact that you are constantly trying to get with me,â you reveal.
Everyone looks at you in surprise at that admission. Everyone except for Melissa, who angrily stabs at the salad sheâs got out for lunch (the salad that you lovingly packed her this morning).
âYou have a girlfriend?â Jacob is quick to cut into the conversation. You just nod. âHow did I not know?â
âI donât know, Jacob,â you breathe out. âI donât really go around announcing it to people.â
âBut there are usually signs!â your coworker protests.
At that, you shrug.
âWhoâs to say that your girlfriend wouldnât be into it?â Ava directs the conversation back her way.
You glance to Melissa, who wonât even look up from her meal. âJust trust me when I tell you, my girlfriend does not appreciate the fact that you flirt with me.â
âWell, whatâs her name?â Janine asks from her corner of the room. âI wanna meet her!â
You laugh at that. âLissa,â you tell them. And nobody figures out that thatâs the nickname you have for the redhead in the room. Everybody at Abbott, or at least everybody who has been deemed worthy of calling her by a nickname, calls her âMelâ.
âAlyssa?â Mr. Johnson makes his own presence known. âShe hot?â
Your ears turn pink. âI wouldnât be dating her if I didnât think she was. But enough about me,â you try to diffuse the situation. âCan we-â
Ava turns to you after a few seconds of scrolling through her phone. âYou donât know no âAlyssaâ.â
âWhat do you mean?â you raise a brow in her direction.
The principal shoves her phone in your face. âI just looked through Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, even your Venmo for anyone under that name. There ainât nobody there. You making a girlfriend up so I stop flirtinâ with you, ainât you?â
âI am very much not,â you reply. âI do have a girlfriend.â
Ava hums. âI donât believe you, but if thatâs the story weâs goinâ with, sure thing, baby boo. Just give me a call when you decide that you want a piece of this fine-â
âEnough!â Melissa finally shouts. âEnough!â
âWoah,â the principalâs eyes go wide as she stares at the redhead. All other heads in the room whip around to look at the second grade teacher sitting next to you. âWhatâs got your panties in a twist? Iâm just flirting with-â
âFlirting with my girlfriend!â your girlfriend explodes. âQuit flirting with my girl, unless you want me to take Edith Houghton to your damned head!â
As if to prove a point, Melissa grabs your hand and shows it off. âSheâs mine,â the woman practically growls. âAnd I swear to God, if you make one more comment towards my girlfriend about how hot she is or about how you want her- I will make you regret it!â
Avaâs eyes go wide, and her hands fly up so quickly in surrender that her phone drops to the floor. âShit. Okay.â
Everybody else can only watch in slight horror as the redhead continues to point her fork in your bossâs direction.Â
âListen, I just thought that-â
âYou thought wrong,â Melissa grits out. âNot another word out of you about her.â
âOkay, okay,â Ava backs down. âDamn, Schemmenti. Good on you though. She-â
You have to practically hold your girlfriend back as she goes to lunge at the principal.Â
Ava quickly runs out of the room and back into her office, coffee forgotten and probably fearing for her life at this point.
Melissa huffs and rights her shirt before holding your hand again and taking a deep breath. You ground her quickly with a few squeezes to the hand in your own. She pulls her chair closer to yours and drops your hand before wrapping an arm around you and silently daring anybody to make any comments about the outburst that had just taken place.
You see the way that theyâre all staring at you and your girlfriend though, so you just settle for a weak, âSurprise?â
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HĂ©ctor Fort fic where he gets jealous over something reader does and she gets annoyed but also lowkey finds it amusing so she messes around w him abt it. Yeah i got nothing after that, feel free to improviseâŠ
Fall Right In â HĂ©ctor Fort.
Pairing: HĂ©ctor Fort x Fem!Reader
Summary: You couldnât tell that a man was (obviously) flirting with you. HĂ©ctor notices, causing jealousy to ensue.
Word Count: 575+
Disclaimer/s â Man, oblivious!reader, a little tense, thatâs it!
A/N: i want yuh, and imma have yuh (bea).
Nothing could ruin the day you're having now.
You were sure of it. Not even when you tripped over someone's ankle and stumbled. A pair of hands grabbed your waist to steady you, letting out a huff. It was... definitely something! Quite embarrassing, but it was over and done quickly.
Or⊠so you thought.
âSorryâI wasnât lookingâŠâ you managed to say, letting a smile, a weak one, grace your lips.
