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[hangesdarling]

but i’m a cheerleader! — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x fem!reader SUMMARY. Your parents sent you to a conversion camp because of your homosexual tendencies. Will you graduate from the camp as a fully-fledged heterosexual or find love while you're there? CONTENT. but I’m a cheerleader au, reader is based on Meghan, nerd!Hange, fluff, homophobia, friends to lovers, making out, barely proofread :’) WORD COUNT. 4.4k A/N. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH GAY HANGE LOVERS! This fic is my pride month gift to you all <3 also I can make my own dividers now! I'll be posting them soon too!

You’ve been fiddling with your pom-poms the whole ride, a string of pinks and oranges wrapping around your finger as you tried to empty your mind. Sending you off to a conversion boot camp, it’s preposterous! You pouted, looking over the window, and instead of counting backwards like you always do when something is testing your temper, you made a mental list of why you’re not a homosexual. You get good grades, you’re a Christian, you have a boyfriend, you’re a cheerleader! Every quality of a straight girl you could think of. Surely, they'll let you go home after you’ve proven your point, right?

When the car halted, your parents delivered you to the doorstep of an otherwise neat house if it weren't for the forced pink paint on specific areas. A Mary J. Brown, as she called herself, greeted you at the door, with a plastered smile at your parents as though promising she can return you straight. You wanted to scoff, roll your eyes, maybe. But your mom taught you to be nice to aging ladies. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry for the inconvenience here but I don’t think my parents’ speculation was right from the beginning,” you tried to reason, not even a minute in her office. You smiled, made your point, that's what you’re great at. “I’m not a homosexual.”

“Now, it’s normal to be in a stage of denial. You won’t even suspect that your actions are unnatural!” she smiled again as if in casual conversation. 

Unnatural? 

She brought out a drab gown, matching with an ugly footwear and explained that it was part of the first stage. You wanted to politely refuse and call all of this a kinder synonym for lunacy but you’re not very sure of the lady's breaking point. 

She passed you to a girl named Hilary for a tour around the camp, the bright pink haunting you at every corner. Even the pink uniforms reminded you of napkins, detergents, and cupcakes but not in a nice way

The bright glittery pink assaulted your eyes as Hillary opened the door.

“This is where we sleep but there is no inappropriate behavior allowed,” Hilary said as a caution. 

You blinked, “Inappropriate? Like swearing?”

Then a different voice spoke, “No, inappropriate as in fucking or setting the room on fire, that sort.”

The person said over the book they were reading.You could only make out a mess of brown hair tied into a ponytail, and deep brown glasses until they set the book down.

You only realized that you’ve been staring when the person waved a hand and smiled. Your cheeks heated in embarrassment and you forgot to wave back when Hilary ushered you outside. The tip of your ears heated even more when you realized that your underwear was peeking out of the dress you’re wearing.

“Well, nevermind, Hange. They're a bit weird,” Hilary said, standing next to the list of what seemed to be your fellow campers with the label “HOMOSEXUAL” above. 

“Surely, harmless, right?” you laughed, just a small questioning ha-ha. 

“Not sure about that yet,” Hilary responded vaguely. “We all passed the first step just yesterday.”

She pointed to a checklist of five rows. It seemed like a long grocery list with names on it but you remembered what Ms. Brown said earlier. You can become straight in five easy ways! That's way less steps than making pancakes. 

Your name still left the first box unchecked and you have a terrible intuition that this day would not pass without the check mark upon it.

-

As always, your intuition did not fail you but this time you’re not happy about it. No sooner, it was time to meet your fellow campers, sitting around you in nursery blue and pink uniforms, They did not look too interested in the process themselves.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. How do you do?” you smiled. This was like a first day in class, right? You just need to introduce yourself and go.

Right?

Ms. Mary Brown instructed them to introduce themselves. You’re somehow glad you don’t have to endure this pastel hell alone.

They introduced themselves one by one, their names flying out of your head anyway, try as you might to listen. Each introduction was punctuated by “I’m a homosexual” which you’re not surprised at by now since you’ve been hearing the word repeatedly today.

Hange did not have their book this time, but they were twirling a pen in one hand. They can't sit still very well. When it was their turn, they stopped twirling the pen, and smiled, “We met earlier.”

“Hange,” Ms. Brown wore a smile of warning.

They only chuckled and stood up. “Now, now, I’m just confirming. I’m Hange. I’d say I like stars, insects, and chemistry but mostly girls. That's what got me here. Certified homosexual here. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

And like the time you first met, you’ve been staring again. Staring at the way their eyes shine in lovely shades of brown, or the way their hair frames their face, or how much genderless elegance they present even if they're obviously a nerd. You reckon they could dress up a certain way and they'll pass as a boyfriend in front of your parents. 

Then, you caught yourself. 

Wait.

Those are homosexual thoughts, right?

You chuckled nervously, the name of the guy who introduced himself after missed your ear entirely. You’re losing focus here.

When it’s your time to overcome the first step and admit your homosexuality, you repeat the practiced list of reasons you’ve been listing in your head since the car ride there.

You were then met with follow up questions, ones that grew more prickly in the skin, especially at the mention of intimacy with the opposite sex. You’re horrified at the thought of any phallic flesh at an arm’s length from you and it shows. Eventually, you’ve grown tired of the denial stage, any retort you can think of hitting you back with the reality that you are, indeed, a homosexual.

“Fine!” you screamed in frustration. “I’m a homosexual!”

The frustration dissipated into relief as they all clapped their hands. But the realization did not feel like a ton of bricks, or icy water trickling down your spine. It felt…different.

It felt like entering a whimsical amusement park of unknown rides and you picked a particularly risky rollercoaster. It was both fun and dreadful and you didn’t quite know how to put the two together. 

As they left one by one, you were handed the bright pink uniform. You rubbed on the fabric and sighed, you’re a homosexual. Something you’re denying hours ago.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice called, that one your ear familiarized with the most.

“Hey, Hange,” you returned their greeting.

“See you later,” they beamed, and in a quieter voice, “Nobody really follows the lights-out rule, we can play board games all night.”

And then they winked and you almost blacked out.

“Sounds fun,” you couldn’t suppress a giggle anymore. “I look forward to it.”

-

After you took a long shower and changed into the bright pink uniforms, Hange was true to their word that nobody follows the light-outs rule. Even Hilary was reading a ridiculously heterosexual pocket book as if it’s a textbook. Sinead was smoking by the window, briefly glancing at you before putting headphones on.

Hange was setting up a Snakes and Ladders board game at the foot of the bed.

“Y/N!” Hange tapped the carpeted floor across from them, ushering you to sit and start a game with them. You did so, remarking that you liked Snakes and Ladders. 

“We’re gonna start off easy. I have a feeling you’re gonna beat me on this one,” Hange joked, rolling the dice which landed in two. For a while, it felt like you’re old friends at a slumber party. Joking around, exchanging stories in each of your turn while poor Hilary was chastising both of you to keep it down. 

“Are there no other books allowed here except those?” You asked, pointing to a tall pile of romance books near Hilary’s bed, a man and woman always displayed intimately on the cover. 

“Well, Ms. Brown allowed real textbooks. I have biochemistry and astrophysics over there,” they pointed at their bedside table. “Told her I need to read some material for the upcoming college.”

“And you need this large pile of board games too?” you joked, tapping the pile of board game boxes beside them with some names you can't even recognize or pronounce.

“Of course I do. I reckoned I’ll be bored out of my mind here so I brought these along. There's nothing to learn here.” Their voice had an edge of bitterness in it and you wondered how much they've grown to hate this place.

“Except being straight that is,” you responded, rolling the dice again and groaning when it landed on a snake.

Hange scoffed, laughed bitterly and said, “That's not something to be learned.”

“You don’t think so, huh?”

“Yes. These people are insane.”

“I agree with you,” you whispered and caught yourself too late.

“You do, huh?” they teased. “Christian, cheerleader girl with a boyfriend?”

“Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes. “You might add homosexual to that too.”

“Welcome to the club, then.”

For the rest of the night, you played board games, willingly learning the ones you don’t know about. It tickled your brain in an amusing way, and you couldn’t think of any fun ways those games can be played without Hange. 

-

No sooner, the long list of activities in Step 2 began: rediscovering your gender identity.

Ms. Brown made it clear with a list of feminine activities, and the more you read the tasks listed there, the more you realized you didn’t like much of it. It can't mean that you’re doomed to homosexuality, of course. Some things can be learned.

“This is tedious,” Hange groaned, staring at the ceiling, anything to avert their eyes off the floor to be cleaned. “I hate cleaning.”

“Unfortunately, it’s essential,” you frowned, taking a soapy scrub. “We better finish it fast.”

Hange wasn’t too happy about it, that's the darkest you’ve seen their mood turn since meeting yesterday. They kept drawing on the floor with soap which didn't help. 

“Hey, Hans, look here,” you ushered them close and whispered. “I know you really love challenging stuff and this is no fun for you. But how about this…”

You traced a soapy finger over their area, even going over them until you reached the wall. Then you went by their side again and grinned, “Have it done in 10 minutes.”

They scanned curiously around the area and whispered. “But that’s…”

“Impossible?” you teased, adjusting a 10-minute alarm on Hange's watch.

Then they smiled, the competitive sparkle in their eyes alive at once as though the whole floor was a board game.

“Improbable. But I can manage,” they declared and got to work as quickly as they could manage. 

You went on with the gamification strategy for the rest of the step 2, although some other activities needed more patience like sewing and manicure. Without much of their stubborness, you recognized Hange had steady hands and managed most of the task efficiently. On their stubborn days, they would sneak out of the camp and climb the highest tree near the pond so they could read in peace. Ms. Brown will always send you off to fetch them, and it only takes a minute of persuasion before you give up and sit on the tree with them anyway.

It was the first time you’ve seen birds up close, or for small insects to crawl willingly at someone's hand.

“It loves you,” you whispered in awe as a miniscule green fly flew at the back of their thumb.

“It’s a torpedo bug. Siphanta acuta,” Hange had to bite their lip to contain the excitement. “It’s harmless. Look closely.”

You did so, watching the unmoving bug with leaf-like wings. It looked at ease in Hange's hand.

Suddenly, Hange gasped softly, looking at you, or looking past you, you’re not very sure.

“Something landed on you too!” they gushed in a hushed whisper.

“Another torpedo bug?” you asked curiously and realized they were looking at your shoulder.

“No,” they pushed their glasses up and squinted, “Hubner’s wasp moth!”

“Is it harmless?” 

“It is,” Hange spoke softly, inching closer. 

You sat still, lest you will scare the harmless moth off your shoulder.

“It’s my favorite moth, you know. I used to see them in my grandma's garden.” Hange's smile was too pure and soft that your heart jumped around your ribcage. It didn’t help that they were sitting too close. “Lemme get it for you.”

The torpedo bug flew out of their hand as if on cue and their steady right hand inched closer on your shoulder. You didn’t dare to turn your head as your hair might brush the moth away so you stared at Hange's focused face, their slightly creased brow, the tiny light brown freckles on their cheeks that you didn’t notice before, and their rosy lips. The beating of your heart rang in your ears, if you moved an inch closer your lips could touch their cheek. 

“There, I got it,” Hange breathed out a chuckle as the moth settled on their index finger. “Beautiful, isn't it?”

And truly it was such a beautiful thing to behold. The symmetrically patterned wings, the deep brown and dandelion of its body, and its harmless nature made it all the more interesting. Its warm radiance resembled Hange in a way you could not explain. Maybe it was the way they sit by the window in the morning, reading and waiting for you to wake up so they can convince you to sneak out. Or when you both bring your pancakes outside during breakfast so your eyes can take a break from the bright colors inside and stare at the peaceful garden to watch the butterflies flutter about the tulips. 

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, your heart was in a terrible lovestruck frenzy that you almost forgot Hange and the moth. Does love always feel like a heart attack?

Hange carefully placed the moth on a wide, lime-colored leaf dipping from its branches and turned to you. 

“Ready to go?” they asked and you nodded. Then froze for a moment when you realized how high up you’re both at.

-

“Woah, woah, easy…” Hange held you by the waist when you almost slipped down while scooting over the branch. “Don’t go falling on me now. Ms Brown will kill me!”

You shared a laugh as you responded, “Your fault for always running off to high places.”

“We’ll sneak somewhere else next time.” It sounded like a promise. You wanted to ask more but the perils of coming down that tree allowed you nothing but listening to Hange's insructions.

“Put your foot down there.” or “Grab that branch.” You were embarrassed to admit that you’re in survival mode. 

Hange climbed down much faster, even with a thick book tucked in their arm. You both ran back inside just in time for lunch. The remaining activities went on until you forgot that you might be in love with your new best friend.

-

It helped that your relationship was dressed in an innocuous name: best friends. The kind of best friend you'll write to after graduation, one where you can meet up every few months to have drinks with, the one you'll ask to be your bridesmaid on your wedding day. That kind of girl friendship, right?

You only realized how complicated it was to give the name a definition when you enjoyed holding their hand when the others weren't looking, or when you indulge on their late night rambles until you fell asleep on their bed, or that time you almost blacked out when they kissed a thank-you on your cheek. It dawned on you that you might be doomed, walking straight to the point of no-return. But you can't imagine holding anyone's hand and liking it if it wasn’t Hange's. 

One morning, Ms. Brown initiated another activity that might help: finding what might be the root of your homosexuality.

The others confided one by one but when your turn came, their expecting eyes became unbearable so you said, “I’ve been thinking but I can't think of anything. Maybe there's nothing?”

“There certainly must be a traumatic or influential event that led you to the wrong path, isn't there?” Ms. Brown responded.

“Or maybe it’s just the way it is,” Hange butted in, your knees pressed flush as you sat beside each other.

Ms. Brown sighed and said, “That can't possibly be, Hange. Now while we wait for Y/N’s answer, why don’t you go ahead first?”

Hange had a bored expression upon their face and said, “Can’t think of any either. I’ve been like this since forever.”

“How about influences at home, or at school?”

Hange laughed then, “Ms. Brown, I think you just want me to say that the all-girl boarding school I attended made me gay.”

“That's an entirely plausible reason.” 

“Except that I dropped after two months.”

You were slightly surprised. Everyone is.

“And why is that?” Ms. Brown asked.

“Can’t bear the homophobic lunatics,” Hange said, looking directly at Ms. Brown. “So I transferred to a science high school.”

You smiled, and couldn’t help yourself. You said, “That's cool. How was science high school?”

“Better. And there is more equipment. You can use the astronomy club's telescope whenever you want!”

Your next question was cut short when Ms. Brown interfered, “Now, we are here to identify your roots, not celebrate it. You better identify it well, especially you, Y/N, and write a reflection about it.”

Ms. Brown then dismissed the meeting.

As you walked away, Hange giggled and said, “It’s so easy to piss her off.”

You both shared a low five and laughed as you headed back inside.

“Besides, finding a root? That's ridiculous! For all I know, this conversion camp made me gay,” you chortled.

Hange gave you a curious smile, “Good job, hon, you defeated the purpose of this whole camp.”

“I’m very proud of myself, thank you,” you gave a comical bow.

“So… what part of this camp made you gay, huh?” Hange faced you then continued, “Is it an act of defiance, a certain influence, someone…?”

With each question they seemed to appear closer, and it sent your heart into another gymnastics. You can tell that Hange will keep pestering you about it until you give in.

“Nope, never gonna tell you,” you grinned. “And you'll never catch me.”

You took off into a sprint, the cheerleading training finally had benefits as you outrun Hange along the whole camp. You were winning until Hange strategize and used a shortcut, tackling you to the grass until you both rolled down the shallow dip in the garden.

You laughed until your stomach hurt, laughed even harder when grass and dirt stuck to your pink uniforms and for a while everything felt right. It felt like falling down into your childhood storybooks but in this case, it wasn’t just friendship that you felt.

Hange peeked over the mound of grass and said, “Ms. Brown doesn't come here often.”

They turned to you and smirked, “What do you think we should do?”

“Something she won’t like,” you grinned, your eyes settling to Hange's lips and it did not take them a minute to understand.

“How about this…” Hange whispered softly, eyes trained on your lips before kissing you. And it felt like sparks, like the first burst of citrus in your lips. But they hesitated, struck by a thought that such a kiss wasn’t meant to last. You pulled them by the color, whining silently, begging for  the kiss to last until you’re satiated. That's all the permission they needed to continue, to kiss you like it was the last time, until you were gasping for breath, until your lips remembered the shape of their own.

You can't wipe the smile off your face after. Even Ms. Brown was fooled that you were starting to enjoy her noon lectures. 

You kissed Hange in the bathroom again, and again when you knew nobody was looking. 

-

That night, you stayed up late to write the reflection Ms. Brown assigned earlier. You wrote a whole childhood best friend shtick just to make Ms. Brown shut up. It comes as a struggle when you’re too preoccupied replaying the kiss on your head. Although half of what you wrote was fabricated, some truths stuck out and you’re afraid it will grow undeniable for the days to come.

Looks like you’re not coming home heterosexual after all. 

On the bed next to you, Hange did not seem to be completing the assignment. The pencil movement only indicated sketches and if you squinted closely, quick labels. It must be requiring them a lot of thought since their brows scrunched more than ever and they were drawing phantom signals in the air. 

You watched them for a while and fell asleep in your notebook, unaware of Hange's good night kiss on your forehead just before lights out.

-

Ms. Brown woke everyone up early for another lecture outside. Something about the negative consequences of homosexuality, sodomy and evil, and more things you don’t care about. You read your reflections out loud in the class but you weren't listening for the most part. 

When the lecture ended, Ms. Brown reminded you of focusing on lectures, and gave both of you and Hange a long stare as you walked away. 

It was Hange's idea for the both of you to take on gardening tasks. It was that or inside that hellish camp, they explained. You were convinced they just like staring at leaf bugs or digging out earthworms. You did not mind very much since you enjoy admiring the flowers, and stealing glances at Hange. 

Today, Rock, Ms. Brown’s son, is in the garden, picking out weeds and removing pests. You wished he'd leave soon so you can carry out gardening tasks without anyone watching.

Hange saw him plucking a frog out of the flower bed and called out to him, “Hey, tough guy, unhand the amphibian, will you?”

“The what?” Rock asked as if he didn’t understand.

“The frog,” Hange repeated simply, laying out their hands. “Hand it here.”

He did so and said, “Keep the critters away, Mom doesn't like them around the plants.”

“Alright,” Hange walked away with the small frog ushering you to head to the pond with them. You had to wait it out until Rock is done weeding after all. Hange cooed happily at the frog as if playing peek-a-boo with a baby. You’re surprised the frog hadn't jumped out of their hand already.

You both sat behind a huge tree near the pond, your toes can touch the water if you stretched your legs.

“God bless the frogs, they're not homophobic,” Hange chuckled, setting the tiny frog down near the pond. It stayed for a while before hopping into the water, and to a lily pad nearby. 