The man didn't want you to leave, though you didn't notice. He returned your smile, glanced at HĂ©ctor briefly, and then said, âIt's all good. I can let it slide. Howâs your day today? Going good?â
That elicited a narrowed-eyed gaze from the Fort boy beside you, the look in his eyes deepening when he noticed the manâs hand still hovering over your waist. He wasnât touching you, so you didnât even know it was there. Too engrossed in replying to his question, you said, âI⊠yeah, yes!â
âGood, good,â he trails off, âMe too, you didnât ask, but⊠I just thought Iâd let you know anyway.â
Your eyes widened slightly in response, âOh! Iâm sorry. Iâm glad your day is good! Really⊠gladâŠâ
HĂ©ctor stepped in then, his hand subtly sliding over your waist and gently pulling you closer to him. âSorry, we have plans we have to get to.â With that, he gave the guy a raised eyebrow and a head tilt before walking away, practically tugging you along, making you look over and up at him.
âWhat was that for?â You questioned.
He looked down at you with an expression that resembled one thing and one thing only: jealousy. âAre you⊠are you seriously asking me that?â
âWell! I literally tripped over him, HĂ©ctor. The least I could do was engage in his conversation.â
âThat wasnât a conversation.â
âYeah? Then what was it then?â
He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit. âHe was flirting with you. You couldnât tell?â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âFlirting? All he did was ask how my day was⊠a bit, well, randomly, but still! I think youâre reaching.â Your tone shifted from sweet to annoyed. It was just a conversation; what was he even talking about?
âHis hand was almost touching your waist,â HĂ©ctor continued, âBut you didnât know that.â
âNo, I didnât. What I do know is that he had to put his hands on my waist to make sure I didnât fall face first onto the hard floor, okay? It didnât mean anything. He didnât mean anything. I promise.â
âIt was still weird,â he mumbled.
A smile slowly spreads across your face. âWhat, HĂ©ctor? Should I⊠hm, trip on someone elseâs feet? Maybe, I donât know, see how they react?â
He shoots you a look. âNot funny.â
âNo, itâs not. Iâm sorry,â a pause, you take his hand and gently bring it to your lips, giving it a quick, tender kiss, âHey, okay, itâs just you. So, even if he was flirting, you know Iâd leave immediately.â
His lips part, his smirk dropping from his face as the words leave your mouth, âHe was flirting!â
That's when a loud laugh bursts out, your hand quickly flying up to stifle it. âI'm kidding! I'm just messing with you. I love you, just you. So... can we go into Ulta now? Or not, like, just let me know.â
âHah-hah, hilarious,â he retorted, âCome on.â
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anything but shy - lsm
pairing: dokyeom x reader word count: 1.6k warnings: a single swear i think, alcohol, kissing, a little suggestive but not much summary: seokmin is shy⊠kind of.
A/N: FINALLY A LITTLE ONE FOR MY ANGEL BABY LOVE OF MY LIFE SEOKMIN. Itâs just a small one, but it came to me and I love him. Thatâs all.
âSeokmin â oof.â
The man beside you giggles as he tries to right himself against you after stumbling, mumbling an apology that doesnât seem quite genuine. The two of you finally make it down the hall to his bedroom door, and he moves to put all of his weight against the door frame. Heâs not even pretending that heâs not watching you, which makes you feel all sorts of funny on the inside, because when heâs sober, Seokmin is as shy as they come.Â
You canât count the number of times youâve caught him looking, only for him to flush and look away when you do. Your friends keep telling you that he likes you, that the two of you act like way more than friends, and youâve kind of given up on denying it at this point. Heâs your friend, and sure â youâve thought about what his lips might taste like. Or what those beautiful hands might feel like against your skin. Thatâs beyond the point.
Since youâd gotten him back to his apartment, youâd managed to get some water in him. He seems to be pretty sobered up already, but you can tell thereâs enough liquid courage left in him for him not to care that heâs being obvious. You try your best to ignore his intense gaze as you turn the handle, kicking a pair of shoes out of the way that block the path to his bed. You reach for and tug on his wrist, pulling him into the room behind you, and the two of you finally make it to sit on the end of his bed. He doesnât make a move to lay down, his head lolling onto your shoulder with a contented sigh. You try desperately to ignore the chill that shoots down your spine when you feel his breath against your neck, when you feel the weight of his side pressed into yours.Â
âYouâve gotta get changed, Seok.â
Seokmin shakes his head. âToo much effort.â
âWell Iâm not dressing you for bed.â
Itâs quiet for a moment, and then you can hear his sharp inhale against your neck as he says, âWill you undress me, then?âÂ
What the fuck?
You absolutely cannot do this.Â
âSorry,â he adds a moment later, his voice much quieter, and you can almost hear him second guessing himself.
You choose to ignore him for both of your benefits as you gently push his head up and off your shoulder. He whines but stands up, making his way over to his dresser. You avert your eyes quickly as you fall back onto his bed, but youâre not fast enough to miss him pulling his shirt off over his head. You squeeze your eyes shut, the image of his tan back and shoulders seared into the back of your eyelids.
Youâve been trying desperately not to dwell on any of Seokminâs flirty little gestures or comments for a long time now. Youâve been friends for a while and it happens often when heâs drunk, which was difficult to handle at first â but manageable. The problem is that recently, heâs been teasing you while entirely sober, too. You wonder when heâd gained his confidence; you think it might have something to do with the way Soonyoung and Mingyu have been hyping him up at the gym.Â
Itâs subtle, and still very Seokmin, the way he goes about it. A little squeeze of your hand before he gets up to leave; a wink as he pays for your coffee; a compliment that catches you by surprise. You have no idea how to react to any of it because heâs just like that so effortlessly â so full of teasing remarks and kindness. Itâs been shaking you to your core, and you wonder if he knows. On occasions that are few and far between, you manage to catch him off guard in return with a flirty remark. You cherish those moments.Â
You wince as you replay the evening. Tonight, heâd been an absolute menace. And by that you mean heâd hardly left your side, brushing soft touches across your back and shoulders, grasping for your fingers when the group of you went anywhere. You know he didnât even drink that much, so you canât help but wonder why heâs being extra flirty tonight.Â
Your breath and thoughts are promptly stolen from you with a whoosh as Seokmin sprawls on top of you without warning. You let out a groan at the sudden weight.Â
âOw,â you whine, and he just hums in response.Â
âYouâre really comfy,â he mumbles against your shoulder. He sounds shy again, a completely different person from the one youâd seen just moments before. You can feel your heartbeat pick up at the realization, at the thought of you being the one to make him feel shy. You momentarily forget about the pain youâre in when he adds, mumbling, âThe comfiest.â
âThank you,â you whisper.
He nods, lips brushing against your skin as he hums. Neither of you speak for a few moments, and you find yourself holding your breath in the silence. You can feel him against every part of you, and youâre terrified that heâll hear how fast your heart is beating with him this close.
âI think Iâm more comfortable with you than anyone else.â He says the words so softly that it makes your head spin.
Oh.Â
Your hand lifts on instinct to the hair at the back of his neck. You feel him still for a moment before he relaxes, and you let your fingers start to play with the strands. He sinks further into you with a sigh. You desperately donât want to move, donât want to break whatever is happening here â but itâs really starting to get a little hard to breathe.Â
âSeokmin,â you try again softly, and this time he lifts his head to look at you. The breath is effectively knocked out of you when his eyes meet yours, soft and hesitant, and you swallow. âI donât want to disturb you, and I know you want to show off that youâve been working out⊠but youâre really heavy.âÂ
His eyes go so wide that youâd laugh if you werenât in the position youâre in. âShit! Sorry, oh my god.â He moves to push himself off of you in a panic, but you keep him from going too far with your arms around his neck.Â
âI didnât say I wanted you to let go,â comes out before you can stop it, and you watch Seokminâs face switch from horrified to surprised to pleased, all in the span of ten seconds. Confident Seokmin is back, and youâre screwed.Â
Because it only takes a second for his hands to slide around your back, another half a second to flip you over. Then youâre suddenly on top of him, pressed down against his chest as he beams up at you. âDoes this work for you?â He smiles. âWorks great for me.â
Heâs flirting with you.Â
On purpose.Â
Sweet, shy Seokmin is flirting with you, looking you dead in the eyes as he does.Â
âI wanted to play with your hair,â you finally manage in an attempt to tease back, and you know youâve succeeded when Seokmin smiles so wide you wonder if it hurts. He lets his head fall back against the pillow, his hands squeezing against your lower back as he makes a show of getting comfortable.
âYou may continue,â he finally says dramatically.