You were leaning at Hange's shoulder as your eyes followed the frog. You don’t know what to say, the grass felt soft beneath you, the sun was a soft honey yellow in the sky, and words did not feel so necessary at the moment.

So you pressed a light kiss on Hange's cheek to which they responded with a lopsided grin.

“Is that the best you can do, cheerleader?” they asked, very much aware how challenging you can end up.

“Of course not.” You surprised them by straddling their lap, sitting there comfortably as if it was made for you to sit on. It was one of the rare occasions where you see Hange blush, especially when their own teasing returns to them.

“Alright, you win,” they admitted and you shrugged as if it was the most natural thing.

“I wish I could sit on you like this with better clothes,” you frowned, plucking at the pink uniform skirt you never liked.

“Or none at all,” Hange offered.

“Pervert.”

You kissed again, deeper than yesterday, with more yearning unleashed and breaking free into a fit of passion. Hange's hand teased the edge of your skirt and you guided the further. The need to feel them everywhere, in every inch of your skin, came stronger. You wished and wished that you could be anywhere else, somewhere quiet, like your bedroom when you’re home alone. Those times where your parents take three day business trips, but instead of just blasting music in the house or ordering a large pizza while you watch chick flicks, you have Hange. How fun and light and beautiful things could have been! It felt like true love, like a movie screen bursting into a classic love song at a first kiss. 

When you tire out, you perch your head on Hange's shoulder. The rustling of the leaves, and the chirp of the birds sustained both of your silence.

Then Hange spoke, “We can go somewhere you know…”

“Where?”

“I’m an expert runaway, we can go anywhere.”

Hange felt you smile on their shoulder. “Good luck saying that to Ms. Brown.”

“I may have a way.”

You looked Hange in the eyes and saw that mischievous glint once again. They are serious about running away.

“Try my left pocket,” they instructed. “My hands are kinda full here.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled as you reached for their left pocket, “They won’t be if you weren't holding my ass.”

You felt a thick bunch of paper in their pocket and pulled it out. Once unfolded, the paper showed a rough draft of the camp’s ground plan, including directions of nearby infrastructure around.

You were about to ask what the map is for when they gave you another instruction, “Now, my right pocket.”

You reached for it and felt a small matchbox. Looking closely, it has a white illustration of a rooster on a rainbow background with the word “COCKSUCKER” arched above. You shook the box and the half-full contents rattled.

“You can't be serious, Hange…”

“Humor me.”

For a while, you were stunned, your mind spiraling into a vast plane of possibilities, of the things to come and the things to be left behind. Your thoughts clamored against your skull until Hange gave a feather-light kiss on your knuckles. Then everything fell into a hush.

“What do you say, my Juliet?”

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[stealingdeansgender]

reporting this shit to the Magnus Archives, stat, this has The Stranger's plastic lil hands ALL OVER IT

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #10

"Oh hell naw!"

Goon Nr.1 shouted the moment the bag got pulled of Danny's head, and he squinted at the light. His eyes adjusted.

"I am not paid enough to deal with a Wayne kid!" Goon Nr.2 groan.

Danny blinked again. Now he could just... easily walk out of this, but the school trip had been boring, and he thought he could get in some rough housing if he let this men... like kidnapped him. You know? Like he does with his ghost rogues. But this was unexpected now that these guys were apparently getting a closer look at him.

"Come on its Wayne kid! The Ransom will be a big pay out." Goon Nr.3 said cheerful.

Danny blinked again, the other two goons giving the third one a rather deadpan stare.

"New guy?" Nr.2 asked.

"New guy." Nr.1 confirmed.

Okay, this was the point on which Danny was now puzzled. Who were the Wayne's? Why was kidnapping them bad? And was this a good moment to transform and get a bit of brawl in? He really wanted some action after all the museums and sightseeing trips Mr. Lancer took the class on.

Goon Nr.1 was now patting Nr.3's shoulder like he was an innocent child. "Dude, we don't mess with the Waynes because that alerts the Bats. We don't want to deal with Batman if we don't have too."

"Last time I worked for Peguin, he strung me up and tied me to a roof..." Nr.2 shivered.

"I saw him take out ten guys at once before... ran for my life that day." Nr.1 sighted before he shook his head. "And that's when Batman has a good day. On a bad day... you will have broken bones."

"And in the worst case, you get one of his spawns to show up instead." Goon Nr.2 added on.

"Uh... Spawns?" Danny couldn't help but ask, blinking from his spot on a chair, no longer tied onto it as he had already phased out of the ropes while they weren't looking.

"The Robin's!" The two goons said in sync and then proceeded to launch into an explanation about the Robin's, their theory about which Robin became which other vigilante according to the timeline and how Red Hood fit into that theory and also why they were so much worse when they showed up instead of Batman.

Danny won't deny it. That was kind of the most interesting part of his school trip now, as he sat there nodding along to the explanation Goon Nr.1 and Nr.2 were giving him and Nr.3.

Meanwhile...

Mr. Lancer was panicked. One Danny Fenton was missing. A Fenton was mission. He lost a God damn Fenton in an unknown city. He needed to do damage control and that quickly. Unknowingly alerting the Bats to the situation through contacting the GCPD to find one blue-eyed, black haired teenager.

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Plus one 3/9

Summary : When Lando Norris realizes he's the only F1 driver attending the Monaco F1 movie premiere without a girlfriend, he panics and convinces Oscar to help him find a last-minute plus one.

Author note : I get this story idea after the private projection of the F1 movie with all the drivers in Monaco (also can we imagine they weren't wearing their team kit and actually did dress up).

Genre : pure fluff

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The theater was grand in a way only Monaco could manage: gold filigree ceilings, velvet seats, and chandeliers dimmed to a flattering warm glow. Lando followed Y/N down their row like a shadow, his palms slightly clammy, trying not to obsess over whether she’d sit next to him or next to Lily.

She chose the seat beside him, dropping into it easily with a quiet sigh of contentment.

Okay. Good start.

He sat too, far too stiffly and tried to mirror her casual posture, which only made him look like he was attempting yoga in a suit.

Y/N leaned slightly toward him, her voice low and cheerful. “This place is amazing. I’ve never been to a screening like this.”

He smiled, then panicked, then said the worst possible thing: “Yeah, same. Well, not same same. I’ve been to screenings. Loads. Just… not with a girl before. Not like this.”

She blinked. “Oh?”

The second of hesitation before her response made his stomach curl. That hadn’t sounded like flirting. That had sounded like a confession from someone painfully overthinking every word.

Y/N tilted her head, smiling. “Well, thanks for inviting me.”

Lando laughed too loudly. “Well it’s—it’s nice to have someone here. With me.”

She nodded, then glanced past him. “Oh! Lily’s over there with Carmen. Be right back.”

And just like that, she was gone. Floating off like a leaf in the breeze, over to Lily and Carmen, already mid-laugh before she’d even reached them.

Lando sat there, jaw slightly slack.

Okay. Okay, that’s fine. That’s normal. People talk to friends.

He tried not to look like he was watching her too closely.

Oscar slid into the empty seat next to him with a smug grin. “How’s it going, Romeo?”

“Shut up.”

Oscar leaned in. “She ditched you already?”

“She didn’t ditch me. She’s just—talking to Lily.”

Oscar made a thoughtful sound. “Right. You manage to tell her that this was a date, though, yeah?”

Lando stared at the movie screen ahead. “...Not in so many words, I was trying to be subtle."

“Subtle’s not working. You look like you're about to pass out.”

Lando glared. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Nope.” Oscar sipped his drink, then nodded toward Y/N, who was now animatedly telling Carmen something that made both of them laugh. “She’s having a great time, though.”

“Yeah, with everyone but me.”

“She just doesn’t know you’re emotionally imploding. You’re not exactly Mr. Expressive.”

Lando slumped in his seat, watching Y/N rejoin Lily and the others, slipping easily between groups like she’d been born into this world.

When she returned a few minutes later and sat back beside him, she smiled brightly.

“Sorry! I saw someone I knew from uni too. Small world.”

“Totally,” he muttered.

She looked at him, then hesitated. “Are you okay? You seem… quiet.”

“I’m fine,” he lied, and added too quickly, “I just—you know, it’s funny how you bring someone to something like this, and realising it could be… a thing.”

She looked puzzled. “A thing?”

“Like. A thing thing.” He added, trying to make her undrestand the message.

Her eyes widened slightly, then she laughed. “Oh! No, don’t worry. I’ve been telling people I’m just your fill-in so no one makes weird assumptions.”

He froze. “My… fill-in?”

“Yeah, you know. Like, a temporary plus one. Because your actual date bailed or something.”

“I… didn’t have another date.”

“Oh.”

A pause.

“Right,” she said with a small laugh. “Well—still, happy to help.”

Lando nodded slowly. “Yeah. Great.” It was a pure failure.

She turned back to the screen, blissfully unaware.

And Lando sank a little lower into his seat.

He didn’t even know what to say anymore. He’d invited a girl to a red carpet event, held open a car door for her, worn a tux like a proper gentleman… and she still thought she was just doing a favor for Lily.

Perfect.

The theater was silent as the screen flickered to life, and a slow hush fell over the crowd.

A dramatic orchestral swell opened the film, followed by sweeping shots of race tracks and pit lanes. The audience leaned forward in their seats, ready to be immersed.

Except Lando.

Lando leaned sideways.

Not obviously. Not enough for anyone to notice. But enough to watch her without looking like he was watching her.

Y/N sat beside him, hands folded lightly in her lap, eyes wide with curiosity. She looked like she genuinely wanted to be here, not for the glitz, not for the spectacle, but because she was interested.

Her brow lifted slightly at the first scene: a pit lane disaster involving a fictional team. She leaned forward when a mechanic shouted something garbled over a headset.

And then came the first action scene. Loud, fast, chaotic.

She flinched.

Not dramatically. Not in a way that would make anyone else think twice. But Lando saw it. Her shoulders twitched. Her lips parted in surprise. Then she grinned, just a little, and whispered something to herself that he couldn’t hear.

He had no idea what was happening on screen. And he didn’t care.

Because this—her—was a hundred times more interesting than any movie.

Every time the screen cut to a racetrack or showed a sleek car skimming along the asphalt, she leaned in slightly, her mouth parting like she was trying to absorb it all at once.

Then his own face appeared on screen, a brief glimpse of real footage mixed with the film’s narrative.He didn’t even remember filming that weekend.

Y/N immediately turned to him, beaming. She nudged his elbow lightly and whispered, “Look—it’s you!”

Her smile was warm and wide, like she was genuinely delighted to see him, not just impressed. It wasn't awe. It was something quieter, more personal.

He smiled back, heart tripping over itself.

“I know,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

She turned her attention back to the screen, still grinning.

Lando barely blinked for the next twenty minutes, not because the movie was riveting, but because she was. The way she tilted her head. The way she laughed quietly at one of the fake commentator’s quips. The way she mouthed "oh no" when a crash scene unfolded in slow motion. It was simply adorable.

He wanted to ask what she thought. He wanted to hear her break it down. He wanted to ask if she really liked it or was just being polite. He wanted to say her reactions was the cutest thing he ever witness.

Then, somewhere around the halfway point, the film quieted.

A sad scene, a hospital room, a driver injured, a teammate crying.

Y/N didn’t say anything. She just stilled.

Then, without looking at him, without asking, she reached out and gently gripped his arm.

Her fingers closed just above his elbow, soft but firm. Like she needed to hold onto something.

Lando froze.

She didn’t even notice. She kept watching, lost in the story, lips pressed together now, her gaze shining faintly in the glow of the screen.

But Lando didn’t even know what was happening in the film anymore. His brain had short-circuited.

All he could feel was the warmth of her hand against his jacket. Her thumb resting lightly near the inside of his elbow. His heart, hammering so loudly he was sure someone in the row ahead could hear it.

He swallowed.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t dare breathe too loudly.

By the time the scene faded into another racing montage, she let go, almost absentmindedly, not even aware she’d been holding on.

But Lando still hadn’t recovered.

The movie carried on, drama, rivalry, betrayal, all the classic beats. But Lando still hadn’t settled. Not really. Not since she touched him.

He tried to focus. Tried to reorient his brain back to the plot.

And that’s exactly when it happened.

The screen cut to a new scene: private quarters, dim lighting, soft music humming beneath the dialogue. A whispered exchange between the film’s lead and his love interest.

Lando didn’t think much of it, until the first moan hit.

Loud. Very loud.

He tensed immediately.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Beside him, Y/N shifted.

The moaning continued, paired with very clear visuals. Hands. Skin. Mouths. Legs.

And sounds. Why were the sounds so detailed?

Lando stared straight ahead, jaw locked. His hands gripped the armrest like he was preparing for a crash landing.

He could feel the heat crawl up his neck, into his face, and behind his ears. He could feel the blood rushing into his ears.

Do. Not. Look. At. Her.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

But he did. Just a glance.

She had her hand up near her mouth, two fingers resting lightly against her lips. Not covering them. Just… there. Her eyes were still on the screen, but her brows had knit together, and her posture had stiffened just enough to confirm: she felt awkward, too.

And when she caught him looking, just barely, from the corner of her eye, she gave him the tiniest smile. A helpless, half-embarrassed, “what the hell is this” kind of smile.

He huffed out a breath.

It wasn’t a laugh. Not exactly. But it wasn’t panic either.

The scene dragged on another twenty seconds too long, and Lando genuinely considered walking out and pretending to get a drink. He’d rather fake a sprained ankle than sit through another hyperrealistic kiss-cut-to-bed-movement audio loop right next to the girl he was desperatly into.

But then, blessedly, it ended.

The music faded. The next scene opened on a sunrise.

Lando exhaled slowly and dared to glance at her again. This time, she looked at him, really looked at him, her cheeks faintly pink.

She whispered, “That was... intense.”

He whispered back, “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

She chuckled softly under her breath, clearly still embarrassed, but not running away from it.

And in that weird, horrible, mortifying moment, something shifted. Because instead of the perfect, poised girl who seemed too calm, too composed, too above it all, there she was.

Awkward.

Human.

Blushing.

Just like him.

And somehow, Lando found himself smiling back.

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[mercvry-glow]

a girls guide to shopping

parings. michael robinavitch x bratty!reader

summary. a shopping trip goes sideways after a teenager clocks your shit at a panty sale. thankfully your hot doctor boyfriend knows what's best.

warnings. age gap (robby early 50s, reader late 20s early 30s), reader gets punched, and passes out, hospital setting, robby is a little stressed and sassy but so is reader, pretty light overall, let me know if there's anything else!

notes. I love them your honor! sorry for not posting for a few days while i figured out these stories/dynamics. always feel free to request dynamics like these, I love them more than anything else! as always any and all feedback is appreciated!

wc. 1900+

Coming into the ER while you were supposed to be shopping was a total fucking downer. Once, the mall had been a magical place—a glittery,  pretzel scented wonderland where you could lose hours drifting between candle shops and designer racks, sipping iced lattes and swatching lip gloss on the back of your hand like a civilized woman.

Now? Now it was the place where you got decked in the face by some teenage gremlin in low-rise jeans over a pair of lace panties.

And because you were a grown adult, you couldn’t even swing back.

Tragic.

You didn't even remember hitting the floor. Just the sharp, burning pop in your nose, the stars behind your eyes, and then—darkness. The paramedics told you you were out cold for maybe ninety seconds, but it was long enough to wake up under fluorescent lights, head pounding and crop top slightly askew.

“We got a female, LOC for approx one minute,” one of the EMTs was saying now as they wheeled your stretcher through the ER. “Vitals stable, GCS fifteen, alert and oriented, just... uh... kinda pissed.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” you muttered, clutching the melting bag of ice someone had tossed at your face like it could fix your whole life.

“Can you tell us your name again?” asked the other paramedic—young, blonde, and way too chipper for your taste.

“Yeah. It’s ‘I want a lawyer.’”

He snorted. “Okay, feisty’s good. You remember what happened?”

“I got my shit rocked by a seventeen-year-old with acrylics and rage issues over a five-dollar thong. And I swear to God, if I have to get my nose redone, someone’s getting sued. Possibly everyone!”

The paramedic just chuckled again and turned to the nurse approaching the stretcher. “We got a real diva on our hands.”

“Do not diminish me,” you snapped, even as you adjusted your messy bun and adjusted your once cute, now bloodied, jacket. “I am a victim of retail violence.”

The nurse—a tan-skinned, shorter woman with dark hair, and a clearly unbothered attitude—just gave you a once-over. “Put her in Bay 3. Maybe Dr. Robby can talk her down.”

You blinked. “Wait. Did you just say Robby?”

The paramedic raised an eyebrow. “You know him?”

Oh, you knew him.

You dated him.

Michael Robinovitch: broody, brilliant, perpetually annoyed trauma doc. Your boyfriend. Also, the last person on earth you wanted to see you laid out in a hospital bed with smeared lip gloss and a possible concussion.

You shot upright slightly—then immediately winced and laid back down.

“Please don’t tell him it’s me,” you whispered like it was a state secret. “Lie. Say I died. Switch my name with someone else’s. Say I’m contagious.”

The nurse smirked. “Yeah, he’s gonna love this.”

That was the moment you knew you were screwed.

The curtains around North-3 weren't soundproof, but you were trying to pretend they werer. You laid there with an ice pack balanced across your nose and a mild headache blooming behind your eyes. The ER smelled like bleach and overworked nurses, and you were pretty sure one of your press-on nails had popped off in the ambulance.

The nurse—Princess, according to her badge—was updating something on the computer, tapping the keys like she’d done this a thousand times. She had a chill vibe, low braid, cute scrubs. Honestly, you respected her.

“So, just to confirm,” she said without looking up, “you fainted in Victoria’s Secret?”

You sighed. “Technically, I passed out next to a panty display. Slightly more dignified.”

Princess grinned. “Right.”

“I had a head injury,” you added defensively. “And that girl came flying at me like I personally wronged her.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get trampled.”

“Thank you for your concern,” you said, deadpan. “I didn’t get to buy my stuff either.”

Princess chuckled. “I’ll put that in your chart.”

You slumped back onto the gurney, closing your eyes. This was officially the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you. Which was saying something, considering you once accidentally sexted your building manager.

The sound of hurried footsteps pulled your attention to the hallway.

“Where is she?” came a familiar voice. Calm, but rushed. Less annoyed than… worried.

Your stomach dipped.

Princess didn’t even glance over. “There it is.”

You opened your eyes, sitting up slowly. “He’s here?”

“Yup.”

“Do you know if he’s like—mad?”

Princess finally looked up at you. “He looked… like he needed to know you were okay.”

You bit your lip. “Ugh. That’s worse.”

The curtain pulled open gently—no dramatic whip, no scolding.

There he was.

Dr. Michael Robby Robinovitch. Brown hair slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it on the way down, stethoscope hanging around his neck, scrubs just a little rumpled. His eyes landed on you immediately, softening the second he saw your face.