You roll your eyes, but the fond smile on your lips gives you away. It fades slightly as you stare down at him, and he gazes back, watching and waiting for you to make the next move. Heâs so handsome, you think, all big brown eyes and soft touches, the only indication that he might be nervous seen in the way he swallows thickly in the silence. Your eyes travel across his face as your hand lifts to brush his hair back behind his ear, and you break eye contact as your finger trails down to gently play with the hair that curls just behind his ear.Â
âAre you sober right now?â
Your question comes out timid. You can feel him look at you, as serious as ever, hands squeezing where theyâre linked together against your back as he replies, âI only had two beers.â He waits for you to meet his eyes again before he adds, âIâm nervous, but I didnât want to rely on liquid courage tonight. Not with you.âÂ
You can feel your heart skip a beat inside your chest. âWhat do you need the courage for?âÂ
He opens and closes his mouth for a moment, debating. Then he squeezes his eyes shut. âTo tell you that I like you a lot and want to date you, mostly.â
You had kind of expected him to say something along those lines, based on your current predicament.Â
Does that mean you were prepared for it? Absolutely not.
âMostly?â Is all you can manage.Â
âAlso to tell you that youâre super hot and funny.â His eyes are still closed, eyebrows furrowed, and your hand moves to rest against his jaw.
âSeokmin.â He opens one eye, then two. You are so fond. âYouâre super hot and funny, too. Also, yes.â
âYes?â He repeats, and you nod.
âI want to date you, Seok. Yes.â
He blinks up at you, jaw slack, before he murmurs, âHoly shit.â
You canât come up with an answer to that. So you do the next best thing: you lean down to capture his lips with yours. And youâre quick to learn that Seokmin is anything but shy when it comes to kissing you.
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When were you planning to tell us?: Theseus Scamander x fem!reader
Summary: During their wedding your recently married friends can't stop asking questions about your "mysterious" husband. Little they know he is the same man who has been flirting with you during all the ceremony
Warnings: Drinking a little, I guess? But nothing else except that Jacob and Queenie being unaware of the world around them; Leta and Theseus ot being able to hide their chuckles; and Dumbledore being a funny smartass. Takes place after Dumbledore's secrets and in Au where Leta doesn't die and she wasn't enganged with Thesesus
Requested: yes
Words: Around 1130
Author rambles: This is kind of inspired in a wedding I attended a couple of years ago and the situation fitted quite well with the request
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I do not authorize any of my works to be copied, translated or plagiarized â
Bright smiles, sparky eyes and some tears of pure happiness, that was a quick and accurate way to describe most weddings. Jacobâs and Queenieâs was not an exception to this. A small and intimate ceremony on the bakery, only family and friends attending, perfect for the couple union. While the bride and the groom, now wife and husband, were looking at each other with love-dove eyes, you and the rest of the guests were enjoying the sight.
âShe looks beautiful today, even more that normallyâ You whispered to Theseus who was by your side leaning in the desserts table.
âI still believe you were prettier in your weddingâ He replied a small grin playing on his lips.
âYou are a charmer with words, Theseus Scamanderâ Your hands slowly moved to take two glasses of champagne, handing one of them to your companion.
âOnly because you deserve it, darlingâ He took a quick sip of the pinkish beverage, which had been Queenieâs idea.
You would have scolded him for his smarmy antics if it wasnât for your nosy friends who had been half-listening to your talk. Yeah, a small bakery was definitely not the best place to hold a private conversation. It wasnât long until Mr and Mrs Kowalski came to your way with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
ây/n you never told us you had been married, honeyâ Queenie sweet voice echoed in your ears. The realization hit you, you had been caught.
âActually, I still amâ Thesus couldnât help but chuckle at your words.
âAnd who is the lucky man?â Jacob managed to speak while taking a bite from the nuptial cake âDo we know him?â
Theseus cheeks were starting to tint in a similar tone to his hair. You wondered how an auror like him, who has supposed to be calm and stern in every situation, couldnât stop that grin from spreading on his face right now. Luckily for the two of you, Leta Lestrange, your best friend since your Hogwarts years (your guardian angel as you should call her from now on), appeared on the scene.
âWhat is the fuss for?â she joined the group and thanks to her endearing smile and her ability to put the focus on herself in every situation, you could enjoy a few seconds to think what would you say next. You were so relived thanks to her entry that you didnât even get annoyed when she playfully stole your glass of champagne.