“You fainted over a pair of underwear?”

Your smile dropped. “Excuse me, I was attacked over a pair of underwear.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but he didn’t laugh. He stepped inside quietly, pulling the curtain mostly shut behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low.

“I mean, my face hurts and my dignity’s practically, but otherwise? Sure.”

He moved closer, reaching out carefully to lift the ice pack away. “Let me see.”

You let him, even though the swelling around your nose made you feel anything but cute. He studied you for a second, then met your eyes.

“Doesn’t look broken. We’ll scan just to be safe.”

You tried to joke. “If I need a nose job, I’m getting a cute one.”

His mouth twitched. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hand gently on your knee.

“I got paged when they brought you in,” he said quietly. “Didn’t know it was you until I heard the report and someone described you as all ‘crop top’ and ‘attitude.’”

You laughed, even though your head throbbed a little when you did. “Hell yeah.”

“I was worried,” he admitted, thumb brushing lightly over your knee. “You don’t just faint. That’s not you.”

“I didn’t mean to be dramatic,” you said softly. “I just… kind of blinked and hit the floor.”

“You don’t have to explain. You’re here. That’s what matters.”

You exhaled, letting yourself relax for the first time since the mall.

He looked at you again, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

You smirked. “You really can’t, look what I get up too.” 

Robby didn’t move right away. His hand rested on your knee, thumb tracing quiet, reassuring circles through the thin hospital blanket. You shifted slightly, trying not to wince at the dull ache spreading from the bridge of your nose up into your forehead.

“Do I look terrible?” you asked, your voice lower now.

He glanced up from your chart, his soft brown eyes sweeping across your face—not with judgment, but with quiet focus. “You look like someone who took a hit and handled it.”

“So... still cute?” you teased lightly.

Michael’s lips curved, just barely. “Always.”

You smiled, then sighed. “This might be the most embarrassing day of my life.”

“Worse than the time you locked yourself out of the house in your underwear?”

“Low blow Mikey, low blow… and that was different. That was private shame. This is public, in my baby tee, with paramedics and nosy mall goers.”

He hummed softly, stepping back just as Princess peeked back in through the curtain, a clipboard in hand.

“Radiology’s ready,” she said with a kind smile. “You want a wheelchair or are you feeling steady?”

You started to sit up. “I’m fine. I can walk.”

Michael gave you a look—calm but pointed. “Let me help you.”

“I can do it.”

“I know,” he said, already offering a hand. “But let me anyway.”

You hesitated, then reached for him. His hand was warm and steady, and the way he hovered—not overbearing, just present—made you feel safe, even if your pride was still limping along behind you.

The walk down the hallway was quiet. The CT tech moved efficiently, guiding you through the scan with minimal small talk, and before you knew it, you were back in your bay, settling onto the stretcher again with a little more care than before.

Robby was waiting, flipping through a printout from radiology.

“Well?” you asked.

He glanced at you. “No fracture. No concussion. You’re just bruised, a little rattled too, but otherwise okay.”

You exhaled. “Good.”

He softened as he looked at you again, that quiet relief flickering behind his usual calm. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

Yet another nurse returned just then, handing over a water bottle and a stack of discharge instructions. “You’re free to go. Ice for the swelling, rest tonight, and take it easy for a couple days.”

Michael took the papers from your hands before you could even skim them. “I’ll go over these with her.”

You gave him a look but didn’t argue. It was kind of nice, having him take over. Quietly protective. Familiar.

They gave you a small smile. “Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

You nodded. “No more shopping trips. Lesson learned.”

Michael helped you off the bed with a gentleness that didn’t surprise you. As you reached for your bag, you felt his hand at the small of your back, guiding you without a word toward the exit.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, glancing up at him as the first doors opened.

He looked down at you, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. “Always.”

As the next set automatic doors hissed, the cool mid-day air brushed against your skin. The hospital parking lot glowed in the flickering daylight, and for the first time all day, things felt quiet. Still.

Michael walked beside you, not rushing, just staying close. You didn’t say much—didn’t really need to.

At your rideshare pickup spot, since you clearly hadn’t taken your car here. You stopped and turned toward him. He still had the discharge paperwork tucked under one arm, the other hand resting casually on the small of your back.

“You sure you’re okay to go?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Yeah. A little sore. A lot tired. But I’ll be fine, hopefully.”

His eyes searched yours for a moment, not quite convinced.

“You passed out,” he said gently. “That’s not nothing.”

“I know.”

“If anything feels off tonight—headache that gets worse, nausea, anything weird—call me.”

You nodded again, a little slower this time. “I will.”

He studied you for another beat, then stepped forward, brushing a stray piece of hair from your cheek. His hand lingered there, warm against your skin.

“I mean it,” he said. “Even if it’s just a gut feeling. Call me.”

You smiled softly. “Okay.”

Then, without any rush, he leaned in and kissed you—just a quick, careful kiss to your forehead, right above the bruise forming at your hairline. Tender and light. Like punctuation at the end of a sentence that didn’t need words.

“Rest,” he murmured. “I’ll check in later.”

You watched him for a second before stepping back toward the car that had just pulled up.

And even though your face still ached and your head felt like cotton, you suddenly felt a little better than you had all day.

mercvry-glow 2025

[adelliet]

Logan x f!reader

MEMORABLE RIDE

Summary: You went to the club with your friends and when it was time to go, you ordered a limo, but the girls didn't join so you took the ride alone, but this wasn't your only ride of the evening.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, age gap, strong language, fingering, nicknames (good girl, princess,…), unprotected sex (p i v)

Masterlist

A/n: Hello pookies! This is quite a short one-shot unlike the previous ones, but still there may be grammatical errors, for which I apologize. Also sorry if some parts don't make sense, English is not my native language! Thanks, enjoy <3

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"So are you coming or not?" you yell at your friends, trying to shout over the loud music. They were all sitting in a booth with their one-night stands, all dazed and drunk. They didn't hear you, despite their enthusiasm to have a good fuck today. Unlike them, you had no luck in finding a fuck-buddy. It wasn't that you weren't interested or didn't want to, but no one at the party was your type.

Your friends are into boys of the same age, while you prefer more mature men, older men who knows what they want. "Hey!" you yelled at them once more, at this point your throat started hurting. One of your friends finally heard you and gave you a cursory look. "No, we're not going, can't you see we're busy?" Julia said in her typical bitch tone, that you were already used to.

"But I already ordered a ride home" you furrow your eyebrows as you show her your phone screen. "So? Go home, we'll take care of ourselves" Kaylie said this time, making you realize they all heard you but just ignore you. They were just mocking you.

"Whatever" you breathed out and shook your head, deciding to leave. You love those girls, you really do, but when alcohol, drugs, and sex get into them, they're changed. Usually they apologize the next day and everything is back to normal, but sometimes you wonder if the ridicule is worth it.

When you finally squeezed through the crowd of people and nearly went blind from the beams of colored lasers, you stepped outside and took a deep breath. The club was incredibly hot and the air was thick in there, it was practically impossible to breathe, so the moment you stepped out, it was like a godsend.

You stayed on a spot for a while, just enjoying the clean air and the glowing lamps around you, until you noticed a black limousine on the other side of the sidewalk. That was for you. You quickly checked your makeup in your pocket-mirror, to see if you didn't look like a total mess and headed towards the limo.

On your way there, an old guy with a long gray beard and a black suit get out of the car. Even from a distance you could tell, that he's been gone through a lot in his life. He had a cute glasses on, his eyes squeezed, trying to read something in his phone. "Hi!" you said with a sweet tone and small smile.

You caught his attention immediately, making him groan annoyingly as he looked at you, but the moment he saw you, he needed to double check you. He carelessly scan you from the bottom up, his glasses sliding off his nose gently while he looked through his eye lids.

Before he could say anything you overtook him. "313, my code" you flashed him with your phone screen. He hastily blinked, his eyes watering from the brightness of your phone. He rudely took your phone and checked with a closer look. You awkwardly stood next to him until he hummed and handed you back your phone.

"Where are the others?" his voice was deep and grainy, showing his age. Hearing him for the first time made goosebumps all over your body and increased your heartbeat. "They...uh they're not coming, it's just me" you look behind your shoulder and glance at the club, remembering your friends words, before turning back.

He roll his eyes with a frustrated sigh. "Is that okay?" you asked him cautiously, automatically going to sit in the back of the limo, as he got into the driver's seat. "As long as you pay" you deduced, that hearing him talk is very rare thing and that was why it made it so special. Whenever he talks, his voice sends a sharp prick between your legs.

"Y-yeah I have the money..." you rummaged through your purse to check your wallet and you sigh with relief when you saw it there. The old man entered your location on the GPS and started the engine. The ride was quiet except for the songs on the radio, but you didn't mind, you watched things passing by from window. You could turn off your brain and relax.

"May I ask why you didn't take a taxi?" your rest didn't last long when you heard the wolf's voice again. It took you a while to recover and form a sentence in your head. "I guess I didn't think of that" you didn't want to tell the whole lore about your friends and how you naively thought you would drive all home together and enjoy the ride back, so you got a little carried away and spend a lot of money on a limo. All that so you are now sitting alone there and not didn't even enjoy the evening with some good fuck.

He was looking at you through the rear view mirror, sometimes you caught him and he swiftly looked back on the road. He could sense the dissapointment in your voice, but he didn't want to be intrusive, even though he was really interested in the story behind you.

"Aren't you cold?" another sharp hit into your core, when you heard his crisp voice. "Uhh no, it's fine, thanks" the thanks was almost inaudible as you looked down at your knees shyly. You honestly weren't surprised he asked, you were wearing a short top with a short black skirt. You hoped you don't look like some kind of slut, you wanted to impress him in a good way and if he told his friends about you, you didn't want him to call you a whore.

He nodded, quickly checking you in the mirror again before firmly focusing his attention on the road. That was his last sentence before the silence came again, broken by music from the radio and the sounds of cars outside. But it was soothing, the led lights were dark purple and before long your eye lids started being heavy and without realizing it, you fell asleep.

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Your body twitched and you instantly woke up, after you heard a sudden slam of the door. you rub your eyes and yawn tiringly, as you look from the window. You squinted your eyes when the lights of the gas station hit you, but after a while you got used to it, you try to orient yourself. When you wanted to check on the driver, he was gone. You tried to stay calm and not panic right away, as is your nature. You're only at the gas station, Logan must have gone to get gas or buy something, he doesn't want to bury you alive in the woods. Your paranoidness is really pathetic sometimes.

After a while, you heard a melody of door opening and immediately looked after the sound. Your eyes sparkle and your corners automatically lifted up when you saw him walking towards the limousine. Without realizing it, you felt a strange fluttering in your stomach when HE came into your sight. Feeling that you haven't experienced in a long time.

You watched his every step towards you, his serious expression still on his face with no sign of emotion. You sat back in the seat when Logan grabbed the handle and put his upper body into the car. "Hey...I was thinking you might want to drink something" he handed you one of his cups and gave you the cutest eyes you've ever seen. You though you were in a fever dream.

"Oh! T-thank you" you took the cup and giggle nervously, before your fingers touched by the process and you swear a spark jumped between you. The eye contact was intense, strong, almost romantic and none of you wanted to break it.

You hold your breath as you try to read his eyes, what he was thinking about. He flicked from your eyes to your lips quickly and then decided to go back to driver's seat. "Wait!" you stopped him quickly.

He bent down to see your face again and waited for your words. You didn't even know what you wanted. You had to think fast. "Can you...can you sit here with me for a while? I don't want to delay you, I just...I don't want to go home" you chuckle awkwardly as a side-smile appeared on your face.

Logan was quiet at first, again, not a single hint of any emotion in his face, but he got in and sat next to you, as you wished. He keeps the distance between you respectful, even though you wouldn't mind if he scoops a bit closer. "Why's that?" he raised his eyebrow and turned his head to you, looking deep into your eyes. You sighed and looked down while playing with your fingers.

"Well...it's a long story" you look back up at him, smiling softly. "I got time" his interest in you really warmed your heart and your inner self screamed with joy. Even though you are not a very extroverted person, you felt comfortable with him so he didn't have to tell you twice to talk.

"Well, today was supposed to be a hen party and originally, more girls were supposed to be here with me, but as you can see, that didn't quite work out...just a pinch of alcohol and they act like animals" you scoff and shake your head, being really pissed. You remember what they told you, how they treated you and didn't even give a hint of gratitude for the fact that you tried to get them a ride back.

"Oh...well-" he wanted to comfort you somehow, but you didn't finish and decided to confide properly. You surprised yourself. "You know, I really like them, but sometimes they act like total whores who only think about sex and dicks, not that there's anything wrong with that, but they just don't have any self-respect for themselves or others, and then I catch their rude behavior…”

You were so fired up about letting it all out that you didn't even realize the effect it must have on this man. When there was an awkward silence after your speech, you checked on him. He looked a little shocked but immediately cleared his throat and composed himself, so that he could finally react somehow, but you didn't let him, again.

"I have a pretty boring life, I admit, maybe I'm old-fashioned but I'm not really the type to sleep with the first guy I meet in a club..., anyway the answer to why I don't want to go home is simple, I still want to enjoy the freedom before going back to my awkward and boring office-life" this was the final speech and you felt amazing after that. Those words slipped out of your mouth so easily and you haven't confided in someone like this for a long time.

You sip from your cup loudly as the outrageous silence became really disconcerting. Your conscience began to eat away at you quickly, and since you didn't accept any answer, your nervousness grew rapidly. You started tapping your foot and gradually the shaking spread to your hands, which were holding the cup. You started to regret confiding so much and wanted to say something and save yourself a little, but a man's voice caressed your eardrums before you could speak.

"You don't look like someone who has a boring life" from everything you said you were surprised that he reacted to THAT but on the other hand, you were probably grateful for that, if he only reacted to the sex theme, it would probably put you both in an awkward situation. "Oh believe me, I really have…I'm not special" you smiled at him, your dimples shine as you try to read through his eyes again.

He frowned, that was the first facial movement you saw from him, you are finally getting somewhere. "C'mon your boyfriend sure thinks you're amazing" you chuckle softly and shake your head. "I don't have a boyfriend" "Really?" he answered, maybe too quickly, a big surprise in his voice. You nodded and couldn't stop smiling.

"You're telling me that a beautiful lady like you doesn't have a boyfriend?" you giggle again as a reaction to his compliment and shake your head. You felt like a little girl getting compliments from adults, it was exciting. "Damn…" he leaned back in disbelief, looking really surprised. "That's a shame, boys must flock to you" his compliments started being overwhelming and every time he said something nice to you, there was that sharp kick right into your clitoris that makes your core pulsating. At first you were a little embarrassed to be turned on by such an old man's praise, but later you didn't care and just enjoyed the moment.

"Not really...I'm quite quiet" "I noticed" he gave you a smile, which almost made you faint. That cruel nasty man was gone and replaced by a nice gentleman with beautiful eyes. "I'm Logan by the way" he offered you a hand to shake which you took almost immediately and your smile grew bigger. Logan. His name kept repeating itself in your head. It was quite an unusual but unique name that sounded very nice and you would get used to screaming it easily, to be honest. "Y/n" you shake your hands and let go, feeling a bit sad when your skins stopped touching.

"Y/n..." he repeated your name to himself quietly, looking at you up and down, not caring if you notice or not. His confidence was really visible and that only added to his attractiveness. Although you just said that your friends sometimes act like whores who only think about sex and dicks, now you've turned into one of them. A million scenarios started forming in your head and your pulsating started being unbearable every second Logan look at you.

You had no idea what kind of magic it was that he was so extremely attracted to you, in fact you had no idea, except that you wanted to ride him till you can't walk anymore in this fancy limousine. As if he read your thoughts and subtly started bending closer to you. You hold your breath once again, as the distance between your lips started getting smaller, until it barely existed.

You were inches away from touching each other lips, no one had the guts to destroy the barrier until Logan gave up and finally kissed you. As if he was afraid of what your reaction would be, his lips barely touching yours, he was very careful. He didn't want to scare you, but you were the oposite. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and goosebumps surrounded your body when you felt his lips, but you wanted more.

That's why you headlessly grabbed Logan's neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Logan wasn't so careful anymore as your tongues battled for dominance and your hands encircled each other's bodies. At the beginning there were slow, peaceful kisses that quickly turned into a hungry and merciless ones.

You didn't last long on your place and slowly moved away from your seat to sit on Logan. He devilishly smirk into the kisses as he feel your ass on his lap, where his boner was already growing. He was exploring your body, every inch of you, he wanted to remember it. He traveled from your long hair to your ass, which he squeezed from time to time. You panties were soaking wet and your natural instincts took control. You started moving your hips back and forth, desperate for even a little friction.

Your movements made Logan groan and squeeze your ass even harder, making you moan. Your lips were still firmly glued to each other, even though you wanted to see Logan's face as you rode him through your clothes. His body is tensed as he tries to keep his voice quiet, even that he doesn't do it very well. He was as desperate as you, from the moment he saw you you were on his mind and he couldn't let you go. There's a reason your friends didn't go with you and you're actually grateful to them. Really fucking grateful.

Logan was getting tired of touching you only through your clothes, so he lifted your skirt up a bit and touched your folds through your soaked panties. He chuckled at the feeling and let go of your lips, looking into your lustful eyes. "You're so fucking wet" he growled and started creating pressure between your legs that increased with every movement he made. You could finally throw your head back and enjoy his fingers, which for an old man were damn nimble. He definitely has a lot of experience.

Your pelvis automatically moved along with his hand as your palms rested on his chest. You throw your head back and started unbuttoning his pants, making him giggle. "Someone is impatient" you smiled, intensely focused on his pants until he made an illegal move. Your eyes shut and head drop, when he put your panties aside and finally touched on your bare wet folds. He was enjoying the view of you, how your face was squeezed and your quiet whimpers started echoing throughout the limousine, you were perfect.

He couldn't resist and had to thrust both fingers into you at the same time, forcing you to throw your head back and drop your jaw wide open. You felt so full when he was expanding your walls but that was just the beginning. His fingers started curling into you, smooth steady motions that were throwing you closer to your orgasm. “Logan” you were wailing his name over and over again as you started ride on his fingers. Your nails sank into his thighs but he barely felt it.

One of his hands was on your waist trying to keep you still at least a little bit, while the other was fingering you with no mercy. He noticed how you started clenching around him and even your moans started being cut off. You didn't need to tell him twice that you are about to cum right on his fingers, he knew it very well. You felt the weird feeling to go pee and your stomach started clenching, just a few more movements and you would cum, but he stopped.

He pulled his fingers out of you and you immediately look at him confused, sighing at the lost. He smiles, sucking his fingers and looking in your eyes while he taste you. He rolled his eyes and growls loudly. "Fuck you taste amazing" this sentence makes you wet again and your core pulsates even more than before. Logan let go of your weist and started clumsily taking off his pants. You quickly get up so you won't not to get in his way, and the moment his pants along with his boxers touched his ankles, he didn't hesitate for a second. He grabbed your hips harshly and eagerly forced you to sit on him.

You adored his impetuous behavior and how much he was craving for you, for your body, for the fuck. Even though he looked two hundred years old, he had an outrageous amount of energy in him and his body was bursting with adrenaline. You, on the other hand, weren't much different. Your horniness knew no bounds and the passion you felt was irreplaceable.

Your only focus was on Logan, you didn't care if anyone caught or heard you, you wanted him inside you no matter what. You look down at his penis, veiny, unshaven and huge. You gasped a little as the thought that this would all be inside you besieged you, but your excitement was much greater than your fear. "Surprised baby?" the craspy voice rang in your ears and you immediately look in front of you, his myschivious grin makes your core pulsates even more and the lust for orgasm was incalculable.

Your mouth filled with saliva and you weren't going to hold on to the anticipation any longer. You slowly started lowering yourself, your breath stuck in your throat as you felt his tip touching you. "Good girl, nice and slow..." Logan was looking down at the part where you two are going to connect, his strong arms still holding your hips and subtly forcing you to take him.

His words soothed and excited you at the same time, which is why his intrusion wasn't as painful. You groan loudly as his tip was fully inside you, already feeling full but that still wasn't the end. You change your hand placement to his chest, squeezing his boobs without realizing it, but Logan loved every moment of it. He decided to help you and slowly lifted up his hips, pushing further into you. Before long he was all inside you, you couldn't believe how full you were and how he was stretching your walls much more than before with his fingers. Your juice was already dropping on his cock, that was hard as a stone inside you.

He waited a while for you to get used to his length and during that he grabbed your neck and kissed you aggressively. When your hips started moving instinctively, he deduced that you were ready. With his hands still holding your hips, he was forcing you to move back and forth, heating up and creating pressure, like some type of foreplay. Your lips were still glued to his until you couldn't take it anymore and had to pull away to catch your breath. Your head dropped as your whining grew louder and louder.

“Yeah that's it princess…” he growled as he watched your face, still holding you tightly. His pelvis started moving along with yours, his pulse increased and his breathing slowed down. “Such a good girl” the endless compliments only helped to bring you closer to your climax and he was well aware of that. You look up through your eye lids, seeing him intensely focused with furrowed eyebrows send a chill down your spine.

You gradually began to pick up your pace and strength, each movement bringing you both closer and your moans getting louder. The car was starting to smell like sex and the atmosphere around you was getting thick. Logan wanted more, so he makes your hips go up and then thrust down. You scream his name as he did it again, but this was exactly what you both needed. He helped you a bit but after a while you could jump on him by yourself, the incredibly lust to reach your orgasm made you forget about exhaustion.

Logan dropped his jaw and shut his eyes as your ass was clapping against his thighs. His dick was twitching inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. That spongy sensitive spot calling the cervix sends incredible waves of pleasure whenever he hits it. You both were sighing in a rhythm as the juicy sounds started getting louder. “That's it baby…that's it” with a struggle he praised you again and banged you, desperately trying to finally reach his orgasm.

You knew you won't last long anymore. The overwhelming tense feeling started shutting down all your senses. Goosebombs jumped on every part of your body as you squeezed his breasts hard, making him chuckle. "C'mon baby, give it to me" this was the last straw when he gave you this green flag to cum. You put all your strength and energy into your hips and into finally achieving what you longed for. You slowly throw your head back again and just whimper quietly, as your hips took on the incredible speed of light.

When the feeling of going to pee and release finally washed over you, your entire body tensed and you shiver. You were paralyzed and your hips stopped moving when you finally reached your golden orgasm. But Logan didn't stop and when he felt how hard you clenched around him and saw your cumming face, he lost his control in hips and cum just few seconds after you. He emptied his balls into you, not missing a single drop and grunted very VERY loudly as he nearly crushed your hips. When you both calmed down a bit, the only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing.

"Fuck you were...incredible" you breathed out and Logan chuckled, nodding as a acceptence of your compliment. "You too sweatheart" you looked into his eyes with a surprised expression. He gave you those nicknames during sex, that's why you were shocked when he told you after it too. Your corners lifted up and your heart melts, making it hard for Logan to resist and he needed to kiss you one more time. But this time it was a long, romantic kiss that you hadn't received in decades.

When he pulled away, leaving just a tiny space between your noses, your teasing mood started setting in. "You lasted quite long for an old guy" he furrowed his eyebrows but smiled, as he sensed your teasing behavior. "Oh really?" he tsks before he asked ironically and you just hummed. "Say that again and you'll regret it" he warned you but you knew it was just a part of the teasing-play you had going on. "Okay, sorry, grandpa" you devilishly smile as you said the last word.

"That's it" Logan grabbed you and threw you gently on the floor of the limousine, making you smile. He started kissing you aggressively with his dick still deeply inside you.

"You won't be able to walk after this"

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[fairytaleendingss]

Room for One More?

Chapter 7

Summary: The group Christmas party takes a few unexpected turns.

CW: Swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of boobs?, sexual references.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

So I may have stayed up until 2am finishing this last night so that I could have it posted on schedule but it also might be my favourite chapter so far!

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The apartment looked amazing. You'd gone all out with decorating in preparation for this evening's Christmas party. There were lights and candelabras adorning just about every available surface in the room. A garland was laid out across the TV stand and the table was set with your favourite Christmas place setting. You'd even hung mistletoe in the entryway.

You looked yourself over in the mirror once more. You were dressed in your brand new dress, your hair pinned up in a simple, yet elegant updo and you're favourite red lipstick coated your lips. It was important to you that you made a good impression tonight. Despite having already spent a significant amount of time with the group, this was your first time hosting and you'd put a lot of effort into making it perfect.

You took one last deep breath, adjusting your dress slightly where it sat on your shoulders and stealed yourself for an entrance.

The smooth notes of "Last Christmas" filled the air around you as you pushed open the bedroom door. You could hear voices drifitng from the living room. Your guests had arrived.

Exiting the comforting confines of your room, you couldn't help the nerves that wracked through you. That was only amplified when eyes fell upon your form.

"Oh my god!"

Mary was the first to speak, exclaiming loudly with that endearing enthusiasm that she always seemed to exude.

"You look incredible!"

She charged towards you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. You melted into her touch, her excitement helping to ease your nerves ever so slightly.

"Thanks, Mary. So do you!" you told her earnestly. She looked stunning in a silky, red, wrap dress.

"And look at this place!" she continued, pulling away and gesturing around the room. "Did you do this?"

"I had some help," you responded, glancing over at Sirius and James. They were standing beside the tree, chatting to Peter with drinks in hand.

It was at that moment that Sirius looked over to you and his eyes almost bulged fair out of his skull at the sight. He blinked at you senselessly for a moment, completely zoning out of the conversation he'd previously been a part of you. You chuckled lightly, winking and sending him a flirtatious wave across the room.

Unbeknownst to you, Mary was observing the interaction, a curious look of suspicion crossing her features.

"Well, then," She stated after a moment. "Shall we get you a drink?"

You nodded, smiling back at her. "I'd love that."

The two of you linked arms as you headed into the kitchen. Sirius' gaze followed you the whole way there.

--

The room was filled with people dancing and laughing and drinking. The party so far seemed to be a smashing success. You were sitting on the couch, positioned next to Lily while Dorcas sat on the oveseat, Marlene huddled in her lap. Mary was perched on the coffee table, engrossed deeply in a story about a man who'd attempted to ask her on a date in a bookshop earlier that week.

"I could tell he was hovering," she explained. "But I chose to ignore him for the most part. I was in the Crime and Thriller aisle when he approached and I kid you not, he looked me dead in the eyes and said 'I have a library card, can I check you out?'".

The group erupted into fits of laughter.

"But you weren't even in a library! It was a book shop right? That doesn't even make any sense!" Dorcas pointed out.

"I know!" Mary chuckled. "I just looked at him like he was crazy and told him I'm seeing someone. Not that I would've ever gone out with him even if I wasn't!"

"Ugh, men are ridiculous," Marlene remarked. "Luckily for me, they aren't something I have to worry about."

She leaned up and planted a sloppy kiss on Dorcas' cheek causing the girl to flinch away and groan dramatically, eliciting another ripple of laughter.

You took a sip of your cocktail. It was lovely and sweet; a combination of gin, prosecco and canberry juice. Mary had insisted on making them for the party. She called it a "Gin-gle Bell Fizz."

"So, y/n," Suddenly attention was on you as Lily piped up from your right. "Have you been seeing anyone recently?"

You inhaled sharply, accidentally swallowing wrong and causing yourself to sputter for a moment as you placed your glass down on the table.

"Oh no. Not at all," you chuckled, once you'd managed to regain your breath. "I've been lacking in the area of romance for quite some time, honestly."

"Really?" Dorcas pressed, and you nodded sheepishly.

"I'm surprised to hear you say that," Lily respoded kindly. You were sure that in the time you'd known her, you'd discovered the lovliest person on the planet. "You're so beautiful! Anyone would be lucky to have you!"

"I concur!" Marlene agreed. "You're a hit, babe. It's only a matter of time. I'm sure half of London has the hots for you by now."

You chuckled lightly. "Thanks everyone. Careful or you'll give me an ego."

"Don't worry. No matter how inflated it gets, it'll surely never be as large as James'," Dorcas announced, prompting another round of laughter.

"What's as large as me?"

As if on cue, James appeared behind you, leaning down over the couch so that his head was pertruding into your conversation.

"We were just talking about how hot, y/n is," Marlene chirped.

"Well you aren't wrong there," James smirked. "What'dya think I bought her that dress for?"

Mary raised a brow. "You bought her that, did you?"

He winked at her slyly. "Call it an early Christmas gift."

That's when Sirius appeared, Remus by his side.

"Speaking of gifts," he chimed in. "Who's ready for Secret Santa?"

"Oooh yes!"

That came from Peter, who was just returning from the kitchen with drinks for himself and Sybil.

"I call Santa!" James exclaimed, jumping up from his spot and rushing towards the tree as everyone took their seats.

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"What on earth is this?"

James was surpressing a laugh as he ripped the last of the wrapping paper from his gift.

"They're shot glasses!" Marlene exclaimed as if that much wasn't obvious. She was leaning back in her chair, arms folded and a smug smirk across her face.

"They have tits!"

"I know! Classy aren't they?"

He held one of the glasses up so everyone could see and sure enough, they were shaped like the curves of a female body. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the gift.

"And there are four in there, so each of you boys can use one," Marlene stated. "You know, just in case you were forgetting what they looked like-"

"Oh come off it!" Sirius responded, giving Marlene a playful shove from where he sat beside her as she giggled. "I get plenty of action, thank you very much. I'm the lead singer of a band, remember?"

She shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night!"

"Okay next!" James shouted, sitting his gift aside and rumaging once again under the tree. After a moment he retreated, his lop-sided santa hat (that he'd insisted on wearing) snagging on one of the branches and causing everyone to burst into a flurry of laughter.

"Alright," he announced once his hat was righted. "This one is for y/n!"

He passed you the gift, a small box wrapped in shiny gold wrapping. Excitedly, you pulled off the bow and began to tear into the paper, all eyes on you as the gift was unvailed.

Inside was a small, red box. On top of it was a tag, decorarted with the words, "For your new beginning here with us."

You pulled it open and couldn't stop yourself from gasping at what was inside.

It was a gold necklace with an ornate dragonfly charm, one that matched almost exactly with the orament on your tree. You pulled it out to inspect it closer.

"Oh my god! This is beautiful!"

Your eyes scanned the circle of people, looking for an indication of who might have given you the gift. You knew that your roommates were the only ones who new about your Christmas ornament so it had to be one of them. You already knew that James had Mary so that just left... Sirius. It had to be Sirius.

It made sense now as to why he didn't want to help you with your shopping. He apparently didn't want to give anything away.

You caught his eye across the room and sent him a genuine smile. One which he returned. You're heart felt fuzzy at the sentiment.

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Secret Santa had been a hit, if you did say so yourself. Dorcas had absolutely fawned over the set of paintbrushes you'd gotten her and everyone else seemed reasonably satisfied with their presents.

You then sat down to eat dinner, and having each brought a plate of food, the meal seemed decently well-rounded. As you tucked into the turkey James had prepared, you said a silent prayer of thanks that you hadn't been made to serve this entire group. Let's just say you were a much better party host then caterer.

After dinner, your guests had retired to the couch where slightly tipsy game of 'Cards Against Humanity' had commenced (at Sirius' request, of course. According to Marlene, he'd been pulling that game out at every group gathering since high-school.)

You and Peter had volunteered to tidy up the plates before you joined them and ended up in a surprisingly interesting dicussion about the Botany course he'd briefly taken during University.

Towards the end of the conversation, you'd recieved a message from your Mum double checking the dates for your Christmas visit and you realised that your phone was down to 10%.

"Could you excuse me for a moment?" You asked Peter as you placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Sure," he nodded gently. "If we're finished up here, I'll go join the others."

"Yeah, go for it. I'll be there in a second," you told him and quickly ventured down the hallway with the intent of plugging your phone in in your bedroom.

You responded to your Mum's message on the way and absentmindedly threw the door of your room open without even thinking to knock.

"Oh my god!" you shouted as you entered.

Mary and Lily pulled away from each other in a flash, from where they'd been interlocked in a passionate kiss only a moment prior.

Mary shushed you quickly, pulling you into the room and Lily rushed to push the door closed.

You all fell silent for a moment, listening as to whether anyone outside had heard you, however, a ripple of laughter told you that they were still absorbed in the game.

"What the hell?" you questioned, eyes wide as you looked between the two of them. Lily looked extremely embarassed, her face almost as red as her hair as she bit her lower lip.

Mary, on the other hand, just shrugged. "Surprise, I guess?"

"Are you two together?" You questioned, still trying to process the scene unfoldng before you. A realisation dawned on you a second later. "Mary, is Lily who you've been secretely seeing?"

Mary sighed, taking a seat on your bed as she thought over her next words carefully. "I wanted to tell you. We just weren't ready for it to come out in the group yet. We didn't want to make it a whole big thing."

You nodded thoughtfully, taking a seat on the bed beside her. Lily stood in front of you, fiddling with the rings on her fingers nervously.

"This is kind of new to us," she gestured between them and instantly you understood what she was referring to. "And we're still just figuring everything out."

You gave her a small smile, eyes drifting between the two girls. "Well... I'm really happy for you. You guys are a good match."

Mary smiled, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulder. Lily seemed to relax a little.

"Thanks, girl," Marry said softly. "We appreciate that."

It was then that another, more invasive thought entered your mind.

"Oh god, Lily. James is going to freak out! He's been pining after you since forever!"

Lily let out a lofty sigh, looking immensely guilty. "I know. Which is why you can't tell him, okay? Or anyone."

You furrowed your brows. "Of course I won't tell anyone... but guys, these are your best friends. You can't keep sneaking around forever. You're going to have to tell them at some point."

"We know," Mary muttered. "We're just trying to figure out the right time to do it."

"But we promise we will," Lily added. "Soon. I mean, someone was bound to catch us sooner or later."

"Although, I'm glad it was you and not Sirius," Mary joked. "He cant keep a secret to save his life. Especially from James."

You chuckled lightly. "Yeah, you're right about that."

"So... you're really okay with all this?" Lily questioned. You could tell on her face that she was worried about putting you in an uncomforable situation.

You sighed and sent her a small smile. "Yeah of course. It's not my place to tell anyone about your personal situations. You have to do that when you're ready."

"Thanks, hun, you're the best!" Mary exclaimed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a sideways hug.

You just chuckled as Lily gave you a warm smile.

"And just so you know, I think you guys make a really cute couple."

Lily turned bright red once more.

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A few hours later, the party drew to a close. Peter and Sybil were the first to leave, followed shortly after by Dorcas and Marlene.

You said goodbye to Mary and Lily around 1am and the four of you who lived at the apartment stayed up a little while longer to tidy up before you went to bed.

Remus said goodnight earlier than the rest of you, as he was having trouble with his knee again. And you sent James off after him when you noticed how his eyes were falling shut while he was picking up wrapping paper.

Eventually, you and Sirius were all that was left. It was the dead of night by that point, and the city had grown silent. There was something peaceful about it, you observed, being awake while the rest of the world was sleeping. For a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

Sirius smiled when he caught you gazing out of the widow at the cityscape. There were a few cars still driving on the road below, a few stray lights on in apartment windows, a few little signs of life peering through an otherwise silent metropolis.

Sirius approached you slowly, coming to stand behind you as you looked out at the night-covered skyline.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

"Those people down there, driving," you responded. "I wonder where they're going?"

Sirius chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound that welled from somewhere in his chest.

"It's a bit late for a drive, you'd think."

You hummed in response. "Isn't it odd to think about how life doesn't just exist around you?"

Sirius frowned. "What do you mean?"

You shrugged. "Like, the idea that every single person that you see through their apartment window, or pass on the street, or who's driving one of those cars down there, is living their own individual life. They each have their own stories; their own friends and family and lovers. There's just so many people in the world and most of them, we'll never cross paths with even once."

Sirius pursed his lips. "Wow. That is odd. I can't say I've ever really thought of it like that."

You turned around towards him, the countours of your face highlited in the dim lamp-light.

"Don't you ever wonder about your fans? Who they are? What their life is like? To think that there could be all these people out there listening to the music you created, and you may never even know their names."

Sirius pushed a low breath from his lips. "What a philosophical way to end a Christmas party."

You scoffed loudly and rolled your eyes. "Sorry to ruin the mood."

"It's no problem, love. As long as you had a fun time."

He placed his large hands on your upper arms and you couldn't fight the smile that arose. "I had a wonderful time. Did you?"

He returned your smile. "Best Christmas party yet!"

You giggled softely and he placed a kiss on your forehead. "Come on, it's getting late. We should head to bed."

You nodded and pulled away to gather your things. As you did so, your eyes fell on the box containing the necklace you'd recieved for Secret Santa. Another smile graced your lips at the sight of it.

"Hey Sirius?" You called out, just as the boy began to head towards his bedroom door.

"Yeah, doll?"

"I just wanted to say, thank you so much for your gift. It's so wonderful and thoughtful. I absolutely love it!"

A slight frown came over Sirius' face. "Uh... as much as i'd love to take the credit for it, I didn't get that for you."

Your brows furrowed. "Really?"

Sirius shrugged. "Sorry. I had Remus."

"Well then who..."

Your question trailed off as your eyes fluttered to the aformentioned man's door. No. Surely not. It couldn't be!

Remus?

He'd never get you a gift that thoughtful... would he?

You looked down at the necklace as Sirius bid you a final goodnight. Your finger gently drifted over the dragonfly pendent and then to the note that was stuck to the top of the box.