ây/n has just told us that she is marriedâ The bride explained enthusiastically.
âOhhâŠâ Great, the last thing you needed right now was another person who couldnât keep a secret to save her life. Surprisingly, she decided to play along. After all a little fun never hurt anyone âOf course she is, I was the bridesmaidâ
âLetaâŠâ You tried to interrupt her in order to finally reveal the truth.
âWonderful!â Queenie clapped âSo you can tell us more about that mysterious husband of hersâ
âYeah y/n, you never told us anything about himâ Theseus took a sip of his drink and still he couldnât hide his smirk.
Oh, he made a big mistake⊠Never play games with a girl who can play them better, Scamander. You should remind him that later.
âWell, he is the perfect gentleman. Sweet, chivalrous, caringâŠâ You dreamingly looked at the celling âBut also a little bossy, stubborn, touchy too. And he always overworks himself with his job to the point its annoyingâ Your audience was expectant to hear more about it. Theseus tried his best not to look slightly offended while Leta patted his back.
âBut you love him, donât you?â The older Scamander brother asked, his eyes shinning hopefully. One of the many things that made you fall for him since the first day.
âWith every piece of my heartâ Your gaze was locked in his.
That intimate moment which had somehow grown in a room full of people faded a wide the instance the doorâs bell rang, announcing Tinaâs and Newtâs arrival in the bakery. God knew what they had been talking about while the rest of you were enjoying the desserts.
âGuys, you will never guess what happenedâ Jacob said as soon as they came to his sight.
âY/n is married!â Queenie announced as the sweet gossiper she was.
The young magizoologistâs eyes travelled back and forwards from yours and his brotherâs face, clearly confused. The elder Goldstein sister just looked unaware, waiting for an explanation.
âOf course, she isâ Newt finally broke the silence âI was the best manâ
âYou too?â Jacob said surprised âAre we the last ones to discover this?â
âI didnât know until today either, Mr Kowalski. Although I have been having my suspicions since you two were students. You have never been good at hiding your feelings, Miss l/nâ
Dumbledore laughed from the other side of the room where he was leaning on the wall absent-mindedly eating his piece of cake. A privileged position which he took advantage of to listen to the whole discussion.
âOr should I say Mrs Scamander now? Congrats anyway, thanks to your marriage Professor McGonagall owes me ten galleons nowâ Gasps of shock echoed between the bakeryâs walls.
Your husband made himself comfortable, his hands now proudly around your waist in a gentle grip.
âThanks Professorâ he replied.
âWhen did you make it official if I can ask?â
âJust after he returned from the war. We wanted to keep it simple, Newt and Leta were the only guestsâ You softly squeezed your husbands hand.
âAnd when were you planning to tell us?â
âJacob, sweetie, focus on what is importantâ His wife corrected him âWhy didnât you tell us?â
You two shrugged the question off. Being honest, you had never truly hidden your union, not intentionally at least. Theseus did not wear his ring on his finger, but in a necklace around his neck. Too afraid that he would lose it in a mission due to his work as an auror; so you decided to do the same. He didnât keep the gesture of love low-key either. Always calling you pet names or protectively staying by your side. But it was true he did the same for Leta and his brother, and that kisses were always reserved for closed doors for unknown reasons. With those reasons, it was understandable that your friends hadnât realized sooner you were in fact married. They just took you for an old friend duo. How wrong they were, but as no correction had been said before by either of you they were still ignorant of the fact.
As they say: âActions speak louder than wordsâ and that was exactly what your husband did. Arms tangled around your hip and lips that were leaning for a kiss which ended up in a resounding applause. In the next years you would receive endless teasing for it, but enjoying the moment you couldnât care any less about it.
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đ€đąđŹđŹ đŠđ đđ§đ đŹđĄđźđ đŠđ đźđ© â x. thorpe
XAVIER THORPE x f!reader
âïžă» summary â xavierâs into you. like into into you. but unfortunately, you arenât quite on the same page.
contains â miscommunication, slight slight angst, fluff ending, pining from both ends... just dumb idiots unknowingly in love with each other <3
notes â i am so obsessed with this man and this gif you don't understand. also, requests are open!
Youâre tired.
Itâs been an exhausting past few weeks; Between helping Wednesday with her investigations, worrying about being a victim of untimely death yourself, and on top of all that, keeping up with your academics, youâve hardly had the time to even so much as think about RaveâN.