"For your new beginning here with us."

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[apricot-blossomss]

Okokokok hear me out right

The reader is friends with hermes (God or moral reader, your choice!) And they asked hermes to deliver a love letter for them! Days, even weeks go by and Hermes still hasn't delivered it. He doesn't want to, he doesn't want the reader to be directing their attention at anything but him. Maybe this love interest will get tired of waiting! Maybe he should just hold onto it forever. Maybe he should just read the letter himself and decide if this person is good enough for the reader?

And then he reads it and its says something like "hermes I knew you couldn't stop yourself from reading this, I love you, you bastard"

Just an idea <3

☛ hermes steals f!bff!mortal!reader's love letter

☛ sfw; cw: a little suggestive; I got covid so I have some time on my hands

When you asked him for a favor, Hermes couldn't have imagined a world in which he wouldn't fulfill it. Up until now. Staring down at the pink envelope in his hands, he felt his chest constrict with a feeling that could be perfectly encapsulated in the word 'shit'.

"Hermes?"

"Huh?" He looked up into your eyes and kept staring as you laughed about his dumbfounded expression. Your lovely laugh didn't make the situation any better for him, though it usually did. Now, it only added to the growing whirlwind in his stomach, clawing at his insides, screaming at him 'too late, you're too late, idiot'.

"Can you deliver this for me?" you repeated the question. "It's for someone very important to me."

Why not him? Why weren't you sending it to him? He was important to you, he had to be more important to you than whatever douche this letter was for. Hermes had to swallow down the urge to rip the stupid thing to shreds. But it looked like you had put a lot of care into the letter. It even smelled of sweet citrus, which really pissed him off, because the smell was so utterly you and he didn't want any other man associated with it.

"Yeah, sure," he said, forcing a smile onto his face. Gods, it hurt. The worst of it was the way your smile brightened, your eyes so kind and happy when you gleamed up at him. This wasn't right, you only smiled at him like that. Right?

Without turning the letter to look at the addressee, Hermes stuffed it into his bag that was already filled to the brim without much care. Maybe the bag could accidentally slip over the ocean and spill all the letters. Or he could throw it into Hestia's fire and pretend it was an accident. Or maybe he could deliver the letter but hide it somewhere the guy would never find it. Then he would have delivered the letter, technically.

Over pondering this conundrum, his attentive eyes missed the nervous twitching of your fingers and your excited little glances, as well as the way you practically shoved him outside the door with some rushed goodbyes to run into your bedroom and scream into your pillow.

Hermes stood in front of the closed door and had been standing there for a good minute, but he couldn't get his quick feet to move. On the other side of that door was you. You, with the gentle eyes, the dazzling smile and the understanding heart. You, who was his solace after a long day, his joy, his best friend. Right. His best friend he should not have these thoughts about.

Oh, but how dearly he wished to break down these doors, walk up to you and kiss you. How he dreamt of coming home to you, not just in his head and heart but also in reality. Like he already did, he would knock in your window and you'd let him in as if he were a stray pigeon, laughing at his jokes and winks and flirtatious comments. But in his fantasy, it didn't stop there. No, you would kiss him and tell him how much you missed him, he'd surprise you with a romantic picknick and spend the night with you and fall asleep in your warm arms.

Blinking, Hermes snapped out of his daydreams and cursed himself. He was a leecher, thinking about his damn pretty best friend like that. Sighing, he pulled his hat deeper into his face, obscuring his eyes, and set off for his job with flying feet. Knowing damn well he would not be able to concentrate on a single thing today.

🪽

Hermes had never messed up so many deliveries as in the last two weeks- and it wasn't even on purpose. Unlike his father suspected, ever since he had accidentally opened Aphrodite's sex toy delivery. The smacking down still made him wince, even a good five days later. And Hermes tried to concentrate , he really did, but it was hard when the damn letter, still safely stored in his bag, lay heavily on his mind. Stupid, flimsy little thing.

Hermes didn't want to deliver it. He didn't want anyone to get it, and though the guilt ate him up from the inside, he couldn't deny it: he wanted you all to himself. Selfishly, greedily, he didn't want you to give your attention to any man but him- at least not in that way. And, hey, maybe if he procrastinated it long enough, the guy would get tired of waiting and you would just forget him. Maybe he should just hold onto the letter forever.

"Hermes?" you poked his cheek and the god snapped out of his whirlwind of thoughts. Sitting on your couch, he realized you had stood up before him. Your concerned eyes hovered over him and he had to gulp down the urge to pull you down into his lap so he could study them more closely. "Are you okay? You kinda spaced out there for a second."

"I'm fine, baby," he smiled, glancing up at you sheepishly. "I'm not myself tonight." Your forgiving smile was too much for him as he let his upper body slump forward. His head, luckily hat-less as always around you, weighed against your upper body and when it vibrated with your little laugh, Hermes savored the comforting feeling. Choosing to tempt fate and test his luck, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down into his lap, eliciting the most adorable squeak from you. He had to suppress the urge to bite you- you were just too cute.

Your friendship with Hermes had always been very affectionate. Lots of hugging, sitting halfway in each others laps, even sleeping next to each other sometimes, too which you would always wake up to an arm wrapped around your waist and a face in your neck. This open display of affection had you wonder first wether Hermes might see you as more than a friend, when his hand always dipped a little farther down, gripped a little tighter than necessary, when he buried his face in your neck and hugged you as if he never wanted to let go again.

Apart from the fact that having a literal god cling to you like a koala bear was a major ego boost, you really liked Hermes, in more ways than the platonic love you two shared. For weeks you had pondered how to do it and finally worked out a plan: you would give Hermes a love letter with a false address. If he delivered it, no one would read it, but if he liked you back and would try to read it...

"Where are we, like, in the plot?" Hermes muffled into your neck and you felt a light shiver run down your spine- you hoped he didn't notice, but you felt his signature grin form against your skin, and his hands departing from their grip on your hips with fingers like spiders up your sides. Squirming, you swatted them away and the god laughed, still holding you close.

"She slept with both of them and now she hates herself," you answered quickly to shut him up. Managing to get a hold of his hands, you pressed them down onto his lap with little resistance and squeezed them under your thighs to block their means of escape. A choking sound left Hermes' and the god coughed, slipping his hands away and placing you next to him on the couch.

Ouch.

What you didn't know was the war for self-control raging inside your best friend the minute you placed your thighs so deliciously and grabbable over his hands. When his daydreams had, up to now, consisted of confessing your love to each other and innocent kissing, he now felt the overwhelming urge to grab you by the thighs, flip you over on your little couch and have you scream out his name- and his name only. For that one, Hermes gave himself a mental beating and gave you a little smile to conceal his red cheeks- and the fact that you would get wind of his predicament if you only looked down into his lap.

"Sounds great!" Honestly, he didn't even remember your answer to his question, and his overly enthusiastic reaction had you giggling. And that was really all he needed to be happy. Why did he want more? Why was he so insatiable?

The movie was pretty boring, and you seemed to think so too, because your gaze wandered frequently and you caught his incessant staring multiple times. But neither of you turned it off, because really, it was fine. Sitting next to to each other, your head coming to rest on your shoulder at some point, his hand slipping into yours in a completely platonic way.

“Hermes?” you asked when the love interest on screen started to have an intense melodramatic meltdown (Hermes did feel seen).

“Hm?”

"Have you... delivered that letter yet?" You fidgeted with your fingers nervously, but Hermes' stomach dropped down to his feet at least. Shit.

"What letter?" Hermes could have punched himself in the face.

"The love letter I gave to you," you explained carefully. "It's just... I never got an answer so I thought maybe you lost it or..." Your voice droned off and you bit down on your lip nervously. Was Hermes purposefully avoiding the topic? Had he read the letter and now wanted to ignore it out of existence because he didn't feel the same way? You had been so sure there was more to it. At least he wasn't making fun of you, but it was still humiliating, thinking he had read those lines and-

"Ah, that one!" Hermes exclaimed and you flinched at his loud tone. A nervous chuckle left his lips. "Uh yeah, I'm so sorry, baby, I must have forgotten about that one, I forget things sometimes, lots of stuff to deliver and sometimes letters get left behind and..." His rambling droned off and he bit down on his lip like a child caught in a lie, looking up at you.

Your understanding smile nearly killed him. It would have, if it could have. Hermes felt like the biggest asshole when you sighed relieved. "Ah, good, I was a little worried." Fittingly, the lady on screen screamed loudly about how much she hated herself and Hermes pondered over how he could relate to every single one of these over-the-top characters.

🪽

"Good night," you smiled as Hermes exited the door and turned around to you. You were dressed all oversized and cuddly with those warm winter socks and looked just about irresistible. Especially with the way the stars reflected in your wide, slightly tired eyes.

Following a shy impulse, he didn't give you a hug, as usual, but pressed a kiss to your warm cheek. When he pulled away, he did feel satisfaction at the way your face had heated up visibly, even in the dim light. "G'night, baby," he grinned with new fervor and a dreadful feeling in his stomach.

When he turned to leave and pushed himself off the ground to fly up into the air, his decision was made. He would deliver the damn letter. No longer would he be in the way of your happiness. If this guy really was who you wanted...

But, Hermes pondered as the houses of your neighborhood shrunk down to little lights, like the sky but below him, and one of the stars was you. But he should make sure this person was good enough for you. And have an address in case they weren't.

Stopping mid-air, Hermes pulled out the dreaded pink envelope. Not recognizing the address, he decided to look for clues in the letter itself. If you were to ask him, the envelope just kind of ... slipped open and the letter just sort of slipped out of there. When he pulled it out, the familiar smell hit him. After two weeks in his bag, the envelope had lost your smell, but it still stuck to the letter it self. With slightly trembling hands, he unfolded the paper, surprised to find only a few lines written in your handwriting.

Hermes, I knew you wouldn't able to stop yourself from reading this. The address is fake, this letter is for you. I love you, you idiot.

Below that, you had given him three options to pick: () don't ever come near me again, () let's ignore this ever happened because you are the shrek to my donkey, () I love you too. Your messy handwriting on that part had him smile, because he could picture you writing the letter, becoming unsure of yourself and scribbling three options down.

Hermes didn't even bother ticking off option three. He had no time to waste. Within seconds, he was bolting down to earth with the speed of a meteor, the wind howling in his ears, the letter firmly in his hand. You were completely right. He was an idiot. But an idiot who was about to make all your time of waiting up to you.

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[deathbxnny]

hey i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner looking really good dressed up?? also i love ur writing!!

Arcane characters reacting to their s/o dressed up really pretty. | Vi, Ekko, Jinx x Gn!Reader

Thank you for the request, Anon, and I hope you'll enjoy this!!<3

Content: Established romantic relationships, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VI

"Ooh... where are we going?" A wide grin rested on her lips as she watched you put on your fancy shoes and straighten out the last details of your pretty attire. "I'm going out with a couple friends." In other words, she was not invited. But Vi couldn't hear you over the sound of her mind spinning with many different thoughts.

Humming, she leaned against a wall next to you, intensely dark eyes staring you down with a glint that made you shake your head in defiance. "No." "Oh come on, Cupcake! Do you really have to go out today? I mean... I can go along. It's dangerous around this time of the night and-" "-Viiii. I can take care of myself." She pouted at your clear disagreement, hardly attempting to even hide how much she loved the way you looked.

"Aw... please? At least let me tag alone so I can show you off to everyone." Typical. And yet, you had a hard time denying her anything when her hands suddenly sneaked around your waist so smoothly. She always got what she wanted out of you in the end. Not that you necessarily minded.

"Fineeee... but keep your hands to yourself around them." You huff out whilst your heart warmed a t the sight of pure excitement on her face. But the slyness in her smirk didn't leave as she gratefully kissed your cheek and let go. "Can't promise you that when you're looking so good, unfortunately... but I'll try. For now."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you let her happily run off to get ready, glad that she enjoyed your outfit a lot.

》EKKO

He was stunned at the sight of you emerging from the bedroom, fully dressed up so beautifully it left him speechless. The Firelights were having a huge festival in celebration of a recent successful mission, and of course, you were both expected to look your best. And you weren't the type to ever disappoint either.

It was rare to see you dressed up so nicely, the cute outfit being one he had only seen a small couple of times before due to your line of work and life circumstances. But in his mind, you looking so good was a sign of success. He wanted you to be able to dress that way every day, perhaps another motivation of his to continue going.

"How do I look?" You ask, the nervous tone in your voice making his eyes soften even further. "You look great. Who are you trying to impress, hm?" His words were playful as he grabbed your waist carefully. Ekko mirrored the shy smile that crept onto your lips at his question. "A certain someone. I don't think you know him, though." You played along, watching as he raised a brow with an unimpressed smirk.

"Hm... maybe we shouldn't go out then-" "-Oi! Why are you guys taking so long? Let's get going." Scar's voice made you both jump, as he appeared in the doorway and waved you over. A sly smirk crept onto your face as you quickly followed after the man. "Ah, there he is! See ya around, Ekko!" "Hey! I'll remember this-!" Running after you two, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

The festival was going to be great, to say the least.

》JINX

You were just trying out some new clothes you had gotten. Nothing special and definitely not for anyone else's eyes, except for hers. Once you were done, you were quick to hunt down your girlfriend to show her your outfit. "Jinx! How do I look?" You asked, a happy smile on your lips as you now stood next to her, whilst she tinkered away on some projects. Removing her googles, she glanced up at you and blinked in surprise, near speechless for a moment.

Nervously shifting under her intense gaze, you wondered if she didn't like it. "Uhm... should I go change or-" "-You look really good..." She muttered thoughtfully before a large grin crept onto her lips mischievously. "A bit too good! Makes me nearly jealous, pretty. How about you dress me up too so we can match?" You should have honestly seen this coming, as she enjoys doing cute things like that with you.

And so, you did as she asked, whilst she painted your nails to match her own. By the end of it, you looked like you were headed to a fancy event, something she found greatly amusing. Kicking a nearby radio to make it play music, she held out her hand to you with a bright smile. "Alright, let's get this party started!"

[bumblehoneybee]

Hello!! I really loved your Curly Drabble ("Easy Smiles"). I was wondering if I could get a (kind of?) continuation of that? Maybe we can see the types of things Reader notices about Curly? And maybe Anya/Daisuke/Swansea tease them for having eyes for the captain? Thank you so much!!! <3

Easy On The Eyes

A soft poke to the shoulder drew you from your daze.

"You're staring." Anya said, a teasing smile on her face.

"Hm?" You hummed, blinking back into reality slow. Still, you refocused on where your gaze was, a remembered why you were so lost in thought.

That god forsaken captain of yours.

You weren't so obtuse as to not admit that he was handsome. He was, and his the slight goofiness he could carry made him charming. Case in point, the smile he tried to keep up as Daisuke showed him his game and rambled on about the lore. Something you all had been subjected to, but now it was finally the captain's turn.

And watching him struggle to understand just what Daisuke was explaining to him made for good entertainment. Curly could be awfully expressive when not focused on the job at hand. His nose wrinkled, brows furrowed, only to lift up with shock at the more nonsensical parts of the lore being explained to him.

Hell, sometimes he even cocked his head to the side, like a puppy. It was terribly cute, and your pride wasn't so strong as to hold you back from saying it.

"What can I say," you shrugged to Anya, watching her silly grin grow, "he's easy on the eyes. We don't got a lot to look at on this ship," you made sure to wiggle your brows at Anya, "and if I stared at you any longer, you'd burst into flames."

Anya shoved your face back, laughing. "Oh, shut up!"

You giggled against her palm, pleased to see that not only did the compliment land, but Anya also had forgotten about your staring problem.

"Hey!" The cry was your only warning before arms encircled your head. "Don't hurt my favorite crewmate, Anya! You're supposed to heal, you know? Not harm!"

"Yeah, Anya," you pouted, doing your best to ignore the blue eyes you could see watching your little act, "you know I'm fragile."

"They're baby!"

"I'm baby, Anya."

Anya, well aware she would not win the fight, raised her hands in surrender. She stood up, stuck her tongue out at Daisuke and you, then trotted off out of the lounge with a simple goodbye to Curly.

Curly, who was now grinning at you and Daisuke.

"I thought I was your favorite crew member." He said, faking his own pout as Daisuke hugged you tighter. It was cute. Cute cute cute. Made you want to kiss him- who said that?

"You're captain," Daisuke said, thankfully not needing your help to keep the banter going, "so I'm, like. . . legally required to say you are."

That earned the boy a bark of laughter from you. "Ha! Don't say it like you hate him!"

"I don't!" Daisuke protested quickly. "I-I didn't mean it like that, it's just that, y'know, Cap has the ability to fire us, and I don't wanna be stranded in the middle of space and have to call my mom and tell her. . ."

He went on, but it was hard to listen fully with the weight of those blue, blue eyes still on you. Curly smiled at you, obviously also not listening to Daisuke's rambling. You smiled back, bashful.

Yeah. He was real easy on the eyes. If only you had the courage to tell him so.

[sundays-lover]

a leisurely morning

husband!neuvillette x gn!reader — fluff

synopsis: neuvillette is your otterly clingy and sleepy husband.

content warnings: none (lmk if i should add anything !)

notes: will proofread in the morning <3 i don't think my grammar is good </3 ; this was inspired by his leisurely sea beast ladle and the fact that otters hold hands when they sleep so they don't drift apart 🥹 ; ALSO not important nor explicitly stated but i wrote this while imagining neuvi in the honk shoo mimimi pajamas

you did always think your husband resembled the sea otters you catch sightings of during your seashore strolls. when you began to take note of how similar his usual outfit’s palette is to the critters’ coats, you wondered if it was deliberate.

after sharing your musings with your lovely iudex over dinner, he claimed it to be a mere coincidence. he went on to establish that despite that, he did not mind that he mirrored their appearance. in fact, he has a deep fondness for color schemes that remind him of bodies of water. his rambles on the beauty of water continue for a while, and you simply watched and listened with pure fondness.

since then, you started associating the leisurely otters with your leisurely husband. while these observations began with his appearance, they eventually progressed to his mannerisms, especially with how regularly he gifts you seashells, each donning a different and more intricate design than the previous one (“to add to your collection, dear,” he tells you, but you are no longer certain whether it is your collection or his), but it is especially evident in the predicament you currently find yourself in—

your husband is deep asleep as you lie with your head on his chest. your hands are as entwined as your heartstrings are with his, resting upon his steadily beating heart. his other arm is wrapped around you, holding you tightly to him.

you would have thought that waking up to this feeling of warmth and security was extremely romantic if it weren't for the fact that he would not budge at all…!

having made an agreement-turned-tradition that the first to wake up would be in charge of cooking breakfast, you were more than ready to get out of bed and prepare your husband a hearty meal before he leaves for work, only to be met with the obstacles that are his unmoving arm and hand. had he not tightened his embrace in the middle of your efforts to pull away, you would have considered checking if he was still alive and breathing.

ultimately, you stop fighting against his iron hold and resign yourself to your fate. ‘perhaps living out the rest of my life trapped in his arms doesn't sound so bad…’ you ponder, ‘but shouldn't “tenacity” be an attribute particular to the geo archon?’

perhaps he senses an anomaly in the atmosphere, but he finally begins to show signs of consciousness once you finish that thought.

you feel his grip on you finally loosen before you see him open his eyes. oh, his eyes… he blinks once, then twice, adjusting his vision to the sunlight peeking through the curtains before his pupils meet yours. you have long been a firm believer that looking into his eyes are the visual equivalent of holding a conch shell to your ear and hearing the waves of the ocean.

you're brought back to the present when you hear his sweet voice. “good morning, my dear…”

“good morning, my love~” you sit up and pull the blanket off you when you realize you've regained freedom of movement, “now that you're awake, i can go and make breakfa—”

you're cut off as you're pulled back into bed and again into the pair of arms you've become familiar with this morning. they wrap around your midsection as you feel his body perfectly curl around yours.

“stay a bit longer,” you feel him rest his head atop yours, locking you in his embrace just like earlier, albeit now fully awake and aware.

“but neuvi— breakfast—”

“i have no trials to oversee until this afternoon,” he whispers into the crown of your head while his fingers dance along your arm in search of yours. “there is no rush… we can make brunch… together…”

his words drift off along with his mind into another slumber. you cannot see his face in your current position, but you soon feel his breath even out.

you don't recall ever seeing him sleep in like this before, and consider that he may be exhausted from yesterday's trials.

sleep reaches you as you think of ways to make today brighter for him, and your intertwined hands anchor you as you follow him into the sea of dreams.

note: h hi, this is the first work i'm posting on this blog, i'm so down to be friends but only yk only if you wanna 👉👈 (pls read my pinned first!) & send feedback if you can pleathe...

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan packing you lunch for work just because and you wanna cry bc no one has ever done that for you before <3

also i hope u feel better <3

This IS SUCH a CUTE idea. Esp to me bc i'm TERRIBLE for packing my own lunches.

And thank you!!! All of your messages and support are making me SO happy I can't even <3

Brown Paper Bag

Worst! Wolverine X Reader

You wake up to a nice gesture

Warnings: Fluff! Mention of food, implication of previous sexual activity, logan being a sleepy cute mess

You hit snooze for the third time.

It's your morning routine. Your alarm is set for 5:30 am. You hit snooze (5 minutes), exactly 4 times, before you get up to get ready for your shift that starts at 7 am.

When you hit your third snooze button, that's usually when Logan begins to stir, if he's staying at your apartment that night; which to be honest, he's staying most nights. You'll turn around and curl yourself around him- needing those early morning snuggles for the next five minutes before you have to start your day.

You rolled to your side, reaching out for the husky, familiar warmth of your man in your queen size bed. You were confused though when you didn't find it. Impossible. Your bed can fit two people pretty good- but Logan was a big man. It wasn't hard to reach for him at your side.

Your eyes still shut with your face planted in your pillow, drool stuck to your cheek. You pat your hands against the mattress a couple more times. It was still warm- which told you Logan was there, which you knew had to be the case because you still feel sore from last nights adventures.

"Baby?" You lifted your head, a sleepy pout of your lips as you managed to crack your heavy eyes open to the darkness of the room, confirming that he was indeed gone.

You glanced around, trying to make out any sign of him. He wasn't by the window, where he usually sat to smoke out of. It's awfully early for him to be up, since his shift started much later than yours. Albeit, he would wake up- force you back into bed with his strong arms, and he'd meet you at the door tired and disheveled, still in his boxers, before you left and give you a goodbye kiss.

You pushed yourself out of bed. The air felt cold and unwelcoming, but too determined to investigate the disappearance of your personal heater pushed you to exit your room.

The kitchen light was on, and you heard a small clatter of something being tossed into the sink.

"Lo?" You peeked inside, finding him standing at the counter in his boxers, his hair the picture perfect definition of bedhead. He turned to look at you, giving you a small smirk.

"Morning." His voice barely above a grumble. You walked into the kitchen, joining his side to see what thing had the nerve to be more important to Logan than your morning snuggles.

You blinked at the spread on the counter. A few of your tupperware containers, open and filled with various goodies. Goodies with a healthy mix of proteins, fruits and veggies- all of the ones that you like, and your favorite chips. He was currently putting together your favorite sandwich. A brown paper bag sat open before him, as he dropped one of the tupperware containers inside.

"What are you doing?"

"Making your lunch." He states plainly.

"Oh...." You watched him make your sandwich. "Why?"

He shrugged, putting the finishing touches on your sandwich. "Just cause."

You weren't sure if it was because it was almost 6 in the morning and you were still half asleep- but you thought you could have burst into tears right then and there. The emotion you felt surged through you suddenly. The gesture seemed small, but it meant everything to you. The fact that he climbed out of bed early, meticously planned the food to pack into your lunch- making sure to pick out everything that you like; it made you feel so loved.

Logan stopped to look at you when he caught your silence.

"You alright?"

"Yeah." Your voice nearly cracked. "That's...Really sweet of you." You finally break into a smile, looking up at him with adoration in your eyes. A look he'll never get used to. "I never had anyone do that before."

"No?" He quirked a brow. He stuffed your sandwich into a little baggie. Before turning to you, his arm going around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, smiling into the warmth of him. "Guess that means I'm going to do it a lot more now."

[saturngas]

never leave me

[🪐] gojo has a very realistic dream about you leaving him and he goes insane

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: angsty with confort <3

warnings: established relationship; there is a lot of angst; but also a lot of confort; fluff; insecure!gojo; clingy!gojo; a bit possessive!gojo; again me breaking down gojo's character bc im tired of the mischaracterization (hope im not doing it or ill kms); not thoroughly beta-read but ill do it asap;

word count: 3.1k

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it felt real. way too real.

the setting was gloomy, as the clouds concealed thoroughly the warm sun rays, making the environment appear more grayish as it was unusual for the hot summer season that enveloped the vivid city of tokyo. you and satoru were walking down the streets, making time before the sumida river fireworks festival that was held late in July. however it was still the middle of June. was this timing correct?

you were wearing the newest sundress satoru had proudly bought you with the biggest grin. you looked great in it, certainly making satoru blush each time he glanced down at you. but wait, wasn't the sundress white? why is it all of the sudden a cooler shade of blue?

the ice cream you were holding changed to a box, which was immediately recognized by satoru. it was the jewelry box that contained the most precious purchase he had recently made: the engagement ring you weren't supposed to see—or even know the existence of—. satoru is still thinking about the perfect place and time to ask you the question he considered the most important of all his life.

his blue eyes were too focused on the ring box that he completely missed your words. as he shifted his gaze on you to listen carefully, he still couldn't make out your words. your voice pitch was totally off.

and as he blinked, now you were standing in front of him at least ten meters away. your whole frame in sight. you no longer wore the color-changing sundress. dark ambivalent shades decorated your figure, being unable to even determine your legs and arms. your face being the only clear piece of you.

satoru panicked. the cold sweat he felt running down his neck and arms felt too real. he knew the view in front of him could be—to one point—false; however his feelings were genuine.

one of his arms reached out to you, as if to grab your form, only for you to grow further. but as if there were amplifiers all around his head, your voice buzzed through his external auditory canal, stimulating his eighth cranial nerve.

"i dont want to be with you."

"you always act like a child, ive been putting up with you for years. im tired now."

"ive found someone else. someone who has time for me and our relationship."

"this isn't exactly your fault. you can't control being the strongest and everyone needing you. but can't you see I need you too?"

"you leave me alone too much."

"are you seriously planning to marry me? you dont even have time for me as a boyfriend and you want to be my husband?"

"haven't you noticed im slowly drifting away? I dont want this anymore."

"im tired of your nonexistent time for me."

"im tired of this relationship."

"im tired of you."

it was your voice declaring all those statements. but satoru knew where they were coming from. the island full of insecurities that was deep in the back of his consciousness was expressing the most oppressed feelings he had. his easy going facade did an excellent job concealing his self-doubt in real life, making difficult for someone to accept the fact the strongest sorcerer had insecurities.

even so, he was a natural emotionally-closed person. the long months of attempting to open up to you at the beginning of your relationship were very difficult to him. even with his former best friend, suguru geto, satoru wasn't completely frank.

he knew he was a good boyfriend, at least acceptable, to you. once he bestowed his heart to you, he was yours, giving you his all.

still he felt insufficient.

the time dedicated to your relationship took a sharp turned when he started attending his obligations as the strongest sorcerer. he wanted to give you more of his honored time. he wanted to be fully devoted to you. however his status in the sorcery society fell in between you two.

satoru was afraid one day you would finally snap, disregarding completely of your relationship with him.

your voice materialized in front of him in the form of your figure again, your limps now distinguished. he couldn't exactly make out your expression as it was drawn between sorrow, tiredness, and frustration. your hand spanned toward him, handing him the ring box you were still holding.

"I won't," was all you said as you turned away, no other words following your unmoving lips. it was the answer for a question satoru had been picturing himself asking you: will you marry me?.

he only caught a glimpse of your face, emotions unchanged, until you departed. your hair was the last thing he identified as literal darkness danced around you, metaphorical darkness invading his heart and soul.

the setting was back to the bleak tokyo. the pitch black sky lacked its most trusted companions: the stars, as the new moon was merged within the loneliness of the murky sky. faceless pedestrians walked mindlessly around the lone tall man while others stared at the sky where the fireworks were being displayed, though their bright colors were absent and the blast was silent.

the innate technique limitless has always been a wall between satoru gojo and the rest of the world. even when he mastered it as a teen to be able to use it automatically instead of manually, satoru has been isolating himself. sometimes deliberately, other times unconsciously.

he knows what his dream means. he knows he is afraid of losing you, the person he loves the most. after witnessing at first instance the departure of what used to be his best friend into immorality and radical idealisms, going through a bitter break up of his friendship, satoru realizes he fears you would do the same.

as blackness coats what he thinks is his range of vision and light passes through the slim skin of his eyelids, satoru regains consciousness. his body feels cramped, as if he would have fought a special grade curse without stretching his limbs first. his neck is sore from the awkward position he is in.

the tall man´s strong body is facing the wall, placed in a fetal position, almost hugging himself. his high cheekbones feel wet. the soft touch of his lifted hand confirms he had cried during his dream—actually, nightmare.

the visions of his nightmare still present in his mindfulness, recreations of the pictures he saw—lived—so vividly in the dream play at the back of his mind whenever he tries to close his sensitive eyes. then he realizes.

you.

where is she? is she still with me? she hasn't gone to any place? she didn't leave? anxiety and panic rush through his body as he hastily turns to face the other side of the marital bed.

oh.

you are still there, stirring slightly at the sudden wave movements satoru caused. you are still sound sleep, your chest meeting the soft mattress below you, arms spangled plastered on the pillow you were pleasantly drooling over.

satoru feels his heartbeat decrease to a normal rate, his lungs no longer burning with the sensation of a upcoming panic attack. was he seriously going to have a panic attack over thinking you would leave him? yes. ten thousand yes.

even when he has you, his students, and his coworkers who sometimes seem to not be entirely fond of the tall man, satoru still feels alone. alone in this world of sorcery. he is in another level even as a living organism. no other human being and sorcerer can compare to him. not right now when he thinks he isn't over discovering more of his honorable traits.

but he is over that strength moral compass his best friend had doubted some years ago. he got over it when he met you. satoru was convinced he was satoru gojo because he was the strongest. but you proved him wrong when you started loving him for being just satoru gojo, not for being the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, the head of the gojo clan, or the supreme entity he was supposed to reach. you love him for the person he is, his personality, and his heart.

he knew that, right?

maybe he needed a bit of assurance.

strong arms envelop around your smaller form, your boyfriend getting on top of you without crushing you. soft lips dance around your ear and neck, tickling you to awareness.

your gentle giggles and whimpers fill satoru's brain of serotonin, a big toothy grin flashing his pretty face.

"good morning, my queen."

you stir in your place as you try to pull the over 180-pound weight off you. however, satoru clings his arms around you even more, his hands going to your mid area, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. you are on your side with your back brushing his hard chest.

"don't leave my arms, please," he shares in one single exhale, his breath caressing your neck. you just know there is a lot more behind those words. you have learned to read your boyfriend like a book.

still, you don't want to disturb him. you know his book doesn't like being forcefully opened, because his pages are stuck to each other and are difficult to separate. you let him absorb your presence and wait patiently for him to uncover his feelings to you.

it has been out of routine, actually—the way satoru has been acting around you and only you lately.

if you have to word it out, it would be clingy, clingier, clingier than ever, though you have caught him acting his usual same with his students and coworkers. not once wanting to leave your presence, almost as his atoms would undergo unconventional transformations if he isn't breathing the same air within your range.

you were buying groceries and your boyfriend decided to tag along. of course you didn't mind, but it definitely took you out since it wasn't his day off and he had an appointment to train his students. satoru completely disregarded of said students which was such very strange situation since he loved them. guess he loves me more? you questioned. he couldn't keep his hands off you, almost as if you were to run away at any given chance. your boyfriend was usually handsy, but it surprised you when you passed through the candy hall that satoru's touch on you didn't even budge. he would usually go running and pick his favorite sweet provisions.

when you were called to a meeting, satoru followed you. it was shocking seeing satoru gojo—the progressive sorcerer who hated the higher ups—in such meeting. but it was to be with you, holding your arm tightly as his mind drifted away in other thoughts, not hearing a single word of the meeting. his ears would only spiked at the sound of your voice or the call of your name, listening in for a few second to make sure those old geezers were respecting your living form.

satoru would ask vigorously to be of company during your missions. you thought it was cute. maybe he wants to make up for the wasted time, you would assume. and you were partially right, considering that satoru also did it to protect you with his mere presence—it being his innate technique wrapping around you, or his strong cursed energy forcing the curses to escape and hide pitifully.

satoru's existence has been constant around you lately: not leaving you unattended for more than five minutes when going out, going everywhere with you along him, always having an arm securely attached to your waist or shoulders, his limitless isolating you from the world. it was almost becoming overwhelming to say the least. you loved satoru with all your life and the remaining lives left for you, but his persistent company was a bit too much.

you knew this wasn't some jealousy attack he had, proving everyone his possession over you. no, that wasn't characteristic of the man. perhaps satoru was having some resentment over leaving you alone so much? or perhaps he was having a fit of insecurities? it didn't happen often, but it had happened before.

a mush of white hair adorns your chest as you two are plastered on you shared bed, watching a reality show about a family of overly successful women. well, it is actually just you watching, since your boyfriend has his sensitive eyes closed. one of your hands underneath his shirt and the other is caressing his scalp at such low pace, satoru was almost drifting to sleep. your fingers are tangled in his mess of hair. your boyfriend has his arms wrapped around your tightly, as well as his long legs.

he isn't focused on the tv show, his mind picturing you leaving him, making his heart race abruptly and his breathing catch in his throat. his traitorous head has been torturing him over and over for the past three weeks. after that super realistic dream, no, nightmare, satoru has been anything but calm. anxiety plotting against him, making him believe the longer you are alone—without him—the more chances of you living him.

"oh my, I can't believe they didn't invite her ex-boyfriend to their family reunion. he is the father of the baby anyway!" you exclaim as the tv screen turns black showing the end credits, a rectangular button displaying at the right lower corner to go to the next episode. you moved your hand off your boyfriend's head to grab the remote. you immediately hear a low mumble coming from him.

"sorry, baby what did you say?" your eyes scan his face as you question him. the unmistakable pout and frown on his face goes noticed by you. "what's going on, toru?" you ask as softly as possible, both hands now grabbing his soft cheeks, making him look at you.

a groan now escapes from his lips as he moves his neck to position his chin on your sternum, facing you. satoru opens his eyes, bloodshot and glassy.

"satoru, are you okay my love?" tenderness paints your voice as you speak, a delicate finger whisking off the small eye crust on his left eye. "where you crying? is there something you want to tell me?" you try as hard as possible to linger the softness in your voice.

the sorcerer says your name in a whisper, suddenly feeling smaller under your constant gaze, eyes minding his surroundings. his blue orbs return again to you after a few seconds of thinking his response. "i... had a nightmare," you stay quiet to let him continue. "im sorry for not telling you earlier and acting so... irritating over the past weeks."

satoru sounds genuinely troubled, as in asking for forgiveness after committing the most atrocious crime of all time. your hands on his cheeks hold him tighter to bring his face close to yours, brushing your lips with his in a chaste but loving kiss.

"you dont have to apologize for that, toru," your lips graze his as you speak. "I just want to know why, if you want to, of course." you propose sheepishly, you still dont want to push him.

his concerned blue eyes look away once more, finding the correct words. "i... dreamed about you leaving me, after saying things that... were hurtful..." satoru actually sounded distressed and devastated. you immediately dismiss this as one of his tricks to be clingier to you and make you baby him. he is slowly opening up.

"we were in a festival and then everything went pitch black as you told me I wasn't good enough to be your boyfriend," he continues, his arms losing a bit of their grip on you. "I actually felt... anxious, and stressed about you actually leaving, so I guess I made myself... believe that if im with you all the time you wouldn't think that."

"think what satoru?"

"well..." the tall man is a bit uncomfortable, not because he was with you, but because he was opening his locked heart. "you said you were tired of me leaving you alone so much, that you were seeking someone else—someone better. you said you were tired of our relationship..." his gloomy voice saddens your ears. "you said you didn't even want to marr—" satoru cuts his words before completing his sentence. it comes out as a mumble so you luckily dont hear it.

"oh my big baby..." you sing as you hug him with all your mighty force. satoru almost feels his bones crackling at your demonstration of love. he then realizes he doesn't need to say more. you have understood him. the thing he craved the most.

he didn't need someone to match his strength, he was happy living as the strongest, he was proud of the title, sometimes even filling up his overly boosted ego. but he wanted—needed—someone to understand him, his feelings, his emotions, his position. he learns you dont need to be as strong as him, as powerful as him, as inhuman as him, to understand him, since your mere and pure love for him is sufficient to empathize with him.

satoru is lucky to have you, he knows that. he can be all of him to you—the strongest, satoru gojo, the head of the gojo clan, the beholder of the legendary six eyes and limitless, gojo-sensei. he can be all of himself to you or even a portion of him. and you would still receive him with open arms and a loving heart.

even when it took him almost three weeks to open up, you still waited and listened to him. you understood that he wanted more physical assurance than verbal assurance, your big bear hug becoming more meaningful than the thousand words you could have told him.

satoru comprehends he loves you just as much when he realizes and comes to his senses that he does not want to leave you and he fears the idea of you leaving him. he suffered lost once with his best friend, he got through it, but he doesn't believe he will be able to do it again if this time it is you who drifts away.

if it were up to him, you would be with him covered up in his limitless technique, isolating you both from the word. but he can't be that selfish and insecure about your commitment and devotion to him.

satoru then realizes his choice of marrying you is the correct one. as your long hug continues, your hands caressing his back and his rubbing your sides, satoru thinks of the pretty ring sitting in the box of his sorcery uniform, ready to be pulled out and worn by your pretty finger.