âWait, what do you mean you donât have a date?!â
You shrug at Enid, who gapes at you in askance. âI just donât. Really, Enid, itâs not that big of a deal.â
Itâs a Saturday, and you, Wednesday, Enid, and Xavier are seated on a grassy patch - A brief respite from the flurry of school.
âI mean, itâs only one of the most important social events of like, the century!â Enid exclaims.
From beside you, Xavier snorts. âCâmon, Enid, itâs not that big of a deal.â
He turns to you now, eyebrows raised. âThough i am surprised that no oneâs asked you out yet.â
Unbeknownst to you, satisfaction bubbles in the long haired boyâs heart. It's not that heâs happy nobody has asked you to the dance - Itâs just that it means he still can.
But your nonchalant reply sends his heart racing. âI never said I didnât get asked out. I just said no.â
Shit. Xavier frowns, avoiding your gaze. So people have asked you out. Of course, what was he thinking? Youâre only the most beautiful girl in Nevermore. How could he even delude himself into thinking you didnât have boys falling at your feet?
Of course, youâd turn him down too. Why wouldnât you? Youâre smart, youâre funny, youâre kind, youâre gorgeous⊠and him? Well, heâs just there. By your side.
Your best friend.
What would happen if you said no to him, like all those other guys? Thereâs no way your friendship could recover from that, no, not at all.
The only thing worse than not being your boyfriend was not being your friend at all.
â-I mean, I donât⊠I donât even know what to say!â
Xavier blinks, snapping out of his daze. He sees Enid shaking her head, at an utter loss for words as she says, âYou turned down⊠all those guys? Why?!â
All you do is shrug, and Xavier swears you glance his way before replying, âI guess⊠I guess Iâm just waiting for the right guy to ask.â
You donât see Xavier much after that.
If youâre being honest, you're a little disappointed. Itâs only five days to RaveâN, and you still donât have a date. Not that it matters much; After all, youâre perfectly content going on your own. Itâs justâŠ
Well, you were hoping a certain long haired artist would ask you to accompany him. But youâre quickly realising that that wish was going to stay that way - Just a wish.
A hopeless, desperate wish.
You curse under your breath as you leave yet another class without speaking to Xavier. Itâs almost as if heâs been intentionally avoiding you, though for what reason, you havenât the faintest clue.
Did you do something wrong? Was it something you said? Something you wore?
Come to think of it, heâs been distant ever since Saturday. Saturday. What happened on Saturday? God, all you can remember is that picnic with Enid and Wednesday, talking about the RaveâN, and⊠andâŠ
God, what is it?!
You have half a mind to walk over to his dorm and demand for him to open up, but what good would that do? Xavierâs made it abundantly clear that he has no interest in conversing with you, so why should you be the one putting in all the effort when he-
âY/N!â
Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.
You turn, forcing an unimpressed look on your face despite the fact that your heart is beating a mile per minute.
To your surprise, Xavier looks nervous. Perhaps the most nervous youâve ever see him - You donât even think he was this anxious at the Poe Cup. Heâs holding something behind his back, you note. Something pink. And green.
You eye him warily. âXavier, what is it?â
He walks up to you, hands still clasped firmly behind him. âLook, I⊠Fuck, this is harder than I thought it was gonna be-â
You feel a sinking pit of dread in your stomach. Your head spins, and your voice cracks as you stutter, âXavier, are you⊠Are you friendship breaking up with me right now?â
His eyes widen, almost comically so, and heâs frantically shaking his head. âWhat?! No, no, of course not!â
He tugs his hand through his hair haphazardly, one hand letting go of whatever heâs holding. You must be dreaming, because you think you see a pink petal float to the ground.
âŠFlowers?
You donât mean for your voice to be so wobbly, but it is, as you say, âXavier, I donât⊠I donât understand. You ignore me for days - No texts, no calls, nothing. You wouldnât even look at me in the hallways! And now all of a sudden, youâre here⊠with flowers?â
He blinks, glancing down to the small pile of petals that have fallen off, and groans.
âFuck,â he mutters lowly. âGod, this is not how it was supposed to go-â
âhHw was what supposed to go?â you ask, perplexed.
âGod, I knew this wasnât a good idea, I knew it, I-â
âXavier!â you exclaim, your heart lurching in confusion and exasperation and everything in between. âWhat is going on?!â
âI like you!â
And everything stops.
âI like you, Y/N, I like you so much it⊠it hurts, okay? And I wanted to ask you to the RaveâN with me, thatâs what all these⊠The flowers, this whole thing was about. I just couldnât stand being around you and knowing that you donât have a date to the RaveâN âcause it - shit - it drove me crazy. But it was stupid, I get it, it was stupid of me to do this, and I understand if you wanna pretend like this never happened, but I just need you to know that I love y-!â
Your lips are on him before he can even finish his sentence. It feels like everythingâs on fire; His hands are on your hips, and then they're moving around your waist, and youâre being lifted off your tiptoes, and heâs kissing you back, and itâs-
Xavier is breathing hard when you break away, his face flushed.
You smile, and he bites his lip, looking at you bashfully. âSo... Is that a yes?â
You laugh, nodding as you thread your fingers in his. You blush when he raises your linked hands to press a kiss your knuckles.
âYes, Xavier,â you mumble out, feeling him smile in between kisses. âA thousand times, yes.â
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Leech Vs Morality
Summary: Jade x gn!reader When paired off with Jade for a class, the two of you have a debate about morality.
A/N: dedicated to my pookie wookie @tiyoin who has Jade leech brain rot right now. I present you with one of the few moments you will ever fluster Jade Leech đ.
You were paired up with the second years in potions today. The love potion you would be making was extremely complex, so Crewel had thought it safer to have an older student guide you.
You winced as you watched Floyd bouncing off the walls while Jack stared straight ahead. Poor guy got stuck with a rough partner.
Meanwhile, your partner was a little too good at this potion. But you weren't going to think about it.
âAnd done. Excellent work, partner,â Jade beamed at you. It had taken ten minutes to complete it, and he'd finished like it was nothing. All your classmates were still on step two. You weren't going to think about it.
âThanks for the help, Jade,â you sighed, slouching in your seat.
âIt was no problem.â
You sat in silence for a moment, until Jade broke the silence.
âYou look like you have something you want to ask.â
You thought for a moment, then nodded. âYeah. Why did we make this?â
âLove potions are an important staple in potion making.â
âBut why?â
He laughed lightly, âI'm not sure I follow.â
âWell, aren't love potions unethical?â
He froze, the atmosphere between the two of you becoming tense.
âUnethical?â He laughed hoarsely.
âYeah. You're forcing someone who wants nothing to do with you, to love you.â
âI wouldn't use the word unethical, perse..â
Was he sweating? He looked clammy.
âWhy not?â
âWell, a love potion doesn't last forever. So if you want the object of your affections to love you, you either need to invest a lot of money into making potions forever, or you need to figure out how to get them to love you in the time limit. Simply put, it is getting your fin in the door.â
âBut it's still a love born on lies, and the abuse of free will!â
He slowly pulled out his phone, his expression had long since turned back to normal, but his typing was hurried.
âThey're quite common around here. If someone were to use one on youâŠâ he trailed off, his brow quirked in amusement.
You stared at him, not nearly as amused as he was.
âThey would never have a chance of me even speaking to them once it wore off,â you said firmly.
âHmm.â
His phone rang, and he stood up.
âThat's Azul. I have to take this.â Without waiting for your response, he left the room in a rush, hurriedly saying something in a language you didn't recognize.
âWhat'd you say to upset Jade so bad?â
You shrieked. You had been so focused on Jade leaving, that you hadn't noticed Floyd take his seat.
âI didn't say anything! And what do you mean upset, he looks fine!â
âNah. He's upset. I can tell. Absolutely devastated,â Floyd grinned excitedly. âSo, spill! What was it?â
âAll we were doing was debating whether love potions are ethical or not!â
Floyd burst into laughter.
âWhat's so funny?â You snapped.
âYou're just so adorable, Shrimpy. Gotta be careful about that, or some shark is gonna eat you up-â
He was yanked from the chair, and you started as Jade held him an inch off the floor, by the collar.
âFufu, Floyd,â his tone was a warning. Of what you didn't know, but you were a little too scared to ask.
âJade,â Floyd responded with a giggle.
âDon't you have your own partner to assist?â
âJust lookin out for my brother, that's all!â
Jade set him down, and Floyd threw you a wink, before skipping back over to Jack, who mouthed you the word, âhelpâ.
Jade sat in his chair, and scooted closer to you.
âSo, Y/N. If someone were to win your heart, without a love potion, how would they do it?â
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