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First time sleeping with Ace - NSFW

contents: reader's first time sleeping with Ace, super sweet and fluffy, Ace asks for your explicit consent, and is generally very caring. Ace and reader are both not virgins, they just haven't had sex together before. No pre-established relationship. Mention of feelings.

warnings: smut, so MDNI, fingering and oral sex (reader recieving), P in V, multiple orgasms (reader), unprotected sex (bad idea, do not do this) - I tried to write reader as gender neutral as possible, but it's kind of hard without being super vague. No mention of boobs or gender, but reader has a vagina.

a/n: this is my first time writing actual smut, and also in a full text and not just in bullet points, so I really hope you all like it. I would love to hear your thoughts/feedback, as long as you keep it constructive, of course :D. Dividers are made by me, and I hope you enjoy <3<3

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Ace surprised you the first time you slept together. You fully expected him to take over; to ease himself into you and start thrusting the moment he could tell you were ready. Instead, he stops. His mouth leaves you for the first time in hours, his hands still on you. Surprised, you look at him in confusion, and find his eyes fixed on yours, heavy with lust. But his expression is serious.

He talks before you have time to ask why he stopped. “Are you sure about this?” His eyes are searching yours.

It takes you a second to process his question. You blink at him, trying to make sense of the situation. He's on top of you, both lying on his bed in underwear, you still wearing your t-shirt. You have been passionately making out for most of the evening, Ace being anything but shy about letting his mouth and hands explore you, smirking against your skin every time you moaned or gasped.

“Huh?” is all you manage to respond.

“I mean, you don’t have to do this only because I want to. If you want to stop at any point, you can tell me. I won’t get mad.” He clarifies, still looking at you.

You were still unsure why he was even asking you this. Afraid that maybe you hadn't seemed eager enough. Did people often jump out of his bed half naked after being kissed this good? If they did, they must be crazy, you think. No sane person would willingly stop this. Well, except for the fact that Ace just did. "I- Ace, do you want to stop?" You felt a bit embarrassed now, thinking this was his way of politely letting you know that he wasn't into this after all.

"What, me? God no." He looks amused, like your question is ridiculous. "I've wanted this forever."

"Really?" That surprises you more than anything else. "I mean, me too, I just, well... I kind of thought you weren't really that into me..." Your words fade out when you see Ace's expression turn to one of utter bewilderment. He almost looks indignant.

"What in the world made you think that?" He’s about to let out a short laugh, but quickly turns serious again upon seeing you still look a bit off. "Did i do something wrong? You look unhappy."

"Well no. I just thought- you've barely ever kissed me before. And I thought, because of all the flirting and stuff, that you liked me and were maybe just shy or something." You're speaking a bit faster now, wanting to get it over with. Still trying to adapt to the rapid shift in atmosphere. "And- well, I even worked up the courage to try to make the first move. Twice! But you rejected me both times!" You can't stop the slight hint of accusation in your voice this time.

Ace slaps a palm to his forehead, letting out a light laugh this time. He looks very cute like this with his teeth showing and his freckles dancing along with the muscles in his face. "Sorry. I guess I wasn't being clear enough. I've had a crush on you for months, y/n." He leans down and gives you a light kiss on the cheek "But you were drunk both those times. I didn't know if you really meant it since you never made a move sober, and i didn't want to take advantage of you, or agree to something you would regret after."

"Oh." Is all you manage, trying to quickly adapt to the information that Ace had liked you about as long as you had liked him. "Well, why did you stop kissing me then? I thought you were just about to- you know..." You glance down to where he is clearly hard under his boxers.

"Like i said, I want to make sure you're comfortable with this." He explains again. "I don't want to do anything you don't want or take things too far."

Finally understanding that he really is just asking for your consent, you blush. You’re too flustered to look at him and instead decide to fiddle with the strap of his hat hanging from his head. “Ace, this isn’t my first time, you know.”

“I know, but still.” He smiles softly, running his hand through your hair. The tenderness of the gesture makes you blush more than before. “I just don’t want you to think you have to do this. This isn't just about my pleasure, you know.”

"Ace, if you keep being this sweet, I'm going to pass out." You're trying to suppress the urge to hide behind a pillow.

That makes him chuckle again, and when he looks at you this time, his eyes are filled with fondness, his thumb stroking your cheek softly, lovingly. "I'm just being responsible. You mean a lot to me, y/n. And i don't want you to think i would ever do anything without your explicit consent."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're Fire Fist Ace? One of the most wanted pirates on the grand line?" That makes him flash his radiant smile again, and your heart aches at how genuine it looks. Suddenly, you can't wait any longer. "Please, Ace, I want you."

He quirks an eyebrow at that, his grin suddenly mischievous, and it makes your heart beat faster. "You want me to... what?" He teases, hands slowly leaving your face and traveling down to your chest, where he starts to lightly flick your nipples. It's not quite enough to feel good, but just right to rile you up, still so sensitive from before.

"I- I want you to fuck me, please, Ace. I like you so much, and I really, really want this. Please, I've waited so long!" You beg, meeting his eyes, trying to show him just how much you mean it.

Leaning in closer, Ace smirks once again and whispers into your ear. “I know, just making sure." Then, his lips are on yours again, and it's as if you never stopped kissing in the first place.

He lets his hands travel further down your body, caressing the sides of your waist, staying longer in areas that make you moan a little louder. Pausing every now and then to lightly pinch you in areas he knows are sensitive, just for the pleasure of watching you squirm and squeak for him. He thinks you are the most adorable thing in the world, looking up at him with your eyes completely glossed over with lust from the foreplay alone. (In your defence, Ace takes a criminal amount of time in bed, so his foreplay lasts twice as long as the entire act does for others.)

"Ace, will you fuck me now, please?" You repeat, delirious from being teased and enticed for hours, and then still made to wait right when you were about to get to the good part. You try to pull the waistband of his boxers, wanting to show him how much you really need him, but he captures your hand in his before you get the chance.

"Ok, ok, we can start, just let me make you feel good first, alright?" He moves down the bed just a little. Upon hearing his words, you start to take off your t-shirt. To your surprise, he doesn't stop you this time. He even helps you take it off. Ace slowly leans down again, clearly enjoying taking his time, savouring every second he has with you like this. His mouth hovers over your nipple, tongue lightly flicking it, his thumb mirroring the movement on your other one. The sensation makes you arch your back to be closer to him.

You hear him groan and his mouth fully latches on to your nipple but doesn't stay there for long. He moves further down the bed - and your body - leaving a little trail of kisses while doing so, as if trying to memorize the way for next time. Finally arriving between your legs, he hooks his fingers underneath your underwear and slowly pulls them off you.

The sight makes him let out a rough moan. You were completely soaked from hours of foreplay, a string of wetness clinging on to your underwear, breaking when he moves them further down your legs. He takes in the erotic sight before him, you, completely naked, lying in front of him on the bed, begging for him to make you feel good. He's never seen anything more beautiful. Trying to recover quickly, he leans down to where you're clearly ready for him. He's slightly breathless now, panting, face mere centimetres away from your sex.

Assuming he wants to hear you affirm your consent once again, you moan out. "Ace, I want this. Will you make me feel good?"

And that's all he needs. In an instant, his mouth is on you, and the moan you let out is one of pure satisfaction. Before you know it, your hand is in his hair, the other playing with one of your hardened nipples. Ace moans again at the sight of you touching yourself, and dives further into you. He starts by pressing his tongue flat against you, licking long stripes up along your folds and flicking the tip of it against your clit every time he reaches the top, before restarting the movement. You twitch each time, a burning sensation coursing through your lower body with every flick.

It's when he starts to push his tongue into you and curling it upwards when pulling out that you really start to lose it. You were barely able to contain your moans before, but it's now completely hopeless. You simply decide to let them out and instead focus on the tension now steadily building in your lower belly.

Unknowingly tugging his hair at the intense feeling, Ace understands that you just need a little nudge to fall over the edge, and he knows just the thing. Moving his tongue faster now, he waits until your entire body is writhing before removing it and quickly attaching his lips around your clit. His tongue presses down on it roughly, and the whimper you give him tells him you're almost there. All it takes is for him to move his tongue up and down on your aching bud for you to finally come apart fully.

You think your vision goes white for a second from the intensity of it, but you're not sure with how your brain doesn't seem to be working properly. You let out a string of whiny moans while your hips are shaking from the pleasure, no part of your body is under your control at the moment, so you simply let your orgasm wash over you in powerful waves.

Ace doesn't stop until he's absolutely sure you've ridden out the last of your high before pulling away from you with another moan. "Shit, that was so hot." He moves up the bed a bit and leans in to be closer to your face. You're staring straight up, chest moving up and down with heavy breaths, feeling the blood rush back into your head. "Was that ok?" He asks, clearly teasing you this time. He had only been eating you out for a few minutes. Clearly the foreplay had been more than enough to get you aroused. You let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you could say that." You chuckle, breathing slowly returning to normal, you look at him again. His eyes are heavy with lust, pupils blown wide, and he bites his lower lip when he looks at you. His hand is on your thigh, rubbing it reassuringly, and you can't help but blush at the tenderness of it all.

Truth be told, you have never been treated like this before, and don't quite know how to react. Not that sex hadn't been enjoyable with your previous partners, but it had never been like this. To you, sex was always an extension of lust. Something you do when a certain need hit, preferably with someone you like. You now realize that it can be so much more than that. That it can be a show of love as well, of affection.

And it hits you that Ace isn't just doing this because he's horny. He has had plenty of chances to get you in bed prior to this, but chose to wait each time, for your benefit. He has made absolutely sure of your willingness, giving you ample opportunity to back out had you wanted to. He had made clear that he prioritizes your comfort over his physical urges, reminding you that you could withdraw your consent at any time, and that he would listen. You understand now why it's called making love, and the phrase no longer seems overly sappy to you.

"Do you want me to get you some water?" Ace pulls you out of your thoughts, and you look at him, seeing his soft expression still there. You nod and offer him a smile as he stands up, showing you were still enjoying yourself.

He comes back shortly after with a glass in hand. Helping you sit up before giving it to you. He looks at you while you drink, saying "You know i meant what i said before, right? If you want to stop, all you need to do is tell me." You almost choke on the water from how fast you try to protest. Coughing a bit before answering.

"No! I want to keep going." You hand him the glass back "I was just thinking, that's all." You try to make your best bedroom eyes at him, and snake your hands around his neck again. Ace lets you pull him into a deep kiss, and while you think you've got him distracted, you make another sneaky grab for his underwear. Of course, he notices.

"Take them off. I need you." You give the fabric a little tug, again trying to show him you mean it. He doesn't pull your hand away, but also doesn't help you undress him.

"Can you wait bit more? Just a little, i promise. I just need to see you cum on my fingers before i fuck you properly, yeah?" His words are filthy, and paired with the tender way he caresses your jaw, it has your heart racing.

"Yes, of course." It doesn't even cross your mind to argue back. As much as you want him inside you, you're not crazy enough to say no to him making you feel good a little longer.

He lightly pushes your shoulder, indicating that he wants you to lean back against the headboard. With the pillows under you, you're now in a semi-reclined position, not sitting up, but also not completely lying down. Your legs have mostly stopped shaking, and you spread them a bit further when you see Ace move to sit in front of you. He notices the gesture, and it makes him blush a bit to see you so eager for him to touch you.

His fingers move between your legs, where he lightly touches your soaked entrance. You jolt at the sensation, still quite sensitive. His eyes are ravenous, and they don't leave your core when he speaks.

"Let me know if it's too much, yeah? I'll stop." When you hum to indicate you've understood, he slowly drives his middle finder inside.

Your head falls back against the headboard, and you lock eyes with Ace. He looks so unbelievably aroused, and you must look something like that as well, you think. You would feel bad for not touching him more if it weren't evident from his actions that watching you take the pleasure, he is offering you is what he really wants at the moment.

When you're adjusted to his first finger, humming in contentment at his movements, he inserts a second, and shortly after, a third. You're really moaning now, feeling the sting of his index, middle, and ring finger simultaneously stretching you while curling into your g-spot.

He keeps going like that for a little while, simply enjoying it, and leans over to kiss you. His hand is on the back of your head, tenderly stroking your hair while also keeping you in place for the kiss. The gesture has you clenching around his fingers, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. He just smirks into the kiss like the flirt that he is and playfully bites your bottom lip at the same time as the thumb already hovering above your entrance presses down.

"Ah! A- Ace." You're panting again, pulling away from the kiss a little to let out your moans. You made a mental note of how much hearing you in pleasure excites him, and you want to give back at least a fraction of the euphoria that he is letting you experience, even if it's just by moaning his name.

He makes a little sound at hearing his name from your mouth, something between a moan and a gasp. His hand goes a bit faster now, three fingers repeatedly rubbing into your g-spot, with the thumb that isn't caressing the back of your head on your clit, moving up and down with the rest of his hand. The stimulation is overwhelming and makes you whimper, toes involuntarily curling from how close you are. It doesn't take you long to near your orgasm, and when Ace gives you a confident smirk, bends down, and starts sucking a hickey into the side of your neck, it all comes crashing down.

Letting out a cry, you can't stop your body from acting on its own accord. Your back arching off the bed, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as your second orgasm of the night pulsates though your body at lightning speed, even more intense than the first.

You're clenching on Ace's fingers so hard that he has trouble moving them, but he manages anyway. Trying not to let the breathtaking sight in front of him distract him from his continued movements, he prolongs your orgasm by simply not letting up, wanting to coax as much pleasure out of you as he possibly can. Desperate to see you surrender your body to him; to prove to him how much you trust him by accepting the bliss he is so readily offering you.

He keeps going so long that you start to feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm, too mesmerized by the sight of you to stop, but you reach out and place your hand on his arm. "Ace, wait." You croak out.

"Shit. Was that too much? I'm sorry, y/n." He stops immediately, carefully pulling out of you, but doesn't seem too worried when he sees you calmly shake your head in response.

"No, I want to keep going. But I'm close again, and I think I can only take one more round." You're still shaking a bit, legs trembling from being propped up for so long, your hips cramped and aching. You try to move them a little to ease the stiffness.

"Understood. Thanks for letting me know." Ace looks thrilled that you had told him, even though you basically just asked him to stop about two hours earlier than he had planned to. He's just happy to have proof that you aren't afraid of telling him when to slow down, because it also confirms to him that you've truly enjoyed it so far. "Do you want to lie down?" Ace has obviously picked up on your trembling.

"Yes." You try for the third time that night to tug at the last article of clothing that Ace is still wearing (well other than his hat), and to your absolute delight, he doesn't stop you. You lean forward so you're sitting up, legs folded under you. A rush of excitement courses through you when you finally pull down his boxers and see his cock spring free, fully erect, and clearly aching for some sort of friction.

You're a little breathless, as it's slightly bigger than the ones you've taken before, and also quite thick. You make a motion as if to reach out for it, looking at Ace for approval. When he gives you a playful nod and a wink, you wrap your hand around his hard shaft and give it a light squeeze, softly moving your thumb along the length. You watch him exhale though his nose and bite his lower lip at your actions.

"Oh my god." You whisper under your breath, but Ace obviously hears you. He's happy that you still want to continue. Before he can say another word, you promptly lie on your stomach, giving Ace a little smirk over your shoulder, exactly like the ones he had been throwing your way all night. You know he had expected you to get on your back, but your hips simply can't take your legs being propped up anymore.

"You're killing me, y/n. Do you know that?" He says it playfully, but his voice is hoarse. Any trace of shyness that you displayed at the start of the night has vanished, and the way you're now teasing him even after having been made to cum twice is doing things to him he didn't think possible.

His hands start caressing your back but quickly find the curve of your ass. He would have to enjoy this view of you another time, he thinks. For now, he's simply too impatient to wait much longer.

You feel the mattress sink in when he moves, positioned over you with your legs together, and his on either side. You can practically feel how much discipline it takes for him to not rush it, instead slowly moving his hands up your back again, this time placing them on either side of your arms. His legs are gently squeezing yours from both sides as he leans down fully, his torso on your back, but not putting his full weight on you. You feel pleasantly at ease like this, with Ace's body covering yours. He leans in a bit, and you feel his hard cock line up with your still soaked entrance.

"Can I?" you hear him ask, quietly, sounding more like he's asking for your hand in a dance.

Your head is swimming with lust, heart pounding from excitement. "Fuck, yes. But Ace, be careful please?" Even tough you joked about it before, it does kind of feel like your first time after all. He makes you feel vulnerable in a way, the way he treats you so foreign, reeling in your pleasure as if it were his own, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Of course, baby. Always." He's not even done speaking when he slowly starts sinking in. The stretch is a lot, even after his fingers. But Ace intends to stay true to his promise, and stops not even halfway in. "You feel ok?" It's just a whisper, but there's no need to be louder with his mouth by your ear. There's an intimacy between you that has nothing to do with sex.

"Yeah." You exhale, multiple things from tonight having caused you shortness of breath, the most recent of which was currently between your legs. But you're not thinking about such trivial things as air right now. How could you, with the maddening sensation of Ace carefully thrusting into you? Breathing could wait.

Ace is mindful of not going too deep too fast, although he's shaking from restraining himself. He continues like this for a few minutes, slowly, delicately, lovingly, working you open little by little. You hear him breathe in relief each time he reaches a bit deeper, and feel his jaw clench, his moans turn strained every time he stills, pulling back a little bit before pushing himself into you once more.

Despite him feeling a bit too big at first, the stretch a little more overwhelming than you had anticipated, you wouldn't stop him for anything in the world. The slight discomfort lasts for only a moment, the stinging sensation quickly replaced by a dull, heavy, aching pleasure making its way through your body.

After another few minutes, he's finally stretched you to accommodate him fully, and you feel your mind going blank. "A- Ace. Feels so- good." Is all you manage to say, the only thing on your mind how full you feel. He bottoms out in you a few more times, hitting just the right spot, and you feel a fresh wave of embarrassment creeping up your face when you realize you're already close again. It makes you whine. "Please, go faster!"

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he really starts. "'Course baby, I was waiting for you to say that." he murmurs into your ear, but the cocky tone in his voice is overshadowed by desire. And you suddenly realize, with your forehead pressed into the mattress in ecstasy, mouth ripped open in a silent scream, that the Ace who's been driving you insane with pleasure for hours has been holding back the entire time.

Ace doesn't immediately drill into you, he's too nice for that, but the pace of his thrusts gradually picks up, and it doesn't take long for you to cry out from the intensity. He's now fucking deeper into you than anyone has ever done before, making you see stars every time his pelvis grinds into your ass, slamming you down so hard you sink into the mattress each time.

You couldn't describe the sounds you make if you tried, your lungs and vocal cords no longer under your influence. The pleasure so intense you soon feel yourself hurtling towards another orgasm, bracing yourself on the bed and tensing slightly, now feeling like your approaching orgasm might be painful. Ace notices, of course, and his pace slows. He doesn't cease completely, but it's enough to pevent you from falling into the sweet agony awaiting you.

"Why did you stop?" You breathe out, body relaxing a little.

"You look like you're in pain, everything ok?" Ace sounds a little worried, and you feel his hand brush against your cheek, wiping a tear you didn't feel slip past your lashes.

"Yeah. It was just a little fast. I'm still sensitive." You admit, finding it much easier to speak now that the wind isn't being knocked out of you. "But I want to keep going." You hope that that's enough for Ace, still in no state of mind to produce coherent sentences.

"Noted." The relief in his voice apparent. "Let's savour this. Yeah? Together."

Before you can ask what he means, he slides his hands up your forearms to tangle his fingers with yours. Your body completely buried under his, his chest on your back, hips on the plush of your ass. You feel a soothing warmth radiate off him, completely evaporating any tension still in your body from a moment ago. The way he pushes into you now is less overwhelming, although he still somehow manages to hit all the right spots.

Ace is nestled deep inside you, reaching your most intimate parts. And he fucks you exactly like this. No longer bothering to pull out more than halfway, he instead focuses on the way his hips roll into you, on the angle of his thrusts, making sure to fuck only the deepest parts of you. Giving you all of the pleasure from before with less of the intensity.

He has you squirming again in seconds, or at least trying to, with the little space you currently have to move in. The way his thick shaft is splitting you apart feels heavenly, and he keeps roughing up that spot inside of you that makes you see stars, having found it almost immediately.

"You're close, I can feel it." It's not a question. His face is somewhere by your temple, murmuring words into your ear that you barely register in the moment, but would later think about often. "You're so beautiful, you know that, y/n? So perfect- Fuck." He lets out a groan when you twitch under him, involuntarily clenching from how he's affecting you. But Ace, ever the romantic, continues. "You're my favourite person, you know that? When I look at you, nothing else matters. And all I want is to make you feel good. Wi- will you let me do that, y/n?" He's clearly a bit delirious too, but you can't blame him. You're just amazed how he managed to stay relatively composed for as long as he did.

You try to somehow respond through your incoherent whines; to tell him you feel the same way about him, but you can't even string two words together in your current state. Still, he understands.

Before you know it, you're cumming under him, twitching uncontrollably at the feeling spreading to every part of your body, making you feel like you're flying, with Ace's body on yours the only thing left in the world to anchor you to reality. His voice the only thing you can hear. But it isn't what he says that triggers it, nor the burning kisses he is leaving on your skin in between words. What finally sends you tumbling over the edge for the third time that night is the way his thumbs are absent-mindedly caressing the back of your hands, still held tight in his own. He doesn't even seem to notice that he's doing it, but the gentleness of the gesture speaks volumes.

Your mind is almost blank, your impulse control having left you at some point between your last orgasm and this one. So, it's no wonder that when your mouth opens, you automatically say the first and only thing on your mind.

"I love you, Ace... Be my boyfriend. Please." It's quiet and slurred, but more coherent now that you're slowly coming down from the intoxicating high coursing through you, your mind still more affected than your body.

"Ah, fu-" Ace, who has been keeping a consistent pace and didn't seem to be all that close until you spoke, suddenly pulls out of you roughly, and you feel him cum on your back with an almost violent groan. "Fuck, y/n, you don't know what you do to me." You feel him falling onto the mattress beside you with a contented sigh. For a moment, both of you are silent, enjoying the exhilarating sensation.

But Ace is quick to get back on his feet and goes to the bathroom to fetch a warm, damp towel, which he uses to clean you. He starts with your face, wiping at the tear streaks and some drool that must have fallen from the corner of your mouth at some point. You're a bit embarassed, but he just tickles your nose with the fuzz from the cloth, making you laugh and hide your face. He then cleans you up between your legs and finally wipes the mess off your back. You hum in contentment, feeling utterly spent. He lies down in bed after washing himself, wrapping you in his arms and pulling his blanket over the two of you without a word.

You're about to fall asleep from how warm and comfortable you are, still feeling the euphoric sensation of coming down from your incredible high. Your muscles twitch every now and then from the previous intensity, but you're too relaxed to notice or care. The fact that Ace is kissing your face and rubbing your back in soothing motions is doing nothing to help you stay awake, but then he breaks the silence.

"Yes." He says, and you don't need to look up to know that he's smiling. Knowing you were probably confused, he elaborates. "Yes, I will be your boyfriend, y/n. If you still mean what you said before, of course."

Your cheeks instantly heat up, but you force yourself to meet his gaze, even though you would have preferred to avoid it. The realization of what you had said before only now hitting you. "Of course i meant it!" You quickly confirm.

"And I love you too." He says before you can continue, happiness still clear in his voice. He starts chuckling when you get even more flustered, loving the knowledge that he can get to you like this. But you keep looking at him, and your lips meet in a tender kiss.

You're back to a comfortable silence, Ace's hands still on your back, a little warmer than most people's hands, and you suspect not for the first time tonight, that certain devil fruit powers might be at play.

Smiling to yourself, this time it's you who breaks the silence first. "And just so you know, I wasn't even fully drunk those two times. I was like two beers in, Ace." Continuing your discussion from earlier.

Completely unfazed by this information, Ace doesn't hesitate before answering "Tipsy is still drunk. It's a matter of principle."

"Ace, you were more drunk than me both times!" You are right, of course, but it doesn't matter now. You had just wanted to tease him a little. Boyfriend, you think to yourself. Ace is your boyfriend. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling the drowsiness from before taking over again, and you fully let yourself drift into sleep this time. But not before muttering one last time. "I love you, Ace...".

He smiles fondly and says it back, but you're already knocked out, and he follows not long after.

Thank you so much for reading!!! This turned out so much longer than expected lol.

[ddiidi]

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (felix mentioned)

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!Warnings: angst, reader is confused about their feelings, Chan gets pushed away (no actual harm done!), fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: *does a happy twerk dance bc I actually came up w something even tho my brain is fried rn* No but rlly, I didn't even want to do a 5th part but I had to find a way on making it work between them and this part turned out to be too long☝🏽😞💔💔💔💔💔💔 now I'm heartbroken... ANYWAY ENJOY

It's been 2 days. 2 days and you already miss him. It's not that he doesn't deserve it, but you really just want to hug him right now.

You've spent the last 2 days, crying in your bed and not a single text message from chan. The other members did message you, but you only want one from him...you know you told him not to message you, but it's his fault in the first place.

You stood up and got out of bed. Maybe unboxing my stuff will get me on other ideas, you thought to yourself and made your way to the living room, taking your time unboxing and placing your items on the furniture you bought weeks before.

Everything went well and your mood brightened up till you got to one specific box. The box, filled with Polaroid pics from your date, loveletters and poetries written by chan for you and more. You just stare at them for a while, but then decide to close the box and take a nice warm bath, maybe then you'll relax for a bit and not think of him.

You went to your bathroom, and turned the bathtub water on, taking off your clothes next. You take some bathing salt and a bath bomb out of your cabinet, throw them in the half filled bathtub and step inside. You've nearly melted at the feeling of the hot, but not too hot water on you skin. Since you're together with chan, you've barely looked after yourself, you nearly forgot how good it felt to just spend you time and have no one else around and suddenly, it wasn't that bad that chan isn't around anymore. You actually felt, relived, so you just close your eyes and relax....

xxxxxx

You must have fallen asleep, because when you open your eyes, the water was cold. You've rubbed your eyes, washed yourself, wrapped your body in a bathrobe and left the bathroom. You yawn out and went straight to your room, when you hear your phone vibrate. Someone is blowing up your phone and in the back of your head, you wished that it's the person, it actually is. Chan.

You throw your phone on your bed and walk over to your wardrobe and bang your head against it. What. The. Actual. Fuck Y/l/n Y/n. Why would you possibly ask HIM, to come into your apartment after you told him you wanted space???

You grab some clothes out of your wardrobe, flinching as you turn around, as someone widely bangs open the door to your bedroom.

"Y/n?! Y/N!" chan screams, excited and runs over to you like an excited puppy, just to stop in his tracks as he remembers that you warned him not to touch you, so he stands still in front of you, with a giant smile on his face.

"Get out of my room. Can't you see i'm changing right now?" you coldly reply to him, fighting your inner demons to not jump right in his arms and hug him. His smile drops and he just blinks at you confused, which nearly breaks your heart. How is it possible that he was so mean to you, but is also so freaking cute which makes it so hard to hate him? "I-I don't understand.. why do I have to go out, it never was a problem to you-" "Do you want me to kick you out of the apartment instead?" you ask, as you walk over to your bed.

"NO, no i'll leave.." Chan lowly responds, walking out of the room. You weren't going to risk him calling you clingy again, for changing while he's in the same room, not happening.

xxxxx

After you've changed into something comfortable, you've asked him to come back inside and sit next to you on your bed, with a good amount of space, which Chan stared at with a questioning look, but didn't comment it any further.

"So? Why are you here?" you started asking, "I mean, why did you come to my apartment. If you came to just apologize, you can go again, because what you said needs more than an apology. Just because you'll feel better after apologising doesn't mean-" "-Doesn't mean that it's actually okay, I know baby.." Chan interrupts you, as he stared down at your arms "Can I...hug you?" "Excuse me?" you ask confused. Since when does he ask if he can hug you..? "I mean, sure I guess" you just say and with that Chan grabs you by you waist with one hand, putting his other hand, securingly on your neck, hugging you. You were about to hug him back, but stop midway.

Why did you just stop? Isn't that what you wanted? He's here now so why don't you hug him? Could it be that you're...scared? Scared that he might think you're actually clingy and annoying? Scared of that he'll push you away if you make a move? Or are you...

"You smell so good...i missed you so much..." chan's words pull you out of your thoughts, as you push him off. He looks at you, confused. Why did you suddenly push him off? "Wh-" "You should go." "Wha- But why.." "Please Chris just go." "Can I at least get a kiss-" "GEEZ CHRIS JUST GO!" you yell. You didn't intentionally yell at him, but you needed some time for yourself to collect your thoughts, and he's only in the way.

"Please...just go" you mumble out, and Chan stares at you for a while, before standing up from the bed. "I'll text you when I'm home" he casually says, with a hint of sadness in his voice. He mumbles out a quick and quiet >>I'm sorry, for everything<< out, and makes his way out of the apartment.

What was wrong with you? You've missed him so much so why would you not hug him back? Why would you ask him to go? And why...why didn't you kiss him?... You've loved to do it before....so why not now?..

What....was wrong with you?

Are you really...

As clingy as he said?

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Hey i really like your writing so I wanted to ask if you could maybe write a harry potter fic where it's marauders (serious, Lupin and James) X ravenclaw reader who is like really shy

And they really like her and always flirt with her but she just thinks they are making fun of her or wanna get in her pants just because

And could you maybe make her plus-sized??

Love your work<33

"For someone as smart as you are you sure are slow. Dove." R.L & S.B & J.P

Poly Marauders x plus-sized fem-reader

GIF by avocadosalad2

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: The marauders have taken a liking to you since they first laid eyes on you, which was your second year of Hogwarts. They have done nothing to foster these feelings for you. They openly flirt with you and ask you out. Everyone else can see the love they have for you. So why can't you?

Pairing: Poly Marauders (James, Sirius, Remus.) x Plus-sized female Reader

Content Warning: Cheesy flirting (I can't deliver a good pickup line, even if my life depended on it), self-doubt, reader misunderstandings, and a buttload of fluff. a little angst. happy ending. Enjoy:3

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You blinked a few times, your eyes wide with surprise as your mind struggled to comprehend the sight before you.

The striking black-and-white owl, with its feathers ruffled from flight, had just swooped in and dropped on the table in the big hall. Looking around, you weren't the only one surprised to see the bouquet of flowers that had been dropped right in front of you with a little note attached to it.

It was easy to see not only almost every member at the Ravenclaw table you ate at was starring at it but also some people from other houses had stopped eating to get a look at the beautiful flowers.

You looked around trying to figure out who could have sent it, when your eyes landed on the Gryffindor table and you made eye contact with James who gave you a not-so-subtle wink.

You stood up from your seat and took the flowers in your hand mustering up all the confidence you had at the moment before you walked over to the Gryffindor table gently placing the flowers before the 3 boys, their eyes not leaving you for even a moment.

You gave them an annoyed glare. " when are you 3 ever gonna get tired of doing stuff like this?" it wasn't meant as a question because you all knew the answer.

Of course, they wouldn't stop they loved this too much. They knew nothing better them giving you small sometimes expensive gifts. The only exception was they did it because they adored you and everyone knew it, except you, of course. You thought they did it to poke fun at you and embarrass you.

The boys shared a look, one you couldn't tell what exactly meant. Remus's eyes shifted from you to the flowers. " Come on, love. Don't be like that; you secretly like it."

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed. Ugh, you guys are impossible!" And with that, you stomped away.

James placed a hand on Remus's shoulder. "Don't worry, Moony; she'll come around soon."

You were sitting alone out in the courtyard, enjoying your time while reading your favorite book. It was quiet and you didn't know how long you had been sitting there but it was so quiet and so nice, it wasn't cold but it wasn't warm enough to make you uncomfortable either. It was just perfect.

But it didn't last long warm hands were placed over your eyes. You let out a gasp and ended up dropping your book in the cool water of the fountain.

"Merlin! What the bloody hell!" you turned around and it didn't surprise you when you came face to face with James, Sirius, and Remus.

James gave you a lopsided smile "Sorry love didn't mean to make you drop your book. promise I'll pay for a new one I promise." Sirius sat down beside you. His fingertips were so close to yours that they were a second away from touching before you pulled your hand away and stood up.

But before you could leave, without your book, your wrists were grabbed gently. When looking back it was Sirius. "why do you keep running away from us love?"

Your eyes narrowed. Why were you running away? Did he just ask that? the Better question was why do they keep bothering you, tormenting you?

You've heard the way their friends joke about all the way on why they were doing this. Why did they keep playing these cruel jokes on you when you have done nothing to bother them?

"Why do I keep running away? Why do you keep bothering me!? I thought at least one of you would have some brains and decide enough is enough and just finally leave me alone!"

You didn't know where it came from. You don't know why you suddenly lashed out like that or why it hurt you so much to see the surprised look on remus face and the hurt flashing in Sirius eyes. you didn't know why you wanted to reach out to Sirius when he gently let go of your're wrist and just tell him sorry and you didn't mean it.

But you didn't instead you turned around and ignored the way your chest ached. you ran away just like you always did. except this time it was different

The boys hadn't bothered you for 5 whole days and you don't know why but you kinda missed them. They might be annoying and a bit over the top but they made you laugh and you felt alone almost empty without them.

It was raining today, badly raining and the Griffendoors were playing against the Hufflepuffs. Normally you would always go and watch but today it just felt wrong.

instead, you were sitting in the great hall and only a few students were at the castle the rest were watching the game unfold.

You were sitting with some homework but it was long forgotten you couldn't concentrate not when you were thinking about them. Why did you miss them this much?

It didn't last as the doors to the great hall flung open and in ran Lily. Wait, Lily? Why was she running in such a hurry? And why was she running in you're direction?

Out of breath Lily grabbed your hand and pulled you with her. "w-wait Lily what are you doing?! Where are we going?" she completely ignored your questions. But the nest words made you stop.

"It's James. He beat up some guys from the Slytherin stands. He just completely stopped the whole game. Something about them talking about you ok. Just. Just hurry ok"

Lily had barely realized that you had run past her at full speed. But you didn't even think twice. So many things were running through your head at the moment too many. James had done that just because some jerks were talking about you?

God, you were blind. How stupid could you just be? Not only stupid but dense as well. They were not joking or making fun of you. They liked you they liked you and you had talked down their feelings like they didn't mean shit.

God, you felt horrible. You had to find James because if you found him you were sure the other 2 would be right with him.

The moment you stepped outside you were drenched but that didn't stop you from running you knew you would get a cold later but you didn't care that was future you's problem.

Reaching the quidditch field you saw nothing but chaos. And in the middle, a big circle, cheers and shouts could be heard but no word could be made out.

Squeezing through the crowd you saw not only James laying on the muddy ground but also Sirius. Leaving Remus to try and fend them off all by himself.

You don't know what came over you as you ran into the circle and helped pull both Sirius and James to the side and somehow managed to pull them away from the chaos to a more enclosed space.

James calmed down once he saw who was holding him. But Sirius was bashing and pushing to get out of Remus's arms. So you did the only thing you could think of and smashed your soft lips against him split ones.

In an instant, his eyes landed on you and he calmed down his hands gripping your face not wanting to ever let you go as if you would disappear if he did.

When you finally pulled away you saw Remus and James' shocked faces. Sirius who still hadn't let go of you're face, stole your attention back with a gentle kiss placed on your cheek followed by one on your mouth.

Remus chuckled breathlessly. "does this mean you like us back?" you looked at him and then the other 2 and smiled "Yeah. yeah it does"

Remus placed an arm around you. "you know for someone as smart as you. you sure are slow dove. come on let us go inside and talk you're shivering love."

only now did you realize how much your body was shaking and shivering from the brutal cold. "yeah let go" you leaned into his touch as you walked together each of you huddling as close together as possible.

3 days leter.

The boys had put you on bed rest as you'd gotten sick from the cold rain 3 days earlier. And for 2 days you had been put on bed rest by the boys and only ever gotten up to pee to take a shower. Even you're meals were eaten in bed with them by your side.

Remus was sleeping in the comfy chair on the other side of the room and James and Sirius were somewhere in the castle getting something to eat for you. You had promised to stay in bed but you had to get up and walk around a little just a little they wouldn't even notice.

Or so you thought because the moment you had stood up the door opened and in walked James and Sirius. "hey! hey! what are you doing out of bed, you are suposed to be in bed missy."

"What I was just uh going out to pee" Sirius looked at you. "with shoes on yeah right." "my feet were cold ok I was just going to the bathroom." a groggy tired voice sounded from the other side of the room. "no she wasn't she was getting up to walk."

"Remus!? I thought you were sleeping!" James walked in with Sirius trailing behind him. "doesn't matter love get back in bed or I'll have Sirius weigh you down."

"you guys are so mean to me you know. so mean." you lay down on the bed. "yeah but you love us anyway"

you smiled and looked at them. "Yeah I do."

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this was my first time writhing a fanfic to an ask i hope it was ok and enjoy!

good night/day/afternoon. hope you had a good reading!:))))